#Geralt whump

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Geralt is cursed to have his internal monologue visible on his face.

Of course, Jaskier finds him and questions the bag over his head.

*Bag falls off* Geralt: "shIT-" *quickly puts it back on* Jaskier: "What did that say??? 'I love...'?" Geralt: "ROACH. I love ROACH. AND ONLY ROACH. NOBODY ELSE. THERE'S NOBODY I WANNA THROW OVER A TABLE AT AN INN AND FUCK UNTIL HE CRIES. NOBODY I WANNA MARRY IN THE SPRING. NOBODY." Jaskier: "..........Geralt, darling, are you feeling alright?????"

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Aches and Pains Master Post

Headcanon

Bonus Scenes

Part 1

Part 2

[astaldis]

For the Whumptober prompts 9 "Bruises", 10 "Slurred words"/"Passing out from pain", 12 "Underground caverns"

Chapters: 3/?        Words: 1,966 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt of Rivia & The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members, Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Maria Barring | Milva, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Additional Tags: Friendship, The Hansa | Geralt's Company, Protective Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion is Missing Summary: While the Hansa is on their journey searching for the druids of Caed Dhu, Jaskier goes missing. Geralt is worried, very worried. 

[geraskierficrecs]

New Story Alert!

I caved and started a new two-shot story featuring a very feral bard.  Enjoy the whump and angst.

Check out the first chapter here.

Teaser:

Priscilla huffed out an aggrieved sounding sigh that made him smile faintly up at the green leaves above him.  “I still don’t think this was a good idea,” she said, repeating an old argument.  “You’re too exposed out there.  Especially now that–”

The clumsy attempt at cutting herself off before she completed the thought was enough to pique Jaskier’s interest.  “Now that what?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t be coy.”

“You don’t want to know about it,” she said.  “That’s what you asked for.  A disconnect.”

There was only one topic Jaskier had sworn to avoid and the thought of it, of him made the smile drop like a stone from his face.  He closed his eyes and forced his breathing to remain steady, knowing Priscilla was like logging every change in his voice.  “Is he hurt?”

The image of Geralt lying dead and abandoned was the sort of madness that inspired his darkest nightmares.  They were the nightmares that left Jaskier shaking and hollow eyed for days afterward.

“He’s…” she sighed, the sound staticky over the cheap phone speakers.  “We don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?”

The illusion of control was crumbling in his grip like grains of sand.  He lost his battle against the panic threatening to overwhelm him and let it roll over him in waves, searching for the colder emotions lurking beneath the surface.  Anger.  Rage.  Vengeance.

Priscilla’s voice spoke over the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears.  “He went missing two weeks ago.  We haven’t been able to make contact with him.”

“Two weeks?” he repeated.  “Why wasn’t I informed?”

“You’re out,” she said.  “You gave up your chance to be informed.”

[kaciart]

Day 13 It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

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[grymwolfen]

And the fact that he goes to put his lute down gently, then what he's seeing really hits him. The lute just drops from his fingers in his sudden horror/distraction. My heart.

Jaskier seeing Geralt injured.. he started crying and everything 😭

[blooms-in-april]

"Here."

Jaskier looks up from his lute to see Eskel holding the reins of a horse so beautiful it looks like a pearlescent moon.

"She's for you." Eskel says.

Jaskier moves as if in a dream, taking the reins of the albino mare. Eskel continues, the words flowing.

"She was a steal, blemished. Someone cut her deep in the head and sides. But I thought you'd find that romantic, you know. Make a wounded unicorn out of her marks. And you need a horse and you like pretty things. It made sense to me."

The chords of his throat knot, cut short. Jaskier draws his fingers through the white mare's mane, lute callouses catching on hair white as snow. He picks at a stuck burr and his heart clenches with the familiarity of the movement .

"Why couldn't it have been you?" He says.

Eskel stops abruptly. There is something wild and despairing in the bards voice, a reclamation of destiny.

"Why couldn't it have been you I met in Posada all those years ago?" Jaskier says. "Where were you twenty years ago? Where were you ten? Where were you when I was young and green and full of music?Of course I meet you now,"

He laughs, and there is no melody in it.

"Of course I meet you now, when I am full and sick of loving. You would have been- kind, when you finally sent me away. You would have killed it quickly, killed the dream quiet and fast, in my sleep, like a horse with a broken leg too weak to stand."

[hannibard]

Say what you will about the witcher season 2 but all the "Yennefer took Jaskier in the divorce", "Geralt and Yennefer are a divorced couple rasing a kid and dating the same man", "geraskefer love triangle with an oblivious Jaskier in the middle" memes and fics were top tier

[whumpypepsigal]

The Witcher s03e03: “[Your mother] loved you the best she could. To save you, she had to let you go.”—“This can’t have been the only choice.”

[oonoturna]

Another old drawing… in this one, Jaskier… and his White Wolf.

[heytheredeann]

For @vortexoffate

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 60

For completing an especially hard contract, Geralt is given a present from the fae. "Your perfect love", they call it. When Jaskier is shoved toward him, Geralt wishes he could say he was surprised. Geralt quickly gains his shock back, however, when upon his bard speaking, he finds he has been completely drained of his personality. Jaskier speaks as concisely and directly as possible, with no embellishment or flowering of his words - Hell, he doesn't even speak with emotion or tone in his voice. Geralt demands to know what they've done to Jaskier, only for the fae to teleport them out. Geralt goes from mage to mage, sorcerer to sorcerer, healer to healer, priest to priest, hoping desperately that someone, anyone, can revert Jaskier back to himself. Jaskier no longer sings. He barely talks. He doesn't wander off, or dance in place, or reach out to Geralt. His eyes have even dulled in color, now a blank gray, always looking hazy and glossed over. Nobody can heal Jaskier. Or so it seeems! I love happy endings SO two options (or any you come up with but you know what I mean) Option 1: Geralt marches back to the Fae's woods and demands they speak to him, as they've disrespected him by not giving him his prize for completing their contract those months ago. When they bring him in, affronted at the idea of what he is implying, they are shocked when he berates them for at least a full hour over how much he loves the traits his bard once had that they had thought he found annoying. "So you never gave me my perfect love." He finishes. They all converse for a moment, before nodding. "It seems we underestimated you, Witcher. We apologize for the misconception." And thank the gods, Jaskier slumps in place and looks to Geralt with bright blue eyes. "Geralt? Wh- What's going on?" Only to then be kicked out of the fae realm again. Oh well. At least Jaskier was cured. Option 2: TRUE LOVE'S KISS BABBYYYYYYYYYY

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The Witcher Headcanon ( Modern AU) - Aches and Pains: Bonus Scene - Part 1

Geralt knew it was going to be a bad day the moment he'd woken up, his back spasming and knee cramping. He growled quietly to himself as he slowly dragged himself up to sit on the edge of his bed. Maybe the pain would pass as he moved around a little.

Minutes later, the now angry Witcher was reaching for his crutches after almost falling flat on his face when his knee decided to be a little b*tch and give up after only a few steps. He slowly hobbled from his room, hissing in aggravation when Jaskier asked him if he wanted help getting down the stairs.

Jaskier ignored the hiss, knowing it wasn't directed at him, and stepped back when Geralt shook his head no in answer to his question. The stubborn a** was making his way to the kitchen, his face tight with pain, grunting and growling to himself.

Yennefer met him in the doorway with one of her elixirs, and wordlessly held it out to him, glancing pointedly at his arms and the slight tremor running through them. She felt Geralt's irritation swirl up, buzzing in her head like a swarm of very angry bees. A brief mental conversation was held. Geralt grunted and looked away, jaw set stubbornly. More thoughts passed between them, and Geralt glanced at her.

Yennefer lightly shook the elixir at him, smiling encouragingly.

Geralt hesitated. The suggestion was very tempting.

Geralt 'hmm'ed quietly to himself, then drank the elixir. The potions and elixirs never worked very well due to his Witcher metabolism and body chemistry, but it worked well enough, especially when the pain was this severe. The pain dulled to a more tolerable level, and Geralt nodded at Yennefer before heading for the front door.

"Go with him," was all Yennefer said to Jaskier before she took her cup of tea and f**ked off to read on the back porch.

Geralt's forearm crutches clicked on the concrete sidewalk as he worked his way through the crowd. He growled to himself from the depths of his worn hoodie. Everyone and their f***ing grandmother was out today. And it felt like they were all staring at him!

Being stared at was nothing new. Most people stared at Witchers. They were easy to spot and stood out from regular humans. The stares were no longer fearful, mostly just quick glances that were curious or admiring thanks to Jaskier and his songs. Some of the looks were even down-right 'thirsty'.

Geralt might have found this amusing, but not today. He adjusted his hood, pulling it down to hide from all the eyes that he felt like were on him. His head was telling him that the people were staring at him because he was drawing extra attention to himself because Witchers weren't supposed to struggle along on crutches! Who ever heard of a Witcher needing crutches?!

He was also frustrated with the crowd's lack of awareness. People could clearly see him, judging from the way they were gawking, yet they made no effort to give him a little extra room to move. Melitele forbid they be f***ing decent human beings and move the h*ll out of the way!

Luckily his Emotional Support Bard was there to pull him out of his spiraling thoughts. Jaskier could always tell when Geralt needed to be distracted. He did this by being Geralt's intrusive thoughts.

Jaskier's comments were usually right on the mark as to what Geralt was thinking, and were enough to put his focus on Jaskier rather than the eyes he thought were on him.

"Just start swinging one of your crutches at shin height"

"Give that lady a tap on the back of the knee"

"Trip that guy talking towards us!"

Geralt: Hm! (disapproving)

Jaskier: Oh, come on, you know you want to!

Geralt's crutch moved a few inches to the side and...

Jaskier: Ow, my f***ing toe!

Getalt 'hmm'ed at Jaskier's scowl, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

Jaskier: A**hat!

When they reached the bookstore, Jaskier stood back and let Geralt open the door on his own.

Geralt appreciated that Jaskier let him handle himself and didn't immediately jump in to assist like he was incapable of managing his own needs.

Jaskier let Geralt look for his magazine, perusing the assorted stationery items (particularly the journals and notebooks), staying close by in case he needed him. Geralt found his horse magazine and let Jaskier take it up to the register. The pain was flaring up again, and his whole d*mn leg was feeling really weak.

The walk back to the van was f***ing torture. Pain lanced through Geralt's knee with each step, and his back was spasming randomly at the worst times. Thankfully, the crowds had thinned out, because Geralt probably would have started f***ing throwing haymakers with his crutches to clear a path. Jaskier helped Geralt into Van Roach and drove them home, calling Yennefer on the way so she could get a potion ready.

Geralt lay on the bed in the back of the vintage van, gritting his teeth against the pain. Now he was twice as p*ssed because 1) the pain was getting worse, and 2) Yennefer had been right: He should have stayed home.

Jaskier helped Geralt into the house, where Yennefer was waiting with a potion and some heat packs for his back.

Geralt was in A Mood, though. He was frustrated, hurting, and he had the very strong urge to bite someone. Jaskier had tried coaxing him into his recliner to read his new magazine, but he'd been rebuffed. Yennefer had tried giving him a potion.

"Please, Geralt, take the potion,"

Geralt ugly yowled and swatted it away. "Hey!" Jaskier squawked, indignantly, starting towards Geralt. He didn't get very far because Geralt was itching for a fight and he swung a crutch up, nailing Jaskier in the fork.

"mY liggiEEEs!"

"You mardy a**hole!" Yennefer growled, glaring at Geralt as she ran to Jaskier.

"My poor songbird! Are you alright?"

"I'm FinE-! *clears throat* I'm fine, Yen."

"That was uncalled for, Geralt!" Yennefer said, all righteous fury, "You apologize, right now!"

"Don't you hiss at me!"

"And don't 'hm' at me in that tone of voice either! You could have ended his whole singing career!"

Geralt was unmoved, and merely hissed in reply before slowly making his unsteady way to the stairs.

"Oh, yes," Yennefer said sarcastically, "try to walk your broken a** upstairs so you can fall and break something else! Melitele forbid you be sensible a sit the h*ll down!"

"No, you aren't going to throw your crutch at me!"

"You didn't say it, but I heard you think it!"

"You take that back you potoo-looking motherf**ker!"

"Alright, that was just rude, Geralt!" Jaskier snapped, Northern accent coming out, "That's it, you want tae be a b**tart aboot it, Am calling my Grannie!"

Geralt scoffed. Really, Jaskier was threatening him with his Grannie? Ha! What could one little old lady do? He was a Witcher, and she was just a human...

[astaldis]

@whumpril​

Chapters: 2/3    Words: 3,256 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt of Rivia, Angoulême   Additional Tags: whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2024, chaos-company's Angstpril 2024, Head Injury, Blood and Injury, Spoilers for The Tower of the Swallow, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, swaying, Cry for help, Geralt's knee injury, Limping, Dizziness, Trust Issues, drained, panicked, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Whump

Summary: The fighting in Belhaven does not go well for Geralt and his companions. Cahir is injured and they have to flee. (The scene from The Tower of the Swallows chapter 6 told mostly from Cahir's POV, but also some Geralt POV.)

Inspired by Angstpril and Whumpril prompts.

[geraskierficrecs]

Completed Fic!

Check out the final part of the feral Jaskier story, Searching in the Shadows here.

Teaser:

“Geralt.”  The word was half horror, half hope.

As soon as he reached the final cell on the hallway, he knew this must be where Rience had kept Geralt.  There were several additional locks added to the outside of the door and the viewing window was locked so no one could open it.  Jaskier pulled the gun from his waistband and checked that the safety was off before slowly tapping the door pad.  There was a cheerful beep before it opened with a soft creak.

The inside of the cell was better lit than the others and hummed faintly from the halogen lighting.  It made it easy to make out the various pieces of medical equipment along the walls and the tray of abandoned surgical tools.  Several vials of blood were neatly labeled and placed inside of a small refrigerator on the counter, indicating what Rience must have been using Geralt for.

At the center of it all was a stainless steel operating table where an unmoving Witcher lay chained into place.  They’d removed most of his clothing and Jaskier could see the way he was shivering faintly in the damp chill.  It allowed Jaskier to make out the various stitched up cuts and abrasions left behind by Rience’s people even with the help of a Witcher’s healing abilities.  His eyes fluttered beneath closed lids as his chest rose and fell in an unsteady, erratic tempo.  

[tielmamon]

That half second of jaskier with eyeliner in the trailer changed me as a person.