'Cause We're One and the Same
This fic was inspired by this art from @itsrapsodia -- I got this scene of the two of them together stuck in my head and ended up writing it! (As a... general sort of trigger warning, Jaskier opens the fic by making a joke about not having a penis; my intention was that he experiences little-to-no bottom dysphoria and being both slightly drunk and around trusted friends, he’s comfy stating that.)
"--and that fucking Valdo Marx," Jaskier says, gesticulating wildly with his thankfully mostly-empty mug, "always sauntering around like he's so much better than everyone else just because he managed to get a court position straight out of Oxenfurt instead of slumming it like the rest of us, and all the rest of-- them," with a peculiar emphasis on the word that Geralt has no clue what it means but Priscilla and Essi clearly do, "acting like they're so much better than us."
Priscilla makes a sharp noise of agreement and sets her glass down on the table with a thunk. "It's like it's all just a contest to them, who can get the most popular song or the biggest royal patronage or--"
"It's a dick-measuring contest, is what it is," Jaskier says with finality, thumping his hands on the table, and Geralt snorts.
"Which you're exempt from?"
"Geralt, darling, I think by virtue of not having a dick--"and his mouth snaps shut, eyes going wide and startled. “Shit.”
"Um," says Priscilla, and then leans over and says in a furious whisper "you haven't told him?!"
"No, I haven't," Jaskier mutters, seeming almost-- shocked, "it never came up, and he can hear you."
Geralt hums to indicate that he can, in fact, hear them both, and turns his gaze on Jaskier. The bard is growing paler by the moment, all the blood draining from his face, and for the first time since they met Geralt can smell-- fear? Just the barest traces of it, overlaid with alcohol and nerves, but it's the first time it's been really, truly, directed at him.
Jaskier's fingers are rattling on the tabletop, off-beat and out of rhythm, and then he shoves himself up and away with far more force than necessary. "I'm-- getting some air. Don't wait up."
"Jaskier--" Geralt says, half-reaching out to him, but Essi puts her hand on his wrist and pushes it back down, firmly, and Priscilla gives him a glare that could curdle milk as Jaskier ducks through the growing crowd inside Three Little Bells. He's had worse glares from Lambert, but there's something about seeing Jaskier so shaken from what seemed to be nothing more than a slip of the tongue that leaves him... unsettled.
He shakes off Essi's arm and rises to go after him, to make sure the bard's okay, but Priscilla catches him by the fabric of his sleeve. "Leave him." He blinks at her, and she levels him with that glare again. "He doesn't need you barging in after he's already said too much," and Geralt looks at her, really looks at her and how much she cares, and dips his head.
"If he comes back, tell him I'll be in the room." She keeps glaring at him, fierce and protective, but very deliberately lets go of his sleeve, and he walks away before he can start to think about-- whatever it was that just happened
He's carefully cleaning his steel sword when Jaskier comes stumbling back into the room, still pale-faced but with the scent of alcohol no longer quite so pungent from him. He's sobered up a bit, then, and Geralt very carefully sets the sword to the side, folds his hands in his lap and tries to look as unintimidating as possible. It's late enough that the tavern is quiet now, and he's had plenty of time to think about what he wants to say to the bard. There’s a lot of secrets he hasn’t wanted, or even had the chance to tell, but he’s beginning to think--
Better to see what the bard says first, though.
He hums in response, not quite sure how to start... whatever this is. Jaskier closes the door behind him with exaggerated care, and then doesn't move from the middle of the room, scratching at his lute calluses in the familiar nervous gesture, the tension radiating off of him in a cloud. Literally; Geralt can smell it.
"I should probably. Um. Explain."
Geralt nods, and then seeing how Jaskier goes that much paler, huffs and clambers to his feet to haul out the room's single chair. "Sit down before you fall down."
"Ah. Thanks?" It's almost more a question than anything else, but Geralt nods in what he hopes is a reassuring manner and retreats back to the bed.
"Right. So. I should... probably tell you. What I meant by-- by that." Jaskier flounders, hands fluttering wildly through the air, and settles on "I-- I wasn't born a-- a man."
It's only one of the answers Geralt had been prepared to hear, but it settles something reassuring in his gut, that there's more common ground between them than only a few years of shared adventures. "Neither was I."
"I know it's not exactly-- talked about, but I promise you it's very real and I really am a man and if you don’t think that’s true we are going to have-- hang on, what?"
"I wasn't born a man."
"But you're--" and he flaps his hands in Geralt's general direction, "I mean, you-- I've never seen you-- really?"
"And you're not just saying that to make me feel better, in some twisted... I'm-an-outcast-from-society-and-I-don't-understand-basic-etiquette-like-not-telling-bards-they're-pitchy-to-their-face kind of way?"
Geralt lifts an eyebrow, carefully not commenting on the fact that he had been pitchy, and Jaskier lets out a sound that might be a laugh and might be a sob. "Right, yeah, when do you ever care enough about my feelings to do something like that. Fuck, Geralt, you can't just-- spring that on a fellow. I mean-- gods, here I was worried that you'd be... weird about it, and instead you're--"
"As dickless as you are?"
"Oh, fuck off," but the fear-scent is gone, the color slowly coming back into his cheeks, and he slouches back into his chair in a boneless heap. "Gods. I-- thanks, by the way."
"For... for trusting me, I guess? I mean it can't exactly be the kind of knowledge you want getting out there, what with witchering being... witchering."
Geralt shrugs. His brothers all know, of course, and so did most of the Wolf School before the pogrom -- hard to keep secrets like that with communal bathing, and there were always a few of his kind -- their kind, now -- in every school. "Most people just... assume."
"Right, yes, what with the whole... big grumpy manly... man look you've got going on there. How did you do that, by the way, some kind of potion? Transformation spell?"
"The Trials," Geralt says, trying to hide the flinch that comes with the memory, even after all these years. "They made us all like this."
"Ah," says Jaskier, and falls silent, not quite looking at him, or at anything in particular.
"Are you--" Geralt starts, the dim memory of before the Trials and the horrible sense of not fitting into his own skin surfacing unbidden, and Jaskier must read something in the look on his face because he nearly lunges forward out of his own chair.
"No! No, I'm-- I'm happy, really, Geralt, I promise. Just, uh, teensy bit jealous, you've got the whole--" and he makes another of those flailing gestures that only really manages to indicate where Geralt is in the room rather than anything in particular about him, "muscles and jawline and stubble thing really going for you."
"You can grow a beard too," because he can, he saw it when Jaskier's razor broke in the middle of Kaedwen and he couldn't get a replacement for a week and a half.
"I can!" and Jaskier grins, impossibly wide. "There's a-- a potion, there's a mage in Novigrad that makes it, it's why I'm here, actually, and it's what makes me, well--" and he gestures proudly to himself, to the long trim line of his torso and the shadow of dark stubble on his jaw and Geralt can't stop the half-smile that grows across his face because even though it's been sixty years and more he still remembers the impossible joy of finding a skin that fit.
Jaskier grins back at him, bright and brilliant and throws himself forward to wrap his arms around Geralt's shoulders in an abrupt embrace. Geralt can smell the happiness rising off of him and for once he doesn't stop himself from holding the bard back, because-- There were others like him, at Kaer Morhen, but they all died in the pogrom a long, long time ago and it's been... lonely, since.
"Thanks," Jaskier says, softly.
"For being here," and Geralt only hums and holds him tighter.
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Out of the mouth of babes...
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Let’s give this a whirl!
Like last year, I am doing Kinktober again this year. But it is also kind of Inktober since the drawings are all traditionally inked. Here is two warm-ups that I made after patrons requests. I won’t be able to post all of them here. Since I am already posting to three places I am really not into the idea of doing extra crops and all that for Tumblr. BUT, this year I made a post on Ao3 where you can follow the days. I will be bad with uploading the first week because i am officially on holiday but I will try to keep it up afterwards.
You can find the work here.
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~ sing a song to your witcher ~
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Trans Rep Witcher Fics
If you’re coming to this list from a reblog, please click through to the original post as it’s likely been updated with more content!
Please note I haven’t read everything on these lists, so I can’t speak to all they contain, ya dig? Mind the tags etc. <3
Jaskier gets diagnosed with ADHD - trans Geralt - Established Geraskier, Geralt brings Jaskier to his appointment - by @jaskierswolf
Nurse Jaskier - trans Geralt & trans Jaskier - Geralt gets hip surgery, Jaskier is his nurse - by @feraljaskier
Jaskier starts following Geralt - trans Jaskier - Jaskier starts following Geralt on the path and the Witcher is 100% supportive and respectful - by @persony-pepper
Just Jaskier - trans Jaskier - Jaskier comes out to supportive, gruff as ever Geralt - by @brasskier
Glory Be - trans Ciri (they/them) - Ciri growing up and settling into their identity as they go, ends pointing towards Ciri/Cerys - by @childoffantasy
❧ Much more under the cut!
You Saved My Life - trans Aiden, mentioned trans Geralt - established lambden relationship cuddles and banter - by @jaskierswolf
As brothers, they'd stand together - trans Eskel - Eskel comes out to his family and receives nothing but love and support in return, with extended platonic hug bonding coming from Lambert - by @officerjennie
Copper - trans Jaskier - Jaskier gets his period, and Lambert is lovely and supportive - by @artistsfuneral
Oh No He’s Hot - trans Eskel, nonbinary Lambert - Lambskel meet cute ish in modern au - by @funkylittlebard
I’m not like other Cats - trans Aiden - soft lambden fluff - by @feraljaskier
Magic Strap - trans Aiden - Lambden smut with a magic strap on - by @feraljaskier
Sexting - trans Aiden - Lambden sexting mishap - by @feraljaskier
I'm stuck with these Chucklefucks - series where Aiden, an AFAB transman, is a cat school witcher that meets grumpy fuck Lambert from the wolf school: banter and smut ensue - by @lynge81 (Tumblr won’t link)
out in the pouring rain (down on your knees) - trans Ciri - Ciri isn’t a central character in this but she is fiercely loved and protected in this smutty, angsty, beautiful Yennskier/Yenralt/Geraskefer fic - by @yoursummerfrost
a breath beneath the surface - trans Jaskier - Geraskier smut - by @witchertrashbag
Witchers Were Never Girls - trans Geralt - Supportive loving Jaskier, Geraskier smut.
free animal - trans Geralt - Geralt potioned up with black eyes, Geraskier smut - by @stonedgeralt
something's set to start - trans Geralt - Modern AU Geraskier New Year's Eve hookup - by @stonedgeralt
other things i'll never be - trans Geralt, trans Jaskier & trans Yennefer - Modern AU Geraskefer fic - by @limerental
Take It Slow - trans Geralt - Geralt carefully comes out to Jaskier, who fully accepts him, sexytimes throughout - by @caffeinatedcorvids
Oh, Golden Mornings - trans Lambert - Lambden kinky sexytimes in established relationship - by @caffeinatedcorvids
Helping Hands and Loving Tongues - trans Geralt - Geralt experiences gender dysphoria, Jaskier helps him through it.
Repeatable Mistakes - trans Geralt - Established Geraskier, semi-public sex.
my soul's warmest fireplace - trans Geralt - Jaskier reminds Geralt he’s worthy of love - by @stonedgeralt
Return to Oxenfurt - trans Jaskier - Fluffy canon-era Oxenfurt Academy AU featuring genderswapped Valdo Marx and soft! understanding! Geralt - by @vands38
Relocation - trans Jaskier - Prof Jaskier meets blacksmith Eskel at a medieval history conference and they get stuck when their flight is cancelled, smut ensues - by @jennyloggins
Unravel - trans Geralt - Geraskier smut c/o Jaskier’s butt bow, you know the one.
Stolen Nights - trans Geralt - Geraskier smut.
Damn what the stars own - trans Jaskier - Jaskier is a royal runaway, and has taken upon himself to keep an eye on Ciri while Geralt tried to escape his destiny - by @jaskierslastbraincell
Reprieve - trans Jaskier - Modern AU strangers to lovers Geraskier smut
your lips curled into me - trans Geralt - Established Geraskier, Jaskier asks Geralt to sit on his face, smut obvs - by @stonedgeralt
lock and key - trans Geralt - Established Geraskier, Geralt has missed Jaskier very much and Jaskier welcomes him back (with sex) - by @stonedgeralt
Cherry Baby - trans Geralt - Geralt is a bodyguard for (underage) rich kid Jaskier. Angsty (very little related to gender) with a happy ending.
Incredibly Specific Dysphoria Porn To Cope - trans Jaskier - Jaskier experiences dysphoria and Geralt buys him a strap-on; smut - by @tinymacaroni
Talk to me - trans Eskel - Geralt and Eskel pause during sex to discuss what terms/descriptors to use for Eskel's privates (and then get back to sexy business) - by @officerjennie
All Those Books That We Both Drowned - trans Jaskier - Geralt- a grumpy, workaholic, history professor- meets the flamboyant music professor Dr. Pankratz and immediately develops a rivalry. When they are recruited to work on a project together said rivalry and the stewing sexual tension between them make things... complicated.
Treat Me Gentle, Kiss Me Soft - trans Eskel, GNC Aiden - Eskel discovers Aiden looks damn fine in a dress, and they discuss Eskel's hesitations concerning sex. Aiden is soft and tender with him, and Eskel feels precious like he never has with anyone before him - by @officerjennie
You’re safe with me, I promise - trans Geralt - Geskel fluffy smutty goodness in Kaer Morhen - by @funkylittlebard
match made at the DMV - trans Aiden - Lambert has a tendency to loudly disparage romance, despite very much wanting it for himself (not that he’ll admit it). Vesemir has had enough and takes matters into his own hands, and that's how Lambert meets Aiden - by @purpurred
I've got you - trans Jaskier - Geraskier smut - by @theamazingbard
If you have rec’s please send them my way! I’ll need a link, title and blurb like these have, please and thanks!
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An Empty Threat
Ok so i’d like to preface this by saying that i half wrote several fics and now they are being thrown out entirely out of order. woops.
Day 7: Free Day
Here on Ao3
Tags: Trans Masc Geralt, Trans Masc Jaskier, Vaginal Sex, Cock Warming, Strap-On, Top Geralt, Bottom Jaskier, Blow Job (ish), Tease Geralt, Modern AU but that’s barely noticeable
Geralt & Jaskier being horny feckers below
Geralt could hear Jaskier whining below the desk, squirming where he sat. They had been at it for about ten minutes, but Jaskier was already feeling needy it seemed. Geralt paused his game, and dropped one hand to pet his boyfriend's head, smirking when the pitiful whining increased in volume.
"Being so good for me, Jaskier," he murmured, and tugged sharply at the man's hair. Jaskier choked and Geralt glanced down to look at him
Jaskier’s eyes were red and watery, his chin damp where he hadn't been able to keep from drooling. Geralt bit back a moan as he stared at Jaskier's lips, how pretty and pink they looked stretched around Geralt’s strap.
Jaskier whimpered again, his hips rutting up desperately against nothing. He hollowed his cheeks, bobbing down on Geralt's length, staring at his boyfriend all the while with wide pleading eyes. A rough tug of his hair pulled him back.
"Hhh, Geralt, please, I wanna-" he was babbling wildly, hands scrabbling at Geralt's thighs. Geralt flushed a little, his dick twitching at the sight.
"You're such a little slut, Jaskier. So desperate for my cock,"
Geralt watched as Jaskier wriggled, his own cock hard between his legs. He let Jaskier keep begging him and reached between the man's thighs to tease a finger over his slit. Jaskier gasped, keening and becoming suddenly very still. Geralt chuckled at him and drew his finger up over Jaskier's cock.
Jaskier moaned, and ground down against Geralt's fingers, his moans breathy and high-pitched already. Geralt let him for a moment, waiting until Jaskier was moving frantically against him, and then pulled away. The howl the smaller man let out was ear-splitting. Geralt released his hair and Jaskier collapsed to the floor with a whimper.
"Geralt, Geralt please, I'll be good I swear, I can sit still, just let me come, please, Geralt,"
Geralt couldn't hold back a low moan. He shifted in his seat, feeling the top of his own thighs damp with his arousal. Really, he should make Jaskier keep warming his strap for a while longer, that was their deal. But as pretty an image as it was, the desire to fuck his boyfriend into the mattress was even greater. Geralt shuddered and stood up. He moved over to their bed and perched on the end of it. He cleared his throat.
"If you come over here and get my cock back in your mouth fast enough, maybe I'll let you come,"
It was an empty threat- but Jaskier didn't have to know that. The brunet keened, and scrambled over as fast as he could, babbling and begging as he did so. Geralt said nothing, simply grunted as he watched Jaskier's pink lips wrap around his strap-on again. The sounds and the picture that Jaskier made were so enticing that soon Geralt was biting back little groans, his hips jerking forward and pushing him deeper into Jaskier's mouth. Each rock of his hips sent the strap-on colliding into his cock, and Geralt shuddered as he felt himself drawing closer with every movement.
When he thought he could take no more, he grabbed Jaskier by the hair and pushed him off again.
"On the bed," Geralt grunted, not giving Jaskier a second to reply. The other man nodded, his cheeks flushed bright red and his lips slick with spit. Jaskier clambered onto the mattress and positioned himself on all fours, looking back over his shoulder at Geralt with half-closed eyes. Geralt bit his lip, and grabbed a handful of Jaskier's arse. Jaskier shivered, and then whined when Geralt ran a finger over his hole.
"Ready for me, Jask?" Geralt asked, sliding one finger into his boyfriend, feeling his dick twitch at how tight Jaskier was. Jaskier nodded, hair flopping in front of his eyes. Geralt smiled, and pushed it back with one hand, caressing the side of Jaskier's face as he drew back.
He shoved Jaskier's legs further apart and then slowly, cautiously pressed in. Jaskier groaned, his head dropping onto his arms, his back arched as Geralt bottomed out inside him. Geralt watched in awe as Jaskier took all of him in. He gasped as he moved back, and the base of the dildo pressed firmly against his cock. He slid out, still going painfully slowly, and paused.
Jaskier began to whine. "Geralt, don't teas- f-fuck!" Geralt slammed back in and gripped Jaskier's hips tight as he set a punishing pace, fucking in and out of the other man's tight, wet hole. Beneath him, Jaskier was whimpering and moaning incessantly, clawing at the sheets. Geralt groaned at the sight, and shoved at Jaskier's back to send him sprawling face-first into the pillows. Jaskier yelped, his breathing coming out erratically.
"Ger, 'm gonna come, I can't help it," he whined, muffled by the pillows, "Geralt, please, let me come? Please, please-"
Any further words were muffled by the loud shout Geralt made as he slammed into Jaskier one last time and came, his entire body shuddering. He fumbled to reach a hand between Jaskier's legs and get a hold of his cock, at the same time leaning over him to kiss his neck just how he knew Jaskier liked. Barely a second later, Jaskier was gasping through his orgasm, breath hitching on sobs and rutting against Geralt's fingers.
For a moment they lay together, Jaskier blanketed by Geralt's weight. As they caught their breath, Geralt felt Jaskier wriggle beneath him. He was on the verge of apologising for crushing him, when he heard Jaskier's breath stutter again.
He rolled over and pinned Jaskier to the bed so close their noses almost touched.
"You're insatiable, you know that?" Geralt said accusingly, and began kissing his way down Jaskier's chest. Jaskier smirked and nodded, as he slid his hands through Geralt's long hair, wrapping a segment around his fist.
“Oh, I know,” he said, breathily. “But you-” the rest of his words were lost to incoherent noises as Geralt’s mouth finally reached his target.
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More trans!Geralt fun👀💦
Full version here
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Hi guys <3
I thought to do another aesthetic for this year, pride version <3
Here we are with Trans!Geralt (ftm) and his boyfriend trans!Jaskier (ftm).
I love the idea of Trans!Geralt which he has known for the first time Trans!Jaskier and finally they got into world of acceptance, loyalty and respect.
I hope you like it.
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A relaxed, comfy, trans Geralt enjoying a good smoke for the wonderful @stonedgeralt 's birthday!
Been a longggg time since I painted over grayscale! I'll add the black and white version under the cut~
As always, Reblogs are highly appreciated! ❤️
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Fate had a sense of humor.
It was really the only explanation for the children of surprise he’d claimed over the centuries. Sure it wasn’t always a child. He’d received clothing, horses, food and a wide variety of other things.
But they were always boys.
After the twentieth boy he was honestly confused how their seemed to be so many women around and yet. Yet he’d not once received a daughter.
And then he did.
Except. Except he didn’t. He never got daughters. In the end he only got sons.
Which was convenient at least. He didn’t have to send them to Adele for the trials. Got to keep his sons safe. Well. Not safe. But close. Close at least.
Even if they were all little shitheads. Leave the damn forest bumblebees alone!
But by the time he found the mage’s child calling out for his mother - he’d never figured out which was kinder. The mothers who abandoned them or the ones whose Mothers raised pittance objections. Making them think they were wanted. That maybe if they ran home fast enough down the snowy mountain she might be waiting for them. It just ended in frostbite and heartbreak.
But by the time he found that little green eyed brown haired child with short messily cut hair he knew he had another son.
“Why do you call me son?” The child asked.
“Because I’ve only ever had sons.” He looked over at them, shivering despite his cloak bundled around them. “Do you want me to call you something different?”
“Have you had a lot of sons?”
“You are really old.” Rude. But accurate. “Eight sons?”
“More than eight.”
“More than twenty.”
“A hundred sons?”
“That’s fairly close.” He agreed.
“That’s a lot of brothers.”
“Hm.” He’d lost a lot of them over the centuries but, “That’s true.” They would have a lot of brothers. “Do they have a sister?” He tried again.
Their nose scrunched up and they burrowed further into the cloak, eyes slipping from his to the ground. “I don’t think so.”
“Do they have a sibling?”
They cocked their head to the side and considered before drawing the hood tight over their face and shaking his head. “Brother’s fine.”
“Well son. Do you have a name?”
“Moms not coming back for me is she?”
“No. She’s not.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Then why?” The question came from the tiny ball of his cloak. A passerby might think him a wadded piece of garment instead of a child.
He gathered up the bundle in his lap and resumed his steady stare into the fire like it might hold answers. It never had. But neither had anything else. “Because fate promised you to me son.”
“What if i don’t want to?”
“Then you can reject it.” He was the only one who could. “And you can try to go back to your mother.” Who left you by the side of the road. The bundle somehow shrunk tighter into itself. “Or you can come with me.”
“Are your sons nice?”
“No. They’re awful. Terrible little brats that start food fights and sneak out of their dorm rooms at night and don’t do their readings. Fate’s given me nothing but terrible sons.”
“And you love them?”
“Yes.” Not that that meant he could protect them. So many of them hated him for binding them to this life. But if they hated him then they were alive. And that’s what mattered. “Every last one.”
The fire crackled an popped and he watched the flames turn to smoldering embers as the boy swapped between silence and sobbing.
“Are you going to run?” He asked the bundle as dark fell.
“Will you chase me?”
“You’d die if I didn’t.”
“You are a terrible son.”
“Like all my brothers before me.” He sniffled undoubtedly getting snot all over his cloak.
He squeezed what was probably his shoulder. “Does my terrible son have a name?” He tried one more time.
“Have to fix that.” He chided.
“Parent are supposed to name their children. And she’s not my parent anymore.”
As if not wanting her love could be that easy. But “No. No she’s not. You’ve a new family now.”
A broken, messy, terrible family that would bring him a life time of pain and suffering. But a family. Which was more than he had now.
The little voice came again. “Parents name their children.” Oh.
“You can change it if you don’t like it.” He assured, shifting the bundle in his arms. “Let me see you or I’ll pick out something horrible like Vesemir.”
He lifted the hood revealing their green but red rimmed eyes. “Vesemir’s a nice name.”
“Well you can’t have it because that ones mine.” He sniffed him taking in his tiny soft cheeks tilting just barely into a smile and trying to imagine what he might look like after the trials. He couldn’t. He never could. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to just imagine.
He blinked and scrunched up his tiny face and repeated the name a few times. Testing it on his tongue.
“Geralt.” He finally agreed. “Unless i think of something better.”
“Right.” He squished the boy to his chest for a moment. “Let me sleep for a few hours before you run alright Geralt?”
He looked away not promising him anything.
He really didn’t know what he’d done to earn fates ire but she gave him nothing but terrible sons.
And he loved every last one of them.
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Things are hard, but they have many happy moments too.
Jaskier started out with a thyroid tumor here (which was more or less my modern take on the djinn) but things got complicated after that. There are also (here and there) little hints of what it means to be a witcher in that universe, but we will see if I get to draw more of that!
(the rest of the wolves are gonna be so pissed once they find out.)
This is still pre-relationship, since this is a flashback, but it’s also not an completely unknown quantity between them that they love each other. This somehow ended up being the slowest slowburn that ever burned, but with them (while not knowing for sure) also kinda recognizing what simmers there and in which direction they are moving.
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i wrote a thing
hi i love geraskefer and trans!geralt and this has both. also i basically stopped going to school in 5th grade so my writing kinda sucks sorry, okay bye.
Description: Trans!Geralt gets his period, is dysphoric and gets taken care of by his partners, also references creature!Jaskier and genderfluid/trans!jaskier. it’s not super heavy on the dysphoria because mine has always been very mild so i’m not an expert its just fluff.
Word count: 366 its a baby fic
Triggers: implied gender dysphoria, blood, mentions of food, geralt cuts himself on accident, talk of periods
Geralt was agitated, even more so than usual. It had gotten bad enough that even Ciri noticed, and Jaskier was determined to fix it.
He’s tried nearly everything, even conspiring with Yennefer, in order to figure out what was wrong, which has led them here.
Jaskier’s sitting in a small clearing near fire with next to Geralt, Yennefer has taken Ciri into their tent and he can hear them speaking quietly, Jaskier’s putting his lute away when he abruptly stops and sniffs the air, “Geralt, do you smell blood?” he questions, concerned.
“Fuck!” Geralt growls out, Jaskier looks over, and sees that he cut himself with his sword. Jaskier raises an eyebrow, Geralt never gets spooked by a question, and he most definitely isn’t clumsy. Geralt looks at him, “Oh, fuck off, I’m fine.” He grumbles.
Yennefer comes out of the tent, “As much as I hate to say it Geralt, Jaskier is right, there was a smell of blood even before you decided to try to chop off your fingers.” she sighs, clearly exasperated, “Hey!” Jaskier exclaims, “What wrong with me being right?” Yennefer glares at him and Jaskier promptly closes his mouth.
“You still have monthlies, don’t you?” Yennefer asks, an uncharacteristic softness to her voice.
Geralt hangs his head slightly and hums. Jaskier’s face goes soft, “Meltitle Geralt, I wish I knew…” Jaskier trails off, thinking of what helped him before, “Can I touch you?” Geralt nods in response and Jaskier immediately comes over to wrap an arm around him and comb his fingers through Geralt’s hair, Yennefer sits down on his other side and offers him a bite of an apple tart, Geralt’s well-known weakness regarding food.
“There’s nothing wrong for feeling the way you do, your our boyfriend and we love you.” Jaskier whispers softly, as Yennefer hand feeds him another bite. “Now, I personally think a cuddle pile with the cub is the most obvious course of action.” Jaskier adds, smiling. “I agree, but first we need to bandage that finger, because I’m not going to fix it if it gets infected.” Yennefer grumbles in annoyance, knowing just how many resources she’s gone through because Geralt refused to bandage something.
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Trans!Geralt!!!!!! HELLS YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes!!! Trans!Geralt!!! It was an idea that really started forming out of several discord conversations with @lovelyeskel, and a separate fic with Trans!Jaskier/Lambert that I’m pretty sure I got rid of. The Trans Geralt fic is about Geralt and Eskel going through training in Kaer Morhen, and falling in love as teenagers and how the additional mutations make some... changes... to Geralt’s body. It’s a lot of gender euphoria and body exploration, and it’s very soft, and features a Kid Lambert who likes to bitch about Vesemir.
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Trans Rep Witcher Art
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Trans Geralt shirtless by @jaybrogers
Trans nymph Jaskier by @jasxier
Trans Eskel cropped nude by @laurelnose
Trans Geralt in a bathtub by @jxthics
Trans Geralt in Jask OnlyFans AU childhood memories by @spielzeugkaiser
Trans Geralt in Jask OnlyFans AU top surgery recovery by @spielzeugkaiser
Trans Geralt Rights by @marbledgummies2
Fuck TERFs Geralt, Jaskier & Ciri by @spielzeugkaiser
Trans Geralt & Eskel training by @katthekitkatlord
Trans wolftaur Geralt & cervitaur Jaskier by @katthekitkatlord
Trans Geralt, modern au, still a witcher! by @silvipeppers
Trans Geralt, nude Jaskier & Geralt (not explicit) by @silvipeppers
Trans Jaskier and bonus siren Jask by @jasxier
Trans geraskier by @itsrapsodia
Trans Jaskier Nude on twitter by @pale-goblin
Trans Geralt in Jask OnlyFans AU by @spielzeugkaiser
Trans Geralt with Regis smut by @eredins-a-king-aint-he
Trans Geralt with Gaunter smut by @eredins-a-king-aint-he
If you have rec’s please send them my way!
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Question about Witcher mutagens and such:
If a child were to receive them before puberty, since they are presumably hormonal in nature to make a person sterile without killing off various organs, would they act as puberty blockers? I ask this because I’m thinking of trans Geralt being so relieved at never having to go through that horror---but then one day he starts feeling Hormonal and it takes like four months for him to realize Oh No
Puberty Round 2
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the lack of trans!geralt content when the trial of the grasses fjsjbfhdhfhs resembles magic hrt is a travesty okay
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Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Trans Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Established Relationship, Kaer Morhen's Fanon Hot Springs (The Witcher), Dubious Consent, Sexsomnia, Frottage, Frottage Sexsomnia, Enthusiastic Consent, thigh riding, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Light Dom/sub, Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Top Eskel (The Witcher), Fluff and Smut
Geralt has come for the winter to Kaer Morhen and he's excited to see Eskel. He's got a surprise for him, but before they can get to that, there is the small matter of Eskel's leg to deal with.
Hi! Few things that are a bit spoiler-y but still:
Geralt is trans in this fic, and as such I've used words to describe his genitals that might make some people uncomfortable (dick/ cock/ slit/ cunt).
Also, the dub con refers to one person grinding on the other in their sleep, waking up a bit embarassed, getting reassured before they both give explicit consent before going on to have sex (I've put the specifics in the tags).
I have at least one more chapter of this planned, and after that who knows.
It’s also the first thing I’ve written for The Witcher and about the second piece of fanfic I’ve written ever lmao
yennefer for my soul and body
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some geralt trans rights because i was feeling some trans rights after TDOV <3
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