#Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

[inexplicifics]

...is worth two in the tavern?

In which Geralt finds himself with a lap full of bard, and isn't entirely sure what to do about it.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: It’s a tradition the three of them hold. Whenever one of them finds a book of the right kind, he brings it back to Kaer Morhen to share with the others. They keep the books on a shelf in the library that they inexpertly installed themselves. Eskel drags a chair up to form their little semicircle in front of the library fire. Lambert opens the first bottle of krupnikas. ‘Well?’ Lambert says. ‘Either of you find a good one this year?’ ‘Feast your eyes, lads,’ says Eskel with relish, ‘on this.’ He waves an octavo at them. ‘Picked it up in Redania,’ he says. ‘Meant to be very spicy.’ He waggles his eyebrows, and Geralt grins. Jaskier is a romance novelist, and Geralt finds out.

Author: @jackironsidesfic

[blooms-in-april]

Lambert smiles, sharp and ugly, "I know who you pretend I am."

Jaskier doesn't deny it. They both know he can't.

"Touche" he says lightly, skimming his fingers across the strings. Lambert can see the marks of his own nails in his back. He's bleeding faintly. "Remind what his name was again?"

Lambert sits up sharp in bed. "Don't you dare."

"Oh, Aiden, right?" Jaskier strums a chord. The name sounds like music in his mouth. "Aiden. Aiden at night, Aiden in the morning. Aiden in your breath and your tears and your mouth, Aiden so deep you can't claw him out."

"Get that name out of your mouth, bard," Lambert says. "Before I break it."

There is no fear in those blue eyes, no pity. Only a cold understanding. "Leave my wounds and I'll leave yours."

"Don't compare us." Lambert snarls.

"Why not?" Jaskier says. "We're exactly the same. That's why this works."

"My brother's alive."

Jaskier smiles, and there's something broken and desperate in it, like a shattered mirror. Lambert wonders if he looks like that, if it shows on his face in the same way.

"Yes, Geralt's alive. He's here, but I don't have him. I never had him. I will never have him. You had Aiden. All you had to do was be brave."

"Don't have him anymore." Lambert says.

"No." Jaskier responds. "Why else do you think we're here?"

[dear-ao3]

reblog and link the fanfic that you worked your absolute ass off on but not a lot of people read i’ll go first:

witcher fandom, lambert x aiden, 1920s rum runner and assassin au. entirely historically accurate.

[pod-together]

Pod-Together Day 3 Reveals 2024

hiraeth and hwyl (Howl's Moving Castle - All Media Types, Howl Series - Diana Wynne Jones, Howl no Ugoku Shiro | Howl's Moving Castle, Piranesi - Susanna Clarke, Betrayal at House on the Hill) created and performed by AirgiodSLV, CompassRose, ellejabell, epaulettes, kitkat50311, mahons_ondine, minnabird, and sisi_rambles Summary: You find yourself looking at a door. It looks like an ordinary door, but you’re somehow certain that it isn’t. In theory, you could open the door…but something warns you off. You might not survive, if you pass through that door. You might no longer be you.

I Could Eat A Peach for Hours [text, audio] (Stranger Things (TV 2016)) written by ArtaxLivs, performed by rufusbear Summary: “Robin, it’s fucking obscene.” “You’re obscene,” she squawks. “I am but he’s so much worse,” Eddie insists. “He just, oh my god, all week Robin. All. Fucking. Week.” “I do not need to know about your weird food kinks,” Robin makes a face and then pretends to gag. “It’s not a fucking food kink, it’s a Steve’s mouth kink,” Eddie growls.

Lost and Found (Firefly (TV 2002)) written by Ballad_of_Firefly, performed by InterstellarBlue Summary: Looking up, the apology died in his throat. Familiar brown eyes stared down at him and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. They looked exactly like River's. Gabriel Tam's eyes narrowed. "Simon."

born to go through trouble (The Odyssey - Homer, EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums), Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) written by BubblesKat, performed by ShakespeareStoleMyURL Summary: Something is wrong. I don’t understand what happened. I swore I was dreaming when I awoke inside the horse in Troy, but I was immediately discovered and killed. Then, I woke up again in the exact same circumstances. -- or, Odysseus finds himself in a time loop, waking up inside the Trojan horse over and over and over

The shadow of our Light (Shadowhunters (TV)) written by HadrianPeverellBlack, performed by Hagar Summary: Alec's and Jace's relationship. 5 times they thought they weren't enough for the other, and the one time they realized they were enough

Who is the Maestro? (SEVENTEEN (Band)) written by halotolerant, performed by pezzax Summary: Warning. Critical power failure. Metronome is offline. Do you wish to try again? - Wonwoo versus the AI

Meditations II: A Simple Method for Reducing Mental Distractions and Courting the Elusive Muse, by Professor Pankratz (Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types) written by LenaLawlipop, performed by Chantress and Luninarie Summary: The rustling of wind and chirping of birds can be heard, it’s warm… Not obscenely so, only just enough to make your eyes very, very heavy. Distantly, you can hear the professor writing, chalk on blackboard marking the steady passing of time until your next break. Soon, however, the rhythmic tap of the chalk comes to a halt. Too soon, in fact. It’s not time for that break yet. "Alright, everyone, close your books. Unfortunately, the time has come again. Once more, I find myself wondering, why is everyone so quiet? Am I perchance teaching something useful, against my better judgement?"

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have you worked out what we’re looking for (Men's Hockey RPF) written by polyabathtub, performed by cosmicanon Summary: Things high school biology teacher Leon Draisaitl does not appreciate: - Being pulled out of one of his sections of freshman biology for three weeks - So that he can co-teach a junior year health class with PE teacher Matthew Tkachuk - Who is always encouraging his students to do things other than their homework, and has an easy job that doesn’t require him to spend his entire life lesson planning and grading - He’s also so unfairly hot that it makes it hard for Leon to remember that he’s in the closet at work

Dispatch [text, audio] (The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison) written by sophiegaladheon, performed by dontneedaclassroom Summary: Emperor Varenechibel IV has been killed and Csevet has been tasked with delivering the most important letter of his career as a courier.

Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game: Episode 23 - Palmetto State Foxes (All For The Game - Nora Sakavic) created by Syr and Opalsong Summary: The sports podcast for people who don't like sports! Episode 23 focuses on Exy and the Palmetto State Foxes and the massive amounts of drama that happened this season. We didn't have to dig deep for this one folks; there was so much drama we didn't even get to it all.

So We Can Begin [text, audio] (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy) written by wanderingjedihistorian, performed by kbirb, flowerparrish, and wanderingjedihistorian Summary: Bail and Breha are soulmates, but they each have two soulmarks meaning they have a third soulmate. When Bail meets Fox, he knows he's found their third. The war makes Fox and Breha getting to know each other difficult, but messages and holo recordings are easy enough to send.

[lauradevries]

When Yennefer brings chaos in the form of vampirism and comes to Tissaia for help, Tissaia does not disappoint. Or: ‘Tissaia wordlessly lifted her wrist to Yennefer: an offering.’

The stunning calligraphy is kindly courtesy of @chaosandorder46

[mountainsinaboat]

Did you read any of the Yennaia fics? Looking for recommendations and you seem to have incredible taste so I'm very much not asking for a friend but rather myself 👀

hi omg I am really excited to be answering this question lol

there's a 10 link limit per post so i'll list the multi chapters here and leave the one shots in a comment.

first off, i just want to point out a few writers specifically (all on ao3): runaway_writer, bloodinthefields, clydethistles (this writer is locked to only ao3 users, so just go to their page, I didn't list any fics here), chaosandorder, snowleopardess, pelgraine

(if we are mutuals and you write fics and i didnt list you here, TELL ME, so i can bookmark you!! i wanna read your stuff!)

Recs below the cut!

multi chapter:

the first on the list is my favorite yennaia fic i’ve read (so far):

[thedemonofcat]

I found it!!!

The other day, I answered an ask prompt where I mentioned reading a fic where Jaskier is depicted as destiny in human form.

I couldn't remember the name of the fic at first, but today I found it on AO3. Here's the link for anyone who wants to read it.

[lodgeofeilhart]

This is my new fic!!! I know I wasn't meant to post anything, but I couldn't help myself! ❤️

[meepthemeeping]

Someone Who Gets Me

sequelseagull

Summary:

Letho wasn't sure what he was doing with his life anymore. He had spent so long just living to survive that it was hard to know anything else. After his friends push him into trying out a hookup app, it leads to an unexpected encounter with Gaetan. The guy is a menace and Letho finds that endearing .

Fuck... Letho is sure he'll get a grip eventually; until then, he's going to enjoy whatever this is.

A.K.A Gaetan and Letho are in denial about their feelings.

[inexplicifics]

In a universe where Voltehre survived the Medallion Trial, the sacking of Kaer Morhen goes just a little differently.

I wrote flash fic!

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Jaskier is sent as a sacrifice—er, tribute—to Warlord of the North. To his astonishment, the rumours of his terror have been greatly exaggerated in Redania. Lovely romance, smut, events, and characters ensue.

Author: @inexplicifics

Note from submitter: The OG witcher warlord fic. Great worldbuilding and characterization, and the OCs bring a lot of charm to the story

[beth--b]

Jaskier had felt like he was coming down with something for the last few days. He was tired, he had a tickle at the back of his throat and he felt vaguely nauseous. He hadn't told Geralt, he didn't need to deal with anything else right now. If Geralt knew, he wouldn't let him perform. If he didn’t perform he didn’t earn any money, and they sorely needed the coin.

The weather was cooling down earlier than anticipated, Geralt hadn't had many contracts so Jaskier was trying to make as much as he could by performing at every tavern and inn they came across.

They reached a reasonably sized town by mid afternoon. Geralt went to replenish their dwindling supplies with the little coin they had, while Jaskier headed to the tavern to see if they would let him perform.

Without too much difficulty Jaskier was able to make a deal to perform that evening. There were no rooms to spare but they could sleep in the stable and Jaskier could keep any coin that came his way.

With everything arranged, he went to find GeraIt in the small marketplace. 

Spotting Geralt talking to one of the vendors, Jaskier approached him with a smile.

“Get all that you needed?”

Geralt hummed and gave a barely there nod. Right then, that was a yes.

“I’ve arranged to play tonight. No rooms left but we can use the stable and it won’t cost us anything. Not ideal but figured at least we’d be warm and dry for the night.”

A grunt this time. Fantastic.

Clearly today was not a day that Geralt would let himself be drawn into conversation. At least most days Geralt gave him some words, on an especially good day Jaskier could coax entire sentences from his dear Witcher. 

Apparently today was not one of those days.

Honestly if he didn't love him so damn much he's not sure how they'd have made it this far.

They spent the rest of the afternoon sorting through their supplies, before Geralt groomed Roach while Jaskier attempted to compose.

Truthfully though, he was beginning to feel as though he was no longer ’coming down with something’ and was instead thoroughly caught.

Nevertheless, the show must go on. 

They needed the coin, there were no contracts, ergo Jaskier would indeed be playing.

XXX

When darkness began to fall the pair of them headed into the Tavern. Jaskier went to speak to the barkeep, while Geralt went to sit at a table in the back corner.

Jaskier was by now feeling quite unwell, he knew if he was not so practiced at performing he'd never make it through the evening. But, he was a professional, so with fake smile in place, he began to strum his lute.

If he wasn't quite so active as usual, he was sure that Geralt would just assume he was tired. They had been travelling as quickly as possible with the weather cooling down, it would be a fair assumption to make. At least he hoped.

It wasn't too late into the evening before Geralt caught his eye and nodded towards the door. Jaskier nodded in return and continued with his song. He watched as his Witcher left the Tavern, Jaskier longed to follow him, but he had a show to perform. 

He could feel himself growing steadily warmer. At first he'd hoped it was merely from moving about the now rather crowded room, the music apparently drawing a bit of a crowd. Now however, he was fairly confident he had the beginnings of a fever.

As soon as he felt he had played an adequate length of time, he bowed with as much of a flourish as he could muster and announced to the room that he was taking a brief break. 

Grabbing some water from the barkeep he took a seat at the table that Geralt had vacated earlier. He had never been so glad that Geralt had opted for an early night. He knew this performance was not one of his best, but the owner of the establishment and the tavern's patron's seemed happy enough, so hopefully he would bring in some coin.

Speaking of coin, a few people approached him, bearing mugs of ale and warm smiles.

“Wonderful performance!” a young woman with dark hair and a shy smile 

told him.

"Why thank you my dear!” He offered a smile in return, though he had to forcefully swallow back the nausea when her companion, a young man who seemed kind, if a little dull, offered him one of the mugs of ale.

The third member of the party, a man who appeared to be a little older than Jaskier, stepped forward and dropped a few coins into his lute case.

"Thank you Master Bard, it's been a long while since someone of your talent has come through our humble town.”

"Well then, I'm glad my companion and I decided to stop here for the evening to take a break from the road.”

They spoke to him a little longer before taking their leave. Deciding he needed to get this night over with, he stood up from the table, swaying only a very small amount, picked up his lute and started playing the intro to Toss A Coin.

As usual he was met with cheers from the crowd, more than one person throwing a coin his way, telling him to pass the goodwill along to his travel companion.

He got through the rest of the set in a daze, relieved when people started to trickle out into the night, heading back towards their homes and beds.

Deciding he had played long enough, and afraid he wouldn't last much longer, Jaskier played one last song before thanking his audience. He collected a few more coins and attempted to indulge a few of the villagers who came to speak to him as he gathered his belongings, but he made his way out of the Inn as quickly as he could.

When he made it out into the cooler night air he let out a full body shiver and finally let the coughing fit he'd been holding back all evening out. He leaned against the outer wall of the Tavern until he caught his breath, pushing away on shaky legs to make his way to the barn where Geralt was hopefully already sleeping.

He opened the barn door as quietly as he was able, confident enough that Geralt would not stir if he was asleep as by now he was attuned to Jaskier enough to know he wasn't a threat. One of Jaskier’s happiest memories was when he realised Geralt had started to sleep through him stumbling into their shared rooms late into the night after a performance, rather than waking with a hand already reaching for his sword.

As he approached Roach's stall he saw Geralt had already set their bedrolls out. Geralt himself was asleep, steel sword within easy reach. 

Jaskier sighed quietly to himself in relief. Logically he knew there'd be no hiding how he felt come morning, but he'd earned some coin to help them through the next few days at least so he decided that some discomfort for the evening had been worth it.

He settled into his bedroll, curled into Geralt's side, and let exhaustion pull him down into a fitful sleep.

xxxx 

Jaskier woke up in the early dawn light, for a moment he wasn't certain what woke him. Only for a moment though. As he quickly realised the problem he all but threw himself out of the bedroll and ran on unsteady feet out of the barn before he emptied  the rather meagre contents of his stomach onto the dirt outside the barn.

When he finally stopped retching he made his way back inside and collapsed back onto the bedroll. Geralt, who had clearly woken up due to Jaskier's abrupt exit,  leaned over him, one eyebrow raised and a knowing look on his face.

"Indulge a little too much after I left last night, Jask?”

Too tired, and by now feeling far too ill to care, Jaskier glared up at his Witcher.

"Excuse me? Excuse me? I am not fucking hungover Geralt, I'm sick! Fucking unbelievable!”

Geralt looked contrite for a brief moment before sitting up properly and reaching out to press a hand against Jaskiers's sweaty forehead.

“You have a fever,” Geralt stated, a furrow forming in the middle of his brow as he frowned.

“Yes, yes I know.”

The furrow got deeper. “You knew you were sick and you didn’t say anything. Why?”

Jaskier paused for a moment before looking away, feeling a little guilty. “I’m sorry love, truly. I didn’t tell you because I needed to play last night. Like it or not we needed the money.” He paused, clearing his sore throat, before he looked back up at Geralt. “ I promise that now you can coddle me all you like.”

Geralt looked like he wanted to say more but settled for a hum instead. He lay back down in their shared bedrolls and pulled an unresisting Jaskier into his arms.

“Hmm, why did I ever try to hide that I was sick?” Jaskier mused, burying his head into Geralt’s warm chest.

“I don’t really understand it either. No more secrets.”

Jaskier just yawned and gave a sleepy hum in response.

[blooms-in-april]

The front door slams open, the wreath swinging and everyone looks up. A man steps in.

“Jaskier!” Ciri cries. The little girl tears herself free from her father’s arms, making grabby hands at the newcomer’s blue coat. Geralt looks as if he’s taken too large a bite out of a pie and gotten it lodged in his throat.

“Your highness!” Jaskier says, doffing his hat and swinging his lute off his shoulder. He sweeps past both Geralt and Lambert without a glance, crouching to his knees at Ciri’s level. His calloused fingers strum a jaunty tune to the rhyme of Ciri’s excited bouncing.

“Princess Cirilla! An honor to be at your service.” He makes a dramatic bow, letting her paw at his feathered hat, his hair, his beard.

“I’m a lion, Jaskier!” she says, pointing a grubby finger at her drawn on whiskers and nose.

“And so you are,” he says, as if the ridiculous declarations of children were the most obvious and sensible things in the world. “Princess Ciri, the Lion Cub of Cintra! I’ll have to write a song about that.”

“A song!” Ciri’s eyes grow wide. Jaskier smiles.

“At least! Perhaps I can get a whole song cycle out of it, how does that sound?”

“Can I have my sword in it?”

“You can have two swords in it, if you want. Three swords. As many swords as you like!”

Ciri squeals and leaps into his arms, his arms circling her gently, careful not to crush her princess dress. Lambert watches something in Geralt’s face crumple quietly.

“Jaskier.” Geralt says, and Jaskier looks at him from over Ciri’s shoulder.

“Geralt.” he responds cautiously, in a tone Lambert has never heard from him before. In all the years he’s watched the bard trail in his brother's wake, singing praises, never once has he heard a cautious word from him. And yet, here it is. “How are you, lately?”

“I-” and Lambert would laugh, watching Geralt chew and swallow his words rather than spit them out, if it didn’t make something hard lodge in his own throat. “I’m- glad you could make it.”

Jaskier waits, for a beat, two, as if expecting something more. Geralt says nothing.

Jaskier smiles, a thin wan little thing. “Well, I could hardly miss it, could I? Being properly invited after some many years of simply crashing the thing,” he says lightly, looking around at the blinking lights, the molting tree, the tinsel worn after being reused year after year. “You’d think it’d be different, after it all, but it seems everything is just the same as always.” There is a quick sharp glance, like broken glass.

Geralt opens his mouth, pauses, shuts it. Opens, and shuts again.

Jaskier turns back to Ciri and her excited song suggestions as if they are the only two people in the world, letting her lead him off into the corner to inspect the presents under the tree. Geralt sits stupidly on the carpet, as if he’s been shoved through a portal and left nauseous on the other side, with no idea of where he is and how to get back.

Now Lambert does laugh, a short sharp bark of a thing.“What the fuck was that?”

Geralt says nothing, only heaves himself up and stalks into the kitchen without a word.

Excerpt from my angsty modern AU Geraskier Lambden Lamskier fic. Link below 👇

[artistsfuneral]

Hey @debellatis @moonlightcrazyphoenix

I uh- I posted the first chapter of the Lambert time travel fic?

Falling out of the Sky

It's been three days.

The cell he's been put in is cold and dark, but mercifully dry. In this part of the dungeon neither sounds nor sunlight can reach you. A small mage orb is his only light source. He's been counting his own heartbeats to keep track of time, the very same way he's been taught when he was just a lad.

The wobbly cot in the corner of the small room remains unused as he kneels in front of the cell door. Eyes closed, hands on his thighs, palms up. Three other cells lined up next to his own, but all remain empty. There's no other prisoners but him. Nothing but his own heartbeat to keep him company. But it's alright, he's gotten used to solitude a long time ago.

The sound of footsteps disturbs Lambert's deep meditation. Moments later the bulky door that connects the dungeon with the winding staircase to the upper levels is unlocked and pushed open.

He counts three pairs of armored boots, walking heavy and purposefully towards him, before his ears pick up on the three matching heartbeats. Slow like his own, there's no doubt they belong to witchers like him.

During the commotion of his arrival he hasn't had time to realize just how many years have passed since he's last heard a heartbeat that matches his own. Lambert opens his eyes.

The homesickness is overwhelming at times.

[jeanblack2056]

So. I haven't posted here in a while

But I'm writing a new Geraskier fic! It has a badass omega Jaskier who's seen some shite already, Warlord Geralt who ends up marrying him to prevent war, and a loooot of horny.

This is a little fanart I just drew during a lecture, featuring one of my favorite scenes so far.