#i dont know what to do with this Jaskier. he's in so much pain.

[julek]

If you're still dont that prompt list, could I request "Thats gonna leave a bruise" and geraskifer?

"Look, Ciri," Geralt says, holding a wooden spoon in his hand. "This is called a wooden spoon. Can you say wooden spoon?"

From her high chair, Ciri nods. "Wooben 'poon."

"That's exactly it, Princess!" Ciri laughs, making grabby hands for her father. "You're just getting better every day! Will put me out of a job soon."

He picks her up, much to her delight, and carefully swings her in the air. The scent of chicken primavera cooking in the stove fills the kitchen, carrying through the room, early autumn moonlight spilling on the tiled floors.

"Let's go see what your Mama and Dada are doing while we're working hard, hmm?"

Ciri nods, a fistful of Geralt's hair in both of her hands with determination on her face.

"Oh, you're driving?" He says with a smile. Ciri nods again, twirling his hair like she's seen him do to the handlebars of his bike. "Mind the speed limit, then."

And off they go, Ciri setting the pace of their stroll across the kitchen and into the living room. Soft guitar notes are muted and gentle in the background, half-there lyrics that bathe the living room in warmth; the amber lights from the lamps creating an intimate atmosphere.

There, in the low light of the dining table, Yen and Jaskier sway slowly to the music. They were setting the table, plates still sitting in a neat pile, knives and forks still strewn on the tablecloth, before straying into each other's arms. Jaskier's circle Yen's waist, fingers gently rubbing the fabric of her dress, her hair almost touching his hands, down for the evening. Her arms rest on his shoulders, her face tucked into his neck. Their eyes are closed, content.

Geralt wishes he were the kind of person to keep his phone on him at all times, if only to capture both of his partners in this moment — but then he realizes Ciri's gone quiet, watching her parents dance in the low light, and he knows he doesn't need a camera. The camera wouldn't catch the way their reflection is mirrored in the tall living room windows, the way Jaskier's clearly singing along to the chorus into Yennefer's hair and the way her cheeks are petal-pink as she tries not to laugh at him. The lens wouldn't focus on her bare feet and Jaskier's cherry lipstick that he bought earlier this morning and hasn't stopped gushing about. It wouldn't quite get the sound of Yen's laughter as she missteps, and the kiss Jaskier presses to the inside of Yen's wrist.

It would also miss the way Ciri squeals in delight when the song ends, and, how, shocked, Jaskier stumbles over his own feet and falls to the floor.

"Dada!" She shrieks once Geralt puts her down, running to where Jaskier is sitting on the ground, rubbing his cheek. "You okay?"

He laughs. "I'm okay, Princess. Just took a bit of a fall, there."

She inspects his cheek anyway, poking a small finger into it to see if it hurts too bad, and, when he doesn't wince in pain, she asks to be picked up. Jaskier does, and she pokes her finger in a couple more times, just to be sure.

"He'll be fine, Ciri," Yen says, not trying to conceal her laughter anymore, but mindful of Ciri's teary eyes. "Remember when you scraped your knee last week at the park?"

Ciri nods, eyes wide.

"Well, it hurt a lot, but then we put some ice on it and then it wasn't so bad, remember?"

"Mmm," she says, in an almost perfect impression of Geralt. "Kiss?"

"And a kiss, too," Geralt agrees solemnly. "We'll have to kiss Jask better, too."

Ciri considers his words. "'S cream?"

Jaskier presses a kiss to Ciri's blonde curls. "Yes, cub— ice cream, too."

She seems satisfied with the matter, and her fingers start playing with Jaskier's dangly earring. Yen comes closer to Jaskier, inspecting his cheek herself.

"You will be fine," she tells him, using her grown-up voice. "It'll leave one hell of a bruise, though."

"Bruise," Ciri repeats, tugging on Jaskier's earlobe. "Bruise!"

Geralt beams at her. "Exactly, Princess— bruise. Wanna go to the kitchen and show Mama that we made her favorite dinner?"

"Yes!" She says excitedly, and makes a handlebar out of Jaskier's hair this time. "Ki'chen!"

"Ki'chen it is," Jaskier says, and they go.

#mywriting #geraskefer #geralt x yennefer x jaskier #i think this may be different than what you had in mind but i hope you like it! <3 #jaskier and yen are definitely dancing to a taylor swift song. haven't decided which one yet #maybe cowboy like me. maybe new years day. maybe peace.

[stevestevesstuff]

You're enough | Geralt X chubby f!reader

Summary: reader feeling insecure and Geralt comforts them and admits his feelings

I stood at the riverbank, looking at my sparkling reflection on the clear water. The moon stood high on the Black, starry sky, filling the dark with a comfortable amount of light.

Everything was perfect, or at least, thats how i thought it should be.

I have been on the road with Geralt and Jaskier for over 2 years now. The bard and i became good friends really quickly, but Geralt....he was as cold as ice the first few months. At the beginning, i was hurt and felt insulted by how he acted towards me, but then, i realised that it was just how he was. Not talkative, not really obviously caring and different.

But he did show affection, by acts of kindness. Maybe by repearing things or bringing me something i was looking for.

I had feelings for him. Strong feelings. Feelings that were like a bomb exploding inside of me and filling me with hope and denial.

Hope that he would feel the same towards me.

Hope that he wanted me as much as i wanted him.

Hope that He loved me.

But the longer i looked at myself on the water, the more i understood why he could never like me the way that i liked him.

I was the most useless in the group. I cannot fight nor protect myself. I cannot heal somebody nor care for them when wounded. I cannot ride a horse nor walk long distances without everything aching.

And then there was my body.

I was bigger then all the girls he had bed in those 2 years. My arms were flappy, gravity didnt help my breasts, my belly was full and a little round, my ass wiggled and my thighs rubbed together while walking.

I didnt find myself disgusting or not pretty, just, not beautiful enough for Geralt.

And that was the worst part.

The feeling of not being enough.

As i stood there, i slowly started hugging my body and silently cried. So i remained for some while, until I colapsed to the hard and muddy ground around the river. My crys got louder and more desperate, and eventhough I tried to muffle them a little by holding my hands over my mouth, i knew someone would hear me.

And I was right.

After some time I heard heavy footsteps from behind me. I didnt dare to look around because i knew who those steps belonged to.

Geralt.

He slowly sat beside me and tried to look me in my face, but i just turned my head away. I didnt want him to see me like this.

Hurt, broken, desprate and insecure.

He took my hand which rested on my lap and lightly started to draw figures on it with his thumb.

This kind of forced me to look at him.

"You know, legends say that the moon is a goddess. The most caring and gentle of them all. I dont know why but i guess it is because she has seen so many broken and lost souls crying under her light. So many restless souls looking up to her with tears in their eyes and begging her to end their pain. So many hopless souls singing their sad songs to her.",

Geralt said with his low voice.

A shiver run down my spine. His words hit deep in me, somewhere unknown. Also, his voice was more gentle then i had ever believed it could be.

"What-what do you mean by that?", i choked out.

He looked at me, I guess not knowing what to say. He lightly squeezed my hand, his eyes wandering to the water infront of us.

"I dont know, i thought a story might help..."

Suddenly, there was a silence I gould not describe.

It felt wonderful and warm. Just sitting here with him, my hand in his. I never wanted this moment to end.

"You want to tell me what is wrong?"

Geralts question caught me off guard.  He never asked anyone what was wrong. He just brushed it off and never mentioned it. But now, there it was.

"I really don't know, it is kind of stupid you know...", i tried to push him away.

"I dont think that it is stupid. It made you cry and it seems like it hurt you, so this is everything but stupid."

"I-i just dont feel like im good enough you know? I mean, you are a witcher. You can fight, use sword and other weapons, you get any girl you like and you have people who adore you. Jaskier can sing and kind of, which is really rare but still, lighten the mood almost everywhere.

And now theres me. I cannot fight or sing. I am extremely boring and not beautiful enough for you.

Damn it, i just want you to look at me they way you look at those girls you lead to your bedroom or the ones you flirt with in a tavern. I just want to be enough for you!"

I stopped and my eyes went wide.

~Oh no, what did I do....~

I told him that i like him, thats not good.

I started panicking and turned away from him.

Nobody said anything.

I almost started crying again but i couldnt. My racing heartbeat distracted me too much.

Suddenly, I felt fingers under my chin which turned my head to look at the owner of them.

"Dont say those things about yourself. You are an incredible woman. The way you dance around on the fields, the way you are excited about rare flowers when we pass through a forest, the way your eyes light up when you pet an animal. All of this is just so mesmerising. I get how you dont like yourself. You cant see those little things that I see. You are perfect (y/n). You are the most beautiful woman i have ever seen in my long life."

I felt a single tear roll down my cheek. Geralt catched it with his finger and wiped it away. He caressed my cheek and pulled me closer towards him.

"I love you...." and with that, Geralt connected our lips.

It felt incredible. All those feelings, all of these unspoken words were freed now. His lips tasted like ale but I didnt care, i pulled him closer.

We only seperated, because we needed air.

We looked at each other. The way the moon highlighted his perfect features and his beautiful scares made him look unreal.

He pulled me into a hug. A big hug. A hug I melted into. I have never felt so save.

He lightly whispered into my ear "you're enough petal..."

#witcher x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt x reader #oneshot #literature #reading #witcher imagine #witcher fic #witcher geralt #geralt of rivera #the witcher #fluff #romantic #chubby reader #chubby #insecure

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Banana Bread - IUI

This was choice number 2 for the 2k poll! These are some high stakes fam I’ve been threatening this for a minute. I really hope it doesn’t disappoint lmao.

Warnings: i mean its IUI - tattoos and stupidity are in the brand, alluding to Jaskier’s past shitty relationships, nothing harsh though, big softies and big cries

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Geralt got up early to get things set up and hidden so Jaskier wouldn’t see the tattoo machine before he went to work. He even made his boyfriend breakfast so he wouldn’t have time to mosey around their flat and happen upon it. He’d had three hours to practice before a shift at the bar, then probably two hours after that to practice and clean up before Jask got home from his last appointment of the day. 

Yen had been teaching him how to tattoo on bananas. 

He’d had to bake a ridiculous amount of banana bread because of the fruit choice and he regretted not getting oranges to just make juice with when he was done with them.

This was his third day practicing and he’d finally figured out how to make a solid line without skipping or wobbling too bad. The cursive words weren’t tattoo quality, but they were legible and pretty fucking neat compared to his chicken scratch in his server’s notebook. 

He sat up and stretched out his neck when his alarm went off. Jaskier’s last appointment was just showing up so he had about two hours until he’d be home. He could totally get one more practice banana done. 

Geralt hunched forward over the fruit again and clicked the machine on, quickly zoning out on his task. When he finished the sentence (his best yet) he set the pile of bananas on the kitchen counter before packing up the machine and hiding it under the couch. 

He’d meant to get up and send a picture to Yen for approval. He’d definitely meant to hide the evidence of his plan before Jaskier got home. 

But the bar had been packed for the lunch rush and he’d replaced four kegs and staged two because Abby couldn’t lift them and he was just so damn tired. He made the mistake of leaning back to rest and within seconds he was out. 

-

He woke up to a banana smacking him in the face, then another in his shoulder, then yet another far too close to his dick for comfort. He lurched forward in horror when he realized what was happening. 

“Oh fuck!”

“Oh fuck indeed! This is why we have so much fucking banana bread?!” Jaskier threw another banana at him from the kitchen island, smacking him in the neck.

“Shit! No! Uh… fuck,” Geralt leapt up and collected the bananas from the living room floor before turning to see his boyfriend crying, “I… fucked up.” 

Jaskier’s face flitted through at least twenty different emotions in the span of five seconds but Geralt only felt terror. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He’d planned a little getaway and surprise and he’d do it at the top of a beautiful hike when the sun was setting. He thought he could put a banana in Jask’s bag and ask for a snack at the top. Or something like that. He wasn’t too sure about the whole hiking thing. But it sure as hell wasn’t supposed to happen while he was asleep. 

“You…?” Jaskier picked up the last banana still on the kitchen counter and stared at it before looking back up at Geralt, “Do you mean this?”

Geralt nodded, still absolutely petrified.

“This isn’t just some sentence you chose to practice?”

Geralt shook his head. 

Jaskier took a deep breath and wiped his face, back to staring at the banana, “Why?”

“Well you said you can’t have jewelry on your hands at work because of health regulations and rings can be a pain in the ass at the bar so…” Geralt slowly rounded the couch and stood just a couple feet in front of Jaskier, “I don't know, I just thought we could tattoo them on?”

The look on Jaskier’s face was completely unreadable, and Geralt had recently said he was fluent in his boyfriend’s expressions, “No, why do you want to marry me?” 

Geralt frowned before he gently took the banana out of his hands and sunk down to one knee, “Because you are everything I could ever want and more,” he licked his lips and blinked the sleep out of his eyes before he continued, really wishing he’d stopped for coffee on the way home, “I love everything about you. Literally everything. Even the annoying things,” Jaskier gave a watery smile and held out his hand, which Geralt eagerly took as he babbled on, “I love your voice in the morning and when you yell at me and when you sing in the shower. I love how passionate you are and how you’d do anything for the people you love. I love your ridiculously blue eyes,” he gave Jask’s hand a squeeze and took a moment to clear away the tightness in his throat and blink a couple times, “I love how strong you are. I love that you’re still open and gentle and sweet even after everything you’ve been through. I will grumble and complain but I really do love that you push me to be better,” he took a deep breath and tried his best to keep his voice steady but Jask was looking at him like he was the only thing that had ever mattered in the whole universe, “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I can’t believe I almost booked my first tattoo with a scary looking guy smoking a cigarette in his profile picture. I am so so unbelievably lucky to have you and I want to do everything in my power to make you happy. Forever. But if you dont bite that wobbling lip I'm not going to make it through this.”

Jaskier laughed and wiped at his nose, biting his bottom lip.

Geralt cleared his throat again as he finally lost his battle with the tears, “Jaskier Pankratz, brilliant and ridiculous love of my life, will you marry me?”

He nodded and let out a strangled high pitched whine as he tugged Geralt up to his feet and clung to his shoulders. Geralt held him close and rested the hand not currently holding a banana on the back of his head as he cried into his shirt for a minute. 

“Yes!” Jaskier gasped as he stood back to look at Geralt, almost choked really, with the way he was still crying with his whole body, “Yes, I’ll marry you! Figured I should actually say it.”

Geralt laughed and cupped his cheek with one hand, “Thank you, I was getting a little nervous.”

Jaskier gave a hysterical giggle before sealing their lips together in a salty, messy kiss, “What the fuck are we gonna do with all these bananas?”

Geralt kissed his nose and held his best banana up, “First we have to take a picture for Yen and Triss. Then banana bread?”

They spent the rest of the night making seven massive loaves of banana bread. Well, Geralt baked banana bread. Jaskier clung to him in any way he could and followed him around the kitchen. 

When Geralt stood up from pulling the last loaf out of the oven Jaskier hugged him from behind, resting his head on his shoulder with his arms wrapped around his ribs, “Darling, since we’re getting mar-ried,” he put extra emphasis on ‘married’ and giggled, “you should know I really hate banana bread.” 

Geralt snorted, dropping the tin foil roll as he laughed and leaned back into his fiancé. 

“Hope that’s not a deal-breaker,” Jaskier giggled, pressing a kiss to Geralt’s cheek.

“I think we can work it out,” Geralt sighed, turning in Jaskier’s arms to kiss him again, only pulling away long enough to mutter a soft, “I love you,” before walking him backwards out of the kitchen and down the hall, lips still firmly and lovingly pressed together.

#inked up idiots #they gonna have some very soft engagement sex #geralt of rivia #jaskier #tattoo artist jaskier #tattoer jaskier #tattoo au #the witcher tattoo au #geraskier tattoo au #iui #geralt is a weanie #geralt learns to tattoo #iui proposal #geraskier proposal #geraskier #geraskier fic #geraskier tattoo #geraskier fiances #soft geraskier #geralt uses his words #jaskier cries #is it really a fic from me if one of them doesn't cry? idk #imma make banana bread tonight btw #modern geraskier #the witcher modern au

[witchersgoldenbard]

id love to read every wip on that list but lotr wip is calling me. pls

was gonna ask about light13wip cuz i read all of it again last night (i thought hmm what could help with this aching within and went and read it all and it helped) but i dont think im strong enough to read just a bit of it and then carry on with my life hehe <33

khfsjkdf nonnie you... you read it all again last night? that's.. my darling, that is 60k. are. are you okay? oh my god? i cuddle and smooch you on the forehead. but for that, i am going to be nice and mean and give you more jaskier&ciri comfort. (and also because someone else asked for lotr au so :3)

Light ch13, beginning. in which they both get to cry

Jaskier holds her, his hand flying to her hair and stroking her gently, shushing her but not to keep her quiet, only to keep her calm. To remind her he’s there. He will always be there, as long as she needs him. He’s crying, too, though he’s not sure why. Maybe it’s the pain she’s been holding in for too long, strong enough to make the whole Continent weep with sympathy. Maybe it’s the relief of getting to hold her again, getting to comfort her again after he was so scared that he had fucked up and abandoned her unwittingly. “I’ve got you,” he whispers repeatedly. “You’ve got this, Cirilla, and I’ve got you. I promise. I promise the world won’t end. I’ve got you.” Her sobs echo through the halls and he has no doubt that the witchers and Yennefer can hear her. He hopes that their worry doesn’t weigh heavier than their relief. Witchers and sorceresses aren’t prone to such displays of emotion, and Jaskier isn’t sure if they know that sometimes you have to cry and let your tears wash away the dirt of the world for everything to look brighter again. All he can do is hold his crying princess and hope that no one will come running to demand what is going on. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he tells her again, apologising to the princess and to himself. “I should have been here, but I had to hide for a while. I’m sorry, my darling. I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head against him, but when a sob wrecks through his chest, she pulls back. Not far, only to look him in the eyes. Oh, what a sight they must be making right now. The princess and her bard sitting on the cold, dusty floor of a witcher keep that is falling apart, their eyes red-rimmed and their hands clenched into fists by each other’s hearts. Cirilla looks at him and lets go of his linen shirt, threadbare now where she had been tugging on it. Her hand comes up to his cheek and she wipes at his tears, much like she had a few nights ago when she already found him a wreck in his own bed. Gods, he really should have been more careful with his own mind there and spared the girl some worries. But still she is here, wipes his tears from his cheek and meets his eyes. Shakes her head. And it takes Jaskier a moment to realise that what she is telling him is, no. No, you shouldn’t have been here. No, you get to hide. No, don’t be sorry. Jaskier clenches his jaw against the onslaught of words that want to bubble out of him right now, and he swallows until what leaves his mouth is nothing more than a whispered, “Thank you.” She smiles. It’s barely there, merely a quirk to her lips, but Cirilla’s smiles have always been more about her eyes and the light that Jaskier can see in them even now, even here on the floor, even after everything that happened in the past few days. This girl really is the strongest person he knows. In a keep full of witchers and a sorceress, full of the strongest and most powerful people on the Continent. And here she is, crying, smiling, hiding, and so alive.

sorry nonnie, don't hate me. ily.

#tell me about the light behind my eyes #geraskier #the witcher #jaskier #ciri #cirilla #nat rambles #wip game #sorry nonnie jkshfsk but at least it is soft i guess?? i am also soft for you reading it all again ksjdfhs 💛 #this is also unedited and repetitive but so is everything here so we just have to live with that

[bamf-jaskier]

The Witcher 💨🍃 Rewatch: Episode 4

WHY IS JASKIER SO FUNNY

Ttgeresss Geralt

Let Jaskier be more of an asshole haha

He’s at his best when he’s being super annoying

Which to Geralt is always ajdhakxnidis

I cannot explain this but the energy they have together is the same energy as mlm wlw together

Like the mlm is chaotic and loud and all over the place and the wlw is surly and quiet to people (may be basing this off me and m best friend here buttt)

Geralt is so not into this and what Jaskier is doing meanwhile Jaskier has the bard energy turned up to 11

Why is Getalt doing what I did with friends I wanted to avoid at parties where u find someone else you know and abandon the person who brought you?

Like damnnn Getalt didn’t even motion for Jaskier to come along he just LEAVES

And Jaskier didn’t even need to start playing yet 😭

Not even a goodbye from Getalt rippp

Ciri: Dara I’m glad ur alive!!

Dara: 😐 I’m in immense pain rn

Dara is so fucking tripped out rn and so confused

Send help

SHITE

Shite

SHYTEEEE

The accents

A shitless death

Great stuff

Oh damn this entire scene with Dara and Ciri is so fucking sad

When she says she’s Calanthe’s granddaughter Dara gets up and BACKS AWAY

He’s hunched over

He’s scared

He’s so scared because he worries that Ciri will hurt him too

And when Dara talks about all the pain he went through Ciri just is a spoiled princess :/

Like dude ur destiny isn’t nearly as significant as his whole family getting killed by YOUR family

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE CALANTHE IS FLIRTING WITH GERALT

maybe she’s just built that way

Lord Peregrine deserves MORE RESPECT

bitches

LORD PEREGRINE

“My potent seed”

Sir I have heard that exact line at bars

Wow okay Calanthe like he’s being a misogynist but damn….no reason to be racist

“Is it true you drink piss water and feast on your own young?”

Like damnnn chill tf out

Right after this Nilfgaard begins expansion too omfg Calanthe kickstarted their imperialism 💀

YENNEFER LOOKS SO UNIMPRESSED

Her voice is so 🥵🥵

Witcher passes Bechdel test 😩🤚

Also wow this queen has ISSUES

yen’s little splash of blood on her face….effervescent

Okay but Yen must be so fucking powerful

She opened so many portals so many different places

Like damn

This show is sooo damn gory

Lots of blood all the time

I love it

SHE IS OPENING THE PORTAL AND HOLDING THE MONSTER IN PLACE DAMN LETS GO

dude I should NOT call the person rescuing you useless

Where’s my AU where the baby lives and Yen raises her??

Jaskier is the theatre kid who’s in every production as the lead and also has dated most girls in the department

Calanthe meanwhile is using Geralt as free therapy

GERALT IS GIVING CALANTHE THE SIDE EYE OF SEDUCTION WHY

Or well the eyes he makes at Jaskier when doing the bull balls story

Maybe it’s annoyed eyes??

Or maybe he wants to fuck Jaskier AND Calanthe

He looks so stupid as a hedgehog

THE FIGHT ARE SO GOOD IN THSI SHOW

It’s so fucking AMAZING

Oh god I’m breathing so hard watching this fight

This is so hot I’m akskdiidfij

OKAY EIST

Omfgggg

Damn Calanthe kicks he own soldier down

The look Eist is giving Calanthe

Wow what a bitch sacrificing her daughter

That’s such an awful way for the child to die

Yen’s boob is almost out

And bloody

This scene hurts

DONT TOUCH THÉ WOUND WITH YOUR DIRTY HAND

This is so weird with the knowledge Pavetta is 15

The actress looks so much older

Please stop claiming the law of surprise 2021

OH FCUK YOU DUNY

Bitch

I will Eat your BABIES

(Well okay not YOUR babies. But. Other babies)

“As true for a commoner as a king”

SNAP CRACKLE POP BITCH

also I love the connection of Geralt and Yen talking about children

But why is Duny kinda hot??

Imma go cry

I only just noticed Calanthe’s braid. It’s so gorgeous and intricate

“The sea hounds of skellige” pffft that sounds so dumb

Also when did she accept?!? Lol

Ciri is having a GREAT time rn

Also why is she seeing Cahir kill her

Why do I feel like Dara joined a pyramid scheme??

brokilon is a an essential oils pyramid scheme

Ciri: why isn’t it working

Yen has such a gorgeous profile

Good monologue

Would be good in a POI for debate

Also fuck you Geralt lolz ur got PLAYED

Jaskier is getting LAIDDD

Cute to Cintra Burning

My friend (who hasn’t seen the show ever(: WHAT DID GERALT DO

Also umm Ciri doing a little drugs here huh

#the witcher #geralt #jaskier #yennefer #ciri #dara #1.04 #twn #myposts #high rewatch

[deathsdaisy]

Im trying to watch the second season of the witcher netflix again cuz the first time was rushed and i was full of anger cuz they killed my fav boi eskel before they even actually killed him, and im just so fucking angry agahga

Geralts apology to yennefer wast too bad, i liked how they talked about both being pushed into a corner and all that, but i wish they had talked about ciri a bit more. How them caring for a broken child as broken children themselves would work out. Do they know what its like, or does their past dictate the way they see her in a non constructibe way? (more on Ciri in a bit)

Geralts apology to jaskier is hollow at best, its barely there and when they do talk while on the path they wrote in jokes that flaten the whole thing, up to this point our main shit with jaskier was a spat he had with geralt in s1. Now in s2 he's a spy, he's a trickster and a con artist and a performer. His story could have been expanded on while keeping his humor. But knowing where to add in jokes and where not to is so important. Adding some quip everytime he talks doesnt add to his character when the pain and underlayers of his person show and you throw away the catharsis of seeing their reunion as just another joke. Seeing him interact more with the elves, seeing him win a battle/get someone out of a situation while putting himself in danger, having even a small conversation where he says why he became the sandpiper, the elves trusting him more and more as time goes on. Expanding on his hopelessness in the keep because he fells like he adds nothing while there.

Eskel, fucking Netflix eskel. You might as well have made up a new name cuz its not him. You wanna kill him fine but fuck at least keep him in character. We could have seen him similar to geralt except a few key features and the scar (that scar was pathetic, he believes himself a horrid monster not worth anyone cuz of that! Bullshit) would have held such an amazing parallel when you add in that his own child surprise gave that scar to him. Him talking with geralt about ciri, how similar geralt and him are, but showing their differences. Fine, kill him, but having Geralt kill him, then not mention it!!! Wtf! He had to kill one of his own! His brother, one of the few wolf witchers left and one of geralts same trials, we dont see geralts grief, his turmoil of what he's done. (backed into a corner, like its right there, they could have kept with this!!!) He essentially killed his brother after he was taken by a leshy (which fine i dont hate, but expanding on how that came to be would have been nice instead of just leaving it at whatever that was). The parallels to play with were there!!! Even killing him, tho upsetting for me, could have been delt with better.

Im not even going to mention the hores he brought to the keep, I didn't get why they added that in at all.

Ciri. We spent all of s1 with her, seeing what she was like in snipits, the way the world treats her, and her powers. She becomes a product of the world around her, just like yennifer and geralt. Pushed into this with no regards for her thoughts. She is bitter and resentful and rageful. She is strong and willing, but her past and the life she's been forced into feed into her decisions and she makes wrong choices because of this. What's the turning point? The realization that she might be evil by her own standards, despite what she tries to do when the world hurts her.

... a demon possesses her.

Big bad is down for the season, she's all better now, super big bad will continue to next season.

????why!!?!?!?

She has so much potential to be so compelling, her journey and growth slowly being shown through the cracks. Writing in choices which she fails and the turmoil of her life poisoning her. A posible betral on her part later on, sowing the seeds for what she could become! It could have been so interesting, but instead we have deamon hurt stuff, deamon go bye bye, she better now.

Ahgggg

#me #rant #the witcher netflix #twn

[jaskiersvalley]

I dont know why, but I didn't realise you had an ao3 account and I've just read "Write it better" it was so lovely. Oh gosh it made me well up. I love all your work and always read any post you make as soon as I see it. I'm so excited to make my way through your ao3 account!

There’s quite a few things coming to the AO3 account soon that won’t be posted on here :D I had signed up for a couple of events - the Geralt/Jaskier Big Bang posted last week and there are a couple of Reverse Big Bangs that will be posting soon too which I’m super excited about. While the posting date comes around for those, I can offer you a short fic on here as thanks for your kind words. <3

Heart to the Arrow

A witcher’s heart was protected under so many layers that Jaskier was certain nothing could ever get through it. Prickly, grumpy and smelly, witchers really had the whole shtick of ‘hurt others before they hurt you’ down to a tee. At first Jaskier had thought it was just Geralt who was like that. But then he met Lambert and Eskel. With Lambert the technique was so much more obvious, he snapped and snarled, lashing out at the smallest of perceived slights. Really, if Jaskier hadn’t known the technique from Geralt, he would have told Aiden to back away, that loving Lambert was a lost cause. Except for the hope that it wasn’t. Because if Aiden could convince Lambert he was loved then Jaskier would have a chance with Geralt too. And Cahir had hope with Eskel. That was a whole different kind of armour to break through. Rather than anger and indifference, Eskel shrouded himself in kindness, in helpful softness. As he travelled and Cahir followed, they went to safe cities where Cahir could start anew, met Eskel’s contacts who were or knew someone who was single and looking for a partner, and it just so happened Cahir fit their requirements. Eskel led them to safer areas where contracts were fewer but it was easier for Cahir to settle down, to leave Eskel.

The only good to come out of the Wolves being such stubborn idiots was that they invited their guests to Kaer Morhen for the winter. It made for an interesting little club, Jaskier, Aiden and Cahir together, lamenting how their Wolves were idiots.

“It’s all sharp armour. Nobody would be foolish enough to approach a fortress armed to the teeth,” Jaskier bemoaned.

“Except us. We’re like badgers with hedgehogs. Except with less murderous intent.” Aiden added. “Most of the time.”

Cahir nodded along. “If we can’t fire Cupid’s arrow at their hearts, we’re left to throw our own hearts at their arrows.”

“And maybe if we bleed enough, they’ll pull us in behind their walls and then we can strike.” Ever the poet, Jaskier sighed as he imagined it all. “But how much of our blood do they want?”

Their little meetings hadn’t gone unnoticed. The Wolves often gathered when the other were huddled in a room and they tried to fathom what on earth they could be talking about.

“Probably trading survival tips for the Path,” Eskel suggested. “I’ve tried to give Cahir so many outs, taken him to so many places he could have settled, introduced him to so many potential partners and allies. Yet none meet his standards.”

“Tell me about it. Jaskier’s turned down some court offers. Says he needs his inspiration and muse by his side.” Much more softly, Geralt added, “I know Roach is great but this is a bit ridiculous. Even for Jaskier.”

All through it Lambert had been quiet, mulling it all over. “Aiden’s probably teaching them how to stay safe alongside a witcher.” Which was a terrifying concept. “Fuck, they need someone more sensible to teach them!”

“Or they could be nursing broken hearts,” Vesemir gave his pups a firm stare as he looked up from the book he’d been reading.

As one, the Wolves shook their heads. “Nah, not possible. They’re learning survival tips.”

Lambert took it upon himself to crash the survival course, letting himself into the room. Three sets of eyes turned to him and he could hear the spike of heartbeats like a chorus of startled chicken.

“Broken hearts survival club?” He asked as a joke, wanting to mock Vesemir even if the old witcher wasn’t around to hear.

What he didn’t expect was for Jaskier’s face to soften and for Aiden’s heart to skip a beat. “You too? Who has ensnared your precious heart?”

Not at all what Lambert was expecting and he swallowed, eyes wide. He wanted to ask if this was serious, that the three really were there to lament broken hearts. His own heart lurched, knowing it was already bruised and barely held together. To know that Aiden held a torch for someone and didn’t trust him enough to say hurt worse than anticipated.

“Someone,” he said, shrugging. “It’s not important. He’s got his claws sunk into another heart.”

Diligently, Lambert didn’t look towards Aiden at all. He didn’t miss the shifting around though as Jaskier got up and approached him.

“Claws? Lambert-”

“It was just a stupid turn of phrase,” Lambert snapped. “Thought the poet in you would appreciate some flower language.”

He was steered towards the little huddle and sat down next to Aiden. Jaskier gently pressed a bottle in his hand and gave him an encouraging look. “Tell us more about who broke your heart.”

This was not a situation Lambert had ever intended to get into. He’d honestly thought he’d be helping Lambert teach the humans survival skills. Now, he needed help getting out of this mess without wrecking everything.

“Nobody’s broken my heart.” Three pairs of sad eyes stared at him. “It’s not big enough to break.”

“It’s plenty big enough,” Aiden cut in. “I know you too well to be fooled by that lie.”

Yet Aiden couldn’t see that Lambert’s heart was his for the reaping. He didn’t know Lambert well enough to see that all he had to do was ask and Lambert was his. Or maybe Lambert his his heart too well. It was all a little too confusing and poor Lambert felt like his head was going to explode.

“You don’t know me at all,” he spat and a pained silence blanketed the room.

Aiden’s harsh “don’t touch me!” broke the stillness as Cahir tried to put a soothing hand on his shoulder. There weren’t any tears but Aiden’s voice was still thick and tight.

“Maybe you don’t know me either. Maybe it’s time we went our separate ways. I’ll keep out of your way for the rest of winter.”

Lambert’s head was spinning. He had no idea what was going on anymore. Over the course of the years he and Aiden had said so much worse things to each other and hadn’t taken true offence. As Aiden tried to walk past him, he snagged his wrist and spun him, eyes pleading in place of the words he didn’t have. Begging for forgiveness, for Aiden to see what he couldn’t say.

“I think you’ve bled enough,” Cahir piped up out of the blue, watching the staring contest. A foot kicked him in the ankle and he cleared his throat with an apology. “Sorry Jaskier, what I mean is: and now kiss.”

That, at least, had the two witchers recoiling from their staring contest. Instead though, they were now looking at everything except each other.

“Did those claws do more damage?” Aiden asked softly, barely daring to hope. He gasped a little when Lambert nodded. He pulled at his wolf, urging him to stand. Turning to the other two, he offered a disbelieving smile. “I need to talk to Lambert. In private. Please excuse me.”

They left in a rush and Jaskier looked to Cahir. Now where were two of them left. Which was, of course, the moment Geralt stepped into the room.

“Don’t go into the corridor,” he grumbled. “Aiden and Lambert have finally pulled their heads out of their asses.”

“About time too.” There was only a hint of jealousy in Cahir’s voice. Lambert had come for Aiden. And now Geralt was there, looking at Jaskier. “Are all Wolves born with their heads up their ass? Or is one of the trials called The Great Stuffing?”

Giving them a confused look, Geralt’s brows pulled into a frown. “Have you been spurned by a witcher?” Realisation dawned on him. “Eskel?”

“Why do you think this is the Broken Hearts Club? Or rather, what’s left of it.”

Eyes turned from Cahir to Jaskier and Geralt was obviously doing mental gymnastics to figure it all out. A conclusion was reached when his jaw ticked and his pupils widened before narrowing as he fought to control his reactions.

“Come tend to Roach with me,” he offered Jaskier who bounced up and was almost out the door before remembering that his friend was still there and was about to be very much alone.

“I’m so sorry,” he said and Cahir nodded. This was fine. His friends deserved happiness. Little did he realise Jaskier wasn’t apologising for that. Instead, he threw his head back and, on the top of his lungs yelled, “Eskel!” then scurried away after Geralt.

The sound of rushing footsteps alerted Cahir to Eskel’s imminent arrival. He braced himself and put on a pleasant, if a little strained mask of being just fine.

“Did you call?” Eskel asked, hopeful as he stuck his head around the door.

“Jaskier. He and Geralt are in the stables. Lambert and Aiden hopefully in a bedroom.”

Sitting down heavily next to Cahir, Eskel huffed. “They finally got brave?”

Cahir didn’t want to think about what that really meant. Because then his heart would squeeze. The Wolves seemed to know about their affections and, it seemed, Geralt and Lambert even returned the feelings.

“Yeah. They did.” He turned to look at Eskel’s profile. This was fine. He could love from afar. Make sure Eskel didn’t travel alone, that someone had his back. A faithful friend. That was going to be enough for Cahir. He didn’t expect Eskel to turn to look at him, eyes dipping down to his lips.

“Do you think-” a tongue darted out to wet dry lips before Eskel continued, “-I could be brave too?”

They were already leaning towards each other, heads tipped to their noses wouldn’t bump painfully. Pausing just shy of Eskel’s mouth, Cahir whispered, “yes please” and they finally kissed.

#geraskier #lambden #eskhir #lambert/aiden #eskel/cahir #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #aiden #eskel #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #long post #tldr: idiots in love

[diamondcamefromhell]

I wish I were her

geralt x fem!reader [as a gender-fluid person i swear i will try to write more gender neutral pairings in the future but writing ‘straight’ is easier for me as i spent most of my life dreaming strictly ‘straight’ when i idenfied as a girl and was in fucking narnia closet even from myself, sorry guys, gals and non-binary pals <3]

A/N: A LOT of shit is going on in my life, as is everyones, so I am not making a comeback yet babes, but i did get not sober and listen to heather just now and decided to write my first ever geralt fic, say whaaaaaaaaaaaat? i made him super soft and honeslty maybe a bit out of character but let a person dream okay either way

truly, i hope everyone is doing okay. the world sucks and i know people have personal problems to deal with. i hope youre okay. i hope this fic distracts you a little. I love you all. as much as a stranger can love a stranger which i believe is a lot, i fukcing love you.

Summary: Y/N has met both, Geralt and Jaskier before, but when they visit again things dont go as she expected

Warnings: violence, self-hate, blood, nsfw [but not explicit because hey hoe im a virgin]

Word Count: 2239

There was something about him she couldn’t quite place. She got lost in his eyes before and she would do it all over again. His touch left marks on her skin that seemed to burn whenever her mind wandered back to him. He changed her life forever and then he left. Only his songs were sung by other folk, pinging at her sides, reminder of those few nights he was hers. And she was his. Nothing else mattered then.

But he was a bard. A man with purpose, a man with goals. And she was just a farmgirl, no more special than any other person on the continent. She was sure that there was nothing this world had to offer her, and those moments of bliss were the best she will ever get.

Yet, when Jaskier and Geralt were passing by again, she jumped on her mare, going to the tavern in a heartbeat. Her anxiety was eating at her insides, making her shiver as she pushed the door open. Unpleasant smell of alcohol and sweat hit her, but when she saw him she got high on a different kind of drug.

But this one had no price.

His eyes were shining as he was smirking as his friend, who was brooding. Jaskier took a moment to look around, glazing over her as if she was nobody. Her heart banged in her ears as she took a few shaky steps towards the table. Loud noises coming from around her seemed to drown out when his eyes met hers. There was slight recognition, or she tried to tell herself that.

“Hello.” She managed. Geralt glanced at her, mumbling something under his breath, but her attention was elsewhere. Y/N eyes were drilling Jaskier, who furrowed his brows, smiling.

“Hello there.” He said cheerfully. His eyes looked somewhere behind her.

“Jaskier, right?” She asked, even though she knew. She knew exactly who he was and what his lips tasted on her and how they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Right. We’ve met before?” Y/N heart shattered a little, but she grabbed the broken bits, not letting them fall apart, holding it together.

“Awhile back, when you and Geralt stayed here. He was here on a contract for a wraith. You wrote a song for that one.” She rambled on, finally taking a breath in.

“Oh right!” His eyes were still glassy but he pointed at the seat. “Join us.”

“Jaskier.” Geralt grumbled, but still scooted over when she sat down. His yellow eyes seized her up. “Y/N.”

“You remember me?” The girl was taken back a little, the witcher was the one who hadn’t forgotten her. Not Jaskier. She blinked twice as Geralt didn’t respond, but rather looked at the bard.

“I remember you too, Y/N!” He argued battling Geralt’s gaze.

“How have you two been?” Underneath the table she clasped her hands together, only now realizing she’s sweating.

“Good, good. Lots of work to do around here, right Geralt?” There was nothing but silence coming from his companion. “He’s a bit shy, but you know that already.”

“Right.” Silence settled between them as Geralt downed his ale in one gulp, leaning back a little. He seemed to zone out, having a thousand-yard stare, his mind traveling elsewhere. Y/N looked away from him.

Jaskier was glancing around the tavern just as a server came up to them. Y/N seized her up, in her pretty dress and golden curls than bounced behind her back perfectly behind her back. Her smile was perfect, making Y/N fill with envy as she leaned over to Jaskier, exposing her cleavage to them all.

“Can I get you anything, sweetie?” She whispered as Y/N leaned back, swallowing hard.

She suddenly became aware of her tattered dress that had, what she hoped to be dirt, on it. Her hair was tied back but she haven’t brushed her hair today, so it most likely was a mess. She shifted, smelling pigs and sheep on herself. She became aware of all her flaws as if they were broadcasted to the world.

She wanted to burst into flames this very moment, becoming aware her cheeks are burning red. Suddenly the table became the most interesting thing in this tavern as she drowned out their conversation. She couldn’t listen. She couldn’t see. But when she lifted her eyes, the woman had sat down and Jaskier had one of his hands over her shoulder. He was laughing. The woman looked at Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N!” She, however, didn’t know the servers name, so all she could offer was a polite nod and a forced smile. “You look pretty tonight.”

“You do too, Amelie.” Jaskier said, before Y/N could respond. She dropped her gaze to the table as Amelie laughed. It sounded like bells in the wind, like a bird chirping. It was perfect. Y/N took a sharp breath in.

She zoned out again, not listening to Amelie and Jaskier again. She simply couldn’t. Geralt was looking at her, his eyebrows furrowed. He could tell Y/N was uncomfortable, he couldn’t understand why she simply didn’t leave. The girl chose to torture herself.

Amelia stood up, going back to her work, and only then did Y/N look up again, her expression different from before. Corners of her lips were turned down as she watched Jaskier look after Amelie, completely mesmerized.

“Jaskier.” Geralt called but Jaskier kept his eyes on the girl. Y/N shifted in her seat again, clasping her hands tighter.

Until she felt like she was going to burst. She stood up, muttering something under her breath. She tried not to run, but she couldn’t. She heard Amelie say something, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did. Her eyes burned as her mind kept replaying Jaskier wrapping his hands around other woman. He was not hers, and Y/N knew.

But her heart ached so much, she felt like her chest was about to rip apart. Her insides were burning and her head was spinning as she untied the horse, riding it into the moonlight. Y/N didn’t realize she just took Roach. She didn’t realize the rain had come down heavily on them. She didn’t realize she was crying.

She didn’t realize she was going right into the woods. Alone. At night.

Only when a wolf howled uncomfortably close, she stopped the horse in its tracks. It neighed uncomfortably as Y/N stared into the woods, until she heard a howl.

She ushered the horse just in time.  A pack of giant wolves jumped out as they rushed forward. Her heart was beating for a different reason. The rain was making it impossible to see as she held on for dear life. A moment later she shifted in the saddle and her leg hit a sword that was mounted on the horse.

She realized the mare wasn’t hers. With adrenaline pumping inside of her she tried to unbuckle the sword with one hand, while keeping the other one on the reigns. She struggled and the wolves were catching up. Her life was flashing before her eyes and the dread was filling in, but she knew she hadn’t lived enough yet.

She remembered Jaskiers kiss as vivid as if it was happening now, finally freeing the sword. It was heavier than she expected, throwing her off balance. Roach turned right too, unexpectedly skiting off the hill. The horse took a sharp turn, standing on its hind legs and Y/H hand slipped off the reigns. With a painful thud, she hid the ground.

Roach neighed in fear, rushing off into the woods. Y/N had to blink hard before she could see again, and when she did, her heart dropped. The wolves had her surrounded, their angry growls making hairs on her body stand up. She saw the sword dropped to her right. Out of reach. She was done. There was nothing she could do anymore.

She closed her eyes, hoping her death would be quick.

She heard a thud first. Then, something heavy dropped on her. Her eyes shot open and she saw a decapitated beast on her. Warm blood was soaking through her dress, sending shivers down her spine. Y/N only then sae Geralts back, and his sword drawn, a few more wolves laying in front of him.

The rest of the pack was slayed quickly too, as Y/N stared blankly, too scared to move. All she could smell was blood. As she could feel was fear and relief mixing inside of her. She didn’t like they made together. Her vision became blurry again. And when Geralt finally turned to face her again, she covered her mouth with one of her hands, tears streaming down her face.

Unexpected kindness shined from the witcher as he leaned down, pushing the wolf corpse off of her. His hand landed on her shoulder heavily. In response, she rushed into his arms. He just held her as she sobbed into his shoulder.

He wasn’t bothered by the rain that was drowning them both or that she reeked of blood or that he had just cleaned these clothes. He just held the girl, who almost seemed like a child, shaking in his arms, gripping onto him like he was the last straw holding her together.

“I’m sorry.” She finally managed, not pulling away. His hands around her tightened.

“Not your fault.” He rubbed her back gently as she took a few shaky breaths in.

“I didn’t mean to take Roach.” She leans away, meeting Geralts yellow eyes. He smiles.

“I followed you because you did. You’d be dead otherwise.” Y/N swallowed hard again, blinking back a new wave of tears. Geralt kept his arms around the girl, which she appreciated.

“Thank you.” Her voice broke.

Silence settled between them as Roach seemed to come back to them. It neighed, shaking its head as Geralt and Y/N stayed on the ground, in the dirt. Gazing at each other.

She saw warmth in his cat eyes. There was something welcoming and inviting in them, something that made her feel safe. Like a fireplace on a cold winter night. She felt okay. Nothing could hurt her as long as she was in his arms. She was sure of it.

“I am sorry you had to follow me here.” She breaks the silence, relaxing her body.

“I’m sorry you had to leave like that.” Geralt grows serious again. “Jaskier didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” Y/N closes her eyes now, feeling the rain roll down her back. “I just wish I was enough.”

“You are. For the right person.” Her lips shake a little as she leans forward, placing her forehead on his shoulder.

“I just want to be enough.” She whispers again, as Geralt gazes into the woods. His hands tighten around her. “Pretty enough. Nice enough. Just enough to be loved. Enough to be remembered.”

“I didn’t forget you.” Geralt reminds sending a electric wave through her body. She sniffles, opening her eyes, staring at her hands.

“You didn’t.” He now grabs her shoulders pushing her away. They lock eyes, as she is suddenly drawn to his honey.

“And I wont.” Her heart skips a beat as she thinks he might lean in for a kiss. She is ready. She wants him to do it, but instead, he stands up, dragging her up with him. “Let’s get you dried up.”

She remains silent as the witcher drops her on Roach, jumping behind her. He takes the reigns, and so does she, her hands still shaking. She leans back into his chest, feeling his breathing as he guides Roach back towards the tavern.

Y/N is sure she hears wolves howl in the distance but she closes her eyes and feels safe with Geralt sitting behind her, steady and unmovable like a wall. Unbreakable.

Once she opens her eyes, they are back. He helps her down the horse, holding onto her as they enter the tavern, but this time, he guides her up to stairs. The room they entered was a bedroom, but Geralt guided her to a bathroom where a warm bath seemed to be ready.

Y/N looked at Geralt who had taken his shirt off. He glanced at her.

“You’re going to bathe with your bloody dress?” She felt a rush go though her body. Her lips curled.

She dropped her, standing there uncovered in front of him. His lips curled as he dropped the remains of his clothes. They didn’t stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, but just enough for their eyes light up with hunger.

They stepped in the bath, warmth surrounding them as Geralt placed his hands on the sides of the bath, towering over Y/N, who was half underwater. His eyes were eating her up as his muscles tensed up.

“You’re pretty.” He said.

“Shut up.” She flushed, going underwater to avoid his gaze.

She didn’t expect him to follow, but he did, pressing her to the bottom. His lips found hers, breathing in the air her lungs craved. He wrapped his arms around her, dragging them both from underwater. The kiss didn’t split.

And there Y/N was, surrounded my candlelight, electricity running over her body again, drowning in honey and metal. She felt whole again, she felt safe. She felt loved and important, she felt seen when he locked eyes with her.

She wasn’t Amelia, no. But Y/N was herself.

And she was enough.

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A/N [again]:  i lost the plot at the end im sorry i had a whole ass bottle of wine and i got super saddo towards it so yikes, hope you still enjoy, requests are open ofc but it might take me two years to get to it and im not kidding okay luvs i love yall bue

#will tags work #witcher x reader #geralt x reader #tags never work for me #for fox sake #geralt fluff #soft geralt #jaskier an ass #i love jasky but idk #i felt a bit of geralt tonight #also like what #i am tired #this sucks might delete later #hahaha #okay #bye #tags pls work #thankx

[dirt-cup-draco]

"If anything happened to her I'll kill you, Yen." with Geralt x reader please

This doesn’t follow a particular timeline and it’s just sort of my brain spewing but I hope you like it! 

You’d been aiding Geralt for some time. He had been reluctant at first. He didn’t need a sidekick but you were a talented enough witch. You had a soul too. You didn’t crave unimaginable power nor did you thirst for blood. You used your knowledge to aid and nothing else. You were the best person he had known in some time. Selfless. Loving. Giving. He didn’t deserve you one bit, not even as a friend. Yet he felt he couldn’t let you go. He cherished you, or he hoped he did. 

The both of you had your fair share of fights. He was stubborn and you were easily hurt. Geralt knew how to make his words hurt though. He didn’t pull punches. He was constantly trying to drive away the good things in his life. It was something you and Jaskier had bonded over. Both of you knew he cared, both of you had been a victim to his tempers. 

Just the night before, you two had gotten into a foolish fight and Geralt wasn’t proud of how things had gone.

“I’m simply saying you should be careful around her...” You had muttered, eyes glancing to Yennefer as she smirked into a drink. You knew she could hear you, but you didn’t care. You didn’t trust her and in your opinion, Geralt was too caught up by the wrong head to realize that she posed more danger than he should be getting into.

“I’m careful. We all are. I don’t trust her either but she isn’t going to kill us while we sleep Y/N,” Geralt said moodily. 

“You trust her enough to fuck her,” 

“That has nothing to do with this,” He’d said, eyes burning and narrowed at you as your bottom lip went out into a pout. 

“My point is that you’re so busy thinking about getting laid you don’t realize that she might not be the sort of person you want to be in company of,” You’d tried reasoning but you knew it was a lost cause. 

“Maybe you aren’t the company I should be in if you go around making accusations simply because she gets attention for being beautiful and you dont!” Geralt had roared finally, tired of the conversation. He watched your eyes go wide for a second before he saw them go dull. You had erected a wall so quickly he barely had time to register your emotions. That’s how he knew it hurt. 

“Wait- I didnt mean it,” He sighed, hand going to rub at his face in exasperation. 

“Goodnight Geralt,” You had said instead of continuing the conversation. You had rushed to your room, wiping away your frustrated tears before they could fall.

By the morning you had been gone. At first he had believed that you had up and left with no reason to come back. You’d had enough of Geralt of Rivia. But your things were still in the room you had rented and Jaskier had been looking jumpy all morning while Yennefer was looking far too pleased. 

Jaskier had been the first to cave, admitting he had seen you earlier that morning and that Yennefer had been talking to you about the wraith that the witcher was after. Something had been said about impressing Geralt, of all things. How could you think you needed to seek his approval, especially by doing something so insanely stupid?

Yennefer had chased you into the arms of danger yet he hadn’t been there to keep you level headed. He had angered you the night before, wounded your pride. He should have known something like this would happen. 

“If anything happened to her, I will kill you, Yen,” Geralt growled, hand gripping Yennefer’s fragile throat as she grinned in delight but he couldn’t find himself to care. He was disgusted by the sight of her currently. All she was was a pretty face and a wicked soul. You were so much more than that and he had been a fool not to realize sooner.

“Oh please,” Yennefer gasped, craning her neck in an attempt to get out of his grip. With every passing second Geralt was getting more frustrated, more worried, and every second his grip around her throat was getting tighter. She couldn’t breath properly and it was beginning to get uncomfortable. Her eyes flashed a dangerous purple as she wiggled out of his grip. “Y/N is fine, and if she isn’t, it’s her own damned fault for being weak.”

Geralt tensed considerably more and his shoulders were tense. He towered over Yennefer with a threatening glare. “She is not weak,” He hissed, “She never has been. And if you think she is then you are far more misguided than I thought you were Yennefer,” Her name was spat out like poision from his lips. He felt sick. Falling under her spell and her vicious beauty. Yennefer was corrupted and wicked and terrifying. She was rage and hatred and vengeance. He had so easily fallen victim to it. Taking his own troubles and letting them get caught up in her whirlwind of pain.

He couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh, the fight leaving him as his shoulders sagged. He stepped away, releasing Yen’s throat as she gasped for her first full breath in some minutes. Geralt’s worry was getting the better of him. You were nothing like Yennefer, nothing like him for that matter. Your heart was gold and your smile was sunshine. You had experienced pain, far more than your fair share yet you weren’t spiteful. You let it mature you instead of letting it destroy and distort you. You became better than what your circumstances had tried to make you into.

And here you were, trying to prove something to him by taking on that blasted wraith by yourself. He snapped out of his upset stupor. You were out there, in danger and he was feeding Yennefer’s cat fights by staying. Without another word he was storming out of the inn and throwing his leg over Roach’s saddle. 

Not halfways to his destination however he was met by a familiar sight. You were slumped heavily over your horse, hair matted to your head. Your clothes torn. He called your name and watched as you slowly lifted your head, eyes squinting and falling shut with the effort it had taken to open them in the first place. 

Geralt felt a lump in his throat as he noticed that blood caked underneath your nails and smeared across your face. There was a fresh wound that was dripping crimson blood onto your bare shoulder. He dismounted Roach quickly and your horse halted before him and you groaned at the sudden stop. 

“Y/N...you fucking fool. What were you thinking?” He said but there was only concern in  his voice. 

“Trying to prove,” You rasped, letting him pull you from your horse with gentle but sturdy hands, “that I don’t need to be beautiful, I just need to be better than that bitch, maybe then you’ll notice me,” You admitted. You weren’t thinking clearly. You’d hit your head quite a few times. Been through hell with that damned beast. “I did it Geralt,” You said once more before falling limp in his arms.

He took you back to the inn quickly and when Yennefer met him at the door he made sure to put her in her place. That blasted woman wouldn’t be sticking around any longer, his attention was on you now. You needed him. You were important to him. You were good to him and he had been wretched to you. Maybe Yennefer was now the scapegoat of his frustrations but he did feel relieved when she disappeared from his sight. Jaskier had come to check on you shortly after, reporting that the witch had indeed left. 

You were thankfully, going to be alright. Geralt stayed with you and refused to move. When you woke, he was there with a lukewarm glass of water and furrowed brows. 

“Explain,” He demanded and you winced as you sat up enough to sip at the drink he had given you. 

“Got anything stronger?” You requested and once the alcohol was in your hand you sighed. 

“I just figured I could take care of it myself. I believe in my abilities and if I didn’t think I had a chance I wouldn’t have gone, but I was successful so why are we talking about this?” You asked, exhaustion lacing your words.

“Because what you did was pure idiocy, Jaskier has more brains than you,” 

“Ah, back to insulting again, are we?” You commented. “So lets see, Yennefer has more beauty and Jaskier has more brains so I’m what? Useless to you?” 

“No-” Geralt rushed to get out as he realized once again he was causing more damage than good. Your voice was bitter but your eyes were sad, downcast. 

“It’s fine, I’ll get over it. It did hurt though, what you said last night. I know I”m not the prettiest thing to ever walk the earth and I don’t care about that anyway, but I felt like I needed to do something to get your head out of your ass. I’m worth something Geralt and I don’t like when you make me feel otherwise,” 

At your admission his hand was engulfing yours. You were comforted by the lazy strokes of his thumb across your knuckles. “You are worth much more than anyone has ever given you credit for.... It was cruel of me to make you feel like you weren’t wanted or needed. You’re my...friend, Y/N.” He nearly grimaced at the word but it brought a small smile to your lips.

“A friend. Was that so hard to say?” You teased. 

“Yes, no shut up or I’ll regret it,” He seethed but you gripped his hand tighter, kissing his knuckles. 

“Just try to remember that I may be tough but I’m not invincible Geralt, I care about you and when you say things that make me feel like you don’t care, I take it to heart,” 

“I do care,” Geralt grumbled, pressing a kiss to your bruised temple. “A lot, actually. I was terrified when Jaskier told me where you left to. I saw red, blamed Yen for it and grabbed her by the throat, made her leave... I do care.” 

“I know now,” You smiled letting your eyes close again as sleep approached. You had taken quite the beating and now that you and Geralt were in a good place again you were ready to rest some more. 

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Geralt x injured reader part 2

Ok so here's part two, hope you like xoxo

Warning: cursing, injury,

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The sweet scent of fresh bread wafted through the air and into your nostrils. Hmmm I wonder where that's coming from. Wait a minute...it all came back to you in a flash, the misson, geralt and yennefer, the visser and Fuck..

Your eyes flung open and you shot up like a flare.

"Aghhh" fuck stupid injury, your hands flew around your torso, eyes sealed shut in pain. Note to self, no sudden movements until you were healed.

"You're awake!" Jaskier bounded over to you smashing you into a tight hug.

"Ow ow ow not so tight jaskier!" Hurridly he released you spewing out a string of apologies.

You finally got a chance to look around and saw that you were in the middle of the forest, on a pile of furs and geralt and yennefer were no where to be seen.

"Jaskier can you tell me what happened? I don't remember much" you managed to shift into a more comfortable sitting position.

Jaskier scratched the back of his head. " well I went to go check on you since you were lagging behind, then all of the sudden you were driving into my arms, you know y/n, If you wanted me that badly, all you had to do was say so" he teased. " we were all so worried...why didnt you tell us the visser had attacked you?" He asked serious now.

Fuck they knew..

Avoiding his gaze you thought for a moment, "I-I...well I didn't want anyone to worry I guess..." or maybe you didnt want to admit you weren't strong like you thought you were..

"Didnt want to worry us? Well thank god you made that decision because watching you fall off roach and writhe in pain was much more worry free" he rolled his eyes but softened his expression when he looked at you again.

"Well I'm just glad you're alright, besides I wont give you a lecture since I'm sure geralt has a long one at the ready".

Fuck...how had this gone downhill so fast.

"Geralt...was he mad?" You gingerly asked.

"I think furious was more like it" he held a finger up to his chin in thought.

"Although he was more worried than anything else, you should have seen his reaction when he saw your wound.."

"Hmm" you were definitely in trouble.

"Speaking of, where is everyone?" You looked around camp still not seeing anyone.

"Our dear witcher has gone off to slay the last visser, yennefer is assisting him in tracking it, they've been gone a while now".

"Jaskier could you help me stand please?" Scrambling up he carefully supported you into a standing position. "What are you doing?" He asked nervously. "You should still be resting".

"I'm fine, I just need to find a stream to wash up" you gained stability and began slowly walking forward. Jaskier hesitantly moved in front of you, "I really think you should just lay back down, geralt gave me specific-"

You cut him off with a glare,

"Jaskier I am covered with every possible bodily fluid, if I dont bathe I might die of disgust. Now please kindly move out of my way" he stepped aside grumbling how geralt would have his ass. "Fine then at least allow me to accompany you" he linked his arm through yours with a small smile. "Shall we, my lady?"

You shook your head, what a goof.

Speaking of goof, he made it a full 5 steps with you before tripping over an overgrown root, you lost your footing and went tumbling forward. So much for supporting me Jaskier...

Like a damsel in a romance novel you shut you eyes awaiting an impact that never came.

Strong arms gripped you firmly and you lifted your head enough to see the golden eyes of a very ticked off geralt.

He righted you upwards then turned briskly to Jaskier who was face down in a pile of mud. "Didn't I tell you to make sure she stayed in bed?". A grumble was heard as jaskier sat up and wiped at the brown gunk. covering his face.

Geralt sighed and turned back to you, his eyes intense and you swear you couldn't breathe. Wordlessly he bent down and swept an arm under your legs and behind your back. The quick movement making you wince. You had dreamed of Geralt taking you into his arms like a princess, but this situation was far from romantic.

Carefully he lowered you back onto the furs, you instantly began to protest, " I'm fine I can wal-" his glare swallowed up the rest of your words. Finding it suffocating you looked away.

He still hadn't said a word. A silent geralt was much more dangerous than any monster lurking in the forest.

Relenting you laid back down and turned onto your side.

Yennefer came over a short while later with a bowl of stew. "Here, you should eat something."

You gave a small smile, "Thank you.."

"How are you feeling?" She gently asked, helping you into a sitting position.

" I'm alright.." your eyes snuck a look at a silent geralt wiping off his sword. "Been better though.."

"Mmm" she followed your gaze.

"He was very worried you know" her purple eyes met your e/c ones. "He didnt let anyone help carry you, even roach.."

Wait what? "Geralt carried me?"

She nodded smiling, "mhmm, the sight of you high off palderberry juice( made that up too) was quite the spectacle" this time she was smiling ear to ear.

"Oh god no...he gave me palderberry.." a million embarrassing scenarios ran through your mind. Was he even more mad because you said something to him? Fuck.

"Don't worry, you didn't say anything too bad" she assured. You sighed and began eating, suddenly feeling very hungry.

After you finished your meal yennefer helped you wash up and finally you had enough strength too walk around. This time Geralt didnt protest.

Speaking of...

The witcher was sitting by the edge of camp quietly sharpening one of his swords. You decided to bite the bullet and slowly walked over. When you were standing right beside him, you felt the tension could drown you

"I-I.." you began but found it insanely difficult. Oh god this is so awkward...

"I'm sorry.." I said looking down.

Geralt halted his movements with a grunt, and looked straight forward.

"For?" He asked bluntly.

"For...for leaving camp when you said not to and not letting the visser get the better of me.."

The second I said that, Geralt stood up abruptly and faced me.

"That's what your sorry for??" He shook his head and walked passed you.

Huh? Why is he even more mad now?!

"Geralt wait! I don't understand..why are you still upset?" you caught up to him quickly and with no small effort either, you were still hurting and the sudden sprint wasnt not helping. Only when you felt yourself get dizzy did you stop to rest against a tree trunk. He noticed and turned around with a grunt.

"That is why" he pointed at your stomach.

" I know I know I shouldnt have let the visser get the better of me but I swear I'll train harder and-" he cut you off with an exasperated scoff.

"Did the visser hit your head too?!" He yelled getting closer to you. " I'm not angry because you got hurt! I'm angry because you got hurt and didn't say anything!"

"Oh...." you looked down feeling stupid.

"What were you thinking?!"

"I-I... I didn't..." somehow you found explaining yourself tougher than killing the visser. "I didn't want to be weak..." you whispered barely audible.

A look of confusion flashed across Geralts face. "Weak? What are you talking about? Whats really going on y/n, and dont you dare lie to me" his eyes bore into yours. Waiting for an answer.

The truth...the truth hurt to think about.

"I can't be weak geralt...I..." pausing to gather your emotions you continued, "I cant be left behind.."

His face softened when he saw the look on your face. "Why do you think I would leave you behind?" He placed a hand on your shoulder peering into your face.

" If I'm not strong enough to not be a burden, why would you keep me around.."

Your old master did the same thing, when someone new came along and was stronger he cast you aside.

Geralt gently gripped both your shoulders, "Hey, look at me"

Slowly you lifted your chin upwards, "I'm not him" he said referring to your old master he knew a little about. "I won't leave you behind." "Besides," he started with a teasing smile, "who else is going to drag my drunk arse out of stinking bars" he ruffled your hair and offered you his arm for support. With a smile you took it and walked back to camp together. By now it was nightfall and the others were in their tents. Geralt led you to your tent but before you went in he gripped your arm making you face him slightly confused. "Promise me something"

Cocking your brow at the sudden statement you nodded your head. "The next time you're injured you tell me immediately, you understand?". He was serious now and you felt bad for making him worry. "I will, I promise." Satisfied he let go and turned around to leave.

Without turning around he shouted back at you, "oh and y/n?"

You look up, "hurry up and get better, you're gonna make up for everything you said while you were "recovering" with training" you couldn't see him but he was smirking. "Starting with that kiss you forced on me" he walked away, not bothering to explain it was only on the cheek. Only leaving you wide eyed and hot faced.

FUCK...

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Lemme know if you guys would like more! I'm thinking of doing a few of these that lead up to geralt and reader actually ending up togther. I do like slow burns though. Anyway thanks for reading xoxo

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I dont know if you write for x Male readers but would you be willing to write a geralt x male reader where the reader is a healer and has traveled with geralt for a bit and developed feelings for him and has a bad nightmare about geralt getting gravely injured and geralt calms him down? You can make it as fluffy or angsty as you like! (:

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long babe!! it’s fluffy with a little angst cause i can’t help it 

The fire crackled as you poked it with a stick. Jaskier sat across the fire from you, composing his newest song while the two of you waited for Geralt to return from his hunt. Jaskier was upset that Geralt refused to let the bard accompany him on this hunt. There was a group of ghouls feasting on a village when the sun went down. Geralt knew ghouls were unpredictable and often frenzied. He wasn’t entirely sure how many were in the pack but he didn’t want to chance there being too many, so Jaskier had to stay behind with you.

You sighed softly, putting the stick aside and bringing your hands up to rub your face. 

“You worry too much.”

Your hands fell from your face so you could look across the fire at him.

“Perhaps you don’t worry enough. Geralt isn’t immortal. He can be wounded and he can die.” 

You didn’t mean to snap. You were exhausted and in need of sleep. For the last week, sleep was something foreign to you. You couldn’t close your eyes without seeing someone you cared about-mostly the White Wolf-dying. It was so easy to see the witcher dying. His very job put his life on the line.

“I’m sorry, Jaskier.” You leaned forward with your elbows on your knees. “I’m just tired.”

“I worry about him too.” Jaskier spoke softly, turning his head to look at the thick forest to his left. “Just try to have faith that he’ll return in one peace. I don’t like being worried.”

“Neither do I, but sometimes I can’t help it.” Your eyes found the fire. 

Something rustled in the woods behind Jaskier. You lifted your head to see Geralt and Roach. The witcher was atop the mare, holding his side with one hand and the reins with his other. 

You stood to your feet, moving to help Geralt down. He was in pain and you could see that.

“Let me help you, Geralt.” You offered, pulling the reins from his hand. 

Being the stubborn man he was, he grunted. He got down from Roach but he landed heavily on his left leg. It gave out underneath him. You were quick to catch him, your hand grabbing his armor clad arm.

“Is he okay?” Jaskier was too afraid to approach you two. He didn’t like seeing Geralt hurt. 

“I’m fine.” The witcher muttered under his breath. You sighed softly, eyes flickering up to meet his gaze briefly. 

“Come sit. Take your armor off so I can start to treat your wounds.”

Geralt didn’t fight your words. He did his best to hide his limp but you could see it. 

Jaskier came to your side, taking Roach from you so he could tie her to a tree. You went to your bag to fetch the items you would need.

“Were you bit?” You asked over your shoulder.

“No.”

With your arms full of vials containing ointments and remedies, you walked around the fire to get to the witcher. 

You emptied the items on to the ground carefully. You knelt down in front of him, briefly looking over him as he finished untying his armor and tossed it aside. 

There was a large gash on the inside of his knee. 

You picked up an elixir and handed it to him. 

“This will help with the pain and calm your nerves.”

He hesitated to take the vial from you. 

You sighed softly, resting your hand on your knee.

“You still don’t trust me, do you?” You asked him quietly, looking up at him with softly furrowed brows. 

It had been eight months since you joined the bard and the witcher on their journey across the Continent. Right off the bat, Geralt had trouble trusting you. You would never be left alone with Jaskier if he could help it and Geralt would even refuse your help when he came back from hunts injured. You understood his reasoning. It was difficult to find trustworthy company. But you were a little hurt that he still had yet to put his trust in you.

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. Actions speak louder than words.” You placed the vial aside and chose to tend to the wound on his inner thigh. “If I wanted to drug you, I had plenty of opportunities.”

“It’s not that, Y/N.” Geralt winced as you poured a liquid onto the wound that would cleanse it. “When I take that shit, I’m not at my best. If something were to attack us-,”

‘“Nothing is going to attack us, Geralt.” You cut him off, smiling softly. “We are safe here. And even if we weren’t, I can use my own sword and Jaskier…. He can sing the assailant to death.”

The faintest smile tugged at Geralt’s lips. Anyone else wouldn’t have been able to notice the display, but you did.

“That is rude!” The bard called from across the fire. You looked over to him, offering him a little smile.

Your eyes flickered back to Geralt. 

“It’d be nice if, for once, you just let me do what I’m supposed to.” You mockingly sighed, looking down to your supplies. “What good is a healer if you don’t use him properly?”

“M’fine.” He grunted. “I heal just fine.”

“Yes, but it’s quite painful leaving the wounds to just heal up on their own.” 

You placed your hand on his knee, your fingers feeling for any abnormalities beneath his trousers. 

“You were limping. What hurts?” You glanced up at him. Your fingers continued their journey from his knee down his shin and to his ankle. The second you touched his ankle, he jerked back and hissed. “I-I’m sorry, Geralt.” You apologized quietly, dropping your gaze to his ankle. “Can you move your ankle?”

Ever determined to mask his pain, he attempted to move his foot around. His lip curled back in a pained snarl. 

“I’ll take that as a no. You, my good witcher, have sprained your ankle.” You pulled a strip of cloth from your pile that would’ve been used for bandaging and instead chose to use it to wrap around his ankle. “With your healing rate, I’d say by morning you’ll be able to walk on it.”

You didn’t get much more time to evaluate the man. He stood to his feet and moved towards Roach. You sighed and looked to Jaskier. He shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head in disapproval. 

“We leave at dawn.” The witcher grumbled over his shoulder. 

You nodded your head as you gathered your items. 

“One of these days, I’d just appreciate it if he lets me do my job.” You muttered as you neared the bard. “I’ve never done anything to be untrustworthy.”

“Geralt’s just a stubborn old man.” Jaskier sighed. He knew very well the witcher could hear him. A deep grunt came from Geralt’s chest. “Don’t let him bother you.”

“If he won’t let me do what I am meant to do, then what use am I to you two?” You placed your things down in your bag then moved to sit next to Jaskier. 

“You keep me company.” Jaskier answered, smiling a little hesitantly. He wasn’t sure if that was the answer you wanted. 

You sighed, rubbing your palms together. 

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It was dark and cold. You opened your eyes, finding yourself laying on your back. You brought your hand up to rub your face. You furrowed your brows together upon feeling something wet and sticky and warm on your face. You pulled your hand away from your face to look at your hand. 

Your stomach jumped to your throat at the sight of crimson blood on your skin. Concern filled eyes looked down to check over yourself. Were you injured?

As your eyes looked down to your boots, you saw Geralt laying just a few feet away from you. He was on his back with his sword resting on the dirt  by his right hand. 

“Geralt!” You called out his name as you scrambled to get to him. The gray tunic he wore had a massive blood stain on the front over his abdomen. Your hands hovered just over the wound as you assessed it. It was deep and cut through vital organs. There was no way he could survive this. 

“Geralt!” You cried his name, tears blurring your vision as you leaned your head down to check for a pulse. With him, you couldn’t feel his pulse on his neck like you could a normal person. His heart beat too slow and shallow. 

You could hear nothing over your own heavy breathing. 

You sat back, lifting your head from his chest. Blood trailed from the corner of his lips. His eyes were closed. 

“You killed him.” Jaskier’s voice caught your attention. You lifted your head to see him standing by Geralt’s feet. 

“Jask-,” You started to stand up but Jaskier stepped away from you, his eyes full of horror as he shook his head. His blue gaze flickered down. 

You followed his line of sight to find that you were holding a dagger in your hand. The blade was covered in blood, droplets dripping from the tip of the weapon. 

“You killed the White Wolf.”

Your hand trembled as you shook your head, releasing the dagger. 

“No! No! I-I didn’t-I didn’t-I’m supposed to save him!” You started to bring your hand up to cover your mouth but then you remembered blood tainted your fingers. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as you gazed down at your hand, fingers trembling. 

Geralt suddenly stood in front of you, golden eyes wide and fierce.

“You killed me.” He sputtered out, blood falling from his lips.

A hand on your shoulder made you jump awake. Panic ridden eyes found Geralt kneeling beside you. You sat up quickly, your hand reaching out for his arm. 

“Are-Are you-Are you-,”

“Take a breath, Y/N.” He cut you off. “Your heart is racing. Are you okay?”

You shook your head, unable to find your voice. Your mouth was dry and your throat itched. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes but you desperately bit them back.

Geralt was quiet, giving you time to calm down. Your hand on his arm tightened, fingers holding his bicep tightly. His brows were drawn together as he watched you. He could smell the fear rolling off of you in waves. Guilt tainted the fear. What did you do?

“It-It was so…. so real.” 

“You had a dream.” 

It wasn’t a question but you nodded your head. 

Your hand released his arm and you went to rub your face but stopped at the last minute. The blood was so real. How could your mind make something like that up? 

Geralt took note of the way you stared at your hands like you were waiting for something to happen to them. 

“What happened?” His deep, raspy voice was soft. 

You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. 

“ I-I don’t…. I can’t….” You weren’t able to bring yourself to tell him. How could you tell him that you had a dream where you murdered him? What would he think? He already didn’t trust you. This would just give him more reason to not trust you. 

“You’re shaking.” He placed his hand over yours. 

Your frantic heart began to beat a little differently, maybe even skipping a beat. Your eyes focused on your lap, unable to look into his vibrant eyes. 

“I-I killed you.” You whispered. When you blinked, a couple tears fell from your eyes. “I killed you. There-There was blood everywhere.”

You expected him to pull his hand out of yours. 

But he didn’t. His thumb brushed over where your thumb met your hand. 

“What happened?”

“I don’t-I don’t know. Geralt, I would never- I couldn’t bring myself to-I wouldn’t ever think of-,”

“I know you wouldn’t.” He cut you off. His voice was gentle. You very rarely had the opportunity to hear him sound so kind. “When we sleep, our minds often make us see things or do things that we would never do.”

“I’m so sorry.” You sniffled. 

“Don’t apologize.”

Your eyes flickered down to see his wound on his thigh. 

“How do you feel?” You wiped your cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt. 

“Tired, but I will be fine.” He took a soft deep breath. “Thank you.”

In all the time that you’d known him, you never heard him say those words. They were hard to get from the witcher. His actions spoke louder than his words but right now, you couldn’t be more happy. 

“It’s my job.” You murmured. 

“I trust you.” He held your gaze, stealing your breath right from your lungs. “But the thought of…. of not being my best…. it makes me worry. Anything that you have me take messes with me. I can feel it. It throws me off. I’m not my best.”

“Sometimes you have to look after yourself before you look after anyone else.” You told him. 

He nodded his head softly, his gaze falling to where your hands met. 

“Without you…. Without Jaskier, I have nothing.”

Your heart raced in your chest and butterflies erupted in your stomach. A little smile tugged at your lips.

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oh!!! in case anyone was wondering, i did finish that AU that was half-formed as i was falling asleep last night. i dont think anything ever came of it haha-- its basically just misao. not so much in the "little girl gets sexually assaulted and brutally murdered at school" sense, but more like an overarcing "some people enter a haunted building and are locked inside, forced to learn its violent secrets" sort of thing. the ghost-- the "misao"-- in this equation is geralt. he's been missing for a long time, and when they find the house and physically see him as an apparition, that's confirmation on what's become of him.

he's twisted, and violent, and his features look... wrong. innocent people who'd wandered into the house long before any of geralt's friends found it, all lay dead beneath the floorboards. but it is, despite everything, very clearly him.

jaskier is the one who agrees to stay with him(the "aki", if you know the true ending of misao), to abate his loneliness. despite everyone's pleas, he steps forward into geralt's arms, and then the two of them vanish.

it's a bright, sunny day outside. birds chirp. the front door hangs open on its hinges... and jaskier and geralt are gone. their remaining friends take a moment to huddle together and mourn...

and then, miraculously, a few moments later, out of nothing falls geralt and jaskier.

now, what they'd learned along the way, somehow or another, is that the reason geralt is such a strong and dangerous apparition despite not actually being dead that long is because he didnt die normally. he was trying to reason with a mage, it had come to blows, and in his dying moments the mage had been angry. vengeful. "if im to die here, you'll be trapped here too. alone." sort of thing. those feelings, a giant explosion of magic, and the next thing geralt knows he's trapped. not just within the four walls of the building, but he fades in an out, in a sort of... pocket dimension. time passes differently in there, he's been trapped for longer than a few months, or a handful of years, and it's broken him on top of amplifying whatever power he'd have as a specter.

but the two key factors are that he was never actually dead-dead despite what everyone thought, and when jaskier agreed to stay he was no longer actually alone, breaking one of the stipulations of the mage's dying curse.

its obvious, though, despite the brief amount of real time passed, neither is alright. even jaskier shrinks back from the light, clings to geralt wordlessly. it's been far longer for them. (let's say a year for simplicity's sake, but you can make up whatever amount of time works to you.)

that's basically the conclusion, then the epilogue is them healing. jaskier gets better, mostly, but geralt's problems are life-long. it takes a LOT of help, and healing, and magic, to get him anywhere near functioning, and he can't return to the Path. he has a panic attack if he's alone in a room for too long, and he and jaskier are codependant, completely attached at the hip.

to my mind they probably take up residence in oxenfurt. jaskier is offered a position teaching, and even though it's a LOT of people(which is hard for geralt to handle) it's safer than life on the road, and they never have to be apart for any particular reason. geralt sits in with him for his lectures, finds himself comforted by jaskier's voice. no more excitement, or contracts, or daring adventures, but they manage to carve out a life for themselves that's happy enough, make peace with the more painful parts of their past.

im not sure how to make a story of it, or even if i'd want to make a story of it, but it was fun to think about. and you can definitely feel my aversion to major character death, lmao, it'd honestly be simpler to just have them both die, but i do think there's something appealing(for lack of a better word) about there being something so terrible that even the famous white wolf cant come back from it. the isolation was too much, and no matter how much he heals, geralt cant be who he was, but he can become someone who's happy where he is.

of course, there is the supernatural problem-- if you make "passage of time in the void" a direct 1-to-1 to some regular unit of time, then geralt very quickly becomes trapped and tortured with solitude for an unreasonable and frankly goofy amount of time(see dean winchester getting tortured for decades. its not a comprehensible amount of time. that's not a thing a person can endure.) you can either lean into that, and give it the feel of A Ghost Story(numbers arent as important as a proper atmosphere in this case), or you leave the numbers intentionally vague so it doesnt get goofy.

now, you could make an argument for any match-up you like-- instead of jaskier choosing to walk beside him and follow him as he always has, it's yennefer in a clever play on "you've condemned yourself to me". now she's condemning herself to him. or perhaps eskel, two drops of water, it's always been the two of them, and now it will always be just the two of them. lambert, who knows loss and loneliness and agony and decides he cant leave geralt to that fate, even if its reckless to jump into the abyss with him. regis, who's lived a long life and decides the best way to end it is in comforting an old friend. any manner of ship(or gen) works perfectly well-- i choose jaskier because i'm a one trick pony, but i'd honestly read any of these other matches, it all depends on what an author wants to write. and if anyone for some reason feels inspired by my spiel, feel free to write it, as long as you send me a link to the finished product! (and perhaps credit me for inspo? thats not required tho it'd just be nice.)

#i cant imagine why anyone would be. but if you are i admire your ability to turn straw into gold! lol #witcher tag #ogc tag #anyway this is the thought that was plaguing me. #i imagine ghost!geralt does a lot of flickering in & out of existance repeating the words /lonely lonely so lonely/ in a dull lifeless voice #drags people to their death maybe a little out of rage but mostly out of a desire to make someone stay #then gets even more distraught when they ''leave'' (read: die) #not fully aware of what he's doing or how he's hurting people. #of course once he's healed enough to comprehend what's happened and what he's done he really carries that weight with him.

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Kill the Bard

Listen. This is my favorite trope/group dynamic. I can’t say it’s my best work, but damn I’m all about this.

Pairing: Geralt x reader

warnings: i dont think theres any but plz let me know if there are

Summary: Jaskier writes a song about how hard you pine for Geralt thinking it would be a good laugh and it doesn't go over well.

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After a long day of travel, all you wanted was some kind of hot meal and the biggest beer you could get your hands on. 

Jaskier had been talking your ear off all day while Geralt rode up ahead, leaving you to suffer alone. You loved the rambling little bard but it could be exhausting giving him a satisfactory answer or response all the time. 

When you finally got to sit in the corner with Geralt and drink in silence it was a relief. 

Not that your peace lasted long. 

About a half-hour into Jaskier’s usual sets your ears picked up a new melody. You set your drink down and turned to pay better attention. Regardless of how annoying he could be, he was one of your best friends after all. 

The song had a rather chipper tune for a subject so sad. Something about yearning and confessions of love that go untold for stupid little reasons….

That little bitch! That was a gin secret! 

You froze in place, praying Geralt couldn’t see the bright red flush in your cheeks. You stared daggers at Jaskier who, ever so conveniently, sauntered over to the other side of the room as he continued singing your secrets to the crowd. There was part of you that thought Geralt might not notice. The song was vague enough, and far more direct references had flown over his head in the past. 

Then Jaskier strummed a final flare of his lute and turned directly to you, looking you dead in the eye with a shit-eating grin and sealing your fate with his last stanza.

I do not stare mooney eyed and sigh when he isn’t paying attention. I certainly don’t get flustered when he beheads a monster. Oh, I’m going to wring the boy’s neck.

You mouthed a foul threat to Jaskier and gestured rudely as you got up and nearly fled the tavern.

You didn’t notice the tears on your cheeks until you reached the stables, not sure if they were from mortification or anger. It felt like someone had ever so gently sucker-punched you and you were mentally scrambling to come up with any thought other than unrelenting fury. 

You tried soothing yourself by brushing your horse, feeling rather like a stupid teenager again, crying to her gelding about the village heart breaker. There was very little room to come back from your reaction to his words with any kind of dignity so you stayed with the horses. 

The door to the tavern slammed shut some time later, giving you time to attempt to get yourself together.

“I hope you got plenty of tips tonight. You’re going to have to make it up to Y/N somehow and I doubt it will be cheap.” Geralt sounded disappointed as he trudged toward your little hideaway. 

Jaskier called after him, “I was trying to do her a favor! I thought it would get a good laugh!” His justifications were weak and you agreed with Geralt. 

His penance will be very expensive, if not painful.

You wiped the tears from your face, hoping there was no evidence left of your embarrassment. 

Geralt knocked on the open stall door, leaning against the side, “When you get your revenge, try not to kill him. As much as he deserves it, he did have… helpful intentions.”

A reluctant smile forced it’s way to your lips, “I won’t kill him intentionally. That’s the best I can do.”

He returns your smile, “A fair deal.”

A deadly silence fell. You were sure he could hear your heart racing, but after Jaskier’s stunt that was to be expected. There was nowhere to run, no more lies to tell, and Geralt was just watching you. 

You took a deep breath and steeled your nerves, turning to face your horse as you brushed him so you didn’t have to see Geralt’s face as you spoke, “You don’t have to do this. Honestly. You can just go back inside and we can pretend nothing happened.”

You heard him shove off the wall and take a step toward you, “Y/N, I-”

“Please don’t.” You cut him off. The way he said your name told you everything you needed to know. Gripping the brush to the point of pain to keep your voice steady, you continued,  “I know you have this honesty thing but I can’t- I- just let me wallow in self-pity and we can go back to normal in the morning. If I hear you actually say it I might break.” your voice trailed off in a shaky whisper.

There was a brief pause where you thought he would spare your already fragile heart, you were wrong. 

“Lust can be-”

“You fucking bastard.” You spun on him, giving up any ounce of pride you had left, “You’ve made your point, twisted the knife, just leave.” 

He stood motionless, a bewildered expression on his face, “What do you mean?”

Your whole body just wanted to collapse, go limp on the ground and sob until you disintegrated into nothing. 

“I’m head over heels in love with you. And you come in here and continue to grind your heel into my heart when I gave you a graceful exit?! What gives you the right to be so cruel? Hm? Get out!”

When he didn’t move you threw the brush at his chest and stomped past him. 

I’m going to thrash the bard. 

“Y/N! Wait!” You heard him shout and struggle with the stall door as he followed after you but you broke into a run. You knew it was hopeless to outpace him, but you’d at least hoped to reach the tavern before he caught up. You had no such luck.

His hand gripped your wrist and pulled you to a stop facing him. He said nothing, just stared at you like you’d woken him from a dream. 

You yanked your hand away, “Spit it out Geralt. You clearly have something to say and you seem to need me as a witness. So say it.” the anger you felt was making your hands tremble. 

“No one’s loved me.” He whispered, his eyes not leaving yours, “I don’t know what to say.”

You only had time for a brief moment of confusion before one of his hands was behind your neck and the other was on your waist, pulling you to him for an urgent kiss. 

Your mind completely shut off as you leaned in, melding your body to his. Sensations registered in bursts, the lingering taste of ale on his lips, how his finger wound through your hair, how his other hand gripped your waist with a force that would surely bruise your skin. None of it came together to mean anything until he pulled away. 

Wow….

You stared up at him, too dumbstruck to form a sentence, let alone command your fingers to release their grip on his shirt. 

 “I was trying to say lust wouldn’t be enough for me.” His voice was soft and low, “I’d never be able to just have meaningless sex with you. You’re too important to me.”

He leaned in to kiss you again but you held a finger to his lips, “Then why the hell did you let me yell at you for so long?”

He smiled and leaned his forehead against yours, “You are very hard to argue with.” his words were muffled against your hand.

You broke into giggles, wrapping your arms around his neck, “And don’t you forget it.”

When you kissed again it was slow and deep, sending an electric buzz through your whole body. 

Maybe I should buy Jask a new lute?

#Geralt of rivia #geralt one shot #geralt fluff #geralt x reader fic #geralt x reader one shot #geralt x reader fan fic #geralt x reader fluff #the witcher fan fic #the witcher one shot #the witcher #the witcher netflix #jaskier #geralt fic

[oh-for-fic-sake]

It All Worked Out In The End

When the parents are away the kids will play... or fight one of the two.

I am genuinely have a too much fun with these imagines.

Masterlist

Warninngs: Swearing ,Mentions of fighting ,Hinting at Drugging and Rape (nothing explicit)

Jaskier stood befor you in your rented room dunking the bloodied rag into a jug of cool water before wringing it out then lightly dabbing your eye brow and angry claw marks on your face. Ciri stood off to the side apprehensive watching the bard tend to the wound.

"Got her good tho didnt i?" He smirked at that trying so hard to be disappointed in you but he really couldnt. 

"Yes I even won a bit of coin, lets just hope the other two dont come back until this has gone down we can explain the black eye and cut but not the scratches."

"Yeah ... I still have all my teeth tho!" Cheerful in your victory utterly pleased with yourself Ciri shook her head at this then spoke up in disbelief.

"Where did that even come from?" You grinned wincing again as it hurt the bruises that were forming on your cheek and jaw.

"Well my sweet Cirilla a few years of pent up anger can do wonders for your right hook or in my case bitch slap" She snorted relaxing as she saw that you were to all intents and purposes unharmed. She wandered over to the bags on the chair by the bed.

"Wait Jask did you say coin? You put coin down?" Jaskier shrugged in response to your question dipping the rag in to the water again.

"Hey they started taking bets at the bar, I wasnt gonna join in but then looked at you , there was no way you werent gonna put her down ,your face looked a lot like Geralts growley face"  He swiped over your face one last time there was a pregnant pause.

"So you gonna split the coin?"

"Nope" He said popping the p dropping the now pink cloth with a wet slap on the table. Your younger sister from another mister walked back over to you with a small vial. Poppy milk or better known to you as morphine.

"Yennefer left us some poppy milk for emergencies, you should take some now before you really start feeling it.How are we going to keep this from them?" Waving a hand motioning to your damaged face as Jaskier prepaird the medicine. If you were honest you didnt think that far ahead at the time you just needed to ko that Bitch -which you did thank you very much- but you knew what Ciri was getting at Geralt and Yennefer were a couple of mother hens... allbeit slightly more intimidating... and dangerous... and volatile. 

"Not sure we can" You replied nodding greatfully at Jaskier who offered cup of water that held a dose of the pain killer. Knocking it back before pulling faces at the bitter taste.

"Oh god! Ugh no" you shook your head befor quickly eating a cube of cheese from the small platter in front of you. The singer shrugged ignoring your outbust looking between the both of you.

"All i do know is that your going to be in trouble when they do find out" He said in a sing song voice you slumped back in the chair grunting.

"Oh yer how'd you figure its just me in shit Jask" Sputtering he glared at you

"Maybe because your the one who decided to turn savage and attack a whore! You even bit her bit" You tapped a pointing finger on the table

"Ok fisrt things first she hit me first got a strict rule never throw the fisrt punch but allways throw the last and second yeah fair enough i bit her but she was fighting dirty. And you could have pulled me off her, you also placed a bet on me which was encouraging it.If im going down your coming with me." He gaped at you in disbelief.

"What about her she didn't intervene either?" 

"She also didn't bet on me."

"I don't think Geralt himself could have dragged y/n off her" Ciri quipped from the side lines you nodded at her continuing.

"Not only that im pretty sure they left you in charge bard so really when you think about it its all your fault" He pailed as you and Ciri high fived.

"I need to lie down" Wobbling to the bed flopping on it face first.You and Ciri shared a look after a few beats of silence befor being asked the enevitable question 

"So how did it start anyway?" 

"Thats what id like to know" Came from the bed as Jaskier sat up.

"Not really sure she was just running her mouth i geuss" You lied patting her head befor freighning tirednes making your way to the other bed deciding that she never has to know the real reason to you cat fighting with a whore. A few days later after the scratches and swelling had faded the others returned they hastily made their way up to the room. Geralt started speaking as he stormed through the door.

"Can some one explain to me why iv just had to pay for a whores loss of earnings And medical costs?" You balked

"Loss of earnings I knocked out her teeth surely shes making double on blowies" Jaskier snorted into his mug

"What the fuck happened?" Geralt growled out not finding your comment amusing in the slightest as he saw the clawed bruised cheek, blackened eye and cut on your brow he quickly gave Ciri and Jaskier the once over fearing youd all been attacked, relife flooded him when he saw they were ok . Yennefer gasped striding past the seething witcher stopping in front of you placing a soothing hand on you uninjured cheek.

"Who did this?" She whispered you beamed at her nuzzling into her palm.

"Dont worry I dealt with it. Besides I got off lightly you should see my opponent" Ciri nodded in agreement befor breifly explaining.

"Y/n had a fight with a whore, beat her into the ground actually then knocked her out with a single back hander. Was quite immpressive to watch"

"Made a satisfying sound to" Jaskier added Geralt looked between the three of you.

"So Y/n had a cat fight with a whore?" You all nodded

"And did enough damage to not only knock out teeth but keep her out of work for a few days?" The three of you shared a look and nodded the hunter sighed a deep breath crossing him arms.

"Do i want to know what started it?" 

"Probably not" was you offered choosing once again to keep the fact it was for Ciri's sake to yourself, trying to trick you in to selling yourself for a night was one thing but planning to drug and sell Ciri was a completely different ball game. She was family.No one was getting away with that not on your watch its lucky you caught on to the hushed conversation. You dont want to think about what could have happend if you hadnt been paying attention. Geralt threw his hand up looking towards Yennefer when it was clear none of you were going to elaborate any more then that. Aproaching he droped his swords and bag taking Yenns place tilting your face to inspect your wounds.

"Well they didnt do much damage or manage to fracture anything ,even your nose which is good." He leaned in kissing your forhead chasetly. As yenn preceeded to pull you over to where her bag was on the bed with a healing balm in hand stippling it over the cut on your face.

"Fighting a whore honestly, can't leave you alone for a few days with out you getting into trouble. I hope you know your in trouble missy" She muttered as she flitted threw her bag then began fussing over your split knuckles applying a different ointment.

"And the money we had to give her for this whole incident is comming out of your allowance starting today" Geralt grunted from the table Jaskier and Ciri watched in peels of laughter as you tried squirming away from the sorceress pleading with the unimpressed white haired male you continued protesting at Geralt's decision until he pinned you with a stern look that shut you up. Yeah he wasnt a happy camper.

"And your grounded from singing bard" Jaskier stopped laughing 

"What?"

"you were told to take care of them and it doesnt take an idiot to guess why this is considerably heavier you dont make this much from singing alone" he growled out lifting up jaskiers bulging coin pouch .All in all the couple took it better than any of you thought they would, you were relieved they didnt push the issue as if they knew what had kicked it off they probaly would have burnt that whore house to the ground, whores and all... Jaskier did share his winnings tho so it all worked out in the end,Jaskier made a weeks worth of coin in a night, you saved Ciri ,let out some pent up aggression and Geralt didnt have kill anyone.

#witcher fic #witcher fanfiction #witcher imagine #geralt x yennefer x you #geralt of rivia #geralt x modern reader #geralt x y/n #jaskier x reader platonic #ciri x reader platonic #yennefer x reader #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

I've seen some theories that Jaskier is going to die in season two of the Witcher, and as much as I hate the very thought because I adore him and he's my favorite, that's probably whats going to happen. It makes sense, unfortunately. And they can make it VERY angsty if they go about it a certain way. I will be devastated if Jaskier dies no matter what, but if he has to die, it better be on screen, emotional as fuck, and Geralt must be present to witness it. I really don't like character deaths, but if they have to happen, they better be done in such a way to ensure maximum impact on both characters and the audience.

So I want Jaskier and Geralt to be briefly reunited. I see a rescue situation most likely, but the reason for the reunion isn't the most important factor imo. Point is, they are reunited, the situation should be tense and high stakes, they are not safe. Possible fighting and fleeing. A breathless urgent conversation as they evade the enemy. The mountain should be brought up. I dont care by who, but Jaskier would probably be the one to do it. Discusion of feelings either begin to happen, look like they might happen, or do happen. And while some version of acceptance and forgiveness given would be the most ideal, I can not deny that an intense fight scene cropping up here and preventing that conversation from ever finishing would be heart breaking. They would be out numbered, and Geralt is a great fighter, but Jaskier gets hit and goes down. Geralt finishes off the opponents quickly and brutally after that. And here is the part where any avenue taken would be devastating. Too late? Soul crushing. Last words? So painful. Last words are of forgiveness and friendship? End me now. There is so much potential here and I hate every bit of it.

But I don’t know for sure that he will die in season two, and I very much hope he doesn't. But I can't deny its a possible route for them to take. Especially if he dies in the books too, which I have no idea if he does. But I do NOT want to know either way what his fate is in the books. Dont tell me if Jaskier/Dandelion lives, dont tell me if he dies. I want to find out for myself.

#the witcher netflix #netflix witcher #the witcher #Jaskier #geralt of rivera #season 2 #character death mention #character death #i hate that i now want to turn my head canon on it into a fic #because i do not like death fics #dont read them or write them #so this new desire to write a death fic for my favorite character is out of the blue #head canon #dark #speculation #dandelion

[gayregis]

I thrive reading all ur posts about how terrible Geraskier is I love those so much. I will say I adore TWN as a show mostly because I’m black and I don’t get to see any black characters in fantasy ever so I love being able to see characters like Fringilla. With the S2 leaks I’m very ready to see her in a ball gown. But yeah Geraskier fucking sucks and is the reason I’m not in the fandom and just read ur blog.

im glad you like the spite! im tryinggg to be more positive but it’s difficult when it comes to twn.

though yeah, i would have to agree the only redeeming feature of twn is the talent that the actors of color brought to the table (ive joked before about joey being the only redeeming feature but. um. yeah, no).

i AM upset that they took all the nuance out of fringilla’s character, because i would have loved to see black characters that have depth and significant rather than being the evil enemies of the protagonists, or forgettable side characters like what they did to eithne and their invention of dara.

but. even though that is the case. i like mimi ndiweni’s talent and i wanted more of her. anya was also an actress that stood out for me in terms of how good her acting is, but the poor writing for yennefer’s character stands out even more since she’s a main character unlike fringilla.

i hope we see more of fringilla in the second season, and i hope she gets nuance to her character. even if she’s not the fringilla from the books, i hope she can get better depth and more explanation of her character beyond just wanting revenge for yennefer stealing her spot with aedirn. i think ndiweni can really handle a complicated role, and fringilla could be that, if they’d just let her stay on screen for a while and deliver some lines. things like the oyster scene from baptism of fire.

i liked the ballgown pic you referenced too, though i am NOT sure what the hell they are doing with francesca being pregnant??? for context the actress who plays her is not pregnant irl, they just made this creative choice? but maybe she can have some scenes with the other sorceresses, which would develop her character. idk how they would ever pull the lodge together in the next next season because if nilfgaard are fanatics in this, and fringilla “serves the white flame” (said in a creepy and mysterious tone of voice!) then why and how would she join the (very international) lodge? also i dont think they casted for assire yet but i would hope that her friendship with assire will get represented at some point down the line.

anywayys. on the same topic of sorceresses, i hope philippa sincerely gets nuanced writing and isn’t just either a good or a bad person. they’ll probably give her a bunch of cheesy lines and stuff but hopefully they won’t change her character radically and she will still be the scheming sorceress we know... i’m just worried that they would like, make her either a goodie two-shoes or a horrifically violent killer.

also also on the topic of the sorceresses and sorcerers — well, i don’t care about sabrina, so i’ll skip her — but what is going on with vilgefortz? is he even going to be evil in this or what? making yennefer the hero of sodden certainly changes the political context, and he didn’t demonstrate much skill when he fought “cahir” — eamon’s cahir is so far away from being cahir i cannot even say it with seriousness — but i’m really wondering, if vilgefortz doesn’t shape up and reveal himself as a major villain, then who will? i hope they don’t try to combine vilgefortz’s and philippa’s characters together, because i believe that they’re intended to be paralleled contrasts to one another — philippa has brains, whereas... well.

i’m apprehensive for the next season and i wasn’t even going to watch it but then:

a grain of truth will be in this and i have to see how they’re going to mess it up so i can cry online about it

ciri and yennefer on horseback photoshoot (although there was that leak of dialogue that has yennefer “betraying” ciri and geralt???)

i’m wondering what’s going to happen to triss and fringilla’s characters (neither of them got respect in the first season so i want to see if their characters will be developed at all in this one, plus anna and mimi are joys to watch on screen. also, im a lesbian, and theyre pretty).

i want to know what the hell is going to go on with francesca being pregnant and i’m afraid of how they’re going to treat the scoiatael. i heard henry cavill fell out of a tree while hurling axes ????? what is going ON with the writing

i don’t care about geralt and jaskier in this because their characters have been shot to hell and it’s painful, but i’m just confused on how they’re going to portray them as friends if they ended with geralt flipping jaskier off last season? it’s ridiculous

i saw the casting for philippa and i am interested and want to see her character, if they fuck it up i’ll be mad, but i feel like i have to know

#ask #anon #the witcher netflix