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i have screamed the biggest scream that i have ever scrumpt
#no but i feel like this is the first time geralt actually said he appreciates jaskier#and he called him jask#iâm so đ„șđ„șđ„ș#also the chemistry between jaskier and radovid was đ„đ„đ„#i'm so soft for them#radovid#jaskier#geralt#witcher
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im being so normal about this guys i swear i have never been more normal in my entire life he just called him "jask" im--
#the scream i scrumpt#HE ACTUALLY CALLED HIM JASK#AM I DREAMING#DID THAT HAPPEN#the witcher#the witcher s3#joey batey#henry cavill#jasker#julian alfred pankratz#geralt#geralt of rivia#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#jaskier x geralt#jask
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i cannot put into words the severity of my emotions when geralt so casually called him jask
#the witcher spoilers#do you understand how many fanfics have him use that nickname#do you understand#how many fanfics I HAVE WRITTEN#WHERE HE CALLS HIM JASK#IM INSANE#of all the things to be canon#geralt having tender nicknames for his friends was incredibly low on my list#iâll be talking about this again#the witcher
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Carriage driver Geralt and Noble Jaskier.
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow as Geralt guided his cart toward the gates.
âGood evening, sir,â the guard called, stepping forward. âOut a bit late, arenât you?â
âI need to reach the next kingdom before dawn,â Geralt replied calmly.
The guard gave a nod and glanced over the cart. It held nothing more than some straw and a threadbare blanket. He seemed satisfied.
âYouâre free to go,â he said, waving Geralt on.
Miles beyond the gate, a voice emerged from beneath the straw. âCan I come out now?â
âYes, Jask,â Geralt said with a small smile.
A tousled head popped outâJulian Alfred Pankratz, better known as Jaskier. He coughed softly, brushing straw from his shoulders. âThank the gods, it was dreadfully dull under there,â he muttered, shifting to sit beside Geralt.
âIt was the only way to sneak you out of the castle... and the kingdom,â Geralt reminded him.
âBut it was worth it,â Jaskier said with a grin.
âIn four days, youâll be free to become a bard,â Geralt said, meeting his eyes.
Jaskier reached out, gently taking Geraltâs hand. âAnd you and I will be free to marry.â
#the witcher netflix#the witcher#joey batey#geralt of rivia#jaskier the witcher#henry cavill#the witcher jaskier#geralt x jaskier#geraskier#fic ideas#ask answered#anon ask#answered asks#ask box#ask me whatever#ask me stuff#ask me things#asks#ask me anything#ask#asks open#send me asks#jaskier#gerskier#cirilla fiona elen riannon#freya allan#headcanon#yennefer of vengerberg#the witcher season 3#the witcher season three
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Some Witcher Charactersâ Name Meanings
Julian âJaskierâ Alfred Pankratz
Julian means âJoveâs Childâ, Jove being an alternate name for Jupiter, the King of the Gods in Roman mythology, their equivalent to the Greek Zeus. I like the mythology reference in his name considering in the Netflix series he references the Muses, Greek Goddesses of inspiration.
Julian can also mean âyouthfulnessâ, which is fun since he doesnât seem to age.
As pointed out by @kaiseaya â Julian is the only name still in use in Poland, as well as the most common name on here in other countries such as England or Germany, effectively making Jaskierâs Name seem more ânormalâ in comparison to other names on the list. Heâs just a guy.
Alfred means âelf counsellorâ and I think this fact has destroyed me. So what if I said he was destined to become the sandpiper? What then?
Pankratz has Greek origins, from pan, meaning âallâ, and kratein, meaning âto rule/to conquerâ. So Pankratz therefore means âto conquer allâ or âto rule everythingâ. Itâs also said to have German origins.
Jaskier, as everyone in this fandom knows, is âbuttercupâ, though it was translated as Dandelion in English because âbuttercup was too feminine. Buttercups symbolise friendship, joy, and youth. Dandelions represent resilience and hope, and are used to make wishes. Netflix does utilise the âdandelionâ name, when heâs referred to as âThe Dandelionâ while in Radovidâs room in season 3.
Sandpipers are shorebirds that would probably be close to Jaskierâs hometown since itâs coastal. They represent safe travels, adaptability, and long journeys, which fits the role the name was made for.
Yennefer of Vengerberg
Her name should be spelled Jennifer, but was apparently translated as Yennefer to keep the polish pronunciation, rather than having the pronunciation Jennifer would have in the English language.
Jennifer is Welsh, meaning âwhite ghostâ or âfair ladyâ
Itâs derived from Guinevere, who was the âbeautiful but unfaithfulâ wife of King Arthur in British medieval literature/legend
She has the âof xâ place name rather than surname. It seems the only characters with this are orphaned characters?
Vengerberg sounds like âavengerâ or ârevengeâ. Berg is a common suffix in German place names (where Aedrin is supposedly based on), and it means âmountainâ
In the books, her birthname was Janka, which means âgod is graciousâ. A nickname for Janka is Jenny (read: Yenny) which is likely what wouldâve inspired Yennefer
Janka almost reminds me of the name Falka, the Redanian princess accused of being an elf who murdered her family, removed Stregoborâs hands, and was burnt at the stake. In late season 3 we see Falka teaching Ciri to use fire magic, stepping into Yenneferâs role in some ways, teaching Ciri the thing that caused Yennefer herself so many problems
Both of her lovers (Istredd and Geralt) give her a shortened nickname. Istredd calls her âYennaâ, Geralt calls her âYenâ. This paints Geralt and Istredd as both being two sides of the same coin. Geralt specifically giving a nickname is definitely a love language as, aside from Yennefer, the only other nickname heâs used is Jask for Jaskier
Her other notable nickname is âPigletâ, by Tissaia, a name she is referred to as for being in the pigsty when Tissaia met her, that she stops using when she feels Yennefer has earned her respect. This way of teaching, Yennefer uses on Ciri later, calling her âMy Ugly Oneâ
Geralt of Rivia
Geralt is apparently Germanic in origin, meaning âruler of the spearâ
I like that both him and Jaskier have something to do with ruling somewhere in their names
We know that, at least in the series canon, attributes the name to Vesemir, and is upset by (the hallucination of) his mother using it. We donât know his birth name
He is not actually from Rivia. We do not know where he is actually from, I donât think.
To keep up this act of being from Rivia, he picked up a Rivian accent. Rivian accents are looked down upon by other people in the Contient, specially from Aedirn and Temeria
His first choice for his name was Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde
Roger means âfamous spearâ, Eric means âalone, rulerâ. Haute-Bellagarde is French in origins, haute meaning âhighâ and Bellegarde meaning âbeautiful watch towerâ
Therefore, Geraltâs original name, in full, wouldâve meant âLone Ruler of the Famous Spear from the High, Beautiful Watch-Towerâ
Everyone say thank you Vesemir for making him not do that
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon
Cirilla, Greek origin (my âCiri and Jaskier are both descendants from Ăile and Fjall from blood originâ headcanon is. Itâs doing things). Means ârulerâ
Fiona means âwhiteâ or âfairâ
Fiona is also one of the names Francesca brought up to name her and Filavandrelâs daughter.
Elen is derived from the Greek âHelenâ, meaning âshining torchâ or simply âlightâ. Helen, as in Helen of Sparta â the âface who launched a thousand shipsâ. The Trojan war was fought to bring her home after she was kidnapped
Riannon is welsh, meaning âgreat queenâ or âgoddessâ
Calanthe also has Fiona Elen Riannon as part of her name. Pavetta has only Fiona Elen
Ciri has a relative with Riannon as a first name. Riannon had a daughter named Fiona. Those two were connected with Falka. She also has a relative named Elen
Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Caellach
Cahir is Irish, meaning âBattle manâ or âwarriorâ
Mawr means âgreatâ and is Welsh
His mother was named Mawr, which is presumably where he got that name. I have a few trans!Cahir headcanons from this that the world is not ready for
Dyffryn is his family name, also Welsh, meaning âvalleyâ. They were nobles in Vicovaro, owning land named Dyffra.
Caellach is his fatherâs name, leading me to believe that aep means âofâ or âson ofâ.
Caellach is Irish. The fact that his family name is Welsh like his motherâs name, while his fatherâs name and first name are both Irish, lead me to beliehe that the family name (and by extension the nobility) is the motherâs, but I havenât read the books so I donât know for sure
Emhyr Var Emreis
Emhyr is also Welsh, and yet again means ârulerâ. It has been pointed out that itâs similar to Emir (Turkish) and amir (Arabic), both of which mean âCommander in Chargeâ
Emreis is like Emrys, also Welsh, meaning immortal. If this isnât a surname in the traditional sense but instead a title or epithet, perhaps Var means âtheâ, making him Emhyr The Immortal
His full name, as we learn in s3, is Emhyr Var Emreis Deithwen Addan yn Carn aep Morvudd
Deithwen being âwhite flameâ in elder speech
Addan, according to the Witcher Wiki, is âdancer/dancingâ in the Nilfgaardian language, yn is âonâ, and Carn is âtombâ, and Morvudd is âenemiesâ. We established earlier aep is probably âofâ
His full name, therefore, is as follows: âEmhyr (Ruler), The Immortal White Flame Dancing on the Tomb of the Enemyâ
Duny, the name he used when marrying Pavetta, means âhaving many sand-dunesâ, so I donât know what thatâs about
He called himself the Urcheon of Erlenwald â Urcheon meaning âhedgehogâ, and Erlenwald being the forest where he saved Calantheâs husband (therefore earning Pavetta)
Pavetta
Pavetta is a genus of tropical flower found in Africa and Asia. Latin. The flowers under this genus are white from what I can tell. It apparently also translates to âyoung leavesâ
Reminds me of her colour scheme in the Netflix series, her green dress being the leaves and her light blonde hair being the white flower part
As mentioned before, Pavetta has Fiona Elen, meaning âfair, shining torchâ, but she doesnât have Riannon: great queen. This makes me sad.
Vespula
Vespula is a genus for âsocial waspsâ, their common name being yellow jackets
Sheâs a wasp, Jaskier is a flower. Wasps are attracted to and pollenate flowers. They were made for each other.
It also comes from Latin âvulgarisâ meaning common (as in, common wasp) which is a bit less sweet? Lmao
One of the species under this genus is the cuckoo wasp, and cuckoos symbolise marriage in Greek Myth, as well as being a bird (matching Jaskierâs Sandpiper)
Wasps, in general, symbolise taking control of your life, evolution and progress. However, more general in day-to-day life, theyâre seen as annoying and a less-sympathetic version of a bee.
Unlike bees, wasps do not die after stinging you,. They can, and will, sting you repeatedly. (Vespula can, and will, keep throwing Jaskierâs stuff off the balcony. In every adaptation she is a constant)
Fringilla Vigo
Fringilla is another genus. I donât know why so many of the women have genus names but sure. This is specifically a genus of finches
Finches are quite small, and theyâre part of the passerine family which are known for having feet structured specifically for perching
Vigo, aside from being a city in Spain, means âsmall villageâ or âsettlementâ
Philippa Eilhart
Philippa is Greek origin meaning âlover of horsesâ. The Greek origin specifically here is quite fun because Philipppa shapeshifts into an owl, and Athena, Goddess of Wisdom (Philippa being Redanian intelligence) is associated with owls, while her uncle and Poseidon is associated with horses. Athena also came up with the Trojan horse idea, but I find the Poseidon thing more interesting as Poseidon has a rivalry with Athena, therefore thereâs a rivalry between horses and owls, but Philippa, an owl, loves them
Eilhart could be from the Germanic âeilâ, coming from âagilâ, meaning âweaponâ and âhartâ being âstrongâ, making her âstrong weaponâ. Alternatively, someone on Reddit also brought up the closeness of âeilâ to the German word âeuleâ which means owl, in which case her last name could mean âstrong owlâ. Both are fitting in my opinion.
Radovid V
Radovid is Slavic, mainly Polish or Czech, meaning ârenowned counsellorâ. Both him and Jaskier having âcounsellorâ in their name means a lot to me.
Other sources say Radovid means âdelight to seeâ â someone remarked that non-Netflix Radovid âdelights to see others sufferâ. Alternatively, it may also mean âto see gloryâ
Rience
Welsh, apparently derived from Rhiannon, though Rience specifically focuses on the âgoddessâ meaning of that name, and means âa magical and enchanting goddessâ, apparently, which is quite funny to me
However, there was also a Rience in Arthurian legend, the thing that Yenneferâs âGuinevereâ comes from. He is an enemy of King Arthur (surely, with Yennefer being the âunfaithful wifeâ and Rience being the enemy, Arthur would be Geralt? But then who does Yen cheat on him with? The closest thing Geralt has to a Lancelot, or close companion, is probably Jaskier. Oops)
#the witcher#the witcher netflix#jaskier#yennefer of vengerberg#geralt of rivia#cirilla fiona elen riannon#cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach#emhyr var emreis#pavetta witcher#vespula#fringilla vigo#philippa eilhart#Radovid v#rience#the witcher analysis
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hiiiiiii iâm sososososo into the emphasis you put on names!!! the bit in waca where jask keeps correcting himself from âthe white wolfâ to âgeraltâ and the moment in the one where geralt thanks milena for protecting jask and eskel when she makes him laugh and he switches immediately to geralt in her head? incredible. flawless. a million/10! literally i came to send this bc iâm reading tibooa for like the hundredth time and i NEVER NOTICED BEFORE??? how her name in her own head changes to shrike when gilmeth cuts her hair! iâm crying i love them all so much
Thank you so much!
Names - what you call yourself, what others call you, getting to choose them - are definitely a theme with me. Geralt gets 'Warlord' hung on him and hates it, is mostly alright with 'Wolf' because, well, it's accurate and also it's what Eskel calls him (and he likes it from Eskel), and is happy when people are willing to call him by his actual name. Jaskier gets to choose to be Jaskier, not Julian. And as you say, Shrike gets to choose to be Shrike.
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just remembered the real-life canon not-a-fanfic on-screen scene of geralt softly calling jaskier "jask" with the most tender look in his eye and telling him he doesn't want to put him in danger again and pretty much did the werewolf tearing shirt meme
#THEY WE'RE INSANE FOR THAT. INSANE. DERANGED#they had to have read fic between s1 & s3 bc HELLO????? (ik show writers cant read fic for liability stuff but GOD)#mine#jaskier#geraskier#geralt#the witcher#witcher#geralt of rivia
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I'm currently re-watching the first season of the Witcher... I forgot how much I love Geralt. So I had to write yandere headcanons for him ofc:
He still has to hunt monsters, but he tries to keep it to a minimum, as to not endanger you
When he does have to do something dangerous, he leaves you at the safest place that's nearby-ish. He doesn't tie you down, so you can still run away if you're in danger. At the beginning, this means he always has to chase you down after he gets back, but he couldn't live with himself if you got hurt because you couldn't get away from some monster.
That being said, you quickly realize that Geralt does, in fact, leave you in the safest place possible, whether that's an inn in a town or somewhere in a forest. Running away usually only gets you into trouble that Geralt has to save you from, so at some point you stop running. He always finds you in no time anyways, because of his enhanced senses. You might as well stay where you are, that's less exhausting.
He doesn't punish you for running away. He thinks it's annoying and might grumble and complain a bit while carrying you back, but that's all. He knows that this isn't an ideal situation for you and how could you ever love him, but he just can't live without you.
He does teach you some basic self-defense stuff, and how to act around certain monsters, so you're not totally unprepared if something were to happen. Usually the only thing you should do is run, though. (He teaches you for which monsters you should stand still, so you don't make a horrible mistake)
You'll sleep outside most of the time.
Downside: he insists on cuddling while you sleep. His arms are around you like a vice and you can't go anywhere. Plus the floor is uncomfortable (even if he has started to carry more comfortable sleeping bags etc with him bc you kept complaining) and cold. Really cold.
Upside: At least Geralt runs hot, so he keeps you warm?
Being outside all the time also means you usually have to bathe in various rivers and lakes... Geralt always stands guard with his sword in his hand. Just in case. He has to look at you, to keep you safe! Not because he likes seeing you naked or anything...
If you're ever in a town, don't expect the people there to help you. Nobody wants to enrage a Witcher, especially not the butcher of Blaviken...
Geralt will let you talk to others if you want, as long as you (or they) aren't flirting. He gets jealous easily. So if you don't want them to "mysteriously" disappear, try to be careful about how you talk to others. And who you talk to.
Doesn't care if other people call him names because he's used to it, but if anyone makes a comment about you because you're with him? They're dead.
Lets you ride Roach. of course.
I feel like he would still be friends with Jaskier. Jask would just think you're being silly if you talk about how Geralt kidnapped you and won't let you leave or whatever. "Haha, yeah, I get it, I keep coming back to him as well, his life is just so fascinating! So, what did you think about my new song?". Useless in helping you escape, but at least he's fun to be around. Might try to hit on you once, but immediately realizes that he should never do that again if he wants to live keep being friends with Geralt.
I feel like Yennefer would flirt with you and make demeaning comments like "Can I borrow your little toy?" about you, to piss Geralt off. You don't like when she's there because she always makes him feel like he needs to prove that you're his.
Will probably leave a bite mark on your neck, to mark you as his. So everyone knows not to touch you, even if he's not around.
Yes, he'll take you to Kaer Morhen. The others make fun of him for "acting like a lovesick puppy". He doesn't care, as long as they're not making fun of you. If someone does make fun of you, Geralt will seriously hurt them, unless you convince him not to. In which case he'll have to hear even more comments about how he's totally whipped. But at least it makes the other Witchers like you more, if Geralt hurts them for you that just pisses them off, and in that case nobody has a good time.
#geralt of rivia x reader#yandere!geralt of rivia#yandere!geralt#yandere geralt of rivia#the witcher x reader#x reader#reader insert#yandere#yandere witcher#lycheewritings#yandere geralt
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Somehow, I don't think I've ever truly taken the time to appreciate just how sort of... ridiculous Radovid's introduction scene is?
Not Radovid himself, he's adorable!
But it does make you wonder...
How often does King Vizimir just... randomly yell his name at the top of his lungs like that to get his attention, and then, just... basically lets him carry on, because turns out he didn't want anything from him?
He's like: "Nah, don't worry about it, 'bro! I just felt like loudly shouting your name in a crowd rather than simply telling Dijkstra that I'd decided you'd be leading the 'Princess Ciri finding efforts' from now on! Just reminding him of how adorable you are, you know? Look Dijkstra? Isn't he adorable? That's my baby brother with his little bottle making cute little "whoo! " sounds right there..."
Because, you know, once Radovid realises that his brother is calling him, he makes literally no effort to go see him, either!
I know he's playing dumb/drunk, but still!
"What's that?! Oh, okay! It's just Vizimir trying to locate me. Whoo!"
WHAT *IS* THAT?!
It's like a parent at a children's party suddenly going "SAMUEL!".
Child: *Stops playing to look at their parent.* "What?!"
Parent: "Oh, no worry, honey! I just wanted to make sure you hadn't run off, drowned in the pool, got kidnapped or something! But I see you've got your grape juice bottle and are having fun with your friends, everything's fine! Go on!" Child: "Yay!"
I mean, you might reasonably expect King Vizimir to shout Radovid's name in a crowd like that to get his attention so he can motion to him to come over, and then introduce him to someone he's never met before.
Which, on a meta level, is technically what he's doing: introducing Radovid to the audience.
But in Universe?!?!
It's Dijkstra. Dijkstra knows who the crown prince of Redania is, Vizimir! You could've just told him, and he'd have gotten it! No need to get all dramatic about it!
TL;DR: King Vizimir is a ridiculous drama queen that loves showing off his pet baby brother every chance he gets!
And Radovid's gotten so used to it by now, that he's totally stopped attempting to figure out what his big brother wants when he calls him.
What if it's not just Vizimir, though, and Radovid just has that reputation for constantly getting himself into trouble if left unsupervised for too long.
So, people at court have a habit of periodically shouting his name; just to get him to manifest himself in large crowds, or crawl out of whatever hole or tight space he's crammed himself into, make eye contact, and locate him.
Therefore, in my new personal headcanon, there's now a scene at the Thanedd Ball that pretty much goes:
- Dijkstra: "RADOVID!" - Philippa: *walking over to him* "I think I saw him leave earlier with his royal security detail. He's probably sniffed out the bard's scent..." - Dijkstra: "Oh, good! You made sure those guards understood their assignment, right?" Philippa: "Of course!"
***Meanwhile, in the nearby woods.***
- Captain of the guards: "RADOVID!" - Other guard: "It's no use sir, we've lost him! " - Captain: "Gods damnit! Dijkstra won't be pleased..." - Radovid: *having already put plenty of distance between them, on his way to go see Jaskier* "Whoo!"
It's a good thing Philippa wasn't with them, or what might have happened would have been something closer to:
- Philippa: "Don't worry! I've got this!" *in whispering tones* "Sabrina was right. Valdo Marx's compositions are far superior to Jask -" - Radovid: *instantly traveling across space and time to appear right before her* "Valdo Marx has NOTHING on Jaskier! His sublime ethereal melodies, and the poetry of his lyrics, elevate the bardic arts to -" - Philippa: "Oh. Look. There he is!"
#Radovid#Jaskier#Radskier#Sigismund Dijkstra#Philippa Eilhart#Vizimir#The Witcher#My Posts#My Stuff#My Thoughts#Whoo!
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@hale-of-stiles-heart
ok idea under a cut just cuz it got a lil long
ok so. jaskier's been teaching at oxenfurt. he's made human friends, but he still thinks about geralt constantly, meets up with him once a year to make sure jask's settling in alright, sometimes calls to geralt to ask him to hang out. and he's drunk and he wants his friends to meet geralt and see how lovely his wonderful demon is!!
so. he uses geralt's name. the long one, the one geralt cant ignore.
so he can introduce geralt to all his friends.
and when geralt is pulled there, he's /seething/. full wrath-of-a-demon. he'd been in the middle of an important deal when he was dragged away. perhaps something like, a child being abused, making a deal for protection? but now he's /here/. dragged there by a drunked human treating him like a toy, like a dog to sit and speak on command, no gravity for the immense power jaskier has over him by knowing that, AND the power everyone else in the room has if they can remember what he said. and geralt doesnt hold any of this back, has been violated by humans stomping all over his boundaries for years, tells jaskier all of this, the deal and his feelings and being turned into a puppet.
and at the end of it jaskier, he's sobbing, because he didnt mean any of that. and his friends are all deadly quiet, drunken revelry brought to an end. and when he finds his voice, all he can ask is "will she be alright? the child?"
and geralt still feels angry, and violated, but he softens. pets jaskier's hair, because he a foolish human but he isnt nasty and cruel. thoughtless sometimes in his youth, but not a monster. "i dont know," he says honestly, "we'll just have to hope she summons me again, and soon."
@hale-of-stiles-heart
oh my gods i just had a thought about demon!geralt
ok so i already did the "names have power" thing that i just threw in there. but. what if. geralt's name. is literally the long du haute bellegarde thing. and like, for each piece of a demon's name you know and use, the stronger the compulsion they have to answer your call. like they can ignore a summons if they want to, but with enough of their name you can eventually literally yank them out of whatever theyre doing and FORCE them to be there
so what valdo knew was "geralt of rivia", and that's what most people sortve know, there are other name fragments he responds to. but his full title is something long and obnoxious like:
geralt roger eric du haute bellegarde, knight of rivia, duke of hell, apprentice to archduke-of-hell vesemir and his infernal heir
#witcher tag#ogc tag#especially if like. like. geralt does get called away again#and jask decides to just go home. back to his dorm#so he stumbles his way back but he's drunk and crying which makes him an easy mark#so he gets jumped. and he's determined not to bother geralt /again/ but he's just so damn miserable#and it takes geralt so much longer to respond than he usually does#he eventually comes and scares the men away. but jask's been kicked a few times at that point as they tried to pry his money from him#and geralt can see he needs a first aid kit. so he drags jask somewhere. maybe back to the party or back to jask's room#all jask can do is apologize for calling him again already and geralt hushes him. he asks if the girl's alright#and geralt tells him âthe deal's been struck. she's protected now.â and jaskier slumps in relief#i imagine demon geralt with wings perhaps that he hides often with a glamor. but now theyre out and he curls them around#himself and jaskier. making a safe little bubble for them from the rest of the world#while he bandages jaskier's brow. cleans him up. reassures him its alright now
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Stayaway
In an attempt to get out of funk, here is a very short, not edited, written-directly-into-tumblr, song-inspired grealt x reader fic. Inspired by Stayaway by MUNA (the best band in the world, begging y'all to listen to their music you will be forever changed!!).
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"Come on! I know you're home, I followed you!"
The bard was yelling and banging on your door incessantly and you knew you had to answer eventually. The bastard followed you home after all, he knows where you live.
"I'm not home!" you shouted back, delusional.
"Y/N! I may be a fool but I'm not stupid," he replied, and you could hear the familiar smile pulling at his lips, "Now open up! The door and your heart!"
"Jask," you sighed, laughing despite yourself at his poetic antics, "go away!"
"No! I miss you!"
"I'm not home!" you tried again, will wavering.
"Y/N!" he pleaded, and you swore you could hear half that cursed smile pull down into a pout.
You rested your forehead against the door and bit your lip, debating. All the while, your hand betrayed you, reached for the doorknob and turned it open.
Before you knew it, you were face to face with an old friend and while the sight of him filled you with joy, you were also flooded with other, less welcome feelings of remembrance.
"Y/N!" he exclaimed, pushing himself into your home and saving you from dwelling on the heavy memories that tried to creep up over you. "You're home, what are the odds?"
"Hilarious as always, Jaskier," you said, closing the door behind him. "What brings you to my little hamlet?"
"Fate, chance, what have you," he said, his cheery demeanor working overtime to cover for his abject curiosity, "The sea called and I had to answer. You know how it is."
"I do, do I?"
"Don't you? I mean you just disappeared... I assumed something called and you, you know, answered?" His tone stayed light, the practiced levity of someone who's spent years buttering people up for information all while staying neutral.
"I guess..." you bit your cheek, busying yourself by playing hostess, and pouring you both a glass of wine, "things changed and I thought, 'hell, why not change too?'"
"Fair enough... oh thank you."
"Of course," you said, taking a sip of wine yourself before guiding you both towards your couch, "but seriously Jaskier, why are you here?"
"Seriously? I was just passing through on my way to Oxenfurt when I saw a familiar face. A face I thought I'd never see again..."
You looked up from your glass then, but immediately regretted it when you met the bard's earnest gaze.
"Yennefer thought she saw you in Novigrad a while back but then... nothing. We thought you were gone for good."
"Jaskier, come on," you pleaded, praying he wouldn't elaborate on who 'we' entailed, while another, less disciplined part of you hoped for the opposite. Maybe if you knew he missed you, maybe if you knew he was looking for you... maybe you could let yourself be found.
No!
"Don't shake your head at me, Y/N. You disappear from the city, you quit your job, no one has seen you at the pub, the library - anywhere!"
"I- I know... but Jask," you stammered, trying to start three sentences at once and fumbling them all.
"I mean, you loved your job, didn't you? And what about us?" he asked, voice cracking slightly. "Gods, was the breakup that bad?"
"The thing is, Jask," you sputtered between large sips of wine, "It wasn't. It was easy, actually. He did what he always does when we fight; scowl, shut down, turn away, and then take it out on our friends. The break was clean."
"If it was so clean, then why did you leave?"
"It's the rest of it! The, the staying away that was, is impossible. If I had stayed and kept going it out with you guys, we'd drink and dance and I'd wonder where he is. Or one moment I'd be at the library studying and the next, Yen be asking me about the breakup and trying to 'cheer' me up by bringing up the good times and next thing you know? I'm answering the door for him when he rolls back into town injured and brooding. I couldn't stand it! I- I couldn't risk it."
"That's -"
"Pathetic? I know."
"No! No, but if there were so many good times, so many reasons to go back then why not-"
"Damn it, Jaskier! This is why I had to leave." You said, gesturing between the two of you before dropping your hand on your lap with a smack. "If I let him back in, then he's not the man who broke my heart anymore. Not the one who told me I was overemotional for being worried when he'd disappear for months. Suddenly everything is fine... until it's not and I'm hurt and alone again."
You felt tears begin to prick the back of your eyes and shoved the heel of your palms into them to force them down.
"Hey... Y/N," Jaskier said, gently pulling your hands away from your eyes and taking them in his. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."
"It's okay," you said, giving your friends hands a squeeze and looking up to the ceiling, letting your tears fall for a moment, "I'm okay."
"Y/N..."
"Oh alright, but I'll be okay," you amended, laughing at yourself lightly and wiping the tears away. "Jaskier, don't look so sad. I just need time, space, distance... I will be fine."
Your words had little effect on your friend though, who seemed to grow more anxious and sad with every passing moment. You quirked your brow at him and shoved his shoulder playfully, trying to break the mood.
"Jaskier, will you relax?" you asked, desperate to get him to smile now. You really had missed Jaskier and now that he was here, you realized how much you wanted him to stick around.
"Y/N, I'm really sorry." He whispered, refusing to meet your gaze.
You were about to try another lighthearted quip when you heard a knock at your door. Not someone knocking, just a knock. One quick but deliberate rap.
"Who...?" you heard yourself asking, even though you only ever knew one person who knocked on doors like that.
"Y/N, I'm so so sorry," Jaskier kept repeating. "I really didn't know. I never would have told him if I'd known."
Your mouth was bone dry but you couldn't get your hand to reach for your glass of wine. You just kept staring at Jaskier, watching him babble.
"I'll go tell him to leave, Y/N, I'm so sorry," you heard him say, his voice barely registering over the ringing in your ears.
You felt him get up off the couch, your blurred vision registering the now empty spot on the couch only after you heard your door be pulled open.
Every fiber of your being was on fire. You were frozen. You wanted to throw yourself on the floor. You wanted to run to him.
"Y/N..." you heard him say. Fuck he sounded sad. You wanted to hold him, tell him it'll be okay. You wanted to slam the door in his face. You forgive him. You'll never forgive yourself.
Against your better judgement, you felt yourself to turn look towards the front door and your breath caught when you saw him.
Gods above, you thought, he should have stayed away.
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Things we learned/confirmed about our bard in S3:
He's a slut (and we support and defend the bard's slutty rights).
He's a Monster fucker (at least for once and once again we support and defend the bard's slutty rights).
The best tiddies in the Continent
He's a cat boy
Has platonic feelings for Geralt
Has a crush on Rafovid because he's different
Is bisexual (more pansexual)
Wears eyeliner
Is Ciri's funcle
Geralt's and Yennefer's best friend and #1 trusted person
Geralt calls him "Jask".
Keeps writing love songs to cry all night long
He's still the Sandpiper
He's traumatized
He's the bravest bait that ever lived
And finally, Joey Batey is the love of my life
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Kinktober Day 4 - Thigh Riding | Sex Pollen - Jaskier x Fem!Reader
Thigh riding | Sex pollen | Forced orgasmÂ
Disclaimer: I did interpret âsex pollenâ as loose as aphrodisiac - itâs not an actual pollen, itâs a liquid. Also, it's late, I have work, I did rush a little to get this out but it's better than another day sans post I hope!
Summary: Geralt had warned you of the dangers of consorting with witches. But you had never anticipated the dangers being this.
Warnings: NSFW, Public Sex/Orgies, Aphrodisiac, Dub Con because of the aphrodisiac but they love each other I swear.
Geralt had warned you.
Geralt had warned you of the dangers of witches often enough. Even Yennefer, a witch herself, often advised against mingling with others that dabble in Chaos.
But that didnât stop Jaskier from accepting the opportunity of performing on behalf of a townâs witch.
It didnât stop you from attending the gathering in support of him.
Which is how the pair of you wound up in the mansion of the local townâs âhealerâ, surrounded by townsfolk that were in the know, and various other mages and witches.
Jaskier had sung wonderfully, as captivating as he ever did - and to hold the attention of those as vain as witches and mages was no small feat, youâll give him that.
As the night went on, he was free to mingle, returning to your side and sip on the wine that was being freely poured, to feast on the foods presented.
âAnd to think Geralt was worried,â Jaskier scoffed, in his element, overconfident in the way he often became when things were going a little too smoothly.
It didnât stop you from smiling though, an easy grin matching his on your face. âA worrywart, that one. A white haired worrywart of a Witcher.â
âIsnât he just? He ought to have more trust in us.â
You chuckled, taking another sip before waving your glass in emphasis. âDid he warn you about the wine?â
âNo, what of it?â
âYennefer mentioned some witches put something in it, an aphrodisiac. Makes the night more fun as it goes on.â
Jaskier made a face, somewhere between a grimace and a grin. âOh woe is me, a witchâs orgy. Save me, Butcher of Blaviken!â
A snort escapes you as the pair of you take another sip, continuing to pass the time discussing his various adventures with Geralt, his performance, and the various attendees of the soiree.
The conversation carried on easily, until the vibe of the room suddenly, inexplicably, intangiblyâŠShifted
Suddenly the air was heavier, thicker in a way that was hotter, heavier. It felt as though the voices of the other partygoers was quieting, slowing down. You became more aware of certain things - men sitting with their hands on other womenâs thighs, just a little too high. A flush on womenâs cheeks that ran a little brighter, went a little further down than the typical blush from too much wine.
And you were very aware of Jaskier sitting beside you.
His thigh lightly touching yours was suddenly scalding you, but in a way that you felt you simply couldnât move away.
You hadnât realized you had stopped listening to the conversation entirely until Jaskier called your name.
You met his eyes, ready to apologize, before immediately regretting it.
Were his eyes always so piercing? His hair always so soft? Did you always notice how deeply he unbuttoned his shirt, how noticeable the droplets of sweat were running down it.
Oh.
Oh.
âJaskier,â you croaked out, suddenly noticing how dry your mouth was. You licked your lips and continued. âJaskier, the wine. I donât think Geralt was wrong.â
âHmm?â the bard only hummed, and you met his eyes again. He was practically in a trance, staring at where your tongue had darted out to wet your lips.
Slowly, around you, you begin to hear soft sighs, and the lower, hushed tones of lovers speaking to one another.
You grow more aware of the unbearable, present, nearly painful heat between your legs, and when you shift, you realize that youâre already drenched.
âJaskâŠâ
The bard reached forward, placing a large, warm, calloused hand on your thighs.
âThey spiked the wine,â he breathes out, turning himself enough that his head is resting against yours, words breathing right in your ear and sending chills down your spine.
âMhm,â your eyes are closed, trying to ignore the stimuli coming from all senses that your body seems hyper aware of. The gasps, the quiet moans, people growing closer.
Jaskier right beside you.
âDarling we can leave right now,â he breathes, hand on your thigh growing tighter, wandering ever so slightly higher. âWe can rent a room in the nearest tavern - or two, if you want to wait this out. We donât have to stay -â
You cut him off, pushing him back. You can see him start to form an apology, but before giving him the chance you stand and move to position yourself on his lap, straddling his legs and capturing him in a frantic kiss.
Itâs not coordinated, or careful, or planned. The moment Jaskierâs brain catches up to what youâve done, heâs immediately pried your lips open with his tongue, tasting you, claiming you, his hand coming around to cradle your head and pull you in deeper. His other hand wanders quickly, greedily, grasping at every inch of you that he can.
You already donât want clothes in the way.
As quickly as you get on him, you stand again. The bard is dazed, bright eyes nothing but dark pupils gazing at you as you begin to make quick work of your clothes.
Itâs the wine, some tiny, miniscule part in the back of your mind speaks. Itâs the wine making you strip in front of a room of strangers, the wine making you mount your friend in a fit of desire.
The wine. Only the wine.
It has to be.
Your hands, in their flurry, begin to struggle with the laces, of which Jaskier is far too eager to help you with.
He leans forward, reaching up to help you loosen the corset. As itâs flung somewhere to your side, he makes quick work of your undershirt, your skirts.
Quickly, so quickly it all began, and just as quickly youâre completely nude, with the bard urging you back into his lap.
In your haste, you slip a little, falling to one side and straddling only one of his thighs.
Despite this you moan, jolting slightly as sliding on the thigh offers some friction to your throbbing clit.
âFuck,â you gasp, grasping on to his shoulders tightly, your body moving without your full consent as you seek any form of relief to the growing burn within you.
Itâs too much, the feeling of the cotton trousers beneath you, offering a burning friction to satiate your need, the growing groans echoing throughout the entire room.Â
Itâs not enough, when Jaskier himself lets out a beautiful moan, feeling you begin to soak through his clothes as you claw at him desperately.
âDove, please,â he begs, leaning forward to pepper your neck and collarbone with bites. Your hips rock faster, until he tugs harshly at your hair, exposing your neck fully as you shout. His teeth mark your neck and his grip remains firm, his other hand wandering down to aide your movements.Â
Your mind, in its wine and drug and lust addled haze, can only focus on two things: easing the burn between your legs, and hearing one of his beautiful sounds again.
And so your hand promptly finds his cock, working it through the flap in his trousers and stroking.
Gods is he hard.
Itâs his turn to have his head thrown back, to let out a loud, melodic moan to the room to join the symphony of the othersâ. Itâs rougher than you expected, lightly due to his night of signing and shouting boisterously to a room, but hells did it ever manage to turn you on.
Youâre rushing it, you know it, he knows it, but somehow no one can bring themselves to mind as you raise yourself up further, straddling him properly once again.
You stare into the bardâs blue eyes, taking in every expression as you sink down fully, gasping as you feel every inch, every curve, every vein. Itâs easy, with how wet youâve become, and within seconds youâre riding him and hard as you can.
Heâs eager to help you, hands grasping your hips so tightly theyâre bound to leave bruises, controlling your pace and pulling you ever so slightly closer.
âThis isnât,â Jaskier gasped out, between groans and moans bites to your neck. âThis isnât what I wanted for our first night together.â
âYou dreamed of this?â You tease half-heartedly, feeling a warmth in your heart bloom despite the absurdity of the situation.
Was this bard really about to give you a love confession whilst balls deep in you in the midst of a sex party?
âOf course,â he moaned, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. âGods, so many nights I wanted to have you, in the nearest room in a tavern, against the nearest wall, in the midst of camp. There was a plan, wine and dinner and singing and flowers, just us - fuck do that again.â
You reach for his hair, forcefully pulling his head back to meet your gaze.
âWeâll do this again,â you promise, thighs burning as you ride faster, chasing that growing feeling within you. âIâve wanted it too, and weâll talk about it when this damned wine isnât in our heads but Jaskier, please just fuck me right now Iâm so close -â
He stops you, hand travelling forward to meet your clit, rubbing in just the right way that has you seeing stars within seconds.
With your high comes his, and you canât help but whine at the feeling of his cum shooting deep within you, warming you from the inside out as you clutch each other desperately, needly, as though you were the answer to some eternal unasked question.
As the pair of you come down, gasping, panting, your ears pick up the rest of the party beginning to quiet as well. It was almost as if the spell had a time limit, you thought aimlessly.
As you came to, and the sensations began to dull, your mind grew louder.
You had just fucked Jaskier.
You were still sitting on his cock.
As you go to move, his hand holds your hip tightly, and the other travels upwards to brush some hair out of your face, cupping your cheek. His gaze is gentle, kind, but hungry.
âWeâll do it again, you say?â he teases, that overconfident smirk back on his face. You can feel him hardening inside you once again, and you shift as a reflex, causing a burst of heat to ignite in you once again. âWhat say you to back at the inn?â
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They did not give me cannonical aphrodisiac usage at witch parties for nothing.
Thank you to @flightlessangelwings for their Kinktober list this year!
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âWhat would you give to save him?â
âAnything,â Jaskier replies truthfully.
Instead of claiming Jaskierâs soul or whatever ominous, otherworldly voices do, it says, âBy the gods, that is precious! Iâll heal him with no charge this time, and Iâll grant you a boon because itâs been centuries since Iâve seen such beautiful devotion!â
Confused, but not wanting to offend the powerful being who was suddenly being very helpful, Jaskier says, âIâI am honored by this favor you have shown us. I swear to write a song in your honor, my dear.â
âArenât you just lovely? You may dedicate your song to âThe One Who Joins Handsââ
Jaskier had no idea what the fuck that meant, but he made a mental note.
âAnd your boon?â
âPardon?â
âWhat would you like as your boon?â
âOh,â what would he like? More importantly, what wouldnât come back to bite him in the arse later?
âHow about I guarantee that your love will always remain true?â
âOh, well, thereâs really no need.â Jaskier would like even the barest hope that heâll get over his unrequited feelings some day. And Geralt would hate for his feelings to be messed with. This being liked the idea of them together though, so best to find a good excuse. âI do not doubt my beloved. Really, the only thing to separate us would be my shorter lifespan.â
âDone!â
âWhatâ?â
âYour lifespan is now tied to his! Youâre welcome!â
âââ
Geralt wakes and is surprised to be alive. He soon spots his bard, staring dazedly at nothing.
"JaskâŠ" Geralt called, hurrying to the bard's side, gently patting his face. "Jaskier, wake up."
It took a moment, but Jaskier's eyes eventually fluttered open, regaining focus. "Geralt, you're alright!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around the Witcher in an embrace.
"Yeah, I'm alright. But what about you?" Geralt asked, his voice tinged with confusion.
"I'm fine. Do you⊠not remember anything?" Jaskier replied cautiously.
"The last thing I remember, I was fighting something⊠must have killed it if it's gone now," Geralt said with a shrug.
Jaskier froze, his mind racing. Geralt didnât rememberâhe didnât know about the deal. The bargain Jaskier had struck with *The One Who Joins Hands* to bring him back.
"We should probably get going," Geralt continued. "I promised to meet Yennefer soon."
Of course, Jaskier thought bitterly. Geralt loved Yennefer. Never him.
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Here is my thumb at the polling station!! I was gonna take a picture directly outside but someone else was taking a selfie and I felt weird waiting for her to be done. Anyway what do I get in exchange??
HELLO THUMB. I like that you've got a different coloured sign, bravo.
I'm using this opportunity to share some of what might actually be the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written. This is the start of chapter two, but... yeah. It's pretty obvious what's going on here. The only context I'll give is that this is post-everything, post-game, "settled down and married and owning an inn in Toussaint".
(I'd also like to thank @spielzeugkaiser for encouraging this one)
Also adding a cut because it's long and I couldn't decide where to cut it off đ
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âGeralt, my darling love, my handsome witcher, my saviour of men?â
âWhat do you want?â
âIâ what makes you think I want something?â
âYou only use that tone when you want something and itâsââ Geralt shuffled around in bed and peered out of the window. It was still dark out. âBefore dawn,â he finished. Paused. âWhat are you doing up, anyway?â
Jaskier stared down at him, dressed only in a nightshirt which Geralt was fairly certain was his.
âI heard a noise,â he said.
Geralt resisted the urge to pull him back into bed. âYou heard a noise.â He repeated, tonelessly.
âYes. It woke me up,â Jaskier continued. âAnd now thereâs something in the stables.â
With a grumble, Geralt finally sat up. âWhat is it?â
Jaskier gave him an exaggerated sigh. âWell I donât know, do I?â
âWhy donât you go check, then?â
âWhat if itâs a bandit? Or some sort of horrid beasty? You truly canât expect me to deal with it, can you?â
For a moment, Geralt considered suggesting just that. But Jaskier had a point. He was famously unhelpful in these sorts of situations. With a sigh, he swung himself out of bed and hastily dressed in the first clothes that he could get his hands on. After a second of consideration, he grabbed his sword as well.
âCome on, then.â
There was a disturbance in the stables, it turned out. Geralt could hear the horses snuffling and pacing - clearly something had spooked them. As they approached the sturdy stone building, Geralt could see that the door was swinging open.
âStay here,â he muttered towards Jaskier over his shoulder.
âRight-o.â
The stables smelled like horse and sweat. But beneath that, a tang that Geralt didnât recognise. And beneath that, one he did: blood.
It was too early and he was too tired to fuck about. He gripped his sword, set his shoulders, and called into the dark.
âI know youâre in here,â he said. âShow yourself.âÂ
At first, nothing happened. And then there was a rustle from the far corner, and a voice.
âPlease, mâLordââÂ
A head appeared over the hay. A man. He was all cheekbones and angles, with a thatch of wild untamed hair. Geraltâs first thought was how young he looked. Probably no older than twenty-three or four. He looked terrified, too, and his eyes swept over Geralt in a dance Geralt had grown familiar with. The expression of fear melded from one of being caught, to one of being caught by a witcher.
As the man moved, the smell of blood grew stronger. There was a little cut on his face, just below his eye - which was marred with a huge purple bruise - but that alone wasnât enough for such a strong scent. Geralt wondered where else he was bleeding from.
He wasnât a bandit. He didnât seem particularly dangerous.
âPlease,â the man repeated, struggling to his feet. âPlease, Iâll justâ Iâll go, I swear, I just neededââ
He took a step forwards and immediately toppled, grabbing onto the wall to steady himself. He was clearly more hurt than he was letting on, and he looked exhausted. Geralt wondered how long heâd been running for. What he was running from. When he met the manâs eyes, they were wide and swimming with unspilled tears, and again, all Geralt could think was how young he looked.
Younger than Ciri, even.
Shit. Geralt was going soft.Â
âJask,â he called over his shoulder. âCome here. I need a handâŠâ
Jaskierâs face appeared in the doorway.
âIâm not sure what you think I canââ his eyes landed on the man. âOh. Oh, Gods, Geralt, whatâs going on?â
Geralt shrugged. âI donât know. Help me get him insideâŠâ
Jasker, thank Melitele, was better at this than Geralt. He quickly rushed over to the man, wrapped an arm under his shoulders to support him, and started talking to him in a low, calming tone.
âAre you alright? Look, justâ youâre going to be okay, yeah? Just lean on me like thatââ
Together, they manoeuvred the young man out of the stable and across the yard, his legs threatening to give out with every step.
âThank youââ he mumbled, his voice hoarse. âThank you, I donâtâ I justâ Thank youââ
âThatâs quite alright,â Jaskier said, giving him a little squeeze. âWhatâs your name?â
The man sniffed, and winced.
âPenn.â
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He called him 'Jask' đ„șđ€đ€
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