#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.

[cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness]

🧸 cute and fluff sneak peek? 🤯 personal character hc in WIP?

🧸 cute and fluff sneak peek?

This is from my Geraskier timeloop story that maybe one day I'll be able to finish and publish:

"Geralt?"

Geralt grips his hand and squeezes it, the gesture almost desperate, with his body curved against his in an attempt to have as much contact as possible.

"Allow me a moment of this, please," Geralt pleads, his voice smaller than Jaskier has ever heard it. He's now fully awake with a witcher trembling at his back.

"Will you let me turn around, darling? Let me hug you." Geralt gives Jaskier some space for him to shift on his back. His face is almost devoid of emotions, but his mouth is downturned and he won't meet his eyes. They're also uncharacteristically red. Jaskier wraps his arm around his broad shoulders to invite him to cuddle him. Geralt does, resting his head on his pectoral. Right over Jaskier's heart.

🤯 personal character hc in WIP?

It's pretty much a fandom wide hc that Jaskier is non-human, but instead of choosing whether he's an elf or a fae, I went "both is good" for this story.

Thanks for asking!

Current WIP emoji ask

[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

[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.

[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

[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.

[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.

[spilledbutter]

👀👀👀

with trucker!Geralt!!!!

@podcastenthusiast SUGAR BABY GERALT i am YELLING

sugar baby geralt is a twenty-something college drop-out single dad trying to figure out how to get ciri to eat her vegetables and keep the lights on. he's got his trusty piece of shit car (affectionately named roach) that desperately needs a new set of tires and volunteers part-time at his dad's dog rescue, the wolf pack.

he's got a lot of responsibilities and not a lot of money and he is just. so tired.

jaskier is a well-to-do thirty-something self-made indie musician/part-time influencer with money to spare. he's been his own man since his early twenties when he finally told his parents to fuck off after college. he's got a business degree (forced upon him but used out of spite) and a chip on his shoulder and is determined to do Whatever The Fuck He Wants at this stage in his life.

they're both trying to escape their problems.

he and geralt meet by chance. geralt's old flame-turned-friend yennefer dragged him out for a night of fun. ("all you do is work, geralt, and ciri will be fine with triss for a night.") jaskier is out essi and priss. the club is loud and hot and too much but when they see each other across the dance floor, everything else fades away.

it's like gravity (or destiny or fate, if you believed in that kind of thing) draws them together. they share a dance, then a kiss, then suddenly they're making out in an uber on the way to jaskier's place. they spend the night together--and what a night it is.

but when geralt wakes up in the morning, he notices... jaskier's place is nice. like rich person nice. and he feels self conscious as he looks around at the lofty ceilings and nice furniture and expensive looking instruments placed everywhere. there's a recording studio. who the fuck is this guy.

so he's getting dressed and is about to make his exit posthaste when jaskier catches him.

"leaving so soon?"

and geralt is still embarrassed but he likes jaskier. he's attracted to him. and he figures he can let himself play into the fantasy just a little bit longer after he checks his phone and sees that yen and triss and ciri are alright.

so they eat scrambled eggs and toast and talk. it's... nice. and geralt finds himself telling jaskier about his daughter, about his life. he doesn't explicitly say anything about money, but jaskier can read between the lines.

jaskier makes a suggestion.

"we could keep meeting, you know. i enjoy your company, geralt, even if the sex never happens again. and in exchange... why don't you bring your car next time? a friend of mine is a mechanic, and owes me a favor."

and geralt's pissed at the implication, because who the fuck does jaskier think he is. he's not a charity case, he's not going to take his money just because jaskier had him on his back last night.

and he tells him so, but jaskier repeats the offer, with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

"geralt. i want to help you. and you don't have to do anything to deserve it--i think knowing you will be payment all on its own."

and geralt knows he could use the help. jaskier seems nice enough and he doesn't have any other options coming his way right now, really. the universe has never been kind to him.

so he agrees. "alright."

they keep meeting up, with jaskier doing little favors for him here and there--fixing his car, buying groceries. he never accepts jaskier's money straight out.

and eventually, they truly are friends. geralt lets jaskier meet ciri. and the presents start to overtly include her too--paying for them to go to the amusement park, just to see ciri shriek with glee. paying for the karate and piano lessons ciri has always wanted but geralt has never been able to afford.

and things inevitably get messy when geralt starts to feel something more.