#geralt whump

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Don’t get me wrong, I *love* “assumes they’re together after losing memories” fics.

But, I think the reverse could be neat.

Geralt wakes up without memories and is taken care of by a beautiful, kind, talented bard.

When Geralt works up the courage to ask how they know each other, Jaskier claims they’re lovers.

And Geralt refuses to believe him.

“No, really, how do we know each other?”

He just refuses to believe Jaskier would settle for him and is convinced that the bard’s claims stem from pity.

"Darling, really." The beautiful man says with exasperation. "Just end the joke. What are we?" "We're lovers, Geralt! Lovers! We love each other!" "There's just no way!" Geralt repeats. Every time he reiterates this fact, the strange man claiming to be his beloved looks more sad. Because the joke isn't working? Or his.. His evil scheme isn't working? Because it's just not possible that this beautiful perfect bard loves HIM. There's no way. Nothing as good as him could love something like Geralt. Geralt doesn't remember him. That's- That's fine. It's fine. They could've figured it out. But Geralt is just so insistent on the principle that they could never be in love with each other. Jaskier begins to worry that Geralt truly hates everything Jaskier does, and the only way they ended up together is because Jaskier wore him down. That's not what happened, right? Surely not...

[astaldis]

For the Whumptober prompts 9 "Bruises", 10 "Slurred words"/"Passing out from pain", 12 "Underground caverns"

Chapters: 3/?        Words: 1,966 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt of Rivia & The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members, Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Maria Barring | Milva, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Additional Tags: Friendship, The Hansa | Geralt's Company, Protective Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion is Missing Summary: While the Hansa is on their journey searching for the druids of Caed Dhu, Jaskier goes missing. Geralt is worried, very worried. 

[kaciart]

Day 13 It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

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[grymwolfen]

And the fact that he goes to put his lute down gently, then what he's seeing really hits him. The lute just drops from his fingers in his sudden horror/distraction. My heart.

Jaskier seeing Geralt injured.. he started crying and everything 😭

[blooms-in-april]

"Here."

Jaskier looks up from his lute to see Eskel holding the reins of a horse so beautiful it looks like a pearlescent moon.

"She's for you." Eskel says.

Jaskier moves as if in a dream, taking the reins of the albino mare. Eskel continues, the words flowing.

"She was a steal, blemished. Someone cut her deep in the head and sides. But I thought you'd find that romantic, you know. Make a wounded unicorn out of her marks. And you need a horse and you like pretty things. It made sense to me."

The chords of his throat knot, cut short. Jaskier draws his fingers through the white mare's mane, lute callouses catching on hair white as snow. He picks at a stuck burr and his heart clenches with the familiarity of the movement .

"Why couldn't it have been you?" He says.

Eskel stops abruptly. There is something wild and despairing in the bards voice, a reclamation of destiny.

"Why couldn't it have been you I met in Posada all those years ago?" Jaskier says. "Where were you twenty years ago? Where were you ten? Where were you when I was young and green and full of music?Of course I meet you now,"

He laughs, and there is no melody in it.

"Of course I meet you now, when I am full and sick of loving. You would have been- kind, when you finally sent me away. You would have killed it quickly, killed the dream quiet and fast, in my sleep, like a horse with a broken leg too weak to stand."

[hannibard]

Say what you will about the witcher season 2 but all the "Yennefer took Jaskier in the divorce", "Geralt and Yennefer are a divorced couple rasing a kid and dating the same man", "geraskefer love triangle with an oblivious Jaskier in the middle" memes and fics were top tier

[sweet-melitele]

Added Chapter 3: Geralt: “I don’t care.” Also Geralt: fights a fire elemental, argues with an alderman, mentally duels a bard he hasn’t seen in months, and contemplates dying in a ditch. Totally fine. Not bothered at all.

What if... after they split up on the mountain

Geralt heard Jaskier's new hit song?

The Burned Butcher's Grief follows Geralt through the five stages of grief as he comes to terms with the end of their friendship.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Geralt is cursed to have his internal monologue visible on his face.

Of course, Jaskier finds him and questions the bag over his head.

*Bag falls off* Geralt: "shIT-" *quickly puts it back on* Jaskier: "What did that say??? 'I love...'?" Geralt: "ROACH. I love ROACH. AND ONLY ROACH. NOBODY ELSE. THERE'S NOBODY I WANNA THROW OVER A TABLE AT AN INN AND FUCK UNTIL HE CRIES. NOBODY I WANNA MARRY IN THE SPRING. NOBODY." Jaskier: "..........Geralt, darling, are you feeling alright?????"

[bunnyfoxxoonoturna]

Another old drawing… in this one, Jaskier… and his White Wolf.

[astaldis]

@whumpril​

Chapters: 2/3    Words: 3,256 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt of Rivia, Angoulême   Additional Tags: whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2024, chaos-company's Angstpril 2024, Head Injury, Blood and Injury, Spoilers for The Tower of the Swallow, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, swaying, Cry for help, Geralt's knee injury, Limping, Dizziness, Trust Issues, drained, panicked, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Whump

Summary: The fighting in Belhaven does not go well for Geralt and his companions. Cahir is injured and they have to flee. (The scene from The Tower of the Swallows chapter 6 told mostly from Cahir's POV, but also some Geralt POV.)

Inspired by Angstpril and Whumpril prompts.

[heytheredeann]

For @vortexoffate

[jasmines-library]

Baby, It's cold outside.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 17. Prompt: Hypothermia Fandom: The Witcher.

Summary: On your way back to Kaer Morhen, the perilous weather manages to get the better of you, leaving you in a vulnerable state. it is upto Geralt to get you back back to the keep before it is too late.

Warnings: Hypothermia, taking off clothes (non-sexual).

Word Count: 1.6k

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It was cold. 

That’s all you really had to say about the weather. The snow had settled on the ground like a blanket and the frost crawled up the trees that scaled the mountains. The snow was thick and seeped into your clothes as you trudged alongside Geralt who sat proudly upon Roach, who seemed to be coping much better than your horse was against the conditions. A few miles back, she had spooked. Her sudden jerk threw you from your back, tossing you onto the ground. Your body collided with the snow with a thud. You groaned and pushed yourself to your feet, gripping onto Geralt’s gloved hand. After that you had opted to walk alongside him as he kept a steady pace, claiming that it would be ‘good for you to stretch your legs.’ Geralt seemed hesitant to let you walk, as he offered you a seat on his horse multiple times, but you still relented. You were beginning to wish you had taken up his offer though, as the cold sank through your clothes and bit away at your skin. 

Geralt frowned deeply when your trudging began to slow and the prints you left in the snow shuffled closer together.  His forehead wrinkled together as he suddied you. You had pulled the edges of your coat closer to you, though it wasn’t very effective as it was soaked through. It was a deep blue decorated with hand stitched embroidery. The inside was lined with a thin layer of fur. Geralt had brought it for you at a local market when he noticed the way you kept turning back to awe at it. His ‘reasoning’ for buying it after you had relocated after reading the price tag and checking your coins, was that it was practical. Your old cloak had been falling apart and would soon be useless against the conditions, especially when the two of you reached Kaer Morhen at the heart of the blue mountains. Your violent shivers didn’t go unnoticed by the Witcher as he looked down on you. He couldn’t see your face because it was sheltered by your hood, but he could vividly picture your trembling lip. 

His worry really peaked when you stopped to lean against the tree, just a few miles short of the keep. You could see it now in all of its glory, peaking through the snow tipped pines. The two of you had been travelling a while, and it was a far from easy trek- particularly without your horse. Your eyes drooped and you slumped entirely against the frost-riddled bark. 

“Y/N?” He asked tentatively, steering roach around to a halt besides you. 

“I’m okay, Geralt. Just tired is all.” 

That was an understatement. Each step felt like you were wading through tar and the burning in your fingers and toes had begun to become unbearable in the exposure. You were hunched over like your body had completely forgotten how to function. Each of your limbs ached and your joints stiff as you fumbled with the latch on your coat, trying to pull it implausibly closer. When you took a step forward, your knees buckled and you crumpled to the floor. 

Geralt all but flung himself from his saddle, dropping to his knees besides your trembling body. Ignoring the icy dampness that dug into his knees, he swiped the hair that had fallen over your eyes and pushed back the blue hood. He was startled by how alarming your skin felt.  Your face was pale and your eyes were hooded, though he could still see them moving around, struggling to focus on anything for too long.

“You’re freezing.” He muttered.

You made no move to reply, watching him vanish into your peripheral vision. He returned only moments later, reaching an arm behind you back and under your knees to lift you effortlessly. The movements made your joints protest as he lifted up onto Roach before climbing up onto her behind you and securing you in front of him. You hardly spared your mount a second thought, consumed only by the never faltering winter, although Geralt had tied her reins to Roach . 

Bringing your icy body towards his, he hoped that the closeness would allow your body to steal some of his. It radiated off of him like a wave, but did little to soothe you. With a quick snap of his reins, Roach raced forwards before settling into an even pace which would get you to the keep in adequate time.

You were quiet. Too quiet. Normally, you would be talking nonstop with Jaskier, feeding into his fantasies or singing along to one of his songs; often just to spite the Witcher. Geralt didn’t like your silence. It felt wrong. So, he tried talking to you. He knew that he had to keep you awake long enough to get you back to the keep. 

“Y/N?”

It was faint, but you hummed against his chest. 

“Do you remember that Bruxa we fought a while back?”

You smiled weakly at the memory. “Scared the shit out of me and Jaskier.”

“That's right.”

“I’ll never forget… the look on his face when she flew out of nowhere.” Your words were slow as you thought hard to form them on your chapped lips. 

“He didn’t sleep for a week.”

You chuckled softly, but then drifted back into that perilous silence as Geralt continued to try and get you to talk to him. Your mind was hazy as the cold consumed you; made your body numb.

“Y/N?” Geralt called out to you again at your lack of response. 

“Cold.” You could only bring yourself to say one word. It was slurred and barely coherent though your blue lips. 

“I know.” He urged his horse to move faster across the last stretch of the rocky terrain. “Just hold on a little longer. We’re almost there.”

His words fell of deaf ears as you were pulled down into the warmth of unconsciousness. Geralt could hear your slow heartbeat. 

Geralt barged through the gates of Kaer Morhen, riding much faster than he should have done. The sudden disturbance unsettled the horses in the stables and caused a sea of heads to snap in his direction. When Vesemir caught sight of you lying limply against his chest. He raced forwards and was by Geralt's side by the time he had slid out of the saddle. The two of them walked quickly, your head rolled against his body and your arm hung uselessly by your side.

“We need a fire.” Geralt told him. “And dry clothes. Blankets too. She’s hypothermic.”

The elder man nodded before speeding off to various places within the keep. Geralt urged his legs to move quicker down the hallways, until you reached a cosy room with a large fire. It crackled loudly and illuminated the room with a flickering orange light. When the doors flung open, Eskel, who had been seated by the fire, turned his head to find the source of the commotion. His eyes widened at the sight of your lifeless body in his arms, and was quickly helping his brother to get you settled on the sofa. Then, he left to go and fetch you a cup of something warm to drink once you awoke. 

You stirred as Geralt began to strip you of your wet clothes. You whined at the loss of the fabric, clenching onto your top. 

“I’m sorry, but I have to take off the wet things. It’s going to make it worse if I don’t.”

“Geralt?” You furrowed your brow.

He hummed.

“Where are we?”

This caused bile to rise in the back of his throat. “We’re at the keep, Y/N.”

You nodded and reluctantly allowed him to peel off the wettest outer layers of your clothes, leaving you in your undergarments which were dry for the most part. He covered you with his cloak and rubbed your arms to try to generate warmth. 

Soon, Eskel returned with a warm mug of herbal tea. Geralt coaxed you to drink it. It offered blissful relief as it trailed down your throat and pooled in your stomach. When Vesemir returned with a handful of your warmest furs, Geralt tugged them over your body. You had begun to shiver again as the burning returned to your fingers and toes. He let out a breath of relief. It took a long time for your body to finally stop shivering and to fall into some sort of regular temperature. Sure, you were still cold, but it was nothing compared to the agony you had felt a short while ago. Geralt watched over you as you began to drift to sleep again; your exhausted body just couldn’t keep up with the demands of your brain. Although worry still tugged at his heartstrings, he felt some sense of reassurance that you would be okay, wrapped up within his arms. He wasn’t going to leave you anytime soon, that was one thing he knew for certain.

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[blooms-in-april]

I think part of the reason I'm so obsessed with Geralt and Jaskier, especially post-mountain apology fics is I'm projecting onto it. That fantasy of being apologized to, being made up to, being given attention above and beyond by someone who ignored you before - that's the dream, isn't it? That's the dream.

To have someone who underappreciated you and thought you were annoying turn around and say, "I was wrong, I adored your presence, You were never a bother, you were never annoying, and I miss you so much and I will spend the rest of our relationship letting you know how much I love and appreciate you." It's a drug I will never get enough of.

[dirtycombatboots]

Whump time!

So, if Lambert was close to Geralt and Eskel since he was a kid, image the drama. Little Lambert, an explosive child with prickly personality, somehow has a lot of friends. Practically every child in Kaer Morhen wants to be friends with him. Lambert thinks that it's because he is so damn charming and charismatic.

And then he realized that those kids weren't actually his friends. They were just using him, hoping to get close to his brothers. Because who are Lambert's brothers? Double grasses Geralt and Dragon of Kaer Morhen Eskel. Practically celebrities among their small community. And Lambert is just Lambert, nothing special. No double mutations, no extra strong signs. Just a prick who somehow got two very cool guys as his brothers.

That feeling of betrayal. The trust issues that stayed for the rest of his life. And certainly some resentment towards his brothers. Because if they weren't so fucking special, other kids wouldn't want to know them and wouldn't pretend to be Lambert's friends

[hannibard]

Y'know those post s2 fics where Jaskier hides the fact that he was tortured from Geralt bc the witcher has enough on his plate and he doesn't want to be a burden?

[whumpypepsigal]

#besties