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ao3-diablofic · 6 months ago

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by GAGGINGVIEGINA

A story of a young man secluded from society and trying to make ends meet… that is until he meets someone that would change his life forever. English is not my first language

Words: 136, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Other

Characters: Craig Tucker's Parents

Relationships: Joe Biden/Donald Trump

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Class 1-B Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Earth C (Homestuck), Jeanne d'Arc | Joan of Arc References, E-mail, Threesome - F/M/M, Ratings: G, Inspired by H. P. Lovecraft, Quote: I've got red in my ledger; I'd like to wipe it out. (Marvel), Space Dad Hank Henshaw | J'onn J'onzz, Episode: s03e06 K.I.T.T. vs. K.A.R.R. (Knight Rider 1982), Les Amis de l'ABC - Freeform, Minor Kon-El | Conner Kent/M'gann M'orzz, N Things, Jack-o'-lanterns, Q (James Bond) is a Holmes, Minor P.I.X.A.L./Zane (Ninjago), Ratings: R, Original Character(s), Protective T'Challa (Marvel), Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Kim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin are Best Friends, Good W. D. Gaster, Nen (Hunter X Hunter), Pocket Monsters: XY | Pokemon the Series: X & Y, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

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retvenkos · 4 years ago

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“shall i capture your heart with a song?”

A/N: lol, i only know the witcher on netflix, and what i have found out about jaskier via tumblr osmosis, so how accurate is this? i guess we’ll have to see, lol.

requested HERE WE ARE, IMAGINING WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO BE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS TO EVENTUAL MARRIAGE WITH THE ONLY AND ONLY JASKIER....

well, seeing as jaskier is of noble birth, i’m going to say that you are, too.

your families are old friends, so when you guys first meet, (i want to say you’re like 8 or 9) it’s at some celebration or another and at first you’re a little unsure if you should talk to each other or just,,,, stand there.

one of your parents absent mindedly tells you to talk to the boy, and so you have to do the awkward introductions.

“i’m (y/n) (l/n)”

“i’m julian alfred pankratz.”

“that’s unfortunate.”

“hey!”

“don’t worry. i’ll find something better to call you.”

“yeah, well... i’ll find something better to call you.”

(sorry, guys,,,,, i still can’t get over jaskier’s real name)

the two of you decide to sneak away from your parents to get some food or something, and then you eventually decide to sneak away from the party entirely

it was jaskier’s idea, really. he was trying to avoid some family or something - the family that thinks they are oh so better than you and compare achievements and what not...

the two of you are just wandering (jaskier’s sense of direction is horrible so it’s really up to you to keep everything straight) and you end up in some field or another, talking about whatever comes to mind. jaskier is telling you stories and you scoff.

“you’re like a weed, julian alfred pankratz. like a.... dandelion.”

“i am not!”

“what flower would you want to be, then?”

“something better than a dandelion!”

“like what, a buttercup?”

“yOU are.... are like....”

“like what?”

“...aconite! that’s a poison.”

“aconites are related to buttercups, dandelion. you can’t get rid of me.”

and jaskier thinks it’s wildly funny that you know horticulture, of all things. he finds it so funny, in fact, he fails to miss that you’ve coined a new nickname for him.

it seems that all the time, afterward, you run into jaskier and his family. by virtue of constantly seeing each other, the two of you end up being really good friends.

it’s a running gag that you love horticulture, and since the illustrious julian alfred pankratz uses it against you at every turn, you fluctuate between calling him “jaskier” and “dandelion”. he eventually gets used to it, but he hates it when others start to catch on.

he also comes up with ridiculous nicknames for you, but none of them quite seem to stick. he’s constantly cycling through through new ones, hoping to find the right one.

the two of you hang out a lot, but since you do a lot of reading or gardening and need jaskier to stop chatting with you for five minutes he picks up the lute and learns to play it really well.

you’re the first one who tells him his singing voice is quite beautiful.

“i’m sorry, did you just say my singing voice is ‘quite beautiful’?”

“it’s nice, okay?”

“nice?”

“if you keep this up, i’ll just have to insult you.”

“you’d never.”

“do you not remember the first time we met?”

“like it was yesterday.”

“i laid down some pretty decent insults, if i remember right.”

“i called you poison.”

“yeah, but aconites are pretty. unlike dandelions.”

and jaskier scoffs. “and buttercups?”

“they’re not bad looking.”

so we all know that jaskier supposedly gets into poetry when he’s 19 because he’s inspired by his love for the countess de stael,,, bUT,,,, consider this instead:

he actually gets into poetry for you.

jaskier has had a few loves at this point, and with each one, he’s a nervous wreck. you always help him by curating the most beautiful bouquets (all of which come from your amazing, thriving garden) and you are always there to help him with his flirting (which needs serious help,,,, i’m not even sure you’re cut out for the job)

you guys have probably even kissed before - both of you were regrettably drunk (don’t tell your parents) and jaskier said he desperately needed ‘the practice’. plus, he wanted to know!!!! was he a good kisser or not? no one else would rate him on a scale from 1-10 with brutal but accurate honesty! neither of you fully remember what exactly happened, come morning, but you remember the lead up to the moment and jaskier remembers the thoughts running through his head afterward... both of you agree not to speak of it.

anyway, when jaskier starts to realize that he has these awkward feelings that seem suspiciously illicit, he knows he has to get them out, somehow, but you are the only one who would listen to his complaints, and he very well can’t tell you.

so he decides he has to write them down.

but clearly they can’t be literal, lest someone stumble upon them,,,,, so he has to learn the secret art of poetry.

you, of course, notice how oddly quiet hanging out with jaskier has become, and his odd questions on flower symbolism, and it doesn’t take you long until you realize that, of all things, jaskier has turned to poetry.

“you can’t make fun of me for liking horticulture, anymore, dandelion. you’re a p o e t .”

“at least i’m a good one.”

and you flick his forehead

“what will your stage name be? surely julian alfred pankratz won’t work.”

“which one should it be? jaskier or dandelion?”

and you laugh, the sound like a summer breeze.

“i knew you’d come to appreciate my nicknames, eventually.”

jaskier frequently “serenades” you, under the guise that he’s practicing, of course, but it’s also his not so subtle way of seeing if you like his poetry and his songs - they are for you, after all.

“you’ll certainly capture hearts with that one.”

“did i capture yours?”

and you, feeling very flustered, especially seeing as you’ve had feelings for jaskier for a while now, can only let out a guttural sort of scoff.

“of course,” and you try to say it over the top and jokingly, but you can feel your face heating up.

and jaskier winks. you huff and turn back to your books.

oh, yikes, i didn’t realize this was getting a little long,,,, let’s speed things up.

everyone knows that you and jaskier are end game. your families think it’s vvv sweet, and everyone that either you or jaskier attempt to woo know it’s only going to be a passing fancy because,,,, have you seen the way you look at each other? like you hang the moon and the stars?

but of course, both of you are dramatic as hell, so you frequently have conversations like:

“we’re piss poor in love, aren’t we?”

“i guess the world just doesn’t understand our genius.”

“terrible that i have to share this lonely cleverness with the likes of you.”

“absolutely devastating.”

and you just sit there for a while, staring at the ceiling.

maybe you guys do some traveling together for a while, but you eventually find a place to put down roots (lol, horticulture jokes). maybe you run an apothecary! that would be precious.

either way, jaskier is a bard so when he isn’t traveling around, he’s staying with you.

a frequent request of yours goes something like this:

“dandelion, play me a song.”

“what kind?”

“a love song.”

and he does, and afterward, he sits down across from you and winks.

“did i capture your heart with that one?”

and some nights you’re a little too tired to make a show of it and some of that blissful candor slips out and slaps jaskier across the face when you smile and say, “yes.”

if you haven’t noticed, the two of you hella dance around your feelings. it’s insane, because catchphrase is: “anything for you” meanwhile you are the most soft™ for him and yet you don’t seem to clue in.

100%, you are going to have to be the one that expresses your love first, because jaskier is the definition of suffering in silence

but what’s also really funny is you both probably try to keep it hidden just how long you have loved each other for, and yet you are both nosy as hell and want to know how long this has been going on, so it leads to really funny conversations where you are both trying to dodge giving a proper timeline, but are drying to coax one out of the other.

ohmygod, i forgot to do marriage headcanons

alright, lightning round: firstly, i don’t think it takes you guys long to get married - you have known each other for so long, and you already act like a married couple, might as well make it official

jaskier refuses to let anyone else sing at his wedding, but you eventually coax him into it because how else are you going to dance with him?

let jaskier invite all of his witcher friends. the divide between your wealthy families and the witchers would be funny as hell. like inlaws that don’t get along but wORSE.

some quick marriage thoughts:

jaskier has definitely learned the art of flowers, thanks to you, so (1) he leaves you flowers everywhere, and (2) both of you get to garden with each other all the time.

sleep and jaskier don’t mix - no matter what time of the night, you can wake up and he’s up and about, doing something or another. maybe he’s writing a song, maybe he’s eating, maybe he’s arguing with yennefer (she often visits, just to antagonize jaskier. you guys are great friends) in the livingroom and trying to keep his voice down

similar with nicknames, jaskier is constantly using pet names, trying to decide on which one is best. it doesn’t really work out, but maybe the most common one is he’ll call you his muse.

and it only sounds cheesy 20% of the time

you guys get to go to parties together! that’s fun - you like dressing up and sneaking away half way through because you’re bored. you guys steal food and hide out until they realize the bard is missing and drag him back.

so we all know jaskier is big on compliments, and it only gets worse when the two of you are together. it’s like,,,, yes. now i can shower you with love and affection at all hours of the day, and it’s okay! he still does his poorly timed winks but he insists they’re charming!

you begrudgingly agree

consider for a moment: going to get breakfast with this man. first of all, breakfast is probably his favorite meal, and he’s always adamant you get a good one (since being with geralt means no breakfast at all). jaskier talks like you haven’t seen him in years, despite living together, and he’s very big on holding your hand or bopping you on the nose. plus, he smiles.

oh! and his singing is 100% contagious, so it doesn’t take long before you are singing around the house, and jaskier is just stunned at you,,,, you find him staring and roll your eyes at his ridiculousness, but this man is in love!!!! let him be in love!!!!

and you also talk to your plants, so you know jaskier picks that up, to. you’re a very vocal couple, lol.

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 4 years ago

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The deepest soul

A Geralt of Rivia X Reader for the dearest @redrosewritingsstuff

Hope you’ll love the story.

In a empty road, two men were horse-riding to a small town.

The strongest one was known as Geralt de Riv, the notorious Witcher, while his companion was the famous bard Jaskier Dandelion, whose spellbinding voice enchanted many royal courts.

"So, if my memory serves me well, we're heading to the port town of Socalyn, because they need your services?" asked Jaskier.

"Right" answered Geralt.

"But do you know specifically why they need you?"

"No, but as long as I'm paid, I don't care."

"All right, but imagine they weren't paying you. What would you do?"

"I'll deal with it."

The bard let out a long sigh.

"Knowing yourself, you are probably going to do a massacre ... But hey, why think the worst? In the meantime, I would like to know why we asked for your services."

"Without a doubt, the problem is huge!"

"I hope we don't run into a dragon or whatever other jinns that's going to get us into trouble!"

Geralt smirked.

"I thought you had an adventurous spirit!"

"Adventurer, sure, but not crazy!" Dandelion replied, annoyed.

After an hour's drive, they arrived at the gates of the city.

The Witcher felt the people's gaze on him as if he was one of the monsters he fought every day. Even if he grew used to this situation, he still hated it.

Dandelion felt his comrade's nervousness rise and gently patted him on the shoulder:

"Everything is fine, don't worry."

"Hope you're right. Now let's try to find a place to sleep."

"Say no more, and hold my beer," answered Dandelion, dismounting from his horse and starting to play his lute.

"I warn you, Jaskier Dandelion, if you dare to sing this ridiculous song ..." growled Geralt.

But the bard, pretending to hear nothing, started to sing his famous ballad, Toss A Coin To Your Witcher.

And as if by magic, the talent of the bard made its effect on the crowd who applauded him wildly and offered him several silver coins.

After thanking his generous audience, Dandelion turned to the witcher, with a broad smile:

"See, Geralt, we won't have to worry about finding us a room for tonight."

"If you say so ..." the latter muttered, rolling his eyes.

However, while he would never admit it out loud, he had to recognize that without Dandelion's help, things would be more complicated.

Suddenly, a richly dressed man came to meet them, escorted by several armed men.

"Oh, we have company." the bard panicked.

"I see this ... Stay behind me." scolded the warrior who brandished his sword as Dandelion rushed to hide behind the witcher's towering mass.

The man approached them and said:

"I am Arkon Gerenyon, Lord Mayor of this city. You must be the famous witcher Geralt of Rivia, and his companion, the illustrious bard Jaskier Dandelion."

"Mmmh ... yes?" the bard replied, worried.

"What do you want ?" Geralt asked aggressively.

The Lord answered them with a broad smile:

"In that case, gentlemen, I welcome you to my humble city. I didn't think you would arrive so soon, but the main thing is that you are there."

"I take it you were the one who wanted my services?" the witcher asked, intrigued.

"Exactly, Sir de Riv. But we'll talk about this in due course. Follow me, please."

The two men looked at each other curiously: what did all this mean?

Curious to know the reason for their coming, they followed Sir Gerenyon to his home ...

Once they arrived at Gerenyon's mansion, they were received with great honor and were entitled to their room. And as the Lord of Socalyn did not do things by halves, he invited them to his table, to the delight of Dandelion, who was very hungry.

During the meal, Gerenyon explained to Geralt the reason for his coming:

"Witcher, if I brought you and your traveling companion over, it's because I thought you could help us."

"In what ?" Dandelion asked, devouring a chicken thigh.

"Well, for some time now, we have been sorely lacking in fish. However, for a port city like ours, no longer having fish in the nets of our fishermen is causing us several problems. Moreover, some of our ships sank without any explanation."

"And what am I doing in this story?"

"I'm coming here. After an investigation by my advisor, we discovered that a mermaid had taken up residence near our shores. We are sure that this creature is responsible for our problems."

"A MERMAID? Incredible!" yelped the bard.

"And... you expect me to get rid of her?" inquired Geralt.

"Absolutely. You'll be generously rewarded if you kill this evil being. You had my word!"

Geralt and Jaskier looked at each other, puzzled: neither of them expected to cross paths with one of the most fascinating yet deadly creatures which ever existed.

But the challenge was exciting, so they accepted it.

A few days later.

Night fells on the town of Socalyn, and all its inhabitants were sleeping. Everyone but Geralt and Dandelion, who were sitting on the seabank while they waited for the mermaid to show up.

For three days, they had set traps to try to capture the creature, but the latter had outsmarted them all.

They realized that they had no choice and that they were going to have to catch it on their own. The bard and the witcher waited for a sign of her presence for three hours, in the dark and the cold, as Dandelion's chattering teeth prove.

"B-but how do you t-to endure such a blizzard?"

"The habit."

"Thank you, I noticed that."

"You should have taken a thicker coat."

The bard didn't answer but admitted that the witcher was right. Trying to distract himself, he took out his lute and began to play a tune.

"Put this away immediately!" growled Geralt.

"But why ?"

"Don't be kidding! If we want to get our hands on this mermaid, we have to be discreet!"

"But I'm bored!"

"Do as I say!"

Letting out a long sigh, Dandelion put down his lute and began to grumble:

"How do you want me to forget I'm cold if you keep me from expressing my creativity?"

"Don't express anything and just focus!"

"Old grumpy indestructible!" hissed the bard, who crossed his arms and waited for more.

The two men were silent for a long time until they heard a whisper in the night.

"What was that? Have you heard it?"

"Yes."

And, to their astonishment, a beautiful voice chanted through the darkness:

Toss a coin to your Witcher!

O' Valley of Plenty

O' Valley of Plenty, oh

Toss a coin to your Witcher!

A friend of humanity.

"Well, sounds like she appreciates my work... unlike you!"

"Quiet! She is not far from us!" snarled Geralt drawing his broad sword from its scabbard.

Panicking, Dandelion tried to pull away from the water's edge, but instead, he slipped and fell backward into the water.

"JASKIER!" yelled the witcher, rushing to help the bard.

Fortunately, the latter rose to the surface, gasping for air.

"Damn, I thought I was going to drown!"

Suddenly, he felt a presence next to him. He turned and was amazed at the beautiful face of a young woman who was looking at him curiously. Her long hair that cascaded over her shoulders, her mesmerizing eyes, her fair skin that glistened in the moonlight, and her ruby lips made her the most beautiful person he had ever met.

For his part, Geralt was relieved to see the bard safe and sound, but he was intrigued by his companion's mysterious savior. There was something enigmatic, seductive, but also innocent in her features. Nothing alarming at first glance, but you shouldn't let your guard down.

Coming to his senses, the bard smiled at the young woman:

"Thank you very much for your help, dear young lady. Without your help, I would probably be at the bottom of the water. Can I ask you your name?"

"(F / N)," the young woman whispered with a soft smile.

"What a beautiful name, for such a lovely savior."

The young woman giggled.

"Thank you."

Geralt rolled his eyes: No matter the situation, Jaskier Dandelion will remain an incorrigible seducer.

"Instead of doing your charm act, come back this way before you catch a cold!"

"Oh, I'm dreaming! The terrible Geralt of Rivia is worried about me?"

"Come back here, before I regret it!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming ..." sighed the bard, who swam towards the shore, accompanied by the young woman.

But as the bard climbed onto dry land, the witcher saw a detail that surprised him: instead of seeing legs, he saw a shimmering fishtail of a thousand colors.

"Dandelion ..."

"What? What's wrong with Geralt?"

"At the risk of surprising you, I think we found our mermaid."

"What do you mean ?"

Dandelion began to understand when he saw the fishtail.

"OH MY GOD!"

To their surprise, they saw immense sadness appear on the young woman's face.

"And there you go, it's always the same: As soon as I help a human, he gets scared and calls me a monster. So it will never end?"

Oddly, the mermaid's words sounded familiar to the witcher. And there was no evidence that she was acting to trick them.

Sheathing his sword, he approached her and asked:

"Why did you save Dandelion?"

"He sounded nice ... and I love listening to his songs."

"Thanks, I appreciate the compliment."

(F / N) smirked before returning his attention to Geralt.

"You are not human. Am I wrong?"

"Indeed."

The mermaid's smile widened.

"So you must be the witcher of the song."

"Unfortunately, yes." he chuckled.

"Oh, shut up! I know that you are flattered to have your own song!" Dandelion retorted.

The bard asked the young woman:

"But then, if you are not the dangerous creature everyone is talking about, why are the inhabitants accused you of all their misfortunes?"

"I don't know why, but I swear to you it wasn't I who ran away from the fish or sunk the fishing boats."

The answer became crystal clear to Geralt.

"They are afraid."

"Sorry?"

"They are afraid of her, so they accuse her of being the root of their problems."

"Something you know all too well," Dandelion told him sympathetically.

"Yes."

The three individuals remained silent before Geralt said:

"Now that we know the truth, what do we do?"

"Aren't you going to hand her over to these bullies?"

"No."

"Phew, at least some good news. In that case ... let's take her with us."

"And how would we do it? Let me point out that she has a fishtail, not legs."

"I think we can fix this problem." replied the young woman, pulling herself up onto dry land.

And under the dumbfounded eyes of the two men, the fish scales gave way to a pair of long, thin legs.

"Oh. Here's a surprise." Dandelion replied, amused.

"I admit that this is not trivial."

"Now, do you want us to take her with us? I beg you, say yes!"

The witcher shrugged.

"We can take him, but how are we going to get the money back?"

Dandelion smirked mischievously.

"I think I have an idea. Here's what we're going to do ..."

The next morning.

Arkon Gerenyon was puzzled at the story Geralt and Dandelion had just told him.

"So, if I understood correctly, after you fought the mermaid, you managed to defeat her, but she sank to the bottom of the water before you could take a trophy, is that it?"

"It is the strict truth, my lord. I saw the whole scene with my own eyes." the bard swore.

The witcher was content to remain silent and observe his traveling companion lying with impunity to an aristocrat. But knowing Dandelion, he knows he will be convincing.

And he was right because, after a few minutes of silent reflection, the Lord of Socalyn declared:

"Indeed, it is a great pity that I cannot hang the head of this creature on my wall. But anyway, I am satisfied with your work, gentlemen. You are free to go, your money is waiting for you near your horses."

After thanking their employer, the two men left the scene and resumed their journey, their pockets filled with gold coins.

"So, didn't I tell you it would work?"

"It especially proves that you are a good talker!"

"Ungrateful! I made you rich!" Dandelion snapped.

In response, he heard a slight laugh coming from Geralt. This reaction made him smile.

"Hallelujah! I made the biggest grumpy of all time laugh!"

"Don't overdo it! Let's not waste time, we have to get back on the road!"

"You're right, but above all ..."

He called.

"(F / N), you can come, we are alone."

Immediately, the young mermaid left her hiding place and climbed on Roach.

"Can we go?"

"Since everyone is here, let's go!"

And our trio set off on new adventures. Time passed, and the more he got to know her, the more Geralt began to like (F / N) ... all under Dandelion's amused and tender gaze.

One evening, when they had stopped near a lake, the young mermaid decided to take a swim because she had missed her natural element. But very quickly, she felt that she was being watched.

She turned and smiled when she saw Geralt sitting on the edge, a slight smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?"

"You look ... happy. And I'm glad you're smiling with us."

"I owe both of you my happiness ... and especially you, Geralt."

She lowered her eyes slightly and asked in a shy voice:

"Do you ... want to join me?"

No answer. Ashamed and disappointed, (F/N) was about to leave when she felt the water stir gently. She raised her head and met the witcher's amber gaze. The latter was only in his pants and moved closer to her, leaving a small distance between their faces.

"I'd rather act than talk. Don't blame me."

"I don't blame you. After all, it's in your nature."

"So what's yours, mermaid?"

"Let me show you."

"I follow you."

And without a word, their lips collided, and their hands were on their bodies.

As they took advantage of this unreal moment, the two lovers had no idea that Dandelion was watching them, a broad smile on his lips.

"That promises a great story ... Oh, I have an idea!"

Grabbing his lute, the bard began to play a few notes and sang his new song:

From the forest to the peak,

His heart, the witcher thought he lost.

He wanted it back at any cost,

As he was scared to be weak.

Little did he know,

His heart lays in the shallow.

But a gentle lady,

Sweet and pretty,

Found it and cherished this treasure.

Moved by her love,

The witcher offered her

His love, his life, and his sword.

O Destiny,

You the Almighty!

Please, protect them,

And tell us all the tale

Of the Witcher and the Mermaid!

And for the bard, it was probably one of the most beautiful stories he ever sang.

Hope you lik the story! Don’t hesitate to request!

#requests #the witcher #geralt de riv #henry cavill #astrid berges frisbey #joey batey #jaskier dandelion

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mystiika · 3 years ago

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re; jaskier

h i s t o r y

jaskier ( also known as ‘dandelion’ in the general canon; full name being julian alfred pankratz, viscount de lettenhove ) is a bard who’s early life we don’t know much of? he was of noble birth & received his early education in a temple school. later, at 19 that he discovered a love of poetry following his love for countess de stael. jaskier then went on to study the seven liberal arts for four years at oxenfurt university. it was there that he later became a professor, though only taught for a year before leaving the academy to travel the world.

it was within only a few years that he gained worldwide fame & became one of the best minstrels in the norther kingdoms, with his best known song being ‘the ballad of the lion cub of cintra’. of course after he met geralt, he took his songs up a notch, all manners of people taking a keen interest in the tales of the white wolf.

personality wise he’s known to be a ladies man, charming women into bed with his sweet words ( though perhaps he should stay away from women who already have lovers ). he takes great pride in his work, his normal patience that seems to disappear the moment his songs are insulted.

i n f l u e n c e s

mainly show based atm but i take some influence from the games which i’m planning on playing soon as well. yet to read the books but have the first one ordered. otherwise taking inspiration from general fantasy, dnd, that kind of stuff.

#queue.#jaskier tag tba.

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bi-aragorn · 3 years ago

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The Right Inspiration

A N O T H E R fluff battle fic

and this time it's bards bc why tf not they're pretty together

Here on Ao3

Rating: Teen

Tags: Painting, Fluff, Established Relationship, Bards, Artist Dandelion, AU - Modern Setting

Jaskier/ Dandelion being pretty below

Dandelion sighed, dropping his pencil onto his desk with a clatter. He folded his arms, frowning petulantly across the room at Jaskier. His boyfriend was lounging on their sofa, arms crossed behind his head in a way that made his biceps bulge. He was smirking at Dandelion, definitely aware of the effect he was having on the other man.

“It’s impossible, Jaskier!” Dandelion cried, pouting a little more. He shook his head, sending his blond curls flying over his shoulders and into his face. “I can’t get the shapes right!”

Jaskier giggled. “You’re so dramatic, Dandy. You’ve said that three times already.” As he spoke, he flexed his arm muscles, and Dandelion found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of them.

“Bastard,” he muttered, reaching for his pencil again. Jaskier fluttered his eyelashes, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.

“See, you just needed the right inspiration,” Jaskier said and shifted in place again. Dandelion stared at him as he moved, noticing the way that the sunlight danced over the other man’s face, making the highlight he had applied that morning shimmer in the rays peeking through their blinds.

Dandelion’s jaw dropped. The makeup was a soft shade of pink and when caught in the sunlight, it looked more like glitter sprinkled across Jaskier’s cheeks. Dandelion caught his lip between his teeth, the pencil held tightly in his hand now completely forgotten. Jaskier shifted again and his lips parted with a quiet contented sigh. Dandelion couldn’t decide where to look- the blissful expression on the man’s face, his strong arms, his long, slender legs...

“Dandy.”

Dandelion startled, blinking rapidly, and turned back to his sketchbook, willing his blush to fade.

“What?” he asked as he finally turned back to his sketch and began to draw in some lines. The pencil glided across the page as he blocked out the general shape of his boyfriend’s pose. He looked up again, to check the form his drawing was taking, and found Jaskier gazing at him fondly.

“You’re adorable when you’re focussed, darling. Scrunched up little nose, I just want to kiss it,” Jaskier said.

Dandelion could feel his blush returning at full force. He stood up, abandoning his art for the moment. He ambled over to the sofa and leant down to press a gentle kiss to Jaskier’s lips, before sitting back on his heels.

“I know I said to wear something nice, but you’ve really outdone yourself, my dear,” Dandelion said as he pulled Jaskier’s hand into his, rubbing the knuckles gently. Dandelion lifted Jaskier’s hand and kissed it. Jaskier smiled at him, and the grin was astonishingly pretty. Dandelion felt his heart stutter out of pace in his chest and he squeezed Jaskier’s hand tightly.

Leaning in to press another kiss to his boyfriend’s shimmering cheeks, Dandelion stood up and picked his sketchbook back up.

For the better part of the next hour, Dandelion sketched, erased, and re-sketched the same section of his artwork, interspersed with increasingly irritated sighs, he found himself trapped in a cycle- sketch a part of Jaskier’s face, look up to check his progress, become distracted admiring Jaskier, then look down, discover he had ruined the shape in his distraction, and repeat. Simply put, staring at Jaskier’s pretty little face was proving incredibly distracting from his goal of drawing said pretty little face.

He groaned and dropped his pencil, putting his head in his hands. If he couldn’t even finish the sketch, how on earth was he going to manage when he had to pick out the exact shade of blue for Jaskier’s eyes? He just wanted this piece to be perfect.

He pressed his palms into his eyes, willing himself not to cry. This was meant to be fun, not stressful, he reminded himself. He took a deep breath and looked back down at his page. Overall, the sketch wasn’t bad, maybe lacking in a few of the finer details, but he could work with this, he could, he reminded himself forcibly.

When he next looked up at him it was impossible to miss the concern in Jaskier’s eyes. He tried to smile at his boyfriend, a shaky little grin being the best he could manage. Jaskier’s frown deepened.

“Dandy? What’s up?” He made as if to stand up, and Dandelion leapt to his feet, eyes wide and frantic, waving his hands around in front of him.

“No, no, sit back down right now, Jask!” Jaskier sat down, head tilted to the side and eyes narrowed slightly in confusion as he settled back into his spot. “I’m fine, just need to…” he panicked, trying to come up with an excuse- “pick the right shade of blue for your eyes!” He turned his back on Jaskier and began rifling through his box of paints. Jaskier chuckled, and Dandelion could hear his earrings jingling as he shook his head. Dandelion let out a triumphant cry and his hand shot up into the air with a tube of cornflower blue paint. “There,” he said, with a smug little smile, “found it.”

The rest of his sketch went quite quickly after that and soon Dandelion was uncapping a selection of paints, squeezing out little blobs onto his palette. Finally, he eked out a little of the cornflower blue, smiling softly to himself as he did so.

Carefully, he dipped his brush into the water, and glanced up at Jaskier. Water dripped onto the table as he stared, mouth open, at the man on the sofa. Sometime between Dandelion choosing his paints and now, Jaskier had fallen asleep. He looked practically angelic. Dandelion couldn’t bring himself to move in case he broke the spell.

Before he managed to break free from the moment, Jaskier snored loudly and woke himself with a jolt, clutching at the sofa. Dandelion couldn’t help but chuckle as Jaskier pouted at him.

“You could’ve woken me up, you know,” Jaskier said as a faint flush rose in his cheeks. Dandelion shook his head.

“You looked so peaceful, Jask. Wouldn’t disturb you for the world,” Jaskier smiled at him with glistening eyes for a second before snorting.

“Dandy, you’d sell my soul for one corn chip.”

It was silent for a second, and then they burst out laughing. Wiping tears from his eyes as he finally got his breathing back under control, Dandelion submerged his brush in the water.

“Right,” he said, “this time I really am going to paint you. No more getting distracted!” Jaskier just rolled his eyes at him, as Dandelion dipped the tip of the brush into the pale blue paint. Where better to start than the part of the painting that had caused him the most distraction?

#the witcher #witcher fic #jaskilion #jaskier #dandelion #shay's writing

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funkylittlebard · 4 years ago

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The Right Inspiration

A N O T H E R

and this time it's bards bc why tf not they're pretty together

Here on Ao3

Rating: Teen

No CWs, but some tags: Painting, Fluff, Established Relationship, Bards, Artist Dandelion, AU - Modern Setting

Jaskier/ Dandelion being pretty below

“It’s impossible, Jaskier!” Dandelion cried, pouting a little more. He shook his head, sending his blond curls flying over his shoulders and into his face. “I can’t get the shapes right!”

“Bastard,” he muttered, reaching for his pencil again. Jaskier fluttered his eyelashes, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Dandy.”

Dandelion startled, blinking rapidly, and turned back to his sketchbook, willing his blush to fade.

“You’re adorable when you’re focussed, darling. Scrunched up little nose, I just want to kiss it,” Jaskier said.

Leaning in to press another kiss to his boyfriend’s shimmering cheeks, Dandelion stood up and picked his sketchbook back up.

“Dandy? What’s up?” He made as if to stand up, and Dandelion leapt to his feet, eyes wide and frantic, waving his hands around in front of him.

Before he managed to break free from the moment, Jaskier snored loudly and woke himself with a jolt, clutching at the sofa. Dandelion couldn’t help but chuckle as Jaskier pouted at him.

“You could’ve woken me up, you know,” Jaskier said as a faint flush rose in his cheeks. Dandelion shook his head.

“You looked so peaceful, Jask. Wouldn’t disturb you for the world,” Jaskier smiled at him with glistening eyes for a second before snorting.

“Dandy, you’d sell my soul for one corn chip.”

It was silent for a second, and then they burst out laughing. Wiping tears from his eyes as he finally got his breathing back under control, Dandelion submerged his brush in the water.

#the witcher #witcher fic #my writing #jaskilion #jaskier #dandelion

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ao3feed-geralt-jaskier · 4 years ago

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by kingkoblih

Navazujeme přesně tam, kde skončil první díl. Dále se však dozvídáme, že Geralt s Marigoldem mají problémy s komunikací. Od svého prvního shledání se neviděli a neví, co si o tom druhém myslet, kromě toho, že je to naprostá sváča. Marigold se však místo problémů s milostným životem musí zabývat něčím mnohem důležitějším - plesem katedry! Spolu s bytovou skvadrou formují středověkou kapelu, která se bude celý večer starat o vaši zábavu. Vy tak můžete v klidu plesat, zatímco se v zákulisí Zaklínač postará o další neplánovanou zakázku. Tak enjoy a nebrečte <3

Words: 8153, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Čeština

Series: Part 2 of Floutny

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Floutny

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Marigold | Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Leopold, Konstantin, Bohunka, Eskel (The Witcher), Jakub

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: plyš, skoro smut, trocha česneku, hodně hloupých lidí, hodně zamilovaných lidí, ples, kostýmy, nové hanbaté písně!!!, D A L M A T Í N !!!, Geralt má supr bráchu, kančí guláš, proč chtít meč když můžeš mít flétnu, Yen the dohazovač

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #netflix the witcher #jaskier x geralt #geralt x jaskier #geraskier

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pip-n-flinx · 5 years ago

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The Witcher game series.

Favorite Character?

Triss Merigold. I mean, aside from being a shallow straight guy, I absolutely love where CDPR took her in Wild Hunt. She’s got this incredible drive to save people from Radovid, risks her life and volunteers for torture as part of a ruse to find Ciri, and I cannot CANNOT get over how goddamn cute she is at the nobles estate party in the garden. Also, choosing to stay behind instead of going with the mages? Surprising Geralt while his back is turned talking to Djikstra? Perfection. I adore her.

Second Favorite Character?

Yennefer of Vengerberg. This may come as a surprise to the people who’ve read my Witcher WIP, but I honestly adore Yen. Just because I don’t think she and Geralt make a good couple does NOT mean that I don’t admire her. I think my issues with her are mostly just with how her development is written, not her character design per se. Personally I like to imagine her obsession with Ciri is more “the grass is greener” and her resenting losing the choice to have children, rather than needing a surrogate child to feel complete. That being said, she’s a bonafide evil character. Sure she’s sympathetic, and I certainly wouldn’t classify her as a villain, but you cannot convince me that shes not evil in any adaptation or story she’s in. Self interested, willing to kill or magically compel others to get her way, sacrificing a sacred garden to speak to a corpse, stealing dangerous magic artifacts.... I’d even argue that any mage who “tames” a Djinn has taken a morally evil action. All that being said, I think she’s got varied and compelling character reasons for all of her actions, and I’ve come back around to enjoying her now that I can bad writing from bad character design.

Least Favorite Character?

I mean, Radovid is up there for sure. All the witch hunters are, but Radovid probably takes the cake. Honorable Mention: Birna Bran on Skellige. Goddamn she rubs me the wrong way....

Character I’m Most Like?

Look, you’re supposed to be able to project a bit onto Geralt, but I am definitely not that competent. I am a trained musician, but Dandelion and Jaskier are about as far from my personality as is possible.... I honestly don’t relate much to any of the characters? Weird as that is to say

Favorite Pairing?

Triss Merigold / Geralt of Rivia. H a n d s D o w n .

Least Favorite Pairing?

Yennefer of Vengerberg / Geralt of Rivia. Non-consensual magically impelled djinn wish bound relationship full of “playful” banter that just doesn’t come with enough affection for me. N o T h a n k y o u .

Favorite Moment?

We’re gonna go non-romantic here for some variety, and say Geralt vs Renfri from the Netflix adaptation. I’m a sucker for intricately choreographed combat even though I am by no means an expert.

Rating out of 10

Honestly I give it 6 out of 10.

I’ve got a lot of problems with the way the sorceresses are written/handled, and I’m not wild about any of the adaptations standalone. Its a male power fantasy set in a fantasy world. Its got pull for me, but I’ve always been a sucker for this stuff. It’d get lower if I didn’t think it was a well fleshed out world with interesting lore.

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