#jaskier ff

[redskull199987]

Of Thoughts and Actions

Jaskier x fem!reader  word count:0.9k Warnings:spoilers for season 3, apart from that just fluff Summary: You didn't see your friend Jaskier for a long time, since he split up from your group after the events at Kaer Morhen. So, when Geralt suggested that you ask the bard for help, you were more than happy to see your singing friend again… Masterlist

You watched the scene in front of you unfold with a smile on your face. Jaskier´s sweet voice was slowly lulling Ciri to sleep, after you had spent the evening playing cards against each other. Jaskier, of course, had lost all of his money to the young girl. Finally seeing her smiling again, having fun again, after all she's been through lately, made you feel like it was still worth fighting for. For Ciri, and her future. “What are you thinking about?”

Your head shot up, as Jaskier suddenly stood in front of you, his slender frame towering above you. “Just thinking about our journey so far”, You mumbled, as you slowly stood up, starting to gather the plates at cups from the small table you had been playing cards at, until a few minutes ago. “Anything in particular?”, Jaskier smiled, as he helped you clean up, picking up a plate. “Oh, maybe the one time, Geralt and I saved your ass?”, you chuckled, playfully hitting his arm. Jaskier mockingly opened his mouth, acting like he was utterly shocked by your words.

“Fine then”, he mumbled, stepping closer to me,”Remember when I taught you how to dance, that one particular evening where you had too much ale?”

You felt your cheeks redden, as you remembered how much of a fool you had made yourself. even Geralt had laughed at your sloppy dance moves, and Geralt never laughed, ever.

Jaskier had seemed to notice your discomfort and slowly stepped closer. He looked down at you for a second, before carefully grabbing your hands. “You know, I always thought you were the most beautiful Dancer, I had ever seen in my life.”, he smiled, causing you to blush even more. Since when were you so easily flushed? You were a great fighter, that had been through many battles along with your companions. But  now you were a blushing mess in front of the smiling bard. When you didn't say anything in return, Jaskier just continued to recount the story:”Not because you were the best at dancing or the most experienced, but because you enjoyed yourself. You were having fun to no end, just being yourself. That's what I´ve always loved about you, Y/N.” You were speechless at this point. You always knew that what you felt for Jaskier was different than what you felt for Yennefer or Geralt. It was more than friendship. But you never believed that he was feeling the same way, in fact you still didn't believe it. 

Against all your better judgement, you slowly pulled your hands away from Jaskier and excused yourself, saying that you needed some fresh air. And within seconds, you had left the small hut, stepping out into the night. 

Taking in a deep breath, you looked up admiring the stars that glistened in the sky. Upon seeing your breath come out in small huffs, you realised how cold it was. You slowly started walking around a bit to conjure some warmth, but it had no effort. After two laps around the hutt, you were still shivering. You debated going back inside for a second, but you didn't quite know if you were ready to talk to Jaskier again. 

The decision was made for you, as you felt how Jaskier´s coat was being wrapped around you. The purple material easily engulfed your form, preventing you from shivering. You turned your head to see said bard standing behind you, one of his hands was resting on the small of your back, as he wrapped the coat further around your form. “Thank you.”, you mumbled, looking back down. “You seemed cold”, he smiled, now stepping in front of you. His hands came up to adjust the collar around you. You felt his touch linger, as his bright eyes shifted towards your face. “Y/N”, he suddenly said. His hand rose to gently caress your cheek. Slowly leaning into his touch, you listened to his shallow breathing to calm yourself down.

“Jaskier.”, you finally said, looking up at him. He only sighed, seemingly not really knowing what to say:”I-I havent been honest with you,Y/N” “About what?”, you uttered quietly. He didn't say anything for a second, just staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“I really want to kiss you.”, he suddenly blurted out. You only smiled at him:”then do it.”

It only took Jaskier mere seconds to press his lips to yours. You felt his hands pulling you closer by the waist, as he deepened the kiss, his lips softly working against yours. Only as you parted, you actually realised what had just happened. Yours eyes widened, as you looked at his dreamy face. “I've wanted to do that for ages”, he admitted. A smile crossed your lips at his words:”I´m glad that you finally did.” “Oh I could kiss you again a thousand times, my love”, he chuckled, slightly squeezing your waist. “I wouldn't have a problem with that”, you whispered, before connecting your lips with his once more. Bonus: Ciri´s eyes slowly fluttered open, as the soft sunlight hit her face. Upon sitting up in her bed, she started to look around the room in search for her two friends. She expected them to be in their separate beds, still sleeping but Ciri couldn't help but to smile at what she saw in front of her. Right there, just a few metres away from her, you and Jaskier were huddled up together in the tiny bed. She could barely see your smaller form, as Jaskier was laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest. “I knew it”, she mumbled to herself, before slowly getting up to get ready for the day.

#the witcher #witcher #the witcher edit #the witcher edits #the witcher ff #the witcher fanfic #the witcher os #the witcher oneshot #the witcher jaskier #jaskier #jaskier x reader #jaskier x fem!reader #jaskier os #jaskier ff #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra #yennefer of vengerberg #fanfiction #oneshot #the witcher season 3

[lassieposting]

anyway jaskier is like. basically the human equivalent of those wild animals someone feeds who've lost all fear of people and now just break into houses to eat out of the trash and chill in the pool

he's been travelling with a witcher since he was 18. he has zero fear of any of them. he associates witchers with Having Things Done For Him and Being Provided For and Give Love. he has no reservations whatsoever about going up to any random witcher he happens to pass when geralt isn't around and asking them to help him with something or do something for him or just. trailing after them for a while because he knows if he whines perfectly on pitch they'll hunt his dinner and store his shit in their horse's saddlebags and keep him safe on the road, even if they're grumpy about it. at kaer morhen he is like the stray cat geralt fed one time and now everyone is just like "well he lives here now i guess". it just Does Not Occur to him that he might ever be in danger with a witcher around. this is a man who finds things lying around in the kaer morhen lab and just fucking. eats them

anyway. those "please do not feed the animals it teaches them to approach people" signs but. for jaskier and the oxenfurt students who start trying to imitate him and adopt a witcher

#the witcher #jaskier #netflix witcher #it's a toss-up between witchers who are like 'ffs geralt this is why we don't encourage human attachments' #and the ones who are like 'it's free bard' #geraskier #witchersexual jaskier

[bald-queen-geralt]

okay so I'm all for Jaskier being the Bi/Pan Legend he is.. BUT WHY FOR HEAVENS SAKE RADOVID???

WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THE SLIMEY RAT THAT WILL BRING NOTHING BUT DEATH AND EVEN MORE RACISM TO THE COUNTRIES😭😭😭😭

why not a cute unknown noble? why not a literally anybody else??😭😭😭

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #jaskier #radovid #the witcher jaskier #whyyyy #wtf #why him #I hate this so much #radovid is literally the worst #HATE #THIS #amongst other things #the show is better than last season #but not good ffs

[jaskiersbrokenlute]

Heyyy! I don’t know how many of you remember me or this fic, wherein Geralt is cursed to hear Jaskier’s thoughts, Jaskier is Au-dhd and Geralt starts to learn about how Jaskier’s brain works, and also a little about himself along the way.  But if you do remember this fic, you probably also know that I started it in  2021 which was 2 years ago! But, alas, I am back and actually updating it! There have been 3 new chapters since my hiatus and this fic is so close to my heart, getting to discuss autism and adhd in writing in how it looks on different people has been such an amazing experience, made unbelievably better by the number of people saying they relate to Jaskier, or that this fic has helped them realize things about themselves, or be more patient with themselves. It's genuinely an honour to write this fic and hear from you guys, so basically I’m saying that It’s back, and it would mean the world to me if anyone who may have read it before could pick it back up or if you haven’t read it, maybe give it a shot?

I swear I’m finishing it this time!

#oh no lute is writing #fanfiction #inside out #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #geralt of rivia #jaskier the bard #geralt x dandelion #autism #adhd #audhd #autistic jaskier #fanfic #ff author #please read #ao3 link

[phoenix-burns-wildly]

I'm sorry, but I was just doing some research for a Witcher fic and I looked up the origin for 'Alfred' and...

Alfred is a masculine given name of English origin, a modern descendant of the Anglo-Saxon name Ælfræd, formed from the Germanic words ælf, meaning "elf", and ræd, meaning "counsel".

Are you kidding me?? How is anyone gonna believe this motherfucker is human, he literally has elf in his name

Anyways thank you very much for reading, time to get back to work

#jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #ffs this man

[julianalfredpankratzsuggestion]

made a pen out of a feather now yen is using it to tickle geralt in bed. my memoirs will never be finished at this rate. god. brb going to find another goose

#ffs #jaskier

[narniaandplowmen]

undone again

Fandom: The Witcher  Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier  Also on AO3 10059 words.

Mature / Graphic Depictions Of Violence Chapter 4/4 (2406 words)

chapter one - chapter two - chapter three - chapter four

carry you home

Geralt paced through the Keep. The Path pulled him, called to him, strongly, loudly, but he knew he could not obey it, not this year. This year, and for Melitele-knew-how-many-years after, there were more important things to be done. Or, at least, so he told himself. Repeatedly. His hand twitched as he turned away from the Keep’s exit, back into the hallway he had just come from. Back and forth, back and forth. It had been a strange winter, a long winter, a cold winter. And, although he had been surrounded by everyone he loved (or, the ones that lived, anyway), it had been a lonely winter. 

It was strange, how quickly one forgot the hurt of loneliness. He had known loneliness for most of his life, until Jaskier waltzed his way into it and made himself comfortable. And Geralt’s annoyance had turned into begrudging companionship, and from there a fondness, and from there – he had never allowed himself to call it love. Witchers did not love, nor did anyone love witchers. And he knew, or, he had thought he had known, full well that Jaskier travelled with him not for his character, but for the stories Geralt’s existence brought with him. It had not been until after the mountain that he, in the endless silence that now suffocated him wherever he went, that Geralt had reflected that there had been a friendship there. And maybe, on foolish days when he allowed himself to dream and hope, he could imagine there had been something more, too. But by then it had been too late, and the loneliness that had once been so familiar had returned, and returned with a vengeance. 

The loneliness had always hurt, of course it had. Even as a Witcher he still remembered being a little boy filled with hopes and dreams and the illusions of family. But now, now that he knew his days could have been filled with colour and song and talk and joy, but now that he knew he had ruined it all, the loneliness felt less like a cold, dark cave and more like an icy stake, driving into his heart and digging itself ever so much deeper with every step he took. It reminded him of the old fairy tale of the fisherman and his wife. Geralt had always wondered how much worse the couple must have felt living in their old shoe again after having lived in a castle. Their house must have been uncomfortable before, but having experienced luxury, how much of a torture must the return to poverty have been?

Finding Jaskier in that godsforsaken town with its Niflgaardian soldiers had seemed to be the answer to everything. Yet Jaskier had been different. Distant. Never really truly there, always one step away from leaving again. If not for Ciri — Geralt, for all his futile daydreams, had once again been reminded of the truth: nobody truly liked a Witcher. Jaskier did not want to travel with him for him, and, no matter his foolish illusions of friendship (or more), he had realistically never travelled with Geralt solely for Geralt’s companionship. Even if there had been potential for any connection beyond convenience, Geralt knew he had well and truly fucked that up, on the mountain. He had had a faint hope that, once in Kaer Morhen, Jaskier would relax, turn back into his exuberant self again. But even there, the bard had avoided him, avoided all of them. So Geralt had stayed quiet, had echoed Jaskier’s distance. He had already fucked up enough, no need to make it worse. And so the loneliness had turned from an icy stake to a sharp knife, cutting away at whatever counted as a Witcher’s soul with every step he took. 

“Where’s Jaskier?” Ciri’s voice cut through the thoughts spiralling in his head. “Have you seen him? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Geralt blinked. “Library?” That was usually where Jaskier holed himself up this time of day. “No, he’s not in there, I looked. He’s not in the kitchen or his room either.” 

Every bone, every muscle, every nerve in his body went stiff. Jaskier, for all his extravagance, was a man of routine. Every day was structured, even if no one else could see the logic in it. “Where else have you looked.” It was a statement more than a question, but Ciri answered anyway.

“I’ve been to the balustrades, and the Hall, and the stables. I was on my way to check the library again when I saw you.”

Geralt nodded, grabbed Ciri’s arm, ran. Library. Surrounding rooms. Upstairs. They divided the spaces between them, opening door after door to reveal silence, empty, no one. Hall. Bedroom. Courtyard. By the time they searched the dungeons, Eskel and Lambert had ceased their packing, joined the search. In a Keep full of Witchers, how long could a single bard hide? 

“He’s not here,” Lambert’s voice sounded like a sudden realisation, deeper than the announcement that the room he had just opened the door to was empty.

“What?” Geralt bit back

“He’s not here. The- The Pass. It’s clear. He must have-”

“Fuck.”

* * * 

How long had he been gone? When had he managed to leave without any of them noticing? The mountains surrounding Kaer Morhen saw little monsters, but there were plenty of bears, wolves, snakes. Especially now, when the weak sun would wake the creatures from their hibernation, causing them to drag their starving bodies out of the caves, crooks, and crannies they had hidden in, ready to jump on the first prey that wandered in front of their paws – and that was not even considering the dangers of the Pass itself. Yes, the Pass was clear now, the snow had melted, but the ground remained unstable, the stones slippery, and the wind could appear suddenly and with a vengeance. They had lost enough time searching the Keep, Jaskier could be— Geralt shook his head, attempting to force away the bloody scenes his mind readily provided. 

"Ciri, watch the Keep. Wake Vesimir. If Jaskier returns, whistle on your fingers like I taught you." 

With those words, the three Witchers were off. Their once so playful running through the hallways was of days long past. It was all brutal efficiency now, long strides, quick grabs of swords, potions, cloaks. 

Upon their leaving, the Keep stood empty, abandoned but for a single fair-haired girl, stood in the courtyard, a look of determination on her face, a look of desperation in her eyes. 

The footsteps in the mud were easy to follow. Maybe less so for a human, but to a Witcher? Geralt breathed a sigh of relief when the prints crossing the Pass were solid, sturdy, walking in a straight line as if the bard hadn't had a care in the world. Just one step after another after another after another, away from the sheltered safety of the Keep he had apparently so desperately wanted to escape that he had not even wanted to wait for a single day to travel down with either of the others. After the Pass, however, the rocky ground was less willing to share its secrets. And once they arrived at the split in the road, not a single footstep, broken branch, or leaf out of place could serve as a hint as to the direction which Jaskier could have chosen.

Lambert went left. Geralt went right. And, in unspoken agreement, Eskel stayed behind, ready to respond to the call of either of them, if necessary. 

The woods surrounding him were filled with sound. Birds waking up, marking their territory. Squirrels running up and down to fetch more food. A woodpecker, happily drilling their way into a tree. Dripping snow melting off of the branches. Every noise surrounded him, penetrated him, overwhelmed him in a manner that they usually would not. But anything preventing him from hearing the reliable, familiar footsteps of his bard (his bard? Never his, he could not allow himself to think so) was too much, too loud, too— the woodpecker stopped, a bird fell silent. In the distance, a quiet hum. Geralt ran. 

Jaskier was safe. He was fine, he was ok, he was—

"You left." 

The bard didn't startle, didn't turn around, didn't show any sign of surprise at the sudden voice behind him.

"Yes," he simply said, and kept walking. 

"Why—" Geralt could curse himself. 'You left. Why.'? That was the only thing he could come up with? That was all he could say? 

Jaskier halted, but still did not turn. "I— have been a burden enough on you and your companions. I don't want to—" a breath, a sigh, "I don't want to overstay my welcome any more than I already have. I apologise for not being able to leave earlier, I apologise for even coming with you to Kaer Morgen. It was beautiful seeing your home, but I shouldn't," Jaskier swallowed, even from behind Geralt could see the bard squeeze his eyes shut. "I shouldn't have infiltrated. I'm sorry. I will pay back the costs of my stay. Thank the others for their hospitality." 

Geralt stood, frozen, as the  man in front of him started walking again, walking away from him, from home, from—

"You're no burden." Now, the bard's turn to freeze. "You haven't overstayed your welcome. You did not infiltrate. You are not—" why did the words he so desperately wanted to say feel like thorny bramble bushes, ripping open everything in their path, refusing to be unearthed from his throat where they stayed, unsounding, unyielding, unheard. Geralt stepped forward, took Jaskier's hand, spun him around to face him, gathered the courage to grab the thorny words tightly and pull them out. "I— I am sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you after the dragon hunt and I'm sorry for making you feel unwanted and I'm sorry for ignoring you and betraying you and— And I'm not good at saying how I feel or what I want but I love you, I love you. Stay. Please." 

Jaskier's eyes widened, narrowed, and Geralt, throat bleeding, prepared for the hurt. Who, after all, could ever love a monster? 

"You— love me?" 

Geralt hummed in affirmation, still holding Jaskier's hand, but looking down rather than into those piercing blue eyes. 

A fist hit his face with surprising strength. A hand followed, grabbing his chin, dragging him forward and—

Jaskier's lips were touching his. Jaskier's lips were touching his, continuing to touch his, staying on his and they were soft, and smooth, and oh so Jaskier. It seemed both seconds and centuries before Jaskier moved back, reopening the distance he had closed. Geralt, however, chased back, captured Jaskier as Jaskier had captured him. Yet rather than gentle softness, Geralt pursued passionately, desperately, pushing both of their bodies off of the path, against a nearby tree, into each other and on each other and never, never close enough. Grabbing hands, cradling heads, pulling hair and breathing, breathing in Jaskier’s smell, touch, taste, feel. Could a monster be loved after all?

They went home, from there. Back up the mountain towards a joyful reunion with his brothers. Back across the Pass towards an anxious Ciri and worried Vesimir clutching Jaskier’s left-behind note. Back into the Keep for a large feast, a tearful goodbye to the two who did rejoin the Path. Back to his bedroom to talk, talk, and with each conversation the words started to feel less like bramble bushes and more like blackberries. They weeded out the years of thorns and splinters, scratched open the scabs and scars, drained the wounds to allow recovery. They were both broken, and bruised, and their hearts guarded by years and years of harm. They took things slow. Throughout the years they fought, made up, hurt the other and themselves and healed the pain with sincere apologies and careful conversations. Grew apart and closer together as they discovered how their differences fit into the other’s similarities. But during it all, during the difficulties and work and the days where they had to choose to love the other, rather than it coming naturally, Geralt found that his bedroom had become their bedroom, his possessions their possessions, his home their home. 

* * * 

Jaskier often thought back to his encounter with Fate. Not that he now thought her to be any less of a bastard – or whichever insult was appropriate, no amount of decent blowjobs, and he had had many, had provided him with an answer. Yet at some moments, he could almost, almost, be grateful to her. She had, after all, given him the daggers that had brought him and Geralt together, the yarrow that had kept him alive, and the ribbon that had made Ciri part of his family. And, he supposed, the mountainside confession – the second one, not the first – had indeed led to the mutual desire she had prophesied. Which is how he was now grasping at the hair of the white-haired Witcher on his knees in front of him, the delightful warmth of Geralt’s mouth around Jaskier’s cock a great contrast to the cold stone of one of the ruins near the Keep pressing against his naked back. So far out in the forest, Jaskier could moan as loudly as he wanted to when Geralt licked a particularly sensitive spot, stroked his thighs, cupped his balls and slowly rolled the skin with his thumbs. He was utterly powerless, given over to the hands and mouth of the man he loved, the man who loved him, who stayed, through it all, faithful and resilient and stubborn and endlessly, endlessly his. How had he ever been satisfied with ungratifying blowjobs in an alley near a pub? Jaskier’s whole body shook as he came, steadied by a pair of strong hands grasping his hips, caressing his skin, worshipping his body. In the vague back of his mind, the sole part still working through the delight, he knew that soon it would be his turn to grasp, to caress, to worship – not his own body, but that of the one in front of him, strong, strange, beautiful. He would grab Geralt’s hand, arm, shoulder. Move the man against the lower wall in front of them, bend him over, take his time. He would enter, inch by inch, move slowly, rapidly, frantically, fulfil Fate’s damned mutual desire over and over and over, until they both would be undone again.

#geraskier #geraskier ff #geraskier fanfiction #geraskier fanfic #jaskier #geralt #the witcher #the witcher ff #the witcher fanfic #the witcher fanfics #written by me #made by me

[sandinthepipes]

Me: I won't be manipulated again by queerbait. Those little fuckers have no power over me.

Me 2.0 seconds after accidentally reading an amazing fanfic with the queerbaity pairing and crying all my tears: OH MY GOD THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL WHY ARE YOU MY OTP THIS IS NOT FAIR

#yes it's about the last fanfic i just reblogged #it's really good guys #go read it #fanfictions #fanfic #ff #the witcher #the witcher netflix #geraskier #geralt #jaskier #merthur #johnlock #queerbait #queerbaiting #inthepipes

[fawnnbinary]

spent too long looking through the geralt of rivia tag, no longer have energy for what I wanted to do dkjhgdkfjhg

#miles.txt #havent picked on for the lace either :( #found one I want to redraw but I'm not putting Geralt in lace while in the bath #and I kept just seeing gifs and shots from the scene in s2 with Jaskier in the water #and those just make me go :( bc I want to get that man a glass of water ffs #nmight do some dumb doodles to wind down of Jaskier that show he's actually kinda. a big guy 😳

[awitcheress]

I'm so angry with Lauren Hissrich. She should have been given a side show called Yennefer, or Aretuza or sorceress or something and she could have dived into Yennefer's story all she wanted.

Or maybe she should have had a side show named Elder Blood or something where she could have focused on Yen and Ciri where Geralt was a supporting character.

The Witcher could have been about Geralt and Jaskier and the other witchers.

Get Lauren away from Geralt and let Henry play the Geralt from the books and the games, damnit!!!

Share if you agree...ffs!!

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #henry cavill #geralt #the witcher netflix #fuck lauren hissrich

[clairedelune-13]

Ok, one of the things in season 2 that grinds my gears is the woefully limited screentime Joey gets.

We get a genuine display of affection between Geralt and Jaskier but its still NOT ENOUGH.

The games pay better homage to them than Netflix, FFS.

#geralt and jaskier #dynamic duo #henry cavill #joey batey #netflix the witcher

[skylark-9i]

Title: The Cost of Our Love

Chapters: 6/?

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Triss Merigold, Wild Hunt | Red Riders Members (The Witcher), Nilfgaardians (The Witcher), Fringilla Vigo, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen, Emhyr var Emreis, Philippa Eilhart, Sigismund Dijkstra

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Slow Burn, Adventure, Love, Post-Battle of Sodden Hill (The Witcher), Blood and Injury, Magic, Pain, Drama & Romance, Sorceresses, Action/Adventure

Summary:

As Geralt lies diying in a bed at Melitele's temple, Yennefer turns to the only person who can help her find and save Ciri: her once mentor, Tissaia De Vries.

As they embark on a perilious journey of self discovery and acceptance, will the two sorceresses mend their strained relationship and become something more, finally overcoming the errors of their past, or will they succumb to the never ceasing whirlwind of their emotions?

Yennefer/Tissaia, slow burn.

OR

Just me trying to forget S3 ending by giving a shot at writing a ff idea stuck in my head since S2 dropped ♥️

Chapter 7 is now up ♥️

#tissaia de vries #yennefer of vengerberg #yennaia #yennefer x tissaia #ao3 #fanfic

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Tripped into Power

Fics with characters who didn't exactly seek to rule, but instead were subject to an "accidental power acquisition".

The Accidental Warlord and His Pack (AO3) - "Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was."

The Way of Conquest (AO3) - "All Din wanted to do was find the Child a sorcerer teacher, pick up a job or two, and follow his Creed. Three out of three is good, right? Right?"

Pirate King Laurence (AO3) - "It's bad luck to have a dragon aboard a ship, and this tiny black creature can't be natural at all. Slowed by a gale and bad-luck, the Reliant mutinies and puts Laurence and Temeraire alone on the Amitié. The journey back to England is difficult, and on the way Laurence accidentally finds himself leading a small fleet of fighting ships. As one does."

The War is Far From Over Now (AO3 / FF) - "Tony Stark was tired. But he had a planet to protect, even if everyone laughed at him whenever the prospect of alien invasions was brought up. He could count on one hand how many people he could trust, which was disheartening but then, what else was new? Or, Tony Stark, [Accidental] Overlord."

A Comcept of Loyalty (AO3) - "Shisui considered himself devoted, if not fully to his Clan’s agenda or the Sandaime’s manoeuvring then at least to upholding Konohakagure herself. ... He didn't abide by traitors and, above all, he valued loyalty." Set to private.

Bonus: Acronym (AO3) - "They made Tobirama the Senju Clan Head.

...omg they made Tobirama the Senju Clan Head."

#roundup #5 + 1 #fanfiction #ao3 #fic #fic friday #archive of our own #fanfic #reading recommendations #naruto #shisui uchiha #senju tobirama #madara x tobirama #ROOT #accidental power acquisition #tony stark #MCU #temeraire #william laurence #din djarin #time travel #star wars #the mandolarian #baby yoda #grogu #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #OC

[irrlicht-ghostfront]

You know, now that we have Valdo Marx confirmed in Season 3... I want a scene like -

Jaskier and Valdo meet and Jaskier being the petty drama queen he is, is like - you know, acting like a jilted lover bc I'm living on that "they used to bone" relationship and then one day Valdo forgot Jaskier's favourite flower or some shit and bard FLIPPED and that was that and Valdo was all confused and shit cuz now his fuck buddy just up and left anyWAY-

Petty Jaskier being like "you know what you did you ASS" and Valdo is running after him like "Dandelion what what did I do can you make sense for once ffs"

And meanwhile, Yennefer, Geralt and Ciri are sitting on the sideline, following the action (Yennefer will tease the bardling about this later)

#the witcher #jaskier #valdo marx #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #yennefer #julian alfred pankratz #yennefer of vengerberg

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

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27. Randomly face-timing just to see their face/hear their voice

Geralt stumbles back to his truck, a bruxa head clutched in one hand. Wrapping it in a towel, he tosses the head in the bed of the truck and climbs into the driver’s seat with a groan. His bum knee is acting up and his back aches from where he was slammed against the wall by the bruxa’s scream, but he’s unharmed, save for a few scratches.

The only problem now is that Cat, Black Blood, and Tawny Owl course through his veins, leaving him teetering on the edge of toxicity. If he drives the hour home now, he’ll get blinded by headlights and will probably run his truck off the road. He grabs a White Honey from the glove compartment and downs it, then tosses aside the empty bottle and lets his head fall back against the headrest. All there’s left to do is wait for the White Honey to do its job.

Even over the low rumble of the engine, he can hear sirens in the distance, the hooting of an owl, a car with a fucked up muffler passing by, the buzzing of the streetlights. It all grates on his sensitive hearing. Gritting his teeth, he retrieves his phone from his cup holder and video calls Jaskier. The phone only rings twice before his boyfriend appears on the screen. Geralt only looks at the phone long enough to see that Jaskier is well, standing in their kitchen and wearing one of Geralt's own shirts, before the light of the screen gets to be too much and he closes his eyes, tipping his head back.

“Hi, love,” Jaskier says, his voice wonderfully soothing, even through the phone. “How was the hunt?”

“Bruxa’s dead.”

“Well, I figured. Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Are you actually not hurt, or are you not hurt in the sense that you’re going to arrive home with half your arm hanging off and tell me it’s just a scratch?”

Geralt’s lips twitch. “Actually not hurt.”

Jaskier makes a noise that indicates he’ll believe it when he sees it. “How many potions did you take?”

“A Black Blood, a Cat, and a Tawny Owl.”

“Did you have White Honey on hand?”

“Of course.”

“Of course,” Jaskier echoes in the tone of someone remembering all the times he’s rifled frantically though Geralt’s things for White Honey and found only empty bottles. “Need to wait a bit before you drive home?”

Geralt nods. “Should be able to leave in about an hour. I’ll be home in two.”

“I’ll be up.”

“You don’t need to wait up for me.”

“I don’t mind. I never sleep well when you’re not here anyway.” Geralt hears the sliding glass door open and imagines Jaskier stepping out onto the back porch, probably with their cat, Roach, at his heels.

“Don’t you teach in the morning?” he asks.

“Yes, but if I show up to class with bloodshot eyes and messy hair, it just increases the tortured poet persona, don’t you think?”

“If you say so.” Geralt can hear Roach purring; she must have jumped into Jaskier’s lap. Even with his eyes closed, he can picture the two of them perfectly, Roach kneading contentedly at Jaskier’s thigh while Jaskier strokes the spot between her ears that she likes. 

“My students already think I’m terribly dashing and exciting since I’m the one who travels the Continent with a witcher.”

“Teenagers are notoriously poor judges of character.”

“I’m going to tell your teenage daughter you said that, you lout,” Jaskier says with a huff.

Geralt snorts. “Go ahead. I’m not afraid of Ciri’s wrath.”

“Oh, now that’s a lie.”

Geralt can’t argue with that. “Tell me about your day.”

Jaskier doesn’t need to be asked twice. “Well, you’ve never believe what Dr. Vladimir—that’s that asshole from the Philosophy Department I was telling you about yesterday—is up to now.”

Geralt lets Jaskier’s voice wash over him, as steady and familiar as the sound of his own heartbeat. Everything else—the sirens in the distance, the buzz of the streetlights, the hum of his truck’s engine—fade into the background. He still has to wait for the White Honey to neutralize the other potions, but the wait feels so much more bearable when he has Jaskier here with him.

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The Witcher Season 3, Vol 1 - thoughts

Hi! Me! I just have to make a post because I binged all 5 eps yesterday and I am having thoughts and feelings and I need to get them out somehwere!

Long post ahead!

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR S3 VOL 1 BELOW!!!

So...JASKIER IS BISEXUAL!!!!

AND HAS A BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just...I have so many feelings about this. Like, as a bi person, it means so much to see one of my fave characters be blatantly bisexual on screen! Also, Jaskier has had so much shit recently, and he deserves someone who loves and appreciates him properly, and I am very happy he got that.

I admit, I was worried about Radovid at first, I thought he'd be manipulative and scheming, especially being with Philippa and Dijkstra, but no, he seems like a sweet, kind man. Also, he instantly fell in love with Jaskier and is so fucking whipped for him - he performed his song to him cause he loved it, MY HEART!! Like...they are just the best, and I'm worried the relationship or one of THEM won't survive the season...but for now, HELL YEAH FOR JASKIER X RADOVID!😍🥰

Right - the plot has actually been pretty solid so far, and I'm enjoying it!

Ciri and Jaskier's dynamic is to DIE FOR and I am so happy they seem to be getting along. Would've loved to see the development of the uncle Jaskier and niece Ciri, but that's what fanfic is for I guess! Also, Yen, Ciri and Geralt as a family was fucking adorable.

Hell yeah for Yarpen being back, and for his arc of finally calling Jaskier by his name when Jaskier helped save his people! Also I screeched when Jaskier got shot with that arrow - I genuinely fear he might be killed, though I'm not sure why...🥺😬

GERALT AND JASKIER TRAVELLING TOGETHER, BESTIES HELL YEAH!!!!!🎉 Like, I would like a PROPER apology Geralt (I sigh, and turn to fanfiction, knowing canon will never give that to me), but I am so happy to see them back together. Also, the friendly banter and teasing, the casual affection, the fact that Geralt is actually asking Jaskier to help him and they seem to be super close again, like that is PRECIOUS TO ME!

I would've liked more Yennefer and Jaskier interaction though, I missed them, but hopefully we'll get that in Vol 2, cause we see a Yenskier hug in the teaser!

Geralt is such a dad, and he's been so good with Ciri (mostly) and it warms my heart seeing him be so tender to her. Like, they are just the best! That bit when she jumped on him, and they wrestled playfully?! MY HEART!😍 (Also, RIP original Roach, gone but not forgotten)

Yen and Geralt as a (romantic) relationship have grown on me, I admit, and they had amazing chemistry, especially those last 2 eps, but I am a firm Geraskfer lover (and I love Yenskier and Geraskier seperately too; I started a Geraskier girl though and always will be). Having them at that Ball, and being a power couple was the best though!

Speaking of the Ball, FUCKING STREGOBOR GOT FUCKED UP HELL YEAH FUCK THAT DUDE!!!! I HAVE HATED HIM SINCE S1, SO GLAD HE'S GETTING WRECKED!!!🎉😎 Also, that fucking Vilgefortz twist...I KNEW I DISLIKED HIM FOR A REASON! But that whole thing was so well done, and also, Istredd and Geralt dancing together... I died laughing!!!🤣

Philippa is actaully super interesting and I'd love to know more about her! Seeing Cassie Clare acting more is making me love her though, and I hope she gets to shine again as Mazikeen in Sandman as well. She's so talented.

Ngl, hate Francesca now. She lost her baby yeah, but then she KILLED INNOCENT BABIES AS HER REVENGE? LIKE NO. THAT'S NOT OKAY. That turned me against her, and she's just generally pissing me off, which is a shame cause I really liked her in S2. Glad Fringilla escaped though, wondering when we'll see her again!

Also, is it bad that I kind of shipped Cahir and that elf, Gallatin?🤷‍♂️ Idk, I thought they were cute. Ffs Cahir, killing him?! Also, detour, but, Dara's hair though?! Phenomonal!

Also, so happy to see Jaskier already in four episodes, and we're deffo getting more of him! So glad my boy is getting to do more this season!

Anyway, that's it, for now. I needed to scream about S3!

I'd love to hear other people's thoughts too, through replies to this post and reblogs of it with your thoughts on the reblog or in the tags! Or even in asks or DMs!

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