#coen/jaskier

[pherryt]

Making Good on a Promise

Witcher, Part of the Incubus Series, a timestamp for Matter of Convenience.

Rated: M Ship: Coen/Jaskier Words: 2606 Bingo Squares Filled:

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Summary: Jaskier's making good on his promise to worship each Witcher properly, one Witcher at a time and it's Coen's turn.

@save-a-witcher-bingo

[bluedillylee]

Jaskier gets a lute and a wifey (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ⌒♡*:･。.

Yennefer was so flustered she accepted Jaskier’s proposal without thinking (*/ω＼)

the lute has buttercups on it btw .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

[fandom-junk-drawer]

What Jaskier sees daily as he wanders the grounds of Kaer Morhen

(Vesemir is crying in a corner somewhere because his sons are idiots)

[thedemonofcat]

Once, Jaskier went around and hired every single witcher at Kear Morhen. Then goes to find Yennefer for some magic help.

The job is very simple. To go to the next bardic competeition with him. Then, when Valdo goes on

Boo and yell insults as loud as possible.

Jaskier had Yennefer come along to have her magic amplify the sound even more

[0dde11eth]

Geralt: jaskiers been acting up lately. He ate some chips on MY SIDE of the bed. And the chips he couldn't finish? He squished them into my blankets. What do you think would be a good punishment?

Vesemir: Laundry duty, actions have consequences.

Lambert: Legos on his side of the bed

Aiden: nothing! kiss his head and tell him you love him. (Aidens also a brat and doesn't want Lambert to get ideas)

Eskel: Make him wear wet socks

Coen: sit on him and fart

[gregre369]

Jaskier and young Vesemir would definitely have fucked.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 13

How was Jaskier supposed to know that the lovely woman he spent the night with had a husband? Let alone a husband in a big scary poacher gang? So Jaskier is hauling ass through the forest, only to get his leg caught in a beartrap. He faceplants (very daintily, prettily, and most certainly not with an embarrassing wail, thank you very much) and begins sobbing with the pain. Not to mention his cheap lute breaking into splinters. Great. Just great. What a LOVELY day he's having! A pure white werewolf with bright golden eyes suddenly prowls out of the bushes, growling at him, and Jaskier decides that today really is his worst day. No matter how majestic the beast is, this is cearly the end of Jaskier the bard. He sobs and begs to live, apologizing profusely, and the last thing he sees is the monstrous snout getting closer. Geralt, the werewolf, is stalking for food for his pack, only to come across one of those humans in their own traps. Except... This human isn't one of them. He's wearing brightly colored delicate clothing, and wasn't familiar with where their traps were. It's an innocent human. One that smells very nice, under all the stench of blood and fear. Wolf!Geralt creeps closer, and pries open the trap, intending on releasing the human back into the wild, but it just kind of stares at him in horror before passing out. Hm. Well, it appears it needs more care than he initially thought. So imagine the other witcher's surprise when he doesn't bring food back to the pack, but instead brings a human to patch up. The moon dips out of the sky, they all turn back into their witcher-human forms, and now they're all SCRAMBLING over what they're meant to do!? HOW DO YOU CARE FOR A HUMAN AGAIN??? FUCK- I DON'T KNOW! Geralt stop petting him, he doesn't like that, he's human, not a wolf! What do you mean he likes it? Oh shit- EVERYONE QUICK PET HIM! No wait- He doesn't like it any more- One at a time pet him! And uh- Fuck- What do normal people eat!?

♡!Optional addons!♡ • (ORIGINALLY A TAG) Is Aiden a werecat or also a werewolf? And if he is a werewolf (and/or a werecat I suppose), perhaps he's from a rival pack (against his will) and needs to be rescued by Lambert as a sideplot • Maybe the poachers find poor trapped Jaskier and Geralt has to fight them off first, or perhaps they come back later, intent on killing the White Wolf • Perhaps Geralt turns Jaskier into a werewolf (Either with his consent or without his consent ONLY if he has to do it to save his life, we don't fuck with forced bonds here, people)

[random-apollo-child]

Jaskier chillin in kaer morhen singing with Geralt laughing and hanging his arms around him

Lambert: Is Geralt laughing how does the bard make him laugh

Yennefer: I don't know they have known each other for years almost 24 years I think

Coën: 24 years? Jeez how the hell did they meet and when did they meet?

Jaskier: You know you can just ask us, right? Yennefer doesn't have all the details

Lambert: Ok then how did you guys meet

Jaskier: Well Geralt was brooding in the corner of a tav-

Geralt: I was not brooding

Jaskier: Bull shit now let me finish, now. Geralt was brooding in the corner of a tavern when young and finish 18 year old me saw him and started to follow him and he never got rid of me

Geralt: Hell I had to save his life once remember that Yen?

Yennefer: Oh how could I forget about what you guys say is your biggest argument (in a moking tone) "how's my singing Geralt" "it's like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling" "you- you need a nap"

Jaskier: Oh ha ha ha very fucking funny

Geralt: Yennefer shut the fuck up

*The other witchers cracking up"

@help-help-i-need-an-adult

[artistsfuneral]

Crushes

"Oh my," Jaskier chuckles quietly from where he's sitting across from Geralt in one of the big chairs by the hearth. Immediately alert - because Jaskier is never quiet about anything - Geralt looks up at the bard. He follows his friend's gaze to Coen and Ciri at the other end of the great hall. They're doing nothing out of the ordinary as far as he can tell; The griffin is outwardly relaxed, listening to Ciri's enthusiastic chattering with an idle smile on his lips.

Grunting in hope of an explanation, Geralt returns his focus on Jaskier who seems to be beaming with a mix of glee and something other the witcher can't point. "It seems," Jaskier answers the unasked question with his voice hushed, "that our favorite princess is harboring a little crush."

He doesn't know what to feel as his head whips around back to his daughter and one of his closest friends. Denial at first, because surely Jaskier is wrong about this. There's no way it's true, right? Followed by the horrible possibility of Jaskier being correct about it. Geralt gulps audibly.

Judging by the way Coen suddenly looks paler than before, the griffin has very much listened in on their conversation and is now rethinking his life choices. Good, Geralt says to himself. Ciri stays blissfully unaware.

"Now, now, don't look so shocked, Papa Wolf." Said shock might be the only thing keeping Geralt from knocking Jaskier off his seat for the usage of the forbidden nickname. "It's a perfectly normal thing for a young girl to develop a crush or two. And I mean look at Coen-dear, he's quite a catch, isn't he? Tall, pretty, well-mannered and kind. I can't say I'm surprised," Jaskier goes on, either just as blissfully unaware or gracefully ignoring that Coen could hear every single whispered word.

"How can you be so sure? It's not like she ever said anything," Geralt argues in the hopes of being able to hold onto his denial. (He denies that too.) Jaskier hides a laugh, "Of course she wouldn't say anything, especially not to her Dad. It is fairly obvious though, I'm afraid. Isn't she spending more time with him than usually? She's constantly chattering him up, trying to figure out his likes, dislikes and special interests. Tries really hard to impress him during these conversations and training. Look at her, the way she's beaming every time Coen-dear smiles at her. It's adorable."

Geralt still doesn't know how to feel about all of this. The worst part of it is, that the bard is making a horrible lot of sense. Geralt - who just started to enjoy his fatherhood - is in no way prepared for this, he realizes. "But isn't he too-" old? He doesn't finish the sentence.

The bard returns his concerned look with a soft smile. "Of course, but that's completely normal too. She just realized for the first time that Coen-dear is a great man. He is incredibly talented in the same skills she wants to learn, he is kind to her and rather good-looking. It's the perfect combination for a crush." Geralt is almost afraid to hear the answer of his next question, "What do we do?" Across the hall Coen visibly straightens, mentally preparing himself to jump out of the next window. Meanwhile Jaskier looks at Geralt like he just bit into a broom. "Do? We're doing absolutely nothing. It's a crush. It'll go away in a few weeks. As long as Coen-dear doesn't do anything stupid." The last part Jaskier voices with a sharp edge, definitely addressed to the griffin. "If he simply acts like he normally does, nothing will happen and we can peacefully watch Ciri blush and stumble over herself. Geralt, my dear, I didn't tell you so you can make a battle plan. I just thought it was adorable and wanted to share that with you."

Nothing happens for a moment and then Geralt and Coen visibly deflate with relief. Across the hall, little Ciri places her hands on her hips and huffs at the griffin. "Are you even listening to me?" She asks, lips forming a royal pout that worked like magic back in Cintra. In Kaer Morhen it's not different. "Of course, princess, please go on." The smile on Coen's face is warm and adoring. Maybe, one day - he decides silently - when Ciri is all grown up and a witcher undoubtedly much stronger than him, he will tease her about her crush. For now he just lets her be a kid.

Jaskier grins knowingly and waves his hand in the air, addressing Geralt once more. "If that's been a shock to you, just wait a year or two for her first rebellion. I bet 100 crowns she'll fall for Lambert."

No, Geralt thinks. Not if Lambert is conveniently locked up in the basement.

[underpreparedbard]

Respond to this with a pick-up line Jaskier would use on the Kaer Morons

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Witcher characters + monstertamer!reader

Summary: how characters from the Witcher would react to finding a person who has tamed monsters

Notes: i finally finished most of the drafts i had lying around and thought fuck it let's post them all. have fun with the new content!!

Taglist: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @lucyinthelibrary @sunndust (hmu to be added to any kind of masterlist!!)

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Geralt

Probably found you bc he was supposed to kill said monsters in the first place

To me, Geralt comes across as someone who’s genuinely a good person

Idt he’ll kill your monsters, despite the money he was paid

Impressed, mostly stays to himself though

Yennefer

Obviously she wants to know how

You’re the only one on the Continent with this power and she wants it

It’s yen, what did you expect?

Will try to do even better than you

Jaskier

This is magical, magnificent, oh my!

Immediately writes a ballad of the enigma that tamed the monsters

Don’t let him get too close to them

Will ask for details to spice up his song

Ciri

She would try to kill the monsters in order to ‘protect’ Geralt

And frankly, she does not believe you at first

Will never get accustomed to the tame monsters

Her first instinct will always be that they’re bad

Eskel

In absolute awe

If he could do this, his job would be so much easier

Doesn’t care what others think, he’s always wanted to talk to a ghost

Does not want to kill them

Lambert

He’s like ‘ain’t no way bro’

So cool about it

Well if you can tame monsters

Then why tf does he still have to kill them

Coen

Super torn

He should be doing his job, instead he’s having tea with a Bruxa

Will probably end up killing the monsters

It’s his job after all

Vesemir

He needs to write this down!!!

Might like… froth at the mouth if you can’t tell him how you did it

TELL HIM

Comes back from retirement

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 11

Chapter 10

"COME OUT AND FACE ME, WITCHER!" Daemon shouts from outside the castle, "Or are you too much of a coward to face the dragon?!"

"I'm just going to go out on a limb here," Jaskier speaks up, "but I think he's talking about you, Geralt."

"What the fuck does he want Geralt for?" Lambert asks.

"I, uh, may have mentioned my past lover's relationship with Geralt when I was with Daemon," you point out, nervous smile on your face.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" Lambert frowns.

"Yeah, (y/n), why?" Jaskier agrees.

"I thought if Daemon knew I wasn't a virgin, he'd leave me alone!" you exasperate, "at least I thought that was why he was trying to seduce me in the first place, he does have a reputation for deflowering maidens. I was wrong."

 "Anyway," you continue, "it's not really Geralt he wants. It's me. He's come to take me and Aemma away."

"...I won't let him," Geralt says, placing a hand on your shoulder, "you made me make a promise. And I intend to keep it."

"Come out and face me, Witcher!" Daemon calls out once more.

"I'll handle this," Geralt tells the others.

"But...what if that dragon appears?" Coen asks. "If we have to, we'll all take the beast head on," Vesemir answers, placing a hand on Geralt's shoulder, "we'll be waiting." 

Geralt nods and open the doors to the keep slightly.

He slowly walks out, approaching the prince.

Once face-to-face, Daemon and Geralt stare at each other, almost as if sizing one another up.

Geralt was the first to speak, "You wanted to see me?"

"So, you're the witcher," Daemon says, head tilted lightly like he was curious, "the famous White Wolf from the Continental minstrels' ballads. I must admit, you're not at all what I expected. I'd thought you'd have fangs or horns or something like that."

"I've heard that joke before," Geralt says with a faux smile, "I had them filed down. What do you want? I know you didn't come all this way just to admire me, Daemon Targaryen."

"You know who I am?" Daemon asks. "I know enough," Geralt deadpans, "now answer my question." 

"You have something that belongs to me," Daemon states in a threatening way, drawing his Dark Sister from its sheath and pointing it at Geralt, "I've come to take it back."

Geralt stares at the sword, fascinated by the metal that was used to create it. He turned his gaze towards the prince again, "there is nothing here that belongs to you," the witcher states with confidence, "I suggest you leave. Go back to your homeland."

"I'm not leaving," Daemon stubbornly sneers, "not until I have what I have come for. I don't care what special powers you possess from that mutant body of yours, I will cut you down if you don't stand out of my way."

"Leave. Now," Geralt warns, drawing his silver sword, taking a fighting stance, "I won't ask again. Prince or not, this is my home, and you are trespassing." 

The standoff continued for a few more moments.

The the impulsive Daemon charged at Geralt and the two soon clashed swords. Daemon may be faster, but Geralt was the older and more experienced out of the two. He parried each blow from the prince's swords, getting the upper hand with each pirouette and lunge.

At one point, Daemon managed to get the upper hand and push Geralt to the ground.

The prince was about to stab Geralt through the head, but the witcher dodged and got back on his feet.

The two clashed swords in a stalemate.

"Tell me, witcher, how does it feel?" Daemon taunts, "to have (y/n) in your arms every night, knowing you could never give her what I could?"

Geralt only grunted in response.

"Maybe that's why you took her away from me, is that it? Are you planning to turn my child into a mutant freak, like yourself?"

Geralt jumped back and kicked Daemon in the chest, pushing him back slightly, "did it ever occur to you that (y/n) left of her own volition?" the witcher sneers, "that she was trying to get away from you? That she didn't want you to find out?"

"She wouldn't do that," Daemon insists, wiping the blood from his mouth, "not after everything I ever provided for her, both in and out of the bed. After I kill you, witcher, I'll take that trinket of yours as my trophy," he points his sword to Geralt's medallion, "I'll have her wear it every night while I fuck her until my seed grows inside her womb once more. A further testament that the blood of the dragon cannot be matched by that of the impotent white wolf."

Geralt only chuckled at that statement, knowing full well Daemon was only trying to provoke the witcher by insulting his manhood in an immature fashion. "You find this amusing?"

"Not at all," Geralt answers, though in a tone that suggests that he did, "the way you carry on in this manner, prince, I'd say you're the one who is overcompensating."

As expected, this angered the prince, and he charged at Geralt once again.

Geralt then cast the Aard sign, forcing Daemon onto his back.

"Do you think we should go in there and help him?" Ciri asks as you, her, and Jaskier watch the fight from inside the keep.

"Does Geralt really look like he needs help?" Jaskier points out, "he just knocked the man to his feet. He's got this."

The silver medallions from the witcher memorial started to hum along with the ones around the witches' necks.

"Maybe don't speak too soon, brother," you say, nervousness creeping up from knowing what was about to happen.

Daemon groaned, disoriented from the impact. He was about to reach for his sword, but Geralt step on his arm to stop him.

The witcher pointed his sword at Daemon's neck.

"You've overstayed your welcome, prince," Geralt speaks, "yield now. Leave and return to where you came from."

Daemon only chuckles in amusement as a response.

Geralt was confused by the prince's reaction, but the moment his medallion started humming, the moment he heard the high pitched shriek, he looked up and knew what was coming.

"Shit!" Geralt backs away.

Right on cue, Caraxes climbed up the mountain, his long slender neck reaching out till his head was right under Daemon, who was smiling from in victory from the tables being turned.

The red dragon faced Geralt and roared in anger.

In this moment, the witcher only had one word to say...

"Fuck."

Chapter 11.5

Masterlist

[bluedillylee]

The witcher timeline is already a mess so I can fit in more family time at kaer morhen if I want.

I want the witchers to help throw a fun party for Ciri to make up for mocking her when she dressed up and to help her feel better after Voleth Mier.

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Yennefer, Ciri, Jaskier, Geralt, Vesemir, Eskel, Lambert and Coen dance in a circle with joined hands.

Yennefer looks at Ciri with a soft expression thinking “She looks happy…good”

Ciri is blushing while looking at Jaskier

Jaskier is saying “c’mon Ciri, let’s show these wolves how it’s done. Do your best with those cloven hooves, Yennefer.”

Geralt is doing the wrong dance moves and thinking “Fuck, wrong foot.”

Vesemir is asleep as he dances

Eskel has scars from the Leshen transformation and whispers to Lambert “is it just me or is the bard hot?”

Lambert has a look of concentration on his face as he says “both of you shut the fuck up. I’m fucking dancing here.”

Coen is laughing at Lambert and saying tauntingly “ c’mon Lamby you’re getting shown up by the bard”

[fandom-junk-drawer]

What Jaskier sees while watching the Kaer Morons do repairs to the Keep.

[thedemonofcat]

To put it nicely, It’s widely known that the Pankratz family are very open about who they love. To put it bluntly, they're a family of slut’s

Soon, it’s discovered that every member of Kear Morhen has, at one point been in a relationship with a Pankratz.

Vessimir was in one with Jaskier's Grandmother, apparently even when Jaskier’s father was born. They're looking into that.

Eskel had a minor fling with Jaskier's sister one summer.

Lamber and Aiden were in a threesome with one of Jaskier's uncles

Coen at a one-night stand with Jaskier's brother

Not even Yennefer, who had a brief encounter with Jaskier's cousin.

Currently, Ciri has not been at any meeting with the Pankratz family. Which is probably a good thing since her Jaskier happens to be a distant cousins.

And there, Geralt and Jaskier

[0dde11eth]

Jaskier showing the kaer morons those little green Army men with the parachutes that he used to play with as a kid

... vesemir sighs... he tried to keep them learning about their existence

Especially now that he's trying to convince them that NO A BLANKET IS NOT AN ADEQUATE PARACHUTE GET OFF THE DAMN ROOF. NOW!!!