#bamf jaskier

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Geralt is offered a contract from a god. Specifically, the god of war, power, and retribution.

This god wants news of his son: a demigod whose divine heritage has been kept secret from him.

You see the god was unable to visit his son directly lest his jilted wife take vengeance.

Not wanting to offend a literal god, Geralt can only accept the contract.

He finds the god’s son, but Jaskier isn’t at all what he expected.

The demigod of Music, Hope, and Peace. He's mischievous, loudmouthed, horny, sassy, and more than willing to get into a barfight. When questioned about this, he only looked at Geralt incredulously. "Do you think every war is won with pacifism? Sometimes you have to fight." He seems to uplift spirits no matter where he goes or what he does. The downtrodden get this glint in their eyes where they believe they can turn it all around. Geralt is pretty sure he's got more than enough information to tell the god. But he's a tad... Worried about doing so. What will the god do when he learns of Jaskier (the demigod)? Will he hurt him? Kill him? Bring him away from the humans? Geralt may not have spent very long with Jaskier, but he knows damn well that he'd detest being away from humans. So Geralt decides it wouldn't hurt to stay and travel with the demigod just a little bit longer. What's the worst that can happen?

[jaskier-cult]

human witcher jaskier

imagine, for a second, witcher Jaskier ... who isn't actually a witcher, but he's trying his damned hardest at it.

after he splits from Geralt at the mountain, people keep recognising him as "the witcher's bard," and they think the witcher isn't far behind him. they give him contracts and ask him for help, except ... well, Geralt isn't here, is he? but witchers are a dying breed. how many more people will die before an actual witcher will finally meander into town? Jaskier can't just turn away people in need!

so, what does he do?

he puts down his precious lute, picks up a silver sword, and he uses the long-ago sword lessons he learned as a noble's son to dispatch the nekker's nest.

he employs his own skills and uses the knowledge he gained from Geralt over the years. and he almost dies and gets hurt really badly, but the job is done! he actually did it! and when he goes to confirm the kill with the alderman, he lies and says that Geralt is tending to his wounds while Jaskier picks up the money.

this creates a dangerous pattern of Jaskier unwittingly picking up contracts when given them, even fighting off larger monsters sometimes. he eventually stops lying about Geralt being around and just takes on contracts himself. this creates rumors that travel fast, about a human taking on witcher contracts, and succeeding. and let's just say, actual witchers? well, they're mighty curious about this little human parading around as one of them.

[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.

[geraskierficrecs]

An Offer You Can’t Refuse Update!

Read the latest chapter here.

Teaser:

His wolf was raging–on the edge of fully feral–and wanted vengeance for all that had happened.

He barely remembered the days that followed learning who they’d captured.  Saving Aiden was only a gift in that it meant Jaskier’s biggest weakness was safely protected by the Kaer pack.  There was no relief knowing that it also meant that Jaskier was captured by Emhyr and surrounded by enemies.

Because he’d tried to save Geralt.

Images of the dark wolf leaping over him to rip into his enemies haunted him.  He thought of how many days he’d spent angry at Jaskier for keeping secrets and hiding his identity from Geralt.  All of it felt vapid and ridiculous now.  Jaskier had never harmed the Kaer Pack beyond the implications of his existence.  Even after Geralt lashed out at him, he’d continued to protect him.

It’s a hell of a courting gift.  Eskel’s words haunted him.

He didn’t want to think about what he’d let slip out of his fingers.  It felt too much like accepting that he wouldn’t get it back again.  Losing Jaskier had erased the feeble lies he’d been telling himself about why Jaskier had been so important to him from the moment they’d met.  It whispered of a truth behind the way his eyes always found the musician in the room and why learning he was gone had nearly broken him.

Mate, his wolf whined.

Our mate, he agreed.

[mytimehascom3]

Please some one help me, I while back I read a fanfic about Jaskier as a dragon, but his father is Vesemir and he has two brothers who are also Vesemirs kids, each son is paired up with one of the wolf witchers. I’ve been trying so hard to find it but can’t seem to. If anyone knows what the name of the fic is or who the author is I would really appreciate it.

[k-laconia-bug1]

A different type au of Fairy tail crossover with Witcher but Jaskier and Lucy are still twins

@thesebrkenbones

When Jaskier and Lucy are 9 Queen Calanthe heard news of Jude Heartfilia neglect on the twins decided to raise them Herself alongside her daughter Pavetta, allowing Jaskier and Lucy Magic to flourish and grow stronger while also not being separated

Calanthe and Layla were best friends growing up growing distance after their respective marriages and are eachother godmother to they're children

Lucy and Jaskier joined the Guild when they were 15 per there mothers wishes and when they were 19 is when tenrou Island happened Jaskier (in pretty much all my au's) is left behind and he wanders the path accepting the odd job here and there when he hears news of what happened he is distraught running back to Cintra to Tell Calanthe when Jaskier turns 21 (2 years into the 7 year timeskip) he meets Geralt

When growing up Jaskier and Lucy decided to learn a secondary magic Re-quip and are nearly as skilled as Erza most to Aquarius assistants along with Calanthe that they don't just use a whip as a weapon

Along with meeting Geralt. Jaskier keeps his magic hidden for 2 years (when Jaskier turns 23 4 years into the time skip) its exposed during Djinn episode right before it can slit Jaskiers throat Jaskier has it knocked out cold with a burst of magic after enchanting Geralt into a deep sleep for 8 hours (suck it Geralt get a full night's rest) with the aid of a wool bomb

Jaskier drags Geralt to Fairytail to explain that he has Ethernanos Magic

Geralt with a tad upset with his Bard for not telling him he understood and invited Jaskier to kaer morhen during the last 3 years of the time skip Geralt and Jaskier have grown much Closer

Geralt helps Jaskier with the grief of losing his twin sister and Wendy

Geralt and Jaskier meet Yennifer on a mission request it was near where they were at the time and it was yennifer simply putting up a request to have a discussion between magics simply wishing to know the differences

Yennifer and Jaskier grow close with a sibling sort of rivalry, and Jaskier Gently tells Yen that Mind Magik is strictly Forbidden as the magic council no matter if it's choas or Ethernanos Magik

Yennifer and Geralt never get together they just have a drink or two whenever to talk about Jask

Aka protection squad

When Lucy meets Geralt for the first time she just knows Gerskier are in love and Lucy approves of the tall witcher

Lucy and Yennifer meet and also grow a sibling bond

Jaskier eases Calanthe rage when the law of surpise happen

Calanthe "Jules you better stay with that witcher make sure my grand baby will be safe"

Geralt when drunk is a Jaskier simp and becomes a big teddy bear just wanting Jask cuddles

[rurutts]

Really miss reading mid to long Fanfics but I feel like I've reached the end with all my fave fandoms/ships ugh

Does anyone else get this lol

Maybe my interests are too niche or smthing but I swear I've read everything 😭

[a-prompt-archive]

If The Witcher took place in modern times, Jaskier would win the Eurovision song contest.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Assumptions

(Eskel finds out about Feral!Jaskier)

Eskel always enjoyed the winters when Jaskier stayed with them at Kaer Morhen. It was never dull when he was around. The more Eskel got to know him, the more he liked him. The man was talented, highly educated, entertaning, and a genious when it came to music. He was loyal, and cared deeply for the people he held close to his heart.

And while he was highly educated, and intelligent, he was also, well, to put it bluntly, dumb of a**. The man couldn't fight worth a d*mn. His strategy for avoiding trouble was to talk/joke his way out of it, seduce his way out, or scream and run like h*ll.

Even though Jaskier couldn't really fight, that didn't stop him from causing trouble. Eskel figured it was because not too many people were willing to mess with a man who was under the protecton of a scary Witcher, and an equally scary sorceress.

Still, the Wolves were concerned that Jaskier couldn't defend himself. They had tried several times over the winters to train him at least a little, but the bard just didn't seem interested. No one appeared to be concerned about Jaskier's lack of survival skills, so Coen had taken it upon himself to try to train the bard. He had, after only a few weeks, completely given up and told his brothers not to even bother.

Eskel had been shocked. When he questioned him on the decision, Coen had replied simply that Jaskier was absolute dogsh*t at it, and it would be more dangerous to train him. Eskel suspected that his sour mood had something to do with the hip pointer he'd aquired while trying to train Jaskier.

According to Lambert, it had been a complete sh*t show, and Coen had ended up falling hard on some tumbledown masonry when Jaskier had slipped and collided with him. Eskel decide that if Jaskier couldn't fight, he was just going to have to help Geralt look after him on the Path as much as he could.

That was how he found himself meeting up with Geralt and Jaskier one summer. They had crossed paths by chance and Eskel decided to travel with them for a while. Past experience had taught him just how hard a time Geralt had keeping the bard alive on the Path. Jaskier seemed determined to unintentionally yeet himself off this mortal coil at every opportuniy. Jaskier was happy to see Eskel. He rarely saw his friends outside of Kaer Morhen, so any chance meeting was welcome.

They stopped in Aldersberg to rest and let Jaskier earn some coin. The people had been genrous, and he had earned enough for supplies and a little extra to squirrel away. Geralt and Eskel were packing their things while Jaskier went down to get the horses. He was gone just a little too long.

F**k. He was probably getting into touble.

Sure enough, when the Witchers found him, he was being confronted by three angry men. Things were not looking good. Jaskier was already scuffed and had a bloody nose. He was definitely in trouble. Eskel was mentally thrown off balance when, instead of rushing to help, Geralt was just hanging back, watching.

"What the h*ll, Geralt!"

"What do you mean, 'wait'?"

"Geralt, he's in trouble-!" one of the men dragged Jaskier up by the collar, punched him in the jaw, then drew his sword.

F**k you, Geralt! Eskel thought, and rushed in.

He slammed into the man with the sword, sending him tumbling across the stable yard to crash into the stone wall. He turned and saw the second man was down, and Jaskier was struggling with the last one. They both fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and curses. The man snarled in pain and his wicked looking bloodstained push knife went flying into the dirt. The scent of blood was in the air, and blood was beginning to pool on the ground.

Eskel reached for Jaskier, grabbing the back of his jacket, intending to pull him off the man.

Geralt's warning shout of "No, Eskel! Get away from him-!" came too late.

Eskel was knocked over backwards as Jaskier threw his bodyweight into him. His head was spinning as Jaskier attacked him. Pain exploded on the left side of his throat, just below his jaw. He felt something hot run down his neck, and his survival instincts kicked in. Eskel shoved his thumb into the jugular notch at the base of Jaskier's throat.

The bard made a choking sound and jerked, sitting back on Eskel's torso. Eskel saw him pull two knives from inside his jacket.

Holy f**k those knives were his!

Jaskier turned, his attention going to Geralt, who was apporaching slowly, his hands up and empty. Eskel covered the bleeding wound on his throat, trying to stauch the flow of blood.

Jaskier turned at the movement and Eskel recoiled at the cold, intense look in his eyes. He'd never seen him look that way. He had definitely never seen him pointing a knife at Geralt either, or with blood smeared around his mouth... This was not his Jaskier...

"Jaskier, it's us! It's Geralt and Eskel. Calm down." Geralt said, mentally cursing. He wished Yen was here. She was always able to bring Jaskier back to himself when his feral side came out.

Jaskier's fingers moved restlessly on the grip of the push knife he had pointed at Geralt. His hand twitched. A warning.

Geralt stopped walking, immediately going compeletly still. Geralt knew that if he moved any closer, Jaskier was going to drop the push knife, and go for the throwing knives.

He knew Jaskier wasn't seeing faces right now. He was too far into his feral state for that. He was only registering shapes, movement and sound.

"Julek, " Geralt said gently, "Julek, it's alright, they're gone." He hoped the use of the diminutive of his name would snap him out of it. It always seemed to work when Yennefer did it.

It apparently was a Yennefer Thing because it had no effect when Geralt did it.

F**k.

Geralt was more that slightly purturbed, and maybe just a little bit jealous at how Yennefer could just walk up to Jaskier when he was in this state, call him 'Julek', touch him, and he would just come back to himself. It was like watching a little girl walk up to the meanest f***ing bull in the village, and tame it with pat on the nose.

Geralt wasn't Yennefer, so he had to come up with a different way to fix this sh*t show.

He started Distress purring, not knowing what else to do. The sound thrummed, deep and rolling. He saw the way the knives wavered slightly as the sound vibrated through the air.

He kept it up, and Jaskier's arms started to untense, the push knives slowly lowering. Geralt saw his eyes unfocus for a minute.

Geralt knew he was starting to feel the soothing rocking sensation the purring was causing in his head. He purred louder.

Eskel started quietly talking to him while Geralt purred. "It's me, Jaskier, " he said softly, his hand moving up to slowly rub up and down Jaskier's thigh. "It's your 'Esol'. Come on, you remember," Eskel could feel the blood soaking into the collar of his gambeson.

Jaskier turned those hard eyes on him when he felt him touch him. It was getting hard to concentrate, to watch both men at the same time. The feeling of his own blood pounding in his head was starting to fade, and his mind was starting to feel quieter. Rational thoughts were starting to bob to the surface.

Eskel kept rubbing his leg and talking softly, ignoring the knife, "It's Eskel. You didn't forget me, did you, Baby Bird?"

Jaskier blinked. Baby Bird.

That name was familiar... That was what his friend Eskel called him...

"Baby Bird, put them down."

The cold, hard edge in Jaskier's eyes faded.

He took in the scene, saw Eskel bleeding heavily from his neck, saw the push knives in his hands. Tasted the blood in his mouth. He'd hurt Eskel! Oh gods, he'd hurt Eskel!

His face went pale and he dropped the knives, throwing himself off the injured Witcher to retch in the dirt.

Geralt was right there, hand rubbing up and down his back, still purring.

"I-I...," Jaskier stammered, looking at the blood on his hands, and on his shirt. "Shhhh," Geralt shushed him, "We'll talk about it later. We need to get Eskel patched up."

They got Eskel back into their room, got Jaskier calmed down, and Yennefer was summoned. Geralt filled Eskel in on the whole backstory while they cleaned themselves up and waited for Yennefer.

"F**k me," Eskel said, impressed, "You'd never know from just looking at him!" He reached over to Jaskier, who was kneeling beside the bed, and ruffled his hair, "Trained with an elven assasin. D*mn, Songbird, you're amazing! And you, Geralt, you're an ar*ehole for not telling me."

"Hmm."

"Those other ar*eholes know too??? Why the h*ll didn't any of you tell me?"

"'F**k around and find out'? F**k you! F**k all of you b**tards!"

Yennefer had been unsettled by the injury. It was on the left side of Eskel's throat, right under his jaw. She recognized the pattern of the marks.

Jaskier had almost severed Eskel's cartoid artery. With his teeth.

Yennefer used her magic, sealing up the ugly wound, and leaving him another set of scars. When she was done, she went to make sure Jaskier was okay. She sat with him on the bed while Eskel changed out of his bloodly clothes.

She let him lean his head on her shoulder, holding his hand, fingers laced through his. Yennefer tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear, stroked his cheek, and fussed with the lace on his collar while carrying on a private mental conversation with him. He smiled at something she thought to him, then took her hand and raised it to his lips to kiss her fingers.

"I'm so sorry, Eskel..." Jaskier mumbled miserably as he watched Eskel inspect the new scars on his throat. Eskel snorted with a cheeky smile. "It's not the first Love Bite you've given me, Baby Bird," he said, holding up his wrist to show him the bite scar there. "Now I've got another Love Bite! The others are going to be so jealsous, especially Lambert!"

"That's not a Love Bite," Geralt said with a smirk, "It's on your throat. That's a Mating Bite. You two are married now."

"But that's a werewolf thing! And anyway, it's just a myth made up by writers of erotic literature!" Eskel protested.

"Read a lot of erotic literature about werewolves, do you?" Geralt inquired, raising an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you even know what erotic literature is."

"Man, f**k you!"

It became The Joke and Eskel and Jaskier ran with it all winter long. Yennefer spent that winter in Kaer Morhen so she wouldn't miss a moment of watching the mayhem.

Eskel got to hear his bothers tell their stories about how they found out about Feral!Jaskier, and show off their scars. Except for Lambert, whose scars were in a place he couldn't show in the presence of mixed company.

And Eskel was reminded to never make assumptions. And never f**k with the bard.

[hudine]

This is another Doctor Who - Witcher crossover I’ve got the first chapter done on. This takes place in the same multiverse as my other Doctor Who fic sideways parenthood only 300 years later. You don’t have to have read it but it would help explain who Jaskier is more. He’s one of Rose and Ten’s twin boys who has accidentally got stuck in the Witcher universe and has basically been waiting for three decades for someone in his family to answer a distress call but the TARDIS got herself mixed up and brought Ten there at the wrong point of the timeline.

Forby all of that it’s basically wrote as a Doctor Who story. People have been going missing with mysterious lights being seen in the area. Geralt picks up a contract to go investigate followed by his loyal bard companion who is acting shifty.

Sideways Parenthood

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The evening sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone streets as Geralt of Rivia and Jaskier entered the quaint village. The last rays of sunlight glinted off the Witcher's medallion as it swayed with each step. Murmurs of ‘Witcher’ echoed from villagers who noticed the white-haired traveler, while others whispered about the peculiar bard with him.

Jaskier, ever the observer, glanced around, noting the nervous chatter and occasional fearful looks from the locals. "Geralt," he began, his voice tinged with unease, "Have you noticed? This place… it feels off."

Geralt grunted, his gaze scanning the surroundings. "I've been in my share of strange places. But yes, something's not right."

"The lights," Jaskier continued, twirling a feathered quill between his fingers. "I've heard stories from other villages about odd lights in the sky. You know, like those elven tales? But this... feels different."

Geralt's yellow eyes narrowed as he looked up at the twilight sky. "I've been hired to investigate. But I suspect it's not just some simple spectre or creature."

Jaskier's thoughts whirled. He harboured suspicions he wasn't prepared to reveal. Despite his human appearance, Jaskier was, in fact, a Time Lord—a mere three hundred years old, young by Time Lord standards. He currently resided in a pocket universe nestled between several larger ones, all interlinked by temporal rifts. In essence, he had been cast adrift in the multiverse's vast currents. He had dispatched a distress signal to his family, but given the time-space distortions generated by the surging rift energy—locally termed as ‘chaos’—he couldn't be certain they'd receive it. His father, the Doctor, once fell prey to a world that devoured TARDISes in a similar pocket universe, making him particularly wary of such distress signals. Jaskier hoped he'd at least investigate, because if not, his mother, Rose Tyler, might very well hasten his next regeneration. Yet, there had been no sign of the Doctor or of Jaskier's siblings, his twin brother Johnny and older brother Zaiden, or even his grandfather, Narvin. The tale of Narvin's identity, tied to the Time Lords fleeing the war and temporarily becoming human, added another layer of complexity. In this intricate web of identities, Narvin had assumed the guise of Pete Tyler, Rose's father.

As the two walked towards the centre of the village, an old woman, clutching a shawl around her, approached. "Witcher! I've seen them lights! They're bad omens, they are," she croaked.

Geralt nodded, listening intently. "Where did you see them?"

She pointed to the eastern edge of the village. "Over by the woods. Just after sundown. But not just lights. Shadows, too. Moving shadows that don’t belong to any creature of this land."

Jaskier felt a chill run down his spine. "Thank you," he said, offering her a reassuring smile. "We'll look into it."

The old woman hobbled away, muttering prayers under her breath.

Jaskier leaned closer to Geralt. "Moving shadows? That doesn’t sound like any creature you've fought."

Geralt simply replied, "Every contract is a mystery until it's solved." But even he couldn't deny the growing unease.

Jaskier sighed, his gaze drifting towards the woods. Unbeknownst to Geralt, the bard's hearts raced with a mixture of fear and excitement. This was no ordinary mystery, and deep down, Jaskier wondered if he was on the brink of a reunion he hadn't expected when he followed Geralt here.

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With a familiar grinding noise, the blue police box materialised at the edge of the village square. The door creaked open, and out stepped The Doctor, his brown trench coat flapping as he stretched, followed by Donna Noble, her red hair catching the last remnants of sunlight.

"Oi! Where have you brought us now, spaceman?" Donna exclaimed, looking around, a mix of curiosity and skepticism evident on her face.

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver, pointing it skyward. "Somewhere... interesting. Temporal disturbances, Donna. Time's gone a bit wibbly-wobbly."

Donna rolled her eyes. "Oh, not that phrase again. Can't you just once say, 'Donna, I've got no bloody idea what's going on'?"

The Doctor grinned cheekily. "Where would be the fun in that?"

Noticing the villagers eyeing them with a mix of curiosity and wariness, Donna leaned in and whispered, "Do they even have police boxes here? We stick out like a sore thumb!"

The Doctor, always observant, quickly noticed the subtle unease among the villagers. "Something's got them spooked," he remarked, his playful demeanour shifting to one of concern.

They began to weave through the village, the Doctor occasionally pausing to scan various objects with his sonic screwdriver, while Donna tried striking up conversations with the villagers. Most shied away, but a young lad, drawn by her vibrant hair, approached.

"You're not from here, are you?" he asked Donna.

She smirked, "What gave it away? The hair or the fabulous fashion sense?"

The boy giggled but then hesitated, "It's just... you should be careful. The lights... they've taken some of us."

Donna's smirk faded, replaced by genuine concern. "Taken? Taken where?"

Before the boy could respond, The Doctor rejoined Donna, having overheard the conversation. "What lights?" he pressed, kneeling to the boy's level.

The boy pointed eastward, "Over there. Near the woods. They dance and shimmer, then... someone's gone."

The Doctor's face darkened, and he stood, sharing a serious glance with Donna. "We need to find out what's happening."

Donna nodded in agreement, her usual feisty demeanour replaced with determination. "Let's do it. But, Doctor... no running off without me this time, alright?"

He offered her a reassuring smile, "Promise."

With that, the iconic duo made their way towards the eastern edge of the village, armed with nothing but their wit, determination, and a sonic screwdriver. Little did they know, their paths would soon cross with two other unexpected travellers.

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The village tavern, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, was a cacophony of sounds, from the strumming of a lute in the corner to the muffled conversations of villagers trying to drown their fears in ale. The atmosphere was dense, an almost palpable sense of unease hanging in the air.

Jaskier, ever the performer, tried to lift spirits with a lighthearted tune. His fingers danced across his lute as he sang, his voice soaring and filling the room. Despite his efforts, though, the applause was lukewarm. He took a seat at the bar, feeling unusually discouraged.

Donna, noticing the skilled bard, approached, her drink in hand. "That was lovely," she remarked, genuinely impressed. "Though I don't think I've ever seen an audience less responsive."

Jaskier chuckled, "You'd think they'd never seen a bard before. But thank you, kind lady."

Donna grinned, "Kind? That's a first. I'm Donna."

"Jaskier," he replied, raising his drink in a toast. Their eyes met briefly, a shared understanding passing between them. Both felt out of place, both sensed the tension in the air.

Donna leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know something, don't you? About the lights?"

Jaskier hesitated, struggling to keep his expression neutral. "Why do you ask?"

She shrugged, "Just a hunch. And my mate, The Doctor, he's got this... knack for finding trouble. Or maybe it's the other way around."

At the mention of ‘The Doctor’, Jaskier's hearts skipped a beat, memories flooding back. But he masked his surprise quickly. "Ah, physicians. Always meddling, aren't they?"

Donna smirked, catching his attempt at evasion. "Oh, he's not that kind of doctor. Let's just say he's... unique. And I've got a feeling you're more than just a bard."

Jaskier laughed nervously, "You're quite the observer, Donna. But some stories... they're better left unsung.”

The fact that Donna was here meant this was the wrong part of his father’s timeline. Yes he and his twin brother had been born, but the Doctor didn’t know that yet. This was between Bad Wolf Bay where his mother chickened out and lied about being pregnant and the Dalek Crucible.

He'd always heard about the running joke concerning his Aunt Donna's uncanny ability to miss every alien invasion. That changed, however, when she encountered the Doctor; from that point on, her observational skills became almost unsettlingly sharp. Jaskier was deeply thankful for his perception filter, which prevented others from noting anything out of the ordinary about him—be it an additional heartbeat or his unchanged appearance over three decades. He often pondered its effectiveness on Geralt, but given that the Witcher never remarked on any of Jaskier's anomalies, he assumed it was doing its job. Then again, Geralt had the uncanny skill of observing minute details for years, perhaps even decades, without ever voicing his observations, particularly the glaring ones.

The moment the Doctor entered the tavern, Jaskier's hearts stuttered. It required all the self-control he possessed—which, truth be told, wasn't substantial in this regeneration—to maintain his shield and resist reaching out to the familiar solace of his father's telepathic touch. He'd forgotten how much his original form, before his first regeneration, had resembled his father’s tenth. That initial transformation had been prompted by his TARDIS malfunctioning upon his tumultuous arrival in this pocket universe.

Before Donna could rope him into conversation with the doctor Jaskier got up and started to play. He played a lot of his usual songs but just to make his father twitch instead of ‘white wolf’ he’d sing ‘bad wolf’ but only some of the time. Then he went into another song he wrote for his parents a long time ago.

Well I woke up today,

And the world was a restless place;

It could have been that way for me...

And I wandered around,

And I thought of your face;

That Christmas looking back at me...

I wish today was just like every other day,

'Cause today has been the best day -

Everything I ever dreamed!

And I started to walk,

Pretty soon I will run;

And I'll come running back to you...

'Cause I followed my star,

And that's what you are;

I've had a merry time with you...

I wish today was just like every other day,

'Cause today has been the best day -

Everything I ever dreamed!

So have a good life,

Do it for me -

Make me so proud,

Like you want me to be;

Where ever you are,

I'm thinking of you, oceans apart

I want you to know...

Well I woke up today, and you're on the other side,

Our time will never come again;

But if you can still dream,

Close your eyes it will seem,

That you can see me now and then...

I wish today was just like every other day,

'Cause today has been the best day -

Everything I ever dreamed!

I wish today was just like every other day,

'Cause today has been the best day -

Everything I ever dreamed!

Jaskier took another break, feeling the crowd in the tavern wasn’t quite warming up to his music. He was also too anxious to use his empathic abilities to lift their spirits.

Suddenly, he was approached in a rather confrontational manner.

"Who are you?!" demanded the Doctor.

"It's Jaskier, a bard and a graduate in the seven liberal arts from Oxenfurt," Jaskier responded with a hint of pride.

"You kept singing 'bad wolf'," the Doctor persisted, his brow furrowed in suspicion.

"I assure you, Doctor, my song was about the 'white wolf', not 'bad wolf'. I am, after all, the personal bard to Geralt of Rivia. I've been chronicling his adventures in song for the past two decades. Just ask anyone," Jaskier said, trying to keep his composure.

"Doctor," Donna interjected softly, trying to defuse the situation, "give it a rest."

"He's hiding something, Donna! You said it yourself. And that last song... I recognise it. It topped the charts during Christmas in 2007 when I was at the Powell Estate in London."

Jaskier's eyes widened, "Truly? A number one hit? Oh, what a delightful surprise!" He then realised he said too much.

“How do you know of Christmas? This isn't Earth, and the technology here is hardly Earth-compatible,” the Doctor pointed out triumphantly.

Caught off guard, Jaskier blurted, "Oi, is that a flubble over there?"

To Jaskier's astonishment, the mention of the tiny Gallifreyan rodent usually kept as pets actually distracted the Doctor. He seized the moment and bolted. Donna, however, was right on his heels. Just as she was about to grab him at the edge of the woods, they were engulfed in a swirl of lights and vanished, leaving the Doctor and Geralt, who had just arrived due to the ruckus, staring in shock and confusion.

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Song for those not familiar with Doctor Who is called Song For Ten written by Murray Gold for the Christmas Special in 2006.

[lucigoo]

I love it when Jaskier is able to save Geralt, whether that be by sheer dumb luck and some guts or by immense skill like with people. Just anytime they both save the other is such a good time in my opinion.

How do you feel about it? Are you a Jaskier is the only damsel in distress or do you like them to switch off being the damsel in distress?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

I often feel like Jaskier ramps up the damsel in distress act. One he is a phenominal actor, and two, why wouldnt he? Geralt likes to help and be useful. Jaskier knows this and if Geralt can save him, then yeah, go Geralt! Jaskier is often alone (most winters) and he was the Sandpiper. Like his entire character is BAMF, but he is also not afraid of being seen as soft or weak which I adore about him. He is the human surrounded by non humans and he knows this and I feel like he plays it up for his super strong, emotionally repressed friends lol.

[jaskier-cult]

a witcher with blue eyes

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There are stories of a witcher with blue eyes.

Geralt was still a relatively new witcher, just five years on the Path, when this rumour appeared, and he was not naïve enough to fall for such fodder.

All witchers had yellow eyes. This was a given. None of the witcher schools had the exact same mutagens. Every school was slightly different, imbuing their witchers with the characteristics of the wild beast they represented – the cat witchers, with their purring, and the bears, with their excessive body hair – but all witchers had yellow eyes. That was how it was. That was how the mutagens worked. That was how a witcher could be recognised.

A witcher with blue eyes.

Geralt scoffed.

[ao3feed-witcher-podfic]

by SnakeOilSalesDepartment

Author's Summary: Geralt has only ever talked about one nuisance bard, the one that wrote the fucking song that has people throwing coppers at him when he walks into bars. Jaskier something or other, who gives a shit, “Why the fuck is he here?”

“To winter with me,” Geralt snaps, a warning in his tone Lambert readily ignores. “Problem?”

“Yeah, the problem is the strange prostitute you brought to The Keep!!” Lambert exclaims, because he’d had a feeling Geralt was smitten, but apparently, he’s an idiot and doesn’t know a bad idea when he sees one if it smiles at him pretty enough.

“Hey, I’m at least a strange courtesan!” the bard calls.

(Lambert is extremely protective of the very little he has, including his brother. Jaskier is a threat to all of them, he doesn’t get why everyone doesn’t see that.)

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lambert (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Vesemir (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Aiden (The Witcher)

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Lambert, Lambert & Vesemir (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion & Lambert

Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 1-1.5 Hours, Lambert-centric (The Witcher), POV Lambert (The Witcher), I Shook A Witcher And Intergenerational Trauma Fell Out (The Witcher), Disapproving Family, Family Drama, Suicidal Ideation, Panic Attacks, Self-Worth Issues, Trust Issues, Improper Use of Axii (The Witcher), Unreliable Narrator, Protective Lambert (The Witcher), Lambert is angry and traumatised, it's affecting his decision making, Personal Growth, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Winter at Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Purring Witchers (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert doesn't believe him, at first anyway, BAMF Jaskier | Dandelion, Mild Jaskier Whump, Lambert Needs a Hug (The Witcher), Hopeful Ending

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[rauchendesgnu]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗 (i don't know if you do these sorts of chain-letter things, or if you'd prefer not to, but for my part i do like to know which of their works a given author is especially hype on, so consider this an opportunity to gush!)

hi there! I'm not really a fan of chain letters, but I do support people gushing about each others' (and their own) art. I hope you don't mind if I open this up to anyone who sees this (to anyone who sees this: if you're feeling like showing off your favourite pieces of writing or art or gifsets or music or sculptures or whatever you do, then please do so! I'd love to see everyone's best ofs! @ialwayscomewhenyoucall @al-in-my-head @chaosheadspace I am herewith asking you specifically to show me your favourite fics :D)

These are in no particular order:

A Gentleman's Guide To Dancing Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Geraskier Rating: T Words: 8,433 Why is this a fave: Gay Regency Pining™️and dance lessons Other Stuff Worth Mentioning: Regency Era, Witchers still exist, Slow Burn (ish, with only 8k words)

Insane Twink Takes On Military (or how Lambert learned that Geralt's husband is actually terrifying) Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Geraskier Rating: T Words: 1,068 Why is this a fave: BAMF Jaskier, also intimidation is one of the best skills in DnD and Jaskier rolled a Nat20 in this fic Other Stuff Worth Mentioning: BAMF Jaskier, do I need to say more?

New Perspectives Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Geraskier Rating: T Words: 4,226 Why is this a fave: vaguely Victorian setting, people respecting boundaries, trans character, supportive husband (and friends) Other Stuff Worth Mentioning: trans Jaskier, Arranged Marriage, Historical Fantasy (ish) AU (don't ask me to define the settings my brain comes up with), transphobia (not from Geralt), dysphoria

For A Moment We Are People Fandom: The Magnus Archives Pairing: LonelyEyes Rating: T Words: 3,075 Why is this a fave: Hurt Elias. Also Peter trying to justify falling in love with a horrible man called Elias Other Stuff Worth Mentioning: Illegal Soft LonelyEyes, Peter finds out he doesn't like Elias in pain if it's someone other than him who does the hurting

Five Times Jon Faces His Dysphoria Alone... Fandom: The Magnus Archives Pairing: JonMartin (Teaholding because I think it sounds cute) Rating: T Words: 4,266 Why is this a fave: the trans. also I projected a bit. maybe. and again, supportive partner and friends Other Stuff Worth Mentioning: trans Jonathan Sims, gender dysphoria, comfort

I know it said five fics, but since everything I write concerning trans characters and being trans is kind of very personal and important to me, I'll have to add another of those fics (and feel free to check out the trans fics that I have not listed here)

Questions Of Identity Fandom: The Magnus Archives Pairing: JonMartin (Teaholding) Rating: T Words: 4,496 Why is this a fave: the trans (again, yes). again, projecting and me being angry at ignorant people. supportive partner and friends (do we spot a theme yet?) Other Stuff Worth Mentioning: trans Martin Blackwood, gender dysphoria, comfort, pre-T Martin

I'll have to add another note (sorry): I haven't done so for my earlier work, but my more recent fics all have content warnings about what kind of dysphoria is discussed. If dysphoria in fics is triggering to you, feel free to check the content warnings and take care of yourself <3

Last thing (I promise): feel free to ask me anything about these fics or any other stuff I write and post. I also love recommendations, if you feel like I might enjoy something you've seen or read :D

[fangsforthevenom]

i started writing the twilight one for a friend (I'm not friends w her anymore) please don't kill me 😭😭

anyway. these are all real wips I found in my drive and I want to get at least one of them done this new year

wow. I sure write a lot of mcd. surely this says nothing about me

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

The Lives We Leave Behind

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7Ndi4Q6 by Anonymous Being America’s Sweetheart has its challenges, the biggest one being the fact that Dean can’t trust anyone but his bodyguards that are literally paid to keep him alive. Finding love is nearly impossible because the whole world thinks he’s straight, so he settles for secret hookups that never quite fill the void. But when Dean decides he’s had enough and outs himself, he receives a series of death threats that change his entire life. Thrown from opulence to roughing it in the backseat of a ‘67 Impala with no one but his most infuriating bodyguard as company, Dean learns that sometimes... the ones best suited for us come in surprising packages. Words: 83024, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Benny Lafitte, Castiel (Supernatural), Cole Trenton, Dean Winchester, Duma (Supernatural), Havoc the Bulldog, Ishim (Supernatural), Jaskier Morningstar, Jo Harvelle, Jody Mills, Original Characters, Sonny (Supernatural: Bad Boys) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/Other(s) Additional Tags: Actor Dean Winchester, Age Difference, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Anonymous Sex, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Bodyguard Castiel (Supernatural), Bratty Dean Winchester, Castiel is So Done with Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester Mutual Pining, Closeted Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Likes It Rough, Dean Winchester Loves The Impala, Dean Winchester is a Little Shit, Death Threats, Derogatory Language, Eventual Happy Ending, Gay Dean Winchester, Homophobia, m/m - Freeform, NSFW Art, On the Run, Openly Gay Castiel (Supernatural), POV Castiel (Supernatural), POV Dean Winchester, Pierced Castiel (Supernatural), Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Rescued From Potential NonCon, Slow Burn, Spoiled Dean Winchester, Tattooed Castiel (Supernatural), Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7Ndi4Q6