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nearly 9.2K of BAMF!Jaskier and Geralt being progressively more smitten. 5 Times Jaskier Is Good At Things Geralt Didn't Expect And The 1 Thing He Knew Jaskier Was Good At. PG-13 for bad words, canon-typical violence, and the +1 Under cut because itâs hella long.
1. Pickpocketing
âWell,â Jaskier huffed, âI sincerely hope you missed one of those ghouls and they come back and eat this whole rotten village. Starting with that alderman. No, starting with his appalling son who has the AUDACITY to claim he was a better singer than me. My gods, Geralt, I donât even think Iâll complain of the lack of a roof and a bed this evening. Sleeping under the stars with my very dear friend-â
â-not friends,â Geralt huffed.
The interruption entirely ignored by Jaskier. â-who is twice, thrice, no no no ten, a hundred, a THOUSAND times the man that they could ever dream of being. Asking a man-â
â-not a man,â Geralt said, expecting, correctly, Jaskier would ignore this comment too.
Jaskier, instead, whirled and looked at Geralt like he had punched him. Actually, he looked more upset than when Geralt has, in fact, punched him. âOf course youâre a man.â Jaskier tilted his head. âWell, I cannot say for certain as I have not yet seen you⌠in a state of undress. Though not that the having of a penis makes one a man. Itâs more about your own identity-â
âJaskier,â Geralt sighed, sliding two now-skinned hares onto sticks over the fire.
âYouâre a man because thatâs who you tell the world you are.â
âI donât.â
It seemed only every other sentence was going to get through Jaskierâs tirades as he stopped speaking.
For a few blissful seconds. âGeralt,â Jaskier put his hands on his hips, voice exasperated as if he were a teacher who expected better of his pupil. âGeralt,â he said again, âyou are the best man I have ever met. Smarter than any scholar, kinder than any priest, more noble than any titled twat.â
Geralt blinked. Jaskier seemed so sincere. âWeâve just met.â
âRight, well, weâve actually been traveling together for four months, but I imagine time feels different when youâre basically immortal, so weâll let that slide.â
A frown twisted Geraltâs face. âYouâre young. You canât have met that many people.â
Jaskier pursed his lips and put on what he called his Viscount voice. Though why heâd pretend to be a Viscount was beyond Geralt. âI studied for years at the most prestigious and widely attended university on the Continent. I have met plenty of people, Geralt. And you are still the best one I know.â
Geralt hmmed. âYour good opinion wonât buy us a roof and a bed.â
A grin like a succubus, pretty and dangerous, spread over Jaskierâs face. He reached into his trousers and produced a bag of coins. âIt might do.â
The same bag of coins that the alderman had refused to give Geralt after he cleared a nest of ghouls from a field. Heâd taken three crowns and told Geralt that it couldnât be worth the whole bag if it only took him an hour.
As it was, most of that hour was building the bomb heâd need to destroy the nest. The ghouls had been sated by feeding on villagers whoâd tried to kill them and were slow.
âWhere-â Geralt shook his head, he knew the answer to that one. âHow?â
Jaskier tossed the bag in the air and caught it. He continued doing so as he spoke. âRemember when I gestured around his, frankly gaudy and most certainly fake, prized vase?â
Geralt stared at the boy. âYou distracted him by making him think you might break his vase and then stole his coin out of his pocket.â
âExactly! Really itâs his fault for so blatantly putting the coin away while looking down his nose at you.â Jaskier grinned bright and extracted one coin from the bag before handing it to Geralt.
âThiefâs fee?â Geralt nodded at the coin.
Jaskierâs smile got even more mischievous. He balanced the coin on his thumb, then flicked it.
It hit Geralt in the chest and fell into his lap.
âWell, tossing a coin is the chorus of the song anyway,â he winked, then spun around, grabbing a cooked hare and blowing on it before taking a large bite. âTheyâll see,â he said as he chewed, âmy song will become a hit! âToss a Coinâ will be sung the entire length and breadth of the Continent and men like that will be the pariahs, the outcasts. Anyone who denigrates a witcher will be spit upon in the streets. See how they like that!â Jaskierâs next bite was near savage, tearing the meat from the bone. But the next moment, he grinned over the fire at Geralt. âAnd until it does become a hit and you are lauded as the hero you are, and donât say youâre not a hero, I see your mouth opening and you can very well shut it again for all the credence Iâm going to give you saying youâre not a hero.â He gestured wildly with his hare, grease dripping slowly down his hand and forearm, on display since heâd rolled up the sleeves as his chemise on such a warm night.
Geralt found his next breath a little harder to take as he stared at the bare forearm. He hmmed and took up his own meal.
âSo until that day, I will gladly make sure you are properly paid for your work,â he waggled the fingers of his left hand at Geralt. âOne way or another.â
âDonât get caught,â Geralt said. âI wonât break you out of any jail cell you land in.â
Jaskier laughed. âThat is a bald-faced lie. You did the exact thing two towns ago and that wasnât even me risking my freedom and safety for you to be given all you deserve.â
Geralt looked up at Jaskier, then quickly back to his hare when he found the expression on Jaskierâs face too⌠too much like something warm settling in his stomach. He ate the rest of the hare as fast as he could.
No one had ever said Geralt deserved anything. Not anything nice, anyway. But Jaskier seemed to think that Geralt was a kind of hero in a tale and wanted him to be treated as such.
Foolâs errand, he thought. Jaskier was young and didnât know how the world worked outside of the high walls of a university. Heâd learn. Until thenâŚ
âFine.â
Having gone back to eating, Jaskier was silent for a moment as if trying to recall where the conversation was picking up from. âWhatâs fine? Oh! Me stealing when people refuse to pay you your just wage. Of course itâs fine. Donât worry your pretty head for a moment; Iâve never been caught yet.â He waggled his fingers in Geraltâs direction. âDexterity is name of the game when one spends oneâs life dedicated to possibly the most delicate and finnicky instrument known to man.â He looked down at his gifted elven lute like it was his flesh and blood child, so loving and soft.
When he raised his head and looked at Geralt, his adoring expression didnât change in the least.
Geralt cleared his throat and threw the hareless stick onto the fire. âGo to sleep, Jaskier.â
A few more large bites and Jaskier did as he was told, snuggling into his bedroll. Which Geralt had bought him when Jaskier proved that no amount of silence or disinterest would keep him from staying at Geraltâs side, praising every deed in song. He picked up the bag of coin and wandered over to Roach to tuck it safely in her saddlebag.
The horse nickered softly and seemed to throw her head repeatedly in Jaskierâs direction.
âDonât get attached,â Geralt scolded.
Roach tilted her head in Jaskierâs direction and kept it there.
Geralt sighed and whispered into the still night air. âThank you, Jaskier.â He patted Roach, now seemingly satisfied, and made his way to his own bedroll, set a bit behind Jaskierâs so the bard was close to the warm fire and that anything that leapt at them from the woods would have to get through Geralt before it could get to Jaskier.
He laid there, thinking about how quickly making sure the boy warm and safe had become a priority.
2. Knowing Who The Nobles Are Everywhere They Go
âNope,â Jaskier plucked the sun-faded paper from Geraltâs hand, ignoring Geraltâs exasperated expression. âOh no, no, no, no. Nope, you will not be taking this. Well, you will not be taking this contract with Duke Hereward. Heâs an absolute bastard and will quite surely stiff you of your deserved coin. No, weâd best find where,â he squinted at the ink, âMeadwood Farms is and go straight to the farmers themselves. Hereward will weasel his weasely way out of giving you anything. Iâd gladly steal anything he might have of worth-â
Geralt glanced around, hoping no one who worked for the Duke was listening, as Jaskier did not seem to understand what the word âdiscretionâ meant.
â-alas the double-edged sword of fame means if something were to go mysteriously but deservedly missing after we took our leave, Iâd find my lovely new position as a professor at Oxenfurt suddenly taken from me.â He smiled at Geralt. âI need something to do during the winter while you hide away in your Witchery mountains to do⌠mountainous Witchery things.â
Suppressing the urge to smile, Geralt nodded towards the inn. âIâm sure someone will know who owns the farm in there.â
Jaskier grabbed Geraltâs arm and began to drag him (well, steer him as if Geralt had truly not wanted to be led, there was no way the boy, barely into his twenties, could move him) towards the inn. âGood people of Ellander!â
âJaskier,â Geralt nearly rolled his eyes.
âYour prayers to the Great Meletile have been answered,â Jaskier continued. âGeralt of Rivia, the White Wolf himself, has come to aid you with your monster problems. Merely point us to Meadwood Farms and you shall soon see why Geralt is the hero of the Continent.â
Geralt was strangely glad his body no longer had the ability to blush. Jaskierâs absolute faith in Geralt was steadfast and it made something heavy and warm settle in Geraltâs chest. He wasnât sure he wanted to be able to feel this way, to be so⌠cared about.
A pretty-eyed maiden made her way over to them. She smiled brightly at Jaskier. âI work at the farm. Iâd be ever so glad to lead you⌠and the witcher there.â
The eye rolling couldnât be controlled this time, as Jaskier immediately brightened under her attentions. âWell lead on, good miss. I presume itâs miss?â
âIt is,â she giggled.
Geralt was rather glad they barely paid any heed to him as they flirted their way across town to the countryside. âWhat is it?â Geralt eventually asked.
Both Jaskier and the young woman, Elzbet apparently, startled as if theyâd forgotten Geralt was still there. They probably had.
âThe monster,â Geralt clarification. âWhat is it?â
Elzbet shrugged. âI didnât see it. I do not know. Master Prospero was the one who saw it. Heâs in the big house.â
Jaskier grinned. âYes, yes, Geralt head up to see Master Prospero. Elzbet has promised to show me a most charming little corner of the barn. Apparently, thereâs an owlâs nest there.â
Geralt would turn over every coin he received for the contract if there was actually an owlâs nest anywhere in the barn. All Jaskier was likely to see was up the girlâs skirts. Stomping away with a little more force than he probably needed to use, Geralt found the farm owner and got the information he needed.
It was a nest of nekkars and Geralt has cleared them all out by that night. The reward scraped together by the workers was only a third of what Hereward had promised, but it was given in gratitude and with open hands. Prospero himself was so grateful, he offered Geralt and Jaskier a room in his home for the night, as well as their dinner that night and breakfast the next morning.
Jaskier spent most of the night trying to find a suitably dirty rhyme he approved of for owl.
âHowl. Or yowl, which I will make you do if you do not put that candle out.â Geralt said at last.
âOh you,â Jaskier tsked as he quickly scribbled down a few more lines. âYou know what that Witchery magic does to me.â He winked.
Geralt buried his head further into the pillow. âDidnât get enough with your farm girl?â
Jaskier gasped, affronted. âExcuse you, Elzbet is more than a farm girl, she is the love of my life.â He sighed dreamily. âI might stay, you know. With her.â
âBetter her than me,â Geralt grumbled.
âI know you donât truly mean those words or Iâd be heartbroken beyond repair to hear you say that,â Jaskier shrugged out of his doublet and pinched out the candle flame between his licked fingers. âBut what if I did? Stay?â
Geralt huffed. âYouâd make a piss poor farmer.â
Jaskier laughed lightly. âProbably true.â He sighed. âWould you miss me?â
âGo to sleep, Jaskier,â Geralt said in lieu of an actual answer. âIf youâre to be a farmer, you must get used to early mornings.â
Humming thoughtfully, Jaskier settled down, the line of his back just an inch away from Geraltâs in the bed. âGood night, Geralt.â
In the morning, Jaskier packed and took his place at Geraltâs side. He tried out lyrics and chords and by the time he and Geralt made camp that night, Jaskier had a new ballad. It was about love between a wanderer and a maiden, whom he loved but left to follow the open road he had long ago promised his heart to, his truest love.
Though he never actually sang the word road, Geralt realized as he watched Jaskier sing it a week later in a tavern. The song itself was called Walking The Path.
3. Gwent
âDammit,â Geralt growled as he threw down his remaining card. A clear weather was useless when there were no weather cards in effect. The score was tied, but his opponent played with a Nilfgaardian deck and therefore won all ties.
The smarmy git was smiling at him like a smarmy git. âFair is fair,â he held out a hand, âIâll be taking your unique card now.â
It was lying next to the card the other man had anted up in the center of the table, but clearly humiliation was part of his winnings.
Geralt picked up the card and dropped it into the other manâs hand. âHere.â
âBetter luck next time,â the bastard called out and he gestured another player to take Geraltâs place.
He still had all the coin heâd won, the cards had been the only prizes in that last round, so Geralt went over to the bar and ordered two ales and a glass of wine.
By the time he was picking up the second mug of ale, Jaskier had finished his set and bounded over, downing the wine in one go as always and ordering himself another.
âWhatâs this face? Is my singing truly that bad? Please know, if you say anything about pie, I will be forced to waste this lovely wine on your rude head.â Geralt grunted. âSinging was fine. Lost my game is all.â
Jaskier tilted his head. âYou were winning when I last checked in on you.â He looked at his glass. âDo you need some coin? I got a fair amount tonight, people around here are very anti-Nilfgaard and my lovely little ditty went a treat. You must have heard the cheers.â
Geralt nodded. He had. In between games, heâd kept his eye on Jaskier. The djinn incident was two weeks ago, but this was Jaskierâs first performance since he almost lost his voice. And life.
The bard had been nervous and Geralt hadnât even started playing gwent until the anxious scent faded into his usual confident burst of sundried linen and mint. The crowd was just as adoring, just as loud as always. Jaskierâs voice hadnât suffered any permanent damage and Geralt was relieved. After all, his unthinking words had been the reason Geralt had almost lost⌠that Jaskier had almost lost his voice.
âNot coin,â Geralt said at last, draining his mug. âLost my best card though. Drew an unlucky hand and couldnât seem to bring it back around. Ended in a draw, but the bastard played as Nilfgaard so he took the tie.â
Jaskier frowned. âNo chance to get it back?â
Geralt shrugged. âHe plays here a lot, apparently. Has rules about only one match per opponent.â He shook his head. âNothing for it.â
Putting down his half full glass, Jaskier nodded. âRight, well then.â He turned and headed towards the tables set up for cards.
âJaskier?â Geralt blinked at the space the bard had occupied a second ago. âJaskier?â
Jaskier was already standing in front of the bastard.
Geralt couldnât remember his name, wasnât even sure heâd been told who heâd been playing against.
Jaskierâs relaxed ease was gone, instead his shoulders hunched up, making him look for all the world like an angry cat about to take a chunk out of the next person who tried to pet it. âValdo Marx,â Jaskier hissed out like the very letters of the name offended him.
Huh. Geralt looked at the man whoâd defeated him.
Valdo looked up with a beatific smile. âJulian, is that you? I did think I heard your particular brand of empty words and trite notes in that boyish tenor of yours.â
Now no longer just upset about the card, Geraltâs fingers twitched towards his sword. Sure, heâd not exactly complimented Jaskierâs songs recently, but his insult was born of trying to offend the man into shutting up so Geralt could find the damnable djinn and get some fucking sleep.
Which, looking back, was a useless attempt as Jaskier had been drunk and Drunk Jaskier was even more prone to rambling than Sober Jaskier.
âNormally, Iâd be quite glad to just punch you in the nose,â Jaskier smirked, âagain.â
Taking a closer look, Geralt did notice that Valdoâs nose was slightly crooked. As if broken a few too many times.
âBut if seems you have some pretentious rule about not allowing people to win their losings back from you like an honourable gentleman would.â Jaskier crossed his arms. âSo Iâll play you for Geraltâs card.â
Valdo blinked blankly. âGeralt?â
Jaskier clucked his tongue as he sat down. âMy goodness, you are out of touch. Everyone on the Continent knows I sing of Geralt of Rivia, heroic Witcher of legend and my very best friend in the whole world.â
Geralt didnât bother to object.
âThen again, you rarely get to leave Cidaris, donât you?â Jaskier produced his gwent deck and began to shuffle it. âI often wonder how youâd do in a town you didnât grow up in? But then your fatherâs money wouldnât be there to buy you a court position now would it? Has he bought you a title yet?â
Though Jaskier couldnât see it, perhaps because Jaskier couldnât see it, Geralt grinned broadly at that.
Valdo grinned back nastily, revealing he had a missing canine tooth as well. âIf he did, at least one of us would use their title to make a difference to their homeland. Tell me, Julian,â he laid out his deck and dealt himself a hand, âwhen did you last visit Lettenhove? Or do you still think wandering amongst the common folk singing dirty songs in dirty taverns is the proper way a viscount should behave? Whatever would your mother day?â
Geralt watched Jaskierâs grip on his own hand tighten, just slightly. âJust play, Marx.â
Huh. Apparently Jaskier wasnât making the whole viscount thing up.
âOh now now,â Valdo laid down his hand, âwe havenât set terms yet. You want the Witcherâs card, right? This one,â he picked it up and flipped it along the back of his hand. âBut what will you bet? I never play for anything as gauche as coin. Some of us get wages, not a handful of coins in a dusty lute case. Actually,â Valdo leaned forward, âthatâs what weâll play for. Your pretty lute. See if you can perform in royal courts without your maaaagical little instrument.â
âNo.â
Jaskier and Valdo both snapped their attention to Geralt.
âNo,â he repeated. Jaskierâs lute was his livelihood, his most precious possession. Geralt wanted his card back, but not at that price. Jaskier was a clever player, Geralt knew, but Valdoâs deck was evil, full of spies and scorch cards. âNot the lute. Choose something else.â
Valdo shook his head. âDonât think I will,â he turned back to Jaskier. âYou bet your lute or I walk away and your witcher never sees his card again.â
Geralt put a hand out to grab Jaskierâs shoulder and urge him up to their room, but Jaskier just nodded. âItâs a bet. Play, Marx.â
Worry came over Geralt and he found himself pacing behind Jaskier, trying not to look at his cards because then heâd know if Jaskier had a good hand and if he didnâtâŚ
If Jaskier lost his lute, heâd be crushed. Geralt would buy him another; heâd have to. But to lose the lute Filavandrel had given him⌠Jaskier always said it brought him luck, sounded sweeter than all others, even when slightly out of tune.
âIt will always remind me of the day my life changed forever,â heâd smile at it, then at Geralt.
Geralt still hadnât worked out whether he meant the day he wrote the song that made him famous or the day he learned the world was much more complicated than his human-written studies might have led him to believe.
Geralt watched as Jaskierâs hand dwindled to two cards.
Valdo still had half a dozen.
It was the last hand; both had won a turn and this would decide the winner.
Rubbing a hand over his face, Geralt closed his eyes and leaned back, trying to meditate or at least clear his mind. He still had his winnings from the other matches heâd played tonight. He had no idea how much a lute cost, but heâs fairly sure heâd be able to cover it. Did this town even have a shop that might carry one? It was only just inside the borders of Cidaris, not a particularly large village now that Geralt thought about it.
âYou,â he heard a hiss, âcheated.â
Jaskier was smiling. âI did no such thing. I merely used your same tactics against you.â He held out a hand. âThe card. Unless youâd like to try and win it back?â
Valdo spit out some words in Elder as he threw the card at Jaskier and stomped out like a petulant child.
Geralt was rusty and only caught every few words. Something about Jaskierâs bedroom habits and something else about being a pathetic, he thinks the word was supposed to mean hound or something like that. One phrase that Geralt did catch, as heâd heard it assigned to him once or twice before translated to âunlovableâ.
Jaskier sat frozen through the tirade and when Geralt rounded the table, he found Jaskierâs eyes to be far more full of wrath and pain than it ought to for someone who had just won a game against a rival.
His face schooled into a triumphant grin, though there was still a sheen of sadness in his eyes. âYour card, Geralt.â
Geralt took it gently, sliding out his deck into order to tuck it away. âYou didnât have to do that.â
âWell, if I lost I was thinking of just stabbing him and making a run for it,â Jaskier waved a hand.
âItâs not that important,â Geralt insisted, ten minutes later as they readied for bed. âIt wasnât worth risking your lute. If youâd lost it. Itâs more precious to you than everything, else youâve said so yourself.â
Jaskier looked up from folding his doublet and smiled, not his cheeky performance grins but a small, genuine thing. âNot everything. Now,â he sat on the edge of the bed and tugged off his boots, âmay I see the card I won from Marx in what is going to be immortalized into an incredibly epic song as soon as I come up with a rhyme for âthrice broken noseâ?â
Geralt took it out and handed it over.
It was a fairly new card for the Northern Kingdoms deck. An ashen haired little girl pouted in a frilly pink dress, clearly displeased at being painted.
âCirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Princess of Cintra,â Jaskier read. He handed back the card but his hand hovered, as if he might reach out for Geraltâs shoulder or even his cheek. âYes, this is something worth taking a risk for, no question. âŚ15 points and all,â he said after a moment, when he realized Geralt wasnât responded. âCourse I missed the opportunity of stabbing Marx, but Iâve no doubt the chance will arise again someday.â He laid down and stared at the ceiling.
âJaskier,â Geralt began, finding his words dry up when those beautiful (when did he start thinking of Jaskierâs eyes as beautiful?) blue eyes blinked up at him. âI⌠th- you played well.â
A pleased and nearly shy look came over Jaskierâs face. âI know how much you enjoy it. Just wanted to be sure Iâd be a worthy opponent for you, dearest witcher.â He stared at Geralt a moment longer, as if looking for something in his face. He shook his head slightly as if coming out of a dream. âGoodnight, Geralt.â Jaskier turned and faced the wall.
âHmm,â Geralt hummed as he laid down, facing the opposite wall. âGoodnight. Jaskier.â
4. Sailing
Geralt surveyed the people sitting around the table and frowned to notice one missing. âWhereâs Jaskier?â
âWent fishing,â Eskel said off hand, jumping right back into his conversation with CoĂŤn.
âHe what?â
Lambert looked up from his gwent match with Ciri, âHe took my boat and went fishing. Said he wouldnât be much help in a hunt, but this way he wouldnât be and I quote, âuselessâ and he could be a âworthy winter companionâ.â
Geralt winced. Heâd apologized for his harsh words on the mountain and Jaskier had forgiven him. But it seems some of the hurt from that day still lingered.
âWhere did he go?â
Eskel and Lambert exchanged a look.
âI donât know his coordinates,â Lambert answered.
âDammit!â Geralt barely kept himself from hitting the table; he didnât want to scare Ciri, who had put her cards down and was watching the scene with interest. âYou know whatâs out there. Drowners and bears and Iâm not sure we entirely destroyed that harpy nest from last winter and-â
âAnd he assured us he could handle it,â Eskel said.
Geralt growled. âHeâs human! He could get hurt.â
CoĂŤn piped up at last. âJaskier went north from the lakeside hut.â When all eyes turned to him, CoĂŤn shrugged, âHe wanted to know where the good fishing spots are. I told him.â
Spinning on his heel, Geralt headed for the door to the keep, grabbing a silver sword from a rack of them on the way. He had a location and a direction. He could pick up Jaskierâs scent from there.
Geralt hadnât bothered to grab a coat and the winter winds bit through his leather and linen clothes almost immediately. It didnât matter. Jaskier had been alone in the wilds for who knows how long and even without the monsters and the beasts, there were dangers. The bard could overbalance and tumble into the icy waters. What if he hadnât thought to grab warmer clothes? Geralt picked up speed, wishing heâd thought to bring Roach. Wishing heâd thought about anything other than running to get to Jaskier andâŚ
And he wasnât sure what would happen after. He just⌠needed to know that Jaskier was all right. That he was safe. He hadnât been safe, Geralt sighed to himself as he ran, after Geralt had snapped at him.
Geralt was sure it was just another spat; that heâd arrive back at camp and Jaskier would be there very pointedly writing a song about a heartless cad who was mean to his very best friend in the whole wide world. Jaskier had a good half dozen songs like it already, this would be one more.
Only he wasnât there. Geralt arrived to find Roach eating the last of the apples Jaskier had packed just for her and giving Geralt a very judgmental look. âLeave off,â he growled at her as he packed up what was left and led her down the mountain. âWeâll pick him up in town and you two can whisper about how mean I am.â
But Jaskier wasnât in town either. Nor could anyone say which way he went. Geralt cursed then like he cursed now, seeing the roof of the hut by the lake and yet no sign of Jaskier.
Bad things happened when Jaskier went off alone. Geralt shook his head to rid himself of the image of Jaskier, strung up by his hands, those beautiful talented livelihood-making hands threatened and Jaskier said nothing, gave no secrets away. Some because he didnât know and some because heâŚ
Geralt doesnât know why Jaskier didnât break, except he does. The man is brave, heâs stupid and criminally loud, but he is also the most loyal man Geralt has ever known. Steel dressed in silk.
Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, Geralt picked up Jaskierâs scent. Itâs his soap and sweat and Geralt knows it like he knows his own.
Jaskier has the only boat and Geralt doesnât fancy a swim, so he sticks to the shoreline, eyes casting about for any signs of danger or Jaskier.
Geralt very specifically tries to avoid thinking about danger AND Jaskier, which means that is all his brain will show him. Images of Jaskier surrounded by drowners, of a boat floating listlessly because the man at the rudder had been torn to pieces by harpies, a bear raising its blood-covered maw with a scrap of bright fabric caught in its teeth.
The last thing heâs thinking is that he will come upon Jaskier peacefully hauling a net of fish into the boat, adding the larger ones to a bucket next to him. So of course, thatâs how the story goes.
âGeralt?â Jaskier called, eyes as round and surprised as the fish wriggling its last throes in his hands. âWhatâs wrong? Are you okay? Is everyone okay?â
Jaskier dropped the net thoughtlessly onto the boatâs hull and with a series of quick and efficient movements, had the boat floating over to where Geralt stood on the shore. The bard hopped over the side and hurried to Geralt, hands twitching as if he wanted to check the witcher over for any injuries. âGeralt?â
âWhat the hell were you thinking?â
A frown coming to rest on his face, Jaskier put his hands on his slim hips. âWhat was I thinking? What were you thinking? Youâre going to catch your death without a coat, yes I know,â he said as Geralt opened his mouth, âwitchers canât catch colds, immune systems, mutagens, blah blah,â he went back to the boat and finished sorting the fish, âblah. What could possibly have happened that you hurried all the way from Kaer Morhen without so much as a single piece of armour or a cloak?â He turned, suddenly serious. âIs everyone all right? Is Ciri all right? Sheâs not ill, is she? Did she take a tumble on the training course?â
Touched by how much Jaskier cares about Ciri, despite having known her a relatively short time, Geralt shook his head. âSheâs fine. Everyone is fine.â
âThen what in the name of Meletile, Freya and any other four gods you would care to name are you doing here?â
Geralt wished heâd spent less time thinking about the past and more time thinking about the future as he ran. Heâs starting to get used to that feeling in general. âYou werenât there.â
Jaskierâs eyes widened, then softened. âSurely someone told you Iâd gone fishing? I let everyone know. I didnât,â he smiled sardonically, âthink youâd even notice.â
âWhy?â
Head tilted like a puppy, Jaskier raised an eyebrow. âWhy did I go fishing or why did I think you wouldnât notice? I went fishing because everyone does something at Kaer Morhen. I donât,â he sighed, âhave anything but music to offer and Iâm well aware of your opinions on that. I assume your fellow witchers share them and also your witcher hearing, hence my lute case gathers dust. I do, however, know how to sail a boat, catch some fish, and cook said fish. So I thought I would make myself useful. As for you not noticing, well, Iâm hardly your first priority here and,â he quickly added, âI understand completely. I shouldnât be. Ciri comes first, always, of course. Hell, I wasnât your first priority when we traveled together. Roach was. Speaking of, where is she? You couldnât have tied her up too far away now.â Jaskier looked at the tree line as if a large mare would suddenly appear.
âI⌠didnât bring her,â Geralt said, shame slowly rising in him at Jaskierâs words. Geralt couldnât refute any of them. He hadnât noticed the lack of music, assuming Jaskier still played in his room. As for when they travelled together, it hurt deep in Geraltâs gut that Jaskier thought he wasnât a priority to Geralt. His words were often harsh, but Geralt made sure Jaskier had enough food and hunted more to ensure that he would. He bought Jaskier a warmer, if less stylish, cloak that had seen the bard through most of his twenties.
Jaskier had hefted a bucket of fish in his arms and just stared blankly at Geralt. âYou⌠didnât bring Roach? You, what, walked all the way here?â
Geraltâs eye twitched. âI ran.â
âFor Meletileâs sake, why?â
âThereâsâŚâ Geralt cleared his throat, âdrowners around. Sometimes. And bears. There might be some harpies left over from a nest we destroyed last winter.â
Jaskier settled the bucket back into the boat. âWere you⌠worried about me?â
Geralt nodded. Words were awkward and he wished to use as few as possible.
A look not unlike something like wonder crossed Jaskierâs face. âOh. I⌠oh. Iâm,â he spread his arms as if presenting himself, âfine. As you see. I⌠guess we should head back.â He gestured towards the boat. âIâve a decently sized haul. I can make use of this for a while.â Jaskier stood in the shallow water, âClimb on in, and Iâll take us back.â
Geralt didnât move.
âOh,â Jaskier looked abashed. âUnless youâd prefer to steer?â
âNo,â Geralt shook his head. âYou can steer.â
He could. As Geralt had seen, Jaskier clearly knew his way not only around fishery, but sailing.
Jaskier nodded again to the boat and Geralt stepped in, settling at the bow.
Proving him right, Jaskier shoved them into the water and hauled himself over the side, quickly settling at the rudder and turning them around to head back towards Kaer Morhen.
Geralt cast a glance into the bucket of fish, seeing a few other smaller ones surrounding it. Several fish stared unblinkingly at Geralt as he stared back.
Jaskier hummed then cut himself off when he realized he was doing so, with a nervous glance at Geralt.
He wanted to say something. Tell Jaskier the humming was fine with him. That he should get out his lute and play for them. That Geralt wanted to hear his music, his voice. That the fillingless pie comment all those years ago hadnât been a slight to Jaskierâs singing but the content of his songs, so many full of dirty humour or exaggerated lies.
All he could manage was âYou sail good.â
Staring just as wide-eyed and unblinking as the fish, Jaskier slowly said, âThank⌠you⌠I, uh,â he looked back at the water, âgrew up on the coast. Been sailing since I was strong enough to move a rudder. Fishing even longer.â
âWhy didnât you fish that day? You could have caught your own.â Geralt winced as his words were said. Jaskier wasnât focusing on that day with the djinn. Heâd need to be specific.
But Jaskier was already answering, âI was heartbroken and near blind drunk,â he laughed, light and slightly forced. âIâd have fallen in as soon as I bent over to grab the net, hence why I was hoping you would share your haul.â He pursed his lips. âRather wish I hadnât, looking back.â
Geralt found himself stuck for words again. They came easy with his brothers in arms. Even with Ciri, he found himself managing to find words of comfort or encouragement when it seemed she needed them.
But Jaskier had always made things complicated for Geralt, since the day theyâd met. He could annoy Geralt like nobody and nothing else; Jaskier got himself into trouble on a fairly regular basis, was fussy about his clothes and hair, and could talk the hind legs off a donkey while never saying a blessed thing of worth.
But damn if Geralt didnât want him there, in all his messy and loud glory. He wanted Jaskier safe and, as recent events had shown, Jaskier was safest at Geraltâs side, because Geralt would move heaven and earth, call upon any help and damn the cost, to keep Jaskier so.
Geralt was in love with Jaskier. The revelation felt both sudden and slow at once. Like heâd been falling in love so quietly and steadily, there was no way to point to the day or hour that heâd actually fallen.
âFuck.â
Jaskier, lost in daydreams, started. âWhatâs the matter now?â
âI,â Geralt scrambled for something to say. Should he tell Jaskier he loved him? No, that was absurd. Jaskier, for all his lingering stares and the near constant scent of lust that used to surround him, didnât love Geralt as more than a friend, if that. Lust was not love, Geralt knew that well. He was with him for the songs and the safety. Sure, Jaskier cared for Geralt, he said it often enough, but he didnât love him. Like how Geralt was realizing he loved Jaskier.
Who was staring at him expectantly.
At least this time, Geralt kept his annoyed at himself âfuckâ inside his head. âI was thinking of all the times we could have taken the river, instead of the roads.â He found words, though he wasnât sure they were the right ones. âIf Iâd known you could sail. We could have⌠sailed. Before now.â
Jaskier dropped his eyes to the bottom of the boat, then turned away as if needing to check where he was going, as if he hadnât been steering blind for the past several minutes, instinctive. âAh. Iâm sorry. Maybe I should have told you. Though we werenât often by the,â a slight hesitation, âthe coast.â
âYouâre doing very well.â Geralt twitched his lips into as big a smile as he could manage and still felt it came up short.
But Jaskierâs visible cheek rose in a smile. âThank you, Geralt.â
5. Sword Fighting
A whirl of light green and silver flashed from Geraltâs side, a movement near dancelike in its fluidity, accompanied by a whisper that sounded almost like counting.
Geralt turned just in time to see the banditâs surprised face before his cleaved straight through torso fell, leaving the remains of his trunk and his lower body to fall to the ground a couple seconds after his head and shoulders had.
Jaskier stood behind the now deceased bandit, blood splattered all over his outfit and his face, still twisted into a mask of wrath. The sword in his hand was red with blood, silver glinting through the drops.
Geralt thinks itâs possible he has never been so turned on in his whole life and heâs going to have a good long talk with himself about why that might be later on.
The moment passed and Jaskier lowered the sword, wiping it on the deserterâs trousers. âOh blast, sorry about that Geralt, Iâll clean all the blood off properly once we get back to camp. No worries. I know itâs silver for monsters,â he sneered at the dead man and then at the others who had foolishly decided to try to rob a witcher and his companion, âbut I rather think itâs still apt. Iâll pay for the repair at the next blacksmith we come across if I damaged it too much.â He held the blade at eye level and examined it. âI think itâs mostly all right and Geralt are you okay? They didnât manage to knock you in the head, did they? Youâve been staring at me for the past few minutes.â
Geralt was trying to sear the image of Jaskier looking over the blade as if, as if he KNOWS what to look for in a damaged sword. A sword he had used to kill a man creeping up on Geralt. A sword he had welded with deadly and graceful precision. Geraltâs own sword.
A very, very long talk. Possibly in the cold stream theyâd just come from before theyâd been ambushed.
Jaskier leaned past Geralt to sheathe the sword into its place across the witcherâs back and the spicy smell of anger had dissipated completely into Jaskierâs usual chamomile and honey concern scent. Underlaid by the copper of the blood.
It took a good deal of self-discipline for Geralt to not outright whine when Jaskier laid a warm hand on his cheek, tilting his head to check for injuries.
âYour pupils are very round, darling,â Jaskier said, the endearment he used so often sounded like music to Geralt. âAre you injured? I could grab you a potion if you are. Or maybe youâre just tired.â Jaskier dropped his hand and turned back to where they had laid down their belongings when the first men broke through the cover of the trees, using speed and surprise over strategy.
Geralt was sure heâd had them all until⌠until Jaskier killed the man who had managed to sneak up on him. Who would have put a sword through Geralt if not for Jaskierâs quick action and Geralt circled back to the image of Jaskier, bloody and snarling like a feral animal as he cut the man down with no hesitation.
A very, very long talk in a very, very cold stream.
Jaskier whistled and Roach came from her hiding spot in the trees. He patted her neck and dug through her saddlebags. âGeralt, are you out of Swallow? We have the spirit and the celandine but I think we might need to head towards the coast so you can cut down some drowners for their brains.â He smiled brightly. âMaybe theyâll be a contract for them as well. And a tavern that appreciates fine music. We could have a va- a very nice day. Or two.â Jaskier ducked his head and pink bloomed in his cheeks.
Geralt found his hand lifting of its own accord and landing on Jaskierâs shoulder.
The bard turned expectantly, then frowned when after a moment Geralt didnât say or do anything else. âGeralt?â His voice was soft, the scent of his concern drew stronger. âGeralt, are you sure youâre okay? You seem stunned or something. Are you sure you didnât take a hit to the head?â
âSword,â Geralt said at last.
âHe speaks,â Jaskier smiled briefly. âHe speaks nonsense, but he speaks. What about a sword? I already told you Iâd take care of any repairs needed after my impromptu maneuver. I donât think thereâs any permanent damage done. It wasnât even that difficult. You have very good moves, dear.â
Geralt blinked as he realized where heâd seen the move Jaskier had performed. It was one heâd been taught at the School of The Wolf. Jaskier used one of Geraltâs own moves. One of his Witcher moves. To save his life. âThat was⌠that was a witcher move. How did youâŚâ he couldnât even finish his question.
Jaskier shrugged. âIâve followed you for over two decades, Geralt. On and off, sure, but still. Iâve seen you fight nearly every creature you could come across. Including bastards like those,â he nonchalantly tossed his head towards the dead men on the ground, his fringe flicking back into his eyes boyishly. âI memorized the moves you use. Granted, Iâve mostly practiced on training dummies and sparring partners, but Iâve run across my fair share of evil and desperate men before.â
âThat⌠wasnât your first kill?â
âGods no,â Jaskier tilted his head and scrunched up his nose as he calculated. âMaybe my⌠dozenth? Or so. Now I tried not to pick up a sword unless necessary but that gutless bastard,â he spit at the manâs bisected body, âwas in your blind spot. You probably would have managed to parry, but I didnât want to take the chance.â Jaskier smiled. âGood thing too, now that we know youâre out of Swallow. Here,â he held out a canteen of water, âdrink this. Get your strength back.â
Geralt took the canteen and drank slowly to give himself time to readjust his worldview on Jaskier. âDid you⌠count? When you wereâŚâ
Jaskier nodded. âOh yes. Your movements are so like a dancerâs that I memorized them to a beat.â He smirked. âIâll make a ballad out of them some day. Iâm still in the habit of the counting, but eventually Iâll stop needing that, I suppose.â
âRight,â Geralt said, nodding as if he wasnât imaging Jaskier, in plain shirt and tight trousers, sparring with Geralt on the grounds of Kaer Morhen. A blink and it was a different kind of sparring. In a bedroom. âHuh.â
âWell,â Jaskier said, as he dug back through the saddlebag, âthereâs some White Raffardâs if push comes to shove. Makes sense after that last nest of nekkars. Frightful creatures by the way, possibly my least favourite of them all. Though youâre low on White Honey as well, so hopefully we can find a herbalist and stock up a bit before you have to do any major fighting. âIâm glad now that I all but raided Oxenfurtâs gardens before I joined you for Spring. Got plenty of honeysuckle in my bag and Iâm sure we can find some white myrtle with no problem this time of year. Whereâs your alcohest, dear? Iâm sure Lambert didnât let you leave Kaer Morhen without every type of spirit known to man.â
âJaskier,â Geralt said, unable to take it anymore. âWe need to get back to camp.â
Jaskier whirled around and looked at Geralt then up at the sky, the sun slowly descending in the late afternoon light. âOh youâre right. Best head back now before we lose the light. Pity we had to have that fight after the nice splash weâd had in that stream. Do you think thereâs time to wash again before we head back?â
Geralt nodded. âYes. Letâs do that first, getting clean again. Thatâs a very, very good idea.â
âHmm,â Jaskier hummed, âI didnât expect that answer from Mr Uses Monster Guts As Shampoo.â
âWeâre going to need to get very clean,â Geralt said, âbecause as soon as we get back to camp I am going to fuck you.â
Jaskier froze. âWhaaaat did you just say? Geralt, I think I misheard you.â
Geralt shrugged. âOr you can fuck me. After seeing you fight like that, Iâm letting you choose how we do it.â
âSeeing me fight.â Jaskier opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find which of the many words he had at his disposal he wished to use.
âOr I could just suck you off, if youâd prefer that instead.â
âGeralt of Rivia. Geralt⌠Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde and I have never been more grateful for the night Vesemir got drunk and shared stories of your youth, I need you to be very, very serious about that offer.â Jaskier licked his lips. âBecause I would very much like to take you up on it and if⌠if itâs just for the night, I donât rightly think we should risk our⌠ye gods, youâve never even called me your friend and here you are offering sex as if⌠is this just because you feel obligated? Iâm sure you would have moved just in time but I couldnât risk letting that man hurt you and-â
Geralt reached out and pulled Jaskier close, which shut the bard up. A trick Geralt was wishing heâd let himself try before. âI am very serious. If you want it to be for the night, itâs just for the night. It could be a more⌠formal arrangement if youâd prefer that.â
Jaskier dropped his head to Geraltâs shoulder and breathed out heavily. âI died, didnât I? I misjudged the distance and the bandit killed me and this is heaven. I didnât think Iâd go to heaven. Huh.â
âNot dead,â Geralt said, lifting a hand to thread through Jaskierâs hair. âNot letting you die. Ever. Especially now that I know how well you fight. Youâre living just as long as I am. Donât know how. Iâll ask Yen, maybe sheâll know of some-â
âOkay,â Jaskier took a step back. âNow, now youâre just being⌠you want to ask Yennefer, a very very scary witch that you sleep with on the regular-â
Geralt shrugged. âGoing to have to stop that now that I have you.â
A high-pitched whine issued from Jaskierâs throat. âIâm going to need you to stop saying things like that if you donât mean them⌠how I⌠ho- expe- think you mean them.â
âI mean them how you think I mean them,â Geralt said. âMost likely. I mean that I would very much like to take you back to our camp and check at least a few things off the mental list of sexual acts weâve both been compiling right now.â
Jaskier squeaked, âBoth?â
Geralt nodded. âI would very much like to do so tomorrow night and for as many nights as you want me. And to extend your allotment of nights somehow. Yennefer has been searching arcane magic things for decades, surely sheâs found some anti-ageing or immortality spell by this point. She wouldnât have needed it, but Iâm sure she would have made note of any.â
âSure she canât make me younger before she does that?â Jaskier asked, relying on humour to help him deal with the inrush of information he was being given.
Tilting his head, Geralt looked Jaskier over very thoroughly, noting with some satisfaction what effect his assessing stare had on the state of Jaskierâs trousers. âI like you as you are now. Not the whelp that followed me when It was stupid and dangerous. Youâre a grown man now. Youâve filled out. I like how you look.â
Jaskier ran a hand through his hair. âPardon me if this all seems very sudden.â
âNot sudden,â Geralt said. âIâve liked how you looked for years.â
âYou never said anything.â
Geralt smirked slightly. âI know youâve lusted for me. I can smell arousal. You never said anything either.â
Jaskier flailed again. âYou didnât consider me your friend, so forgive me for assuming âHey Geralt, youâre the most bloody gorgeous person Iâve ever seen in my whole life would you like to bed me and then marry meâ wouldnât go down very well.â
âI thought,â Geralt started, âyou only wanted to follow me for the songs. For the fame and coin it earns you. Itâs why you started following me.â
Struck speechless, Jaskier just stared.
Geralt continued. âIâve thought of you as my friend, but I didnât think you thought of me as yours. Until you saved me. Until you learned how I fight in case you ever needed to save me. Until you knew what my potions do and which ones they are. All the little things youâve done for me throughout the years make sense now. I know friendship. Thatâs not friendship; itâs love.â
âI have loved you since,â Jaskier waved a hand theatrically, âsince you told the elves to let me go. Since you let me stay with you even though you could have outrun me easily on Roach. You hunted enough for two and laid our bedrolls close so I wouldnât freeze on cold nights and especially after the mountain, youâve barely let me out of your sight and⌠oh my gods, I am thick, arenât I? I am so thick! I am Mr. Thick Thick Thickety Thickface from Thicktown, Thickania. You donât talk, you do. That was your way of⌠of⌠saying how you feel. Isnât it?â
Geralt hummed and nodded.
Jaskierâs smile could have outshone the lovely sunset happening somewhere behind them. âYou love me. Geralt, you⌠love me. Like I love you. Oh my gods, are you sure Iâm not dead? Or having the most wonderful dream? This is real,â he took a step closer and reached out cautiously to pull Geralt into his arms. âThis is real, right?â
âItâs real,â Geralt nodded again.
A laugh bubbled out of Jaskier, eliciting a smaller but no less sincere one from Geralt. âIf I wasnât covered in blood, I would be kissing you alre-â
Geralt leaned in and pressed their lips together, relishing the happy gasp Jaskier made against his mouth. âHmm, Iâm bloody too.â
Jaskier kissed Geralt, a small peck and then another. âWhere was that stream again?â
Geralt pulled back and took Jaskierâs hand, guiding him in the dimming light. âI wonât be bedding you and then marrying you,â he said.
Confusion scrunched up Jaskierâs face before he realized what he had said before. âOh bollocks, I didnât mean that- necessarily- I donât- where would we find a priest or priestess any- I wasnât suggesting-â
âWe have to have some courting time before we should even think about marrying,â Geralt continued. âitâs only proper.â
âRight,â Jaskier nodded so fast, it was a miracle his head didnât fly away. âRight, right, right, right. Of course, of course, of course. Proper⌠proper courting. Geralt?â he asked as they arrived at the stream. âI love you. I just⌠can I say that now? Because Iâve wanted to say it so many times and Iâve been biting it back for years and I just⌠I just love you.â
Geralt smiled. âI love you too.â
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Wow,â Geralt said, staring up at the ceiling. âThatâs how you manage to get away with those abysmal pickup lines. I mean⌠wow.â His heart was racing so fast it almost sounded human after the passionate, athletic and frankly innovative sex theyâd just had. "I always did think it would be good."
He didnât need to turn to see Jaskierâs smug smile, but he did anyway.
Jaskierâs grin was wide and stretched his cheeks even higher than normal. He tossed his sweaty fringe out of his face and kissed Geralt, deeply, slowly, perfectly. âYouâre welcome.â
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Whoops, Anon, I deleted your ask :(Â
I do have a few fic recs for you, though they tend to lean more towards a badass Jaskier than anything else. I searched on AO3 with the broad BAMF!Jaskier tag then sorted by Kudos, and these a few on the first page that Iâve read and enjoyed! There are a bunch more though, and I am sure you will find some to your own taste! As well, you may want to look into Witcher!Jaskier AUs, those will be full of badass Jaskier and shocked/surprised Geralt. Some include violence etc, so please always read the tags. Happy reading!
Swords Out by ajeepandleather
you like to think Jaskier is some dainty flower child but he is a feral lil slav and I will die with this
A.K.A - Jaskier is a badass and Geralt is kinda (definitely) into it
Sometimes a Hammer, Sometimes a Lockpick by madsthenerdygirl
Geralt's been in a dungeon for two weeks and is understandably frustrated. Jaskier, on the other hand, is what one might call... livid.
Frantic by AvoidingAverage
Geralt leaves Jaskier to go on a hunt that quickly goes wrong. Jaskier decides to take matters into his own hands.
If I Had My Way, Iâd Tear the Building Down by Girl_in_Red_Crossing
Jaskier rescues Geralt from a villain who commits the ultimate sin: he cuts Geralt's hair.
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U know what idea I love?
okay so Iâve 100% read fanfictions that r kinda based on this premise (and if you want me to rec them, let me know!) but I want Jaskier to be a bard but Dragon Age style. For people that donât know, a Dragon Age bard is just like a normal bard, they go to courts, compose music and generally tell the stories of the world, however they also acts as assasins and spies of the highest order, inflitrating courts and selling their secrets to the highest bidder while also killing however they need to. Their facades as happy-go-lucky musicians keep everyone fooled until itâs too late.Â
So, imagine Jaskier as a bard who decided he had enough of the courts and the intrigue and left it all behind because he did not want to just spill secrets to a faceless noble but instead tell stories that will last generations. He wouldnât be in trouble or anything with other bards for âabandoningâ his training but he would most likely be seen as weak.Â
Bards are trained in dual sword wielding and archery for weaponry and I can totally see Jaskier using butterfly swords/Baat Jaam Dao cause he wants to remain inconspicious and achery is little bit too obvious, Baat Jaam Dao are small and easy to conceal. The fighting style is all about overcoming your opponent with fast, agile strikes, and disarming them, not killing them. I think this fits Jaskier really well. For reference, hereâs what the swords look like:Â
Jaskier could totally hide them. Also, this sword idea may or not be inspired by a move from the Dragon Age series called the Butterfly where you slash the enemyâs wrists and then their throat immedialy after. (Please go read Dragon Age: The Masked Empire)
Bards are also expected to be able to complete a mission in private, say, at a banquet and then return to being the life of the party, not a hair out of place and no one even noticing you are gone. And oh god, I love this idea so much.Â
Like Jaskier doesnât really take jobs anymore unless they strike him as somehting that needs to be done, morally speaking, and he actually doesnât really and try and hide it from Geralt. So Jaskier tlak all the time but never about his past but Geralt never asks about his past so Jaskier basically pretends it doesnât exist.Â
And Jaskier is really more trained for dealing with human monsters so itâs not like heâd be of any help for a kikimora hunt or whatever, thatâs not really in his wheelhouse.Â
Ugh just imagine if Geralt gets captured or incapacitated, something that Jaskier has never had to deal with so he steps in and just takes whatever the threat is OUT. Geralt is surprised and horny.Â
Let me know if u want more of these headcanons or something
#assassin jaskier#the Witcher#the witcher netflix#geralt#jaskier centric#finally#actually that's this whole damn blog#dragon age#the witcher headcanons#the witcher au#jaskier#geraskier#myposts#bamfjaskier
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Summary: As Jaskier reach the final verses of the song he looked right at Geralt with a bright smile, daring him to try and leave now. He stepped up onto a table as people surrounded him, cheering and singing along. â¨âJaskier is fucking hot when heâs performing.â â¨This shocked Jaskier so much he lost his footing on the table and fell right off onto a poor chap who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. â¨AKA Geralt has been awfully talkative lately, Jaskier wonders why. And this humble bard will do anything to get to the bottom of it. â¨AKA Jaskier can hear Geraltâs thoughts. Itâs not as fun as youâd think.
⌠Okay so since everyone got really excited about THIS post, I decided to write a quick one-shot about it. It got sappier than I wanted but OH WELL. â¨quick shout out to @dat-carovieh @shewritesinthethirdperson @iloveyouyen @vindicatedwitcher @shi-toyu @kaliyahdenise23 @kickassfu @sootdust @ghost-reader-no6 @words-are-my-sword @coolforcats @anarchycox @the-story-is-this @esspress0depress0 @singeramg @tokyodarling @freaky-fan-like-you @wtf-casper and anyone else who said within like 1 hour of posting this headcanon that they wanted a fic!â¨If other people want to run with the idea GO WILD and then please link me in so I can read ALL OF THEM
#The Witcher fanfic#ficrec#The Witcher netflix#ao3#fanfiction#myfics#myposts#geraskier#geralt#soft geralt#jaskier#BAMFjaskier#cute shit#cursed jaskier#good stuff here guys#go read it
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Which AU should I write next?
Thatâs right. Itâs up to YOU, my followers and assorted readers, to decide which fanfic I should begin writing next. As I wrap up on my Nightingale Prince fanfic, I need a new project. Here are my AUs and at the end is a google form where you can anonymously vote for which AU you want as a fanfic!!
Here are all the AUs in case you donât know or forgot oneÂ
Kingdom Reverse AU
Accidental Witcher AUÂ
Hanahaki YenneferÂ
Geraskier Soulmate Words on the Skin AUÂ
Geraskier Undercover MarriedÂ
Netflix Geralt meets DandelionÂ
Yennskier Travel Companion AUÂ
Dryad Geralt AUÂ
Crack!Assasin Jaskier AU
Jaskier: Worst Time Traveler Ever
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