#geralt loves his bard!

[fandom-junk-drawer]

Jaskier waking up in the barn the next day, expecting to have torn Geralt limb from limb, only to see the Witcher sitting on a crate, idly wiping down his armor, and irritated frown on his face.

Jaskier, worried and confused: Geralt! You're still alive, and *notes acute lack of blood splatters and destruction* ...not hurt?

Geralt, cryptically: i don't think you need worry about hurting anyone. Except maybe worms and bugs

Jaskier: But, but I'm a werewolf! I kill people!

Geralt: You're a tit.

Jaskier: * offended bard noises* this is serious, you blockhead-!

Geralt, throwing Jaskier's clothes to him: Tit, as in Titmouse! The bird, not the boob.

Jaskier: whAt?

Geralt: You're a werebird. Lastnight you turned into a white-browed tit-warbler, ate a worm, a slug, three beetles, drank dirty horse-spit water, almost drowned yourself in the water trough, sh*t on me because I wouldn't let you eat rice and explode, tried to fight your own reflection in my sword, tried to nest in my hair, and only settled down after I gave you head scratches.

Jaskier, looking a little green: ...i ate bugs and drank filthy water??

Geralt: Hm

Jaskier, brightening: but I'm a tiny fat bird, and not dangerous?

Geralt: Hmm. You did try to fight a cat.

Jaskier: I did? Did I win?

Geralt: No. You got your a** beat and almost got eaten, but hey, props for trying.

Jaskier: *trying to process everything*

Geralt: You hungry? I got breakfast.

Jaskier: Yeah, I could eat.

Geralt: *holds out a handfull of chicken scratch and a worm*

Jaskier: Next full moon, I will sh*t on you and everything you love!

Prompt 140

"What?" Geralt asks, frowning, a furrow in his brow. "I turn into a wolf every full moon." Jaskier repeats. "How-" "You were always away on a hunt. You'd just meet me back in the morning." "...You were a werewolf this whole time?" "..Yes. I- I'm sorry, Darling. I never wanted to lie." "Why didn't you trust me with this? Did you think I would hurt you?" "No! I thought I would hurt you. I'm not myself on full moons, Geralt. I can't even remember them. All I know is that the moon raises, i feel this ache in my bones, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up the next morning, nude, with a full stomach of what is HOPEFULLY nothing gross." "...You've not transformed in towns, have you?" "No! Of course not! I'm terrified of hurting someone, Geralt! That's the only reason I'm telling you now! I got the charts mixed up, I thought the moon was still a week away, but it isn't, and we're near a town, and I need you to keep me restrained." A long pause settles between them. "You want me to guard you?" "Guard them. From me. Keep me trapped in a shack and- And lock it up tight. Chain me, hurt me, knock me out, whatever you must do. Keep me from being a danger. I never wanted to be a terrifying beast, Geralt." Jaskier says, with those damned wet doe eyes of his. Geralt agrees. Because he doesn't know a world where he wouldn't. Mere hours later, Jaskier is sat against a beam in an old rundown barn. He's tied up with rope, and chained on top of that. There are no windows in the barn, the door is fully barricaded and locked, and Geralt guards it. "You really should guard it from outside" Jaskier had said. "I'm not leaving you to do this alone. You never should have had to." Geralt replied. Thus, Geralt stands and watches as Jaskier pales and starts twitching. The moon is rising. "It's coming- I'm going to be a beast." Jaskier says with fear, before the transformation takes the air out of his lungs. Geralt watches in horror and awe as Jaskier's body changes, changes, changes.... In... Into a songbird? sitting on the ground is a fat little songbird. It easily hops over the ropes and chains, now much too lose to hold it. Him. Oh my gods. Jaskier's not a werewolf. He's a... were.... werebird... And not even a scary one. Jaskier starts pecking the barn floor and Geralt rubs a hand over his face in exhaustion. He prepared for the worst, and instead is treated to watching Jaskier struggle to bathe in a trough. "Jaskier, it's too deep." He tells the bird, as it fluffs up it's wings. "Jaskier, you're going to-" Jaskier tries to take a step into the birdbath, only to fall, dunking his whole fat little body into the depths of the trough. He flails about in the water, chirping panickedly. Geralt rushes to his aid, gently lifting him out of the water with gentle hands. Perhaps guarding over Jaskier will still be a challenge after all.

[spielzeugkaiser]

[MASTERPOST]

Eskel is like "I WILL read this book about... A wolf and all his friends? Dancing and being. happy... 🥺"

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 141

Many would assume the flirtatious and caring bard to be the most touchstarved of the duo, but they would be wrong. Very very wrong. It was Geralt that sought out Jaskier's personal space like it was an all-curing ambrosia. Day and night, In town or in the woods, warm weather or the late autumn, Geralt would touch him. Always, always touching him. Don't get him wrong! Jaskier loves being groped all day by his rather attractive witcher friend, but it wasn't always the most convenient trait for his witcher to have.

*Growls* "Geralt, please, it's the waitress! She's taking our order."

Geralt clings to Jaskier's arms, plays with his hair, sniffs at his neck. He guides Jaskier with a hand on the shoulder, or an arm around his waist, or one time, - flustering Jaskier greatly - a hand on his hip. When Geralt is worried for him, he grips his arm, shields him with his body, or roams his hands over Jaskier's body, searching for injuries. Geralt is ever-present in Jaskier's personal space. It's just become a thing with them. Even in times of stress, danger, adrenaline. Geralt is fighting a manticore one day, and Jaskier is - admittedly, quite foolishly - in plain view. It wasn't on purpose! He's not an idiot! STOP JUDGING HIM! The beast goes to charge straight for him, and Geralt grabs his arm and whips him to the side, just in time to save him from the beast who then careens off a cliff. Jaskier pants, and feels the familiar weight of Geralt's hands. Geralt is snarling at him, shouting at him, and Jaskier tries very hard to understand, truly, he does, but it's hard. "Damn it, Jaskier, answer me!" Oh! REALLY should be listening now! "Hm?" "Are you hurt? Are you in pain?" "No, no, you- You saved me." Like always. Jaskier stares at his hero. His witcher. His Geralt. His love. For Jaskier does love Geralt. More than anything. And Jaskier seems to realize this fact more and more every day. With every move Geralt makes, with every word he says, with every little touch and caress. He thinks more on this fact later that night around the campfire. Geralt asks him to pass him a waterskin, but when Jaskier reaches to grab it, he hisses in pain. He rolls up his sleeve and sees a bruise in the shape of Geralt's hand on his arm. Right. From when he was saved. "I'm going to find some dinner." Geralt suddenly announces, standing abruptly and already shuffling away. "Wh- But Geralt, what about the watersk-" "I don't need it." He disappears into the bushes and trees, and Jaskier furrows his brow. He was sure they still had some food in their packs, why was Geralt so insistent on leaving? Curious... Even more curious, is in the following days, Geralt is avoiding him. From an outsiders perspective, nothing would appear wrong. But Geralt hasn't touched him once. No embraces, or odd sudden bouts of smelling Jaskier's hair, or holding his hand... He hasn't even stood closer than a meter to him. Jaskier worries to no end. What must he have done? What's changed? Why won't Geralt touch him? It's not until he's bathing one evening and he glances to the still-healing bruise that it clicks. Geralt feels guilty. The damned bleeding-heart is so convinced he's a monster that even a mark that shows protection shows only it's ugliest form to him. When Jaskier sees the bruise on his arm, he remembers Geralt saving him, he remembers the relief, he remembers feeling alive. Geralt only sees a bruise. Something of hurt. Caused by Geralt. Jaskier is so simultaneously horrified and infuriated that he slams open the door of the joined bathroom and marches into main area of the room they'd rented for the night. Still nude. Still dripping. Geralt, sat on the bed, midway through taking off his boots, was certainly shocked.

[ladyannemarie5]

Jaskier graduated summa cumme laude from the most prestigious university on the continent. He acts like a superficial and disinterested bard all the time, but from time to time he acts like what he is, a master of the 7 liberal arts: Grammar, Rhetoric, Logic, Geometry, Arithmetic, Music and Astronomy.

Geralt doesn't notice this until Radovid shows up.

Every now and then Jaskier would blurt out a nonsensical comment that usually isn't meant for anyone, other than Geralt with his great ear, to hear.

The prince, hears everything that comes out of the bard's mouth and it is surprising when he laughs at whatever Jaskier said to the bard's amazement. Most amazingly, Radovid responds with another nonsensical comment that makes Jaskier laugh.

Geralt looks at them with a frown. Jaskier stops his laughter and eagerly asks the prince if he has read the philosopher he was apparently quoting. Radovid launches into a story of how his private tutor forced him to read the philosopher and he subsequently became enchanted with the man's writings and read his work for his own pleasure.

The more they travel, the more that happens. It turns out that the apparent nonsense Jaskier occasionally spouted is actually quotes, references and facts from philosophers, poets, astronomers, mathematicians, etc., that he was taught in college or read himself. Radovid responds to each of them with charm and delight, because apparently, Radovid has read them all as part of his royal education.

Geralt is not jealous. He isn't. No matter what Ciri and Yennefer say. He just doesn't like being out of the joke, doesn't like both of them acting like others aren't there and having to listen to their academic conversations when no one but them seems to care.

He just doesn't like that Jaskier smiles like never every time Radovid quotes an old poet of yesteryear that no one but them has read, as if it's an inside joke, because there should be no secrets in their group. He also doesn't like it when Jaskier laughs so loud because that can attract monsters. He hates that Jaskier sits next to Radovid every night talking about boring books because they are mere humans and if something attacks them, then both will be in danger and Geralt will only be able to save one (cof cof Jaskier), it's simple strategy. And absolutely not jealous because the bard now asks the prince for his advice when he writes songs, it's just that was something that used to de-stress Geralt and now he can't sleep well anymore. It's simple comfort.

But it all finally goes to shit when Jaskier turns down Geralt's invitation to spend the winter in Kaer Morhen because stupid Radovid invited him to his castle on the coast where he apparently has the best collection of maritime astronomy on the continent.

Geralt spends all that winter stuck in the library of Kaer Morhen reading anything that might interest Jaskier other than bestiaries. He tries very hard not to think about his bard and the prince huddled in front of the fire looking up at the stars until late at night drinking wine, getting closer and closer and closer until…

No. He won't allow it. When he sees Jaskier in the spring, he'll be sure to casually mention everything he read in winter, he'll make a fool of the prince when Geralt shows his bard the ancient books he brought him from the Wolf school library (not that Vesemir needs to know what came out of his precious library).

He'll graduate summa cumme laude from freaking Oxenfurt if it means getting his bard's attention again.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

This is the perfect jaskier response! I love it! lmfao

Geralt: Why don't you ever look any older? Jaskier: I don't like to age. Geralt: What? Jaskier: I don't like to age, so I don't do it. Geralt, now highly suspecting that Jaskier may be much more than a normal human: ...

[annmarcus63]

The first time Jaskier says it they're washing their clothes at a river. As always Jaskier is talking Geralt's brains out. The bard only says it to see if Geralt is paying attention “I love you.” As if one is commenting on the weather. The witcher, of course, is not listening. So Jaskier resorts to this strategy to know when it is convenient to be silent, when his witcher needs silence.  

"I love you. I love you and oh don't close my eyes to yours, my... sweet ? mmmh no, my dove... well your hair is white so...." but Geralt is lost in his thoughts even when he says he'll hear Jaskier's poetry, that ungrateful man! But Jaskier loves him all the same. 

He even whispers it in Geralt's arms, after a very satisfactory fuck "I love you" followed by the witcher's snores. Ugh! 

He even tries when Yennefer is there, flirting with Geralt with her indifference across the room. As always, Geralt's attention is on her, on her every move, and Jaskier is left like an idiot talking with Geralt, acting like he holds a small portion of him with the witch in the picture.

"I don't like it here, you know? That man, yes the one with the weird double chin, is looking at me like I'm a fine dessert, I sure am, but not for him. Only for you my dear, if you so want me. But no, oh no, you don't want me, at least not right now, you're not even here! You're there, yes! with your powerful, man-eater witch, she's a cannibal, dear, you should know that by now. But of course you don't care, you're not even listening! Why am I surprised? You'd not hear when I say that I love you, you bastard, or yes! there's a hole on your trousers right on your left cheek, we all can see everything, my darling, didn't take you for an exhibitionist” 

And then…

“I'm not, but this one was the only clean one.” Geralt says without taking his eyes from Yen. 

"That's not true, you have at least a spare pair of trousers. Wait... what?" Geralt huffs a laugh and the corner of his lips lifts in a mocking smile. So charming, the bastard. 

"Were you listening?" 

"I'm always listening, Jaskier." 

"Ha! that's not true, you see, I have a way of knowing..." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yes, but you wouldn't know it, because you don't always pay attention to me." concludes Jaskier like a petulant child. 

"This have anything to do with the last ten times you’ve said I love you to me at random times?" Jaskier's jaw drops like a fish out of water, panicking.   

"Did you listen all those times? Why didn't you say anything? you...you damn..." Geralt sighs and turns to the bard to cup his face in his hands, squeezing hard enough to crush the bard's cheeks. 

“Because I was looking for the right moment to say it back, but you're always ahead of me” Jaskier pouts and it's kinda cute. “Every. fucking. time”  Geralt growls after placing each one of the three kisses on the plump lips. 

"I love you, Jaskier" the bard huffs annoyed and frees his face form Gralt's grasp to say "yeah? well, I don't care, go to your witch, as you always does" 

"I love it when you get jealous” 

“What?!”

[jaskier-more-like-saskier]

can we talk about Geralt breaking Riences hands. Was it because he burned Jaskiers hand probably not but i live in my delusions and think yes.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

The continent always wondered what was the last straw for the Witchers before they snapped and stopped. Before they united, together as one rather than live separately. Before they become one kingdom.

Some thought it was due to the fall of Cintra.

The hunt for the lion cub, the heir to the blue mountains and the daughter of the White Wolf. The girl of elder blood and magic of an ancient time. The hope of the new bloods and of future for Witchers. While Ciri is beloved by many Witchers, this was not what caused the divide between Witcher and human.

Other thought it was due to the white wolf, the warlord of the north. A man who brought all the Witcher schools together. Who brought enemies, brothers and strangers and banded them under one cause. And while Geralt become their king, it was not him who caused the turning point. Why would Witcher fight for a man who didn’t care about them. Someone, who even became myth among the legends of Witchers, he lived just the same as any of them. Who lived, fought and died on the path. Those who thought it was Geralt of riviera were wrong.

In reality, it all came down to Jaskier, the bard.

The man who sang of Witchers as heroes. Who gave them a story beyond monster. Touched them with the kindness that was not afforded to them. Who loved with all this heart. Someone who wanted more for Witchers than to die on the path, fight for people who hated them. A human whom defended, in all counts of what was know, Monsters. And whom expected nothing back. And when the Witchers learned that he was to be executed they rebelled. For the continent, may not have Jaskier, who was a home for Witchers. They had lost enough, they would not lose their songs.

And so it began. The greatest change of the age, all due to a man with a heart that could love a monster.

[feral-harpy]

I really want more fanfics of Jaskier saving geralt from some Bandits / Nobleman / other by lying that he is his witcher and wouldn't hurt anyone without his permission. And then he would have to prove it.

The whole time Geralt is planing how they could get out of this situation until he hears Jaskier calling him his and everything freezes while he feels his heart hammering in his chest. And in his mind he is like Fuck. He definetly felt something when Jaskier said that.

[spielzeugkaiser]

hi, first off i really love your art. the h/c and warmth really hit me where i live and your illustration style is fantastic. lately i've been obsessed with the post where an unwell milek thinks geralt will leave him behind. was that an ingrained insecurity, assuming his super-witcher dad wouldn't have time for a sickly human kid?

[MASTERPOST] - Ahh, thank you for the ask! Yes, this scene.. I actually saw this a bit differently! It's not about Milek fearing Geralt will leave him behind, he actually wants him to. They need to find his Pa!! I think he often feels like a burden; Jaskier knows this, but Geralt isn't aware of this yet. Milek just wants to pull his weight, especially with Jaskier. A little sneak peak to their struggles regarding this:

Meanwhile Jaskier continues to struggle with his omega status.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

omg... geralt is a baby confirmed

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Lambert and Eskel have made a game of seeing how many times they can get Geralt to rant/gush about Jaskier.

Without Geralt catching on of course.

You only get half points if Geralt is drunk. The game also stops around midwinter because it gets too easy once Geralt starts missing his bard too much.

WPGIHWAPGAIPWAHIGWP My favorite shit is the kaer morons being brothers

[carrottheluvmachine]

Jaskier: I'm starving! Geralt: You just ate. Jaskier: I'm wasting away! Geralt: You're fine. Jaskier: I'm dangerously underweight! Geralt: Your sides have fat rolls… Jaskier: :C Geralt, sighing: Fine. Here's a snack.

[ladyannemarie5]

Geralt hates to stop in taverns when traveling with Jaskier. He tells the bard that he hates crowds of people and that it's not worth spending coins on.

The truth is that he hates people crowding around his bard. Always without fail, when they enter a tavern, admirers of all ages surround Jaskier clamoring for his attention. Attractive men and women flirt with the poet.

When they camp outdoors, all the bard's attention is for the witcher, he will comb and perfume his hair, massage his muscles, sing just for him and at the end of the night, they will both share the sleeping bag arguing that it is too cold for Jaskier.

So every time they stop at a tavern, Geralt lets the bard act normally, but as soon as he starts getting too much attention, Geralt feigns a headache arguing that there are too many stimuli around him. Jaskier, without fail, apologizes to his admirers and takes Geralt to his room to bathe him and sing to calm him down.

Jaskier only needs people's coins, not their flirting. Luckily for the bard, his witcher will always take care of him.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

i am once again asking if it is possible to marry a piece of art

this post from @0dde11eth inspired me lmao

go through the notes on that post to find some of the continued inspiration :)

tl;dr sleep-cuddly geralt is a headcanon you can pry from my cold dead hands!

[iwouldhavebroughtyouviolets]

No because jaskier making jokes about geralt dying as a coping mechanism for them BOTH like the reason they work together and have lasted so long is because geralt NEEDS that lightness and the jokes and the downplaying how bad it is bc otherwise he gets too in his head he NEEDS jaskier to come in a joke about milking his death for at least three songs (and one epic poem) because they both know deep down that geralt dying would change jaskier as a person forever and so jaskier joking about it (IF geralt dies) is a way for both of them to take heart because geralt knows that jaskier just has this complete faith in him and THAT’S why jaskier makes the jokes because the alternative to jokes is too horrifying to even consider