#geraskier hc

[swan--writes]

Geralt: "No, wait, you deserve for this to be done the right way–"

Jaskier: "Fuck 'the right way.' Either kiss me like you mean it or don't."

[nullio]

idk why but Jaskier calling Geralt "noble" in fics always makes me ❤️🌟🌈🌟❤️🌟🌈❤️

There's just something about it!! Like yea Geralt is kinda noble- at least in some ways. And I don't think Geralt himself would've ever describe himself that way

And it's extra sweet b/c (and this might actually be fannon and not cannon but)

I think, as a kid, Geralt wanted to be or was really interested in knights and being described as noble (or "a noble idiot" as described in a fic i read) has to give him the warm and fuzzies at least a little bit

So yeah- Jask calling and describing Geralt as noble makes me happi

[kayte-overmoon]

One day, Jaskier mentions his ex-wife in passing, and Geralt's floored.

"You're married!?"

Jaskier stares at him like he's asked the color of the sky. "Well not anymore, Geralt." He tugs the chain around his neck. The rings on it jingle. "And thrice, to be specific."

[lucigoo]

@thedemonofcat I once again couldn't resist. I adore this idea so much, so i wrote it. A03 here

Geralt stood at the fence, watching both his and Jaskier’s horses with a frown. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, a scowl on his face as he glared at the pair of horses before him. Or specifically, at the male half of the pair.

Roach, his loyal, cantankerous, innocent mare, flicked her tail, standing there lovely and calm. Whereas Pegasus, Jaskier’s notoriously naughty and irritating gelding, pranced around her, blissfully ignorant of the chaos he had caused. Very much like Jaskier went through life now, Geralt thought about it.

“Jaskier, how in the world did he manage this?” Geralt asked, his voice almost a growl, as he turned to his partner, who was doubled over in laughter. “He’s lucky you love him or I would have sent him to the glue factory!”

Jaskier gave this threat as much seriousness as it deserved, which was none at all, as he finally calmed down enough to stand and move to lean his chin on Geralt’s shoulder as they watched their horses.

“Oh, come on, love!” Jaskier said, the mirth still ringing through his Oxenfurt-trained lungs. “I have no idea. I mean, it’s the most ridiculous thing! Who knew a gelding could produce a foal?”

“Well, he shouldn’t have wanted to try. And especially not with Roach,” Geralt snapped, directing another glare at Pegasus, who was now nuzzling Roach affectionately. “How do you explain this? I’m going to kill him with my silver sword if he carries on. And why isn’t she biting him with how close he is?” he asked, annoyed on his mare’s behalf.

“They had to get a lot closer than that, Geralt,” Jaskier teased, leaning against the fence, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “A romantic evening under last winter’s endless stars, some sweet nothings whispered ...”

“Enough,” Geralt snapped at his foal of a bard, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward against his will. “How did you let this happen? We both know it’s all Pegasus’ fault. We’re supposed to be responsible horse owners, not… whatever this is.”

Jaskier was too caught up in the absurdity of the moment to care for Geralt’s sniping, though. He was just in shock, considering whatever magic had helped cause this had also kept Roach as slim and sleek as before, and neither had any idea until they had all returned home to Kaer Morhen for the winter.

Coming to do the horse chores this morning and seeing into Roach’s stall had left them both speechless. Not that Jaskier was speechless any longer, Geralt thought with half-serious longing. He wanted to stand here and glare at Jaskier’s shithead of a horse; instead, he got… “You’re a grandpa now, Geralt! How does that feel?”

Geralt opened his mouth to retort and shut Jaskier up, but then the reality of what this actually meant struck him like lightning. “A grandpa? Or at least Roach is a mum,” he echoed, incredulous. The concept was so ludicrous that he almost forgot his irritation. Almost. He was a surprise father, an apparently wonderful partner (thank you, Jaskier, he WAS trying), and now, his precious Roach had had a foal with Jaskier’s idiot of a gelding. Somehow Geralt could feel the need to go back to bed and wish to start the day over rush over him.

At least until Roach shifted, revealing the tiny foal that had been hidden behind her.

Geralt’s heart all but stopped when he saw the tiny creature again. She was a beautiful blend of Roach’s rich chestnut and Pegasus’s snowy white, taking some of her first wobbly steps, her legs still slightly unsteady but, like her mother, she was determined even when she fell over her lanky little legs.

“Look at her,” he murmured to Jaskier, his voice barely above a whisper as he leant over the fence, completely captivated.

Jaskier moved to stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder, rather than behind him, his grin stretching impossibly wide. “What do you think? Isn’t she adorable?”

“Yeah,” Geralt admitted, completely entranced by the foal as she nuzzled Roach. “But how did this happen?”

“Maybe it was true love,” Jaskier sniggered, his tone teasing. “Or perhaps they just really wanted a baby.”

Geralt sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe you’re making me argue with you about horse romance, Jaskier. There should be no way for this to happen, and she hasn’t been left alone with any other horse, especially a stallion.”

With a dramatic flourish, Jaskier leaned against the fence too, eyes shining as he looked at the foal. “Oh, I know, grumpy bum, but it is what it is. She is definitely Pegasus’ and she is here, so it happened somehow. But look at her! She’s so sweet! Oh my goodness! We’re co-grandpas now, Geralt!”

Jaskier’s words hung in the air, and Geralt felt warmth wash over him even whilst feeling a little absurd at what Jaskier had said. Co-grandparents to a foal, of course, why not in his circus of a life?

He couldn’t help but smile at the foal’s antics as she stumbled around, desperately trying to catch up to Roach, who had moved to the water bucket. “I guess that makes us grandpas then,” he said, disbelief and incredulity colouring his words.

“Absolutely! Yes, yes it does, my love,” Jaskier said as he wrapped an arm around Geralt’s shoulder, his excitement radiating off him. “We have to spoil this little one rotten. Think of all the adventures she will have when she is big enough!”

“Just what I need, more responsibility and something else that can get eaten by monsters. As if you and Ciri aren’t enough to worry about,” Geralt groused, though he felt a small smile creeping on his face as he watched the foal play in the paddock under the watchful eyes of Roach.

“Have you thought of a name yet?” Jaskier asked, leaning closer to Geralt, who moved to wrap an arm around his waist and hold him close.

“No,” Geralt replied slowly, “but it needs to be something strong. Something that reflects her heritage and the fact she is somehow a magical birth.”

“How about ‘Griffin’?” Jaskier suggested, a glint in his eye.

Geralt shook his head, unable to suppress a smirk. “That sounds a bit too grand for a horse.”

“Alright then, how about ‘Storm’?” Jaskier asked, his grin widening.

“She’s more like a ‘Hurricane’ considering how quickly she arrived and her parentage,” Geralt said, shooting a pointed glare at Pegasus, who was now regarding the foal with an expression that was equal parts confusion and curiosity.

Jaskier roared with laughter at his partner’s ire at his own horse. “You’re definitely going to give Pegasus the evils every time you look at this little one, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. To have that baby means…” Geralt trailed off solemnly, giving Pegasus another glare before finally allowing a wide smile to cross his face as he continued to observe the foal. “I can’t help but think of the trouble he caused and, like you, he finds it out of nowhere.”

Geralt chuckled at Jaskier’s faux indignation and let him rant as he held him close, Geralt’s eyes barely leaving Roach or her foal.

As night fell, Jaskier began to hum a soft melody, the notes weaving through the air. Geralt found himself humming along, contentment settling over him.

And as Pegasus huffed and rolled his eyes at the little creature, unsure what to do with it, Geralt felt warmth fill his chest at the sight. Enough not to run Pegasus through for defiling his precious mare. “Welcome to the family, little one,” he murmured to the foal, who had laid down between Roach’s legs. Roach looked up and snickered softly at Geralt, who whistled back to her softly, watching as she bent her head down to nuzzle her babe.

“Co-grandpas forever!” Jaskier suddenly said into the quiet evening air before wrapping himself around Geralt and receiving a sweet kiss for his troubles.

With a soft sigh, Geralt leaned into the moment, realising that this unexpected twist of fate was precisely what he hadn’t known he needed after a tough year for them on the path.

He looked at Jaskier, who was still grinning like a fool, and felt his heart swell.

Maybe being a grandpa, and especially being one with Jaskier, wouldn’t be so bad after all.

To everyone's surprise, Roach and Pegasus somehow managed to come together and produce a foal.

Geralt, naturally, is thrilled about the baby horse, while Jaskier gleefully announces that he and Geralt are now co-grandpas.

[formerly-geraltshumblebard]

in the season 3 finale geralt gets beaten up so bad he becomes australian

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

Hey hey hey

A Wound To Heal (or for short, Eglantine)

-sol

Heya sol! Nice to see you in my asks again :D

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Jaskier is cut on the arm with a magical knife

The wound will not close until his heart is no longer broken

Geralt is like “cool, easy, we go to Oxenfurt cause you love it there”

Nothing changes at Oxenfurt

“We’ll go to the coast”

And the wound seems to bleed even more the nearer they get to the coast

Jaskier is getting paler

He’s not recuperating as fast anymore

He wakes up looking haggard and he keeps slumping in his saddle

A magical creature (fae? nymph? sprite? idk) happens upon them

“Well of course his heart won’t heal if you’re still here. You’re the one that broke it in the first place.”

Oh. Oh Fuck.

Geralt Is A Bad Friend and A Worse Romantic Partner

Jaskier’s wound isn’t healing

He’s on Death’s doorstep 

In a last ditch effort to save the person that means the most to him, Geralt finally professes his feelings

He spoons the bard all night, keeping pressure on the bandage on his arm

In the morning the bleeding has lessened

After three weeks of constant love and attention from his Witcher, Jaskier’s arm is totally healed

Happily Ever After

[inatyzzy]

important random witcher headcanon to note

geralts cat eyes (and just witcher cat eyes in general) are affected the same way a normal cats eye is affected

whats this mean? basically catnip eyes- his pupils get big and round when hes super happy or high

you can also take this to meaning his eyes get super fucking thin when hes pissed, but man i thought of this hc for fluff- yall best not turn this into an atomic bomb situation

[underpreparedbard]

This is Geralt and Jaskier, you can’t change my mind

Person B, with determination: I wasn't drunk at the party last night.

Person A: You called me and said that you were lost and scared. Then you asked me where I was.

Person B, scoffs: So what?

Person A: Before making the call you'd given me your phone and asked me to help you call your spouse, aka myself.

[kayte-overmoon]

Person A who never shuts up and Person B who will do anything to make them stop talking

Person B who finds out Person A likes candy and keeps giving it to them to keep their mouth occupied

Person A finally happy that Person B is coming out of their shell, and who's have thunk they're a gifts person?

Person B coming to the world-ending realization that while Person A stops talking when they're eating lollipops, they sure as hell aren't any less distracting.

[samstree]

Geralt is actually a very picky eater. He just can’t afford to be because often money is tight and food is scarce. Jaskier’s love language is picking out all the carrots from Geralt’s plate and giving him half of his dessert.

[devil-of-books]

Jaskier: I am on a QuestTM

Geralt, only somewhat listening: hmm

Jaskier: to find Matches

Geralt, snapping his head up in fear: Nope

Jaskier: Geraaaaaaalt I want to be able to make fire

Geralt: Absolutely not, it’s my job to protect you from monsters, fire, and most importantly, yourself. No matches

Jaskier: 🥺

Geralt: …. okay fine but just this once-

[toringo]

Book Geralt and Jaskier give me qpps vibes ngl.

[marvelousmaize]

i imagine that when jaskier inevitably found out that geralt was the one with the wishes - and the reason he nearly died - he didn't angst about it. no, i think julian 'i wish for valdo marx to die a painful death' alfred pankratz, viscount of petty probably just guilt-tripped the hell out of geralt for a good number of years. 

JASKIER: hey why don't we sleep in an inn tonight? 

GERALT: no.

JASKIER: :((( why nooootttt?

GERALT: we're running low on coin.

JASKIER: no we're not.

GERALT: *sigh* i don't understand why you're being so difficult -

JASKIER: oh i'm being difficult now? what are you gonna do? WISH FOR SOME DAMN PEACE AGAIN??? 

GERALT: ...fuck

GERALT: fine, you win. 

JASKIER:  😇

[formerly-geraltshumblebard]

can we talk about how geralt trusted jaskier to bring ciri, his CHILD who he is so incredibly protective over, to kaer morhen, the place that barely anyone is allowed to even know about?? and geralt didn't even hesitate, even after not seeing jaskier for a long time, he still trusts him with his daughters life and holy shit. what the fuck.

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

Im BEGGING you to write the secrets of midnight plot please geraskier au queen 😔🙏🏻

Ask and ye shall receive, my glorious subjects...

Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde...disgraced Count of Rivia, is cursed with lycanthropy by an angry rival (the Viscount de Lettenhove) who wants his place at court as Swordmaster (which Geralt uses to help the less fortunate cause he starts out as a Good Guy)

The werewolf ex-Count sequesters himself in a castle in the woods with nobody around except his horse, Roach

Jaskier attends the boarding school nearby

He gets lost in the woods after being pranked by his friends

Geralt finds him and helps him out

Geralt realizes who the boy is and who his father is (the man who got Geralt removed from court) 

Jaskier is adorable and innocent and sweet

Geralt immediately knows how he’s going to get revenge on the Viscount

Begins wooing Jaskier under false pretenses

Actually starts to fall for the boy, who laughs at even the worst jokes to make the joke-teller feel less scared. Who kisses scraped knees and who shakes hands with beggars. Jaskier who, for all his father’s errors, has turned into such a beautiful and golden soul in the dark, cruel world...

Fuck. Geralt actually loves this kid.

A lot.

And the full moon happens when Geralt wasn’t paying attention and he nearly hurts his one true love, Jaskier

The young noble is not frightened in the least but Geralt is mortified

He throws Jaskier from the castle and tells him never to return

A couple months pass, there’s yearning (so much fucking yearning) and pining (oh gods the pining)

Geralt is informed that Jaskier died of some passing plague and he loses his mind

He rides Roach as fast as he can to the Viscount’s lands and demands entry to see Jaskier’s headstone

But Jaskier is alive! And he’s surprised to see Geralt!

IT WAS A TRAP

GERALT IS CAPTURED AND THE VISCOUNT IS GOING TO GET RID OF HIM ONCE AND FOR ALL!

Because the Viscount got wind of his son’s indiscretions at school (thank you evil spy side character) and he has to keep his family’s honor intact

Jaskier rescues him and it’s Very Sexy because Geralt is In A Dungeon and he’s Bleeding and he’s Shirtless and he’s probably Chained To The Wall for good measure

And then they escape, of course

and there’s lots of raunchy sex scenes sprinkled throughout because this is a ROMANCE NOVEL guys

Jaskier is posed on the cover wearing a very loose white shirt and barely-tied blue breeches. Geralt is holding him against his (bare) chest extremely possessively and the moon is rising in the background.

[all-hail-the-witcher]

leaves

this started as a hc but turned into a long thing about geralt being a huge softie.  enjoy.

___

jaskier collects leaves that he thinks are pretty during the fall and presses them in his song writing notebook so he can look at them during the winter when all the leaves are gone. and, he'd never admit this to anyone, but he knows exactly where each leaf came from, and what he and geralt were doing when he found them, so they help him stay close to geralt in the cold months when he's away at kaer morhen.

geralt doesnt understand the fascination cause “they're just leaves jaskier” and gets kinda grumpy when jaskier walks extra slow during the fall to admire and inspect the leaves. but he secretly enjoys the way that jaskiers face lights up in front of their camp fire at night as he shows geralt each leaf he collected that day and tucks them safely into the pages of his notebook. 

jaskier used to show them to roach to inspect but after she ate a particularly beautiful one on accident he does not allow her anywhere near his precious leaves.

one year jaskier and geralt part ways a little earlier than normal, geralt deciding to begin the trek to kaer morhen sooner than he normally would due to a lack of contracts so jaskier goes to oxenfurt earlier as well. the leaves are just beginning to change color as they part ways. 

a few nights into the journey geralt is making camp for himself and roach when he sees a bright red leaf sitting on the forest floor, exactly the kind of leaf that jaskier would pick up and admire and wax poetry about before tucking it into his notebook. but jaskier isn't there, and geralt feels a little pang. he glares at the leaf the entire time he's setting up camp. 

the camp fire has burned down to the embers by the time geralt is ready to lay out his bed roll, but he can still see the leaf at the corner of his vision. he sighs and gets up, knowing that it will continue to bother him unless he does something about it. he picks up the leaf, brushes off the dirt far more lightly than he would ever care to admit, and goes to tuck it in to his saddle bag in the roll of parchment he keeps on the off chance he has to write a letter. 

roach snorts at him. “shut up,” he mutters back. “its just a leaf.” roach nuzzles his arm. “no, i don't miss him. im just...bringing him a souvenir. we had to part early this year.” another snort. “yes, i know you know. but he didn't get to see the leaves this year. i don't want him to be disappointed.” roach headbuts him as if to say, you dumb witcher. geralt ignores this, but gives her some nice pats before retiring to his bedroll. 

in the next town geralt buys a random book. he doesnt know what it is, he bought the cheapest one he could find. but he's not going to read it, he just needs something to keep jaskiers leaf in so it doesnt crumble to bits before the spring. he swears roach laughs at him for that. 

throughout his trip up to kaer morhen, geralt finds himself progressively walking slower, taking time to admire the leaves as the bard had once done. 

he picks up the second leaf a week later after a battle with some drowners. he’s heading back into the town, having come across his first contract in weeks, holding the head and covered in river muck and guts when he sees a perfectly yellow leaf on the ground in front of him. he picks it up gingerly, trying his very best not to get guts on it (and he nearly succeeds). if the alderman thinks its weird, a witcher coming back with a drowner head in one hand and a yellow maple leaf in the other, he doesnt say anything. roach does tho, whinnying the second she sees it in geralts hand. he ignores her, and presses the maple leaf into the book a few pages after the brilliant red one. 

after that he adds to the collection more frequently. an reddish oak leaf he finds on the ground outside of a tavern, a brilliant orange leaf he finds at his campsite, a yellowish orange leaf the size of his face that he finds along the road and so on. roach makes fun of him every time he reaches for the book, but geralt ignores her. they're merely souvenirs for jaskier, nothing more. 

collecting leaves slows him down considerably, but he cant bring himself to care. he's even disappointed when the last of the leaves disappear and the first snow sets in. 

but that doesnt stop him from collecting things to add to his book. he gathers different small pine branches, holly leaves and other things that he knows jasper has never seen before because they grow too far north. he becomes so caught up in his hunt for interesting plants that the snow is already falling thickly by the time he reaches kaer morhe, despite him leaving for the keep so early. eskel and lambert chide him for being late, but he ignores them, happy that he managed to fill most of the book with leaves for jaskier.

that whole winter the book remains in the bottom of geralts pack, wrapped carefully in his spare shirt. he thinks about it often, but doesnt dare bring it out for fear that one of his brothers will catch him and make fun of him for being a sap. he's not a sap, he just found some leaves for his friend. 

winter drags on far too long in geralts opinion and leaves as soon as the passes are clear, antsy to get back to his friend and give him the book. but on his way down he discovers yet another beautiful thing that jaskier would love: wildflowers. roach is slightly more appreciative of this because wildflowers are things that she is allowed to eat. geralt often feeds her them to see if she approves. if she spits it out or refuses to eat it, then it doesnt make it into the book.

in the space he has left in the book he fills it with wildflowers, sometimes going out of his way to collect them. there are buttercups, dandelions, little blue ones the color of jaskiers eyes, poppies, apple blossoms, daffodils, and even a few rose petals that he buys from a stall in a market. the book is brimming with nature now. he has to be careful not to lose any of his treasures. 

finally, he arrives at his and jaskiers meeting spot. he stables roach who gives him a headbut of encouragement and he grabs the book carefully wrapped in his shirt before he makes his way to the tavern, suddenly very nervous. 

jaskiers voice is already wafting out of the tavern as he draws closer, having beat geralt to the meeting spot for once, and geralt hesitantly steps inside, knowing jaskiers eyes will be on him the second he goes in. he’s overcome with thoughts, what if jaskier hates it? what if he thinks it's dumb? what if he laughs at him? 

he enters anyway, because he's a witcher for fucks sake and he can handle his friends scrutiny. immediately he sees jaskier, sitting in the corner, working a crowd. as always, jaskiers eyes snap to him the second he steps foot in the tavern and he winks. geralt gives him the smallest nod and heads to his table in the corner after ordering an ale. he tucks the book out of sight on the bench next to him. 

minutes later jaskier barrels over, eyes bright with the life of the crowd he had been entertaining. 

“geralt!” he exclaims. “finally. i thought you stood me up, you big oaf. i never make it here before you do, i thought you may have been eaten! although im not sure by what exactly, i don't know what species has a taste for witches, dragons maybe? well never mind, youre here now and you better have a good excuse for being so late, even im starting to get bored of this town and you know how i love towns...”

geralt smiles into his ale, he missed this, but he'd never admit it. his eyes flick over to the book sitting on the seat beside him, unsure whether or not he should give it to him. 

jaskier, being the observant fucker he is, notices. “geralt what do you have on the seat there? is it a monster head? you know what happened last time you tried to hide a monster head in a tavern, i thought the town would chase us out with pitchforks they were so angry! surely you wouldn't-”

“here.” geralt mutters, cutting him off, unwilling to listen to that horrible story. 

jaskier stares at the lump of black fabric on the table. “geralt, why are you giving me your shirt? its not really my style, i’m not one for black really, makes my skin look too pale.”

“open it.” he says into his ale. 

jaskier does, and stares at the book dumbfounded. “a history book? geralt you know that i am a master of the seven liberal arts, im a professor at oxenfurt! i have all these boring books in the library, i didn't need you to get me one, although it is very thoughtful of you to- oh”

geralt, tired of hearing jaskiers babbling, flips open the book, revealing the bits of nature he had spent their time apart collecting. jasper is silent, which geralt takes as a bad sign. maybe roach was right, maybe he didn't like it, maybe he'd wasted his time for nothing. 

“cause you....you didn't get to see...the leaves this year,” he mutters, looking into the tavern, unable to see the inevitable disappointment on jaskiers face. 

“oh, geralt,” jaskier whispers. “you collected all of these for me?”

geralt doesnt say anything, but his silence is enough. 

“this is why you were late. you were collecting these, for me.”

“its okay if you don't..like them” geralt bites out. 

“oh no no no no, geralt, they're wonderful.” 

geralt looks at jaskier and sees him touching the pine branch he took form the trees outside kaer morhen, tears brimming in his eyes. “you don't hate it?”

“no, love.” jaskier smiles softly. “i adore it. and i adore you. and id love it if you tell me about all of them, please.”

for the first time in years geralt feels something like a smile tugging at his lips and he picks up the pine branch from jaskiers hand, telling him how it came from the tree outside his window, the one that he looked at everyday as a kid growing up. the same tree that lambert once dared him to climb and he nearly did before being spotted by vesemir and scolded at. jasper laughs and sniffs the pine carefully before placing the branch back in the book. 

they pour over the book for hours at their table in the tavern. geralt cant remember the last time he's talked this much, much less about himself of all things, but jaskier is more than happy to listen. 

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