#dancer jaskier

[myrkky]

Belly dancer Jaskier with 2 outfits

Also a more revealing outfit and a nude version is up on my nsfw twitter @ NastyMyrkky

[thedemonofcat]

Modern Ballet au: Julian Pankratz, who goes by the stage name Jaskier, has dedicated his life to the world of professional ballet. His unwavering commitment to his career is largely due to his mother, an overbearing figure who has maintained an iron grip on every aspect of his existence. Jaskier's mother's control is so pervasive that she insists on calling him by his birth name, Juilan, treating him like a helpless child even as he matures into a talented dancer.

However, the turning point in Jaskier's life arrived when he crossed paths with Geralt Riva, and their blossoming romance ignited a spark of hope in his heart. This newfound love shook the foundations of Jaskier's life, but it also triggered a chain of events he could never have anticipated.

Jaskier's mother, determined to maintain her control over him, orchestrated a devious scheme that led to Geralt's wrongful arrest. Simultaneously, she intensified her manipulation by locking Jaskier inside his room when he wasn't at rehearsals, isolating him from the world outside. This confinement was a calculated move to shackle Jaskier's freedom.

The situation turned even darker when Jaskier's mother and his dance instructor concocted a sinister plan to subjugate him further. During a critical performance, they drugged him, forcibly keeping him awake beyond his limits and pushing him to exhaustion. Once the performance was over, they administered sleeping pills to induce a deep and artificial slumber.

As the effects of these mind-altering substances took hold, Jaskier's spirit was crushed, rendering him a mere puppet of his mother's controlling influence. Finally, she had achieved her dark desire - to turn Jaskier into a compliant and lifeless doll, stripped of his autonomy and aspirations.

Meanwhile, Geralt, now free from unjust incarceration, is determined to rescue Jaskier from this nightmarish existence. With unwavering resolve, he embarked on a perilous journey to liberate the person he loved, vowing to break the chains of manipulation that had ensnared Jaskier and return him to the world of dance and life he once cherished.

[dear-ao3]

Question for the mods....

HOW IN THE FUCK DID YOU MEET???

Like what???

How??

I am so god damn curious about you two. I wanna study yall under a microscope lol

Also ngl kinda envious of how close of friends you two seem to be. (Being an introverted shy af mofo sucks lmao)

I would actually probably read a whole ass book or watch a sitcom or something of the seemingly ever present weird-ass shit that seems to happen on a day-by-day basis.

/gen /lh /nf /pos

2018 newsies fandom. we weren't overly close but we bonded over race and albert a little and then katya dropped off the face of the earth for about a year.

during 2020 lockdown we both independently got into the witcher fandom and somehow ran into eachother again and had the fingers pointing OH MY GOD Y O U !!! moment in our dms. we bonded over hating jaskier. during this time we realized we were both dancers and katya was looking at dance colleges, i was already in college for dance and since it was lockdown and we couldn't go anywhere i told katya my experience auditioning at places to give him a good idea of places. and then i broke every internet safety rule known to man and said hey what if you had applied to my college but didnt know it?? and then one thing led to another and i dished out all the tea on my school. (only After that did we face reveal and give eachother our names lol) and then katya applied. mostly as a joke. until it wasnt a joke because that school gave katya a shit load of money and actually had stuff katya wanted to do. katya ended up coming to one of my zoom ballet classes and it took everything we had to not loose our shit on camera.

during this time we mostly kept eachother sane in lockdown writing witcher fanfic, and sending eachother awful thirst traps on instagram to pitbull music. one of our awful bits was using the dilf filter to make bad frat boy edits.

come august of 2021 we both moved into college. the same college. in the same building. it was wild. i pinched myself several times in shock. we went on a walk around campus with some worms on strings and were like what the hell how did we get here.

we continued to hang out and did weird insane things together. we took a class on the french revolution together where i had to put up with katya and fennec awkwardly flirting (read: making finger guns at eachother).

and then, since i was 2 years older, i was graduating and was going to stay in the area for a job and was like hey. what if we got an apartment together? and then we did. several adults agreed to this. idk why they let us. but now we live together in a real life apartment and we haven't even killed eachother yet. neither of our parents know that we met online. each of them have a different fake story as to how we know eachother and we really just hope they are never in the same room long enough to ask eachother about it. but its insane. 12/10 would recommend.

katya wanted me to include old tumblr screenshots of us talking, heres what i found from circa 2020:

we've always been like this lol

and heres some ancient greatest hits from instagram, i dont have context and trust me you dont want it:

every now and then the two of us look at eachother and go. how the fuck did we end up here??? (we have no idea)

[wren-of-the-woods]

Curse Fic Recs

I absolutely love Witcher fics where a character gets cursed so I thought I'd share some of my favorites! All of them are Geraskier except for a few Lambden ones at the end.

If anyone has other fics to reccommend, please feel free to give them a shoutout – I’d love to read them!

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Cursed Jaskier

A Friend in the Wild by @samstree (Rated T, 1k)

In which Geralt acquires a tiny mouse friend who wouldn't stop following him.

If There's Any Sleep At Night by @smolalienbee (Rated T, 22k)

A mare, also known as a mara or a zmora - a malicious entity, a bringer of nightmares and a demon of the night. An easy enough contract to fulfill, if only frustrating, or at least that’s what Geralt believes when he first sets out to hunt down one such mare. What he doesn’t expect is to be wrapped up in a tale of a wronged soul, of love and of joy.

My Name is Hidden On Your Tongue by @anarchycox (Rated T, 10k)

Jaskier is cursed. Well his whole family line is. Every male born child cannot be named. They can be given a name, but it will never be a true one and people will always have an allergic reaction to saying this false name. Only a soulmate speaking your true name aloud will break the curse. The family though has never cared, they've only cared about the family fortune and marrying well. But Jaskier cares. He is determined to travel the world, find his soulmate and learn what his name is. And the best way to travel the world seems to be with a rather taciturn witcher named Geralt of Rivia. If he started to hope that Geralt would be the one to say his true name, well that was one thing that Jaskier would not say aloud.

The Cursed Jewels of Lettenhove by GoldenDaydreams (Rated T, 8k)

Geralt has no intention of getting involved with breaking a curse and naturally ends up very involved.

Silver and Copper by @heronfem (Rated M, 56k)

Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

Priceless by @handwrittenhello (Rated M, 38k)

Jaskier was cursed as a child; when spilled, his blood turns to rubies and his tears turn to diamonds. When his secret is discovered, Geralt must save him from those who would take advantage of it. Together they work to break the curse, but the cost might end up being too steep.

Set My Wings on Fire by bilboakenshield27 (Not Rated, 4k)

Jaskier gets turned into a bird and has to warn Geralt about an ambush.

Sleep of the Dead by @dancedelion (Rated T, 20k)

Jaskier thinks he hit rock bottom when Geralt flushed twenty years of friendship down the drain, but then he finds himself suddenly translucent and rudely walked through by a traveller. Apparently he's dead - that's certainly a new low. He needs to find out what happened, and who better to help him than the man who's made more than clear he wants nothing to do with him.

The Sandpiper by @welcomemysentence (Rated T, 2k)

When Jaskier gets cursed into an actual sandpiper, the little coast bird, the only way to save him is with true love's kiss.

What's Engraved Upon My Heart (In Letters Deeply Worn) by @made-of-constellations-blog (Rated T, 6k)

Jaskier gets cursed to be a lark with a strange failsafe to turn him back. Geralt misses this, and realizes too late that he's not ready to lose his bard.

to be held by @wanderlust-t (Rated T, 1k)

The knife dropped on the ground. And Geralt’s thoughts reached to a halt for a moment. He had no rope. Not anything to keep Jaskier still. To hold him back. Oh. That was going to be a really long night.

Catskier by @al-in-my-head (Rated T, 17k)

Due to an unfortunate encounter with a mage while him and Geralt are apart, Jaskier is transformed into a cat. It just so happens that Geralt likes talking to animals.

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Cursed Geralt

A Marvelous Night for a Moondance by @flowercrown-bard (Rated T, 1k)

There was a warning every child living near Oakwood Valley knew. "Don't go out at night, or you'll disturb the Moonlit Dancer." No one truly knew who the Moonlit Dancer was, but everyone agreed on two things: The Dancer must be dangerous. And he must be oh so lonely.

animal instinct by leodesic (Rated M, 13k)

Despite Jaskier's hard work, there are still plenty of people who hate witchers. They think they're monstrous, inhuman, only held back from violence by a thin veneer of control. One mage has a plan to spread his views by capturing a witcher and bewitching them to remove their control. When the Butcher of Blaviken walks into his hideout, he's convinced he's found the perfect candidate - and a convenient way to get rid of the pesky bard that's been singing his praises. Jaskier is forced to agree witchers are not human, but that doesn't mean they're dangerous. In fact, he's astounded by how many of Geralt's uncontrolled impulses involve touching.

Connecting dots by @dapandapod (Rated G, 3k)

Geralt is hit with a lying curse, and it takes Jaskier an embarrassing amount of time to figure it out. Now, it Jaskier only would stick to the safe questions....

Don't Go Stealing My Heart by @thesilverqueenlady (Rated T, 17k)

When Jaskier is stiffed by a lord on payment, he decides to help himself to proper compensation. Alongside the correct amount of gold and silver, he also steals a beautiful silver wolf's head medallion. It's safe to say that he is not expecting the medallion to be haunted by the spirit of a very grumpy, very handsome, very cursed Witcher.

Cuddles, Curses, and Confusion by me :D (Rated T, 3k)

Geralt becomes oddly affectionate after being cursed by a mage. Jaskier would just like his life to be less complicated, please.

Spectre's Soul also by me :D (Rated T, 31k)

When Jaskier tried to go on a date with a man named Rience, he did not expect to nearly be killed. He certainly did not expect to discover a beautiful valley while running away from him. He very definitely did not expect to find out that the valley was haunted — by an absurdly beautiful man. Or: In which Geralt is cursed to be a ghost and Jaskier is the first person in decades to talk to him.

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Cursed Aiden

Headache at First Sight by YorkAndDelta (Rated T, 12k)

A story of how Lambert ends up looking after a cursed cat, helping a Witcher from a rival school retrieve his gear from angry mages, and maybe finds love along the way.

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Cursed Lambert

the mortifying ordeal of being known as a cat by @skaldingrayne Rated M, 10k

Lambert is cursed to be a cat. Fortunately, he finds Jaskier.

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You can find my other reclists here!

[redskull199987]

Of Thoughts and Actions

Jaskier x fem!reader  word count:0.9k Warnings:spoilers for season 3, apart from that just fluff Summary: You didn't see your friend Jaskier for a long time, since he split up from your group after the events at Kaer Morhen. So, when Geralt suggested that you ask the bard for help, you were more than happy to see your singing friend again… Masterlist

You watched the scene in front of you unfold with a smile on your face. Jaskier´s sweet voice was slowly lulling Ciri to sleep, after you had spent the evening playing cards against each other. Jaskier, of course, had lost all of his money to the young girl. Finally seeing her smiling again, having fun again, after all she's been through lately, made you feel like it was still worth fighting for. For Ciri, and her future. “What are you thinking about?”

Your head shot up, as Jaskier suddenly stood in front of you, his slender frame towering above you. “Just thinking about our journey so far”, You mumbled, as you slowly stood up, starting to gather the plates at cups from the small table you had been playing cards at, until a few minutes ago. “Anything in particular?”, Jaskier smiled, as he helped you clean up, picking up a plate. “Oh, maybe the one time, Geralt and I saved your ass?”, you chuckled, playfully hitting his arm. Jaskier mockingly opened his mouth, acting like he was utterly shocked by your words.

“Fine then”, he mumbled, stepping closer to me,”Remember when I taught you how to dance, that one particular evening where you had too much ale?”

You felt your cheeks redden, as you remembered how much of a fool you had made yourself. even Geralt had laughed at your sloppy dance moves, and Geralt never laughed, ever.

Jaskier had seemed to notice your discomfort and slowly stepped closer. He looked down at you for a second, before carefully grabbing your hands. “You know, I always thought you were the most beautiful Dancer, I had ever seen in my life.”, he smiled, causing you to blush even more. Since when were you so easily flushed? You were a great fighter, that had been through many battles along with your companions. But  now you were a blushing mess in front of the smiling bard. When you didn't say anything in return, Jaskier just continued to recount the story:”Not because you were the best at dancing or the most experienced, but because you enjoyed yourself. You were having fun to no end, just being yourself. That's what I´ve always loved about you, Y/N.” You were speechless at this point. You always knew that what you felt for Jaskier was different than what you felt for Yennefer or Geralt. It was more than friendship. But you never believed that he was feeling the same way, in fact you still didn't believe it. 

Against all your better judgement, you slowly pulled your hands away from Jaskier and excused yourself, saying that you needed some fresh air. And within seconds, you had left the small hut, stepping out into the night. 

Taking in a deep breath, you looked up admiring the stars that glistened in the sky. Upon seeing your breath come out in small huffs, you realised how cold it was. You slowly started walking around a bit to conjure some warmth, but it had no effort. After two laps around the hutt, you were still shivering. You debated going back inside for a second, but you didn't quite know if you were ready to talk to Jaskier again. 

The decision was made for you, as you felt how Jaskier´s coat was being wrapped around you. The purple material easily engulfed your form, preventing you from shivering. You turned your head to see said bard standing behind you, one of his hands was resting on the small of your back, as he wrapped the coat further around your form. “Thank you.”, you mumbled, looking back down. “You seemed cold”, he smiled, now stepping in front of you. His hands came up to adjust the collar around you. You felt his touch linger, as his bright eyes shifted towards your face. “Y/N”, he suddenly said. His hand rose to gently caress your cheek. Slowly leaning into his touch, you listened to his shallow breathing to calm yourself down.

“Jaskier.”, you finally said, looking up at him. He only sighed, seemingly not really knowing what to say:”I-I havent been honest with you,Y/N” “About what?”, you uttered quietly. He didn't say anything for a second, just staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“I really want to kiss you.”, he suddenly blurted out. You only smiled at him:”then do it.”

It only took Jaskier mere seconds to press his lips to yours. You felt his hands pulling you closer by the waist, as he deepened the kiss, his lips softly working against yours. Only as you parted, you actually realised what had just happened. Yours eyes widened, as you looked at his dreamy face. “I've wanted to do that for ages”, he admitted. A smile crossed your lips at his words:”I´m glad that you finally did.” “Oh I could kiss you again a thousand times, my love”, he chuckled, slightly squeezing your waist. “I wouldn't have a problem with that”, you whispered, before connecting your lips with his once more. Bonus: Ciri´s eyes slowly fluttered open, as the soft sunlight hit her face. Upon sitting up in her bed, she started to look around the room in search for her two friends. She expected them to be in their separate beds, still sleeping but Ciri couldn't help but to smile at what she saw in front of her. Right there, just a few metres away from her, you and Jaskier were huddled up together in the tiny bed. She could barely see your smaller form, as Jaskier was laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest. “I knew it”, she mumbled to herself, before slowly getting up to get ready for the day.

[theplaid-wearingmoose]

El Tango De Geralt ~Geralt x Reader angst~

Another song fic for Geralt? Yes of course. "But Mimi nobody asked for this" you say. Doesn't matter, it's giving me brain rot until I produce it. Yes I am into musicals and that's how i keep coming up with these. You're welcome. If you know Moulin Rouge, I would imagine those settings and characters for this one.

That damn woman. Every time she shows up, she ruins everything.That absolute hag. You hated that damn witch. Yennefer of Vengerberg. You didn't see her often but when she did happen to be in the same town as you, it was like you no longer existed to Geralt. You didn't know what hold she had over him but it really pissed you off. Geralt was finally back in town to see you but when she showed up, it was like you were invisible.

You knew something was up when Jaskier came to see you, looking for his witcher companion. You were finishing up the rehearsals on a sensual piece for your cabaret group. You were one of the lead performers at the large burlesque establishment and were well known throughout the country.

You hadn't seen Geralt all morning. You figured he'd wanted to rest after riding all afternoon the day before and then spending that night with you, showing you just how much he had missed you. Setting off in search for him, Jaskier not far behind, you paused when you noticed a familiar black horse tied up at the stables across the road. "Jaskier...that's not her horse, is it?" Jaskier followed your gaze and sighed heavily. "Unfortunately yes..she arrived this morning I believe. That's why I've been trying to find Geralt. I want to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." Jaskier admitted.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you took off running towards your quarters, praying Geralt was still there. Dread filled you when you found your room empty. You took off again, Jaskier calling out for you when he couldn't keep up. You ignored him and headed back in the direction of your cabaret. Suddenly a familiar smell reached your nose. Lilac and gooseberries...her fucking perfume. You followed the smell until you came to the local baths. You prayed even harder as you searched the building for Geralt. Surely, if he was in here, she would be also.

You rounded a corner and came to a full stop. Your eyes widened in horror as you took in the sight in front of you. Geralt was in one of the large pools...but so was she. Her naked chest was pressed to his, her face inches from his. He made no moves to push her away as her hands ran down his chest. Her lips brushed against his, causing you to let out a choked cry of anger. "Geralt?!" You exclaimed, fury filling you. Geralt seemed to snap out of his trace at the sound of your voice. Surprise made its way onto his face and he moved Yennefer away from him. "Y/N-" he started. But you refused to let him finish. You whirled around just as Jaskier caught up to you. "Ah, finally caught you. Did you find-oh..." He stopped as he took in your anger-filled face and Geralt naked with Yennefer in the background. You pushed past Jaskier, tears stinging your eyes as you ran back to your cabaret.

You made your way inside and immediately were comforted by your dancers. They knew as soon as they saw you what was wrong. "It's okay, honey. He doesn't deserve your tears." One of them, Isa, called over to the men who guarded the doors. "Don't let no Witcher in until Y/N says it's okay." She rubbed your shoulders as you cried. Another one of your girls spoke up. "Listen sweetie, you deserve better. You show that bastard what he's missing and then drop him. He wants some other skank, she can have him. You don't need this."

Wiping your eyes, you realized they were right. Besides, you had a performance tonight and couldn't let this ruin the show. You took a few minutes to calm down and relax and then had everyone prepare for the performance.

As you and the girls were getting ready you heard commotion at the front. As you went out to see what was wrong, Frenchie, one of your male leads, stopped you. "It's him sweetie, he's causin' trouble cause they won't let him in to see you. I don't think you should go out there alone." You smiled softly at him and patted his arm. "Thank you, Frenchie. I'll be alright. I can handle him." You gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek and continued out. You saw one of your guards wiping his bloody lip, three more struggling to hold Geralt. "It's alright, boys. You can let him go." You said, staring coldly at him. He ripped his arms free from their grip and made his way over to you. "Y/N, please let me explain." You held up your hand to stop him. "You have nothing to say to me, Geralt. Clearly you've made your choice. Now, I have a performance to get ready for. I'm sure you and your witch have other things to do." You snapped. Your heart ached to be this cruel to him but you wanted to get over him. You turned back to your guards. "If the Witcher would like to see the performance tonight, he is allowed to enter." "Yes ma'am." They answered.

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Looking out of the curtains you saw Geralt in the audience. You sighed, knowing this performance was as good as a goodbye to him. You wanted him to know how much he hurt you and this was going to do just that. The soft guitar played as the dancers moved to their places. As the violins chimed in and the tango began, you made your way onto the stage. Frenchie was singing his part in his signature growl. You met Geralt's golden eyes briefly before taking a breath and beginning your part.

Her eyes upon your face

Her hand upon your hand

Her lips caress your skin

It's more than I can stand

The dancers moved and swayed around you. The audience was staring at you intently, deeply invested in the story you were telling.

Why does my heart cry?

Feelings I can't fight

Geralt watched you, realization and guilt forming on his face as it dawned on him that this performance was about him. You stared hard into his eyes as you sang out your words.

You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me

And please, believe me when I say I love you

The dancers whirled around you as the music sped up. You held Geralt's gaze the entire time. The fire from the lamps lighting the stage danced in your eyes. You felt the heat from your anger rise in you. Tears fell down your face, your teeth clenched tight. Your hands balled into fists as you belted out.

Why does my heart cry?

Feelings I can't fight

You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me

And please, believe me when I say I love you

Your choir sang out their anguished cries of your chorus, cementing the anger and hurt of both you and your character. Geralt's eyes never left your face as the music intensified and the chorus cried out the ending of the song.

The audience stood as they erupted into applause. The only one who didn't move was Geralt. You glared coldly at him, tears falling steadily now, before whirling around and disappearing from the stage. You knew he would try to follow you, but you just couldn't....

You never wanted to see him or that damn witch again.

[artistsfuneral]

Dearest Gentle-Reader,

This Author might just have witnessed the most spectacular encounter of the season yet.

Whilst most guests were watching the inevitable slip of Lady Rowan's satin dress, some of the attending people rightfully averted their eyes to the sidelines, only to observe one widowed Viscount step next to the recently returned Commander Wolfe.

Seemingly oblivious to the circus around them, introductions were made. The ton's beloved Viscount quick to be graced with one of the Commander's very rare and – This Author has to say - exquisite smiles. One would think a conversation between two gentlemen of such dissimilar manner of living would not venture past the schooled pleasantries, but not only did it appear to be the longest conversation Viscount Pankratz has held in public since his widowing, it also looked to be the liveliest one.

Which makes This Author wonder if the tons songbird is willing to spread its wings again, or whether it is simply picking at the rumored Dukeship-to-be of a certain canine. Should it be true that our beloved Majesty Queen Calanthe of Cintra is bestowing such a sought-after title to Commander Wolfe, This Author would like to speak out a woman's wise words and warn the Father that Commander Wolfe is. For a title is always followed by a passel of eligible young ladies and gentlemen who aren't easily deterred by his three sons' free-spirited demeanor.

Although such free minds are more and more often welcomed in today's society, they might not be as appreciated in the form of loosely tailored garments. One would recommend Lady Rowan to a new tailor-

With a loud huff the latest gossip was dismissed onto an ornamental side table and Jaskier leaned back against the sofa. Quietly glancing at the paper again, a deep frown formed on the young widower's face. Thoughts spinning like ballroom dancers, Jaskier's frowning face slowly turned towards his dearest handmaiden. Beckoning her over with one hand, a plan formed inside the Viscount's mind. “Lotti, be a darling and get my lettering. We shall invite the Duke of Morhen for tea.”

Bridgerton AU anyone?

[thelostgirl21]

Me, when I finally started coming to terms with the fact that Liam Hemsworth was going to be playing Geralt of Rivia in the next seasons of "The Witcher":

Well, at least we already know he can bury his fish and the Honest Trailer Guy would totally suck his dick, so...

...maybe it'll be okay?

Look, more seriously though, as long as he's a dork that can manage to pull off looking both threatening and like a giant puppy at the same time got good chemistry with the rest of the cast, especially Joey Batey's Jaskier, I'll miss Cavill (as I've absolutely adored him as Geralt, and find the way he moves in a fight with the grace, fluidity and agility of a dancer absolutely mesmerizing!), but will still probably manage to adapt to the change, and continue to enjoy the series regardless.

Besides, looking at some of Liam's most recent roles / pictures, I really have no problem imagining him as Geralt even without the white wig.

And he's also like, a really tall guy (6'3")!

So, I'm really starting to be more and more curious to see what he'll be able to bring to his portrayal of the character...

[maasmuse]

Jaskier gets to be a Fae boy

A starter for you @stellanimarum

In the grand ballroom of Orynth’s castle the air shimmered with laughter and the chime of crystal glasses, the ambiance was as enchanting as the moonlight dancing through the stained glass windows intertwined with the gentle glow of magic from the flickering candlelight.

Among the throng of nobles and dignitaries, a figure stood out—a bard with tousled brown locks and cornflower blue eyes. His name was Jaskier, known throughout the realm for his silver tongue and melodies that could woo even the most unyielding hearts. He moved through the crowd with the grace of a dancer, his lute slung casually over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the room for his next source of entertainment.

And then he saw her—a figure of regal elegance amidst the throng of revelers. Queen Manon, her hair as white as the winter's frost, her eyes sharp and calculating as they surveyed the room. She stood apart from the crowd, her presence commanding attention without the need for words.

Jaskier's lips curled into a smirk as he made his way towards her, his steps light and confident. He bowed low, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he met her gaze. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice smooth as silk and twice as tempting. "You grace this ballroom with your presence, and yet the stars themselves pale in comparison to your radiance."

Queen Manon regarded him with a cool gaze, her expression unreadable. "Save your flattery, bard," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "I have little patience for empty words."

That... was not what Jaskier was expecting.

[inexplicifics]

I’ve had this strange recurring dream in your AWAU world where Jaskier has a much younger sister who he was very close with before being sent as tribute, who -so distraught with Jaskier’s absence- runs away and finds herself swept away to a distant land through a wayward portal. Presumed dead, this noble **child** gets like, adopted by pirates, then becomes an assassin, a dancer, sneaks her way into different courts and adopts countless names before meeting Ciri one day and reuniting with her brother. I think I’m a sucker for family reunions and Jack-of-all-trade characters haha. Your sandbox inspires so much freedom <3

Oh, delightful! Pirate-assassin-dancer jack-of-all-trades Pankratz daughter is wonderful, and I'm so glad you've added her to the sandbox!

[jessilynallendilla]

THE WITCHER FIC REC

TITLE/LINK RATING COMPLETED WORD COUNT SERIES

had to break it up because tumblr was being a bitch

FAE/CREATURE/NON HUMAN JASKIER 

let me know if the links aren't working feel free to recommend any

GERASKIER GERALTXJASKIER 

Refuge In Lettenhove  EX 65,566  

Geralt and Ciri are on the run from Nilfgaard. After a narrow escape from certain death, they seek refuge in a Lettenhove court. Geralt is shocked to find that the viscount, (and secret leader in the resistance) is none other than the man he scorned on the mountain. But Jaskier is acting as though he’s never met him before in his life. Is this is the chance Geralt needs to set things right?  

As Fast As Love Can Go  T 9,628  

There are Faeries in the Wood. That's what everyone said, at least, not that there was any solid proof. Jaskier had tried, more than once, to find some. Just a hint somewhere, of a real story, of real magic. But all anyone seemed to have was stories. Jaskier was determined to find proof. He wasn't expecting to find a witcher in the process. Jaskier goes into a magical forest and comes out with a witcher.  

The Knight's Favour  T 15,640  

Geralt happens upon a jousting tournament between Lyria, Aedirn, and Rivia. He's invited by the Lord and Lady Pankratz to watch from their private box as their champion, Dandelion, defends the title. Geralt becomes jealous of this Dandelion under the assumption that he and Jaskier would make a fine match. And just where is Jaskier anyway? He's missing quite the show. Alt - Jaskier enters a joust as part of a family tradition and Geralt is having heart palpitations. Jaskier dedicates his matches to his 'laddie fair' and he and Geralt make a little wager as to whether he'll win with some fabulous prizes in store.  

Heartbeat  M 12,423  

Geralt doesn't understand what it means when Jaskier's pulse changes or why his breath catches, he doesn't understand why he either avoids Geralt or doesn't leave him alone. Geralt is confused about many things but mainly why he even cares.  

Jaskier knows Geralt isn't an idiot and he hasn't been very careful but he just can't help himself. He has a poet's soul and what he feels he sings. It won't be long now until Geralt figures it out, maybe he already has.  

Biting Snake Isn't Better Than Knife In Your Back  M 280,400 SERIES  

There was something ugly churning in Geralt's gut watching all those nobles flock around Jaskier. Fawning, complimenting, flirting. Jaskier should be thriving and preening from all the attention. Instead there was something uncomfortable and pinched in his expression, skillfully masked behind playful smiles and bright laughs.Geralt didn't want to contemplate why he, and only he, noticed the bard's wish to run.  

I Can't Say I Love You (But I'll Try)  T 23,739   

Jaskier may or may not be in love with his closest friend. (It’s the former.) Geralt may or may not feel quite the same way. (It's the latter.) They'll make do  

The Witcher Soldier  M 24,871 SERIES  

Geralt barely managed to slam the pommel of his sword up in a glancing blow that shattered the metal latch holding the Soldier’s mask in place. The Soldier rolled into the movement with a dancer’s grace and came to his full height just as easily. For a moment, his hands reached up to run over the exposed skin, before he slowly turned to face Geralt once more.  

The Witcher froze in a mixture of horror and near-frantic hope.  

He stared into the eyes of a dead man and whispered, “Jaskier?”  

The Soldi--the bard frowned at him in confusion and spoke with a voice rough with disuse,  

“Who the hell is Jaskier?”  

It's What My Heart Just Yearns To Say  T 5,564 SERIES  

Jaskier’s a romantic at heart. So you would think he falls in love at first sight. But... when he falls in love with Geralt, he falls very, very slowly. Or, ten moments where Jaskier falls a little bit more in love with the Witcher, until he's really not sure when it started in the first place.  

If I Had My Way, I'd Tear The Building Down  M 7,257  

Jaskier rescues Geralt from a villain who commits the ultimate sin: he cuts Geralt's hair.  

The Driftwood And The Rift  T 6,727  

It's been months since the mountain, and Geralt hasn't spoken to or seen Jaskier since. He certainly hadn't expected to run into the bard like this--fending him off in the woods, trying desperately to help him break out of the spell that has him slashing at Geralt's throat before one of them ends up dead.  

And Everything I Ever Did Was Just Another Way To Scream Your Name  T 2,298  

The damn Witcher, with his eyes and hands and arms. Jaskier has a type, and his type is sleeping three feet from him every night, and he could leave if he wanted to but he’s always been a bit of a masochist. More than a bit, if he’s being honest. It’s no coincidence, then, when he seeks out the rougher side of things more often. Waits for them to come to him, because he knows it’s dangerous- doesn’t say a word to Geralt, just in case. Not everyone is tolerant, and Geralt is a good man beneath everything but. But. It seems foolish to risk the friendship he’s built just for that. He talks at length about the women he beds and doesn’t breathe a word about the men. He’s not ashamed of being the way he is, just… careful.  

If I Must Starve (Let It Be In Your Arms)  M 31,259 SERIES  

The witchers of Kaer Morhen have never been comfortable with gentle touches. It just isn't who they are. But when Geralt arrives to spend the winter with his brothers looking more relaxed than any of them have felt in years, all due to the affection of a human bard, Lambert and Eskel grow curious. They wonder what it would be like to be touched or held without fear. When Lambert runs into Jaskier in a small town in Redania, it's the safest he's felt in years. He and his brothers need touch and kindness more than they're willing to admit, and all Jaskier wants it to help , if only the witchers would let him. Geralt and Jaskier are together, all the other relationships are platonic with a good helping of touch-starvation on the side.  

Silence In This Room, The Death Of Me  T 5,799  

fate really is a bitch like that sometimes or, 5 times jaskier dies and geralt lives, and 1 time something different happens  

Guardian Of The Soulless  EX 138413  

Modern!AU. Geralt has just left a relationship with Yennefer, the boss of a top London crime family. They leave on good terms, and he stays as a bodyguard for hire to be called upon when needed. He has every reason to believe his life will carry on as normal, but he barely gets two footsteps down the street before he finds a noisy angel amongst his monsters of the crime world. Jaskier has no idea what he's gotten himself involved with, and frankly he's more excited for it. Cue Jaskier finding a heart to call home, and Geralt realising love is what he'd always been missing.  

Maybe Time Running Out Is A Gift  NR 8,055 SERIES  

He knows Geralt loves him because there is no other explanation for the way he holds Jaskier, like he’s something gentle and treasured, like he’s precious. But he also knows Geralt is not human. Geralt has lived more than twice as long as Jaskier, and will live on for possibly centuries more. And, unlike Yennefer, Jaskier cannot be there with him forever. And you love him. He thinks, watching Geralt oil his blades by the fire. God help you, you love him more than anything.  

Do It Again  EX 6,771  

By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliff’s edge after Borch. He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt. “Fuck.”  

(No Longer) Wanting  NR 5,114  

Jaskier finds Ciri after the events of Episode 6 and brings her with him to Oxenfurt as his bastard daughter. Geralt shows up too. Found family ensues.  

All Unwoven  M 2,911  

Jaskier cares for Geralt after they are attacked by bandits. Geralt knows he isn't getting the full story of how exactly they escaped, but Jaskier isn't ready to talk about it yet. But when a bard at a tavern sings a song recounting the events, Geralt gets the full story.  

If Wishing Made It So  M 6,158  

Geralt stared down into the ravine and the glittering rocks below and wished the rumors of the Witcher’s missing emotions were true. He wished for a lot of things, then, staring down at the smear of blue silk stained red. None of them came true. On a hunt that goes bad, Geralt is forced to imagine a world where his bard will no longer walk at his side.  

Five Times People Thought Geralt And Jaskier Were A Thing...  G 7,438  

... + 1 time they really were.  

Who Is The Monster  EX 30,728  

The life of adventure has been calling to him all his life, and the second he met the Witcher he knew this was destiny knocking on his door. Geralt was strong, beautiful, and surprisingly gentle- despite the incredibly painful punch to his loins he'd received the first time they'd traveled together. However, the longer Jaskier travels with Geralt the more he starts to realize the world was nothing like what he'd been taught in Oxenfurt. He's been very sheltered, very spoiled, and very stupid. He pauses on the word humans, hesitant to admit it. Perhaps uncertain of how Jaskier would take it. Maybe hoping that Jaskier would be the first human to understand it. Monster, the word thrown at Geralt everyday, wasn’t something he himself thought defined him properly. And even though Geralt’s job was to hunt and slay and kill for coin, he didn’t see them in human terms. Jaskier wasn’t sure. He was only guessing. It seemed like a pretty spot on guess though.  

In Ways That Can't Be Said  T 6,960 SERIES  

Geralt lives in a very dark and violent world. Good things are few and far between. He doesn't know what it means, really, to be in love. So when he falls in love with Jaskier, it happens slowly. Gradually. Reluctantly. Or, 10 moments where Geralt falls a little more in love with the bard no matter how much it scares him.  

Soap Suds And Capable Hands  G 4,385  

Jask wants to coax him into it, soap him up and wash him down in a way that strips him of all the mud and muck and misery of being a witcher on his lonesome, and he wants to watch what Geralt’s like beneath all of that, beneath the facade he’s learned he has to keep up in front of other people. 3 times Jask helps Geralt bathe, and 1 time Geralt helps Jask  

The Silence Between Heartbeats  T 7,969  

Geralt faced off with a sorceress, only instead of her magic killing him, it stole his voice. But this should be an easy fix, he knew many women who could heal this. But that would mean anyone noticing something wrong. He knew he was quiet, but seriously, did no one wonder why he wasn't saying a single thing? Months he traveled silent, no one noticing and it was driving him mad. Until he runs into Jaskier, who notices immediately that something is wrong. Because of course it is Jaskier. Who else in the end would it be, who properly saw the White Wolf?  

The Lesser Evil  EX 78,584  

1674 and piracy is rife throughout the Caribbean. Plenty of work for a Pirate Hunter such as Geralt. But when he takes a contract to hunt down a pirate captain who is interfering with important trade, a harsh truth arrises that will question his morals and he will be forced to choose between two evils, and risk the one thing he never thought he would find. Love.  

Unwanted  T 8,499  

Having reunited with Geralt post-dragon hunt, Jaskier finds everything he used to do for the Witcher is being done by someone else. He considers where he fits in Geralt's life, if at all.  

The Arrangement  EX 143,679 SERIES  

Lyria and Rivia were either at war with each other or conjoined by personal union. In order to establish a strong new era of trade, a marriage was arranged between Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegard, Earl of Eskalott, merchant of Rivia, and Julian Alfred Pankratz, Duke of Lettenhove, pride of Lyria. But one night before the ceremony, Geralt runs from home, unwilling to marry a stranger and be forced into a strange new country after the loss of his own family at sea. For three long years, he's escaped capture, hunted like a dog across the Continent. When he's finally found a quiet place to settle down in Novigrad, he happens upon a bard one night who turns his unsteady world on its heels, and at last he believes he's safe to love freely. But the pack is closing in, and destiny might at last claw him back to his duty and bring him within the reach of the duke and away from his beloved Jaskier. And to make matters worse, the scourge of nobility, Drache Dagger has it out for the bard.  

It's Only Forever, Not Long at All  T  

Just as he was about to lurch forward and check that Ciri was still safe in her crib, the french windows that led to his parents’ personal deck blew open, forcing him to take a step back. Jaskier blinked rapidly and waited for the curtains to settle. When he could finally see clearly again he took another frightened step back; there was a man standing in front of the open window.  

“Who the hell are you?”  

The man blinked, seemingly surprised by the question. “I’m Geralt...the Goblin King? You just summoned me to take your sister away.”  

What Makes Life So Sweet  M  

“Did you learn about music?” Ciri asks one day, after a particularly bad night of terrible dreams, perched on Roach in front of Geralt. “At Kaer Morhen?  

Geralt doesn’t say anything for a long moment, and when Ciri cranes her neck to look up at him, his face is full of what she thinks might be regret. His voice, when he answers, is quiet, almost sad. “No, we didn’t.”  

Assuming that’s all she’s going to get, Ciri turns back around, startling when Geralt continues, haltingly, “We learned to whistle, to mimic bird calls. Useful things. Someone—a friend. A bard. He was always singing, humming. Talking constantly. Still is, presumably.”  

When she glances back at him again, Geralt is smiling wistfully.  

WITCHER JASKIER  

All The World I've Seen Before Me Passing By  T 93,101 SERIES  

Julian just wants to play music without being driven out of towns with torches and pitchforks. So he procures what he believes to be a simple glamor from a mage. With his newfound appearance and confidence, he starts his adventure as Jaskier the bard. And then he meets the famous Butcher of Blaviken in a tavern in Posada.  

Destiny Denied  T 31,054  

Stregobor created Witchers to be the perfect monster hunters, but they rose up against their creators and were not loyal to them. And so in revenge, Stregobor kidnapped one Witcher’s child of surprise, a young Julian Alfred Pankretz de Lettenhove. And yet, because of one small medallion that spoke to him, Jaskier’s loyalties were not to Stregobor, but to the Witchers who tried to raise him despite the distance.  

The Nightingale Prince  T SERIES  

Jaskier doesn’t remember anything before waking up in Blaviken, hearing tales of a Butcher. He has scars he can’t explain and reflexes he can’t control, but he’s human. Absolutely, Positively, 100% human. At least, that's what he tells himself. But how long can he outrun his past before it comes back to haunt him, golden eyes and all? The Nightingale Prince was a Witcher feared across the continent and known for rescuing girls cursed by the Black Sun, including one particular Shrike. Until he went missing over a decade ago. Now there is only Jaskier, a bard. Armed with half a memory, a mage and a witcher at his side, Jaskier will have to discover his past in order to survive his future.  

Demand An Encore  M   

He looked up, and a man stood before him. Geralt hadn't heard him approach. That was the first sign there was something odd. The second was the faint but still noxious smell of poison that clung to his fingers, just strong enough to make out over the spiced perfume he wore. And under all of that was a richer smell, as familiar as Geralt's own scent, because it was Geralt's own. Or a witcher's, at least.  

WARLORD AU  

With A Conquering Air  EX 27,880 SERIES  

Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was...He is, in fact, going to be unreasonably lucky, because the Warlord of the North is a far finer monarch - and a far better man - than Redania's king has ever dreamed of being.  

Transient ; Perpetual  EX 138,180  

The White Wolf, Warlord of the Southern Lands, Conquerer of Many is getting married to the youngest daughter of the king of Redania. Jaskier knows this because she's sent him a letter begging him to find out how to rescue her from her fate. Jaskier may never get another chance in his life to invade The White Wolf's Keep, a feat no other human has been able to do and live to tell the tale. He just didn't plan on that bloody love potion.  

The Unconventional Love  M 17,485 SERIES  

Warlord!Jaskier after setting about creating a world for witchers to be equally treated is forced to confront the fact that his vision did not quite come to fruition. A nasty rumour about him conquering the continent because a witcher spurned his attentions has cause some misunderstandings. Such misunderstandings lead to the kings he has conquered giving him gifts of witchers that they scour their kingdoms for. Our favourite witcher is given as a gift, and Warlord!Jaskier must be a force of change for this man who he has conquered the continent for.  

Firelight  T  

The Witcher Warlord of the North is feared by all. When Jaskier is caught up in a plot to murder the Warlord, he assumes that means he will die. And while his life as a disowned, wandering bard does end, it doesn't happen at all in the way that Jaskier thinks.  

Do I Have To Be Who I Am?  NR   

Julian Pankratz is sent to Kaer Morhen to appease the Warlord of Kaer Morhen.  

A Wedding To A Warlord  M SERIES  

Any other Omega about to be married would have a white lace gown strewn with silver beading and thread. The top would be open to expose unmarked shoulders, collarbones, and neck. A sign that the Omega was unmated and untouched, a precious gift wrapped in understated colors and delicate details. Jaskier’s dress was not any of those things.  

The School Of The Raven  T 6,166 SERIES  

When Nilfgaard marches on Cintra the Warlord of the North wants to aid Cintra, but has no idea how to do so without earning the ire Calanthe (should she survive the battle). Eskel has an idea, and an entire school of allies they can call on.  

MONSTEROUS GERALT  

The Wrong Words Are Sometimes The Perfect Words  M 4,631 SERIES  

The mutations made a lot of changes to Geralt, size, eyes, fangs, and generally people were scared or repulsed by him. Jaskier would be quite offended if anyone ever called him something so pedestrian as 'people'  

Could Be Wolves  T 3,107  

So it was safe to say most everyone knew the tales of witchers - of how they were sometimes more like the monsters they hunted than the humans they claimed to protect. They were ignored at best, hated at worst, and none more so than Geralt of Rivia, the white-haired, the infamous Butcher of Blaviken. or, 5 times Geralt is more monstrous than Jaskier expects, and 1 time Geralt is just as human as Jaskier knows him to be  

Utter No Cries  M 2,942  

Geralt is a monster trying to be a man.  

High Charisma  EX  

5 times the bard seduces the monster... (...and 1 time the bard gets seduced.)  

Monsters Aren't Just For Hunting  M  

The bard has always been known to fuck monsters without a second thought through many incarnations of works. A certain tabletop game, for instance. But has anyone ever wondered why? Well, the reasoning goes all the way back to one certain bard. One who sang like a little lark, one that used the name Dandelion instead of his full name, because all of the best musicians had a pseudonym, so why couldn't he? The bard that started it all was one Jaskier, a bard who found beauty and grace in a monster of a man, a Witcher named Geralt of Rivia...Witchers are terrifying mutants, on par with the very monsters that they hunt. They use their swords only when they can't kill something with their bare hands. Even so, they try to look as human as possible, going so far as to file down teeth and claws, stand a little shorter than full-height, drink potions every day to keep their eyes some semblance of a normal color. Jaskier is a normal human bard. Nothing too magical about him, other than his singing and his views on people. His songs can get stuck in your head from the first time you hear them. When he meets a certain Witcher in a tavern one day, he insists on following him and being his friend and maybe a little more   

MISCELLANEOUS  

All Some Children Do Is Work  G 13,805 SERIES  

It's two children, he realizes as they slowly sit up. They look about eight or nine, not that he's much judge of children's ages. One is a girl, dark-haired, in a shabby dress. The other is a boy. His clothes aren't much better, and his hair isn't much lighter than the girl's, but his eyes—  

His eyes, Jaskier realizes with a distant sense of horror, are gold like a cat's. His mind makes one more valiant effort to keep from connecting the obvious dots and recognizing them, and then it finally does.  

"How in the unholy fuck," Jaskier says to no one, "did this shit happen?"  

Whatsoever A Man Soweth  M 47,210 SERIES  

It has been four years since Aiden's death and the Battle of Kaer Morhen. Lambert is licking his wounds after a particularly shitty contract when he finds himself face-to-face with a certain merchant of mirrors. And he has a very interesting proposition... 

[thedemonofcat]

When Geralt is invited to a ball, he's initially puzzled by the invitation, especially since the Invention had only mentioned that the event seemed strange. The ball appears to be like any other, but as the night progresses, Geralt notices Jaskier performing and decides to wait until the bard finishes his song to speak with him.

However, the melody of Jaskier's song never changes; it just continues on repeat. Observing more closely, Geralt realizes that Jaskier's smile is forced. Scanning the room, he sees that everyone's movements—from the dancers to those chatting or getting food—are mechanical and repetitive.

It becomes clear that a mage has cast a spell on the ball, trapping it in a never-ending cycle, with everyone behaving like puppets in a perpetual loop.

[endiness]

We’ve learned that Nathan Armarkwei Laryea is back as Valdo Marx in the fourth season of The Witcher. We also know that we’ll see Valdo in Block 3 of the season, meaning episode 5 or 6. We’re unaware the context of Valdo’s return, but we do know that in August 2024 The Witcher was filming a sequence with many dancers. Possibly a ball. August is right when director Alex Garcia Lopez would be filming Block 3, so that fits. If we assume Valdo Marx is performing at a ball again, where would that ball be? It could either be in Redania with King Radovid or perhaps down in Nilfgaard with Emperor Emhyr and Fake Ciri. Either way, Jaskier and Valdo are unlikely to cross paths this time around.

INCH RESTING 🤔 although if he is at a ball, i doubt it's anything to do with redania (or at least radovid?) because block 3 / 4x05 + 4x06 should be when the northern army camp stuff happens

[wren-of-the-woods]

Hello can I request 83. “When I’m with you, I’m happy” for yennskier please 💛

Rated G, no warnings. AO3 here.

The breeze from the ocean ruffled Jaskier’s hair as he laughed, twirling his way through dancers. 

He was in the middle of a festival and enjoying himself immensely. Geralt was training Ciri, so he and Yennefer were traveling together — she had not hesitated to agree with his suggestion of traveling along the coast, the significance of which was not lost on him — and he had managed to persuade her to stop for this town’s midsummer celebration. 

The townspeople were dancing and singing on the bluffs overlooking the ocean, surrounded by flowers, ferns, and soft golden-brown grass. The sea breeze was a welcome respite from the summer heat found inland. The first tufts of evening fog were beginning to drift past overhead, and pelicans occasionally soared by over the sea. 

The company was lovely. The food was excellent. The music was passable, and the dancing delightful. Jaskier had acquired a crown of flowers and small ferns at some point in the afternoon. He could hardly stop smiling. 

Yennefer had danced for a while, but eventually wandered off. When Jaskier noticed her absence, he reluctantly pulled himself away from the festivities to search for her. 

He found her a few minutes later, sitting on the outskirts of the festival and looking out over the ocean. Jaskier approached and sat down beside her. 

“What are you doing out here?” he asked. 

“I got tired of dancing.”

Once, Jaskier would have ridiculed that statement. How could anyone grow tired of dancing? But he liked to think that the passing years had mellowed him somewhat, or at least made him a little more sensible. He made an understanding sort of hum, something he had probably picked up from Geralt, and let it slide. 

“I hope you’re not too bothered by my taking us out here,” he said as the dancers twirled and the onlookers smiled. A child strayed a little too close to the bluff and a mother retrieved her. “I know you’re eager to get back to Ciri.”

“I don’t mind,” said Yennefer.

Jaskier narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you sure? You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself much.”

“I’m sure.” 

“You don’t have to suffer for my sake. I can wrap up soon.”

“Jaskier, you’re being a fool. Shut up.”

“I know I can be pushy. I don’t think it’s idiocy to care about my friend’s happiness.”

Yennefer closed her eyes. Even in her exasperation, she looked beautiful among the flowers and with the sea breeze in her hair. 

“You had better listen closely,” she said, “Because I am only going to say this once.”

Jaskier obediently perked up, listening. 

“Coming here is barely inconvenient, and I would do it even if it wasn’t. It is not a hardship for me to do things like this for you.” She looked him in the eyes. “When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Oh,” said Jaskier. “That’s… oh.”

He swallowed, hard. Yennefer was looking at him with minor exasperation but no trace of dishonesty. He didn’t think anyone had ever said that to him, not while meaning it so truly, and from Yennefer, such tender words meant more than he could express.

“Exactly,” said Yennefer. “Now go enjoy yourself. I’ll wait here.”

“Wait,” said Jaskier, “I just— you— I—”

Yennefer smirked a little. “Have I finally rendered you speechless?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Yennefer’s expression softened. Wordlessly, she guided him close by the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

“I love you,” Jaskier said when they drew apart, rather breathlessly.

“Pushover,” Yennefer said fondly. “I love you too.”

Jaskier was smiling widely enough that he probably looked rather idiotic, but he could not bring himself to care. 

“Dance with me?” he asked before he could second-guess himself.

Yennefer narrowed her eyes playfully. “Weaponizing the fact that I care already?”

Jaskier batted his eyes at her “Never. I just wanted the honor of sharing a dance with my beautiful and wonderful witchy wife.”

Yennefer seemed to be trying to hold back a smile. She was failing. “Flatterer.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“You’re an idiot. I can’t believe I’m about to dance with you in public.”

Jaskier grinned and jumped to his feet. “Let’s go!”

He offered her a hand. She took it, and he used it to pull her to her feet. Hand in hand, they walked through the flowers toward the dancing. 

Yennefer’s hand was warm in Jaskier’s. She looked ethereal with the sea breeze fluttering in her hair and her skirts. She was gazing at him with a smile. Jaskier thought absently that they probably looked just as besotted as the many other couples at the festival. Despite her earlier reluctance, Jaskeir had a feeling that Yennefer would not be satisfied with just one dance.

They reached the center of the festival. Jaskier tapped his feet in time with the drums. 

Yennefer gestured to the crowd of dancers. “Shall we?”

Jaskier grinned and pulled her close. “We shall.”

And, there on the bluffs by the sea, they danced. 

[clown-of-rivia]

In modern age with most monsters dead, the witcher schools needed new trades

Cat school - stuntmen, pole dancers, and fire fighters

Wolf - marines and farmers. Fantasy movie/show extras

Bear - loggers and lumberjacks

Viper - they own pawn shops, trade rare and valuable items

Cranes - engineers, mechanics ("COME DOWN HERE AND FACE ME DORKS!"-Lambert)

Griffins - librarians, historians, teachers ("buncha Mary Sue's"-Ciri)

Manticore - artisian bewers, chemical engineers ("so pretentious on Instagram" - Jaskier)

[dftea]

Of Dances, Distractions, and Dangers

Three dancers, three dances, three  dangerous distractions.

Jaskier & Geralt & Yennefer, pining and longing and stabbing, oh my! (geraskefer)

I

Jaskier launches into another crowd pleaser with a smile on his face and a twisting in his gut.

Yennefer and Geralt are gliding around the dancefloor like two people in love, as if there is no one else in the room. Thank the gods that Jaskier can’t grind his teeth while he’s singing or he’d have only gums left.

He knows it’s a ploy - they had discussed it at length, after all; argued over the risks, the potential reward. He knows he’s the distraction, the flashy airhead bard with his silks and smiles, while mutated and magical senses of witcher and witch seek out the threat.

But it's difficult to play his part when he’s so horribly jealous.

He could handle it when they were just fucking - not well, admittedly, but he was younger then. Now there’s fucking with feelings, and he’s definitely too old and too jaded to crush on his best friends like this.

Of course, because he can't take his eyes off them, he notices the man with the dagger just as he raises the blade.

His fingers slip on the lute for the first time in a decade or more, the discordant note obvious and awful. Geralt’s gaze fixes on him, catches his expression, and then he’s spinning and sweeping the would-be assassin's legs out from under him.

And Jaskier picks up the tune like nothing’s happened, nodding to the band in encouragement, as armed guards drag the broken man away.

He catches Yennefer’s nod of gratitude, the kind of gratitude a lioness displays to a gazelle she’s about to devour, and his stomach turns over in an entirely new way.

He is so fucked.

II

When they arrive at the tavern, there’s already a bard in residence, so Geralt has to suffer Jaskier’s extensive complaining about the loss of coin and then, worse still, his delighted horror that the bard is playing his songs.

She isn’t terrible, with her throaty warble and her delicate lyre, but that doesn’t stop Yennefer and Jaskier from whispering and giggling throughout her first set.

Geralt isn’t sure when the two of them became friends or when they started doing…whatever this is, where Yennefer will learn too close to Jaskier’s lips and he will idly trail his hand over the skirt of her dress.

All he knows is that it makes him feel…something, and he isn’t sure exactly what it is or whether he likes it.

Which is when the bard starts singing “Her Sweet Kiss” and Jaskier drags Yennefer up to dance with him.

Above the music and the crowd, Geralt can barely hear Jaskier murmuring the words against Yennefer’s ear, but her light laughter in response cuts straight through the tavern’s tumult.

And then Jaskier looks over Yennefer’s shoulder, straight into Geralt’s eyes. He smirks, and then turns Yennefer in his arms so that she can look at Geralt while leaning against him.

Which is when he realises that he’s been played, that the gods-damned bard and witch are teasing him.

That the feeling is lust and something else, something sweeter, a honey-coated longing for two people he trusts to be two people he pleases in every way he can imagine.

And they knew before he did, of course, because they’ve always been quick and smart and adventurous in a way he can never hope to match.

Jaskier twirls Yennefer again, takes her back into his arms, and puts on a show for Geralt’s benefit. The way his lips brush against the soft skin of her neck alone…

He stands and strides towards them, grabbing hold of Jaskier’s wrist - all strength hidden beneath flowing fabric, but without an ounce of resistance. Not for him.

“Upstairs. Now.”

His bard’s smile is blinding, and that lilac-scented laughter follows him all the way to their bed.

III

The xenovox buzzes to life on her dressing table, unexpected and dreadful.

“Something’s wrong with Geralt.” Jaskier’s voice is quiet, clandestine. “Strange. He– no, fuck!”

The tiny box is suddenly quiet as a stone, and Yennefer seizes hold of it, portalling to the vicinity of its twin.

She stumbles out into woodland, too still and hushed for the early evening. She looks around the tree she almost walked into - and her heart seizes in her chest.

Jaskier dances around Geralt, one hand raised to his bleeding head and the other held before him, a delicate silver dagger clutched in a white-knuckled grip.

He moves like someone who was trained to the sword, the way a guard captain might shape a young viscount destined for an earldom.

Which is no use at all against a rampaging witcher, even one who seems to have forgotten how to use a sword and is brandishing it like one might wield a stick.

Yennefer can feel the wrongness rolling off Geralt in waves, but she isn’t close enough to affect it. She will need to touch him to grasp hold of whatever has ensnared him.

“Help is coming,” Jaskier tells him through bloodied lips, striving to be calm. “You just have to hold on.”

Geralt responds by taking a swipe at Jaskier, who stumbles back a step or two, belatedly remembering he has a dagger to block with. Little more than a letter opener, really, and Yennefer will insist he carries a real blade in future.

In the future she must create from blood and fear and desperation.

She sees the exact moment that Jaskier notices her: the quick succession of relief that she’s here, the realisation that he must be the distraction, and the resolution to protect her, even though he is fragile and foolish.

“Help is coming,” he repeats, with a wobbly smile, and allows Geralt to stab him.

The blade sticks in the meat of his shoulder, and Yennefer leaps across the clearing to lay both hands on Geralt.

She hears screaming, she tastes blood and ozone, and she forces her eyes open to watch Jaskier’s face as Geralt lets go of the sword and places both hands on their bard’s face.

“Jask…no, you’re bleeding…”

“You’re all right,” Jaskier says, faintly, then pitches forward into Geralt’s chest.

Yennefer is vaguely aware that Geralt is holding them both up, the bleeding bard and the spent sorceress, in a parody of the many nights they’ve spent in torment and lust.

“Fuck,” he says, emphatically, that one word carrying the weight of his guilt.

“Not right now, darling,” Jaskier slurs, and Yennefer cannot help the sob of laughter that escapes her lips.

Later, they will lie together, Yennefer pressed against Geralt’s broad back, as he curls around Jaskier and kisses the pulse at his neck to prove he’s alive.

And Jaskier will laugh and sing a few lines about worrywart witchers, earning him Yennefer’s laughter and Geralt’s grudging smile.

The perfect accompaniment to the dance that ends with the setting sun, that sees them sleeping beneath the stars, dreaming of a constellation of three.