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wolvesandfoxes25 · 9 months
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"You should leave."
Jaskier looked up quickly from where he was writing lyrics.
"I beg your pardon?"
Geralt wasn't looking at him, eyes facing the adjacent side of the hut.
"Leave for Oxenfurt...or Redania. Find that Prince you fucked."
Jaskier felt his stomach lurch.
How did he know about that?
Clearing his throat, he shoved his booklet into his coat.
"I'm not sure what you're playing at Geralt, but I've no intention of leaving."
He was still facing away.
"You're wasting your time here. I'm sure the noble could provide you with many adventures."
The words came out sardonically and snappish.
Jaskier felt whiplash at the statement.
"We enjoyed our time together. Until afterwards." He mumbled the last part, feeling the same dreg of anger at Radovid come to the forefront. Even if he had apologized, it hadn't changed what he'd done.
What Jaskier hoped he wouldn't do.
He wasn't looking to marry the man, but a romance that was his, where he wasn't pining and panting after someone who would never love him, well, it would've been nice.
"Cut from the same cloth, I bet you did." Geralt growled.
Jaskier furrowed his eyebrows.
"And just what do you mean by that?"
Silence.
"You've no right to judge me based on my dalliances, Geralt."
How had the conversation come to this point?
"Dalliance?" Geralt asked, eyes finally turning to Jaskiers.
The brunette looked sideways, being pinned under the weight of those eyes had always been too much for him.
"Where did you learn this anyway?"
Silence.
The dryads were little gossipers then.
"You cared for him." Geralt grit out.
Jaskier pinched his lips together, feeling as if this were an interrogation.
Silence.
Sighing loudly, Jaskier turned his gaze back to the Witcher.
"It felt nice. With him, I felt I was actually being seen. He learned my songs, even if knowing them was just for nefarious reasons. I-I was... lonely. Being back in the thick of this isn't always easy."
Geralt took in his expression his nostrils flaring.
"It used to be."
Jaskier blanched.
That was before Yennefer was everywhere.
He couldn't blame Geralt and Yennefer for their feelings for each other. But, it wasn't easy to always have it in his face.
"Age tends to change things." He murmured, hoping the other man believed the lie.
Geralt grunted.
Guess not.
Jaskier felt the tension in the room thicken.
"Had I known you went for poncey little Princes, I would have left you at a royal court to do their bidding long ago."
Knashing his teeth together, Jaskier stood up in a furious flourish.
"I don't know why you're being such a bloody bastard to me, but I'm not your punching bag, Geralt! Those days are over! Do you understand me?"
The Witchers eyes flashed and he pulled himself up into a piteous representation of sitting up.
"Fuck you."
Jaskier hissed.
"Fuck me? Fuck you." He fired back at Geralt.
What was happening right now? Why was Geralt behaving this way?
The two of them stared each other down.
"I don't know how you can sit there and have the bleeding audacity to berate me over a potential partner."
The golden eyes narrowed.
"Meaning?" He hissed.
Jaskier felt the anger start to build higher and higher.
"You have your great romance! Yennefer! Your sweet little family! Then there's me, who you tossed away like yesterdays porridge!"
Geralt moved to get up, but hissed at the pain.
"Don't do that, you idiotic lump of a man!" Jaskier chided him, moving to shove him back.
Geralt pushed him away, catching his breath to gather himself to his feet.
"Yennefer healed me, I told you that." He snapped, flinging his cane away.
Jaskier watched him sway, but he rolled his shoulders, catching himself.
"But we both know your leg is still giving you trouble, Geralt."
The Witcher glared.
"Easy to leave then, huh? Just like you did on the mountain."
Jaskiers jaw dropped, feeling his balance shift at the fury that ran through him.
"You have the unmitigated, bleeding gall to say that to me? You blame me!?" He yelled.
Geralt scowled, looking away from him in what seemed like shame.
Suddenly... it all made sense.
"You're jealous." Jaskier whispered.
The Witcher moved to leave the hut but Jaskier grabbed his arm to halt him.
Geralt growled.
"How in all the hells are you jealous? You have never expressed anything regarding romantic affections towards me. Ever."
"All those women you were constantly fucking was supposed to tell me otherwise?" Geralt replied sarcastically.
Jaskier threw his hands up in frustration.
"You could've asked me!"
Geralt said nothing as the other man set his hands down upon the bedding of the cot.
"You have got to be the most stubborn, burlish lout I have ever met in my existence upon this earth."
Silence.
"You have no idea how I fe-."
But he stopped himself, the words clogging his throat.
The truth he had figured long long ago. And had told no-one, not Vespula, not the Countess, nobody.
Yennefer had probably guessed after hearing his song in the tavern, but said nothing in reference to it.
Thank the Gods.
"I don't want to continue this conversation further. If you want me to fucking leave so badly, I'll leave. And I'll go back to Radovid and suck his cock in his pretty little throne room. Would that make you happy, Geralt?" He snarled, shoving past him to get some air outside, when a hand clamped over his wrist...
TBC?
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spielzeugkaiser · 10 months
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I have unfortunately become quite fond of Istredd in the past few weeks. Out of curiosity, have you ever drawn him before?
I have !!! It was that one when I was highly amused about their interactions in S2:
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here is the original post. (pfppfpf did I have to scroll back for that one, the amount of art I did since then and apparently forgot about-)
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battlecries-dear · 11 months
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ok but Jaskier rolling up with some new boy toy of the week whenever Geralt and him stop in a town. Just a legion of soft spoken twinks hanging off of him and crooning at every thing that comes out of his mouth, and Geralt just absolutely fucking seething with jealousy. Can Jaskier tell Geralt is jealous? is he doing it on purpose? whos to tell!!
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hanzajesthanza · 2 months
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geralt calls regis his friend
regis learns slang from angoulême
there is a greater than 0% chance that regis calls geralt “bestie”
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nonbinarylesbianherb · 9 months
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Geralt eyed him up like
‘bro I know you’re not tryna give me shit or make me jealous about first love bs when yen is tissaia’s first’
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chynandri · 1 month
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Maybe Leon’s design makes me mad because I’m just jealous of him. Maybe he’s gotta be put on the gender envy list
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mischievous-thunder · 2 years
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Geralt: Yen! What the hell do you think you're doing?
Yennefer: Trying to kiss Jaskier?
Geralt: You cannot kiss him. He's-He's off limits...
Jaskier, a needy whining mess: But why? We're both vaccinated!
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sayafics · 2 years
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Soul-bonds & Heartaches
A.N.// reposting this onto a new blog, but hey guys this is a fanfiction I've started writing and I am very excited about it. Let me know if you want the rest of this draft!
Geralt made two claims many years ago. One he did not believe he would ever have to face. And the other he spent years running from. It seemed that fate had made it so he could avoid neither.
Accepting Cirilia's presence in his life has been easy enough, but her? She was too much. A burden.
Andromeda was Cirilia's aunt, although not biological - taken in at a young age by Queen Calanthe she grew up alongside Pavetta, her youth seemingly never fading. See what most of Cintra did not know was Andromeda was an elf, her scarred ears from where her own father hacked off the abominations were proof enough of that. Hoping the pain was worth the safety his daughter would get in return as he sent her towards villages and kingdoms.
It was.
That is until the night of Pavetta's banquet. Geralt made a claim, a claim he hoped with all his heart would not bind itself to another - Pavetta was bound to another so surely claiming the one dearest to Calanthe's heart would result in nothing.
Except it seemed Andromeda had weaseled her way into the heart of the woman who had taken her in, had found comfort in her arms and love in her heart. If destiny would not give him Pavetta, they could give him Andromeda.
Calanthe, Pavetta and Andromeda knew the consequences of his words, as he spoke his claims - their fears worsening as Pavetta's pregant state became public knowledge. They would now face the consequences of their gratitude it seemed.
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Andromeda had escaped Geralt's existence for almost thirteen years, as far as Geralt was concerned his second claim had no effect and Fate had given him a pass. The only surprise he had to worry about was his Child Surprise. A secret vow, bounding him to the person Calanathe held close to her heart and considered a daughter? That was not his concern at all.
And so, Geralt remained oblivious of her existence until it became too hard to deny.
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When Geralt had bedded Yennefer, Andromeda felt it, how it tore at her heart and how her soul roiled and burned in its place inside her. The betrayal to the bond and vow he made tying them together punished her for the actions of a man she wanted nothing to do with.
But she was used to it. It would not be the first time she had experienced such pain. So she sat, with Cirilla on one side and Jaskier on the other, her heart sinking in her chest as she forced herself to keep up her cheery charade knowing what was happening behind the closed doors of the inn they were resting at.
Geralt was betraying a woman he had no clue he belonged to.
The pain had subsided, but the feeling of misery only strengthened as she watched Geralt come down the inn stairs with Yennefer at his tail. The two looked perfect together, both warriors in their own image - strong and brave, nothing like she was. She could feel jealousy begin to claw at her throat, the tears slowly beginning to burn her eyes.
Andromeda composed herself, turning away from the duo to face Cirilla instead - "I think I'm going to head to bed."
Cirilla looked up at her in curiosity, knowing Andromeda rarely slept at all, especially during the night. Her fears of the dark outweighed her need to sleep, but as she looked over her shoulders towards Yennefer and Geralt - the two leaning on eachother, engaged in a bout of flirtatious commentary- she nodded her acceptance before agreeing to join her soon. Her aunt needed a moment to herself, and so Cirilla would give her atleast that.
Andromeda pushed herself to her feet, stood there for a moment as she took in a deep breath from her nose, careful to not change her expression. She avoided Jaskier's questioning eyes and breezed passed the distracted duo, unaware of Geralt's trailing eyes and flared nostrils as he scented her - he could hear her heartbeat, it was fast and harsh, but she smelt of the sky when it was about to rain.
As Andromeda made her way up the stairs she made eye contact with a rather slender man who was walking in the opposite direction, he had blue eyes and ginger hair that reached his shoulders, a thick beard decorated his face and scars lined his eyes - one blind and one seeing. But most of all, what caught her attention was the gentle aura about him, his clothes were simple tunics and despite his lumbering size he seemed to be a humble man - everything Geralt was not.
She found herself slowing down in front of him - after all the pain Geralt has caused her seeking his own pleasure, why can she not grant herself this one moment of gratification. Why wait, why save herself for a man who had no care of his own purity or sanctity. Why should she reserve herself, when she could be free like he acted. When she could cause him the pain he had been feeding her for years since he had made his proclamation.
"Hello there," Andromeda's voice had dipped, taking on a sultry tone as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. The coy expression that slid across her face had immediately caught the man's attention, his face heating to match the colour of his hair as he turned to face her - Andromeda's attention only bolstered his confidence as he leaned towards her unconsciously.
"Now who might you be, little lady."
"The best thing that may happen to you tonight," Andromeda laid her hand on his arm, her fingers unconsciously tightening around it as she felt the the muscle that outlined his lean figure. She felt her heart race for a reason that was completely different to jealousy - this was the first time she had given into her desires, and Fortunes did it feel good.
The two continued to flirt, exchanging subtle brushes of skin-on-skin, the man - who she now knew as Elias - tucked hair hair back for her, his fingers trailing her jawline. Until finally, his hand dragged down her shoulder, down her arm until he intertwined his fingers with her own - his head jutted in the direction of the stairs and just like that Andromeda followed his lead.
Unbeknownst to her, and much to the dislike of Yennefer, Geralt had been watching the two ever since she had approached the man, his heart began to thump harshly in agony and anger at the sight of her with another man, at the sound of their hearts whispering to one another, of the smell of his arousal and her excitement. But why?
It did not matter, Geralt gave into Yennefer's pestering and turned her way - accepting the fretted petting and flirtations that came along with it, trying to force his mind off the giggling pair who had escaped to the confines of an inn room.
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jaytodd1129 · 2 years
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feeling petty today.
feeling like reading post-season 2 fic in which jaskier and yennefer become friends with benefits to comfort each other after geralt broke their hearts and geralt is insanely jealous but can't do anything about it cause?? hello?? he was the one that discarded THEM?? in the first place??
jaskier and yennefer starting off their fwb relationship impulsively: as two people feeling shitty and underappreciated and run down and taking comfort in each other's bodies with the most unlikely ally in a flurry of movement, hungry hands, and hastily thrown clothes. once it's done, they both look at each other first in alarm and then in a "huh.. you know what? i can't believe i'm saying this but that wasn't half bad" way. It becomes a habit after that.
eventually it becomes less frantic, and it becomes sweeter, more intimate. they start sharing little bits of information after sex sessions. opening up, sharing their feelings. yennefer doesn't kick jaskier out the very second they're done, and one night when she's particularly vulnerable, jaskier actually gets her to cuddle with him and they drift to sleep and neither wakes up until the next day. jaskier tries sneaking out of her room in the wee hours of the morning but of course lambert or something sees him and doesn't miss a beat to relay what he saw very off-handedly to geralt during breakfast which makes me man absolutely fume.
jaskier and yennefer becoming the duo that makes no sense to anybody, nobody can figure out what their relationship is. is it romantic? is it platonic? is it purely sexual or is there feelings of friendship there? it drives everyone, especially geralt absolutely crazy.
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melinoiaagesander · 2 years
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Chapter 9 is up! :)
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wolvesandfoxes25 · 10 months
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So...I just realized that the scene with Radovid and Jaskier is right after Jaskier watched this..⬇️
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And.. he decided not to go to the party.. but Yennefer and Geralt go. (Which is confusing to me cause he said he wasn't invited. Not sure which ones which.)
"I'm better off here." He tells Ciri when she apologizes to him having to watch her.
When a situation feels stressful enough to trigger coping behaviors, humor is used by some to dampen the negative effects of the stress.
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And we all know Jaskier detracts from uncomfortable situations through humor.
The mountain
Yennefer trying to kill him
Yennefer and him fleeing from Rience
Being captured by the elves
Being confronted about Geralt leaving a 'bad taste in his mouth'
Being put in prison
Seeing Geralt again
Talking to Geralt again
The altercation in Cintra
The craziness at Kaer Morhen
Etc?
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ratskool · 21 days
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officially joining the anti Triss camp, Yennefer’s genre of insanity is more tolerable and justifiable
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battlecries-dear · 11 months
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AUGH! im thinking about jealousy tropes again. like just jaskier being his fun and flirty self chatting up fellow patrons at the bar or whatever and geralt having to remind himself that the possession hes feeling is unwarranted and frankly kind of unhealthy, at least to the degree hes feeling it (splintering the wood of the stool hes sitting at cause hes grapsing the edges so hard) and hes doing his quiet seething routine but jaskier always ends up back with him. sure theyre not lovers but theyre friends and geralt tries to convince himself that's enough for him and hrrghdhh i just need these boys to suffer a little bit.
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hauntingblue · 10 months
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WE GET IT WE GET IT!!!! THEY LIKE EACH OTHER!!! CHRIST!!!!!
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hannibard · 2 months
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In almost all yennskier fics there's an element of geraskier, them being exes or Jaskier having unrequited feelings for Geralt, and while that's fine and all, I'm desperate for some fics WITHOUT geraskier, with Jaskier having to deal with all the angst that comes with being in love with your best friend's girlfriend/ex bc even if Yennefer loved him back, Jaskier is too loyal to Geralt to ever do anything about it.
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Imagine them all traveling together post Voleth Meir and Jaskier and Yennefer desperately trying to hide their feelings while failing a bit more each day.
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Imagine the secret lingering looks and gentle touches and maybe a kiss or two when they're left alone and can't hold back.
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Imagine Jaskier writting song after song about her and having to lie when Geralt and Ciri ask who it's about. Yennefer would pretend not to know.
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Imagine Jaskier going back to his usual manwhore self, sleeping with any willing person around except Yennefer and imagine Yennefer slowly giving in to Geralt's attempts to get back together, hoping her feelings for him will rekindle one day. Imagine the jealousy!
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kittenofdoomage · 5 months
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Awakening (Ao3 Link)
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Summary: Y/N’s always been an obedient daughter and sister, but one foraging trip into the deepest part of the woods changes everything for her.
Pairing: Alpha!Werewolf!Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader
Word Count: 53615
Chapters: 16 (fully posted and complete)
Warnings: mild assault, dubious consent, corruption, angst, mentions of suicide, biting, jealousy/fighting over a mate, public masturbation, public nudity, voyeurism, heat/rut, possessive behavior, werewolves, size kink, praise kink, smut, pregnancy, A/B/O themes (including mating, biting, knotting, breeding kink), non-canon elements (witchers are not infertile, they’re just a different breed of werewolf), some time-period-level sexism towards women, use of “little one” as a pet name. Please let me know if there are additional warnings I have missed.
LINK TO FIC
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