#Fae Geralt

[thedemonofcat]

Geralt trying to marry fae prince!jaskier to form an alliance between fae and witchers but Jaskier turning it into a game and making Geralt hunt him down to "earn" his hand in marriage but in reality he just thinks its hilarious to frustrate Geralt.

There had always been Jaskier’s Game, ever since the option to wed Prince Jaskier of the Spring Court became available.

No one had ever won.

So why, then, would Geralt, King of the Winter Court, agree to play the Fae Prince’s game?

“Find me a fox with blue,” Jaskier said with a mischievous smile. “If you can.” Then he vanished into the woods.

As Geralt trudged through the forest, doubt gnawed at him. No one had ever succeeded—why should he be any different? But this marriage could unite their kingdoms, and that was worth the effort.

Then, through the underbrush, he spotted it—a fox with striking blue eyes.

“Hello, little one,” Geralt murmured, kneeling. He extended a hand for the creature to sniff. “I’m afraid I don’t have any food for you.”

The fox tilted its head, staring at him expectantly.

“I can go get you some,” Geralt offered.

The fox’s gaze remained steady, almost as if it understood. Almost as if it agreed.

So Geralt left, and when he returned moments later, the fox was still there.

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Prompt 139

Geralt has noticed some... Things... About his traveling companion, Jaskier. Troublesome things. Like how he's almost certainly of faeblood. It's just little things he does or says or is that make Geralt's imaginary radar go off. He never uses iron utensils, He is truthful to a fault, He's mischievous and lustful, He never breaks a promise, not in an honorable way, but almost in a way as if fate is forcing his body to complete whatever he promised, no matter what. He's also gorgeous. Even in times when the road should've worn him down. Where there should be dust or grime, Jaskier somehow still shines like a freshly polished jewel. And don't even get Geralt started on the impossibility of Jaskier's freakishly vibrant blue eyes. That is NOT human! There are always wildflowers when Jaskier walks in the woods, even sometimes when they are out of season. Trees seem to bend toward him, always making a cover for the rain to keep him dry. When he went swimming, Geralt swears the water looks cleaner afterward. One time Geralt got tired of human-safe food, and decided to cook their dinner that night differently. He cooked one serving all the way, safe for humans, and one only a little, still nice and raw, unsafe for humans. And yet Geralt came back from feeding Roach to find Jaskier happily chowing down on the raw one. Geralt went to warn him, but stopped. Could Jaskier really not tell the difference? Surely the texture and taste was different... And then Jaskier was done. Geralt waited a few days, just sure Jaskier would fall ill, as humans usually did when eating food Geralt has learned is unsafe for them, but Jaskier didn't fall ill. In fact, he seemed healthier than ever. Which could only mean he isn't human. When Geralt talks to Jaskier and hints about knowing however, Jaskier doesn't seem to realize. Which means he must not even know. Geralt paces around camp. How is he to break the news to Jaskier that Jaskier has fae in his blood? Perhaps his mother cheated, perhaps one of his parents were a changeling, perhaps a grandparent wasn't what they said they were, perhaps he, himself, is a changeling... Jaskier returns from a bathroom break and cocks an eyebrow at his witcher pacing around camp like a restless animal. "Geralt? Darling, what are y-" "Jaskier, you're fae." Geralt blurts. Fuck. That is not how he wanted to break the news to poor Jaskier. Jaskier is standing there, face paling, eyes wide, breath coming in short rasps. It's difficult news to deliver, and Geralt did it insensitively. Jaskier seems to be panicking. Geralt will help him, will comfort him. Fae or not, that's his Jaskier. Jaskier is freaking the FUCK out. Geralt found out he's fae! Fuckfuckfuck! He thought he was so good at hiding it! Sure, there were a few slipups here and there, as there is with any big secret, but he really thought Geralt was none the wiser! He should've known the monsterhunter would recognize a monster when he saw one. Now Jaskier must decide if he'll die by Geralt's hand, or try to outrun the witcher, as surely no man wants to be companions with a member of the trickster faefolk.

[fandumb-thoughts]

Listen I love geraskier meeting fics—variants of canon, arranged marriage aus, etc and etc—and “Jaskier is immortal somehow or another because the thought of him dying makes me sick” as much as the next person

But please for the love of god can we get some “older than a teenager” Jaskier? I don’t have a problem with the above but aging is NOT a curse or a plight or the most devastating thing one can experience. Canon Jaskier is in his 40s and I HARDLY EVER see fics that actually depict him at that age.

[gregre369]

Jaskier and young Vesemir would definitely have fucked.

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SORRY FOR ABANDONING YALL 💔

here’s some geraskier as an apology ❤️

btw i started using clip studio paint and i’m thinking abt getting a subscription bcus its lowkey better than procreate

[flavoredfaeman]

Sharing a private moment

[dancingwiththefae]

when you’re writing your fics never forget that geralt likes to relay his findings to his horse like he’s sherlock holmes

[kabobroaster]

Forget Me Not

Okay friends let’s picture it:

Young Julian, like 4 or 5, is sitting in the garden one evening trying to sing a song to the flowers so they will grow big and beautiful. His parents had gotten annoyed with his noisier as and sent him out of their presence for the night.

Now Julian knew not to be cross in front of his parents as it often earned him a fierce scolding and he had no friends on account of having never left his families estate. So the flowers would be his friends. The flowers and the herbs and the insects that tended the garden more dutifully than any human could. He would sing to the roses and the lilies and forget me nots.

When he had gotten into a spot of mischief he would whisper his secrets to the lemon balm and when he was sad he tell his woes to the rosemary. And they really were the best of friends. The denizens of the garden never thought Julian was unruly or too loud. His green companions never showed him from their company. So he sand to them nightly because it was the only gift he could give them in return for their company.

But one night Julian’s father had been fed up with Julian trouncing in the muck and singing nonsense to plants. He had struck little Julian across the face and had the boy locked in his chambers. Julian wept into his pillow, not just from the sting on his cheek but because his father said he would be walking off the garden, depriving Julian of his only friends in the world. But garden had grown fond of little Julian.

That night the leaves on shrubs and bushes called out to the nearby forest. They rustled back and forth parlaying for the young boys freedom. The forest said that it would shelter no human for they were cruel and sought only to take and chop and burn. And so all the denizens of the garden came to a decision. They drew the magic and life that flowed in all things and crept their roots to Julian’s window. They reach inside and curled about his sleeping form. They poured forth all the life and magic within themselves into little Julian. Transforming him into a not quite human. The magic of the soil and breeze and rain was infused into the little boys very bones. Ever would he smell of roses and rosemary. Plants would flourish under his touch. The insects and little birds lent their voice to the little boy making his voice lovely beyond bearing. The beetles and mice let him walk quiet and unseen. The dirt would let neither time nor illness strip away his vitality. The berries and fruit made his kiss sweet and sour.

As the garden worked its magic the plants began to wither. For they had exchanged their life and for the little boy to be not human enough to live in the forest. Their last gift made his eyes as blue as his forget me nots, so that little Julian would always remember his first friends. His name was no longer Julian, but Jaskier. He was the gardens little buttercup, their precious poison.

When the sun rose over the estate the residents found the garden desiccated. The earth was dry and cracked, their plants dried and dead, the flowers drained of all their color. When Julian’s father came to his room to see if his son had learned his lesson he found the room empty and a husk of a cocoon formed from dried roots and vines on the bed. The open window looked out over the once vibrant garden. On the window sill was a vibrant bundle of forget me nots.

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier is more than a little shocked when the ground suddenly opens beneath him, pulling him into a portal. After what feels like an endless fall, he lands in a strange new realm.

It doesn’t take him long to realize three things: first, he’s somehow ended up in the Fae realm; second, his arrival is no accident; and third, the king of the Fae—Geralt—has specifically chosen him to be his husband.

To his surprise, Geralt seems genuinely intent on making him happy and building a real relationship. But there’s just one small problem: the Fae have a rather loose understanding of human customs. For instance, if you’re aiming for a proper marriage…

Don’t start by kidnapping the groom.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Jaskier who is the child taken in exchange for a changeling. He's not genetically fae, but he is culturally fae. Like, he loves nature and trickery and cream. He has a distaste for lies and iron. He is the MOST polite about hospitality.

Maybe Geralt has suspicions about Jaskier being fae; however, it’s just how he was raised.

Bonus points if Jaskier isn’t human, he’s just not fae.

That ending is the best part omg I'm crying Imagining some fairy/siren/selkie/??? Jaskier who all the witchers are CONVINCED is a fae and he's just like "No, I just have manners lol."

[livingxxdeadxxb0y]

This is shit but here

Idk how tags work but here is my gift to the geraskefer fans😭

[hudine]

This came into my head, just a snippet really after playing Baldur’s Gate 3 while listening to Witcher fanfiction I downloaded from AO3 and get a screen reader to read for me; all the while with a temperature of 102.3F or roughly 39C. This is when you are supposed to gather allies during act 3…. No real spoilers for BG3 but one for The Witcher 3. This is also a Fae!Jaskier snippet of a fic

In the flickering light of the campfire, Jaskier the bard stood slightly apart from the rest, his mind racing through realms of possibilities, not all of them confined to the world of music and poetry. Tonight, he had a different kind of audience in mind—Jergal, the Lord of the End of Everything, who had manifested on this plane as Withers.

"Jergal," Jaskier began, his voice confident yet infused with a respectful tone, as he approached the ancient god. The camp was quiet, the rest of the party attending to their gear, oblivious to the conversation that was about to unfold.

"Indeed," replied the god, his voice as dry as the dust of forgotten tombs. "And to what do I owe the honor of this direct address, Prince of the Fae?"

Jaskier smiled, the title echoing with irony even here, in a realm so distant from his own. "I come to discuss a matter of balance and transition. You preside over the fate of souls, guiding them to their rightful afterlives. But what if a soul's rightful place is not within the confines of this world or its celestial realms?"

Jergal's empty sockets seemed to deepen, considering. "Continue," he intoned.

Jaskier stepped closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "These Witchers, they belong to another reality. Their souls were never meant to traverse the pathways of this world's afterlife. By resurrecting them here, aren't you merely adjusting their course, redirecting them to continue their fight in a different form of existence, akin to an afterlife?"

Jergal paused, the skeletal fingers of one hand tapping against his chin—a gesture almost human, thought Jaskier. "Your words are woven with the cunning of your kind," Jergal finally said. "But they hold a kernel of truth. These souls, if unclaimed by other deities or powers, might indeed be considered for such... relocation. What do you propose?"

Jaskier's eyes glinted with the thrill of the gamble. "For every Witcher's soul you agree to resurrect, I will pay two hundred gold pieces. Their names will only be offered by those who knew them in life, and there must be no other claim upon their spirits."

"A novel form of afterlife," mused Jergal, a ghost of amusement in his tone. "Very well, Prince Jaskier. Who will you name first?"

"Vesemir of Kaer Morhen," Jaskier replied promptly. "Slain in the defence against the Wild Hunt, a mere five years ago."

With a gesture from Withers, the air shimmered, and the form of Vesemir coalesced by the fire. His eyes, sharp and clear, flicked from Jaskier to the god standing before him.

"Where am I?" Vesemir's voice was rough with confusion.

Jaskier stepped forward, quickly explaining the situation and the role Vesemir could now play. Understanding dawned in the old Witcher's eyes, followed by a spark of determination.

"Then let's begin," Vesemir said, turning to Withers. "I can name quite a few who deserve another chance to swing a blade."

As Jaskier and Vesemir listed names, Withers, bound by the terms of their agreement, summoned each Witcher back into existence. The gold piled by Jaskier dwindled, but with each resurrection, the camp grew louder, more boisterous with reunions and disbelief.

By the time Geralt returned with Tav, Astarion, and Gale, the camp was transformed. Witchers long thought lost to the world were now laughing, sharing stories, and yes, liberally sampling the camp's stock of alcohol.

"What's happened here?" Geralt asked, his voice a mix of shock and awe as he recognised familiar faces from his past, some from his very childhood.

"Jaskier happened," Vesemir chuckled, clapping the bard on the back. "He's found us a new kind of afterlife—one with a bit more fighting and a lot more drinking."

Geralt looked at Jaskier, a mix of emotions playing across his face. Finally, he smiled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Only you, Jaskier, could orchestrate the resurrection of an army and turn it into a festival."

Jaskier bowed slightly, his face alight with mischief and pride. "Well, we have battles to fight, and who better to fight them with than brothers long thought lost?"

The camp buzzed with energy as the newly resurrected Witchers swapped tales with their saviour, making plans for the coming conflict. Geralt moved among them, every so often looking back at Jaskier with a shake of his head and a grin. He always was good with loopholes and pushing boundaries.

Finding out he was actually a Seelie Prince who got himself stuck without access to his magic within Geralt’s world honestly didn’t surprise him when he thought about it. He had always suspected Jaskier had some fae ancestry especially once it became obvious that he wasn’t aging. Also no bard, no matter how talented, could write a song like Toss A Coin and have it spread so far and so fast and actually make people believe that it’s good luck to toss coins at Witchers. At least it was better than rocks. Coins hurt just as much sometimes but at least you can spend a coin unlike a rock.

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fun doodle page (guess who the unnamed characters are)

also i drew these without reference so if they look a little funky that’s why 😃

[thedemonofcat]

On this day, Jaskier made the choice to leave the safety of his family's estate. His parents had begun plotting the most advantageous marriage for him, one that would benefit Lettenhove and elevate their family's status.

Desperate for an escape, Jaskier sought refuge in the nearby forest, drawn by its perfect acoustics for his lute. As he played his music, the last thing he expected was to attract an audience.

Especially not the Fae King Geralt. Nor did Jaskier imagine that his song would be interpreted as an invitation for marriage between them.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Jaskier never makes promises. He literally never says the word “promise”, and he swears no oaths.

It’s a subtle quirk. It takes Geralt years to notice. When he points it out, Jaskier says with false levity, “I guess I don’t.”

From the bard’s body language, Geralt can see he doesn’t want to talk about it, so the topic is dropped.

Years later��after Geralt screams his fury at Jaskier—the bard says in a broken voice, “Don’t worry, Geralt. I promise not to bother you anymore.”

The promise sears itself onto Geralt’s soul like a brand. One made of chaos, and he can feel it become binding.

Geralt whips around, but Jaskier was gone.

There are a few moments of confusion before Geralt realizes what just happened. Jaskier had promised, and that promise was sealed with chaos. Only the Fae have such an ability.

YESSSSSSS i love this Geralt has to track down Jaskier and prove that Jaskier doesn't bother him, and thus the promise is still ringing true, even as they continue traveling together

[dandeliont3aandsageleaves]

Adding onto this cause I keep thinking about it:

Geralt comes home one year smelling like Djinn magic and Jaskier loses his mind because how dare someone else mark his Wolf.

The Witchers all think "this is it. The crazy fae is going to curse us all" as they prepare for a fight but before anyone can move Jaskier is breaking the bond between Geralt and Yennefer that the djinn caused.

Geralt is then whisked away into the keep as he's aggressively pampered and lectured on the importance of Common Sense. Jaskier proceeds to follow Geralt out onto the path come spring cause he'll be damned if he lets another creature hurt someone that belongs to him.

Fic idea where Jaskier is a fae who keeps breaking into Kaer Morhen despite everyone's best efforts.

He doesn't want to hurt any of them (obviously), he just thinks the Witchers are cool and wants to shower them with affection. So he breaks in every winter and brings them food and helps fix up the keep and makes sure they're okay and sings them songs.

The Witchers are understandably very upset and freaked out by this random fae breaking into their home every winter. They spend so long trying to ward the keep against him, they try chasing Jaskier away, there are multiple attempts on his life. Jaskier just laughs and boops them on the nose before fluttering away. They end up reluctantly accepting him like one of those wild foxes trying to domesticate themselves.

Jaskier then starts kidnapping leading other Witchers to Kaer Morhen and the keep eventually fills up with very confused, very grumpy Witchers and a very satisfied fae who's happy with his collection.