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fangirlwithanxiety · 2 years
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I know it’s been said before, but I’ll say it again:
There is something so inherently funny about the way that Yennefer and Geralt have, at this point in twn, both looked at one (1) idiot bard and decided, ok, but he’s my idiot bard.
Likewise, Jaskier took one look at these two (2), extremely powerful and frightening people who are the best at what they do, and thought yeah, I’m just going to insert myself into their lives and never leave!
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leverage-ot3 · 3 years
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parker and jaskier are both on the same chaos spectrum, just different parts. no I will not elaborate
#EXCEPT FOR I WILL!!!#in the tags at least#so okay I just love characters with feral energy I guess I just realized and the thief and the bars hit it so well#jaskier is a bastard while simultaneously being baby#parker is a baby while simultaneously being a chaos demon#(they both have changeling energy you can’t change my mind)#this is probably gonna get stuck in my drafts but whatever#I just desperately want leverage x witcher overlap with fandom/fans#okay but hear me out: leverage witcher au#same characterizations of leverage characters but in the witcher universe#eliot is a witcher ofc. hardison is a mage maybe??? or a bard that follows eliot around singing songs of his greatness but is also very in#tune with brewing eliots potions and taking care of him. he is half elf but that’s a surprise#parker is either a fae changeling that imprints on them OR#a dragon. possibly borch’s daughter.#she collects shiny things and I adore her#someone write this verse pls I’m begging#of course they’re all semi immortal because they will live out their long lives TOGETHER goddamnit#yes i am on the nonhuman jaskier train. those boys DESERVE to live out eternity together and netflix forgot to age him so that’s their fault#okay but also consider this: immortal yen jaskier and geralt meeting parker hardison and eliot#parker hardison and jaskier hit it off IMMEDIATELY because feral and chaotic energy#geralt and yen and eliot watch with both horror and fondness#*me at my aus*: I just think they’re neat#the witcher#leverage#jaskier#julian alfred pankratz#parker#parker leverage#mine#leverage crossover
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youwinglessthing · 2 years
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hi i’m new here (witcher/jaskier and whatnot) so i was wondering if you had any fic recs 👀 (bonus for whump/hc) !! thanks!!!!
Hi, anon. And welcome to the fandom.
So... fic recs, eh? Considering that I have more than 400 bookmarks saved since the beginning of 2020 this would be easy-peasy... I am normal I promise But I tried to list my fav-fav here. The list turned out to be quite long, so I hid it partially under the cut (hope I haven't messed up with the links).
First, I will recommend some talented authors whose works I really enjoy. Just check their AO3 and I promise you will find some amazing and well-written Jaskier fanfiction.
whisperedstory– author has a lot of amazing angst/whump stories. But my personal fav is This Life That We've Createdseries, if you like found family feels you will enjoy this immensely.
kinneyb – this author has a lot of stories for every flavor – AUs, angst, fluff, humor, whump. Very interesting plots/ideas and solid writing.
didoandis– very beautiful writing. This author’s works have everything that Jaskier whump soul craves.
sospes – one of my favorite authors in the fandom. The Path Not Taken series is my all-time fav Jaskier fics. Also, there are some delicious steamy stories If you are into that.
PenAndInkPrincess– the author writes absolutely spectacular Jaskier and Geralt. Stories contain whump, angst, and a healthy dose of humor. I especially recommend fixing things, one jar at a time series (based on s2). But really check other works you won’t regret it.
And here’s the rest of my fic rec list (mainly geraskier)
Long read:
What Is Meant To Be (Always Finds A Way) by Constant_Crisis, MisterTiberius | Words:134,512 |mature| Oh, this beast of a fic has Jaskier whump, feral and protective Geralt, pining, chapter-based plot.
Kingdoms Come and Kingdoms Go, Rivers Run and Rivers Flow | Words:62,633 |teen| one of the best AUs in my opinion. Very interesting world-building, great side characters.
Cause with You, I'm More than Good Enough by DianaMoon | Words:67,654 |explicit| Jaskier whump of the delicious kind.
Valdo Marx Must Die by Maimat | Words:58,958 |mature| Interesting plot, well-written characters, whump. Love how the author portrays Jaskier in this one.
Shiningby Nemainofthewater | Words:57422 |gen| dragon!Jaskier AU which has angst, humor, found family and adorableness all around.
hear the cannons calling by ghostinthelibrary | Words:56,048 |explicit| Great AU with good characterization and interesting plot (covers Nilfgaard’s invasion and Ciri-finding drama)
One Blessing by Jana_C | Words:36,037 |explicit| non-human Jaskier, found family feels.
The Paths You Take by CosmicOcelot | Words:35,151 |mature| Wonderful found family fic.
Can’t you hear that scratching by SpaceBat (kuraikon) | Words:31,623 |mature| Jaskier acquired a creepy stalker. It goes as well as you can imagine.
Series:
Cats and Witchers, Oh Myseries by james | Words:31,952 |gen/teen| A quirky series of catshifter!Jaskier. If you need a dose of cuteness – this is the thing.
The Greensleeves Saga series by RebrandedBard | Words:36,618 |teen/explicit| this is very yummy geraskier fics
the roads we walk seriesby shellybelle | Words:78,043 |explicit| Wonderful AU of warlord!Geralt type. It has everything – Jaskier whump, great plot, angst, found family… yummy.
of bards and witches and witchers series by WriteThroughTheNight | Words:18,685 |teen| this is an AU where Jaskier is Yennefer’s brother. If you like Jaskier and Yen, this one would be the thing for you.
speak of destiny as if it was fixed series by Hirikka | Words:24,879 |gen| His Dark Materials AU/Fusion. This is an amazing take on that idea and well-written into TWN canon.
Other:
You are too well tangled in my soul by Samtree | Words:26,320 |teen| Another great time-travel fic
Suturesby mrhd | Words:20728 | teen | classical whump story with very graphic medical procedure
The Sevenfold Path by Star_flaming | Words:17,412 |gen| friendship, character study (in regards of Jaskier’s education)
in restless dreams i walked alone (the sound of silence) by august_embers | Words:16136 |teen| this story deals with some heavy mental illness themes
The Time Traveler's Bard by SweetestHoney| Words:15,445 |mature| beautifully written time-travel fic
A Long Walkby Goody | Words:15,546|teen| Jaskier whump and some good Jaskier&Geralt Dynamics
Hollow Chests by TheMadHatterOfficial | Words:14,349 |gen| Absolutely wonderful kid!Jaskier fic
Companionshipby ArliaDevi | Words:14,080 |teen| Another fandom classic. Jaskier and Geralt relationship from Ciri’s perspective.
Forget Me Not by im_fairly_witty | Words:11,731 |teen| well-written soulmate AU that will make you feel all the feels
blue by thanksroach (irnhero) | Words:11,810 |teen| AU with mer!Jaskier. Very cute and adorable.
until the blue ocean turns green by gravitational | Words:12,322 |teen| another great mer!Jaskier AU
starlight; star-crossedby julek | Words:10,396 |teen| Geralt gets jealous of a dog :D
i was burning up a fever (i didn't care much how long i lived) by petersnotkingyet | Words:4,141 |gen| silly and cute fic about Jaskier getting sick and withers’ overreaction
Calm Down? Geralt, You Are Kidnapping Me! by HappyJuicyfruit | Words:4,669| medieval social distancing Geralt style >:)
And Roses Suit You So | Words:8,056 |teen| book!Geralt has some words with twn!Geralt about Jaskier’s treatment
To Your Witchers by katie_elizabeth | Words:8,227 |teen| It was one of the first fics that I’ve read in the fandom. I didn’t even know who Eskel was back then, but I fell in love with him instantly :)
Two WIPs that I follow and hope that authors won’t abandon them
Jaskier, the Boy Witcher by Pineapplemoon | Words:55,290 |teen| I love familial bonding and this fic has it ten folds (Geralt adopts kid!Jaskier, plot woven into twn canon)
Without you, I'm Stronger, I'm no Longer filled with Wonder by Jassy | Words:81,739 |explicit| Eskel/Jaskier amazingness. Also, Jaskier as a proper count and guardian of 4 kids.
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innocentbi-stander · 3 years
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Alright we’re doing this, in the anticipation of season 2 I’ve been obsessing over the potential for a jaskier spin-off series
Like, obviously we need jaskier and geralt content, but can you imagine the sheer chaos, the opportunity for feral jaskier his own series would bring?
Some fun aspects might entail:
Plot ft. Spy/assassin jaskier casually causing chaos amongst courts and nobody putting the dots together that at every ball the great bard jaskier attends, somebody dies
Jaskier in a series of increasingly elaborate disguises, including a remarkably convincing noble lady that scares the shit out of Mousesack
Jaskier sneaking into Cintra to visit Ciri and tell her tales of witchers
A frankly insane number of sexual exploits that result in jaskier fleeing from many a town
Jaskier becoming grudging friends with Yen, bonding over their love of wine, bitching about geralt, and all the court gossip
The bard getting to show his own competency, even some badass assassin moments (I would 100% support jaskier having some kind of spy/assassin crew who all work together sometimes)
Jaskier starting many a bar fight (and finishing them, Melitele help him) over people shit talking witchers
A running gag of jaskier constantly avoiding geralt (post mountain of course) as the Witcher is apparently searching or st least asking after him
Jaskier accidentally swindling his way into some sweet sweet immortality from some increasingly ridiculous ways
Of fucking course we get to see the valdo Marx rivalry up close and personal, maybe jaskier even gets to take a swing at the smug bastard
I love the idea of jaskier having a network of completely bizarre people and creatures that he’s managed to befriend across the years
Just jaskier going on his own set of side quests and adventures, getting up to shit and all kinds of trouble, all the while looking fabulous along the way
Jaskier totally doing Fine without geralt, he doesn’t miss him at all, nope, nothing there to see
The dynamic duo of jaskier and essie (or Priscilla) fucking up oxenfurt
And we mustn’t forget the obscene potential of jaskier encountering other witchers, especially the other wolf witchers and the shit they could get up to without geralt’s knowledge
All in all now that I’ve thought about this I want it more than life itself, thank you for coming to my TED talk
If anyone would like to hear more of my ramblings in a part 2, let me know!
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jaskicr · 4 years
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geraskier soul animal au
soulmate au where people can shapeshift into the animal that best represents their soulmate, but the animal that represents jaskier is not a frail bird like anyone would expect (because deep down he’s fucking feral), which creates all sorts of angst and complications.
geralt can transform into a some kind of large, spotted cat, and he thinks that it’s fitting, that the soulmate of a witcher would have the ferocity and aggressiveness of a deadly predator.
jaskier can shapeshift into a white wolf (classic, i know) and he’s always looked forward to meeting his soulmate, who is undoubtedly fierce and loyal, and he’s pretty sure he’s half in love with them already.
when they meet in posada, jaskier begins to suspect that geralt might be his soulmate, so he starts singing about the white wolf.
after travelling together for some time, jaskier is pretty sure that geralt’s the one.
he’s deadly to his enemies, but loyal to those he cares for - roach is treated with the utmost gentleness, and jaskier is sometimes the recipient of his quiet affection.
and it fits geralt, the white wolf, the moniker jaskier has bestowed on him. something deep in jaskier’s soul just knows - his heart yearns for him, for his beautiful white wolf.
geralt, on the other hand, has no fucking idea. people don’t usually shift in front of those who aren’t their soulmate, so he has no idea that jaskier’s animal is a white wolf.
it doesn’t even cross geralt’s mind that jaskier might be his soulmate. his bard is loud and loving but breakable and fragile, and nothing like the big cat that resides deep inside geralt.
or so he thinks
yes, he sees the flashes of aggression when jaskier lunges at drunken men who insult him in taverns, his seething anger when people call geralt butcher, the small dagger he keeps tucked in his boot, but those moments, as much as they make his heart ache in fondness, are fleeting and geralt doesn’t dwell on them, doesn’t think they mean anything.
meanwhile, jaskier pines, wondering if geralt knows. maybe he does, and he just doesn’t want jaskier as his soulmate, and the lack of acknowledgement is geralt’s way of quietly rejecting him.
one day, when jaskier carelessly wishes for death on his bardic nemesis, there’s something about that which tugs at geralt, makes him wonder -
and then there’s yennefer, beautiful and lethal, unafraid to go after what she wants, and geralt thinks that maybe, maybe this fierce woman is his soulmate.
it would suit her - she’s feline in her grace, ruthless in pursuing her desires, and utterly, utterly deadly, and geralt thinks she might be the one.
so he binds them together - he’s waited so long, and he doesn’t want to lose her.
yennefer doesn’t know if they’re soulmates - she’s a sorceress, and their shifting is part of what they had to give up (and one of the things she wants to reclaim).
she doesn’t remember what animal she used to be able to shift to, but geralt looks at her with something like awe in his eyes, and she’s inexplicably drawn to him in a way she’s never experienced before.
so she doesn’t question it when geralt tells her they’re soulmates - she takes this revelation, grasps it desperately, telling herself that it’s possible, that she can take back what she’s lost.
when geralt tells jaskier that yen’s his soulmate, joy in his eyes that jaskier’s never seen before, jaskier’s heart breaks.
he thinks of his white wolf, and he wants to scream, wants to tell geralt that no, you’re mine, but he can’t.
jaskier has never seen geralt so happy before, and he doesn’t begrudge his friend, his love, his soulmate, the happiness he more than deserves.
over the next few years, geralt and yennefer meet every few months, and each time, jaskier’s heart breaks just a little more.
he drinks himself into oblivion, thinking about an unrequited bond, a white wolf who will never love him, the man who is jaskier’s soulmate but jaskier isn’t his.
on the mountain, borch tells yennefer that she will never regain her womb, that she’ll never have a soulmate.
yennefer is enraged. geralt’s my soulmate, she snarls, if that’s possible, you can’t tell me that my search for a child is futile
borch just looks at her sadly. you knew the risks when you chose to embrace your power, he tells her. chaos has a price, and you do not have a soulmate. geralt belongs to another.
yennefer is left shocked, upset. borch tells her about geralt’s wish, and she leaves, seething with fury at the witcher and anguish at what she may never reclaim.
she truly thought she’d gotten what other sorcerors had claimed was impossible, but apparently it had been nothing more than a djinn’s meddling, and it hurts to know that there isn’t a part of her soul out there, waiting for her.
your soulmate is still out there, and deep down, you know it, borch tells geralt. go. go find them. they are your destiny.
geralt is agonised. he thought he’d found his soulmate, but apparently he hadn’t, and he’d really thought she was the one.
he thought he’d finally found someone who was powerful, who could keep up with and and wouldn’t die on him - but it had been nothing more than wishful thinking.
he’s angry, angry at himself for so foolishly reaching out, for being so desperate for his soulmate that he’d deluded himself into thinking that yennefer was his.
then jaskier tries to talk to him, and geralt turns, a mixture of pain and anguish and anger swirling in his gut.
if life could give me one blessing -
jaskier leaves. his heart has been broken one too many times, and he can’t take it anymore. once he’s far enough, he shift and howls, a sound of pure grief and heartbreak, and runs down the mountain, determined to get as far away as possible.
the further jaskier gets, the deeper the hollowness in his heart becomes as he races away from his soulmate, but he persists.
he’d given his heart, offered it to geralt, who’d stomped on it in favour of another. jaskier can’t deal with that, not anymore. soulmates or not, he won’t let himself get hurt that way again.
geralt watches his bard walk away, and something in him tears apart, ripping open an abyss in his chest, and he wonders, he wonders.
i will write this but for now i just needed to get this off my chest. im not sure what big cat jaskier will be - im thinking a leopard or maybe a jaguar. leopards are more lean and agile and they’re more territorial, but jaguars have like the strongest bite out of all big cats, which just fits how inwardly aggressive jaskier is.
the idea of him being a big cat inside is inspired by @witchersjaskier whose fic on it is amazing!!
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fourmarkdove · 3 years
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Fawn - Part 4
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Title: Fawn - Part 3
Words: 3.2k
Summary: Yennefer confirms Geralt’s suspicions and a rift is created between you and the White Wolf. Angst. Suggested smut. Fluff. Hurt/comfort.
Pairing: Geralt x reader
Warnings: Suicidal ideation, miscarriage, abortion. If you’re triggered PLEASE skip ahead. Please check out the trigger warnings (tw:) in the tags!
A/N: Don’t blame me. It was that fricking wish! I’m not happy about it, either, but it’s canon. Comments welcome. Thanks for reading as always!
Like an expectant father waiting outside the delivery room, Jaskier paced just outside the tent while Geralt sharpened his sword near the fire.
“No. Get out before I portal you away,” Yennefer demanded yet again when the bard poked his head in and asked for an update. 
“She’ll come out when she’s ready,” the burly Witcher grunted. Another plume of purple smoke rose from the tent door and static sizzled inside. Jaskier began thinking of a verse that needed to rhyme with “plume.”
Wiping her hands, she emerged and motioned at Jaskier: “Watch her. Geralt, you’re with me.”
Sauntering across the way to her own much larger, and much more richly furnished tent, Geralt followed behind like a puppy.
“Well?”
“Well? Well, I saved her life, darling,” the raven haired woman smirked, turning to face him once they reached the foot of her lavish bed. Tossing aside the cloth, she twirled a finger and a dozen candles lit around the space.
He was not impressed by simple tricks. “What happened? It wasn’t just poison, was it? It was a curse.”
“Yes, my love,” she sighed, bored with conversation, so she lifted his shirt and ran both hands up his muscular torso, making the tense fibers just under his skin twitch. “I lifted it though.”
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Craning his neck low, he crushed his mouth to her plump lips. The relief and gratitude expressed in his kiss melted when feral heat took over. They were souls bound together by a wish he made years ago to save her life. As such they were drawn time and again to this exact moment.
She moaned, tugging at the ties on his breeches pressed against her stomach. Biting down on his bottom lip suddenly, she flattened her palms to his chest and pushed him back to the bed, intent on climbing him and claiming payment for a job well done.
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“So she’ll be able to travel soon?” Geralt huffed lazily, one arm under his head on the pillow. 
“You’re really taking her back to her father?” Yennefer sighed, playing with the glistening sweat droplets along the center of his chest.
“That’s the plan.”
“Well, if you do travel with her just have her take it easy the next few days.”
“Why?” He arched an eyebrow down at the naked woman still tangled up with him under the sheets.
“Well, she’s with child, Geralt. But the child is much smaller than it should be. She probably needs to see a real healer to have it dealt with anyway - given the circumstances.”
His brow furrowed sharply and he gripped her upper arms, dragging her off of him as he sat up. “Dealt with...?”
She sighed, running the back of her fingers down the sinews of his forearm. “Mm. She told me who the father is. I just went to his wedding just last month. It's a bad idea to show your new bride your bastard child. So yes… dealt with.”
“Wedding?” he mirrored, breaking into a cold sweat. “Did you tell her this?”
Yennefer shrugged and rolled over. “I alluded to it. Hmm. You know she may not need a healer on second thought. Baby isn’t well. Body might try to reject it after this, so watch for - where are you going?”
Stepping into his breeches, he glanced over his shoulder at the raven haired woman lounging in bed still. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“Why? Did you want to attend with me? The food was decent but the wine was weak. I so would have loved to have dressed you, though.”
His frustrated growl was not lost on her but she didn’t budge by the threatening sound of it. “She told me where you met. Geralt, I said I’d try to save her life but she’s your whore. I’ve done more than enough here, my love. If you leave this tent tonight, I’ll be gone by daybreak.”
He didn’t even have his pants tied before he stalked out of the tent barefoot into the dewy grass. Jaskier heard him coming from his own cot opposite yours. Finding it quite impossible to sleep anyway, he met the Witcher at the tent flap opening.
“That witch gave her something to sleep but it’s not quite doing its job,” the bard forewarned, touching Geralt’s shoulder. He held his friend back just a moment longer to catch his golden-eyed attention. “It’s not you she’s been calling for.” 
Jaskier excused himself, ducking past his friend breathing hard with his jaw clenched. Every muscle up the back of his legs and across his spine snapped into tension; the coppery scent of bloody cloths left on the table sent his senses into a frenzy the moment he stepped inside.
“N… no… n...” you moaned in your fitful sleep, writhing and grasping at the pillow under your head.
Cat eyes dilated in the near dark, his attention drew to the shadow of your body tucked under a thin blanket. In two strides, he dropped by your side and dragged the tear-soaked hair from sticking to your cheeks. 
Your head rocked back and forth on the pillow, your expression wrought with grief, one hand grasping at nothing but air until his fingers closed over it. 
He lifted his brows in the center, anguish lining his forehead. Your breathing came in hiccups, clearly crying in your nightmare.
“Wake up, little fawn,” he rumbled, pulling deep from within to sound calm so as not to frighten you. “Come on, wake up.”
“Ah…” Your legs shifted under the blanket and you inhaled deeply.
Your wet eyelashes flashed open, revealing still slightly ink-stained black tears rolling down your cheeks. “Where is he? Where’s Acheros?”
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Rolling his eyes at the sound of his name, Geralt backed up into the shadow of a tent peg. “That’s a good fucking question.”
“Why did he leave me in that horrible place?” You pressed, eyes bleary from tears, pain and exhaustion.
“Hmm,” he grunted, sitting back against the other cot.
“He said he’d always come find me. ‘Nothing in all of eternity could keep us apart,’ he said.”
Another frustrated grunt as Geralt sat back. As Jaskier stoked the flames of the fire outside, the walls of the canvas tent illuminated with flicks of orange light.
You stayed silent a long time, letting the length and breadth seep into your conscious thought. Curling up on yourself, you rolled over into the tent wall and away from the brutish man sitting in silence across from you. “Is it true? Did he - get married - without me?”
“Mmm,” Geralt hummed in the affirmative, dropping his head back as the reflected orange flames danced on the ceiling. He cursed under his breath. 
There is a screech a striga makes when you deliver that final death strike straight through its heart; the sound is horrendous up close. Because of their circulation system, it takes them a moment to go, all the while realizing they’ve met their end. And then there is the soft little squeak of a rabbit as its neck is being broken. It doesn’t understand what is happening to it and doesn’t expect the end.
Neither startled cry at their moment of death is as difficult to listen to as your trembling gasp and wailing sob at the exact moment your heart broke in two.
Snarling his upper lip in disgust, he planted a fist on the ground to stand up, but stilled hearing you speak into your own hands.
“But… this is his child. And... I’m his.”
“Fuck.” Geralt replanted himself and sighed harshly, rubbing his rough thumb of one hand into the palm of another.
“What?” you shuddered, glancing over your shoulder. “But I love him...”
“You’ve said,” he husked, glancing at the exit with an arched brow and a changed mind. Waking you from that nightmare, he actually considered taking you in his arms and comforting you with all of the strength he had in him. He was not particularly given to tender moments, but if you’d have asked, even whimpered, anything at all, he’d have moved heaven and earth to shelter you.
You turned away from his frustrated growling. “Where is he? He should be here.”
With a huff of rage, he lifted to his feet and took the one large step to the door. Rolling over, your torso twisted and you yelped at the sharp pain. “Ah - fuck! What -“
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“You were very sick,” he oversimplified, glancing behind his shoulder. “Yennefer…”
“Yennefer? She says she’s the ‘Love of your life’? I thought I was dreaming but she’s really real?”
“You should know Yennefer saved YOUR life.”
You mewled, ripped the covers down your thighs and tugged at your torn shirt, trying to find the source of the overwhelming pain.
Setting his jaw, he breathed deep and clenched his fist to keep from absolutely roaring at you. “You wouldn’t have survived - to be reunited with whoever this arsehole is, since that’s clearly all you can think about.”
It was neither his tone nor his words that shook you, rather the ache in your belly. “Something feels wrong.”
“As it should. Sleep.”
“Fuck you,” you spat holding your middle, getting up onto your feet much more slowly than he did. Bumping chests, you glared up at him. “You knew, didn’t you? You knew and you didn’t say a damn thing.”
Nostrils flared, patience dwindling, he looked over your head; he knew the second he glanced down and saw the pain in your eyes, it’d just add fuel to his  fire and one of the two of you needed to be levelheaded. 
“Not for certain until Yen told me a few minutes ago. Although I had suspected something like this when you told the story yesterday.”
Suddenly alert, you bolted toward the tent flap, but a heavy arm across the front of your shoulders blocked your way. Desperately, you reached both hands out. “Please! I need to go home. I just need to see him. He’ll explain and fix it.” 
Your pained gaze finally lifted to his, digging your fingernails into his forearm locked across your chest.
His sharp gaze narrowed. “There’s a reason he didn’t come back for you. Showing up on his doorstep, now, won’t produce the results you want, I guarantee you.”
“But - I did everything I was told to do,” you gasped, blinking back tears that spilled down your cheeks anyway. Dropping your head, the tears dripped freely onto the ground. Tilting your shoulders just slightly into him, you bumped your forehead against his chest and stayed like that a long while.
“I hate you...” you sniffled and hiccupped, speaking slowly, clearly drained.
“Mmph.” He grunted, holding the back of your bare neck.
The rage had worn around the edges like two fighters in the last round dragging their feet; both of you were slow to swing back.
“Come on,” he encouraged as gently as he could muster, thumbing behind your neck. “Lie down.”
He sighed, glancing down at your trembling, balled up fist thumping against his chest.
“I-I h-hate y-“ you sobbed, nosing into his chest. “I h-aate-“
“I know,” he grumbled, closing his hand around your fist. “You hate me.”
He rested his chin on your head and carded his fingers through your hair. Feverish tears eventually gave way to panting, then to soft breaths against his skin.
“What am I going to do?” you croaked, dragging your fingertips down his spine, releasing the muscles you’d been clawing into. “I don’t know what to do.”
“The first thing you’re going to do is get some rest,” he graveled overhead. Not giving you a second to protest, he collected your wrists from behind his hips and drew you back to your cot, throwing open the covers with his free hand.
“I don’t want to sleep,” you whined, giving him a side eyed glance.
“Lie down and count geese then,” he huffed, clearly not budging on it.
With a long sigh, you crawled in and curled up, pressing your face down into the pillow. Your eyes closed when the blanket rugged up over your shoulders.
Hearing your voice just barely mumbling into your pillow, he came down onto a knee and tilted his head. 
“Hmm?” he graveled just above a whisper. “You don’t mean that. … No, you don’t. … Hm? Fine, I will. Sleep.”
Settling down cross legged, he reached over the short expanse between you and the edge of the cot. As promised, he smoothed over your hair, and hummed a deeply soothing tune, the one he’d sometimes hum to Roach when she was being groomed. 
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A Wound to Heal finale
Yeah it hurt me too, fam. I promise it has a happy ending, though. This is me we’re talking about, after all.
tw: blood, major character almost-death
also yes I used a quote from Peter Pan. It’s my favorite thing in the whole world and I can and will fight God about it.
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“Jaskier, please!”
The bard did not wake. 
His eyes did not open. 
He did not crack a joking, tired smile and apologize for being such a hassle on the road nowadays. 
He remained stock-still and barely breathing; he lay like a life-sized porcelain doll in the Witcher’s unusually tender embrace, his head lolling back and cascading his hair across his forehead. If they were not in such dire circumstances, Geralt might have paused his rush to observe and appreciate how such a tall, muscular man could look so dainty and fragile at any given moment. 
But they were in dire circumstances, so Geralt whistled for Roach to follow and made his way quickly to the edge of the woods, where he could look after his injured companion without the threat of anyone else attempting to intervene. 
He needed to get Jaskier stabilized. Needed to keep him from bleeding out. Needed to...he needed to… Fucking hells, there’s no way he’s going to die like this. Not like this; Jaskier deserves to go out old and surrounded by family, knowing how loved he is. Geralt steeled himself and made a quick decision, he needs to know how loved he is now, before he disappears forever or loses the will to hold on.
“I love you!” Geralt blurted. He pressed a few quick kisses to the bard’s brow as he broke through the treeline and into the forest proper. “You can’t die on me yet, bard. Not until I get to say it to your face.”
“You did,” Jaskier breathed. It was barely a hint of a sound. Without his Witcher senses, Geralt probably wouldn’t have heard his companion’s comment at all. “Now I can go out of this world with a happy spirit.”
The Witcher released a pent-up, feral snarl of emotion and clutched the bard tightly against his chest. His hand accidentally pressed against the knife-wound and Jaskier cried out, his shoulder wrenching up and away from the unexpected flash of pain. Geralt froze in place, his eyes wide and apologetic as he panicked. 
Why did he always seem to hurt the people he loved most!? 
He dropped to his knees and laid Jaskier against the base of a large oak. His hands fluttered around the man’s shoulder as a trickle of blood leaked from the soaking bandage. “Let me go, Geralt.”
“I can’t!” the Witcher practically shrieked. He was broken, panicking, and his heart was aching so strongly he felt as if...as if… Geralt looked up into his best friend and companion’s heavily-lidded blue eyes and asked: “Am I the one who broke your heart, Jaskier?”
The bard smiled sadly. He moved one unsteady hand up to unwrap the bandages from around his own injury, weakly batting Geralt’s hands away when the concerned Witcher tried to stop him. “It’s no use, dear heart. I am as good as a ghost.”
“Jaskier, please,” the Witcher begged. He was babbling pleas and prayers and perhaps even spells under his breath as he rushed to change the dressings. “Please don’t leave me. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if you were gone.”
“You’ll be fine,” Jaskier whispered. His lids had begun to droop closed again. The bright, summery shade of blue in his irises was fading; the light behind his eyes was flickering out. Every inward breath seemed to rattle his chest and every exhale seemed to pain him somehow. Still, he was breathing, and that meant he could be saved. He patted Geralt’s arm comfortingly and smiled. “Kiss me goodbye?”
Geralt did as he was asked, gathering the bard onto his lap and supporting the back of his head with one enormous palm. He leaned down and pressed their lips together, tasting death as it came for his bard. “Don’t say goodbye, Jaskier. I know how you feel about saying goodbye.”
“Saying goodbye means leaving, leaving means going away, and going away means forgetting,” the bard winked. It was a quote he used often when they parted ways. He always insisted that Geralt say until next time instead. It gave them both a sense of peace even if their reunion wasn’t always guaranteed. 
A Witcher’s life was one of uncertainty. The only real certainty they did have was of a gruesome and lonely death. 
Geralt pressed a hungrier, far more urgent kiss to the bard’s yielding pink lips and found Jaskier smiling back, using whatever little energy he still had to tell his Witcher how much he loved and cared for him. Even in the throes of death, Jaskier did his best to be selfless.
A single tear dropped from Geralt’s golden eye and landed in the hollow at the base of the bard’s throat. Jaskier felt it land and his eyes sprang open again. “Geralt...can Witchers cry?”
“No. It’s impossible.”
“Then how...”
“I love you. Love can do the impossible, isn’t that what you’re always writing about in ballads?” the white-haired Witcher growled out. He felt like he was going to throw up. How could Jaskier be so calm and accepting?
“For me, the impossible was staying by your side for decades even when you loved Yen more. When you loved Essi more. When you showed affection to Triss, who manipulated and hurt you, but not to me who had stayed by your side and endured torture and ridicule for you. I have done the impossible every day and it has broken my heart a thousand different ways but Geralt...”
The bard’s pointer finger dipped beneath the Witcher’s chin and tilted his tear-streaked face up again. He kissed the frown-creased forehead of his only true love and beamed encouragingly. 
“Geralt, it’s healing.”
“Wh-What?”
“My heart is healing, now. And so is my arm.”
Jaskier was right. The death-smell in the air was gone. The bard’s heart was beating more firmly in his chest. His breathing already sounded easier. 
“It was me? All you needed this whole time to heal was...me?”
“It’s always been you, Geralt of Rivia. My White Wolf. My handsome and caring and courteous and knightly and stoic Sir Witcher. My love.”
“And may I...may I have you?”
“Just as it has always been you for me, my dearest heart, I have always been for you.”
And they kissed again. And again. And again.
For years and years.
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threephasebird · 4 years
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Listen I can’t stop thinking about an AU where the plot of The Witcher plays out as a really long session of Dungeons and Dragons. Yennefer and Geralt (who take their adventures seriously, thank you very much) are really annoyed when Triss announces that she has invited someone to join their group for a test run  because what if he sucks? What if he screws up this whole plot line they’ve been building up to for months? Triss just shrugs because she’s the DM and -- to be completely honest -- feels like their group could do with an addition. It’s just...hard sometimes to actually progress the plot when Geralt always take five hours to loot every room and “secure the perimeter” and Yen always leaves Geralt’s paladin to do the boring monster fighting while her warlock ends up in side quests Triss has to make up on the spot (it’s incredibly charming, but Triss wouldn’t say that out loud). Granted, Ciri’s barbarian brings some badly needed chaos to their adventures from time to time, but Yen and Geralt usually still manage to stay 100% on track and in character. And that guy who asked her if he could join (or, rather, he practically invited himself) -- well, not only does he buy bouqets in Triss’s flower shop twice a week, but he also serenated her once with his guitar when he spotted her on the underground, so he’s bound to be fun in a D&D session.
Cue Jaskier showing up in Triss’s apartment for their next session and Yen and Geralt simultaneously narrow their eyes because of course he not only plays a bard, no, he plays a bard who can play the lute AND the bagpipes and puts way too much emphasis on his intimidation stats. Ciri, in turn, loves it. Yen and Geralt probably end up five rooms behind while Jaskier and Ciri rush ahead with their strategy being something along the lines of Triss: “You open the door to a dark room” -- Ciri: “I go directly into battle rage” -- Jaskier: “I say ‘Anyway, here’s Wonderwall’, shred the chords on my lute and scream at the top of my lungs to intimidate whatever is inside”. And the thing is, Geralt is so fucking charmed by that. So charmed indeed that he doesn’t pick up on Triss telling him several times to, please, just roll for perception, and ends up walking alone right into a nest full of undead, and then, to top it all off, Jaskier saves the campaign by doing some wild bullshit with his lute, charisma, a bluff, and a nerve-wrecking sequence of alternatingly rolling ones and twenties. Yen is begrudgingly impressed but still votes against letting him join permanently on principle. She’s overruled.
So it becomes a permanent thing, and Ciri is so here for that because seriously, her dad and his friends need to have some fun from time to time and to be quite honest, so does she, and Jaskier constantly entangles the group in the most absurd tangent adventures. (Triss: “You enter the dragon’s lair.” Jaskier: “I tear my shirt open and let out a feral scream.” Triss, sipping ice tea with a straw: “Roll for intimidation.”) Yen’s warlock constantly makes snide remarks against Jaskier’s bard (Jaskier: “18.” Triss: “The dragon retreats further into the cave, seemingly scared of your naked torso.” Yen: "Valid of him.”), but then after one session, they end up on Triss’s balcony sharing a bottle of wine and realising they actually get along really well. (Their characters still hate each other because they both thrive on playing out petty insults -- “The crows feet are new”). Meanwhile, Triss is pining even harder for Yen because she’s so quick when it comes to solving her riddles and always has an unconventional suggestion for how they should progress (and once or twice nearly lets the entire party die in order to get to some treasure). And then Triss gives her bunny slippers for her birthday as a joke because she always shows up at her place in a full on goth look and those shoes can’t be comfortable, and Yen ends up wearing them every time, and Triss needs all of her focus to think about the campaign and not about how cute she is. And then Yen and Jaskier are yelling insults at each other again and normally, she would interrupt, but Triss is too absorbed by the flush and genuine joy on Yen’s face and -- yeah, fuck.
And Geralt... well, for starters, he has to admit that the game sometimes moves too fast for him now with Jaskier and Ciri venturing off constantly and Yen’s character becoming increasingly chaotic (and ruthless), but it’s fun, and he could probably follow along better if he wasn’t constantly distracted by how Jaskier beams when he rolls a twenty and laughs when he’s managed to intimidate or charm or convince yet another NPC to follow along with his latest bluff and constantly flirts with the innkeeps and frowns when they walk into an ambush and almost fucking lets his bard die in order to save Geralt. And then, the next time, when Geralt saves him from an attack in turn, he bats his eyes at him and says, “OooOh Geralt, does that mean you like me?”
...Does it? Hm. But then Geralt cracks a dry joke one day when he and Jaskier encounter a Doppler and Jaskier is the first one to laugh, and when Ciri spills the beans to Jaskier about how the paladin’s official last name is du Haute-Bellegarde Jaskier just smiles and winks and slides over his own sheet that reads Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove. And he can spend hours with him talking about their characters’ backstory and Jaskier is so creative and, fuck, one day he brings an actual lute when they’re playing and has written a song, in character. And maybe (really, really badly) Geralt wishes that Jaskier’s bard wouldn’t just flirt with Geralt’s paladin but also...maybe...Jaskier with Geralt. 
That’s probably why Geralt can’t help but blush whenever their characters interact, and, goddamnit, probably the entire party has picked up on his crush by now. (Ciri has, definitely. She once took a sneaky photo of Geralt’s lovestruck face when he was watching Jaskier and Geralt had to chase her through their apartment to get her to delete it, which was hard, because she’s picked up doing parkour lately.) In the end, it takes Yen telling Jaskier (over another bottle of wine) that she refuses to play with them again unless Jaskier does something about it because she’ll be damned if she has to watch Geralt pine away silently for another eight hours in a row, thank you very much. She and Triss are watching from the balcony as Geralt, in his yoga pants and flip flops, awkwardly walks Jaskier to his bike down on the street, carrying his guitar case for him. And Jaskier is nervously rubbing his fingers together and scurrying from one foot to the other and finally (finally) says something they can’t hear. (Geralt nods enthusiastically, though.)
“Thank god”, Yen says, leaning over the balcony dramatically in her black dress and shimmery eyeshadow and bunny slippers and her hair is flowing in the wind and, yes, Triss is listening to what she’s saying. “Finally we’ll be free of this excruciating ordeal. I wouldn’t have survived another day have to witness it.” “Yeah?”, says Triss because her mind might be slightly blank. “Yeah”, Yen scoffs. “Dating in your D&D party, what a horrible idea.” Then she turns her head slightly to look at Triss and Triss’s heart skips a beat when she realises she’s grinning at her. “Unless...?”
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kueble · 3 years
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5 times Jaskier does something incredibly stupid and 1 time Geralt does? /witcher-and-his-bard ❤️❤️❤️
1. Asking too many questions too quickly and Geralt just shuts down and doesn't talk for the rest of the night.
2. Caught in an alcove at the party he's playing at, the lord's son on his knees sucking him off (he's like 20 so no age worries).
3. Rushing into a fight, going absolutely feral as he uses the dagger Geralt gifted him. He manages to fend off the rotfiends long enough for Geralt to get his sword and get back in the fight, but he definitely gets hurt.
4. He hits of Vesemir and it doesn't go well.
5. He gets absolutely shitfaced and starts complaining about how much Geralt loves Yen, starts a fight, and passes out halfway through.
+1. Geralt catches a very hungover Jaskier trying to slip away because he's embarrassed and having his life. He tries to stop him but his words won't work right so he ends up using the amulet Yen gave him in case of emergencies and summoning her. She tells them both what idiots they are, reams out Geralt for interrupting her important research (spoiler she was in bed with Triss), and leaves them to sort it out.
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gaysofzaun · 4 years
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So @dinahdarling and @witchertrashbag made a post about Jaskier and Vesemir and there was another post about Jaskier in Kaer Morhen being an absolute slut for Witcher’s, and Vesemir’s casting was announced which either inspired it or just fanned the flames and I started to bullshit in the tags of one of my posts and found out there was a tag limit…
which turned into me this half head canon half story mess about Geralt bringing Jaskier to Kaer Morhen after he finds Ciri but before they confess any feelings…
this is an incoherent mess and not at all what i normally write but I couldn’t get the idea of it out of my head and I’m writing another serious geraskier fic so i need it out and here we are, we’re dying like men in this Chili’s tonight
....
Jaskier flirts with Vesemir as soon as he sets eyes on the older Witcher, he gets that cheeky smile like a cat that’s spotted a dish of cream. Vesemir, the old bastard, just chuckles, good natured. The old Witcher finds the bard absolutely charming and to the shock of everyone in Kaer Morhen, Vesemir flirts right back.
It sets a precedent for their relationship. Jaskier flirts, lays it on real thick, and Vesemir gives it right back. He likes to listen to Jaskier sing older songs, historical ballads and such and Jaskier loves to hear Vesemir’s stories.
“He’s much more eloquent than you are darling.” Jaskier tells him after the first week, transcribing his notes on sheets of spare parchment he’d filched from the library, already more comfortable in a castle full of witchers than he has any business being. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, he is! When I ask him to elaborate he does so in more that’s two syllables!”
He listens with rapt attention and Vesemir enjoys the feeling of those bright blue eyes.
Makes him feel young again he says, while Lambert pukes exaggeratedly over his shoulder.
Jaskier and Eskel fuck after the first month.
Geralt‘s out for morning meditation with Ciri and Vesemir and on his way down to the courtyard he sees jaskier slip out Eskel‘s door looking sleep warmed and ruffled, love bites all along his neck and chest and thighs.
Eskel’s a biter and Jaskier writes a drinking song about it.
and Geralt feels… funny about it, he can’t concentrate enough to slip into a meditative state, he’s jittery. Ciri asks him if he’s ok, he doesn’t know
he has to excuse himself when Eskel finally joins them looking so satisfied and loose and smirking into the middle distance and Geralt’s chest floods with … something vicious. It happens so suddenly he shocks himself out of it and doesn’t really know what happened
When it happens again, they’re all getting drunk over a big roast hog that geralt and eskel hunted in the valley to mark the changing of the seasons (minus Ciri, but Eskel and Lambert let her have sips of their ale when they think Geralt isn't looking) when Jaskier and Lambert disappear for a bit
Geralt looks up from his conversation with Vesemir and they‘re gone and he just stops and goes a little cold in his gut, then there they are
Lambert looks extremely satisfied, eyes lidded, unhurried, and jaskier’s looking very smug indeed and then and then the little shit looks fondly irritated when lambert fucking whispers something in his ear.
It’s too low for Geralt to hear, but it must be funny because Jaskier just smacks him playfully and Lambert laughs and Geralt wants to break everything. Then Ciri is asking him if he’s ok and Jaskier looks over at him and there’s concern in those blue eyes.
Geralt is not ok
it all comes to a head when Lambert says some dumb shit in the training yard. It’s harmlessly cocky. Just Lambert being Lambert.
Jaskier is fucking lounging on the ruins of the crumbling wall above the yard, long lines warming in the sun and loose shirts with plunging necklines to reveal the beginnings of his chest hair.
It’s distracting. Geralt tries not to look at him too hard.
He’s plucking through a new song, trying different lines and tunes over and over in different ways. The familiar sound is pleasant, it helps him focus on his movements as he demonstrates his footwork for Ciri as he spars with the two witchers and Lambert says something, too low for Ciri to hear, but Geralt can hear him just fine, about shutting the bard up for a little bit , something about using that pretty mouth for other things
and eskel, fucking eskel, makes that low appreciative ’mhmm’ noise and geralt goes fucking feral, suddenly it’s not training, that ugly feeling is back, the one that makes him want to break things and he’s got a sword in his hand, adrenaline high. He nearly slices lambert open before Vesemir‘s grabbing him and shoving him and shouting at him to take a fucking walk
meanwhile ciri is just standing there with the dummy and her wooden sword, eyes wide, grip slack. Jaskier‘s playing has stopped, the bard is looking at him with his blue eyes wide with shock and concern, Lambert’s yelling, asking him what his problem is and Eskel is just staring at him, with that knowing look, and it’s too much.
He storms off. Jaskier, inevitably, follows and Geralt ,inevitably, says some terrible things,
but unlike with the dragon and Yen, there isn’t a monologue about how much he hates Jaskier. Geralt is very aware that he very much doesn’t hate the bard, but there are feelings clawing at his chest and lodged in his throat that he doesn’t know what to do with. Doesn’t know who they’re directed at or why, just that it settles at the sound of Jaskier’s voice and he’s a little more focused
Jaskier however is a man on a mission and he intends to get to the bottom of all this emotional constipation and get the brute to express his feelings. He pokes and prods and pulls at Geralt until the poor Witcher is a stammering and confused ball of frustration and anger and poorly phrased feelings.
“Are you angry?”
“Yes! …No… I don’t know.”
“Well you’re clearly worked up about something, you nearly tore Lambert’s head off. So what is it?”
At the mention of Lambert that blind, directionless Something flares again, Geralt sneers, “You worried I bruised your toys?”
“My toys?”
“Don’t worry, little bird, Witcher’s heal quickly. He’ll be back in working order for you by tonight.”
“Working order? Geralt, what are you talking about?”
There’s some implied slut shaming (Jaskier: Excuse me, I do NOT fuck every man and woman I see! Geralt: Not for lack of trying! Jaskier: SOO?!WHY DO YOU CARE WHERE I STICK MY DICK? Geralt: CAUSE IT ALWAYS ENDS UP WITH ME HAVING TO CLEAN UP YOUR MESS!), Geralt expresses an acute frustration with the cut of Jaskier’s shirt collars, and implied regret of ever bringing Jaskier to Kaer Morhen,
“Well then why did you bring me here in the first place if you hate me and my slutty slutty shirts that damn much!?”
“I don’t hate you Jaskier, I brought you because I-“
And the truth hits him a split second before he can stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. Geralt nearly chokes on his spit he stops talking so fast. His face goes red and,,,
Oh no
no that wont do at all.
Without a word he turns on his heel and flees,
He spends the rest of the day out in the valley with Roach trying to get himself under control.
When he comes back it’s to Vesemir standing arms cross in front of the entrance to the keep. He warns him, the whole of Kaer Morhen, and the Rock trolls that live in the caves below, heard his argument with the bard. They all agree, Geralt is being, as Lambert put it, ‘a big warty Cyclops dick’ and he needs to ’unclench and get his colossal bag of issues under control before he fucking kills one of us’. Also Lambert‘s words.
Geralt doesn’t say anything. Vesemir just sighs “You better prepare one hell of an apology, Wolf.” and leads him inside.
Everyone is settling in for dinner. It was Lambert’s turn to cook so the entire keep smells like garlic and spices (every Witcher has a hobby, something to occupy them in between monster hunts. Geralt likes card games, Vesemir likes to collect rare coins, Eskel likes to knit, and Lambert likes to cook).
They all look up when he comes in. Eskel is quiet, he has that knowing look in his eye. Lambert glares, “Welcome back, sour puss, your little tantrum ruin your appetite?”
Geralt has his customary ‘eat my ass Lambert’ on the tip of his tongue, but he pauses, looks at Ciri who looks at him reproachfully from Jaskier’s other side. Jaskier looks up at him with those blue eyes and Geralt feels something settle in his gut.
He knows he’ll be forgiven, but he cannot take that for granted. Vesemir is right. He better give the bard one hell of an apology. And then never fucking do that shit again.
He looks back at Lambert.
“Smells good.” and he takes the empty seat on Jaskier’s left.
It’s as close to an apology that Geralt and Lambert will ever get between them, and the other Witcher wont admit it, but the compliments on his food make him feel all tingly inside.
Later, when Jaskier, Ciri, and Vesemir are all asleep, the boys break out the Mahakaman Spirit and drink it straight from the bottle. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
“You know.” It’s not a question.
Eskel shrugs and takes another drink, “Didn’t before today. Don’t think you did either. I’ll admit I had my suspicions, you guys act like an old married couple, but he seemed pretty convinced you didn’t have feelings for him. If I’d known before I wouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
Lambert snorts, he’s starting to slur his words. “I not. Get your shit together Geralt, cause if you don’t fuck him I will… again.”
Eskel nods with more enthusiasm than is really necessary considering the circumstances and Geralt doesn’t slam his head down on the table but it’s a near thing. Instead he just sighs and pours himself another drink.
Geralt get’s his shit together. Not that night,, but eventually.
That night, bolstered by a few more bottles and Eskel and Lambert’s encouragement, Geralt makes it all the way to Jaskier’s door before loosing his nerve and realizing that maybe stumbling drunk and dumb into the bard’s bed chambers in the middle of the night isn’t the best way to start an apology.
So he just goes to bed.
He asks Ciri the next day, or more Ciri volunteers her opinion. They’re in the library, pouring over books pulled for them by Vesemir (the old Witcher took one look at Geralt and the others battling their hang overs at the kitchen table and declared today an exercise in theory), detailing the different subspecies of Drowners when she brings it up.
“So, have you apologized to Jaskier yet?” She catches him by surprise in the middle of an explanation about the effectiveness of the Axii and Igni signs when fighting Drowners. He pauses.
“Not yet. He always sleeps past breakfast.”
“Are you going to?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“I don’t know... Why are you so interested?”
“I don’t like it when you two fight. It doesn’t happen a lot,, but when it does Jaskier only sings sad songs and it makes everyone else sad.” A pause, “Plus, I have nothing better to do, nothing interesting ever happens around here.”
Geralt laughs at that, “Witcher training that boring to you?”
She gives the comically large book in front of her a pointed look ,”Yes.”
After a few more questions and answers and rapid fire quizzes on the differences between mucknixers and drowned dead, Ciri speaks up again,
“Take him on a picnic, bards love picnics.”
She says it with the kind of finality that only children can muster that Geralt can only nod and they start planning.
Geralt apologizes before dinner, pulls Jaskier aside and asks for his forgiveness. “You already had it Geralt, you knew that.” And he takes Jaskier out to finish dinner atop one of the high towers in the keep with a bottle of erveluce under his arm. He and Ciri had cut their studying short and spent the afternoon dodging Vesemir to set up the picnic before hand. In retrospect it was a very good exercise in stealth and evasion.
There are candles and an old tapestry they found draped across the stones. It’s disgustingly romantic. Jaskier calls him on it. Geralt is embarrassed, but he stammers out his apology and his confession without too much interruption.
“I’m sorry I called your shirt slutty… I don’t think it’s slutty… it’s a nice shirt.”
“Thank you , Geralt. I appreciate how hard that must have been for-”
“And I don’t hate you… I brought you to Kaer Morhen because…. Because… you were the first person I thought of when… I wanted you here… with me… I.. love you, Jaskier. Been shit at showing it but I do, have for a long time, and I… don’t… want you … sleeping with anyone else anymore. Just… just me.”
And then Jaskier jumps his bones. The end.
Lambert is only a little jealous.
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The Witcher: Musical – THE REVIEW PART 2
Part TWO of the review slash summary is here :D!
1. The Last Wish, continued. We see Yen at first, singing about being called a whore by the local priest, about the local counselors badmouthing her and calling a slut, about local women spitting at her feet and calling her a bad witch. She then proceeds to sing about their hypocrisy, about women coming to her for help with abortion, about those men still dreaming about her body etc. We then have her being hungover and sleeping and Geralt coming in with apple juice. I have to say, Yen was made much more licentious, angry and cruel than she was in the books (you’ll see in the next short story, we’ll get to that in a moment). Also, having her walking on her tippy toes the whole time – especially after drinking – made her look alcoholic, because she was losing her balance a lot :D. Like, I think the director didn’t like Yen too much, given that even though her dialogues were straight from the books, she felt like a much meaner Yen. I guess she really was playing the Ice Queen there ;).
Alright, so Geralt came to her, she asked him questions, he dared be as sarcastic as in the books, and so Yen threw a spell at his ass :D. So ofc Geralt got a bit more humble and explained about Jaskier and the djinn. The djinn picked Yen’s attention, but she told that they were to bathe first. Like before, all the dialogues were straight from the books. Then they bathed (separately), Geralt boasted about driving the djinn off with the “exorcism”. He repeated the words, and Yen LOST IT. She started laughing, unable to stop, and Geralt was so adorable, because he wasn’t sure if he should laugh as well, or if he was being laughed at, and I was dying. Finally, Yen told Geralt that he told the djinn to go fuck itself, so Geralt snorted at that as well. Then Yen took Geralt back to where Jaskier was (at a tavern) through a portal after reassuring our stressed out witcher that her portals were safe.
Remember how in the books Yen gave Jaskier a dream about his wishes coming true so could heal while having pleasant dreams? Hahah, yes, so we had that dream. Jaskier was alone in the center of the stage, terrified and crying for Geralt. Suddenly, something hit his head and he dramatically dropped to the ground, announcing that he was surely killed and playing a funeral march for himself on his lute. The audience lost it, haha. Our bard is so extra. Then he realized that he wasn’t actually dying, so he got up and discovered that it was a letter that had hit him in the head before. He picked it up, excited that maybe it was an invitation to fuck from a woman, and then- he couldn’t read it because he was holding it upside down, haha. He realized his mistake, started with “Dear Master Jaskier” or something like that, and went “awwwww!” xddd I tell you, that bard stole the show :D. Anyway, it was a letter from his Countess de Stael, telling him that Valdo Marx was dead and she was awaiting him. Jaskier got so happy, and then he started singing about putting women in categories of being nice, not so nice and very nice when it comes to fucking them (another quote from the books), and “maybe that’s offensive to somebody, but it’s poetry’s role to tell the things others are silent about”. He was dancing and flirting with the girls in his dream (one – not so nice – kneed him between his legs xd), and Yen just… stood to the side, watching his dream AND JUDGING HIM SO HARD xd.
Then the dream ended and we were left with Yennefer performing a healing spell on unconscious Jaskier and Geralt fretting next to her. At some point, Jaskier reached up and squeezed Yen’s breasts. When she moved away, he continued to feel up air :D. Yen went to Geralt, focusing on him because she was putting him under her spell. Geralt fought against it, but lost. She wanted to punish him for judging her earlier (another quote from the books), and Geralt called her a scorpion (Chireadan’s quote) while Yennefer mocked Geralt that he – for Jaskier – would lick her shoes and… other parts of her if she so demanded :D. The spell took a complete hold on Geralt and we – finally – got to see him attacking the town people guilty of insulting Yennefer. Then he was in jail, being beaten, having his captor burst with his second wish… It was so funny because when Geralt freed himself, the other guards were so scared of him, hahah xd. Not that it’s any wonder why ;D. Geralt ran back to Yennefer after meeting Jaskier and he tried so hard to tell her that he had that third wish, but Yen wasn’t allowing him to finish his sentence, instead talking over him and urging him to run and get to safety because she was struggling with the djinn. She opened a portal to push Geralt through it, but he grabbed her with himself, and we got that wonderful sequence of Geralt and Yen fighting and kicking each other as they crashed through the portals. They also crashed an uptight party, got asked about their invitations and Geralt started to check his pockets, haha. Yen started to argue and yell, Geralt apologized for her, our polite witcher, then both of them had their fun, ahahah, chasing the guests of that party together and scaring them. The man in charge commented on it, telling us that he was going to complain about them and portals to the council of mages! Oh no, it didn’t exist. To the court! Oh no, it didn’t exist either. It was commentary on the political state of our country (yep), so it was fun :D
Finally Yen and Geralt got back, and we got that glorious exchange. Yen: “SAY YOUR LAST WISH SO I CAN CAPTURE THE DJINN!”. Geralt: “YOU BROKE MY RIB!!!” The djinn attacked again, and Geralt – so politely! – told his last wish, and we got that beautiful scene from the books with Yen being touched, and soft, and telling Geralt that he condemned himself to her. Then they made love, and, um, we had Jaskier’s commentary on it, haha, telling us how they were delicate and tender with each other even though they weren’t delicate and tender people but they were willing to learn :D. So a quote from the books, but jesus, Jaskier, stop being a perv and watching your best friend have sex :D
2. After that, we had “A Shard of Ice”. It was the most shortened down short story and most symbolic. Geralt was put by Yennefer into a horse-mill that symbolized their relationship. Geralt wasn’t talkative for the first time, just giving short answers to Yen, and they- they were talking about Yennefer cheating on Geralt with Istredd. Geralt was apparently back from the mage, and now miserably walking in the horse-mill. When Yen said that she didn’t feel guilty about cheating on Geralt, two elves were hung behind them, and Geralt started to sing about the Ice Queen and the love that made people miserable and self-destructive. As you remember, he was feeling suicidal at one moment in that short story, and so a row of people walked next to him and committed suicide to the music. Yennefer was orchestrating this, but she looked so sad as well. Ciri and Roach were the last pair. Roach died, but Ciri stood on the edge until she ran away to safety.
3. There was later a hallucination of Geralt who wanted to give up (remember, he was suffering from being bitten by a ghoul when he protected Yurga) and die. And who saved him? Roach :D. He hallucinated her chasing him away from the “cliff” across the whole stage. She was pulling him away, putting herself between him and the hole in the ground, etc. Finally Roach managed to push Geralt down next to Yurga and whipped him with her tail :D. She reminded me of Milva and her belt, beating sense into Geralt, haha xD
4. Then… BROKILON! OH MY GOD, IT WAS AMAZING. Jaskier started narrating as always, telling us that Geralt found the first corpse here—and Geralt didn’t, haha, so Jaskier started to yell: “Geralt! Hey, Geralt, the corpse, see?! Here!” The witcher came closer obediently to examine the corpse, then found one man, still alive. It was his old friend, telling Geralt to find a princess who escaped a marriage. Then Geralt got captured by the dryads and we had him stumble over the words to explain himself in their dialect, them telling him to shut up, then finally Braenn agreeing to take him to their Queen since he had a message for her. Geralt kept whining at her to tell him her name, so she finally did only so Geralt could start mocking that name and ask about her human one. That prompted Braenn to sing a sad, but wild song about not remembering it. Also! They got the dryads right! They behaved like half women, half wild animals, and they only cared about procreating to have more young girls and assure the survival of their kind. Sorry, Netflix, but what you did with dryads’ culture… well, erased it completely, so congratulations ;p
Suddenly a girl started to scream, running from a monster. Geralt and Braenn killed it, and Geralt went to the girl – guess who was she? Yes :D! Yes, it was our Ciri, our feral little Ciri who immediately started to hit Geralt with her toy, yell at him for even daring to touch her, threaten him with chopping his fingers off and her grandmamma beheading him :D. Such a bold peasant, that witcher! After Ciri calmed down a little, she decided that she won’t go home and that she’ll go with Braenn. The dryad was like, “you can stay here and die, Gwynbleidd, we’re leaving”, so Geralt was immediately like, “wait! I’m coming with you!”. Ciri demanded for him to carry her on his shoulders, and because she was about ten-eleven, not eight, she was pretty big :D. Geralt ofc commented on that, all sarcastic, “sure, you LITTLE girl”, but did pick her up and she snickered. Then we got Ciri fussing and yelling at Geralt, and him finally losing his patience and threatening her with a belt. Ciri took offense, Geralt took offense, they both turned away from each other, but finally, it was Geralt who crumbled first :D. He apologized, called her a princess, told her his name, and Ciri told him she’s hungry, that brat :D. No worries, she got her two apples – like in the book. The we got Geralt singing the bedtime story to Ciri (I linked to it a few times on my blog :)!), and, ahahah, our narrator, Jaskier, climbed the tree and got stuck in it! He cried, “Geralt, heeeeelppp!”, and Geralt broke the fourth wall by asking: “How the fuck did you get up there, Jaskier?”. Jaskier was immediately like, “I wanted to be like the cat from your story :(“.
After that, we had basically everything playing out like from the books, Ciri leading blindfolded Geralt (the funniest moment was when she left him and ran off to play, and our poor witcher panicked, patting a tree and calling for Ciri), with Geralt finding that his old friend lived and talking and laughing with him, with kneeling in front of the dryad queen, with Ciri being given the Brokilon waters, Geralt trying to storm out, Ciri calling him back, the waters not working, Geralt drinking them himself at the queen’s clear challenge, then dropping down and convulsing when they worked on him because they were real despite his claims and thanks. The queen sang about the sword of destiny, about Geralt not knowing anything, about death following him, about him not being even able to win the woman he loved etc. It was awesome and heartbreaking.
ALRIGHT, SO PART 3 SOON! With Ciri and Geralt being out of Brokilon, fighting a group of bandits, and – I am very sorry, I thought I’d fit it in here, but it’s already 2k words xD – and Yen topping Geralt at Belleteyn, with Geralt going to Cintra and talking with Calanthe, with Geralt dreaming about the Sodden Hill, talking with Death and seeing ghosts of dead mages, with him talking with Jaskier about the fall of Cintra, and with him finding Ciri and teaching her to be a witcher :D!
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ashtet · 3 years
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Is it just me or is anyone starting to really dislike Jaskier?
I think more than anything it's because fandom is turning him into their Mary Sue Baby and I cannot stand that.
Like, all the bad parts of his character and his bad actions are either erased, or a explanation is pulled out of nowhere to make him in the right all along, or all his bad parts are celebrated as wonderfully feral, or awesome when if any other character did them or even less they'd be dragged through the shit and lambasted as a terrible person.
And all this stuff of him being BAMF, or Competent, whatever - like, when it's put as he's not actually useless and can survive without Geralt, fine - but when he's an amazing fighter, or can take down monsters Geralt can't, or shit like that?
Not only is it Mary Sue, perfect bard and fighter, viscount or magical! creature! bard! , better than the decades older and more experienced Geralt, but it's such a slap in the face to the very concept of Geralt and Witchers too.
These men are taken as young boys, trained for years to fight monsters, going through horrific trials at age 10 or so that only 3 in 10 survive, in order to be mutated because without the training and magic and literal superhuman abilities they can't kill the monsters, and then it's like well screw them this dude who's never done physical labour in his life can take down a monster bad enough to seriously injure and almost kill them? What an utter disrespect to those characters. And what use are they then? The entire world of the Witcher series is just turned on it's head because god forbid Jaskier not be able to do everything Geralt can do but better.
That also leads me into the whole Mary Sue thing, actually. Almost every fic has every witcher and character love Jaskier, and if they don't then they're mean to poor baby Jaskier and everyone else hates them. Even if it's completely out of character for them - including such wonderful examples as Yennefer being transphobic so Geralt and Ciri both hate her and love Jaskier (Yenenfer, who suffered so much involving physical transformations, being transphobic? Really?). It's all just so utterly about making every character revolve around Jaskier- either loving him, hating him, being nothing more than a prop to his story with no actual personality themselves except how they can serve Jaskier and maybe Geralt if they're together (especially Yen! ), or just not being mentioned because there's nothing to the world without goddamn Jaskier Julian Pancratz.
I mean, don't you know Jaskier is the main character? Not Geralt, Yennefer or Ciri - they can stay if they serve him, or revolve around him and are less powerful than him, and Need him so much all the time. But only then. And the sheer cheek of the show to suggest the character in literally half the episodes is a supporting one to the mains in all the episodes with the plot and timelines about them! It's JASKIER after all!
Oh, and if Jaskier isn't human, then so much the better! Not just so he and Geralt can grow old together, though - so Jaskier can have magic no one else does, and can be better and more powerful than just a weak little human, and preferably more than a witch or witcher too. Just because he's the best.
At the start of the fandom, it was better and not yet The Jaskier Show, but even then Yen and Ciri were ignored or in Yen's case outright demonised because we can't have a woman get uppity and in the way of Geralt and Jaskiers True Love, so even then Yen was hated for her negative traits and even when Jaskier shared them, he was loved. Just the sheer misogyny, especially that awful post that celebrated Yen being ignored and the fandom centering on Jaskier and maybe Geralt because fuck those women, this is the Witcher not the Sorceress! Or I guess now it's the Bard.
Oh, and one more thing! Not only is Jaksier the best, but all those rumours about witchers being dumb brutes are true! Jaskier Sue has to teach them how to read, talk, cook, wear clothes, any medical skills whatsoever and how to be Civilised people because the centuries old warriors don't know shit and are all just so fucking stupid they need Jaskier to teach them everything, even the basics of life!
:( Don't worry thought you stupid less than human brutes, your saviour Jaskier has arrived and will socialise you properly now.
Jesus, when Season 2 comes if Jaskier isn't a main character and not everyone loves him, I can already see the fandom tantrum. God forbid Jaskier not get everything!
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clintbartonswife · 4 years
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'cause you make me ache, you bastard
Pairings: Geralt of Rivia x Jaskier Summary: The White Wolf had always walked alone, until Jaskier came along and changed it all. He refused to let the bastard die. Notes: aftermath of torture, descriptions of injury and blood, magic and bonds and destiny, oh my! masterlist  ||  part one  ||  part three
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The three of them had been travelling towards Kaer Morhen when he felt it, the chill travelling up his spine with such ferocity that it made him halt in his tracks.
“Geralt?”
Ciri was sat upon Roach, the mare coming to a stop beside her owner, nudging the Witcher in the chest gently with her head. Ignoring the child for now, he tried to grab onto the feeling, not understanding the sudden sensation.
“Yen” he grunted, turning to face the sorceress, “Do you feel it too?”
The sorceress nodded, lips pinched together in concentration, “It’s someone calling for help, they sending it out so desperately I doubt they’ve done it on purpose” she said eventually, “But who-”
“Jaskier”
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A few days after the mountain and Geralt had found himself stuck in a Cintran cell, the bland walls giving him plenty of time to replay the past week over and over in his head.
Yennefer leaving, hurt blinding him as he lashed out at Jaskier. Walking down the mountain alone. The silence, encompassing him on his travels, and yet it was somehow more deafening than anything the bard could’ve played.
Regret was quick to surface as the anger retreated.
Regret for tying Yen’s fate to his. Regret for the way he treated Jaskier, on that mountain and in general over the last 22 years.
Cintra fell and he found his child surprise, the two of them reconnecting with Yennefer weeks later.
Apologies swapped between the two built a timid foundation of a new friendship, their sole focus being protecting his their child surprise from the Nilfgaardians that were sweeping across the continent.
Despite both of his bonds being fulfilled, Geralt still felt a sense of emptiness at the back of his mind, eyes still searching for someone on the distance horizon - he wrote it off as paranoia, his body being on guard as they fleed the Nilfgaardian forces.
But.
There was always a but, a doubt at the back of his mind, eating away at his sanity. Another thread of destiny, pulled taught, in danger of snapping.
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Of course Geralt should’ve guessed it was Jaskier.
Panic bubbled at the base of his throat as he watched Yen start the tracking spell, the small group moved to a temporary camp just off the road.
“Who’s Jaskier?” Ciri asked, voice hesistant.
“Bard”
The short response was obviously not enough for the princess, the girl moving closer to Geralt, “I recognise the name” she commented absently, “I think he performed for me once”
Gerlat hummed absentmindedly, mind too focused on every possible disaster his - no - the bard might have managed to get caught up in.
“I have a trace” Yen announced, Geralt standing up immediately, “He’s in Neunreuth“
Horror swept over Geralt, “That’s a Nilfgaardian controlled city”
Ciri gasped in despair.
“I have to go and get him -”
“Geralt we have no idea what kind of defences they have, let alone what condition Jaskier will be in when we get there. Ciri is our main priority and we need to get her to Kaer Morhen before they catch up with us”
“We cant just leave him!”
Yennefer sighed, the exhaustion creeping in with her annoyance, “And I’m not suggesting that we do! What I’m saying is that we can storm into there with nothing more than good will and hope”
Ciri slowly got to her feet, “I could help. I haven't got much control of it yet... but if I scream-?”
Warmth spread through Geralt’s chest at her offer of help, a small smile lifting at the corners of his lips. Yennefer cut him off before he could speak.
“I’m sure Jaskier would love to hear that you wanted to help, but your safety comes first. It’s simply too dangerous to bring you with us”
“So what? He gets left behind because of me?” she asked, tears beginning to build up in her eyes.
“No” 
Ciri turned to face Geralt, who’s face was set in a determined expression.
“I’m not leaving him behind”
“Will you stop making me out to be the bad guy for one second and listen to me!” Yen huffed, running her hands through her hair, “I’ll contact Triss. Hopefully she can look after Ciri for a few days while we go and get the bard. Then we can continue our trip to the Keep”
With a definitive nod, Yen turned back to her pack, reaching for her xenovox. 
Ciri murmured nervously, hands fiddling with the end of her cloak, “You will come back for me, right?”
Geralt grunted affirmatively, opening his arms for the young girl. Once she was encompassed in his arms, he placed a light kiss to the top of her hair, “We’re your family now” Geralt said lowly, drawing on his experience with the bard for some comfort to give the girl, “We’ll always come back to you”
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Once he was sure that she was settled, Geralt turned away from Ciri and back outside to where Yen was waiting, steel sword in hand.
“I don't know what we’re going to find” Yennefer said bluntly, “I need to know that you’re not going to lose your shit if something goes wrong”
Geralt just nodded, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword impatiently.
Triss stood off to the side, still healing from the battle of Sodden, offering wishes of good luck. The mage walked up to Yen, pressing their foreheads together briefly, “Don't do anything dumb”
“No promises”
Geralt adverted his eyes from the intimate scene, feeling oddly like he was intruding on a private moment - over the months since the dragon hunt he had obviously missed a large change in Yennefer’s life.
He was happy for her, truly he was. The emotion confused him, so he repressed it for now, frowning intensely at the floor until Yen let out a cough.
“Let’s go”
The rushing sound of the portal brought Geralt back to the present, striding forward and through with murderous intent, coming out in the middle of the forest surrounding a large manor house.
Yennefer stepped out behind him and the portal closed with a definitive clunk, “He’s in there” she said, checking the charm, “Basement. Left side” 
Geralt just nodded, “Can you portal us into his room?”
“I could try, but it might be too risky. They could easily follow us if they hire a mage to trace the remnants. It could lead them back to Ciri”
The Witcher shook his head, “We fight our way in then”
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The stench of death swept across the manor, the sounds of clashing swords and yells echoing through the empty halls.
Geralt strode through the bodies like a man on a mission, faltering for no one, mind solely focused on finding his bard alive. Men dropped around him like flies, his arm moving subconsciously, muscle memory allowing him to make quick work of the guards as he worked on finding Jaskier’s scent.
The second the Witcher caught a waft of the familiar honey and wildflowers he let out a feral growl, increasing his pace to a sprint, rushing towards the source. As he neared the bard, the scent of copper grew overwhelming, only serving to increase his rage and brutality of his sword strikes.
“Jaskier” he growled, pushing open the door of a cell to see his bard tied to a chair, head hanging limply down.
Ignoring the noise of Yennefer fighting the final few enemies, Geralt fell to his knees in front of the chair, desperately searching for a heartbeat. His breath caught on a sob as he heard the weak fluttering of his heart, hands immediately scrambling to untie the ropes that kept him tied down.
Geralt distantly registered the halls falling silent, Yennefer’s heeled shoes becoming the only sound left as he eased Jaskier’s unconscious form into his arms.
“We should get him back to Triss” Yen said, her voice coming from the doorway, “He should survive the journey. It’s too risky to start healing him here”
Geralt nodded silently, his eyes not straying from Jaskier's bruised face. He adjusted the bard once more in his arms, his hand cupping his limp head as gently as possible, before following Yen through the halls of dead bodies, all the while never looking away from his face.
“Wait” 
Yen paused, turning back to face Geralt, “What now. We have him, we should get going before they send people to look”
“His lute” Geralt said, “He wouldn't leave without his lute”
The sorceress sighed, rubbing her temples, “Just - get him out of here. I’ll meet you in the forest”
As the portal re opened, lute hanging on Yennefer’s back, Geralt took one last look at the manor and resisted the urge to set it ablaze with a passionate blaze of igni, instead walking through and back to the cottage, calling for Triss as he went.
“Place him on the bed, second room on the left” Triss called, looking behind Geralt for Yennefer before following him, pushing the sleeves of her dress up to her elbows with a determined look on her face.
“Is he okay?” Ciri asked, vocalising the choked up words stuck in Geralt’s throat as he lay the bard down.
“He will be if we work fast” she replied, gesturing Yennefer to her side, “Ciri I need you to get me some tepid water. Geralt I need clean strips of cloth”
Geralt nodded, grateful for a job to do, taking one last look at the bard’s pale form before striding out to look for supplies.
He would be okay.
He had to be.
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innocentbi-stander · 4 years
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in celebration of getting 200 followers, I decided to add onto my long list of bamf!jaskier headcanons
consider the power of jaskier as an expert marksman
jaskier has always had extraordinary aim, intentional or not
he grew up using this to wreak absolute havoc on those around him, whether it be pranks, or getting revenge on those who insulted or wronged him
this was always just a weird quirk to him, until he befriended one of the old guards on his family estate, who saw jaskier’s innate ability and immediately thought ‘I must train this child’
so he taught jaskier how to use throwing knives, stars, slingshots, crossbows, and archery
jaskier had always been interested in music and the lighter things in life so he was surprised at how much he loved learning these
whenever he could slip away from his duties he snuck down to the guard’s hut to train, where he got better and better
years later when he runs away to attend oxenfurt the old guard slips him a set of new throwing knives inlaid with sapphires with nothing but a mischievous wink and a hushed “for the road ahead”
jaskier loves those knives more than anything else he owns, and months after posada geralt will remark across a campfire at the peculiarity of a bard owning such nice daggers
jaskier puts on a show because he knows geralt thinks that because he is a bard he mustn’t know how to fight, and jaskier has always been a firm believer in not showing your best hand so he laughs merrily and tells some long winding tale of how he came to find them in a market place and thought they were very pretty
bards love things that shine and jaskier is not exempt from this, what the witcher doesn’t know is that the shiny things that jaskier loves can also slit a man’s throat with the tidiest of cuts
the years go on and geralt goes on believing that he needs to fight his bard’s fights and protect him, while jaskier cuts down the people willing to throw rocks at witchers behind taverns when geralt is away on hunts
as sophisticated as jaskier believes he is, he’s also a man with a hair trigger temper who gets into many a fist fight with men who don’t seem to hear the pretty barmaid say no
when geralt asks where the bruises come from (there are a few on him but many more on the people who dare to cross him) jaskier babbles on about his clumsiness, or another lovely night gone wrong
some days he doesn’t know whether to be proud of his lying abilities or upset that geralt believes him so easily
years go by and jaskier keeps his secret, and geralt fights the monsters while jaskier takes down monsters of the human kind
the mountain happens, an apology (that jaskier smugly recalls much groveling), a reconciliation with yennefer, an adorable child surprise, an awkward period of time of learning to all live with each other, and an even more awkward explanation from jaskier informing geralt that he’s maybe not as human as he’s led him to believe. jaskier’s mother had wandering eyes and years ago those eyes fell upon a handsome elf who happened to have contributed to the conception of jaskier
theres a horrifying moment where jaskier thinks geralt will yell at him again like the mountain but the next thing he knows the witcher is kissing him and he’s more than okay with that
everything is good (except for being pursued relentlessly by nilfgaard) and there’s one more secret jaskier thinks he just might take to his grave
of course things never work out like that
it all comes to a head as it always does, nilfgaard has gotten the drop on their little group, they are fighting for all that their worth but jaskier can tell it won’t be enough, both geralt and yen are tiring and he has no choice
the world narrows down to him and the enemy as jaskier pulls out his knives
its ecstasy, freedom in its purest form and jaskier has never been able to fully let go of his most feral energy before, and he unleashes it all against the nilfgaardian soldiers
the bard fights like he never has fought before, he feels like a hurricane, blowing through the ranks, his feet dance a dance he’s never learned before, he ducks and turns in graceful arcs, and his weapons are but a silver extension of his very being
he fights and fights and fights because if they fall they’ll lose everything, and at the edge of consciousness he knows geralt and yen are fighting alongside him just as hard
in a moment it is over, and jaskier blinks to life once more in a small circle of open ground
around him are the scattered bodies of their attackers and there is red everywhere, on the ground, his boots, his clothes, his hands, and if he had a mirror he’s sure his face and hair are coated in it as well
for all his normal complaints about dirt, jaskier can’t bring it in himself to care much about the blood
even though its pointless, jaskier busies himself with trying to wipe off his hands on his already drenched doublet, carefully keeping his eyes away from where he knows geralt yen, and ciri are staring at him
he keeps his gaze pointed downward until rough hands force him to look up into his favorite golden glare
“Jaskier. what. the hell. was that.”
there will be time later to explain, but right now all he can focus on is that they’re all alive and okay, and in the moment all jaskier can manage is a slightly hysterical laugh as he says,
“well geralt, I’ve had those pretty knives for so long, I figured I might as well put them to use at some point”
and geralt knows there’s more but he too understands that its a story for later so he plays along, running a large but overwhelmingly gentle hand through jaskiers hair and snorts,
“you picked a hell of a time to use them”
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(Special thanks to @morte-mistrata for the prompt!)
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jaskicr · 4 years
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reverse au BUT canon universe geralt and jaskier are sent to an alternate universe where their roles are reversed but they remember their canon lives
ft. bamf jaskier and blushy geralt
canon universe geralt and jaskier touch a weird artefact and they’re sent to an alternate universe where jaskier is a witcher and geralt is human
(this is established relationship)
so they grow up without memories of their past (???) selves but they get vague impressions/dreams that tell them something’s not right
they regain their full memories they’re 15/16 ish
jaskier is born first. he’s sent to kaer morhen and goes through the training and the trials to become a witcher (he gets extra mutations bc i said so, im a sucker for witcher!jaskier with white hair and cat eyes ok)
he remembers his life as a bard when he’s 16, not long before he sets out on the path
and he realises that geralt isn’t with him in kaer morhen - he’s in the cohort geralt would have been, he’s friends with eskel and all that, but geralt isn’t here
and jaskier thinks that whatever happened, geralt must be dead
it hurts, as he walks around kaer morhen, knowing that geralt should be there, knowing that, in another life, geralt had walked within the same walls
but jaskier still holds out hope, returning to kaer morhen every winter and hoping that someone like geralt would show up
but geralt never does, and on his travels, jaskier asks mages and researches to find a way to reverse whatever was done, but he can’t
after maybe 2 decades, jaskier gives up and properly mourns the witcher he had known, who doesn’t exist here
once, he tries picking up the lute, but it hurts too much. it reminds him of what he’s lost, reminds him that geralt isn’t here
he puts down the lute and picks up his swords. he doesn’t touch the lute after that
something like blaviken still happens but maybe in a different way bc it’s jaskier
a few decades after jaskier is born, geralt is born into a noble family
from a young age, he’s unnervingly good at sword fighting and combat, and he enjoys it, but something draws him to music
at first geralt isn’t very good at it, but there’s an inexplicable urge within him that tells him to continue, a quiet yearning for melody and music that makes him want to be good at it
so he goes to oxenfurt, and that’s when he remembers being a witcher once, remembers the path, remembers jaskier
and he searched desperately for jaskier. he scours the campus, asking professors and students, searching the faculty and alumni
but no one has heard of jaskier
and geralt knows that there’s no way that jaskier wouldn’t have gone to oxenfurt - the only reason jaskier isn’t here, isn’t in whatever universe this is, is because he’s dead
geralt vows to live in jaskier’s memory, and he takes up the lute
he misses jaskier’s singing, misses his songs. so he learns the lute, learns to sing, so that there’s always a part of jaskier with him
when geralt graduates from oxenfurt, he sets out on the road
in a fit of nostalgia, he travels to posada, something bittersweet and wistful rising within him
unbeknownst to geralt, jaskier is heading to posada as well, tracking a contract
they unknowingly end up in the same tavern
at this point, jaskier has learnt to tune out bards. it hurts too much to remember what he’ll never have, so he doesn’t register the bard that’s playing right now
geralt is playing when he spots a dark figure in the corner, black armour and swords marking him out as a witcher
it’s all too familiar, and a tentative hope blooms in geralt’s heart
maybe -
he makes his way over, heart hammering, and says the words etched deep into his memory
‘i love the way you just.. sit in the corner and brood’
and geralt’s heart is in his throat, hoping and hoping and hoping for the right response
and jaskier hears a familiar voice saying words he had said, a lifetime ago
jaskier raises his head and sees a familiar face, a face he knows as well as his own despite the different hair and eyes and stature, and his heart stutters
it can’t be. but it is. and jaskier just knows.
geralt almost cries when unnaturally bright blue eyes with slitted pupils rise to meet his, set in a familiar face marked by a long scar and framed by silver hair
‘i’m here to drink alone’
it’s this familiar exchange, repeated but reversed, that lets them know that the other remembers, that they’re here
and for the first time since they woke up in this different world, they feel complete
they bask in the moment, drinking each other in, because they’ve found each other, and even if they’re different, even if everything is different, they’re together
geralt slides into the seat opposite jaskier, and it’s so, so familiar, but so different
‘i thought you were dead,’ geralt whispers
jaskier smiles, a small and sad thing, but he reaches over and grabs geralt’s hand. their callouses are reversed, now. jaskier’s hands are rough from the grips of his swords, and geralt’s fingers are padded from years of playing the lute
‘me too,’ jaskier confesses softly. then his smile turns slightly more playful. ‘i didn’t think you’d have red hair and green eyes. you look good.’
then geralt ducks his head and blushes under his freckles (yes he has freckles it’s hella adorable ok) and jaskier is fascinated bc he’s never seen geralt blush
(and he!! has freckles!!!)
‘this suits you,’ geralt mumbles, still blushing. he peeks out from under his lashes and jaskier sort of melts. ‘the hair and the eyes, i mean.’
and, well. jaskier had been insecure about his mutations that mark him as something other, something inhuman, but hearing geralt’s acceptance of him...
jaskier squeezes geralt’s hand, still in awe that he’s here, he’s real. they’re here, together. ‘i missed you.’
geralt beams, and jaskier‘s heart warms at how easily geralt seems to smile now. ‘i missed you too.’
the elves happen pretty much the same way apart from the fact that geralt and jaskier expecting it
and when geralt follows jaskier, neither of them object to it
they try to find out what happened to them, but all they’ve figured out is that their lives have been reversed, and no one else seems to be affected
so they travel the continent together trying to find an explanation or a cure
they try to return to the place where they found the artefact, but they only find a patch of dirt
jaskier brings geralt to kaer morhen
they ask vesemir about their situation (and geralt aches at the fact that his old mentor doesn’t know him), but he has no idea
eskel and lambert look at geralt with no recognition, and it hurts
but they take to geralt easily, and in no time, it’s almost like they’re back in their own world
they find yen earlier than they do in canon. she’s hostile at first, not knowing why they’re seeking her out, but when she hears their story she’s intrigued and promises to try and find a cure
in the meantime they try to settle into the new lives and new dynamic
they both have two lifetimes in their heads, two whole lives that are theirs, that they’ve lived
of course, they’re not the same people, shaped by new experiences as well as old
geralt is more open, more affectionate, more vocal with his thoughts and feelings. he smiles more, and he’s less gruff with others, though he still isn’t completely comfortable in social interactions
jaskier is a bit quieter, a result of his witcher upbringing. he’s still mostly open about his emotions, and being around geralt makes him smile and chatter liked he used to, but there’s a hypervigilance in him borne out of his witcher training, something lethal and deadly
they learn about each other again, finding new things to love and explore
now, geralt is the one who plays in taverns, and jaskier is the one who takes contracts
geralt still retains the skills and memories of his training as a witcher. though he lacks the enhanced strength, he can still fight, and jaskier gets some lightweight swords for him
geralt helps out on contracts sometimes, when he’s confident that he won’t get hurt. jaskier is reluctant at first, but concedes that geralt should be able to hold his own against weaker monsters
that’s when geralt realises that witcher!jaskier is a huge bamf and also very buff (buff jaskier rights!!!) and geralt really shouldn’t like it as much as he does
jaskier also looks unfairly good in armour with his swords in his hands
and now he understands why jaskier used to be obsessed about his black eyes after taking a potion, because HNNNG
with geralt by his side, jaskier doesn’t mind playing the lute again. it doesn’t hurt like it used to, with geralt by his side once more
geralt lends jaskier his lute and jaskier plucks out tentative notes on the strings, before he launches into one of his songs
jaskier’s voice is rough and untrained, lacking the oxenfurt training he used to have as a bard, but it’s pleasant and sweet, and geralt joins in, their voices twining together in a lovely duet
jaskier doesn’t join geralt when he sings in taverns, fearful of how humans would react, but on the road, they sometimes sing together, and it’s unexpectedly nice
(maybe jaskier gets a glamour at some point, and the continent discovers that the famed bard geralt occasionally gains a partner)
as a witcher, geralt had been unable to lash out at the people who’d insulted him and attacked him
but now, he’s human, and watching jaskier’s shoulders slump as humans spit vitriol at him, well, geralt gets to be feral now
he’s far more dangerous than jaskier had been as a bard. sure, bard jaskier was feral, but he lacked the skills that geralt remembers from his time as a witcher
the humans don’t stand a chance against geralt, and jaskier is the one hauling geralt out of fights now, and many taverns witness a white-haired witcher dragging his redheaded bard out as he yanks him into a fierce kiss
they’re both very soft and very gone on one another. geralt is far more tactile now and jaskier does not mind. they cuddle a lot and jaskier is the big spoon
they’re both openly affectionate, there’s a lot of soft hand holding and hair braiding and casual touches and like. they’re just soft, ok?
jaskier makes it his mission to make geralt blush as much as possible, because it’s adorable
(he also discovers how far down that blush goes, and geralt gets to witness jaskier’s witcher strength and stamina)
they make it work. jaskier gets insecure sometimes, knowing that his features are unnatural and scarred and nothing like what he’d looked like as a bard
but geralt reassures him, telling him that he’s beautiful no matter what
sometimes, geralt hates his own human frailty, how weak he is without his enhanced strength and how easily he gets hurt
but jaskier shows him everything he loves about geralt’s human body, telling him how happy he is that geralt gets to live a life without the suffering of a witcher
and the longer they’re together and the more they get to know each other all over again, they become less sure whether they want a cure or not
geralt likes being a human bard. humans don’t hate him anymore, and he likes being a bard more than he thought he would
but he knows that jaskier is, by nature, someone who loves people. and watching jaskier be rejected by prejudiced humans makes geralt’s heart hurt, because jaskier loves people so fucking much, and now he’s hated by them
but jaskier doesn’t mind being a witcher either. he can help people now, even if they’re ungrateful. there’s a deep satisfaction as he slays monsters terrorising innocents, and like this, he also gets to protect geralt
(not that geralt needs protecting, but still, it’s nice. and geralt has realised that he quite likes jaskier swooping in to save him aka picking him up in his arms)
and jaskier sees how free and easy and open this geralt is, unburdened by decades of hatred and conflict, and he wants this for geralt, wants geralt to know the happiness of a human life without being hated by the very people he helps
both of them like the lives they lead now, and they don’t know if they want to go back. but their old life is the original world, and they still wonder if they should go back
idk how it ends - either they somehow find a cure and return to canon universe with a whole load of new experiences, or they never find a cure and they learn to live in this new world
or maybe they do find a cure and decide that they’ll stay in this world because they’ve learnt to accept and love each other even with the changes, and it’s their world now
there’s a fic for this now!
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The Witcher’s Mate Chapter 22
-Geralt was struggling. It was not something he liked to admit, but being so close to Adva and not being able to touch or talk to her was the most intense pain he had ever felt. He had taken her at her word and left his mate alone, giving her a wide berth, all the while staring longingly as she went about her business. Thankfully, she spent most of her time with Ciri, training or in the library. Geralt could barely contain it when Vesemir spent more than 5 minutes in her company, let alone Jaskier. The way the bard slide in next to her as she worked at the table or slung his arm around her shoulder had cost several clay mugs and three chair arms. The bard was doing it on purpose he was sure of that, even now Jaskier was strumming out some filthy ballad.
‘Here she saw little Smitty Jones, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Smitty Jones, come home with me tonight. Come home with me, little Smitty Jones, and sleep with me till light"’ the brunette cooed in an off-pitch warble.
The gentle giggle tinkled out into the air, and her eyes light up in a bright glare as she laughed. A surge of unbridled jealousy roared within him. She hadn’t some much as look at him like that since that night. That fatefully night. Throwing a glare across at the singing minstrel, Geralt slammed closed the book sending Triss and Vesemir into a series of splutters as a cloud of dust billowed into the air as well as sending the various scroll clattering across the table and scattered onto the floor before and storming out the room.
The Witcher flew out of the room into the main hallway. Unfortunately, the first thing he saw was a grand antique cabinet, the poor thing was wretched from the wall and sent screeching across the polished floor, a thick gash cracked down the main body of the wood. Grunting, Geralt pulled his hand down his face, a roar vibrated from his chest, echoing across the hall as his hand caught sight of the blue sweat that glistened in the weak sunlight that beams in through the stain glass window. The blue substance that Triss had been painting across his body no coated the majority of his body. It was another constant reminder that Adva had rejected him. Everywhere he went, he left a trail of blue. Despite only wearing the thinnest material he continued to drip with sweat, the sticky ooze had lost most of its potency, barely giving him an hour of relief. Soon he would have to leave, the last of his control was ebbing away. It took all his strength not to sweep in, throw Adva on the table and rip her dress off before burying himself in her thighs and sticking his teeth into her tender flesh. The hours he had spent imaging the bonding, it would happen in several stages, and all of them lead to Adva becoming a panting puddle underneath him, begging to be his. There was only one thing he wanted more than that, and that was her marking him, her longing for him to be hers. But no, at the current situation that would not be happening, and he would need to leave soon before he became feral and gods know what he would do if that happened.
‘My, My, such an angry Witcher! It seems your little mermaid has gone off you.’ Yennefer purred as she revealed herself from behind a stone pillar.
Turn round golden eyes trained on to the mage, a silent sigh running down his body. The dress was, compared to the other he had had to endure, was relatively tame. A velvet halter strap encircled her delicate neck and a tight correct displayed firm breast and a toned waist before the black velvet fell over her hip in a billowing skirt. At least she was wearing clothes this time.  For the last ten days, he had seen his former lover naked eight times, the last time sprawled in his new bedroom down by the lake. Since her last attempt to seduce him in the armoury, Geralt took sanctuary in the old lake hunt to rid himself of the mages unwanted advances – and not to tempt himself with any midnight strolls past Adva room.
‘Yennefer don’t.’ Ciri bite in rolling her eyes at the older woman.
‘He needs to know Ciri. She has barely said anything to him since we have arrived. I was just trying to get a rise you when I said she preferred Jaksier but seems I was right all along she does like that singing turd.’ The purple eyes mage pushed, resting her hand on his chest, nails scratching likely against his sensitive skin.
‘Fuck off Yennefer.’ Geralt sneered, flinching away towards the courtyard.
‘You have been ignoring me. I don’t get ignored Geralt; you know that.’ Yennefer snapped, trailing after him, an ugly sneer forming on her face as the Witcher dodge all of her grasps. ‘Geralt…please, we used to be good together.’
She knew she sound despite, but she was too far gone to care. It had been a long time since she felt rejected; her transformation made almost certain of it. She was after all sculpted by the best artist, so why was she being cast aside by Adva. She was no great beauty, passing pretty at the very most yet Geralt was in love with her, and no matter how she demined herself, he didn’t so much as falter. Hitching up her skirts, she trailed after him, grasping at his arm.
‘Geralt…Geralt please.’ Yennefer winced at her needy voice as forced herself in front of him.
Geralt growled down at the bronzed woman in from; the annoying mage had pushed herself in front of his path. Glaring at her, he felt a pang of guilt as she stared up at him desperately with big pleading eyes. He had understood her pain, but every time he felt the first blossoming of sympathy, he remembered Adva, bloodied and battered after being pushed through the floor and the barbed comments forced towards his timid mate.
‘We never were, you never cared enough; I just didn’t realise. Enough Yennefer. Enough. THIS stops now. GO!’ Geralt snarled lowly, before storming off down the path.
‘Great. It's your fault, you know.’ Ciri prodded ‘If you hadn’t manipulated and used him for your own selfish things, he wouldn’t have left and properly would never have stumbled across Adva in that backwater town.’ Ciri snapped.
‘Are you seriously blaming this on me.’ Yennefer yapped as she blinked away, angry tears.
‘Yes. You should be happy for them. Instead, you're making both their lives miserable.’
Ciri loved Yennefer; she would always be her mother, raising her from a scarred little princess into the strong Witcher she was now, soothed her through her trials, fought her corner when Geralt was being his gruff self and refusing to treat her like the adult she was becoming. However, now she felt like the parent of a petulant child, throwing a tantrum because someone had picked up a toy they were no longer bothered with.
‘Don’t I deserve happiness. I knew she would take everything from me, and I was right. First, she takes Geralt, then Triss and now you. The little bitch is up to something I can see it.’ Yennefer yelled.
‘She didn’t take us away. You pushed us. Adva would never take Geralt away; he would always be there for you, and so would she. That’s your problem; you can never see something good in someone. Someone Geralt who can worship without getting cast away. Adva is Geralt soulmate, someone who will love him in the way he needs, selflessly and unconditionally. Can you say you have ever done the same? Adva is a good person; you just have to look into her eyes and see that?’ Ciri pushed
Yennefer let out an unholy scratch as she conjured a bright yellow ball of fire and launched it into the air. Ciri watched silently as Yennefer blasted out a wave of energy knocking down two poor trees that stood innocent at the side before marching off into the forest.
‘Yen…’ Ciri started on after her, but something stopped her. Inhaling deeply, she caught the scent again; it was faint, so faint that it was almost hidden under all the others, almost. It was suspicious, not that the scent was faint or even that it mingled with the other to the point that is was almost undetectable but it what it smelt like. Like the sea, well like seaweed, that healthy smell of salty vegetation mixed with clean cotton. In passing, she might have brushed it off as Adva fragrance, but this was distinctly different; she had spent enough time with her mentors’ mate to know every note of her aroma. Narrowing her eyes, she gave one lingering look towards the path the raging mage had made through the wood before shaking her head and making her way off after the scent.
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Yennefer growled as she sent a ball of fire across the tops of the trees. The smell of burning foliage pulled at her nose as she eyed the smouldering treetops, now all scorched in a perfect line, blacked and charred. A grin of satisfaction stretched other her face as she squared her shoulders and launched the biggest ball of fire she could at the largest tree closet to her which coincidentally looked the most like Adva head.
‘Such a pretty for a beautiful creature like yourself to be cast aside for such an unworthy thing as the Adva girl.’ A lone voice purred behind her.
Whirling around Yennefer was met by a man with a vivid green eye of a suave nobleman. Violet eyes rolled over him, with deep mistrust. No one, NO ONE came up to the mountain, the forest was too thick, impenetrable, filled with all sort of monsters and danger. Merchants and bandits stumbled up from time to time but never this far and never wearing something that fine. The man was dressed in the finery of a king, a rich quilted jacket in a mix of leather and silk. It sat tight against his chest, showing a toned and crafted body from hours of torturous training. He was tall and lean, learning cockily against the tree staring intensely at her.
‘And why would you care?’ Yennefer reeled back, hand posed and ready as she observed the man.
He let her take him in, unmoving from his positions on the tree as he spoke softly ‘I am what you might call a concerned member of society. I dislike jumped up usurpers.’ The man smiled, pushing himself off the tree and slowly, ever so slowly making his way to stand in front of her ‘I am here to propose a plan..’
‘And what makes you think I will help you with your plan.’ Yennefer snorted, edging herself to the corner of the clearing.
Yennefer did not like it. Not at all, the man was too clean-cut, to pristine. And while Geralt was not in her favourite list right now, she still did not want Kaer Morhen besieged by some arseholes, that would put Ciri in danger since she would rather die than leave. Yet, he stood in front of her arm out. Palm facing her, if he was some assassin or enemy he was a very poor one, he had let her have the advantage the second he made a move Yennefer could send out a deadly blast or teleport him to some unknown fair corner of the world, and that made him interesting and worthy of her attention.
‘My plan permanently gets Adva out of the picture.’
‘And how do you think you would do that? She is protected by two highly skilled Witchers, the Lady of Space and Time, a powerful mage and singing idiot.’
‘With your help, of course. What do you think?’ The man smiled widely, and he inched towards her.
Being a court mage for many years had taught Yennefer to remain impassive, the slight glimmer of emotion would reveal you are true indention and immediately set off a chain reaction of those who opposed your idea or intention. To say there wasn’t a burning desire to rid herself of that kitchen maid was putting it lightly however even before she became a mage she had learnt that if a man offered you something that you truly desired that it was always too good to be true. She did not like him at all; he gave out a claggy feeling, the sort of person who clung to you link a leech and didn’t let go till she had drained you of what he needed.
‘I think… I would go warn them so we can all kick you well-polished arse together’ Yennefer hissed as a purple light bubbled up from her tanned palms and gave off a humming glow.
‘Don’t disappoint me. I have spent so long appreciating you. We are much alike; we know what we like, and when we want it and we have both been cast aside by that wretch. I will kill Adva one way or another, but this way…this way is easier, cleaner and this way you get what you want.’ The man whispered, softly taking her hand and kissing it.
Lowering her attack, she watched as he once again retreated back before answering ‘And what is it that you want?’
‘I have the discretion to breathe life into that barren void between your legs and all I require in return is your help in getting rid of a pest, a blight on the face of the earth. The death of a creature, a deformed halfling who should never have been granted life. In exchange, you will be given the Witcher and a baby. All you have to is isolated and distract the little thing.’ The man said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
‘If you can do what you say…., that is powerful magic. Why do you need my help? It’s not like she some skill warrior Mage.’ Yennefer quarried.
‘You underestimate her, you all do. You have no idea truly what she could be capable of, and if we continue to let her breath, she could find out. ‘The man purred, reaching out to touch her face in a soft caress. ‘I will make it look like an attack, and that you fiercely tried to save her, it will be clean a quick, just lure her to the edge of the forest on the northside.’
‘And how do you know that you’ll honour the agreement?’
Pushing himself back, the man pulled a small silver blade from his belt and drew it across his palm. The blood trickled down the pale silver skin, the droplet of blood where brighter than any ruby in almost look like poppy juice and it run down his hand and dripped drop by drop onto the forest floor but it had that smell of blood, of bitter copper mixed with the tangy scent of freshly forged iron.
‘I solemnly swear, that if you help me get rid of Adva, I will ensure your womb is restored to you, and the girls claim on Geralt will be void. I give this oath in honour, and if I divert from our deal, I shall be struck down.’
The man held out his bloodstain hand to hear the hum of the blood know gave out a near ear-deafening vibration as the blood thicken and turned sticky on his palm. Blood oaths where primitive magic but effective, if the oath promiser diverted from the agreement in any shape or form the magic would strike him down without mercy or thought. That is why people had stopped using it; they were too deadly, the magic took the promise very literally with often deadly consequences. Plus it left a hideous reminder to both parties in the shape of a bloodstained on the hand, a stain so deep it could never be removed, only when the oath was fulfilled was the stain washed away. A troubling thought cross Yennefer’s mind, several in fact but the most concerning thing was the deal, he made no mention of her making the same deal, to pledge herself to his cause. Instead, it was entirely on him; he asked no reassurance he was either very stupid, which she didn’t believe if he had slipped into Kaer Morhen without either of the Witchers noticing meaning he was at the very least he was intelligent enough to remain undetected. Which meant he was desperate, either running out of time or, willing to trust a stranger, to aid him in his quest for end Adva, believing her hatred for Adva would be enough to ensure loyalty.
Narrowing her eyes, she reached out her hand grimacing as she gelt the stick liquid seep into her hand. ‘How do you propose to lure her away?’
‘With this’ the man smirked and pulled out an emerald scroll.
I am so sorry! I had this chapter all planned out then my summer completely went up in flames, my lovely summer of reading and writing is now cancelled. Updates might be patchy for now as my school is trying to get ready for reopening in September and honestly no one knows what is happening and everyone is panicking. I am also trying to find somewhere to live as if and when we go back, I can’t risk taking the virus back to my family who is very vulnerable with not much luck. So as you can imagine, everything is a bit unstable, but please be sure that I am always thinking about my next chapter and nothing make me happier that people want to read my ramblings.
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