#geraskier 80's

[limerental]

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read my old fics, you cowards! these are majority witcher fics, because i have an illness.

silly goofy modern au

how long we were fool'd - jaskier/yennefer(&geralt)

married neighbors yennskier, suburban dad!geralt, modern witchers, little kid ciri, aroace geralt, relationship misunderstandings, borzoi roach, supernatural mystery, some canon-typical violence, found family nonsense, and my own clairvoyance in writing yennskier husband-wife but it was spring 2020

(don't) poke the sleeping dragon - jaskier/yennefer/geralt

a retelling of bottled appetites but it's a nerdy fantasy music festival, copious drug use, yennefer's sick wizard van, unicorn edibles, golden dragon dildos, outdoor sex, geralt getting pegged and double penetrated, a dialogue only threesome, accidental yearning old friend geraskier tenderness, and someone once told me they wouldn't read this fic because yen had her tits out in the summary and i will always remember that criticism for the rest of my life

as if you were a mythical thing - yennefer/geralt

old married couple, dom/sub dynamics, sex unicorn mention, geralt is very vanilla but loves his kinky wife, and he's too autistic about horses not to ruin ponyplay with horse facts

this one might hurt

long on the road & how light carries on - geralt/jaskier (eventual geralt/regis in the sequel, plus many platonic relationships)

the 80s trucker/hitchhiker au that got away from me, vietnam vet trucker geralt, aging hippie musician jaskier, AIDS crisis, terminal illnesses, dealing with mortality, falling in love, road tripping, copious american geography, period-typical queer community issues, and then... life after loss, aging, grief and mourning, queer and traumatized family dynamics both found and otherwise, finding love again, and watching the sun set on a life well lived

in dark and twisted braids - fringilla &/ yennefer

aretuza school days slumber parties, girlhood crushes, pining, unrequited love, i shook a sorceress and intergenerational trauma fell out, the inherent adolescent horror of making lasting decisions about your future when you are barely 18 but even worse because there's war and violence and permanent alterations to your body and forced sterilization and your little schoolgirl crush on someone you thought was a friend ends in betrayal and bloodshed and you end up on opposite sides of the war and she never even looked your way or thought about you and--

then send down the storm - aiden/lambert, lambert/geralt(/yennefer)

witcher roadtripping, just guys being dudes, horse stuff, winter at kaer morhen polyamory but different, ~trauma~, the mortifying ordeal of accepting you deserve more from life and also of being known, but it's too late (or is it?), grief and mourning and loss and love that was worth its loss, and also, the character death(s) are largely temporary.

aw that just ain't right :/

the witch in her tower - eskel/yennefer(/geralt)

dark fic, fairytale elements, hurt no comfort (mind the tags), morally dubious heartbroken yennefer, pining and years of yearning for geralt eskel, unrequited love, non-consensual mind control during sex, flashbacks to messed up witcher child abuse and violence and cruelty, the inherent horror of mutated and manipulated little boys becoming men who think they can't or shouldn't love paralleled with the inherent horror of enchanted and manipulated little girls becoming women who-- you get it.

the flesh calmly going cold - geralt/jaskier

this one's gross for real, a hunt gone wrong, hurt NO comfort, major character death and it's gross and tragic, gore, necrophilia, organs lovingly described (and jizzed on), basically it's just like that scene in twn where filavandrel exploded but if francesca humped his goo after. sorry.

blood of the covenant (water of the womb) - geralt/&renfri, geralt/stregobor

supernatural pregnancy body horror as revenge, ......pregobor, black sun princess trauma and curses, apocalyptic monster fetus imagery, it's about women and violence against women and evil men suffering for inflicting that violence mostly, and also the evils of standing by and watching evil happen. also, yes stregobor is magical yucky bella swan pregnant and then bad stuff happens to everybody.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

80s movie prompt: Geralt started his own construction company right out of high school, but its only been a year and currently its just him. He has been hired to redo the roof and siding of the Pankrats' summer cabin and is allowed to stay there while he works but he isnt expecting the Pankratz prodigal son to return from his year at Oxenfurt and (taking one look at Geralt) decide he wants to spend the summer there too. Cue skinny dipping, sunsets, bonfires, and cuddling under the stars! ❤😏🥰

(Truly nothing could be as adorable as this. I’m going to make it very long so...oops)

Geralt is 23 and Jaskier is 21 in this story

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Geralt hears the mysterious visitor approaching before he sees them. He’s extremely confused as to why anyone is coming out to the Pankratz family cabin at all; he was supposed to be out here fixing the roof by himself for the next week. There had been a storm earlier in the month and Mr. and Mrs. Pankratz had hired him (mostly out of obligation since he’d grown up next to them) to patch up a hole poked through the roof by a wayward tree branch.

They’d promised him a week alone at the cabin to hang out, thirty bucks for groceries, and (if they were impressed with the finished product) they’d even offered to spread the word of his small business around their workplaces. So he needed to do a good job.

Someone showing up out of the blue and clearly intending to use the property is...confusing, all things considered. Geralt climbs down from the roof and makes his way to the front of the little cottage to greet the stranger. 

“And then you put your arms around me And we tumble to the ground And then you say, ‘I think we're alone now, There doesn't seem to be anyone around.’“

The red convertible’s engine cuts and the radio goes just as silent. The driver, a boy maybe a year or two younger than Geralt’s twenty-three, lifts his sunglasses from his shockingly blue eyes and stares back at the construction worker. 

Like two dumb, gay deer stuck in each other’s headlights.

“Uh...hi?”

“Who’re you?” Geralt asks stupidly.

“Julian Pankratz. My family still owns this cabin, right? They didn’t sell it and then forget to tell me? I always come borrow it for a week at the end of July.”

“I’m just, uh, here to fix the roof.”

“Oh. Was it that nasty storm?”

“Yeah. Tree branch. I’m Geralt, by the way.”

“Cool. Julian, like I said, but I’d prefer it if you called me Jaskier.”

“Nice to meet you then, Jaskier. I’ve been staying in the guest room but I can move to the couch if you want it instead,” Geralt suddenly offers. Jaskier seems taken aback and waves his hands in front of his face.

“Wouldn’t dream of it! I’ll take my parents’ room.”

“Oh. Yeah, that works.”

Jaskier vaults over the door of the cherry-red Mustang and Geralt tries not to gulp visibly. Why the fuck is this adorable twink wearing a crop top?! Sure, Geralt had a few of his own cutoff shirts in his bag somewhere to use when it got too hot but he didn’t want to burn his shoulders during a job, but this kid was stylish. This was as calculated as Johnny Depp’s look in Nightmare on Elm Street. 

The suddenly anxious contractor licks his lips and returns to the roof. He was only here to do a job, after all. There’s really no point in watching Jaskier meander down to the beach with a towel. No point in casting a few scattered glances as the gloriously slender man removes his shirt and lays down to tan. 

But Geralt can’t help himself. Jaskier is, unfortunately, really fucking cute. 

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“So my parents didn’t bother to tell you that I was working here this week?” Geralt asks. He prods the dying fire with a stick and watches as the embers catch against a new log. Jaskier is wrapped in the softest looking burgundy sweater that Geralt had ever seen. His cutoff denim shorts were fraying at the hem, just above his knees, and the construction worker had to work to tear his eyes away.

Jaskier was, for lack of a better word, incredibly pretty.

His caramel bangs were feathered and side-swept. His eyes were a bright and sparkling in the flickering light of the bonfire. “My parents don’t talk to me a lot. They’re not super comfortable with my whole, uh sexuality.”

“Oh.”

“You don’t sound surprised.”

“Would it be rude to say I’m not? I mean, I’ve been to enough gay bars to know what a twink looks like.”

“Oh so you...”

“Mhm.”

Jaskier’s smile takes on a slightly predatory edge and he slides closer in the sand, his hand fluttering up to Geralt’s knee. “Well.”

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Three nights later Jaskier is laying with his head on Geralt’s chest, staring up at the dark sky above them. “You’re so soft,” the contractor mutters. His thumb is making slow circles on the skin of Jaskier’s upper arm. 

“Moisturizer,” the younger man shrugs. 

“You’re soft on the inside, too,” Geralt clarifies. “Like a fairy tale princess or some shit.”

“You’re like...hmm. I don’t know what you’re like. You’re very unique.”

“I’m just another kid who couldn’t afford college and started his own small business doing manual labor in the American Midwest.”

“You make yourself sound like a Stephen King protagonist.”

“Maybe not that tragic or romantic,” Geralt scoffs. Jaskier rolls up onto his elbows, head dangling just above Geralt’s. A pair of honey-hazel eyes blink drunkenly up at him. They may have broken into his father’s tequila stash (he can replace it later) and they may be a little tipsy.

“Oh you reek of tragedy and romance, my broody, winter-haired darling,” Jaskier giggles. He slides his nose back and forth against Geralt’s and listens as the older man rumbles happily beneath him. “May I kiss you?”

“Feel free.”

Jaskier presses his lips down against Geralt’s the world lights up around him, even in the dead of night. Oh, there’s something incredibly special about the elusive, quiet construction worker. 

“Oh Geralt,” he gasps, pulling away for only a moment, “I think I might love you.”

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

It's so cute!! I can't wait to post your story!!

Did an Art Trade with @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher here’s my part~

This is for her super sweet 80s AU. Specifically it’s inspired by this story. Thank you so much for trading with me I had a lot of fun~

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Three ships: Currently obsessed with Dreamling (Hob x Morpheus // The Sandman), but Merthur (Merlin x Arthur // BBC's Merlin) and Geraskier (Geralt x Jaskier //The Witcher Series) will forever hold special places in my heart

First ever ship: It might be Destiel?? it's either that or Merthur, I honestly don't remember

Last song: Black Lipstick by Powerman 5000...recently it's been giving me 80's Dreamling vibes, but like. If they went to an 80's themed night club and acted-out how the 1989 meeting would have gone, should they have met up...god I have a whole idea around this now

Last movie: Kingsman The Golden Circle. I fucking love the kingsman movies, specifically the first two...idk about the prequel, but the first two are definitely up there with my favourite movies of all time. It takes a special kind of self restraint not to watch those two movies back to back to back for 10 hours straight

Currently reading: Giving Sanctuary by @avelera (Forever eating bricks over this fic - in the best way), but Shelter by @softest-punk, Fey Divorce Court Isn't a Thing by @moorishflower, and literally countless other fantastic fics are in my marked for later, ready to be read when my brain wants to cooperate. There are so many damn good fics out there, the talent is insane

Currently watching: Nothing much tbh...another Sandman rewatch is in order I think, as well as Good Omens, but besides that it's mostly been movies with the occasional episode of something in between to spice things up. Labyrinth, X-men first class & days of future past, Derry Girls, Sense8, etc

Currently consuming: Gozleme. So much chicken gozleme it's not even funny

Currently craving: A good night's sleep and a little bit of hope, but I'll settle for some warm food...or a strawberry thickshake

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@avelera @cuubism @wizardofgoodfortune @wordsinhaled @dsudis @softest-punk

No pressure, just some fun !! :)

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ah the misunderstanding, but I love this💙

Neighbours

Or the 80s geraskier AU no one asked for part 2

After the first incident, Jaskier decided to ask Geralt for help with pretty much all of his minor problems. It gave a headache for the witcher for two reasons: one; because he was sure Jaskier was more than capable of using a screwdriver and two; he still went and did anything he was asked for.

A loose shelf? Done. Keys broken in the lock? Sure thing. Taking care of Roach while he was away? He just took the damn dog without a word.

He didn’t understand what was happening, how did this insufferable goof in his funny coloured windbreakers and cropped jeans wrap him around his fingers? He didn’t bribe him, not really. He invited him over for dinner a couple of times sure, but he wouldn’t call that a bribe, more like a payment of sort. The thing was, he had the faintest of feelings that the man tried to befriend him in his own way, asking for his help when he didn’t really need it. And damn it worked.

Because now Geralt greeted him upfront and waved at him from across the street and even asked him how he was. And every time he was about to regret it, feeling that he made a fool out of himself, Jaskier shone a brilliant smile at him and it was all worth it.

He did everything in his power to fight the feeling in his chest that made him think maybe, just maybe he became important to him. Because let’s be honest, who would actually care about a witcher? It was much more plausible that the man was annoying enough for everyone else and felt lonely, or fuck, perhaps he was actually big enough of a buffoon to really not know how to use a screwdriver. So he did, what he always did when people seemed just a little bit nice to him; he tried to ignore him.

He stopped waving and greeting and talking to him all together. Tried to avoid him, when he left his apartment and when he came back. It worked for a week so far.

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[panna-acida]

Physical (Geraskier)

Don't judge me here (I'm listening to a 80's playlist), but imagine Jaskier singing "Physical" by Olivia Newton-John with the same outfit (damn tight pants and bodysuits with the bright colors) while doing a work out (modern setting here) and Geralt just pass by and just dead stops, take few steps back and turn to look better at Jaskier that didn't notice him.

Here, in this au, Geralt is a gym instructor and Jaskier just one of the guy working out at the same gym, but in some kind of way they became friends, maybe thanks to Yen? Ciri? Or just Jaskier started to talk to the amazing gym instructor (because he was hot and Jaskier is weak to beauty)? Anyway they became sorta of a friends (listening to Geralt, and best friend listening to Jaskier), but over the month Geralt started to notice something different in Jaskier, or at last started to know him better and better and slowly started to fall for this amazing person with a beautiful voice, why he didn't notice his soft voice before? Why he starting to fall this loud af human, why he is so soft and wants to just hugs him and... and Jaskier bends and Geralt just wants to nag him right there, in the empty room.

"Fuck" Geralt just, turns around and leave, the moment Jaskier turn around.

"Geralt?" But nothing, no one is answering. Geralt just close the door of the locker room behind him and take a really cold shower.

It's going to be a really looooong year.

[lirependragon]

Imagine

80’s synth pop band geraskier

Jaskier sings and geralts got synths instead of swords.

I’m thinking Marc Almond and David Ball in Soft Cell.

Just imagine jaskier singing sex dwarf!

[stinastar]

Omgggggs yessss

All In For Eight Nights Plus Forever (Geraskier 80s AU)

Thanks to the anon who left Bouncey a Hanukkah request for her fantastic Geralt/Jaskier 80s boyfriends AU, and thanks to @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher Bouncey for letting me play in her glorious AU playground with this one. 

Being so good with kids, Jaskier had immediately been volunteered to help with his little cousins’ Hanukkah party, which meant of course Geralt had found himself volunteered as well. He wasn’t going to miss the chance to spend a day with his boyfriend. Plus he loved  seeing Jaskier so happy and carefree.

Not that he was getting too many glimpses of his boyfriend, considering Geralt felt like he was currently in football practice running drills. But he couldn’t say no to all the kids begging for piggyback rides with Geralt sprinting around the yard. Jaskier hopped on for one, of course, rewarding Geralt with a kiss on the cheek that made him blush-and made all the kids yell “Ew!” because, well, kissing.

Curious, Geralt walked over to where Jaskier was sitting at a low picnic table with a group of children. Perching next to him, he watched as his boyfriend held up a small spinning top. “This is a dreidel,” Jaskier explained to both the kids and Geralt, turning it to show them each of the four sides. “Gimel, you get all the gelt-that’s the chocolate coins- in the middle, Nun, you get nothing, Hey, you get half, Shin, you have to put one in.”

Watching his boyfriend expertly spin the dreidel, Geralt grinned as Jaskier landed on Hey and immediately tore open one of his winnings, stuffing the chocolate from inside the gold foil straight into his mouth. When Geralt kissed him, he could taste the milk chocolate (and ignore the background noise of “Ew!”, thank you very much. He took no offense. The kids had screamed “Ew!” whenever anyone dared kiss anyone, even and especially their parents.). 

Watching his adorable boyfriend tell a highly dramatic rendition of the story of Hanukkah, well, Geralt would never get tired of that either. He loved seeing Jaskier in his element, performing for an adoring audience, and he loved the rush that came after when Jaskier came running into his arms for a spin and a kiss. Whether in a high school auditorium, or a large backyard, Jaskier shone on stage, no exceptions.

Towards the end of the evening, after the sun had gone down, Geralt sat with his arms around Jaskier, chest resting against the back of his own letterman’s jacket that Jaskier wore anytime Geralt didn’t have a game. They watched the glowing lights of the menorah shine in the darkness. 

Geralt pushed the remaining gelt in front of Jaskier, and winked, whispering “All in” into his boyfriend’s ear.

“Geralt, there is no all in with the dreidel game!” Jaskier laughed, as Geralt unwrapped one of the coins and fed a piece to him. 

“But I’m all in with you, babe,” Geralt promised, and the look in Jaskier’s eyes as he spun in Geralt’s arms for a deep kiss, well that was the taste of forever.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

AU Masterlist

Swashbuckling AU Masterpost

Fairy Jaskier AU Masterpost

80′s Football Player/Theatre Gay AU Masterpost

Jaskier and the Beast AU Masterpost

Bodice Ripper AUs (Secrets and Roses)

Other Short Works/Collections Masterpost

Holiday Themed Stories

All stories are in chronological order.

I made a Ko-fi if anyone feels like tossing me a coin or two (do not feel obligated at all but it was suggested to me and I’m a broke grad student so...)

[legacydefined]

;;consider: 80′s geraskier au. geralt is a rock star that is like,,,,,popular to hate. but jaskier is an aspiring song writer that is an actual fan of his. and just. yes. them dueting. beautiful. 

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

80’s BOIS PLSSSSSS 💖💖💖

How bout... Jask’s parents are away for the weekend and the boys have a sleepover. And like... not a party, but a cute like... I dunno, they read comics together and watch cartoons and canoodle, or something.

Dunno. Thoughts. I just love them 🤣🤣 If this makes you think of something else go with that! 😘

Thx ILY

Oh yes, Stina. This is what I needed. Comin’ through for me yet again. I also may have borrowed your fort building idea, please forgive me.

also tagging @racheld93 and @221bsunsettowers who love the 80′s shenanigans

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Geralt slid through the open window and landed almost soundlessly in Jaskier’s bedroom. “You could, like, come through the front door next time, if you want.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” the quarterback chuckled, shaking his white hair out of his face. “I forgot your parents weren’t home.”

“And also that the sun is still out?”

“What? It’s not like the neighborhood isn’t already aware of our window-climbing escapades.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes and hopped off his bed to give his boyfriend a smooch on the cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Very,” the older boy smirked, grabbing his boyfriend by the waist and pulling him in for a long, slow kiss on the lips. Not making out, not Frenching, just kissing a lot and all at once. “And even luckier to manage to get with someone like you.”

“Hush,” Jaskier blushed furiously. “You’re going to-”

“I already did,” the quarterback preened. “Now, where are the extra blankets? We’re going to turn your living room into a snuggly wonderland!”

Jaskier clapped with excitement and ushered him down the short upstairs hallway to the linen closet. He loaded the senior’s strong arms with sheets and comforters and even one downy old blanket that smelled like his long-dead grandmother’s cheap perfume. 

“Is that all?” Geralt teased. Jaskier pouted up at him and it was adorable. 

“Yes, thank you.”

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Jaskier had been exhausted, apparently. They’d loaded their rented copy of Alien into the VCR and not half an hour later the junior had fallen asleep with his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Geralt had gathered him into his arms and laid him down on the thickest blanket he could find. He wrapped Jaskier up like a burrito with a thin comforter and gently ran his hand through his boyfriend’s thick brown hair over and over, lulling himself into a state of drowsiness through repetition alone.

“Come snuggle,” Jaskier demanded quietly, making grabby hands at Geralt. The quarterback acquiesced, sliding himself down next to Jaskier and letting the movie continue on mute. He tucked the junior’s slim body against his taller, broader one and let Jaskier get comfortable. “Better.”

“I love you, Jaskier. Sweet dreams, babydoll.”

“Sweet dreams, hot stuff,” Jaskier replied, his hand already tangled in the front of Geralt’s shirt as if he was a teddy bear or safety blanket. “See you for breakfast. I’m making waffles.”

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Your response to my Hanukkah prompt was really sweet. If no Hanukkah, maybe just some fun times in the snow with the boys? :)

I’m glad you thought it was sweet! I really didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings by saying ‘no’, but I wasn’t comfortable writing about a holiday I have no experience with. 

But a snow day? Oh for sure. I can write the hell out of that, Anon.

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Geralt was awoken by a loud thud from outside; something had slammed into his closed bedroom window and shaken the glass rather violently. He heard giggling from outside and flung himself out of bed as quickly as possible when he recognized it as his boyfriend’s. He pulled on a pair of jeans, tossed a Henley over his head, and pulled his hair into the usual half-ponytail as he made his way down the stairs. 

“Jask is outside,” Vesemir said from his seat at the kitchen table. His “World’s Best Dad” mug was resting next to the coffee machine, which was bubbling rather happily away. Geralt tugged on his coat and boots with a wide grin. 

“Yeah. Don’t wait up?”

“Have fun.”

That was all the permission Geralt needed. No chores. No busy work. No “get your schoolwork done first”... Vesemir was in a great mood today and he was not going to take that for granted. 

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Jaskier snuggled up to his boyfriend on the couch. “Put a movie in or something. I wanna snuggle.”

“What about your parents?”

“They’re at some office party and won’t be home until late. We can have hot chocolate on the couch without worrying.”

“And your grandma?”

“She’s asleep.”

“So why watch a movie when we could... warm up?”

Jaskier wiggled his eyebrows and laughed, his nose still cherry-red from their snowman building shenanigans. “Alright. But I still want to watch a movie while we smooch. I demand Krull!” 

“Absolutely not. Anything but Krull.”

“They defeat the powers of evil with their love!”

“...You owe me a big kiss for this.”

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Hungry like the wolf was playing at the blood donor centre I went to today and all I could think about for an hour was our gay children sneaking into each other’s houses, which leads me to the question: how do their parents react to them dating when they find out? And does their finding out occur before Geralt and jask tell them? As you can tell I’m a slut for your 80s au thank you for blessing my feed with it ♥️♥️♥️

One day Geralt accidentally goes out to get his family’s mail at the same time as Mr. Pankratz, who just says, “There’s a ladder in the garage.”

Vesemir, meanwhile, bumps into Jaskier at one of the boys’ football games and manages to introduce himself with, “I sleep below the room you’re always sneaking into, nice to finally meet you for real.”