#Geralt becomes a real man because Jaskier loves him so much

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Prompt 135

Julian has a favorite tree in the woods near his home. Julian was barely old enough to walk when he first hugged his favorite tree in the greenwood. For years he visited, picnicked with, spoke to it, hugged it, and tended it. When he was around 8 years old, an older boy began bullying him for escaping court and lessons to spend time in the woods and sing. Julian sobbed into the embrace he gave his favorite tree. Julian has told his tree for years that he loves music, that he hates being a viscount. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it. When his bully follows him into the woods one day, Julian is afraid. His bully raises a fist to hit him, only for a branch from his favorite tree to fall and bonk the older child on the head. The child ran away crying, and Julian was just fine. The bully never picked on him again. Julian thanked his tree, before growing worried over the dropped branch. Healthy trees don't drop branches, surely- So he makes sure to tend to his favorite tree extra the next few months, make sure it's healthy. No more branches drop, it was just that one on that one day. Julian continues to grow, and Julian continues to rebel. He decides one day as a teenager that he's decided he's going to run away. He climbs his tree, and lounges in the suspiciously comfortable set of branches, and tells his tree the whole plan. He's going to become a bard, and change his name, and travel the continent. "I'll miss you. Terribly. Thank you for being with me all these years." Julian sobs as he hugs his tree. He sleeps in the arms of his tree that night, away from his supposed home. It was his last night in the area for years. Jaskier is on his way to perform for a court, and unfortunately, to get there he must cut through lettenhove. He's sure if he keeps his head down, doesn't play any music, and just rushes through, they'll never even notice he was there. But he can't NOT visit his tree. It's been years. So one night, he creeps into the woods near his father's manor. When he spots the tree, healthy and strong as always, he tears up. "It's me. Julian. I- I'm Jaskier now, but It's still me. I'm so happy to see you. I'm so sorry it's been so long-" He walks closer, going to hug his tree, when he hears a voice clear it's throat, and he spins around in surprise. Fuck. His father. "Julian. I knew you'd end up back here." "...I was just leaving." "No. No, you weren't." And guards reveal themselves, coming out of the woodwork. Jaskier swears there's even extra hired muscle there, as if Jaskier is something to fear. In a fight against men with weapons? No. In a fight via poetry and insults? Yes! Doesn't help here, though. "You are coming home, and you will fulfil your duty." "I don't care about my duty! Just as you've never cared about me!" "And why would I care about such a disrespectful mutt, Julian!?" The guards creep closer, just as his father clenches his fist, and Jaskier is trapped. If he tries to run, they'll catch him. If he climbs, they'll climb too. If he fights, he'll just be hurt as they drag him away. But then the guards freeze, their eyes widening in horror. One drops his weapon and runs. Jaskier is confused. Sure, he raised his lute like a weapon, but it shouldn't be that frightening. I mean the men here had blades! "Back away from him." A deep voice growls, startling Jaskier. Jaskier turns and sees that a man is walking out of his favorite tree. The man is hench, and in armor, and holding two giant swords, and he just came out of Jaskier's tree. Tree man THERE IS A TREE MAN! Jaskier is trying very hard to process this, when he hears his father snap to the guards to fight the man off and capture the viscount by any means necessary. A guard grabs Jaskier's arm hard enough to bruise, and suddenly the man no longer had a hand, as the Man From The Tree slices it cleanly off, and blocks Jaskier from their view with his own body.

After a few minutes of sword clangs and panic, the men all retreat. Jaskier's father spits out one last insult to him before running off with his men.

And then the gorgeous guardian turns back to him and hugs him, tight and warm.

"My tree?" "My Jaskier."

[proheromidoriyashouto]

Jaskier who is losing his eye sight because someone cursed him to stop eyeing their wife and ope guess he can’t see anybody now, and wants a sight hound but he kept putting it off because acknowledging it would make it real but he’s reached the point of no return and for all that he is a rising star at Oxenfurt University he is from a rich family, naive, and easy to trick so a mage sells him a straight up barghest they bred like noble ladies breed lapdogs except this is a chaos beast. a post-conjunction freak. a vaguely dog shaped crime against nature.

and it LOVES Jaskier. just LOVES all the smooches and scritches from this man who does not smell of fear or intent to harm. LOVES roasted mutton bone dinner treats for being a “good girl”. LOVES snuggling with a guy who can’t tell its not a hairless dog but actually A Problem For City Living. and all it has to do is keep the hand that feeds it happy, by doing tasks, and safe, mostly from himself.

it is smarter than any actual dog due to mage intervention in its domestication so it understands this trade off is pretty sweet. cats have got this “adopt a two-leg idiot thing” right.

and the University keeps trying to hire Witchers to deal with it, but they have to meet Jaskier, and Jaskier LOVES his big cuddly dog and LOVES the idea of Big Strong Monster Hunters coming to talk. and the Witchers are just like “That’s a monster, young man.“ and Jaskier says, “She’s my puppy and I have enough money to make you go away.”

and the Witchers initially think this is a threat, but Jaskier just writes them a bank note for REDONKULOUS amounts of coin to fuck off and let me live please and since it hasn’t hurt anyone or even growled at the Witchers themselves and with Witchers being so dirt fucking poor most of them just fuck right off and live it up a little bit, only noting in their journals to keep an ear out for this kid in the future with no idea how that’s going to come to pass

some Witchers even try the old come-back-in-a-different-get-up-trick to try and get more money off this clearly rich sucker, but Jaskier remembers the sound of their voices and, as fascinated by Witchers as he is, brings up things they’ve told him and is just generally a good host and kind person to them so they feel bad trying to scam the blind kid and leave before having an existential crisis about it

until the Wolves hear about it. and they have too much moral backbone to just let it go. this college idiot may think that throwing around his family money is enough to get his way but they are going to disabuse him of this notion before people start dying or the beast begins spreading its’ affliction to actual dogs.

they send Geralt. which is a mistake. because he agrees to allow Jaskier to come with him to find and identify the mage that sold him the barghest and just leads to twenty years of shenaniganry because they. can. not. find. this snakeoil sales man.

except Jaskier thinks he’s just been traveling with his two very best friends in the whole wide world, writing songs depicting Witchers as heroes and the best of men, being guided by a post-Conjunction monster the entire time.

it isn’t until someone points out the obvious solution of trying to cure Jaskier’s curse instead, rendering the need for a sight hound moot to begin with, that things begin to fall to pieces.

Jaskier begins to feel like he’s losing Geralt. wonders if Geralt ever saw him as the friend that Jaskier felt they had become or if he’s just been a contract the Witcher has humored the entire time. which is not helped by the events of the King Niedamir’s Mountain.

and then someone commits the cardinal sin of pointing out that Jaskier’s “Seeing Eye Dog“ has no eyes itself. it’s been “seeing” for him and his non-functioning eyes out of its non-existent eyes for their entire acquaintance.

Jaskier remains in complete denial about it even after being granted his sight again. “Her eyes are just closed. You wouldn’t get it, she’s pedigree, Geralt. Of course she doesn’t resemble any mutt off the street. She has papers.”

[mintedwitcher]

Okay so re: this post I have feelings about the way the relationship between Geralt and Ciri is portrayed, and I'm going to try and make this make sense but like, bear with me.

First things first, the Geralt we see in season 2 with Ciri is vastly different to the Geralt we've seen in season 1. He is softer, he's more thoughtful, he's more careful with his words and his actions. Even in the few scenes where he's disciplining Ciri or trying to "tell her off", his words are never angry, he never raises his voice at her, he doesn't lash out.

And yes while we could attribute this to the fact that Ciri is still a child (despite her claims to the contrary), I like to think that instead, this is Geralt learning from his mistakes.

The last person he raised his voice in anger to was Jaskier, and it cost him a twenty-year-long friendship. He doesn't want to alienate or scare Ciri the way he did to Jaskier, and he doesn't want Ciri to distrust him the way Yennefer does after the dragon hunt.

This Geralt has learned, and he's trying to do better, to be better, for Ciri, and I think that's an amazing thing to see.

I also think that taking care of Ciri better prepares him for his reunions with Yen and Jaskier, respectively. With each of them, he's more open with his emotions, he's more honest with them about how he feels for them, because parenting Ciri has made him brave enough to be able to express these things more freely.

I've spoken at great length before how Jaskier deserved a better verbal apology in season two but reflecting on it now, I realise that trying to focus on Geralt's words is a mistake. We need to look at his actions, because while he's gotten much better with his words around Ciri, his interactions with Jaskier and Yennefer cannot just rely on words, because that's not how Geralt needs to apologise to them. He can say "sorry" as much as he wants to, but both Jaskier and Yennefer know that Geralt is a man of action, not a wordsmith.

So with Yennefer, this means being open and vulnerable enough to let his worry, his relief, show on his face when they reunite. This means introducing her to Ciri without hesitation, without trying to hide her identity or lie or brush her off. This means trusting Yennefer with the one person who is arguably the most important to Geralt. (And Yennefer betrayed that trust but that's a rant for another day.)

With Jaskier, this means showing physical affection (the hug). This means verbalising that he needs Jaskier. This means busting Jaskier out of prison and asking him to travel with him again, and taking him to Kaer Morhen for (as far as we know in canon) the first time. This means trusting Jaskier to look after Ciri in his absence.

Geralt has learned to show affection through words for his daughter, but the ripple effect of this change impacts all of his relationships. Ciri, just by virtue of needing Geralt in her life, has helped Geralt grow beyond the man he was at the end of season one.

And in return, being Geralt's daughter, being loved and protected by him, being accepted by his family, has helped Ciri become more than just a princess. And yes, she might idolise him and the other Witchers a little too much at times, but that's what happens with most children. They idolise their parents, they want to be just like their parents. Ciri is no different. This is a young girl who has grown up without her real father, without her mother, and who has just found a group of people that she can consider a family, thanks to Geralt.

Their bond is not just one made by destiny, or the Law of Surprise, but by choice. They choose one another. Geralt doesn't just love Ciri because she's his Child Surprise. He loves her the way a parent loves their child. He loves her because she deserves to be loved. And Ciri similarly loves Geralt the way a child loves their parent. She has faith in him, she believes in him, she trusts him. And yes, she argues and lashes out at him when she doesn't get her way, but that's typical of every teenager. And even when she lashes out, Geralt never responds with anger.

And yeah, sometime he says the wrong thing ("I've known many who wanted to be great fighters. Do you know where they are now? In cemeteries."), sometimes he gets frustrated ("When I say run, you run."), but he never gets angry. He never lets his temper get out of hand, because he's seen the damage it can do. He knows better now.

And the fact that he tries so hard to be good for Ciri is what made me love season two the most. Here is a man who has lived for decades in a hostile world, who has every reason to be cold and closed off, and here he is, trying to be better, so that Ciri can become better. He doesn't want her to become him, he wants her to exceed him. He, in my opinion, wants what every good parent should want for their child.

And yes, before anyone says it, I agree that we can't solely attribute his character growth to just Ciri alone, but I think she has made a massive impact on the way he views himself, and in turn the way he views his relationships.

TLDR: The relationship between Geralt and Ciri is a beautiful thing that has helped both characters evolve and grow into better people than they were before, and I genuinely hope that they keep this energy for season three.

[samstree]

44 with geraskier for the dialogue prompts?? if you feel like it 💜💜

In Plain Sight

44. "Tell me you love me one more time."

(1.2k, geralt pines and it’s becoming a theme)

AO3

“Jaskier.”

“Yes, dear husband?”

Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose. “Stop it. It’s over now.”

“Why I don’t know what you mean,” Jaskier says cheekily, cupping Geralt’s cheeks with both hands, squeezing gently. “Light of my life, heart of my songs, fire of my—”

“Don’t finish the thought.” Geralt is so very close to begging and, by some miracle, Jaskier relents. The bard releases him with a slight pout and picks up the scissors again for the futile endeavor of recreating his old haircut.

It turns out one tends to forget how their short hair is styled after keeping it long for too long. Jaskier is determined to shed his false persona, but Geralt only gives a contemplative hum.

Shame, he really liked the long hair.

“Alright, I’ll stop.” Jaskier presses his face close to the mirror to trim the fringe above his brows. “What did you want?”

“Now what?”

“You mean now that the mission is over and you don’t need to play the doting husband anymore, what will we do?”

Geralt simply crosses his arms in answer.

“You won’t need to do anything, darling witcher.” Jaskier winks at him through the mirror. “I’ll write a letter, make up some excuses or a breakup. Maybe some horrible accident that took my husband from me way too early? Which one do you prefer? Know that I’d make the most convincing widow. Heartbreak does come so naturally at this point. Practice makes perfect, am I right? Anyway, it’s only my mission, so you can be on your merry way by this evening.”

“Just like that?” Geralt frowns.

Somehow, it seems surreal that their little farce is already over. Just a month, Jaskier said at the time, a month of wine and food and dancing with your best friend, and oh, we need to pretend to be hopelessly in love. Also, it’s kind of a life-and-death situation, so…act for your life. Well, my life.

And it was so easy to pretend to be in love with Jaskier, to hold his hand in the public eye and murmur sweet nothings into his ear.

Too easy, because Geralt has done it in his dreams a million times.

And now he’s waking up.

“Still,” Geralt clears his throat, “where will you go?”

“Novigrad, I’m sure. Report duty to Dijkstra. Urgh, that’ll go well.” Jaskier puts down the scissors with a thud, grimacing. “The man has never approved of my method, and now he’ll say I’ve drawn too much attention, with a fake husband so less. Will a spy master ever understand the merit of hiding in plain sight? Well, he’s no boss of me.”

“He literally is, Jaskier.” Worry churns in Geralt’s stomach. This whole spying business always leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. It’s dangerous in a way that makes Geralt feel wrong-footed. Monsters he can deal with, but Jaskier being involved in the political upheaval of the North…

He’s just a bard, for fuck’s sake.

“You’re sure you can handle it on your own?” Geralt asks again, hiding the uncertainty in his voice. He must be doing a terrible job because Jaskier’s eyes widen in understanding.

“Oh,” he breathes, “Geralt, it’s sweet that you worry, but I know how to stay out of trouble.”

“History may suggest otherwise.”

“History suggests,” Jaskier deadpans, placing a hand on Geralt’s forearm, “that I’ve survived this far, and I can take care of myself. Yes, even when you’re not there, darling.”

The endearment manages to make Geralt’s heart flutter, despite having heard it every day in the past month. It’s because this is real, he knows. It’s Jaskier’s words to him, and only him. No one else is listening.

“I could go to Redania. Take the long way home,” Geralt offers, knowing that one word from Jaskier and he’ll go anywhere on the continent.

But Jaskier smiles that smile only reserved for him, his eyes crinkling with warmth.

“And here it goes, all the façade of your grunts and scowls. I know you are soft for me, somewhere deep down, and all the pretense can’t hide it.”

“Wasn’t trying to.” It slips out too easily, hitting too close to home, so Geralt amends, “I’m playing your husband, remember?”

“Hmm. It’s hard not to.”

The tiny smile widens, and Jaskier’s happy scent is so overwhelming Geralt has to will his face not to flush. He fails.

“Well, husband,” Jaskier adds, mischief gleaming in his eyes, “if you are truly dismayed to part with me, perhaps I can keep something of yours. After all, the road is full of danger. Who knows what kind of beasts are out there?”

Jaskier is standing too close and Geralt’s voice comes out a bit too hoarse for his liking.

“What will you keep?”

“Why don’t you…tell me you love me,” Jaskier swallows, eyes drifting down a smidge, “one more time. For our short-lived marriage.”

“I—”

Geralt opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He steps back, the most horrible thought crossing his mind—

If he says it out loud, it’ll be real.

“Jaskier, I—” he winces as the bard snaps out of his stupor. “I can’t—”

Jaskier retreats, his hands returning to his side and smoothing his doublet nervously.

“No, of course not.” The bard shakes his head as if to berate himself. “We are not acting anymore, and there’s no one here, so… I shouldn’t have.”

The distance between them is too great for Geralt’s heart to handle, but he stays where he is as Jaskier packs away his things and sling the lute onto his back, his head ducked low the entire time.

“Anyway, see you around,” Jaskier exhales, and passes Geralt, still not meeting his gaze.

Geralt flexes his fists a few times awkwardly as Jaskier walks away, before instinct takes over and he calls out.

“Wait.”

“Wha—oomph!”

Before Jaskier can react, Geralt has turned around and pulled him into a hug—a surprise to the both of them—their bodies slamming into each other with unexpected force, their arms winding tightly. Geralt burrows into Jaskier’s neck so the broken look on his face can never be seen.

“Don’t die in Redania,” he says eventually, letting out a shuddering breath.

“You too. Don’t forget—don’t let Roach forget me.”

Geralt’s hand ends up at Jaskier’s nape, touching the freshly trimmed stubbles there. He misses when he could thread his fingers through Jaskier’s long hair. He misses playing with it as countless eyes watch.

He wishes he could do it still, with no one watching.

“Okay.”

And then Jaskier is gone, rounding a corner to disappear into the hallway in no time. His strides are way too quick for Geralt to discern the falter in his steps, his face turned away the whole time.

Jaskier never looks back once.

For the first time in a month, the space between Geralt’s arms is truly empty, just like the bard-shaped hole in his chest, carved out by years worth of longing.

And it won’t be filled for a while yet.

~~

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It Was You All Along (Part 7)

Author’s note: So that wasn’t much of a break, but I couldn’t resist! Here is the next installment of the series, featuring a meme I made myself to reflect the vibes of the first half of this part! And yes, it is supposed to be that pixely. It adds spice. Also, I tried to be as vague as possible describing reader’s outfit towards the end so that you could imagine it the way you wanted! As always, feedback is appreciated, and I hope you all enjoy! Link to my ask box! 

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A voice called for me, but I didn’t quite process it. I was too busy trying to fix this gigantic, gaping hole in Geralt’s trousers. Melitele knows if I don’t do it, he would just walk around with it decorating his attire. 

The voice called for me again, but this time I ignored it on purpose. If I lost concentration, I would prick myself with the needle...again. And I didn’t really want to turn my fingers into more of a bloody mess than they already were. 

I heard footsteps beside me, but I didn’t realize how close they were until a rush of coldness surrounded my body. Not only coldness, but wetness. A bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on me, causing me to scream and drop what I was doing as I stood up in shock. 

“Julian!” 

His real name still felt unfamiliar on my lips. I had taken to calling him that every so often, usually when I was angry with him, or when I was messing with him. It was for that reason, I think, that he froze so suddenly when I spoke. He wasn’t used to it either, even though he was the one that suggested I start using it more. 

The bucket made a small thump sound as it hit the ground beneath us, and Jaskier raised his hands up in an apology. But he also backed away like a scared animal. I almost felt bad for him. Almost, but not quite. 

“Now, (Y/N)...I was just trying to get your attention is all. It’s quite important, you see.”

I gathered my skirts in my hands and stomped towards him, scowling and shivering the whole way. 

“What could possibly be so important that you couldn’t wait until I was finished? And what made you think dumping cold water on me was a good idea?”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I starting running towards him, my clothes making a sloshing noise against my skin. A string of curse words left his mouth as he took off trying to get away from me. He could be quite fast when he wanted to be. But no way was I going to let him get away from me that easily. 

As soon as he picked up speed, so did I. He wove through the trees surrounding our campsite, going in between them like a maze. Eventually we made it back to where we started. My spot was near a tree and the pants I had been working on were visibly in a bunch on the ground. But behind that was the river that I’m assuming the idiot got the water in the first place. I wonder if I could lead him back there... and “accidentally” knock him in.

As luck would have it, I didn’t even have to put that thought into action. He had made his way to the edge of the river, and turned quickly on his heel trying to run away from me again. But he slipped on the muddy bank, and fell right into the water himself. 

Coming to a stop, a sharp laugh came from my chest suddenly. And I laughed even harder when he bobbed above the surface, hair sticking to his forehead and his fancy doublet soaked. 

“That’s what you get!” I yelled to him between bouts of laughter. 

While Jaskier pulled himself out of the water unceremoniously, I heard more footsteps behind me followed by a thud. Geralt must be back. Only one man I know could walk and sit down that heavily. 

I turned towards the sound, and sure enough, Geralt was sitting down on the log he had claimed as his earlier. He took one look at me and one look at Jaskier who was now standing on the bank of the river, shivering like his life depended on it. 

“I don’t even want to know,” said Geralt with a twitch of his eyebrow and a roll of his eyes. 

~

Night had fallen now. I couldn’t help but reflect on the past few months since that attack at our camp. Things had been pretty boring since then honestly. But I guess I couldn’t complain. Being bored was better than being in danger. 

Geralt was asleep and snoring at an unholy volume. This of course caused a glance between Jaskier and I, and sent us into a fit of silent laughter together. The kind of laughter that had your stomach hurting and your mouth open with no sound. The kind that had you grabbing onto your friend for dear life. Which is precisely what the two of us were doing right now. I had such a grip on Jaskier’s arm, I thought he surely must be in pain. But if he was, he made no mention of it and kept laughing with me. 

However much time had passed, it seemed to only be a few minutes. And I still had my hand on his arm, although my grip definitely lessened. He didn’t notice this either, and simply looked into the dying flames with dried tears from his laughter on his cheeks. My gaze lingered a moment too long on his cheeks, and I began to think about how gentle his eyelashes looked against his skin as he blinked. 

Heat rose in my cheeks and I silently withdrew my hand from his arm. This seemed to catch his attention though. 

“Composed yourself now? Don’t need to steady yourself from anymore laughter?”

There was a glint in his eye as he asked me the questions. I had to keep from smiling. 

“That depends. Got any jokes?”

He stood suddenly and rested a hand on his chin, making it seem like he was deep in thought. 

“You look as if you are composing a new song, Julian.”

“I’m a musician, my dear, I am always composing.” 

He paced around the fire, which was even lower than before. The way he took everything so seriously was something that entertained me, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself because of it. 

Suddenly, he opened his mouth in a silent “Aha!”

“(Y/N), why must you never use a broken pen?”

I paused for a moment and scrunched my face in thought, trying to come up with an answer. But before I could, he delivered the punch line. 

“It’s pointless, darling.”

I snorted at the same time Geralt groaned. The fucker was awake. 

Jaskier almost jumped out of his boots at the sudden noise, which only caused me to laugh again. The pain in my stomach from earlier was back, but I couldn’t keep from laughing. 

“Have you been awake this whole time, Geralt?” Jaskier yelled in surprise. 

“Long enough. Don’t you have anything better to do? Like sleep?”

Jaskier open and closed his mouth a few times before settling on a simple, “Right,” in response. He then took his spot a few feet away from Geralt and laid down for the night. 

“Goodnight, Geralt.” Jaskier said with a stifled yawn.

Geralt simply grunted in return, rolling over so his back was facing Jaskier. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” Jaskier called in my direction. 

“Goodnight, Jaskier. And goodnight Geralt!” 

“Hmph,” was all I got in response. 

There was a silence over our camp now. But it was too quiet. The kind of quiet that felt like it would be broken at any moment now. Jaskier’s voice was what broke it, of course.

“Goodnight, Roach.”

“Oh, yeah! Goodnight, Roach and Lily!” I called out excitedly. 

“How could I forget Lily? Goodnight, Lily!” Jaskier parroted. 

“Oh, for the love of-” Geralt groaned loudly, sitting up and gathering his things. He promptly moved farther and farther away from us, settling on a spot under the cover of darkness in the trees. 

I snickered to myself as I got my things ready to lay down. Annoying Geralt had become one of our favorite things to do together over the past few months. 

It became silent again, and I could hear Jaskier’s even breathing now, signalling that he was asleep. I had the feeling I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Call it instinct, I guess. 

I laid down on my back and stared up at the sky. Jaskier and I were closer than ever, and it was so nice. But I needed more. I craved more. They say time heals all wounds, but my heart was still shattered after all these months had gone by. I was still so in love with my best friend that it hurt. Even more than it did before. 

Jaskier had been acting differently lately though. He called me more nicknames, and he was even more of a flamboyant disaster than when I first met him. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen him with any random women in bars or taverns anymore. Could he-? No. No way. I must be out of my mind. 

My fingers instinctively went to the dagger Geralt had given me a while ago. Sometimes I would run my hands along the inscription, trying to remind myself to be brave like it said. I could almost laugh at myself right now. I was being anything but brave when it came to Jaskier. 

“Could you please calm your nerves down? I can feel them from over here,” a gruff voice said in the distance. Geralt. Of course.

“Sorry to disturb you. Maybe you should move to another new spot, even farther away. Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask. How is Yennefer?”

I didn’t have to have Witcher senses to feel how that comment landed. 

~

Morning came much more quickly than I was hoping it would. It meant today was the day we had to get moving, which meant we would be moving closer to the situation I had been trying to avoid thinking about. The ball. 

I seemed to be the last one awake, and I could feel the energy as soon as I had rubbed the sleepiness from my reluctant eyes. Geralt sad brooding in the corner of our camp, and Jaskier was flitting about getting everyone’s things together. It was easy to see who was excited and who was not. 

“Today is the day, you sad sack of...sadness,” Jaskier vocalized in regards to Geralt. 

“I know. Don’t remind me.”

I almost laughed as I sat up from my spot on the ground. Geralt wasn’t looking forward to this, and truth be told, I wasn’t either. At least part of me wasn’t. The other part couldn’t help being excited in a childlike way. I had never been in a castle before, let alone a ballroom. Although I couldn’t help but feel like I would be out of place, and painfully so. 

“Don’t look so excited, Geralt.” 

“You weren’t there. You don’t know what happened at the last one.”

I winced and realized that he was right. Although Jaskier had told me some of what happened, I was almost certain that he watered down the events of Pavetta’s betrothal ball in doing so. 

The man in question turned to look at me, apparently just now realizing I was awake. 

“There you are! Come on, we are losing daylight!”

“Jaskier, do I even really need to come? Geralt is only going to be your body guard, so I don’t really have a purpose.”

“Don’t be silly. You must come! We couldn’t just leave you by yourself for hours at a time. These things do tend to take a while.”

I rolled my eyes and stood, stretching as I did so. 

“I am a grown up, you know. I can take care of myself. Afraid I might get kidnapped?” 

Jaskier scoffed and continued packing, mostly ignoring my comment. But it was true, I could take care of myself. Geralt had taught me some things with the dagger over the past few weeks, and I felt confident in my abilities. 

“Well if I must go, at least be careful with my dress and things. I’m sure Yennefer paid good money for them.” 

“The witch probably stole them, more like.”

I watched as Jaskier carefully started packing my things, and tried not to cackle when Geralt made a comment about shoving his foot somewhere it didn’t belong in reference to Jaskier. 

Today was going to be quite...something. 

~

Since we had done most of the travelling yesterday, what was left for today didn’t take long. We made it to the castle in no time it seemed. 

Lily and Roach were tied up in the stables, in the same stall actually. I was quite happy that the stable master was willing to do that. They always seemed to enjoy each other’s company. 

I sat in my borrowed room getting ready, and I was assuming that Geralt and Jaskier were in their own rooms doing the same thing. But that thought was at the back of my mind now as I looked at myself in the mirror. Or at least, what I think was myself. I didn’t really recognize the woman staring back at me. 

Yennefer had picked out the most beautiful, elegant, and intricate floor-length ballgown I could ever imagine. It was sleeved as well, with lace adorning them to match the bodice. The skirt was made of layers on layers, it seemed, and with every move I made it swished gently to follow. It was even in my favorite color. I wonder how she knew? I don’t remember telling her...

She had also gotten me some jewelry to match, and the metals and gems complimented my skin tone perfectly. How did she know all this? I had only met her once, and it was very briefly. I would have to thank her for all this later. 

Not long after I had finished getting dressed, jeweled, and made up, a knock sounded at my door. 

“Come in,” I called. 

Jaskier entered in his outfit for the night. It was a dark, silky purple with golden accents along the doublet’s center, and my breath hitched in my throat when I saw him in the reflection of the mirror I sat in front of. 

“You look breathtaking, darling,” he said in a whisper as he approached me. 

Hopefully he didn’t notice the blush creeping up the sides of my neck. I don’t think I would ever get used to his names for me. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself. Compare that to when you fell into the water yesterday and looked like a dying animal, you basically are a different person.”

Jaskier feigned anger, but I could tell he was amused. 

“Do you like your clothes? I made sure to tell Yennefer all your favorite colors and shiny things.”

My heart skipped a beat. He had told her all of that? I didn’t even know that he knew those things about me.

I stood before really thinking about what I was doing, and turned to face him, the shock evident on my face.

“You told her all that? I didn’t know that you knew such trivial facts about me...Thank you.”

He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. 

“Of course I know. And it was no problem. I had to make sure she didn’t dress you in an unflattering way.”

I tilted my head in thought, almost as a reflex, and it caught his attention. 

“What are you thinking about, (Y/N)?” Jaskier asked me quietly with a crooked smile. 

“I seem to be thinking about everything and nothing at once...but I am mostly wondering how you convinced the people hosting this ball to let me in. Geralt is your security, of course, I get that. But how did you get me in? I’m no one special.”

He was silent for a moment and stared at a spot past me, for almost so long I didn’t think he would reply. But then he did, with an odd look on his face that showed happiness and some other emotion I didn’t recognize. 

“I told them you were my muse. A musician cannot perform without their muse.”

My mouth twitched as if to fall open in shock. but I didn’t let it. I didn’t want him to see how this affected me.

“I’m your what?”

“My muse. You know, inspiration?”

I shook my head furiously, matching the speed at which my heart was beating.

“I know what it means. But why did you tell them that? You couldn’t have come up with a better excuse to get me in here? You didn’t have to lie to them.” 

You couldn’t have come up with a better excuse in order to keep me from getting my hopes up?

He looked at me with a smile. But it was a pained smile. Then for a second, it looked like he might speak. Until Geralt passed by the open door way and told Jaskier it was time to go. The crowd was waiting on him. 

I stood frozen in the same spot I had been in, and I watched them leave. First Geralt, then Jaskier following behind him. At the last second before leaving the doorway, he stopped, placing a hand on the frame. 

Finally he turned to me, and looking over his shoulder, he simply said:

“I didn’t lie.” 

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Nili’s Benchmark Geraskier Fic Rec List

hey yall! I officially hit 750 followers (a few days ago, I blew past the benchmark without even realizing!), which is... insane. I truly can’t believe that so many people over the last year have enjoyed my presence in this fandom enough to continue to follow my work. you guys are so great and I love you all so much, so I decided to put together a gift for you!

this is a list of my favorite geraskier fics from the fandom, which I have been putting together over the last year or so. a few of these are big in the fandom, but a lot of them are smaller pieces that I feel deserve more attention! I have provided ao3 and tumblr links where I could find them, as well as ratings and summaries. Most of these are canon!verse because I’m not personally a big fan of modern au’s, but there will be a few of those scattered throughout as well. I’ve divided the fics into two sections: oneshots and multichapter. See the list below the cut!

Being in this fandom truly has gotten me through the pandemic in a big way and I have made so many good friends while here. thank you all for validating my weird obsession with these characters and enabling me in these trying times <3

Oneshots

all that was good, all that was fair (all that was me is gone) | M | 7517 | WARNING: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | @xdandelionxbloomx

Somewhere, deep in a forest, a man drags himself from his grave by sheer power of will. He lies gasping on the forest floor and does not know who or what he is. The world is wide and wonderful, though, and there is so much to see.

Or, Jaskier is so stubborn that he literally comes back from the dead.

Another fascinating addition to the mythology of the Witcher. Jaskier’s slow rediscovery of himself is so well done here. One I’ve come back to again and again. 

As Fast As Love Can Go | T | 9628 | @bygodstillam

There are Faeries in the Wood.

That's what everyone said, at least, not that there was any solid proof. Jaskier had tried, more than once, to find some. Just a hint somewhere, of a real story, of real magic. But all anyone seemed to have was stories.

Jaskier was determined to find proof. He wasn't expecting to find a witcher in the process.

Fascinating fic with some really interesting worldbuilding, and a fresh new take on True Love’s Kiss. Also with some great art by @hehearse!

beautiful, he stirs up still things | T | 2575 | @alittlebitmaybe

“You’re not asking me to dance,” says Geralt.

Jaskier turns his palm up on his knee, offering it. “I think you’ll find I am.”

Just them dancing. This is a lovely sort of pre-relationship dynamic. So soft.

Dialogue Prompt | NR | 2932 | @reinvent-and-believe

Dialogue Prompt 48: “You make me want things I can’t have.” Wordless I-love-you 50: buying them a special treat when you go out shopping

Geralt gets Jaskier a gift, which prompts some confessions.

Even a small love | E | 22,272 | WARNING: Rape/Non-Con 

“Well,” Jaskier replies distractedly. “Lots of things want to strangle you.”

“You don’t.”

It isn’t a particularly troublesome accusation, or even necessarily an accusation at all.

This is one I read early on in the fandom, and it really stuck with me. The dynamic between Jaskier and Geralt is perfect, and the misunderstandings between them feel so realistic. The non-con is not extreme, but do mind the warnings. 

For the Space of a Heartbeat | T | 2021 | @drowningbydegrees

As it turns out, falling into bed with your very best friend who you are privately very much in love with isn't nearly so nerve wracking as waking up with them the morning after.

Just sweet, morning after discussions. I love to see them talking for once.

Greensleeves | T | 10,414 | @rebrandedbard

When Geralt crosses paths with Jaskier in the spring, the world is dressed in green. Quite literally. Everyone everywhere is wearing green, and it all comes down to a song Jaskier has written that, to his mortification, has become popular throughout the Continent. It's torment, being forced to preform the song over and over again and have his heart broken anew. But who is this Lady Greensleeves the people say Jaskier is so maddeningly, heartbrokenly in love with? At the baron's wedding party, Geralt is determined to find out.

This is one of my personal faves - there’s just something about Jaskier’s feelings being put on blast while Geralt remains totally oblivious that I think is so very them. And the resolution at the end is delightful.

I Don’t Wanna Fall (If It’s Not In Love) | E | 13,902 | @writinglizards

The first time it's out of desperation. Things get rapidly out of hand from there.

OR the building of a relationship through mutual wank sessions.

I love everything Ashley writes, but this one was the first fic I read by her and it still has a warm place in my heart. I also highly recommend It’s Been A While (makes me cry every time) and Tell Me Honestly

Like a Storm, Like a Flood | T | 1065 | @valdomarx

Jaskier is leaving for the winter, and Geralt can't bear the thought of not seeing him for months.

It was soooo hard to pick only one fic by George, but this one is so soft and sweet and yearning I just had to go with it. This is really just about Geralt finally hitting a breaking point and saying enough is enough.

one flesh | E | 10,763 | WARNING: MCD 

“Well, then. I’m a ghost.” Jaskier spread his arms grandly. Geralt held his gaze for a moment, then dropped his head and laughed. Jaskier put his hands on his hips. “Do fill me in on what’s so funny.” It wasn’t funny. It was just so - ridiculous, the things Geralt’s fucked up brain would invent. This had to be the last nail in the sanity coffin, it just had to be.

Or: Jaskier is a ghost, and Geralt is a mess.

Jaskier dies and comes back as a ghost to haunt Geralt into taking care of himself. Geralt does not handle this gracefully. This fic is so sad and heartbreaking, but the ending is so sweet.

to render it transparent | E | 23,901

Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.

Sigh. This fic. This is a time travel fic - Geralt ends up in the future living with Jaskier on the coast, just after the mountain. It’s slow and beautiful and extremely bittersweet, all about how we choose to love people despite how much it can hurt us.

With All the Continent A Stage | M | 4745 | @greyduckgreygoose

Later, Geralt learned that the play was four hours long. Four hours long. It didn’t feel like it. Most of it passed by in a fever dream of ominous music, dance-fighting and dryads in gossamer leaves, swinging from hoops attached to the ceiling. Yennefer made an appearance, played by Priscilla in a glittering negligee. She sang a song to Geralt about putting him “Under Her Spell”, and they had a sensual dance number which was made a little strange by a sickened Jaskier (played by Jaskier) coughing loudly in the background.

(Jaskier invites Geralt to a musical production inspired by his own life.)

Jaskier basically writes Geralt a love letter in the form of a four hour long play. Geralt is an idiot about it.

Multi-Chapter Fics

A Lover’s Lament | M | 25,364 | @somedrunkpirate

So,” Jaskier begins, as casually as he can, “you are telling me, that in theory, if I were to be in love with someone — anyone — that person could well be in terrible danger?”

Of all terrible and ridiculous things that have threatened Geralt’s safety, Jaskier’d never thought that loving him might be what will get him killed.

I honestly can’t count the number of times I’ve read this fic. The monster is so interesting, and the mythos of it fits seamlessly into the world of the Witcher in my mind. Jaskier being so afraid that his feelings are going to put Geralt at risk, clearly unable to see that Geralt is going through the exact same thing. I think about the scene with them looking at each other almost daily. 

A Pair of Gloves, the Scent of Roses | M | 24,134 | WARNING: Graphic Depictions of Violence

In the bustling days before the Midsummer festival, Geralt is sent into the countryside to deal with a monster - with Jaskier once again by his side. But the bard has not forgiven him, and while he's not hiding his contempt for the Witcher, he is recalcitrant about revealing his true motives for joining him. As the hunt turns into a desperate mission to save an innocent man and the monster is not what is seems to be, Geralt learns a few new things about his old friend and decides to finally attempt to mend the rift between them...

This is one of my favorite’s in the fandom - it feels so believable, the world is so rich and the oc’s are convincing and charming. Geralt and Jaskier feel so honest here, stumbling around each other but still drawn together. Beautiful beautiful beautiful

Bearing the will of the flower | NR | 11,449 

The way Jaskier sees it, his hobby of following a witcher around was always pretty likely to get him killed.

The fact that it's happening now because the witcher in question doesn't love him, he thinks as he coughs up crumpled flowers, hardly makes a difference.

My favorite hanahaki fic in the fandom. I’m such a sucker for these, and these two idiots being so incapable of talking about their feelings really makes them prime candidates. 

Food of Love | T | 22,488 | @wallatile-qvibbler

I brought a dead princess back to life through the power of song is the kind of thing that would have got an eyebrow raise even from the stone-faced Geralt of Rivia, so it's a good thing he and Geralt will probably never see each other again.

(or: the one where Jaskier channels magic through his songs, and it almost never goes as expected.)

This is a Jaskier and Renfri centric fic, which wasn’t something I knew I wanted until I read this. Jaskier is a bard which in this AU comes with magical powers, but it feels so well integrated into the universe that I wish it was just... how the Witcher is. Renfri is so good here, and even though Jaskier and Geralt barely even interact you can feel the tension and love between them. Cannot recommend highly enough.

friends and allies of the witcher | T | 10,312 | @theamazingbard

Yennefer crawls over to her newest cellmate. They’re curled up on their side. Breathing, but only just. She’s not sure what she’s hoping for when she turns them over. Still isn’t when she sees that it is indeed Jaskier.

“Shit."

Yennefer and Jaskier each suffer in more ways than one at the hands of Nilfgaard.

Yennefer and Jaskier get capture by Nilfgaard and tossed into a cell together. Exactly what I want out of season 2 honestly. Their interactions are gold.

I’d Be the Choiceless Hope | E | 45,188 | WARNING: Rape/Non-Con | @lesdemonium

As a baby, Jaskier was visited by a fae, who gifted Jaskier's mother with Jaskier's obedience. As Jaskier grew older, the "gift" became more of a curse.

You know I’m not gonna make a rec list without listing Zoe’s Ella Enchanted au. Need I say more?

Silver and Copper | M | 56,139 | WARNING: Graphic Depictions of Violence | @kaer-cuan

Geralt is just supposed to pass through the quiet Lettenhove area. He's not anticipating being begged by its people to help save their viscount from a curse that keeps him from daylight. Lord Jaskier, they call him, and he's likely dying.

As Geralt struggles to untangle the ugly web of history that has lead to the increasingly complicated curse, he finds himself spending more and more time with the strange young viscount and wondering just what he might have been before the curse, and who he might be after. But things are not always as they seem, and as the curse tightens its grip on Jaskier, Geralt is forced to face the fear of failing yet another person whose choices were stolen from them.

Or-

Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

This is a fic that haunts me. It’s very scary in parts, and mind the tags - there are some very heavy themes here. But it’s beautiful and touching, and Jaskier feels very true to himself even though his origin is so different.

we could be married (and then we'd be happy) | E | 50,222 | @a-kind-of-merry-war

Jaskier reached into his pocket, fingers grasping around the little box. He pulled it out with what he hoped was a romantic flourish, flipping it open to reveal the simple gold band inside. “Geralt,” he said, confidently, cooly, like this wasn’t terrifying, “Will you marry me?”

Geralt and Jaskier fake marriage proposals to get free deserts and shit but it goes tits up when Vesemir catches them in the act. Not knowing how to fess up, they go along with it for a while, which is hell because they’re both pining like mad. As I said, I don’t love modern au’s, but it’s merry so of course this one had to end up on my list.

~

And that’s it! 20 fics for you, and hopefully you can all find one or two you haven’t read before. There are a lot of people and fics that I didn’t include in this list only because I was trying to not put a million down (which I could). I highly recommend anything by @wherethewordsare, @julek, @contemplativepancakes, @witcher-and-his-bard, and @inber, as well as those linked to fics above, and I’m sure there are others I forgot to mention. Yall have truly made being in this fandom worthwhile <3

[jaskierisbi]

okay but songfic for liability (lorde) with jaskier feeling useless in a keep full of strong witchers and sorceresses and whatever the fuck ciri is

he’s just a bard totally not human either but that’s another post, an artist, using sarcasm and humor to get by in a world of danger and death

LIKE GUYS

They say, "You're a little much for me || You're a liability || You're a little much for me" || So they pull back, make other plans || I understand, I'm a liability

The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy || 'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore || And then they are bored of me

like, not to mention how fucked up his mental state is right now???

like he goes from singing all too well (jaskier’s version) to helping his ex-nemesis-new-best-friend escape the country to being tortured for information about his ex best friend (the man that he loved for over 20 years) to being saved by yen, to trying to save her, to being imprisoned, to seeing geralt again, to seeing yen almost sacrifice ciri, to seeing geralt hold his sword at yen’s throat, to (finally) going to kaer morhen, to witnessing a shit ton of witchers be killed, to seeing yen slit her wrists, to her geralt and ciri disappearing ALL WITHIN A FEW DAYS

we literally saw him sleeping with a bottle of alcohol when yen came into his room. he’s obviously Not Okay

and now he’s an outsider in this cold and unfamiliar place. geralt and yen are with ciri, the witchers have each other, so where does he fit in? why is he there?

maybe he tries to leave in the cover of night (because apparently kaer morhen is a lot easier to access than literally ALL OF US thought???), or maybe he stays and is subdued and muted because he’s afraid of being a bother or being kicked out. maybe he keeps to himself, pulls into himself.

he’s always been a little too much for everyone. people always liked him until they didn’t. yes, geralt apologized, and he does get why his friend lashed out, but that doesn’t take the hurt away. that the man he loved considered his best friend for over twenty years was tired of him too

he doesn’t want to be thrown aside again. he doesn’t think he can survive it. he knows what he is: weak, silly, useless. a liability. but he’s weak and wanting, and yearns for a place somewhere in this makeshift family

anyways then yen notices it and there’s softness there because she knows what it’s like to feel like the weak and useless one and they’re something now, and she wants to comfort him because she cares about him and he cares about her

geralt doesn’t notice, but he does notice when yen and jaskier become a Unit. when they talk softly and share touches and give each other meaningful looks. (the cognitive dissonance of seeing them be enemies to whatever this is is VERY real)

idk how it ends, probably with an ot3 and plenty of comfort for the hurt

…anyways now I kinda want to write this 👀👀👀

[senashenta]

Give The Bard A Sword

Title: Give The Bard A Sword (for @whataboutthebard)

Prompt: Monster attack

Pairing: JaskierxGeralt

Rating: PG

Warnings: Violence, blood, minor gore

Notes: Read it on AO3 here. <3

GIVE THE BARD A SWORD By Senashenta

Jaskier had no idea if he had the right sword or not, and that was a problem. That was one of many problems, not the least of which was the fact that Geralt was sprawled out on the forest floor a few feet behind him with his guts attempting to vacate his body. So while Geralt desperately downed vials of Swallow and Kiss and shoved his intestines back where they belonged, Jaskier was left to hold the fucking sword and he was a fucking bard for Gods’ sake!

But he would be damned if he did nothing and watched Geralt die in these fucking woods! The man was the love of his Godsdamned life and that simply wasn’t going to happen! So he’d picked up one of the Witcher’s ridiculously heavy swords, held it tight in both his hands, and turned to face the werewolf that had already literally gutted it’s real opponent.

Geralt was calling him back, calling him off, calling him all sorts of creative names, but Jaskier ignored him because he couldn’t do anything else.

He was going to die here, tonight. He had already come to that conclusion and made peace with it. As long as he could buy Geralt time for his potions to do their job, that was the important thing—that Geralt made it out alive. Because he was the one who would shape the fate of the Continent, not Jaskier, not a simple bard, that much he was sure of. The White Wolf was the important one, not him.

He wasn’t thinking about what it would do to Geralt, to lose him. He wasn’t thinking how the Witcher would grieve and rage and become a thousand times the cut-off, distant man he had been when they’d first met.

All he was thinking was about saving Geralt’s life as the werewolf rebounded from the Witcher’s last Aard and came sprinting toward him.

Jaskier braced himself and swung the sword, managed to clip the wolf in the side but exposed himself in the process. The werewolf swiped at him, claws slashing across his ribs, cutting deep ribbons of flesh that gushed blood instantly. Jaskier cried out, but spun and brought the sword up again, barely blocking another slash of razor-sharp claws.

He was used to his dagger. He was good with his dagger. But a dagger against a werewolf might as well have been a toothpick.

The sword was too heavy for him, unwieldy, and who knew if it was even the silver one or not? He couldn’t see well enough in the dark to tell. If he was holding the steel sword he might as well have been holding a candlestick for all the good it would do.

Geralt was still yelling behind him, cursing. Jaskier tried to block him out as he braced for the next strike from the werewolf, which swung around from the left and knocked him sideways into a thick oak tree. Jaskier hit hard enough to knock the air from his lungs—and felt something snap in his arm, pain flaring outward from the same spot.

He hissed between his teeth and pushed through the cracked bone, shoving off the tree and turning to face the wolf again, though his grip on the sword wasn’t as firm as before, wavering along with the strength in his broken arm.

When the werewolf struck again, it was to knock him backward into the same tree—but he at least had the sword up, one hand on the hilt and the other palming the blade, to hold it back as it snapped at him, an inch or two from tearing his face off. His broken arm screamed at the exertion and blood continued to pour from his side. This wasn’t sustainable.

Grunting with the effort, he tried to shove the creature back and off himself, but he simply didn’t have the strength to do so. It continued snarling and snapping at him, but reached past the sword with one paw to claw at his stomach, drawing more blood—and that was when his arm gave out, collapsing back against the tree with a thud.

Seizing it’s opportunity, the werewolf lunged forward and clamped it’s jaws down on Jaskier’s shoulder, biting down fiercely. Jaskier screamed, a raw, agonized sound—

That didn’t last for long.

One second the wolf was savaging him and the next it was being yanked backward, shoved to the ground, and the sword was being pulled from Jaskier’s weak grasp. Standing over the beast, heaving, Geralt took the sword and beheaded it in one clean strike, a low, vicious growl in his throat the entire time. Jaskier watched with wide eyes, even as he began sliding down the tree until he was half-crumpled on the ground.

“I did it…?”

“Fuck. Jaskier.” The sword was discarded without a second thought, and Geralt was kneeling at his side, looking over his wounds, eyes and veins still black from his potions but obvious concern on his face nonetheless, “I told you to run.”

Had he? Jaskier hadn’t really been listening. “Couldn’t leave you. What would the world do without you?”

“You asshole.” Geralt gathered him up in his arms carefully, picking him up and carrying him over to a better location, where there was more light, where Jaskier could lay out properly while he tended to his injuries. “Fuck the world. What would I do without you?”

[dapandapod]

hello my sweet panda!! how about geraskier 17 for the kiss prompts, if you feel like it?? 💞

17. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

I would friggin love to, my dear!!  💞

Ok, so i missed the “just to watch them” part because I saw that first now, but I imagine Geralt does watch him. (is that a spoiler?)  Please have a modern au, completely self induglent because we all need a treat sometimes! Hope you like it, love!

On Ao3 here!

Send me a kissing Prompt? <3

Warnings: The cookies die.......

Being in love with your roommate has its pros and cons. For most of the time, it is the thrill of watching Geralt coming out of the shower, hair a wet mess, dripping water over his t-shirt. It is the warm churn when he stumbles out of his room in search of tea, all disheveled. It is the fluttery sensation when Jaskier is on the receiving end of one of those private smiles.

Then there is the loneliness, when they go to their separate rooms each night. The heartache when Geralt gets a phone call from Yennefer or Renfri, and he stays out until morning. The fear of being found out and ruining everything when Geralt catches Jaskier staring, or crying. He’s done both. Point is, there is a lot going on, and even if it is a little painful at times, Jaskier wouldn’t want to stop loving Geralt even if he could. For all his huffs and puffs, Geralt is the best friend he’s ever had. Even if that is all he gets.

Recently, Geralt has been spending more time at their place. Not staying out as much, not following Renfris and Yennefer's every beck and call. Jaskier isn’t sure what to make of it, but he appreciates it nonetheless.

Today they are baking together. Jaskier decided that 11.30 at night is a perfectly reasonable time to start making cookies, and Geralt realized that the last time Jaskier did cookies they had to buy a new stove. Jaskier currently has half the bag of flour in his hair and on his shirt, and is now put on the kitchen counter and not allowed to touch anything.

Geralt is wearing an apron, which, adorable, and prepares the baking tray to be put in the oven. He is close enough that Jaskier can reach him with his foot, so now he simply has to poke and kick at him. Those are the rules.

“Let me taste them.”

“They are not done yet.”

“But cookie dough.”

“Then you won’t get any cakes later.”

“But I want some now.”

“Are you a child? You can have the spoon when I’m done.”

“How very gracious of you. This was my idea, you know.”

“Most catastrophes are, unless I step in.”

“Rude!”

Jaskier kicks him a bit harder, and Geralt grunts and catches his foot. He already has one of the oven mittens on, for some reason, so Jaskier easily wriggles out of his grip.

“I’m having some.” Jaskier declares, jumping down from the kitchen counter and bare feet hitting the floor. He is a bit closer than intended, and that familiar fluttering comes again, but he is a man with a mission. Geralt is in the way anyway, how else is he supposed to get them.

“No, you’re not.” Geralt says, catching his hand mid-air.

A playfight breaks out, consisting of mostly flailing and half hearted slaps. Jaskier presses on with a grin, and Geralt is grinning right back but not moving an inch.

Everything comes to a halt when Jaskier realizes he did himself in. He is pressed between Geralt and the counter, and he suddenly realizes how very close they are. How very close they are.

Geralt seems to realize this at the same time, but instead of moving away he stands completely still. His arms are caging him in, they faces inches from each other. Jaskier feels himself blushing, heat creeping up his cheeks.

“Jaskier.” Geralt says, and Jaskiers eyes dips to his lips. Oh no.

The inches are disappearing, Jaskier isn’t sure who is leaning in, but he is completely helpless against the pull he is feeling. All his fears are pushed down, pushed away, out of sight, because Geralt's mittened hands are now on his hips.

The first touch of lips sends a jolt through him. And then Jaskier finds his hands clutching at Geralt's arms, warm and real. It is slow, hesitant, Jaskier can’t bring himself to pull away. But he doesn’t have to, as Geralt is the one leaning in now and takes a careful kiss. Jaskier sighs into it, melting into it, barely believing that this is happening. The cookies are completely forgotten, and Jaskier is lost in the dag of lips against lips, noses bumping, breaths mingling.

The kisses become longer, braver, and Geralt's hands lets go of his hips for a moment. He can feel them doing something, and when they come back the oven mittens are gone, and his fingers dig into Jaskiers hip and press him close.

Fuck.

When Jaskier is pressed against him, Geralt's hands travel. They find the hem of Jaskiers T-shirt, searching ever so slowly, creeping upwards. The feeling of Geralt's warm hands pressed against his sides makes Jaskier break the kiss and draw in a shuddering breath.

And again everything halts.

Geralt tenses up, stops, as if caught in something he shouldn’t have done. Jaskier’s heart is beating so fast, trying to catch up with what is happening. He leans his head down against Geralt’s shoulder, exhaling.

“Fuck. Been wanting to do that for a while.” He says quietly, lips tingling. 

The damage is already done. He might as well say it. Geralt is still not moving, his warm hands against his sides frozen in place. That doesn’t bode well. Nothing happens for another beat or two.

Alright. Geralt doesn’t want this. Jaskiers heart sinks, hurts, and he swallows hard to keep everything inside. But when he makes to pull away, Geralt's fingers tighten again, still holding him close to his body.

“Geralt?” He breathes, and gasps when Geralt's hands gently move over his bare skin. He pulls his head back up to watch Geralt, hope burning a hole in his chest. Their eyes meet.

“Can I kiss you again?” Geralt asks, looking so serious, half terrified and Jaskier can only nod.

They burn the cookies. They did set a timer, only ignored in favour of kissing against the fridge, the counter, the couch. The cookies come out hard enough to serve as a weapon, but Jaskier is very much alright with that.

He got to taste something much better.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

My Thoughts on The Witcher S2 (FULL SEASON)

For a number of the episodes, I was live-writing this post, so some of these comments were in real time so I wouldn’t forget anything.

⚠️ WARNING 1: From Episode 4 onwards, this becomes a Jaskier fangirling post and I’m both sorry and NOT sorry for it ⚠️

⚠️ WARNING 2: Under a read more because of spoilers, please don’t read if you don’t want spoilers! ⚠️

Episode 1 - A Grain of Truth

Not really to do with the episode but I love that Netflix gave us a recap because it’s been about a year since i rewatched most of the episodes and I honestly don’t remember much except for Jaskier because I’m a shameless fangirl 🤷����

This is the episode I got to see exclusively on Tuesday but I rewatched with my dad and sister so that’s fun!

Tissaia screaming Yennefer’s name was so upsetting oh my god like the scream was so gutteral and pained, truly an amazing performance

I’m not being funny but I can’t help feeling like they kind of… whited Triss up. I don’t know why. It’s not just the way they’ve changed her hair so it’s redder, but… I don’t know.

Not gonna lie, it’s kind of funny that Ciri is trying to hide and keep a low profile, all the meanwhile she’s still wearing relatively royal clothing while travelling with Geralt, who has yellow eyes

I don’t know why but were Geralt’s eyes always that YELLOW??? It could just be me but I was just looking at his eyes like “wow that’s the colour of bright piss”. There’s also a couple of places throughout the series where the contact lenses kind of bothered me, like they just… didn’t look right or something? I don’t know how to explain it but there seemed to be moments where Geralt’s eyes looked like they were going in different directions, all askew?

I’m really enjoying the beginning of the Geralt and Ciri father-daughter relationship

The bruxa is so terrifying, honestly I really loved how they did the bruxa, she was creepy as fuck

Geralt: *tells Ciri to run and not interfere* // Ciri: lol okay whatevs

The way my jaw dropped at Nivellen revealing he was cursed because he had r*ped a priestess… for some reason I wasn’t expecting it. If it’s mentioned in the book, I apologize, it’s been over a year since I read any Witcher books and I’ve only read 1-3, and I’ve only read those once, so I don’t remember Nivellen’s story that well, just the basic idea of it

It’s the way I just knew that it was elves at the end because I was highly reminded of the Scoia’tael stuff from The Witcher 2 game…

The episode was amazing despite no bard, so this episode sits at a 8/10 for me

Episode 2 - Kaer Morhen

The first half of the episode was alright, second half… not so much?

I love seeing the other Witchers and Papa Vesemir, that’s always fun, and to see the relationship between all of the Witchers is nice!

I’ll talk more in a minute about this but… Eskel, my man, they did you so fucking dirty and I’m so sorry to you and also any Eskel fans. How did they get him so wrong?

Like I can kind of get over the fact they made Coen a Witcher of the School of Wolf instead of School of Griffin, I can move past that… but the way they did Eskel was piss poor. Absolutely piss poor.

Tissaia torturing Cahir was fucking BRUTAL GOD DAMN

The Witchers all truly had a massive prostitute party with Ciri in the keep, on her first night… not quite sure i agree with Eskel getting all of these ladies of the night into Kaer Morhen so easily considering it’s supposed to be this hideaway only for Witchers and it’s in the middle of the mountains but… ???

Let me say it again… Eskel was so appallingly done that it honestly sucked out my enjoyment of the rest of the episode, and I had to step away before watching the next one because my feelings about the how took a HUGE dip

First of all, where was the scarring on his face??? It was so minor! The whole point of the huge ugly scar on his face is supposed to be that he looks terrifying to Ciri and she’s afraid of him - only for him to be the nicest guy. The scar on his face in Netflix is not even noticeable?!?

Personality wise, he’s supposed to be mature, polite even when he disagrees, his mature behaviour regarding Ciri is what endured him to Triss compared to the other Witchers in Blood of Elves, he’s reliable etc. Netflix!Eskel was… not it. He was an asshole in the show, and for some reason Netflix thought translating “ugly face” to “ugly personality” was a good idea?! He was just creepy and completely mischaracterised, and I was so mad about it because how do you get it so fucking wrong?!

I keep forgetting that Yen is part-elf 😭

“The lying bard” - HEY, at least we got A mention of him?

The hut thing is… certainly interesting

So the elf lady Francesca is apparently pregnant and it could be the first pure elf born in a very long time?

Yennefer’s lost her magic?!? 😭

Eskel turning into a leshen tree monster was… a thing.

They killed Eskel off in the same episode they introduced him. Just like that. WHY AND HOW IS THAT A GOOD IDEA?!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!? He’s in pretty much all the books after Blood of Elves (which this season is based on), how the FUCK have they decided killing him off is a remotely good idea?!!

I really hope to god that we get an actual Leshen later on and NOT whatever the fuck Eskel was

Like I said before, I was so mad about Eskel that I couldn’t watch the next episode after for several hours because I was just so angry and it was making me just view the rest of the show/episode negatively

I’m glad that they’re training Ciri but also… come on, at least take her out of the dress before putting her in training! And let her tie her hair back before you start! Like come on, at least give the poor girl a change of clothes before you start working her!

Again, there was no Jaskier that could have salvaged this mess of an episode, so this episode is probably only 5/10 for me?

Episode 3 - What Is Lost

Tissaia and Yennefer’s reunion 😭❤️

Tissaia just loving and caring for Yennefer like a mother is the kind of content I didn’t know I needed

Man the other Witchers are arseholes to Ciri… they’re blaming Eskel’s death on her for some reason like…???

At least she’s not in a dress while training now, and she’s tied her hair back

Stregebor is an absolute asshole, not gonna lie, and an absolute fucking creep to boot

No but the other Witchers are CRUEL to Ciri, mocking her while she’s training and just being dickheads about the fact she’s a Princess

Ciri eventually crushing most of that trail of death like a boss, you go girl!

The scene where Geralt is tending to Ciri’s wounds is so soft to be honest

Istredd kind of giving me weird vibes I won’t lie, like come on my dude, I think she’s over you now

Why do I feel like Yen is going to do something incredibly fucking bad this season? Like the weird flashes and stuff are just giving me a bad vibe. I’m loving her so far though

ESKEL’S LESHY, AN ACTUAL LESHEN

WAIT HOLD ON THE FUCK IS THAT OTHER THING IT KILLED LESHY

At least Ciri ran away this time when he told her to

RUN CIRI FUCKING RUN FASTER BABE

I don’t know what that thing is but it’s absolutely terrifying. Curious as to why it didn’t immediately kill Ciri when it cornered her, but at least Geralt was there to save the day

Yen is serving some damn looks this season, and I’m all for it

Triss is on an assignment? Kaer Morhen… ? 👀

I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to execute Cahir to be honest? Like there was just something very barbaric about all of these people gathering to watch Yen - who they thought was dead until about a day ago - behead him, including two Kings

SHE FREED HIM OH MY GOD

Yennefer and Cahir teaming up was NOT the twist I expected to be honest

“Don’t flatter yourself, I’m saving me” - ASDFGHJKL

While there’s still no bard (god damn it), it was definitely an improvement over last episode so I’ll give it a 7/10

Episode 4 - Redanian Intelligence

Before I start, I’m just praying there’s Jaskier in this episode, let him be important and a spy

Ciri really tripped and face planted the ground 💀

Triss meeting Ciri in the forest, I remember this in the book! When they said last episode that Triss had an assignment, I did wonder if she was going to Kaer Morhen

Mmmm not the Geralt and Triss 😶

“Lambert - I see your wounds have improved but your manners have not” - LMFAO

Is it bad that I kind of want to see Ciri just become “one of the lads” 😂

This show is as political as it should be in regards to the discrimination of elves etc.

Fucking hell that guard really made the elf piss his pants instead of just letting him go in an alley, I’m so mad and upset

Okay but if you’re trying to sneak around and NOT get caught (especially if you’re on Wanted posters), perhaps you shouldn’t wear the vibrant purple and green cloaks? Especially if everyone else is wearing duller coloured clothes?

The second I saw that owl I was like “PHILIPPA?!”

DIJKSTRA!!!

“Aren’t there any herbs or mushrooms for me today?” - Ciri, love, you’re not in a castle as a Princess anymore, I think you should just be happy you’re eating at all

Also now I’m just imagining Geralt going out and attempting to find herbs or mushrooms for her and failing because it’s December 😂

“Helped me with a Princess in trouble” // Geralt to Ciri: nastier than you even - THAT AND THE LITTLE LOOK CIRI GAVE HIM AFTER OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM

Geralt invited Triss to Kaer Morhen to guide Ciri - just like Mousesack did for her mother 😭 I love Geralt and Ciri’s relationship

Coen to Ciri: “Come on you little rat, I’ll play a few rounds of snap with you before bed. Maybe I might even let you win” - THAT WAS SO WEIRDLY UNCLE-Y AND AFFECTIONATE???

Is Dermain (I think that’s his name) using sign language? (I think he is because he definitely did a sign for “pretty” when he said Yen was pretty)

“The Sandpiper is an Angel of refuge for the persecuted” - IS IT JASKIER?! TELL ME ITS HIM

“We get to Oxenfurt, he puts us on a boat” - JASKIER STUDIED AT OXENFURT. IVE CONNECTED THE DOTS! (I haven’t connected shit)

“Oh, outlawed… so definitely not a mage then” LMFAO THE SARCASM GERALT

TRISS PLEASE TELL GERALT YEN IS ALIVE JUST DO IT

Triss really trying to come onto Geralt without telling him Yen is still alive (and let’s be honest she probably knew that he loves Yen) and he’s still grieving -_-

FUCK WAIT NO THE SEWER MONSTER GOT DERMAIN (the mute one using sign language) 😭😭😭 WHAT THE FUCK I LIKED HIM HE WAS SO OPTIMISTIC AND NICE

Deadass thought Cahir and Yen were about to kiss 💀

I HEAR HIM I HEAR JASKIER

“HE PERFORMS HERE EVERY NIGHT” IT HAS TO BE ITS GOT TO BE

IT IS ITS JASKIER MY LOVE ❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Ladies and Gentlemen, you have been the most beautiful audience! Remember to toss a coin” “*groaning*” LMAO

Yennefer smiling when she knows it’s Jaskier 😭

HES BACK AND HES AS INCREDIBLE AND FIERCE AND AMAZING AS EVER FUCK YES

IM DEADASS JEALOUS OF THE WOMAN TAKING HIS HAT OFF AND PUTTING IT ON HER HEAD 😭

BURN BUTCHER BURN IS A TOTAL BREAK UP SONG I CANNOT-

His face and shaky sighing at the end of the number 😭

OH ITS THE ELF WHO HELPED CIRI IN SEASON 1 (Dara I think?)

Ciri looked so beautiful and she obviously dressed up a bit for Triss, and then Lambert and Coen started making fun of her what the actual fuck, Geralt needs to beat the shit out of his friends-

“You should be ashamed of yourselves” - YOU TELL THEM TRISS

Oh damn Triss went OFF on them, talking about cloths when she gets her blood and how the mushrooms they’re feeding Ciri will deprive her of that before too long… like damn she went OFF

“But the truth is you’re choosing to be ignorant arseholes, aren’t you?” - SHOTS FIRED

Geralt: *handing Ciri a bit of food* They felt bad you didn’t finish your breakfast - AWWW

Jaskier truly giving off rockstar vibes this season and I’m living for it

“Bard.” “Witch.” - BESTIES

THE HUG 😭

“I’m not having this conversation unless I’m drinking”

“It did come from the heart… perhaps a broken one” “we’re better off without him” - TELL ME JASKIER WASNT IN LOVE WITH GERALT AND THAT IT WASNT A BREAK UP 😭

“Yennefer, I’m so sorry. I would not wish that fate on my worst enemy, and yes, you are… firmly lodged in that category, it has to be said, but… what they’ve done to you and your people is unspeakable” - HOW CAN YOU HATE HIM 😭 HIS EMPATHY EVEN FOR SOMEONE HE DOESNT LIKE

“But some people are speaking. There are anonymous benefactors working behind the scenes, helping me, helping us, helping us make this right.” - AGAIN, HOW CAN YALL SAY HES SELFISH AND AWFUL 😭

“I was at the great oak Bleobheris when it was raided. The Seat of Friendship, the druids called it. Where every free thinker was welcome, no matter their race, their creed… They come for the elves, Yennefer. They’ll come for the dwarves. And sooner or later, they will come for everyone. Anyone that they deem the ‘other’, so… eventually… no artist is safe.” - I’m crying. I’m crying because this just reminded me of that post-WW2 poem “First they came for”, and how it ends with “Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.” But also because you could read into this as Jaskier being queer - he’s very queer-coded already, what with the break up one after the mountain scene etc, and so there’s that whole thing of eventually they could come for him I guess? Tell me this isn’t some kind of low-key coming out???

“The man, the myth, the legend” - DAMN RIGHT HE IS ☺️

Jaskier’s smile at her 😭

Can we appreciate how 100% ready Jaskier was to throw that bottle when he thought Cahir coming in was a threat to Yennefer? 😭

“I’ll do what I can” - I LOVE HIM

“You both smell truly awful. I mean, it is like something has crawled up your asses and died” - LMFAO I LOVE HIM

I am so not here for Geralt x Triss like girl please :|

“I’m gonna do what I do best” “what’s that?” “Oh I never really know, that’s why I’m so good at it” - LOL

Jaskier using his famous songs to get out of giving papers 😂

“My niece just loves them!” - I’m that guard’s niece 😂

Jaskier’s “oh that’s lovely” is how Joey Batey reacts to people complimenting his band’s music 😭❤️

“That one, it’s not your strongest” “… oh yeah?” - GOD NO DUDE STOP TALKING + JASKIER PLEASE WALK AWAY HES NOT WORTH IT

“Am I gonna say it? Yeah, I’m gonna say it” - NOOO BUT ALSO IM GONNA DIE LAUGHING OH MY GOD

“If you could write yourself a little song, you could sing yourself whatever you please, but you can’t, can you? Because you are a dockside scapegrace, a qualling feculent, a beef witted, hell hated, addlepated goon…” “… and a waste of your father’s…” “… And maybe, just maybe, you are grateful to be entertained!” - JASKIER LOVE PLEASE NOT NOW I LOVE YOUR DIATRIBE BUT ALSO NOW IS NOT THE BEST TIME

“You’re a hero to my niece. Practically worships you.” “Her favourite bard” - I AM LITERALLY THIS MAN’S NIECE 😂

Also: “practically worships you” “naturally” - JASKIER LMAO

Nooo they beat the shit out of Ba’lian 😭 he really sacrificed himself so everyone else could get on that boat to Cintra, and Jaskier looks so sad as he backed away, so regretful because he knew he couldn’t do anything :(

Those flowers sprouting where Elder blood has been spilt… where Ciri has been injured…

“Destiny has given us a gift… the key to making more Witchers. Ciri.” - UMM, Vesemir I don’t think that’s the takeaway from this you should have?!?

Jaskier helping the elves down the ladder into the boat and softly saying “it’s all right, you’re safe, you’re safe, are you alright?” is just so soft and sweet. I don’t understand how people can watch this show and hate him, he’s such a good person

Jaskier and Dara meeting, Dara says “thank you, we’d all be dead without you”and Jaskier is like “it’s lovely to meet you, Dara, I expect you to do great things” :3

THE EYEBROW RAISES I LOVE HIM 😭❤️

(After finding out Yen’s lost her magic) “Once upon a time, I would have used this opportunity to call you an empty, lonely, power hungry she-demon, but… I’m an artist, Yennefer. It’s my job to put myself in other people’s shoes. Even if they are, in your case, large, clunky, and, I don’t know, probably full of snakes or something. I’m scared too. I’m scared that one day the muses will stop speaking to me… because who are we… when we can no longer do the one thing we were put on this continent to do?” - STOP, JASKIER, YOURE MAKING MY HEART HURT 😭❤️

“Chaos could never be done with the likes of you, Yennefer of Vengerberg” - IM NOT SAYING THIS IS A SHIP BUT HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS JASKIER-YENNEFER CONTENT ❤️

WAIT WHY IS JASKIER SCREAMING “OH NO”?! WHY DID THE SUBTITLES SAY LUTE STRINGS JANGLE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BARD 😩

HIS LUTE JUST LYING ON THE FLOOR YEN PLEASE GO AND SAVE HIM PLEASE

IS THIS LEADING TO HIM BEING TORTURED LIKE IN BLOOD OF ELVES 😭

The full Burn Butcher Burn playing over the credits ❤️🔥 am I going to watch all the credits just to hear him sing? You bet your ass!

FINALLY BARD CONTENT AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, YENNSKIER CONTENT, 8.5/10 just because I’m hoping the coming episodes improve!

Episode 5 - “Turn Your Back”

It’s always fun when an episode opens with distant wailing and screaming 🤡

Oh wait wait wait is this that fire dude? Rience? (It is)

I’m just remembering what happened in Blood of Elves and how it was Rience who tortured Jaskier so I know exactly what direction this is headed :(

EYYY ITS JASKIER SINGING FROM LAST EPISODE

“When I was a lass, me playmate had a little brother that was born with no ears. (…) I’d give anything to switch places with him right now” - 😂😭 stop making him the butt of your jokes, Netflix, he’s amazing!

Noooo not Rience being there when Jaskier was performing 😭 we’re absolutely going towards that torture scene, aren’t we?

Okay so it’s giving us some little flashbacks to last episode but from different POVs: so Rience there while Jaskier was performing, Geralt and Istredd…

“Jaskier, where the fuck are you?” - SAME YEN, SAVE HIM PLEASE

Noooo they’re stringing up that elf from last episode 😭

YEN NO DONT LEAVE THE BARD HE NEEDS YOU

The finger snapping flames are so scary omg and Jaskier’s just sitting there panicking omg I want to help him

“Or if this is about your wife, your mistress, niece, then I- I- I can— I can promise you that wasn’t me” - I don’t know whether to laugh or cry god damn it

The torture scene hasn’t even BEGUN and Joey is already making me want to cry 😭 he’s so talented at the dramatic material, it makes me sad that people just see Jaskier as comedic relief

YEN DIDNT LEAVE OH THANK GOD… she’s gone to a lady of the night for help which is… interesting

“Any little shit-birds under the name of Jaskier” but in an almost affectionate way, no?

Istredd to Geralt: “Are you always this talkative or should I take it personally?” - LMFAO

The sheer force it apparently takes to shatter a monolith… the sheer power Ciri must have then, oh my god!

Geralt patting that horse as he walks past, he really is a horse girl isn’t he

To be fair to Ciri, I would also rather do physical training in the snow with a wooden sword than sit indoors with Triss doing magic practice 😬 no offence to Triss but… yeah

Triss has a point, they don’t know if Elder Blood can make Witcher mutagen and I don’t like that Vesemir is wanting to use Ciri for that purpose

Here’s the thing… I could be wrong but I was under the impression that on some level at least, Vesemir was almost glad that there was no longer any way to create more Witchers due to the mutagen recipe being long lost or whatever. I always thought he must have found it painful to watch all of these boys go through the trials where most of them died, and that there’s a reason he didn’t attempt to find a way to create more over the following years. I could be totally wrong but… yeah. I could be completely wrong though.

^ for this reason, I’m not sure how I feel about this whole “Vesemir wants to use Ciri’s blood to make new Witchers”. If someone with more knowledge of the books can maybe explain or offer more insight then I’d be grateful!

“I liked you better when you were a cynical old codger” - not gonna lie, me too, Triss

Yen wanting to help the elf mother and daughter being separated but not being able to because of her magic being gone 😭

NOOOO WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BARD

The blood spilling from his mouth 😭😭😭

His whimpering and voice breaking are so upsetting to me I can’t take it

NO LEAVE HIS HANDS ALONE HE DOESNT DESERVE THIS

“He does not have friends” - *flashbacks to Geralt telling Jaskier they’re not friends* 😭

Joey Batey really proving his fucking talent with this torture scene, like honestly if I see one more person say he’s a bad actor or only good for songs and comic relief, I will fucking scream

No but Jaskier’s relieved half-laugh when a glass smashed and distracted Rience for a second 😭 it was like a “oh thank the gods thank the gods thank the gods” kind of relieved laugh full of pain

Yennefer pretending to be Jaskier’s wife is content I didn’t know I needed but here we are, they’re really feeding this whole enemies-to-fake-marriage trope

Jaskier saying “leave her out of this” even though he knows she can handle herself and most likely has a plan 😭

The way Jaskier panicked and yelled “no no! No, please! Don’t hurt her! Leave her alone, please! She’s done nothing!” When Rience grabbed Yen and flicked a flame 😭

OH SHIT SHE BLEW HIS OWN FIRE BACK ONTO HIS FACE, EVEN WITHOUT MAGIC YEN IS A BADASS

It’s the way Yen rescued Jaskier for me even though she didn’t need to 😭❤️

“It takes generations of erosion to even make a dent in stellacite.” - CIRI IS ONE POWERFUL CHILD JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THE SIZE OF THAT GAP IN THE GROUND

Not being funny but I’m not sure I trust Vesemir giving Ciri any food or drink right now 😶

“You’re impressing all of us out there” - damn right she is, Ciri is a little badass

Ciri’s going to do it? Use her blood to help try and make new Witchers??? Girl, you serious???

“You have to test it on me first” - I DONT THINK THATS SAFE, THEY ONLY EVER DO IT ON BOYS, NEVER GIRLS… although, I wonder why it’s only on boys? Apparently the Cat school does take girls but…?

Vesemir’s flashback to the boys going through the trials and him saying “forget it” because it’s just not worth it

“I’ll not take that chance with you” “because I’m a girl?” “because you’re Geralt’s child” “I’m not a child” “because we care about you” - okay I’m glad they’re not making Ves semi-evil here and that they’ve said all of them do care about Ciri

“You mages don’t all share an alma mater? You didn’t catch him at the last alumni event?” - JASKIER 😂

“You don’t get to play damsel in distress… that’s my job” 😂 oh Jaskier

Yen: *kicks man in the shins* / Jaskier: Ohhh she’s so scary! - ngl he sounded kind of into it 😂

“Gentlemen, Gentlemen, many men have wanted to punch me in the face. Now is your chance, come on!” - HES SO CHAOTIC I LOVE HIM ❤️ also the fact he was giving Yennefer the chance to escape before him despite the fact he’s been tortured for hours is so lovely, I love that about him

Nooo that prostitute woman sold Yen out and the guards got her >:(

I know she won’t actually go through with it but urhhh Ciri don’t do it, there’s other ways

Okay but the Dol Durza (valley of the soul) sounds pretty dope, I won’t lie - genetic memories, where we come from, not dangerous etc

Okay actually this does seem kind of scary to be honest like it really took a turn and went into babies crying and glitchiness, and even Triss like “this isn’t how it’s supposed to work?”

PAVETTA AND EMHYR DUNY?? BABY CIRI??

Okay this REALLY took a turn and became scary, holy crap

“Yen’s alive?” - OH SHIT HE KNOWS NOW 😭

“Time of Contempt is nigh” - isn’t that the title of the fourth witcher book???

IS THAT THE WILD HUNT OR AM I PROJECTING

THE TREE OF WITCHER MEDALLIONS IS CRACKING AND THAT CHASM GERALT/ISTREDD ARE IN IS CRUMBLING

“Something is ending. It’s because of you. A seed that bursts into flame. It’s you. You will destroy us all” - Jesus Christ, also Triss you could have been nicer about it instead of stopping her from coming closer??? This was your stupid fucking idea???

OH SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT MONSTER SUPPOSED TO BE

VESEMIR DO NOT DO IT

LITTLE BRIEF FLASHBACKS TO GERALT’S TRIAL I CANNOT

Oh thank fuck Geralt stepped in and stopped it

“You are already enough, Cirilla. You are extraordinary” “I want to be like you, Geralt” - awwww(?)

We need more Geralt and Ciri moments, I’ll be honest

I can’t decide if Fringilla and Francesca teaming up and being partners is a good thing or a bad thing… ?

Jaskier going out of his way to try and save Yennefer and yelling her name when she disappeared 😭

“Fucking, fucky, fuck” - LMAO SAME. Also he heard her saying the hut chant-thing?

“Peeping Toms get the clink” - OH SO THATS HOW HE ENDS UP IN PRISON

This deathless mother thing seems fucking suspect

“Steal what?” “Me” - CIRI??? She has to steal Ciri and deliver her to the shattered black door outside Cintra??? Just so she can get her magic back???

No but is Yen going to do it? -_- I was hoping we’d see her have SOME motherly instinct towards Ciri at least but is she actually going to steal Geralt’s Child of Surprise and sacrifice her just to get her powers back? Yen, come on, there’s better ways surely…

I feel like I’ve got to give this episode 7.8/10. Even though I haven’t read all the books, the stuff onscreen is supposedly based on the books I have read and it’s… not quite matching up. But Jaskier makes it ten times better just by appearing and Joey’s performance is one of the ones absolutely CARRYING this show.

Episode 6 - Dear Friend…

Is… Is Roach okay? She keeps neighing (why yes I’m seriously debating the horse’s health because she’s neighing more than usual)

WHOA THE CHERNOBOG?!? THE FUCK IS THAT

NO NO NO WHAT NO NOT ROACH FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF

RIENCE IN KAER MORHEN FUCK AND HE ATTACKED VESEMIR

NO NO NO NO NOT ROACH I FUCKING HATE THIS SHOW FUCK OFF

Geralt having to slit Roach’s throat 😭

Damn the way Geralt killed the Chernobog was super badass ngl

Okay so Cahir has shaved and cleaned up now, interesting 🤔

Aaaaand now he’s going to hunt down Ciri :/ just when I was starting to warm up to Cahir

Ooh it’s the temple of Melitele… does this mean we’re going to see Nenneke?

“I’m impressed” “I do in fact read” - LMAO CIRI

Mother Nenneke is just about exactly how I envisioned her being I love her already

“Ask him (Geralt) to tell you about the Aard incident. It nearly destroyed the very office you’re sitting in” *pointing to crack in wall* - LMAO I LOVE IT, MORE EMBARRASSING GERALT STORIES FROM NENNEKE PLEASE

“I don’t see any side upon which you are not entirely fucked” - I FUCKING ADORE NENNEKE LMFAO

“And if she has Elder Blood, she’s a fucking tinder box” - SHE IS SO FOUL MOUTHED HOLY SHIT I LOVE HER 😂 literally zero fucks given

“I don’t want to brag but my tool is… bigger. And much more powerful.” “…” “Uh… Knowledge” - THAT WAS NOT CIRI’S FIRST THOUGHT AND IT WAS NOT MINE EITHER, DO BETTER AT PHRASING STUFF MATE

Jarre: *drops book* // Ciri: Your big old tool nearly broke my toe - LMFAO

YENNEFER IS AT THE TEMPLE?!? And she’s seen Ciri??? Don’t do it Yen! Please do NOT

This whole “Yen wanting to sacrifice Ciri” storyline is so dumb and OOC - not just in regards to the books but even just as in the journey of the characters in the show and their development. The whole thing in S1 of Yen not hurting the dragon when she realized it had eggs/was protecting its babies, how in the first half of this season she’s gone on to prove that even without her magic, she’s a badass with huge worth. So for her to be all “lmao I’m definitely considering stealing Geralt’s child of surprise and sacrificing them to some dodgy elf magic just so I can get my powers back” is such sloppy writing

Oh look, Geralt and Yen reuinion… okay, I guess 🤷🏻 NOOO NOT CIRI WALKING IN ON THEM SNOGGING LOL

“And you must be his… Child Surprise” - WHY ARE THEY MAKING YEN LOW-KEY EVIL WHAT THE FUCK NETFLIX

THE BABY IS EARLY HOLY SHIIIIIT OH MY GOD

“I used to own a stuffed one (unicorn)… until it broke under mysterious circumstances” - *flashes back to TW3 with Geralt and Yen and the stuffed unicorn 😬

You know, the three of them sitting at a table and chatting is almost family-like, if only Yen wasn’t planning to do something monumentally OOC like sacrificing Ciri to get her magic back 🥴

Geralt and Yen: *eye sex across table* // Ciri: Umm… I’m going to go to bed - 😂

Not being funny, I don’t trust Yen being within two feet of Ciri on her own at this point

Francesca had the baby and it wasn’t breathing at first but then it started crying when Fringella held it, and I let out this huge breath I didn’t know I was holding 😭

“A new elf was born this night” *IMMEDIATE CHEERING FROM ALL THE ELVES*

Ciri lit a candle of remembrance for Roach and Mousesack 😭 Roach deserved so much better, smh

“How soon should we expect him?” “Any day now.” - ARE WE GOING TO SEE EMHYR/DUNY THIS SEASON

It’s the way Geralt’s mood shifted to concern when Yen said she had run into Jaskier and he’d been in some kind of trouble 😭❤️

I love that Geralt called Yennefer out on her heartbeat racing the whole time and on her real reasons for being at the temple

“They didn’t build a weapon, they built a warrior” - THEY TALKING ABOUT CIRI

It’s so funny anytime someone talks to owl!philippa I won’t lie 😂 it just looks kind of hilarious

Not Rience and the soldiers coming into a fucking temple to take Ciri 😳

“Take Ciri” - Mmmm is that really a good idea, Geralt? 🤔

Okay but this fight scene is fucking AWESOME

I was so happy because I thought “oh yen is teaching Ciri something, awww”… but nope, Yen is stealing Ciri away to sacrifice her! Because of course she is!

I’m not just saying this because no Jaskier, but like… Urgh. I really don’t like how the writers are writing this season, they’re really deviating from the books and it’s not good. I’m giving this one a 6.7/10 because it was alright but I’m not a fan of some of the choices the writers are making.

Episode 7 - Voleth Meir

This better be the Jaskier shirtless episode smh

Nenneke caring for Geralt’s wounds is so soft

“Do you believe Yennefer means to harm the girl?” “I wish Yennefer knew the balance you speak of” - Yeah, no, Yennefer is going to do a bad thing. This is a bad decision on the writers part smh I’m already mad less than two minutes in

Oh nooo Rience burnt those nice people Ciri stayed with at the end of the last season 😭

I am just so angry about this Yennefer storyline with the Deathless Mother and getting her magic back, like come on Yen! You are not stupid! Surely it’s blindly obvious how fucking stupid this idea is? How suspect all of this is?!!

I’m really bad with names but DAMN who is Tissaia’s boy toy?!? Has he been introduced before?

HAKE HUNG THAT WOMAN JUST FOR WANTING FOOD WHAT IN THE FUCKING FUCK

ITS JASKIER’S MICE ITS HIM IN JAIL

Whoreson Prison Blues is a GIFT, especially the spoons!

I won’t lie, first time I heard this song, I thought he was saying “suck me up” and was like 😏

“Guys, your harmonies were a little pitchy. Gordon, you’re amazing, talent recognizes talent” 😂😂😂

*sees fight going on outside his cell* *carries on singing* *fighting continues* “Fucking hell! You know what? We’re trying to rehearse in here! Gentlemen, I am so sorry, give me a moment.” - HES UNHINGED I FUCKING ADORE HIM

“Good sir, you would not know talent if I shoved it up you… Geralt!” - THE TIMING OF THAT DELIVERY WAS SPOT ON IM WEEPING

Also the way his voice changed when he said Geralt’s name 😭 he’s still so upset about what happened on the mountain

The Geraskier reunion 😭❤️ “…Fuck it.” *hugs him* BEAUTIFUL

“Last time we saw each other, you basically told me to fuck off. Remember? And you left me on a mountain. Have you seen these boots? I mean, I pretty much just slid all the way down that hill back to Caingorn!” “Don’t fucking Jaskier me! I’m talking to you.” - WHY HAS HE GOT THE BEST LINES and also YES KING, CALL HIM OUT

Jaskier saying goodbye to his mice and saying Geralt is jealous 😂

Ciri just wants to save Geralt because she thinks he’s in trouble 😭 “he’s the father I never had. When I’m with him, I don’t feel alone anymore” - WE LOVE A FOUND-FATHER-DAUGHTER DUO

Let them sit in peace and name their new elf baby for fuck sake 😤

I have a horrible feeling something awful is gonna happen to that baby…

Stregobor is really that fucking pressed over a little baby, all these mages are fucking dicks :|

Don’t know if I’ve already said it but Lydia gives me weird bad vibes -_- do not trust her at all, given that she’s experimenting with Ciri’s blood

OH OUI OUI OUI ITS THE SHIRTLESS SCENE HOLD ON

FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK 🔥🥵💦

THIS IS BLESSED FAN SERVICE

“yOu cOuLd hAnG pOrTrAiTs oFf mY nIpPlEs rIgHt nOw” - GOD FUCKING DAMN IT JASKIER NOW IVE GOT THAT IMAGERY IN MY HEAD (also was that ad-libbed??? That seemed ad-libbed?????)

I… will be honest. I had to rewatch the scene a few times with subtitles because, quite frankly, I was NOT focused on the dialogue at all. I heard not a single word of their conversation the first few times, like not a single word. But can you blame me, I mean honestly?!?

I 1000% watch this show for pLoT… (The plot:

“I trust her about as far as I could wring her stringy weird neck.” - the way he wrung out his shirt… I need Jesus

“She’s got a lot of hair that woman” - LMAO

His “FUCK” thinking she may not have been lying about losing her magic… I felt a stirring I should not have

“She wouldn’t.” “She would. What? Sacrifice your Child Surprise to get her magic back? You bet your bloated biceps she would” - IM GOING TO EXPIRE

*axe hits Jaskier’s shirt* “someone really didn’t like my shirt” - ITS ME. KEEP THE SHIRT OFF BABES

It’s Yarpen! From the mountain episode!

I love Jaskier re-introducing himself with his full name yet again and Yarpen cutting him off with “yeah! I know!” 😂

BEARDED DWARF WOMEN!!!! (Gimli would be proud?!?!) and Jaskier totally wiggling his fingers at her lmao

“Good to see you all again… I have absolutely no recollection of any of these people” - ME AT EVERY SOCIAL GATHERING EVER 😂

NOT SOMEONE CALLING JASKIER A WANKER UNDER THEIR BREATH LMAO

Is that black horse going to be the new Roach??? “You’re not my usual type… but you’ll do” 😭

I really want to enjoy seeing Ciri and Yen together but it’s just tainted by the fact Yen wants to sacrifice Ciri -_- and you want me to root for Geralt/Yennefer??? Really???

THE BLOOD COMING FROM CIRI’S EYES THE ACTUAL FUCKING HELL

Tissaia wanting to protect her girls and not just use them even though her partner wants her to 😭❤️

FRINGILLA PUT NIGHTSHADE IN ALL OF THEIR MEADS OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD SHE PUT THE KNIFE IN THAT DUDE’S EYE HOLY FUCK // SHES JUST STRAIGHT UP KILLING ALL OF THESE PEOPLE AT THE TABLE WHAT THE FUCK (I’m guessing it has to do with the deathless mother shit going on I’m not quite 100% sure what that’s all about anymore)

“Look, I understand that what’s-her-demon wants to eat your Child Surprise and all and I’m happy to help save her” - bless Jaskier ☺️

“And what about Yennefer?” “If she’s hurt Ciri, I may just have to kill her” - PROTECTIVE FATHER MODE ACTIVATED

“That’s what friends do… they come back” - oh Jaskier sweetie 😭

“And I’m sorry, Jaskier” - FUCKING FINALLY

Jaskier’s Geralt impression was so spot on lmfao 😂

Yennefer please don’t fucking deliver her to the black door

Ciri finally realizing Yennefer lied to her and tricked her and she’s rightfully mad

“I was stupid and I was selfish” - DAMN RIGHT

“I don’t trust you” - and I don’t blame Ciri honestly, that was a fucking shitty thing to do, Yen

Oh thank god for Geralt coming to the rescue 😅

JASKIER CATCHING THAT DUDE’S HEAD AND IMMEDIATELY DROPPING IT, SAME BABES

“Jaskier, take her (Ciri) to Kaer Morhen” - GERALT TRUSTS JASKIER TO KEEP CIRI SAFE 😭 FUN UNCLE/GODFATHER JASKIER PLEASE

“Ah, the Child Surprise I’ve heard so much about-… (Ciri blanking him completely) like father like daughter” - awww nooo bless 😭

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE ELF BABY WHAT THE FUCK DID IT DIE WHO MURDERED IT

Okay so the Deathless Mother escaped and I think it’s possessed Ciri or some shit because her eyes glowed vibrant green?

Honestly, Jaskier’s shirtless scene and song aside… hmm. It seems like the show is reverting back to making him the comic relief again, which I’m not a fan of. I liked getting to see the more dramatic stuff for Jaskier that allowed Joey to show off his acting chops, but the writers are leaning back on that crutch again of “lol he’s comic relief haha” which is so sad. I’m glad Yen seems at least somewhat apologetic for what happened but it shouldn’t have been a thing in the first place.

If I had to give this one a rating… maybe 8.5/10? It’s a bit messy but I’m giving it extra points just for that bathing scene alone, and for the mice AND the song.

Episode 8 - Family

Is this a dream? Also hi Mousesack, long time no see! And damn, I always forget how long Ciri’s full name is 😂

“It makes you feel like you’d do anything” “including sacrificing an innocent child” - OOOOH DAMN

The Yenralt fans are really NOT having a good time this season, huh?

I’m sorry, what the fuck??? Ciri’s on some kind of murder rampage? Just straight up actually killing all the Witchers in Kaer Morhen? (I know she’s possessed but still!)

Ciri straight up just slashed Geralt across the face like damn (if she touches the bard I’m quitting this show)

Hold on a second, the subtitle in this episode says “Eskell” and not “Eskel”… can we pretend it’s a different character please 😭 because Netflix butchered the real Eskel so badly

Oh thank the GODS, Jaskier is still okay (and hugging a bottle to sleep 😅)

Also sleepy Jaskier is so soft 🥺

“The last time I woke up next to you, you grabbed me by the balls and then blew up the building so…” - LMAO TRUE

“My head feels like it’s lodged between the buttocks of a fat and sexually rageful goat” - IM WHEEZING

“Golden Oriole.” “Golden what? Areola? Pretty sure that’s got something to do with nipples… then again, if it were up to me, everything would be about nipples” - THATS TWO EPISODES IN A ROW HE’S MENTIONED NIPPLES, JASKIER, ARE YOU OKAY?! Bit of a fetish going on here???

“… Tell me what to do.” - the way his whole mood/demeanour changed completely and was so ready to do whatever he could even though he’s not a mage or Witcher or anything like that 😭 he just wants to help however he can

Okay but WHY is Francesca so important to Fringilla? 👀 no?

Wait, did Fringilla kill the baby?!?! Was this part of her plan???

Jaskier running in and seeing that there’s a full on confrontation about to down and just going, “shhhhhit. You’re busy. Yeah, you’re busy.” And excusing himself lmfao

“What the fuck kinda basilisks are those?!” - me too, honestly; me too. I have not a clue what’s going on anymore.

Jaskier hiding under a table 😭 and I’m just panicking over him omg

“Right the wrongs?! Well, Yennefer, I don’t see how things could get any wronger!” - how is he still cracking jokes when he’s in a ridiculous amount of danger, Jesus Christ

THE AMOUNT OF WITCHER DEATHS FUCK

“Yennefer told me to give you this, it’s balance and heat and… Oh, you can’t hear me!” - GERALT LISTEN TO JASKIER FOR FUCK SAKE

Francesca killing all the Redanian babies like STOP WITH THE BABY DEATHS NETFLIX FUCK SAKE WHAT THE FUCK

Honestly at this point, I would just kill Ciri, she ain’t worth it at this point 😭

Wait I didn’t think Vesemir would actually stab her wtaf 😳 (but she healed herself so she’s okay)

YEN SLITTING HER WRISTS SO THE DEATHLESS MOTHER WENT INTO HER INSTEAD LIKE WHAT

Interesting that Pavetta (her mum) was fading away but Duny (dad) wasn’t I don’t think… 👀

“Oh no not again” - me too Jaskier, me too

WILD HUNT AGAIN?!?

“You’re back. Are you alright?” - and the way he caught Yennefer 😭 Jaskier is the sweetest omg

Am I supposed to be watching all of these Jaskier and Yen moments and NOT shipping them or 👀

And of course Yen has her powers back again. Because of course she does!

“Look at us! Just one big happy family, eh?” “No.” - I chuckled a bit but honestly I’m actually super tired of Jaskier being the butt of every joke now. It’s getting ridiculous -_-

So Tissaia is totally in on this plan to put a bounty on Ciri’s head and anyone who’s with her?

Oh shit, Lydia’s face got fucked uP Jesus Christ

I KNEW IT WAS PHILIPPA EILHART (side note: DAMN, she looks fine as hell!)

Dijkstra: “Bring me the bard, it’s about time he paid back his benefactor” - SPY JASKIER, SPY JASKIER

“I don’t forgive you, Yennefer” - I shouldn’t have snorted like I did. Like yeah, you did sacrifice yourself for her - after you were going to sacrifice her that is!

I would honestly be totally fine if there were no romances in this show and it focused solely on Geralt and Ciri’s father-daughter dynamic

“I’m just tired, geralt” “I’m tired too, Ciri” - BITCH, me too, it’s 5am while I’m watching this 😤

“How do they (Nilfgaard) know the truth about you, Ciri?” - me, who has played the witcher 3 and knows who Emhyr is: 🤷🏻🤔

“It was the best path to helping me find my daughter” Me: *pretends to be shocked*

I am genuinely curious as to how Duny became Emhyr like I really want to know how he went from hedgehog dude to that fucking asshole Emperor dude and I’ve been saying it since I played TW3

I just KNEW they’d end it on that “cliffhanger”. Just knew it.

I’ve rated all the others so it might be an idea to rate this one… ehhh. Well. Honestly, I have to give it 7/10 I think. Again, I’m awarding generous points to Jaskier’s small parts that we should have had more of. The battle scenes were gory and cool to watch, ditto for those monsters, but plot wise I felt it lacked in places or was written badly?

And that is it… season 2 of The Witcher.

So… I’m in two minds about it to be honest. Did I hate it completely? No, it was watchable. I will rewatch it because my dad and sister are watching it, so I’ll end up seeing 3-8 again soon with them. I think if I hadn’t read the books or even played TW3, I’d probably have enjoyed it a bit more but unfortunately there’s the books to compare it to, and it kind of falls flat in places. Episode 1 felt like an incredible start, and I was so excited after watching it to see the rest of the episodes. Episode 2 started okay but went downhill pretty quickly, and the rest of the episodes were kind of all over the place.

I am very biased so of course I’m going to praise the absolute shit out of Jaskier/Joey. But I do honestly feel he’s the highlight of this show and the biggest - if not the only - reason I’m personally watching because he brings so much life and energy to his scenes. As I said earlier, I really do wish that the writers hadn’t reverted back to making him the comic relief, especially after we got to see a more serious side of him in the earlier episodes, plus the torture scene. And while the shirtless lake scene was fucking amazing, I do think they put it in to distract from the fact they were severely underusing him as a character. Yeah, Joey is extremely attractive - but we want to see him singing and acting and having an actual part with real significance as well, not just putting a shirtless scene in and saying “well, that’s enough of him! Moving on!” And I mean, the comedic stuff Joey does with the role is great, don’t get me wrong, but come on… he’s a Shakespeare trained performer. We’ve seen in the show that he can pull of the darker and more intense stuff as well, so give him the chance to show it off!

Overall, it’s not the worst I’ve watched, but here’s my issue: if it’s different from the source material, fine - but don’t then advertise the show as being close to the books, don’t keep saying “we went back to books to look this up” and “we really stayed true to the books” if it’s not true. That’s what’s irritating me. If I’d known going in that it wasn’t going to be a accurate to the books as they advertised, then I might have been able to enjoy this series more - but because there were interviews and all sorts of the show runner and cast saying how accurate it is to the books, I went in with a totally different mindset and expectations. I’m not a book purist by any means, I haven’t even READ all the books at the moment, but I had read Blood of Elves and so I had expectations about what we’d be seeing… just say it’s a loose adaptation in the future, save a lot for backlash and negativity!

[julek]

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“Geralt?”

Jaskier moved closer, his footsteps echoing down the stone hallway. The Witcher was sitting down, his hands in his lap as a thoughtful look crossed his face. He looked adorable, admittedly, brow furrowed and white strands framing his face, which was burrowed into a woolen blanket.

“Hi, love,” Jaskier said softly, and climbed onto Geralt’s lap as he opened his arms in invitation. He gently traced Geralt’s cheeks, pink from the cold wind howling outdoors. “You look... transfixed. Did Lambert try fishing with bombs again?”

At that, Geralt smiled, a soft, small thing, pink lips curving up. His cold fingers traced nonsense patterns on Jaskier’s back, even though layers and layers of warm fabrics stood in his way — sometimes, it was about feeling Jaskier’s skin against his, the touch grounding and pleasant; sometimes, it was about occupying his hands for the sake of doing it, no plans or intention.

“Ciri and I trained earlier this morning,” he rumbled, his voice rough.

Jaskier hummed, his nose brushing Geralt’s hair. “I know. I heard her swearing all the way to the library.”

“Hmm. She gets frustrated.”

“That she does.”

“She’s getting good. Real good. She just can’t see it, I’m—” Geralt’s frown deepened, his mouth twitching like the words wanted to escape him. He closed his eyes and breathed out, once, twice. “She’s really good. I wish she could see that— how far she’s come.”

“Mm.” Jaskier pulled back, only a little, to catch a glimpse of that amber gaze. “Have you told her?”

“Hmm?”

“What you think— have you told her? How far she’s come, how proud you are of her?”

Geralt narrowed his eyes, almost a subconscious thing, and Jaskier could tell he was turning the idea over and over in his head. Jaskier tucked his head in the crook of the Witcher’s neck, then pressed a small kiss over his pulsepoint. He felt Geralt relax against him, if only a bit.

They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, comfortable silence surrounding them, Geralt’s hands running across the bard’s back, Jaskier humming a quiet melody as the hearth rumbled and firewood cracked, sizzling noises filling the air.

“You know,” Geralt murmured against Jaskier’s hair.

“Yeah?”

Geralt shifted his weight on the armchair, pulling the blanket tighter around them both. Some minutes passed, and Jaskier didn’t push, didn’t press — he just waited, knowing the words would come when they’re meant to, if at all.

“She called me ‘Dad’, the other day,” Geralt whispered, and he sounded embarrassed, somehow, his voice thick. “‘T was a slip of the tongue, she— she didn’t mean it. We’d been sparring, and she kept getting frustrated and wanted to quit. Then snow started falling.”

Jaskier found his hand, buried under the blankets, and squeezed it softly.

Geralt smiled, his cheeks flushed a gentle pink. “And Ciri was so tired and miserable, and I was getting impatient too, and I just— I took some snow in my hands, and made a ball, and just— covered her in it. She was furious.” He let out a small laugh. “‘T was war, she said. And we kept throwing snow at each other. She started running, at one point, and I chased her around the courtyards.”

Jaskier felt tears gathering in his eyes, delighted by the story, and by the sentiment Geralt’s voice carried.

“Ciri was laughing so hard by the time I got her, and she didn’t care that her hair was white and her fingers had gone numb,” Geralt continued. “She was so happy, Jas. I— I had never seen her like that. So carefree and happy, like any child should be.”

He took in a deep breath, pressing their foreheads together. Jaskier grinned, his eyes closed, as they breathed in the same air. “We were laughing together,” he said. “And then we stopped, and everything was still for a second, and she said, ‘that was so fun, Dad’, and— she sounded so happy, so... alive. She hugged me.”

Jaskier felt a tear slip down his cheek. “Geralt.”

Geralt looked at him, so open and vulnerable, and his thumb gently wiped the tear away.

“Of course she meant it,” Jaskier said, and his voice cracked. “Of course she did.”

“I don’t know, Jas, I don’t— This is so hard on her. Everything. I don’t want to pressure her into anything she doesn’t want.”

“You’re so lovely, Geralt,” Jaskier murmured against his cheek, and hugged closer, his heart breaking a little. “You’re such a good man, so honest and humble and good— she adores you.”

“Hmm.”

He meant it — he’d seen it firsthand. The first week Ciri spent in the keep, Geralt had made sure she felt comfortable, showing her around and encouraging her to ask questions and wander the grounds whenever she felt like it. He’d train with her in the mornings and, after they all had lunch together, he’d accompany her to the library, where she and Vesemir would sit for hours on end, surrounded by books and bestiaries and ancient stories, all under the Witcher’s attentive gaze. Late at night, after dinner but before the wolves turned in for the night, Geralt would walk her to her room, then stay for a bit to tuck her in and listen to her talk — long conversations about her past, Cintra and her family, or small remarks about her findings in the keep, a hunting trip with Eskel or an alchemy lesson with Lambert. Geralt listened intently every time, and remembered every detail she’d shared with him. He worried about her; sometimes, late at night, Jaskier would wake up to find him sitting outside on their balcony, a foreign expression on his face and a steaming mug of tea between his hands. He cared for her endlessly — he loved Ciri.

Jaskier brushed a kiss against his forehead, warm and loving, and was about to bury his face back into Geralt’s neck, when a soft noise made them both look up.

Ciri padded into the room, her hair mussed and sleep still tugging at her eyes as she rubbed them with the back of her hand. In the firelight, she looked even younger, her rosy cheeks and soft woolen socks the most perfect picture of pure innocence. As she moved closer to them, Jaskier saw it, the worn fabric of Geralt’s cloak, draped over her shoulders like a cape and dragging across the floor, too large to fit her body. He looked at Geralt and saw his own expression mirrored on his face, if only more intense — adoration, raw and blatant, pouring from his eyes, a smile curling on his lips.

“Ciri?” Geralt called, one hand stetched out for her. “What is it?”

She moved closer, entwining his fingers with Geralt’s, so different yet so similar; pale hands that were slowly becoming more calloused and hard as they gained experience. “Fell asleep in the kitchen, by the fire. Vesemir wanted me to tell you he needed help with dinner.” She yawned. “Also grumbled something about you being lazy, but I told him we trained hard today, and he frowned, but said it was okay. That we could be lazy today.”

Geralt huffed a laugh, and Jaskier shifted so Ciri could sit on Geralt’s thigh, too. “Hmm. Good, then. Wouldn’t want to laze around without his permission.”

Ciri wrapped her arms around Geralt’s neck, and rested her head on his shoulder, firmly fighting sleep but losing. “Hmm.”

Jaskier snorted, and swatted playfully at Geralt’s side. “Oh, Geralt, that’s all you. She did not even know how to ‘hmm’ before she met you.”

“Hmm.”

He shook his head in fond exasperation, and leaned back, just a bit, to look at them in earnest. He watched as Geralt now traced small circles on Ciri’s back, her body tucked into his side as she snored softly, a small smile on her face. Geralt looked so content, so peaceful, so at home, Jaskier’s heart ached in his chest, pride and love fluttering in his stomach. They deserved it — every bit of peace and quiet, every moment of tenderness they could get, they deserved them all, and even more.

“You’re being sappy in your head, I can tell.”

Jaskier clicked his tongue. “I’m being sentimental— there’s a difference, thank you very much.”

Geralt leaned back, his head pressed against the chair, and closed his eyes with a content rumble and a knowing smirk on his lips. “Hmm.”

“Don’t know why I put up with you and your nonsensical grunting, really. Must have been dropped on my head as a child.”

“Must’ve been.”

Jaskier gasped with mock outrage. “You horrible, horrible Witcher. Don’t know why I bother.”

Geralt cracked one amber eye open. “Because you love me.”

“Hmm. Yet further proof I was most definitely gravely injured as a child,” Jaskier replied, with but there was no bite to his words. “I’ll go help Vesemir with dinner— someone must, if you’re to stay here and simply laze.”

“Thank you for your sacrifice,” Geralt said, teasing. Jaskier let out a small laugh and leaned down to kiss his forehead once more, then brushed Ciri’s hair back from her face. He took his hand back, but Geralt stopped him. “Thank you. Truly. I love you.”

Jaskier’s chest seized, and he smiled, smitten. “I love you, too. Very much. Now sleep, I’ll come wake you both when supper’s ready.”

“Okay.” Geralt leaned back. “Please don’t burn the keep down.”

Jaskier grinned, and looked back at him before shutting the door. “No promises.”

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Curious Travels - Geralt of Rivia x (f)reader

- reader is part of my Of Monsters and Men series

Summary: Yet again has your humble bard dragged you and Geralt to another kingdom for whatever reason, though as the snow falls outside, you know just how to keep warm.

Warning: fluff, SMUT, some actual plot

Masterlist

Jumping off of your own horse you’re immediately greeted with the soft crunch of snow under your boots. Your pack of three mighty adventures have traveled all this way to the wintery mountainside kingdom of Turga for, as Jaskier would say, “food, festivities, and fun times to be had”. Not being one to ever walk away from such intriguing tidings, you’ve made it a point to accompany Jaskier on his trek to the kingdom.

Geralt on the other hand could absolutely not be bothered in the slightest to come for such “fun times to be had” but he loves you and begrudgingly decided to follow the two of you anyways.

The whole ordeal of traveling had taken about a week, through forest and fields, streams to pass and bridges to cross, until finally at last your horses had reached snow. And more importantly the wooden post naming the direction of said mountain kingdom, causing your bard to become even more chipper and talkative then usual.

Much to your amusement and Geralt’s silent moody frustration, though he would have liked to smack the bard across his head or quite possibly snap that lute in two. Watching your face light up at Jaskier’s jokes and stories from before he met both you and Geralt, so far has kept the grumbly Witcher to himself, just being able to see your beaming face is enough to make this trip all the better.

Though he’s still doubtful anything fantastic will actually come out of this journey in any way, considering most travels with the two of you end rather poorly.

You’re eyes grew big once they spotted the snowy glowing city of Turga sitting comfortably atop a silver hill in all her beautiful glory. Jaskier wasn’t fooling, this place is absolutely magnificent, it’s like a true winter wonderland.

Great evergreens stand tall at the large wooden gates of the town, two guards dressed in silver armor and a red sash over their breast greet you three with generous smiles of welcome tidings that take you more off center then you’d ever expected. How strange it is not to be looked down upon, or scrutinized by people who always tend to think the worst.

Jaskier simply grins, clearly knowing something you and your grouchy Witcher do not, but what could that possibly be, then again it isn’t exactly abnormal. Following closely behind, you and Geralt lead your horses along the snow covered streets as Jaskier leads the way to the stables.

The whole time your eyes have been wide in awe at the beautiful surroundings of the town, lanterns held up by steel chains hang in a line above your heads. Dashing evergreens keep watch from their various positions in the square. Oddly enough the stables look cozy, decorative pines are hung at the front doors, and from the opened windows you can see on the inside that there are rafters kept along with ornamental little flags of a hundred colors.

Soon enough the face of a dirt smudge stable boy races out of the wooden door, a wreath on the back of it jostles at the quick unexpected movement. Although on further inspection you realize he is a sylvan once you notice the two hooves peaking out from under his oversized cloak, he smiles brightly at the three of you while his big shimmering eyes shine a soft pink as he shuffles through the snow to Jaskier’s steed.

“Vallo Vaskier! Hove yuv bveen!” Exclaims the boy in a peculiar accent with a smile that could light up a room.

“Oh you know..” Shrugs the bard, “A bit of this a bit of that. But here’s something....I have made some loyal companions on my travels, they’re a real time, it’s been great honestly...although a tad bit dangerous at times but eh I’m still breathing.” He laughs, “So anyways, when’s the grand feast at the lady of winters hall?”

The boys face turns into a thrilled grin, “Are you performing?”

Jaskier glances to you before turning back to the kid, “Of course I am. Didn’t just travel all the way up here for nothing. So uh, when’s the feast?”

“Oh, right the veast. You hev to be invited first. But I vouldn’t vorry to vuch, vord alveys spreads vhen you’re here Vaskier.” States the stable boy with a curt nod.

“Boy you got any taverns close?” He snaps his head up to you, curls bouncing in the process as he gives a shy smile before nodding.

“Of course mviss. Vaskier knows ver they are.”

A smirk plays at your lips as you find the bards gaze, “I should have know.” You mutter, turning your head to find Geralt, “Now to find that tavern.” You add suggestively with a quick wink. Causing your man to hand you the smallest of smiles in knowing acknowledgment. 

“Alright, Finn. Take this pretty lady to her home for the night. You’ve got two others who’ll need a stall.” States Jaskier as he nods to his horse, “And uh, the one with the scary face and white hair, be good to his mare. She’s very special to him, more then the half-vampire that rides with us and..Oh! Oww! Y/N don’t hit me woman!” Stammers the bard as you fold your arms across your chest.

A smirk upon your lips at his flustered reaction, “What was that about Roach being more special then me? You didn’t finish what you where going to say.”

“Well I would have if I wasn’t assaulted first.” Assures Jaskier, turning back to the kid, “Anyways, we’re ready to find our stead’s a place for the night. Well perhaps a couple nights, we may be here for a few days give or take.”

“A few days? He never said anything about that?” Grumbles Geralt in that familiar gravelly voice of his, “Y/N did he mention a few days?”

Grasping your horses leather reigns in one hand, you rest the other on Geralt’s broad cloaked shoulder, “Oh where’s your festive spirit? Come on love this is gonna be fun. I can feel it.”

Turning to follow Jaskier and the stable boy into the barn, Geralt tugs for Roach to start walking, rolling his golden eyes as he watches you swagger into the large pine rimmed entrance. Though a small tinge of excitement rushes throughout his body when remembering that subtle wink you shared with him only moments ago.

Your crimson irises light up at the colorful flags and cozy barn atmosphere, perfect for the tired horses that so desperately could use a good rest. You’re never this impressed by such festive decorations most times, but it’s been a long while since you’ve bared witness to such things. It feels rather nice, and anyways, another adventure with your boys is always welcomed.

The stable boy quickly takes Jaskier’s horse to get settled for the night, leaving yourself to find your own stable and Geralt to do the same. You turn, leading your own mare into a hay covered stall and doing what you can to help her feel more comfortable.

Taking off her saddle, you lay it off to the side, going now to brush her brown back, smoothing her fur down as you do. While so lost in your own little world you can’t help but begin rambling about your thoughts to the patient horse.

“Now since it’s come to mind...I think this place isn’t too bad, ya know? I haven’t really met any of the townsfolk so my true impression of the people here have yet to be determined. Although I’m not really getting a hostile feeling coming from this place so that’s good.” The mare snorts in reply, or at least you think she does, causing you to chuckle at the horses timely reaction, “Yes, my friend that’s exactly what I was thinking but you already new that and now I am talking to a horse.....and Geralt is standing right over there isn’t he.” You rush, whispering the last part to your horse.

Geralt leans his large frame against the wooden stalls door, a small amused smirk pulling at his lips as he watches you brush the mare. “Not strange at all. I think they understand, in their own way.”

“Maybe it’s because I travel with you too much, look at me, I’m talking to a horse.” You mutter with a small laugh, “Though I guess their company can be better then an actual persons. I have a feeling you know my meaning.”

He smiles again, looking around the barn until his golden eyes find yours once more, “Better then most.”

You gently tilt your head in a small nod, brushing the last of the mares ruffled hide before setting the brush down. Then reaching for your belongings that are hanging from a metal hook inches from Geralt.

He politely steps to the side as you take your cloak and sheathed silver dagger from off of the hook, bundling them under your arm you take a step forward past him, stopping for a moment to not-so-subtly trail your eyes up to his handsome face.

“See something interesting?” He muses, eyeing you up just the same causing a swarm of butterflies to make themselves know in your stomach. 

Biting your lip you refrain from pushing him against the wooden wall and kissing him like your life depends on it, deciding to instead hug your things tighter and give him a small fangy smile.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Is all you can whisper out as you swiftly turn on your heel to go and find Jaskier before you change your mind and pounce on your Witcher like a cat to her prey.

It doesn’t take long to find him, the bard is casually seated on some blocks of hay as he gently strums on his lute while the stable boy brushes his horse for him. Jaskier is so caught up in his own world of playing that he neglects to notice when you’re standing directly in front of him.

“Jask!” You vocalize loudly, causing the entranced bard to jump and just about drop his prized lute if not for the strap.

“My gods Y/N, warn a man would you.” He sputters, setting himself a bit straighter once again as he gathers his bearings, “I could have dropped my dear lady just now.”

Taking a couple steps backwards towards Geralt, you chuckle, “In that case, I’ll try harder next time.”

Jaskier sends you a silent dirty look, causing Geralt to slip a couple hushed snickers out from behind you. “Alright bard..” Starts your Witcher, “where’s the nearest tavern? Considering it’s late and we’re all hungry.”

Jumping to his feet, Jaskier nods, “Right. Right. Of course, a tavern would be nice. Well my friend...and Y/N...let’s go find one.”

“Yes let’s.” Mutters Geralt, annoyance lacing his voice as Jaskier practically swaggers past the two of you, lute tightly in hand.

You turn to follow, nudging Geralt’s shoulder as you step past him, “Come on my White Wolf, let’s find that tavern. I could use a good rest, how about you?” The wink you send him is all but enough to fill his mind with wondrous thoughts for how his evening may truly end.

His heart admittedly fills with warmth and excitement as he watches you trail Jaskier out of the barn and into the wintery night air. Soft cool snowflakes kiss your warm skin as you stand in the silver wonderland, waiting for your Witcher to catch up.

A pleased smirk shows itself upon your face as you turn your head up to the dark clouds, enjoying the feeling of the small ice crystals as they float all around you. The night is absolutely divine, as you enjoy the small white puffs of air leaving forth from out of your mouth and nostrils.

You feel no chill from the harsh winter air, though you’re surprised when a certain someone unexpectedly attempts to throw a snowball at your back. Hearing the ball of ice swishing in the crisp air, you step inhumanly quick to the side.

A burst of laughter falls forth from your lips when the snow crashes into the shoulder of Jaskier as he looks from house to house trying to remember where the tavern is. He jumps back, his blue eyes wide as he snaps his jostled attention over to you, and the snowy haired man smirking from behind you.

“That was—was....Y/N!” Grumbles the bard with an angry pout before he begins to smile and eventually shake with laughter as well.

Chuckling still, you turn a raised brow to Geralt as he simply shrugs, “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Yeah okay, Sir. I-Didn’t-Even-Want-To-Come...” Suddenly your eyes narrow causing Geralt to loose his amusement, “You tried to hit me with a snowball, you fucker.”

Geralt takes a cautious step closer to you, a pleading look crossing his features, “And now I know how well your reflexes are.”

“You already know how well my reflexes are.”

“Yes. But...” He pauses for a moment, trying to think of what to say next as you await an answer, finally he takes another step closer, bringing his hand to tilt your head up with the tips of his fingers. His face so close now you can feel his hot breath against your skin, “I’ll deal with your wrath all night long if that’s what you’d wish.”

Gently removing his hand away from your face, you lean in even closer, your lips practically brushing past his own, “I think that is a deliciously appealing proposition, my love.”

Geralt has no time to answer before you swiftly shift away from him, leaving the man with his thoughts and slightly tighter pants as he watches you walk over to Jaskier once again, knowing exactly what you’re doing to him.

It took about a good fifteen minutes to actually track down the tavern of Jaskier’s choice, an admittedly large and homey hall appropriately called The Silver Faun Inn. Quite the name for quite the tavern, as per usual when walking into anywhere on the continent in a place like this.

Your marry band of three was immediately greeted with a multitude of cautious glares and many other intrigued excited glances. Though to your relief, no one dares bother either of you while you make to find a quiet corner for the late hour of the darkening evening.

Soon fresh food and tasteful ale is to be had, filling the three of you up just enough to be satisfied for the night, but not too much, you’ve got plans for later. Plans that are so obviously unnoticed by the titular bard who’s now decided the tavern is in desperate need of entertainment.

Leaning into Geralt’s strong side, a lazy smirk upon your face, you watch in amusement as Jaskier joyously strums his favorite lute. “Don’t think I’ve heard that ballot before.” You whisper.

Your quiet Witcher hums in reply, earning him a light friendly squeeze to his forearm that rests on the table next to yours, “The enthusiasm radiating off of you is just, astounding.” You chuckle, burying your face into his shoulder.

Geralt smiles affectionately at your adorable reaction to his less then impressive one, his heart swells with more silent joy when you pull away once again. Only to stop yourself from speaking, your scarlet irises so caught up in your lovers humored face.

You remain quiet for a moment, your face stoic though your eyes crinkle with mischief before you finally break out into a large beaming grin. Without a second thought, Geralt leans in to gently press his plush inviting lips against yours for a beautiful moment of love and lust.

He feels so lovely, you can tell just how much he truly wants you, but all to soon does he pull away, “I think we should find that room, what do you say Y/N?”

Biting your lip, you stare longingly into his golden eyes, “Fantastic idea. I got the keys so let’s get outta here.”

In a heartbeat do the two of you slip from the taverns quiet corner to wander past your oblivious bard as he belts out another marvelous tune that sends the crowd into fits of song and laughter. Soon all is forgotten and left to the back of your minds as you lead your Witcher up the steps and down to the end of the hallway where your room just so happens to be.

Quickly going to unlock it, you’re bewildered when the little metal key won’t turn left, huffing in frustration you try and force it as gently as you can muster. Geralt leans an arm against the doorframe doing nothing to help you focus on your new task at hand.

“Y/N just turn it left.”

“I am turning it left.”

“More gently.”

“I am turning it gently.”

“How much did you drink?” He chuckles.

Snapping your head to him you playfully make a face, “Same as you idiot, now if only I could fucking get this bitch open then we could...” Errreck. Crack. “Oh fuck me.” You deadpan.

“I’m trying.” Muses Geralt.

Smacking Geralt against his arm you take a step away from the broken lock, “Dammit. I broke the fucking key....and I think the lock too.”

“Can you open it now?”

Sighing in annoyance you raise a brow at your man, “Well uh, guess we’ll find out.”

Turning towards the thick wooden mahogany door with its freshly broken lock, you nervously reach a hand up to turn the golden door handle, sucking in a breath you twist the knob only to be met with resistance.

Pursing your lips together you lean your head against the door, “Whoever made these shit locks I’ll fucking cut their hands off cause apparently they don’t need them anymore with whatever kinda fuckery this is.” You growl.

All you wanna do is get it on with Geralt, this is not helping.

“You could just force the door.” Suggests Geralt.

“I’m not forcing the door love, I really don’t need a bounty on me for breaking a knob.”

“Well, guess we’ll just have to sleep in Jaskier’s room tonight then.” Replies your Witcher with a shit eating grin, he knows just how much you want him right now. And so help you god if you don’t get what you want when it comes to a night with Geralt of Rivia.

“No! No! I can handle the fucking door!” You sass.

Taking a step back into the hallway, he folds his arms over his chest, “Alright then. Open the door Y/N.” Smirks Geralt, urging you to create some chaos.

Huffing, you take a step back, readying yourself to charge the grand mahogany door. The smirk on your Witcher’s face is admittedly smackable or kissable, you just can’t bring it in you to focus on anything else but opening this door. He watches in anticipation as you charge, hands out and ready to force open the closed entrance as you make hasty steps for the tavern room.

Without warning the giant door swings opens, taking you off guard as you fly through the new opening and into the grand room before falling to the hard floor with a grunt. Your chin smacks the wooden floorboards with a thwack sound, your opened palms doing just the same when you land.

“Ouch.” You mutter, lifting yourself up from the ground, turning when your nose catches the scent of someone new.

Snapping to your right, you’re caught with big brown fearful eyes of a young maid, “Oh, uh....your room is ready miss.”

Not aware of the less then friendly grimace adorning your face, Geralt steps into the room before you decide to shove the girl out yourself, “Sorry. The lock wasn’t working, I think we may have broken it.”

Quickly snapping out of her frightened trance, the girl turns a nervous eye to your Witcher, “Um, that key you have there...it’s not the right one. I’ll just uh....leave then.” She whispers, her eyes never leaving yours as she hastily slips out of the room and down the hallway.

Geralt gently closes the door, shoving a chair under the handle to create a makeshift lock while you take a couple steps forward over to the large mattress, resting a hand on the bed. He turns to you, “Well that was...”

“Entertaining much?” You scoff, rubbing your split chin, “I think I’m bleeding....no yeah, I’m definitely bleeding.”

Geralt hums, nodding before walking over to find a small spare cloth on the nearby table, “Sit on the bed I’ll clean you up.”

Doing just as directed you sit, watching as your silver haired lover walks across the room to seat himself next to you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Rolling your eyes you pout, “Funny is it? The things I do for you, and now my fucking chin hurts.”

Suddenly his eyes go soft, though there still remains a tinge of humor in them, “Y/N, you’ve already healed and the pain will die soon enough....here, let me just clean the blood away.” He mutters, reaching his arm up to press the pale cloth against your blood smudged skin.

Fine, ignore my pain you ass.

Though you’re still annoyed, the feeling of being tended to by Geralt is enough to dissipate away all your recent frustrations and brewing anger. Sending you into a blissful minute of staring lazily into your mans pretty golden eyes like a dazed lover.

Once he’s confident all the blood is gone, he sets the pink cloth in his lap, saying nothing as the two of you stare deeply into the eyes of one another, the sexual tension of the room rising by the second. You slip out a soft breath, the tiniest of smiles pulling at your lips.

“This is the part where you kiss my pain away. Right here.” You point at your chin, just below your lips. His golden eyes dart down, following your directions.

Ever so meticulously slowly does he lean in closer, the blood smudged cloth left and forgotten as it falls to the floor when his large hands go to touch your face. His lips press softly onto your chin, then cheek, then the other, and another two over your jawline. Earning a satisfied hum of approval from you, much to Geralt’s satisfaction.

Your own hands grasp onto his thick forearms, the rest of yourself feeling rather warm all over as Geralt kisses all over your face, slowly as ever.

“You know..” Kiss, “Geralt, mhmm....my lips are right here...” You mutter, just as he presses a heated one onto the preferred area you’ve asked. He tastes so sweet, like the ale he drank earlier in the evening, but this is admittedly much better then any ale you’ve ever drank.

Soon his hands fall to your waist and arm, then to many other places as he decides to explore your body with his calloused hands. Not being one to hold back, you do just the same, earning a low husky moan from deep within his throat when you palm him just to see what’s going on down there.

Fortunately he’s decently hard, the fabric of his dark pants are nicely stretched out from what pleasantries await you soon enough. Leaving him be for the moment, you gently break away from his sweet lips.

“Oh don’t give me that look.” You chuckle at the annoyed expression adorning his handsome features, “I’m just, rather wet down here and I’d like to get things rolling. Though don’t get me wrong I could kiss those lips of yours all fucking day.” You add, deliberately doing your best to give him your bedroom eyes.

He pauses for a second, his eyes trailing from your clothed nether regions all the way up to your shimmering lust filled gaze, “You’re already wet?”

Rolling your eyes you reach out to pull him further up the bed, “Oh fuck off, you’re already harder then a frozen ice cycle and that was before we even got into this room so shut uh uhh mhmm...” Is all you’re able to ramble out before he’s attacked your neck again with those beautifully plush lips of his, the rest of his body hovering just above you as he rests a knee between your parted thighs.

His lips leave a wet trail all the way down your throat until they reach the edge of your tops laced fabric, where a clear V is had that reaches down to the area between your breasts. He kisses once on the lace and exposed skin on your sternum, then another further down.

He’s just about driving you wild with the frustratingly grand lack of friction in certain areas that are so desperately craving such attention. Done with his teasing you lightly tug at his long white hair.

“Geralt just fuck me already.” You mumble, sucking in a quick breath when he gently squeezes your breast without warning.

Kissing your cheek, his face remains mere inches from your own as he stares mischievously into your crimson eyes, “We may need to take some clothes off first.” He chuckles, planting a quick kiss to your lips before sitting back on the bed.

Laying there, body hot and pulsing with pleasure unreleased, you hastily sit up and fumble as fast as you can to remove your grey top. Flinging it to the floor as your eyes find Geralt’s once again, though this time he’s completely shirtless.

Drinking up every last little piece of your muscular Witcher, you bite your lip as he smiles at you, “And that’s a sight I could look at everyday.” You just about swoon at his quick witted words, no doubt feeling a bit heated the longer he stares at you.

Winking at him, you swiftly shed the thin dark material calling itself an undershirt, a playful gleam in your eye as you watch Geralt quickly find your two exposed breasts. Beautiful and soft, your nibbles perked at the arousal coursing throughout your entire vessel.

Wanting to be bold, you wiggle a brow at him before confidently standing, your eyes never leaving his. He watches with an intrigued curious gaze before you begin unbuttoning your black trousers, earning another blissful smirk across the mans face.

Soon enough are all the buttons finally undone, with a spectacular dramatic bow do you then go to shimmy out of your pants, kicking them to the wooden floor in a rush as you’re now left in nothing but your small whole filled and slightly ripped underwear.

As to be expected, Geralt reaches a hand out to touch your exposed legs, getting nothing but a quick playful kick to his hands as you hum in disapproval. Instead you go to set a hand on your hip, nodding your head for him to remove his own concealing attire.

He hums in reply, standing to his full height as you unabashedly watch him fully undress himself, tossing his pants and undergarments to the floor ever so dramatically. He stares you down with those big beautiful golden eyes of his, you keep your sights locked onto them and painfully ignore his now exposed member that’s hard and dripping with pre-cum.

Biting your lip, you try your absolute best to keep from smiling, “Fuck me I love you so much.” You speak breathlessly, your eyes turning more serious again, “Now sit, please.”

Geralt hums, seating himself upon the soft billowy mattress just as directed, deciding to lean back on his arms and let his body lay open and ready for you. Blinking slowly you finally reveal a pleased smile down at him, just about mirroring the same one that he’s handing you so freely, just like his body.

Slowly you walk forward on the bed, your legs held firmly to either side of his lower waist as you kneel down, hovering your soaked womanhood right above his glistening member. You let out a breathy chuckle, resting your palms against his broad shoulders as he does the same action but with your bare hips.

“May I?” You politely ask, leaning your head against his as he gently squeezes the flesh of your hips in reply.

“Of course.” He mutters, low and gravelly in your ear as he patiently awaits your body, his very heart about to explode with how much he loves you right now.

Parting your legs wider, you remove one hand from his shoulder to quickly grasp his thick cock, “Alright let me just...” Bringing it to your dripping entrance you line it up perfectly, “I’m coming in..” You laugh, “literally.”

“Y/N you don’t have to say it...”

Digging your fingers into the side of his shoulder you quickly tilt your head to shut him up with a kiss, “Yes, but you laughed.” Pulling back to look at your face, Geralt’s mouth opens to reply, though his words are left on the wind when you slowly slide yourself onto him.

The new welcoming warmth of your core sending his mind swirling with nothing but a colorful bliss. Yours about the same, he’s big as he sinks deeper and deeper into your body until finally he’s completely filled you up.

Closing your eyes, your face scrunches up in slight discomfort at the new thrilling contact, this feeling isn’t anything new it’s just he’s quite large and you need a couple moments to adjust before the real fun begins. Sensing your slight displeasure, he keeps still inside you, trailing a comforting hand over your cheek as he watches your brows furrow together as you adjust.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t mean to hurt you.” Worries your beautiful Witcher as you open your glistening scarlet irises to find his concerned face.

Shaking your head you slowly roll your hips into his, “Never. Apologize for a big dick Geralt....you’re honestly about to work wonders so keep that pretty mouth shut and make me scream.”

Holding in his laughter, he decides to do just as you’ve asked, a second later do you gasp in surprise when both his hands dig into your hips. Pushing you down onto him even more as he pulls you with each roll of your hips against his. Creating a blissful synced rhythm that begins to bring a low pleasurable build into your soaked core.

He suddenly thrusts up into you as you bounce down on him over and over again, your chests rubbing against one another as you both attempt to hold each other’s gazes for as long as you can try. The room feels hot and sticky, the smells of sex, sweat, and Geralt filling into your sensitive nostrils that drives you mad with lust.

All that can be heard is the familiar slapping of skin on skin as you both move against one another in quick passionate motions. Without warning Geralt thrusts deeply into your sweet spot sending you into a flurry of moaned curses as he thrusts his strong hips into you over and over again.

Your body falls flush against his as you whimper and moan into his shoulder from the intense buildup of pure pleasure that he’s slowly filling you with by the second. He can tell you’re close and with that thought in mind you’re pleasantly surprised when he abruptly holds your back, keeping you against him as he quickly lays you onto the soft mattress.

You audibly moan at the new positioning, not being able to hold back any more whimpers of pleasure as he fucks you into the comfortable bedding like his life depends on it. You’re visibility sweaty now, the slickness of yourself and Geralt doing everything to increase your growing pleasure as he slides in and out of you like a crazed man gone years without a proper fucking.

Another moan escapes from your lips as Geralt bounds you into the mattress, hitting you with deep precise thrusts each and every time, leaving you with nothing to keep you steady but his bare back that no doubt is covered in fresh pink scratch marks.

He keeps flush against your body, his manhood buried deep within your parted thighs as he intertwines his fingers with yours, his lips so soft and inviting as they press against your neck and jaw. You can’t remember if you’re ever felt such pleasure from this man as he pulls you to the edge of oblivion.

He suddenly moans against your ear sending new waves of bliss deep into your core and just like that do you come, moaning his name over and over again as he relentlessly thrusts into you with all that he has left.

He grips your hands tight, his warm seed spilling into you a second later, causing you to squeeze your legs tighter against his, “Ugh fuck Geralt.” You moan, your lips brushing past his as he pumps into you for a few more blissful moments before he falls limp against your body.

Utterly spent with your heated love making session, you chuckle at his honestly adorable actions as he lays flush with you, his cock still buried deep inside. He may be a large heavy man, but you’re no common human woman who lays underneath this handsome Witcher.

It’s plain as anyone could see, though you’d cut the throats of anyone bold enough to take a peek at your secretive actions.

Humming in content, Geralt moves to lay at your side, bringing you along with him so that he can stay inside you for a bit longer. You smirk, holding him close as he does the same, “A little needy tonight are we?” You muse, placing a chaste kiss against his puffy red lips.

“Maybe I missed you in more ways then one.” He replies, his golden eyes finding your crimson ones, “It certainly doesn’t help that Jaskier is always with us when we set up camp. I never get a true moment to myself with you.”

Trailing a hand down his scar covered back, you smile once again, “Well you’re about to get a whole week with me if you’re lucky. And I’m looking forward to every single second of it.”

The way you make him feel cannot ever truly be expressed in Geralt’s mind, though you can tell he loves you deeply even when no words are said at all or perhaps when he gets flustered and stumbles on his tongue for the right ones. Though right now he seems to have you vexed, completely entranced and utterly opened and surrendered to him.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel the same, his eyelids close in content as you gently trail your fingers down his cheekbone, earning a low hum from deep within his throat that sends shivers down your spine even with something so innocent as this.

You break out into a grin, your fangs showing as you let out a couple chuckles once you realize he’s still inside you. His own lips curl into a tired smile, though he doesn’t open his eyes. “Y/N?” He mutters, wondering what on earth could be so funny right now.

Pushing a few stray hairs out of his face you blink, trying to contain yourself once more, “Oh nothing, you’re just being....dare I say, cute. And all things considered, you’re still inside me.”

Geralt shows you a lazy grin, “I like being inside you.”

“Yes and what if I have to relieve myself, or get a drink?”

“I see no problem when you’re lucky enough to be laying next to me.”

Fake scoffing you gently tug on his silver locks, “Geralt of Rivia you’re blessed enough I love you so much you ass.”

Finally he opens his eyes, the most adorable of smiles crossing his face, and only for you, “Well I guess someone has to.”

“Yes.” You smirk, “And I’ll make disappear the next confidant fucker who dare think to take you away from me.”

“So I’m assuming that last tavern wench we met a month ago went missing....not, under mysterious circumstances?” He wonders, a brow raised in humored accusation.

Rolling your scarlet irises, you give him a friendly pat over his bare shoulder, “I wasn’t appreciating that foxy look she was giving you, looked like a horny buck ready to pounce.” The look he gives you is enough to make you burst with laughter, “What? Don’t give me that face Geralt, I didn’t do anything adherently evil....all I did was leave her in the middle of the woods...near another town!” You protest, trying to make your little petty adventure sound less terrible.

 “Well, at least you were nice about it,” Muses Geralt, “though I’m not sure if that’s better.”

“Oh shut it, I couldn’t help myself if you’d like to know alri...” Knock. Knock. Knock. Three raps against the thick bedroom door immediately draws your attention away from Geralt. Propping his head up by his elbow, he turns a protective glare at the mystery person keeping themselves on the other side.

Wanting to snap at the hidden individual who dare break you away from your rather pleasant evening, you push away from the soft comfort of the mattress, quickly pulling out of Geralt, you maneuver yourself into a seated position. “I’ll see who it is, can’t be anyone with a personal vendetta against us, well.....at least I don’t think so.”

Pursing his lips together in slight apprehension, Geralt silently watches you slip from the bed with nothing but a thin white sheet to keep your nakedness from any prying eyes. Your steps to the barred door are swift and silent as an owl in flight, just the same when you remove the chair from the door knob.

With one hand on the golden knob and the other grasped tightly onto the bunched up bed sheet, you turn a curious glance to Geralt who’s now seated fully upright on the mattress, a thin sheet covering his previously exposed manhood.

Finding your sights upon the door once again, you turn the knob, swiftly opening the door where you’re both greeted with the nervous wide eyed face of a young elven boy, who looks only to be about fourteen, dressed in lord-like attire. A suspiciously high status pose about him that sends your brows furrowing in confusion for this strange unexpected intrusion.

Wearing a soft purple scarf over a pure white thick fur laced jacket, his green eyes shift warily from you to your shirtless Witcher then back to you again. His cheeks most certainly reddening the longer he stares, mouth slightly agape, clearly this kid was not expecting the sight before him.

Deciding to relieve the awkward atmosphere, you clear your throat, “Well you certainly don’t look like an assassin, nor do you appear to be ready with coin for a wanted killing. So, do relieve us of this suspense...I was kind of in the middle of something important.” You state, the tone of your voice appearing slightly annoyed even when you try and hide it.

His big emerald irises flicker as he blinks, swallowing his nerves, does the elven boy in the fancy coat and purple scarf stand a bit straighter, “Hello. I am Venemyr of Rorym, messenger to Queen Allira and her husband King Gabriel of this winter kingdom of Turga.” He stammers, eyes shifting nervously from Geralt to you, suddenly he pulls out a folded piece of white and gold craftsmanship in the form of a beautiful card.

His hand shakes slightly as he reaches out for you to take the concealed letter, finding no ill intent from the boy, you fearlessly accept. Once in your hand does he finally begin his explanation, “I come to ask the Princess Y/N of Alkatraz and the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, if they will accept this invitation to the King and Queen’s eldest son’s banquet as special guests of honor.”

Oh, now things have just gotten very intriguing.

Not positive on how to correctly respond to this large proposition, the young elven messenger nods, “My adversaries had been made aware of you two by a bard named Jaskier who is thought of warmly in this kingdom, then it appeared that the eldest prince became very interested in meeting a lady dhampir and a Witcher of Kaer Morhen.” 

Oh, Jaskier you motherfucker.

Smiling politely, Vesemyr watches with wide foresty eyes when he catches sight of your fangs, noticing his apparent change of demeanor, your face falls, “Uh, well, thank you for the message and this invitation? We’ll see to it soon, and without a doubt report back accordingly sometime tomorrow.”

“The banquet is in two days.”

“Is it now?” You reply in a knowing tone, your brows raising, “Good to know, now if you’ll excuse us...the hour is late and you’d better get to wherever you’ve come from before it gets any colder outside.” And with that said do you flash him a wink before slamming the door into his scared little face and high end attire without a second thought.

Looking down at the strange yet exquisite invitation placed in your hand, you turn it over and find the golden waxes seal of a house sigil. “Y/N come to bed, I think I’d like to have a look at whatever fuckery Jaskier has roped us into.”

Raising your attention back up to the naked man seated casually against the headboard, you smile, making swift steps to the mattress before launching yourself next to his side causing the bed to shift and creak at your jostling movement. Instead of finding his annoyed expression, you’re fortunately greeted with an arm pulling you flush against his side.

With the two of you wrapped up in the white bedsheets, leaning comfortably on one another does Geralt slowly take the parchment from out of your hand. He holds the letter up, studying it’s beauty in the side table’s candle light as you rest your head on his shoulder with one arm slung over his muscular waist.

His breaths are slow and calm, the rise and fall of his chest gently pushing you up and then back down again only ever so slightly while your Witcher carefully observes the golden wax of the houses sigil. “A stag, with a crown of leaves....should we open it?” Muses Geralt, fully aware of how much you want to see what’s inside.

Geralt I swear to god.

Gently giving his waist a loving squeeze, you nod, “If you’d be so kind.” Humming in reply, Geralt makes quick work of the letter, soon its cut open and pulled out for your eyes to witness its ink marked contents.

“Fuck.” Mutters Geralt dismally, “Guess that kid wasn’t fucking with us.”

“And I guess we’re going to a party.” You exclaim, much more excitement flowing through your voice then what Geralt could ever give.

He quickly turns his head down to you, “Y/N no. I don’t give a shit if this prince wants to speak with us, I have no interest in becoming involved in something like that.”

You lightly chuckle at his less then stellar mood before turning your face to press a chaste kiss to his bare shoulder, he sighs, meeting your crimson gaze once again, “Think of it, free drink and food, and this prince wants to see us....we’re practically the guests of honor and I cannot wait to see Jaskier tomorrow cause I’m gonna slap him for it...then I’ll thank him.”

“Ugh, fine.” Begrudgingly mutters Geralt as you press your lips to his.

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Maybe a part 2 later on, idk we’ll see. Hope you enjoyed this :)

Tagged for series:  @seninjakitey​  @notahappytree​ @ashleyforeverareject​ @sokkasdarling​ @kmuir1​​@haleypearce @diegos-butt​ (@auds24 sorry idk why ur name won’t work) @a-girl-who-loves-disney

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Subtext, by Calvin Klein

happy birthday @stinastar!!! I know it’s not the prompt you wanted, but I’ll write that too. :) Thank you so much for being awesome and so so sweet!

Legally Blonde au - modern - fluffy pre-getting together

depending on the comments I get on this, I might post a second part

tw: Geralt’s tragic backstory (foster care mention)

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Geralt approached Jaskier slowly and kept his hands firmly in the pockets of his loose-fitting jeans. “What’s up-” he noticed the bunny ears poking up from Jaskier’s fluffy brown hair and added “-doc?”

The young law student looked up at Geralt through teary black lashes and let out another soft sniffle, his lips wobbling unattractively. Geralt hurried to drape his zip-up hoodie over Jaskier’s bare shoulders and take a seat on the wooden bench beside him. 

The worried teacher’s assistant rubbed his hands up and down Jaskier’s arms through the material, trying to warm him up a little better. “Why are you dressed as a Playboy bunny, sitting on a bench in the middle of the night in this terrible New England weather?”

“I made a terrible mistake in coming here.”

“What?”

Geralt had never heard Jaskier sound so utterly defeated. Usually the student was bright and bubbly, congenial to a fault even when he made mistakes or answered incorrectly during class discussions. The charming brunette seemed to pull bucket after bucket from a nearly endless well of positivity; until now, apparently. 

As he sat beside Geralt on the worn wooden bench, wearing the tight pink leotard and little wrist cuffs, practically glowing in the yellow-tinged lamplight, he seemed too ethereal to be real. Even as he shivered and sniffled, Jaskier looked too gorgeous to be human. Seeing him in such a distressed state was a little unnerving, like bumping into an old teacher outside of school or accidentally seeing your neighbors kissing through a window. It felt wrong. 

“I followed the love of my life to this stupid fucking university and now he’s going to marry some fancy, well-bred blonde woman like his parents wanted and I’m going to flunk out of these classes with nothing to show for my time here and my parents are going to-”

“Hey,” Geralt interrupted, taking one hand from his pocket to place on Jaskier’s trembling knee. “It’s going to be okay. Breathe, Jaskier.”

“Right. Breathing. Yeah.”

“Are you… okay?” 

Jaskier looked at him again and Geralt flinched away from the obvious hurt in his watery blue eyes. Of course he’s not okay, he’s sobbing alone on a cold bench in the middle of Halloween night. 

“Jaskier, I’m sorry. I’m not good with words but- Wait... are you saying you came to school because of a man?” 

“Y-Yeah. You could put it that way, I guess.”

Geralt yanked his hand away from the younger man’s knee and scooted backwards, away from the man he’d just been admiring. “Oh my god, that has to be the absolute stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You came all the way to Oxenfurt University’s prestigious and award-winning Law School to hunt down a husband?!”

Jaskier looks taken aback. Startled and bewildered and sad, like a much smaller child rather than an adult man with a degree and a half. “Are you mad at me!?”

“A little bit, yeah,” Geralt laughed humorlessly. He shook his head, swiping one hand over his face on his way to tuck in a stray strand of white hair. “I worked two jobs to get myself through college. I was doing full-time classes and pulling sixty hour weeks at the bar and the grocery store; I don’t think I’ve had a full night’s sleep since I graduated high school. I certainly don’t know the meaning of the word vacation anymore... and you came here to follow some- some guy that you liked?”

“We’d been together for three years before he suddenly dropped me to pursue a degree in fucking bitter looking women, to be completely fair. And I managed to get a good enough LSAT score to qualify for admittance, so it’s not like I’m totally incompetent.”

“No,” Geralt nodded, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I guess that’s true.”

“No guessing involved,” Jaskier spat, tired and angry and flustered. “It is the truth, plain and simple. I deserve to be here and I will be successful.”

“Hmm.” 

“Well why are you here, then, Mr. Grouchy T.A.?”

“I grew up in foster care and let me tell you, from experience, that the system is shit. If I had been forced to remain a foster child for any longer than I was, I probably would have become a match-happy little delinquent like my youngest brother, Lambert. Luckily my third foster parent, Vesemir, adopted me legally and made me his son. He already had one adopted son, my older brother, Eskel, and after me there was Lambert.”

Jaskier took a moment to contemplate Geralt’s story, pulling the sweatshirt closer around his shoulders and burrowing down into the neckline in a way that sent butterflies swirling through Geralt’s stomach rather unexpectedly. Then the younger man smiled at him, pearly teeth glinting in the light of the streetlamp. “That’s… that’s a little sad and a little sweet. It makes sense.”

“What makes sense?”

“The sadness and the sweetness,” Jaskier repeated, grinning a little more shyly than before. Geralt wasn’t sure, since it was so dark and he was so skeptical, but it almost looked like Jaskier was blushing. “Like you. Sweet, kind, caring, but a little melancholy. Anyway, I should be getting back to my dorm. I need to study.”

“I want my sweatshirt back,” Geralt said, standing and offering Jaskier a hand up. He wobbled to his feet, still wearing a pair of dangerously high black stilettos. Geralt knew this outfit would haunt his dreams for the next few weeks and cursed Hugh Heffner’s lingering spirit. 

“If you’re lucky,” Jaskier replied, and click-click-clicked his way into the darkness. 

Geralt honestly wasn’t sure he’d mind if Jaskier decided to keep it… maybe someday he’d wear it to class. And didn’t the thought of that send something odd and new and terrifying swirling in Geralt’s gut.

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“Where are we going, exactly?” Geralt asked, eyeing the giddy brunette before him. Jaskier batted his long eyelashes at the grumpy T.A. and gave his sweetest pout.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Hmm,” Geralt’s eyes narrowed. “Yes.”

“Well then don’t stop now!” 

The excitable young law student laced his fingers with Geralt’s and pulled him through the large glass doors and into the mall. When at last his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the shopping center he asked: “What is this place?”

Jaskier grinned, taking a deep, dramatic breath. “A department store.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and took his own deep breath, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “What is that smell?”

“Love,” Jaskier replied.

“What!?”

“Love,” the student repeated, pointing at a sign with his free hand. It was large and pink and read LOVE, BY CHANEL in black block-letters. “There’s Love in the air.”

“Terrible joke, really,” Geralt teased. “But really, Jaskier, why are we here? You have plenty of clothes for court; I know because I’ve been in your closet and seen them firsthand.”

“We’re not here for me,” Jaskier elbowed his mentor and study partner gently in the side. Their hands were still interlaced in a way that made Geralt’s heart thunder dangerously against his ribs; love really was in the air, it seemed. Jaskier continued breezily, unaware of the older man’s roiling internal conflict. “I’m taking you shopping so that you have the proper outfit to wear when accepting Stregobor’s partnership offer.”

They had reached the men’s business section and the brunette released Geralt’s hand in order to dig through the racks of clothing. He was elbow deep in Calvin Klein and Kenneth Cole, hunting for jackets in Geralt’s size. “Jaskier, I can’t afford this kind of-”

“Hush,” Jaskier replied, waving his hand dismissively in his direction, letting it go limp at the wrist. “It’s a gift. No! Not a gift, a repayment.”

“I didn’t give you anything…” 

Jaskier looked up from the selection of suits he’d been inspecting and shot Geralt a dangerous glare. “You most certainly did give me something, Geralt Roger Eric du-Haute Bellegarde! You looked past my bubbliness and my pink blazer and my previous degree and treated me like a person. You supported me and encouraged me without asking for anything in return so this is what I’m giving you.”

Geralt took a step towards him and sneezed. “What is that smell?”

An attendant appeared as if from thin air, a little glass bottle clutched in her hand. “It’s Subtext, by Calvin Klein!”

“It’s not really my thing,” Geralt frowned, closing the distance between himeslf and Jaskier as he made his apologies, “But thank you, regardless.”

“Let me know if you gentlemen need anything!”

Geralt stepped close enough to feel the heat of Jaskier’s body, still not brave enough to initiate touch. “Thank you.”

“It’s not a problem,” Jaskier grinned again. 

Geralt considered the feelings that were stirring in his heart, driving through his veins, branching out through his mind so that all he could focus on was Jaskier... 

It might be a problem, he thought, allowing himself to enjoy the moment. But it can be dealt with another time. 

[positivityjediprince]

Get to Know Me - A Tag Game

rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don't reblog!

Favourite colour:

I'm a big yellow fan! I'm such a dork I love buttercups and suflowers and daisies and sunshine. I'm sorry, I know that's kinda cringe but yellow is just so :D you know?

Currently reading:

So much fanfic lmao....

But non-fanfic wise I'm on and off reading this book called "Even More Opera Annecdotes" which I live for, it's all like snippets of opera world drama and moments - like Janet Baker sassing Pavarotti. It makes me so happy because even the great professionals are dumb nerds!

Last song:

Apparently Dolly Parton "Why'd you come in here looking like that."

But I'm my dream I was singing/there was playing "He is an English Man" from Gilbert and Sullivan HMS Pinafore.

Last Movie:

Man I had to think hard about this one... Genuinely I think it was this terrible animated film called "The Seventh Dwarf" ...I put it on to traumatise my house mates cause it looked awful ..and it was.

Last Serise:

Last watched its Louis Theroux Forbidden America.

Last finished it's Supernatural Academy (which I do sort of recommend even tho it's stupid it's quite charming - with great rep - and I greatly enjoyed it! The soundscaping is wack af tho cause covid lol)

Sweet, spicy or savoury:

It's gotta be sweet! Especially baked goods! Give me Krapfen and brioche all day everyday!

Coffee or tea:

TEA BABY! Like not to be a stereotype but tea is life, though it has to be non-cafinated versions/herbal because my heart doesn't take caffeine well.

Three ships:

DinLuke is of course my number one and light of my life!!!

Then it's for sure Geraskier! Who I also adore with all my heart.

And third hmm it's probably quite tied it's probably between James Bond/Q (00Q) and Catadora! (embarrassingly my first thought was me and my bf ew what a sap I am)

First ever ship:

This is going to make sense to none of you but Yoyo/Crocky from this Austrian TV show called 'Simsala Grimm' - when I was small I thought they were like married I'm ngl. They're the chaotic bubbly feral himbo and sensible awkward nerdy one (who is very Done TM with the other person's shenanigans) couple - I think that was fundamental to my concept of relationships.

Currently working on:

I'm working on the last two chapter of Heaven knows I've needed someone like you for so long and a REALLY DUMB one shot - both DinLuke ofc!

And also my ever growing drabble drafts!

Favourite piece of clothing:

Probably the show hoodie from the last opera I did at university - it was the first time I got a real lead (and it was a big role) and people believed in me and I realised that I am worth something and that I can become an opera singer - which is big because if been working my butt off to recover my singing from the damage done by my ED. So yeah that means a lot to me even if I don't wear it that much.

Comfort food:

SOUP AND OR GOULASH with sexy Austrian bread.

Favourite time of the year:

Ooooooo summer but the bit of summer where it's the evening and it's still warm and you're outside with your pack and the sun is setting but you know you'll still be out here for a while being silly and having deep convos.

Fave fanfic:

Now THIS is a hard one! I'm gonna cheat a bit cause there's three from different fandoms that spring to mind.

I'm gonna say DinLuke "oh the things we left behind" because it is beyond beautiful and id say it is my number one overall.

Also close is Saoghal Tinn (00Q) which grasped me and never let me go - even if you don't know/ship them I'd recommend it if you like well written and tense zombie apocalypse stuff with gays.

And one I keep going back to for serotonin is Animal Instinct (Geraskier) I adore soft feral Geralt and when he's sad Jaskier won't eat the rats he brought him lives rent free in my head.

Thank you to @thewriterowl and @feralsunspotandtincan for tagging me you cuties!!!

And here we have the tagging dilemma of the DinLuke dorks to double tag or not to double tag!

@veradragonjedi (double tagged bestie I'm sorry!) @mandobogwitch @mando-punk @kriffinjoy @mysticmjolnir ofc no pressure guys!! ❤️❤️

[restmyheadatnightcontent]

36. Letting them lay across your lap to read for Geraskier please? 🥺👉👈

(from @dani-dandelino)

thank you so much for the prompt!!

this ran away from me a bit but is just complete and utter fluff. hope you enjoy! 💛

36. Letting them lay across your lap to read

“I just don’t understand. You’ve been alive for so long, surely you already know everything there is to know about monsters!”

“I’m not actually that old, you know. For a Witcher I’m still quite young.”

“Yes, well your hair begs to differ dear,” Jaskier says, pulling yet another strand into the elaborate braid that he has been weaving whilst Geralt continues to read his bestiary. He’s not sure what the braid will look like given that Geralt has been lying with his head in the bards lap, but he enjoys the feeling of it and he will almost certainly take it out before they make their way back into town. For now though, he will let the other man do whatever he wants.

They are camped down by the river, the winter chill having passed, leaving spring blossoming in its wake. They had awoken this morning to bright sunshine and warmth, and decided to have a day relaxing by the river. Roach was sniffing her way through the flowers, eating anything that took her fancy, Jaskier was reclined against the tree with Geralt resting against him, an empty bottle of wine and the remains of the picnic sitting next to them.

It had been a different winter than the ones before, mainly because they had spent it in Oxenfurt rather than Kaer Morhen. They had planned to make their way up to the keep as they had done the many years before, but a tricky contract had delayed them and by the time they were ready to move on, he knew the pass would have been impossible to climb. They took shelter in Oxenfurt until they had figured out a plan, Yennefer had sent word from where she was wintering with Ciri, offering them to come and spend it with them or to portal them up to the keep, but Geralt had seen the longing in Jaskiers eyes as wandered around the city. It had been such a long time since he had spent any real time there, Geralt knew, trading in his usual winters lecturing for a few mere weeks in the summer close to the music competition. He could tell that Jaskier had missed his friends and his work here, so he wrote to Yennefer telling them they planned to stay here instead, and another to Vesemir so they knew not to worry. He can still rememeber the way Jaskiers eyes lit up when he told him.

So where his winter was usually spent fixing walls and training, this year he had spent the days sitting in on lectures, wandering around the city, and evenings at academic events, in the inn with Jaskier and his friends, or tucked away in bed in Jaskiers lodgings. It hadn’t taken long for him to relax, and had revelled in the luxury of going to bed every night with a full belly on a soft mattress.

And he had gotten to see Jaskier in his element.

He was familiar with the Jaskier of the Path, and the Jaskier of court, but there was something different about the Jaskier of Oxenfurt. Here he seemed to come alive, and Geralt couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty for keeping him away for so long. It felt special to see the place where he had truly become Jaskier, welcoming Geralt into yet another part of his life. He was scared at first, that perhaps for all his talk Jaskier may be ashamed of him, or that his friends may not want to associate with a Witcher. But on their first night Jaskier had pulled him into the inn by the hand, and they were met with cheers by his friends and he was even pulled into a tight hug by Essi, who barely managed to get her arms around his shoulders and demanded that he tell her all his best stories.

He will miss them when they return to the Path, but perhaps now Geralt will not grumble quite so much about attending the next music competition.

“Whats going on in there?” Jaskier asks, poking Geralts forehead. “You’ve got your serious face on.”

“Just thinking,” he replies.

Jaskiers finger does not leave his head, moving to stroke along his hairline. He is quiet for a moment, before speaking again.

“I know it wasn’t quite the winter you were expecting, but I hope that you’ve still managed to have a good time.”

Geralt puts his book down and looks up to see the bard biting his lip nervously, a slight frown on his face.

He thinks about the past winter, seeing Jaskier riotously drunk, laughing with his friends on Yule; the light in his eyes and he talks to his students; having Jaskier in his arms as he blinks slowly awake, being able to kiss him each and every morning; being able to walk through the city hand in hand and no one batting an eye; he thinks about the smile that has been painted onto Jaskiers face for the past few weeks and the smile that has been on his own face.

He sits up, turns and pulls Jaskier into a brief kiss.

“It’s been perfect.”

101 ways to say I love you with actions

[aerialflight]

Fic Recs (monster long list for autumn month)

[The Witcher] (my current interest feniwoafpe hELP)

A United Front by didoandis

Ship: Yennefer/Geralt/Jaskier

“The only solution is a united front,” Yennefer says. When this just prompts blank expressions, she sighs. “Honestly, do I have to spell it out? I mean the two of you should get married.”

Geralt stares at her. Jaskier’s mouth drops open. Tissaia says, thoughtfully, “that could actually work.”

“No it couldn’t!” Jaskier says, loud and shrill.

After Calanthe and Eist are killed, the fate of Cintra hangs in the balance. The only solution is an alliance between two men: the witcher Geralt of Rivia, bound to the princess by the Law of Surprise, and Cirilla’s uncle Julian, better known as Jaskier the bard.

(Love their relationship and how damn HEALTHY it is, seriously. All the characters' characterizations are amazing, especially Jaskier in particular. And Ciri really feels like Calanthe's granddaughter, what a lion of a girl! The premise and how the author explored it was so good and I finished this fic so fast! Seriously, please read!)

Silver and Copper by Heronfem

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier

Geralt is just supposed to pass through the quiet Lettenhove area. He's not anticipating being begged by its people to help save their viscount from a curse that keeps him from daylight. Lord Jaskier, they call him, and he's likely dying.

As Geralt struggles to untangle the ugly web of history that has lead to the increasingly complicated curse, he finds himself spending more and more time with the strange young viscount and wondering just what he might have been before the curse, and who he might be after. But things are not always as they seem, and as the curse tightens its grip on Jaskier, Geralt is forced to face the fear of failing yet another person whose choices were stolen from them.

Or-

Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

(I know this is old but if anyone didn't read this gem? Please PLEASE do. God, this fic hands down became my favorite witcher fic, everything about it is perfect. It made me feel deep disgust and horror yet hope and love for humanity at the same time?? And the ambiance! The setting! This felt like a dark fairy tale and Geralt is the hero trying to save the prince. The author does such a good job sucking me into the mystery and getting invested in all these fleshed out OC characters. Geralt and Jaskier just, hell, they broke and repaired my heart a thousand times over the course of this fic, I love them so much here. Seriously, this is the one witcher fic you've got to read, it's incredible!)

My Witcher Isn’t Working, Can I Get a Refund? by byronicmusings

Ship: Jaskier/Geralt

Jaskier stared in horror at the man before him.

No, not man, because no man would ever do something so horrifying and appalling such as this without so much as a twitch to his face, and even though Jaskier spent most of his time and effort trying to convince this self-deprecating hunk of a witcher that no, he was not a heartless monster and was in fact, still human in many aspects, Jaskier could not bring himself to do it now. Not this time.

Maybe not ever.

~

You know how some game mechanics make sense in games but are absolutely ridiculous in real life?

Crackfic where instead of grand adventures and heroics, Jaskier spends his travels having to deal with Geralt’s absurd behavior - from horrifying eating habits, his ridiculous collection of broken rakes, aggressive herb gathering techniques, to a frankly scary obsession with Gwent, among other things.

(I LAUGHED LIKE A HYENA THE ENTIRE TIME READING THIS OH gOd. I legit collapsed on the floor and pounded my fist as I wheezed with tears in my eyes. It's so fucking funny, I'm half tempted to buy the game just to see if half the shit that happens in this fic actually happens. 😂)

(when you just can't seem) to shake the weight of living by WingedQuill

Ship: Yennefer/Geralt/Jaskier

Geralt's muscles heave backwards, flinging him down against the bed. He tries to struggle upwards but it feels like he’s been buried beneath a mountain. Every inch of him is pressed completely still. His eyes close, and he’s left in the dark with nothing but his racing heart for company. He’s not tired, he’s never been less tired. But the curse wants him to sleep, it seems. It’ll force him to lie here until he does. How much of his life will it start to control, now that he’s declared war against it? Now that he knows it’s lurking in his bones, now that it doesn’t have to be subtle?

He swallows. Takes a long, deep breath, gathering every bit of courage he has to stop himself from slipping back into panic. He still has control over his lungs. He still has that.

For now.

(Or: Witchers don't retire. They stay on the Path until it kills them. They hunt monsters and they want nothing from life. This isn't exactly by choice.)

(I am ADDICTED to this fic. I was genuinely horrified while reading this and I couldn't stop. I HAD to know what happened next. Definitely 100% recommend.)

A Song of Selfish Hearts by gremble

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier

Geralt loses a chunk of his memories, meets an overly-friendly bard, and comes to the obvious conclusion: that somewhere along the way, he apparently lost his godsdamned mind and decided to take a human lover on the Path with him.

(Geralt is trying SO HARD and it's honestly sweet. He's drawing all the wrong conclusions and it's GREAT! XD Meanwhile, Jaskier is mentally screaming in confusion the entire time, I fucking can't, poor bard lol)

A Name to Give you Pause by StarsInMyDamnEyes for brothebro

Jaskier waited for Geralt of to distance himself from the camp well enough, before shuffling off his sitting place atop a rather uncomfortable tree stump, positioning himself so that he was eye-level with the extremely nonplussed horse.

Not, of course, that he wanted to shoo him from his own campsite, but how the hell else would he corner the man's horse?

At Oxenfurt, Jaskier had, much to his vexation, learnt that the word ‘nonplussed’ had two meanings – the first being ‘unsure about what to say, think, or do’, and the second, ‘not bothered, surprised, or impressed by something’. It was almost a contranym, it caused him no end of frustration, and it was the perfect word to use in this scenario, because how the hell was one supposed to get a read on the complex emotional state of a horse?

Nonplussed was right, because Jaskier couldn’t read Roach for shit, so he might as well have covered all his bases, instead.

“So,” he began, and it was a good way to open a dialogue, very solid, “why are you a horse?”

Or: When Jaskier finds Geralt and Roach at Posada, it's less of a first meeting, and more of a reunion.

(The premise is bonkers and I love it. Roach is Jaskier's sister and somehow, it's not just crack, there is a perfectly good (okay, still insane) explanation for all of this. I am utterly charmed and found this fic unexpectedly sweet as well. Give it a go if you're even a little curious on what's going on XD)

ask me tomorrow by Emamel

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier

"Why -" he gestures expansively towards Jaskier, his lute, the forest around them, his swords now strapped to Roach "- are you doing this?"

A bard seeking fortune wouldn't watch Geralt across the fire with eyes half-full of tears that he didn't bother to blink away. An artist looking for a muse wouldn't press close, desperately close, against Geralt's side until he finally gave in and turned his head. A young man after a quick fuck wouldn't grip Geralt to him hard enough to bruise even a witcher.

The way Jaskier looks at Geralt makes him think he should know the answer already, but he doesn't, he doesn't.

"Because I know you," he says at last. "Because I have known you. Because I will know you. Isn't that enough?"

(One day, Geralt will understand that it was the closest thing Jaskier will ever have to a goodbye, and it's enough, it's enough.)

(I cried reading this, this fic broke me. Ask me fucking tomorrow, holy shit. That line. Why?? *sobs*)

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[The Hobbit] (I went on a spree and honestly I'm still obsessed rn)

Once Upon a Contract by I_Got_Lost

Ship: Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins

In the Shire there were two truths. The Tooks were odd and the Baggins were respectable. The Baggins family dealt in contracts and favours, and while the Shire knew that the Tooks were odd, it was the Baggins family that had other blood running through their veins.

Bilbo Baggins did not go running out his door for want of an adventure, he went running out his door because of a terribly worded contract and a laughable quest that somehow held the spark of other.

In this story, it is not the Tooks that held fae blood in their family tree, it is the Baggins, and theirs is so much closer to the surface.

(WORLDBUILDING WORLDBUILDING WORLDBUILDING!!! *screams*)

Oak and Mistletoe by HildyJ

Ship: Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins

After a life dominated by a strange form of sickness, Thorin is sent to the Shire to seek a cure only Bilbo Baggins can offer.

(It's old and I can't freaking believe I never stumbled on this until now. Reread this 3 times by now and I kept searching for fairy tale kind of fics after reading this, as you'll probably see the more you go down this list. Just, please read. It's amazing!)

Falling Leaves by northpeach, wolfsrainrules

Leafs tumble from the tree tops. Some are caught in the wind and brought far off places. Others land upon the earth and become brown and dead. A series of Hobbit oneshots for the ideas that refuse to die. (refer to each chapter for warnings and summaries! All my dwarven words are from the wonderful Dwarrow Scholar, blessings upon him. These ARE Adoptable so long as we are informed and credited of course. WE WANT TO READ THEM)

(I love every single AU in this fic, not a single bad one in this batch!)

Here and Gone Again: the Dwarf-King's Tale by psyche_girl

Ship: Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins

One evening in early summer TA 2941, Thorin Thrain's son, called Oakenshield, was interrupted by thirteen very unexpected Hobbits knocking at his forge door.

(The role reversal I never knew I needed. Poor, poor Thorin X'D)

To Kiss A Stranger: Bella by Bead

Ship: Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins

Ori Rison asks a group of strangers (strangers to each other) to share a first kiss. He asks his distant cousin Thorin Oakenshield into it, egged on by Thorin's nephews. To Thorin's great surprise, he agrees.

Meanwhile, Ori's lighting designer Bofur ropes his friend Bella Baggins into it.

Inspired by "First Kiss," a gorgeous video of twenty strangers kissing, which can be found here.

(This gave me SO MANY FEELINGS. Hot damn! Dicjiwjfie)

A Gift of Daisies by issaro for crystalphobic

Ship: Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins

Every Hobbit was gifted a soulmate, a promise from the Green Lady that they’d never be alone. Sometimes though, the gift is a bit less straightforward than a Hobbit might wish.

(Such an interesting soulmate au! It's the kind of au where it wouldn't compel me as much if it weren't set in this fandom. Beautiful, just beautiful!)

Through Shadow and Flame by Cinderstrato

Ship: Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins

Summoned to Erebor for his particular talents, Bilbo Baggins (formerly of Bag End) simply meant to explore the East, uncover the cause of old King Thráin's peculiar behaviour, and perhaps cast out a troublesome wraith or two.

He certainly didn't intend to kidnap the Crown Prince.

(*clenches fist* Thorin is somehow so innocent here?? Not as world weary. And Bilbo being this wandering free spirit knowledgable about the world is such a concept, I loved this so much! Also, the fic is very fairy tale like too.)

The Antidote by Atisenia for You_Light_The_Sky

Ship: Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins

Bilbo Baggins had lived a comfortable life in the Shire, tending to his garden, minding his own business. And then the Dwarves thought they could come and disturb his life with stories of faraway kingdoms, enchanted kings and magical gardens.

Bilbo was not amused.

A different take on the quest where Erebor never fell, Thorin has been poisoned and the Dwarves are in dire need of a gardener.

(Bilbo the gardener trying to save a Sleeping Beauty Thorin is the epitome of a fairy tale and I still can't believe this exists. It's like the universe plopped this fic on my lap and told me to go for it. I'm in love with this and am counting down the days until this fic updates!! Please join me!)

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[Naruto] (read all or perish there's no inbetween)

a symbol of subjugation by evocates

Ship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito, Senju Touka/Uchiha Hikaku/Uchiha Izuna

“Consider how this looks. The Senju proposes peace at the height of their power. The Uchiha, already losing, don’t have the resources to match the Senju. If the Senju provides us with food and armour, the Uchiha must become subordinate. Is that what you think of as peace, Senju? Over at the Uchiha compound, we call that subjugation by the most powerful.”

“It seems that there is only one possible solution: the Senju must choose a symbol to subjugate itself to the Uchiha to balance out the scales. For that role, I volunteer myself.”

The wise ones know: fires can warm and not burn; and rivers, if given strength and permission, will carve the land.

(Or, the one in which Tobirama becomes Madara’s concubine, and peace is won and held through neither power nor love, but food, water, clothes, and medicine.)

(*deep breath* I can't even begin to explain how fucking phenomenal this fic is. Words can't do this fic justice, it's on a whole new level when it comes to worldbuilding, plot (fuck, the plot), characters (I love them all), politics, the tone, writing, literally everything has been elevated to the highest peak. This fic legitimately reached a conclusion that achieved world peace in the naruto world. No shortcuts, no easy answers, it is as in depth and thoughtful any work of fiction can be. If this was a novel, I would buy this is in a fucking heartbeat, it's that damn good. So for the love of god, read this.)

Strays by Ourliazo

Naruto finds a dog door installed in a quiet, clean apartment, for the village’s stray dogs. The flap is pretty big, and as it turns out, children can also fit inside.

Rookie 9 are best friends long before they're team mates.

(The fluffiest fluff to ever fluff wojfowjf)

Gem of the Eddy by beetlebee

"The fall of Uzushio collapsed our economy, our protections. You might think I'm being rosy, but they really cared about us. And they knew how to party. You know they had a seal that could swap body parts? Wildest night of my life,” the boatman’s eyes go distant for a long moment, “...but you kids are too young to hear about that.

“Anyway,” he continues, “our economy’s been a shambles since; maybe gets going for a year or two before it collapses again. No security of stability, so assholes like Gato think they can waltz in here and take charge. Boy, he'd be singing a different tune if the Uzumaki were still around."

Sakura’s eyes widen a bit at that, and even Sasuke looks up. Naruto opens his mouth to say something, but Kakashi puts a firm hand on his shoulder.

“What an… illuminating piece of history,” says Kakashi, “Thank you for sharing.”

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(Kiri may have won the battle, but not the war. The island of Uzushio might not be as dead as previously believed.

All Kakashi knows now is that he really should have refused that mission to Wave.

An island lives, people change, foxes laugh, and Team Seven goes on a wild journey!)

(*deadly serious* I would die for this fic. It is chaotic to the point of no return and EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE shows up in this fic. It's like watching a row of dominoes topple against each other, creating a chain reaction that has multiple lanes falling all around and making a fucking mess on the floor. And the plot doesn't miss a fucking beat, all of it somehow making sense!! It's glorious. I have never been happier. Please, please read this!!!

Worm Charming by GremlinSR

After Minato's death, Shikaku is thrust into a position he never expected and certainly never wanted. It isn't long before he discovers a wealth of corruption and sabotage that threatens the very foundation of the village he is sworn to protect. Using every ounce of his famous Nara intellect and cunning, Shikaku struggles to outmaneuver hidden enemies in order to keep his village and family safe.

Or: A for want of a nail story in which Nara Shikaku becomes Hokage after Minato’s death and promptly turns everything on its head.

(VOTE FOR NARA SHIKAKU AS HOKAGE! God, I WISH the series went like this. Shikaku is a competent man and I stan him so freaking hard here! Also, I swear there is a perfectly good reason why the title is accurate. Let it entice you into reading this, you won't regret it!)

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[Stranger Things] (smh)

Make my mark in the world - with a bat and a blade by Spicy_Cannoli_AKA_Lia for QueenMissFit

Her height was wrong, she looked younger than he remembered, and her hair was too long, but as he looked at her face he knew she was unmistakably-

‘’Robin’’ he said, not realising he had opened his mouth until the name was already out.

Robin turned her face towards him, a recognition that shouldn’t be there flashing through her blue eyes.

He knew they weren’t supposed to meet yet, but the fact that he found her here, in a place he had never heard of from her, gave him hope, hope that he wasn’t alone. But he had to make sure, so he opened his mouth and in perfect Russian recited-

‘’A trip to China sounds nice”

“if you tread lightly.’’

.

Steve Harrington never understood loneliness until he was stuck five years in the past with nothing but a whole lot of trauma, insomnia, and a stupid fear of flickering lights. But still, alone or not he had the perfect opportunity to change what happened. To make sure none of his shitty kids has to sleep with the lights one because of the monsters they know are real. He could save Barb, he could save Bob, he could save- Billy.

And maybe, just maybe, Steve isn't as alone as he first thought.

(Robin and Steve's friendship is everything and the fact this is such a good time travel fic won me over entirely! Absolutely fantastic!)

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[The Magnus Archives] (a wild tma)

Life Preserver by PitViperOfDoom

Ship: Gerald/Jon

Admittedly, Jon has been known to make impulsive decisions. Taking a part-time job at the campus library on his last year of university. Going in after dark to check on a book. Putting the lighter in his pocket. Asking out the cute goth who, as far as he knows, narrowly avoided a brush with a Leitner.

Gerry told himself it was only going to be one date, just to see what it was like. How was he supposed to know he'd get attached?

(This fic turned me into a Gerald fan and Jon is peak Man In Love With No Plan Help This Disaster. Stellar. 👌)

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[Ted Lasso] (I know, I didn't expect this either yet here we are)(this show stole my heart)

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered by mardia

Ship: Ted Lasso/Trent Crimm (The Independent)

Ted Lasso: Schrodinger's Witch.

Or, the one where AFC Richmond are leading the Premier League table, and Trent Crimm and the rest of the British press are slowly losing their minds as a result.

(TED LASSO IS A WITCH AND NOTHING CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE I AM LOSING MY DAMN MIND sCReaMS)