#i love Jaskier the best

[fandom-trash-and-hyperfixations]

Yes!

(credit: stuffman)

More Geralt Has Amnesia and wonders when he married a bard!

More Accidental Warlord AU of an AU!

More Post mountain Jaskier (sad wet puppy or feral badass)!

More Witcher! Jaskier

More Jaskier finds Ciri First and they bond and Geralt doesn't know how he fits!

More Jaskier saves Aiden and they become brothers

More Jaskier meets Lambert and they become besties or lovers

More Jaskier meets Eskel and they become lovers

More Ves meets the bard and brings him home

More Ves is just done with these idiots

More smoft Aiden/Lambert

More coffee shop Au, more sugar baby au, more Morhen boys own a ranch au...just... More. Whatever you feel like writing, whatever lights your fire or your passion, please. We are here for it!!!

because I've seen a couple posts like this recently:

Do not be discouraged if you see someone with the same idea for a fic as you! Because that's what we want--the same exact stories, over and over, through the unique lens of each writer! That's the beauty of fanfiction: you can read the same story, slightly to the left, as many times as possible!

So please, post that fic that has the same premise as someone else. Write your version of it, and rest assured knowing that at the very least, one person will be delighted to find the same kind of story as one they just finished!

[justsimplypanic]

nobody understands jaskier like joey batey does

we are so fucking lucky

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 28

Jaskier is sure the last hurdle to winning Geralt's heart is to finally make Roach like him. So he gives her apples and sugar cubes, and braids her hair, and cleans her hooves, and brushes her fur, and buys her new tack, and pets her every chance he gets, and he can tell that slowly but surely, she's starting to like him! Now he just has to wait for Geralt to fall in love with him! Jaskier eliminated the one problem that Geralt would reasonably have with them getting together. "If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!" Ah. Apparently there was... more wrong with Jaskier than he initially thought. Roach meanwhile watches as the flowerman who gives her all the best treats walks past her sobbing. Where's Geralt??? Go fix the flowerman! She waits a while but... Geralt isn't coming. Geralt can handle himself. prettycolorflowerman cannot! He is stupid!!! So she follows him. Geralt returns to what was their camp, already feeling like shit for blowing up at Jaskier, only to find that- What th- Did Jaskier steal his fucking horse!? Jaskier is already a town or two away, and is done performing in exchange for a room, when he looks outside and sees Roach. Did Geralt come back for him!? He always hoped that- Oh.. No. He didn't. It's... just roach? Is he in trouble? No she's certainly in no hurry to leave. Perhaps she just wandered after him and needs to be told to go back to Geralt. She's not moving- Entice her with treats! Not working. Do the special little whistle Geralt does when he needs her! Not working. Shove her toward where she came from. Not working. Fuck! How is Jaskier going to give Roach back to Geralt without... Without seeing Geralt!?

[patroclusdefencesquad]

joey batey in every song he writes for jaskier : i will sprinkle in the fact that jaskier is in love with geralt

[hanzajesthanza]

a book with geralt 😃

a book with geralt without ciri 😐

a book with geralt without yennefer 😔

a book with geralt without dandelion 💀

[ghostlylicious]

im mad at men so i drew elihal killing dandelion

[jaskiersroyalslut]

I drew the silliest of sillies :3

[thelostgirl21]

Okay, I've just gotta say though...

Imagine that you think you've fallen in love with some evil mastermind that only ever pretended to love you to gain power for himself!

Then, shortly after, you hear some sniffling coming from the corner of a room while searching for your family, and randomly find said "evil mastermind" looking like this:

Radovid's main casting requirement: being able to look so small, vulnerable, soft, lost, and hurt, that it'll have some members of the audience yelling "Jaskier, you better fix this right now, you big meanie! Or I'll never forgive you!" at their screen!

Basically,

Me, before season 3: "I don't think I'll ever be able to feel as protective of any character in any TV show ever as I do of Jaskier."

Radovid: "Hold my wine bottle, I've got this!"

Me, after season 3: "I now have this strange urge to throttle that bard if he ever hurts that one again... What the fuck is going on?"

[winters-mistress]

let the thunder come

"Drink this." Geralt says, coming over to sit at Ciri's makeshift bedside. It's nothing much, squishy moss and fresh leaves and still moist mud. Ciri looks at him, her attention being drawn from the trees and the stars, her head rolling to meet his eyes.

Geralt holds out the mug of dark tea, and Ciri obediently sips the hot liquid, uncaring of the foul, sharp taste.

"What is it?" She asks, once he has been satisfied that another drop does not remain in the mug.

"Leaves, plants, stuff that'll make you better." He says, as unchatty as ever, sitting his arse back next to her, and he sneaks a glance at her bandaged, bloodied side. "How're you feeling?"

"Alright." She shrugs a shoulder. "It doesn't hurt, that numbing treatment you put on is still working, I guess. How long until it heals properly, and I don't have to rely on faulty magic and tonics?"

Geralt grumbles quietly. "I don't know, a few weeks, maybe? You're not exactly the type of person that follows the rules of the universe." He says, smirking as she squeaks at the ruffle of her hair. She bats him away, and he grins at her. "You're very brave, you know that? Jumping in front of a blade to save Jaskier, you're very brave to do it. And incredibly stupid and short sighted."

Ciri blinks at him. "I would have survived it, he wouldn't have. It seemed a simple enough synopsis." She shrugs. "Is he alright?"

"Shaken, blames himself, drinking himself into a stupor. Much like Lambert, that one." He casts a glance to the drunken bard and the whily witch as they share an awkward silence in front of the fire. Yennefer keeps glancing at Jaskier, while the bard only has eyes for the bottle. "He'll be fine, you both will. Who knows, you might get a couple gifts out of it, next time we pass by a town."

"Anything less than a sword will be a disappointment." Ciri mutters. Geralt scoffs.

"That's my job to provide you with one, mennace. Not his. You'll get some jewels or clothes or some shit like that." He rumbles. "I appreciate your saving him, but next time we're ambushed, do us all a favour and don't jump in front of a blade, hmm?"

"I certainly promise to cut back." Ciri banters, and Geralt growls at her. She smirks, laying back in her makeshift bed. "What's in that? I'm so tired." She complains.

"Must be something in the poppies." He leans down and takes her by the hand, running a thick thumb over the back of her small palm. "Sleep, kid. I'll be right here."

"Promise?"

"Always."

[kuwdora]

Whats a piece of prose youre really proud of?

Oh! Yes, I have quite a few pieces I'm very proud of but here is one section in particular. I don't always do a lot of talking about my fic on main but I like writing soft romantic Geralt and Jaskier a lot. ---- Geralt wasn’t sure how long he was drifting with the memories before Jaskier slid his arms around him and kissed his nape. Affection swelled in Geralt’s chest and Jaskier’s hands fanned across his sternum. He welcomed the touch immensely, particularly after the long week away in the rain.

Jaskier pressed his cheek against the back of his shoulder, hands sweeping down Geralt’s abdomen. His beard was a scratchy counterpoint to the silk robe that brushed his thighs. 

“Finally run out of words?” Geralt asked with quiet humor; it was his familiar jab, like Jaskier’s incessant need to bait him about the white honey. Usually he asked the question when Jaskier was breathlessly fucked out.

Jaskier kissed Geralt’s shoulder in reply. He turned around and Jaskier swayed, moving like he did when he wanted Geralt to dance with him, albeit in a slower, more fatigue-ridden way. His fingers skimmed along the scars on Geralt’s chest that he’d once sung about, and all those he hadn’t. 

Jaskier’s smile was small—the kind of smile he wore when he was focused and thoughtful—and his brow furrowed, softening the mirth in his eyes. He cupped Geralt’s face and gently kissed him on the chin and the corner of his mouth.

“To think that after all this time, I could still want you like this. Have you like this,” Jaskier said, letting go of Geralt’s face to sweep his hands across his shoulders and back with the reverence he had for the simple, intimate touches. “I could grow to be a thousand years and never tire of this.” 

Jaskier leaned forward and kissed Geralt’s chest. His lips were dry and his beard tickled the divots of scar tissue where he whispered, “All the Spheres spin with envy that I have learned the shape, the taste of this love.”

Geralt exhaled slowly, his mind staggering from the words.

Jaskier was still fully clothed in the rumpled nightshirt and silk robe, wearing those mismatching socks, but he was naked in the poetry of his words, wearing nothing but his years. Geralt’s heart fucking wrenched.

“You can write that one down for me later,” Jaskier said, and that damnably coy smile lit him from the inside.  read more: stories we tell, memories we share, and the words we hold dear, aka the scribe fic, aka the one where geralt strips naked and transcribes jaskier's poetry for him. they're also very old, it's a happily ever after.

[dapandapod]

Why he stays

Helloooooo there my dears! We are back on posting duty, this one dug up from 2022 something in a livewrite far, far away (the star wars brainrot in this one is STRONG). It's just one of those nice nights when you need to cozy up to someone, you know? So I'm living shamelessly through them. Please enjoy <3 On Ao3 here

Jaskier never thought he would leave the city. He loves the rhythm of it, the millions of beating hearts that make the backdrop of his life.

But then he met Eskel. He didn’t mean to stay, he really didn’t. After that one small gig at the local pub, and Eskel offered him a place to stay for the night, he just couldn’t … make himself leave.

So he didn’t.

He replaced the traffic with the rustling leaves in the wind. The cars and cabs with a tractor that only ever starts when Lambert touches it. Newspapers blowing across busy streets with hay escaping the wheelbarrow.

Jaskier never thought he would leave the city, but he has never been more at peace.

Eskel is out on the farm, gods knows there is a lot to do in the mornings. But he never asks Jaskier to help. Always, he does his daily do’s, making room for Jaskier among them.

Like right now, when Jaskier is dosing on the bed in a patch of sun, smug and content as a cat. The tea Jaskier made himself stands forgotten on the nightstand, the book he had been reading rests on the bed next to him.

The door to the little house rattles, and Eskel comes back inside. Jaskier can see him through the door, how he kicks off his boots and how he looks when he spots Jaskier on the bed.

Jaskier stretches, his tank top riding up and exposing skin to the patch of sun. But it can’t compare, not one bit, to how it warms him when Eskel smiles at him.

“Hello,” He says, turning to see Eskel better. The blankets shift around him as he does, and he enjoys the way Eskel’s eyes dips to his hips.

“Hi,” Eskel says, leaning against the doorframe. “Going to stay there all day?”

“Only for a bit. It is very nice in the sun.” Jaskier says, shifting again to lay on his back so he can get the sun on him better. Cats have great ideas sometimes. People should get better at listening to them.

“Fine,” Eskel says, standing up and crossing the floor.

“Fine?” Jaskier looks up at him, and gets an eyeful of Eskel’s strong stomach as he pulls off his flannel, his somehow always white T-shirt riding up in the proves.

“Fine. I have no idea how you keep tricking me into doing this,” Eskel says, throwing the shirt on the floor. Next thing he knows, the mattress dips and he tips towards Eskel when he sits down.

“I didn’t do anything!” Jaskier laughs, mock offended at Eskel’s tone.

Then he is being moved, gently shoved sideways so that they both can fit in that patch of sunlight. Eskel lies down next to him, their shoulders pressed together, his hands resting over his stomach.

“You know exactly what you did,” Eskel mutters accusingly, but he smiles and closes his eyes with a content sigh.

“I’m doing nothing,” Jaskier says, smiling too and snuggling closer, pressing against his side so that he too can rest his hand on Eskel’s stomach.

“Exactly.”

Jaskier chuckles and then there are lips pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“You missed,” Jaskier teases, tilting his head up so that Eskel can correct his mistake and kiss his lips instead.

“Terrible,” Eskel agrees, and does just that. A gentle peck of lips, and Jaskier feels like he is flying.

Yes, this is exactly why Jaskier stays.

His every day is filled with moody goats and neighbors, the oddest assortment of teas he has ever seen.

He still doesn’t properly find his way to town without help, despite Eskel insisting it is just down the road, literally down the road, there is no way to miss it, but Jaskier somehow still manages.

The calm chaos of the farm, of broken fences and wild roosters that suddenly decided they live in the barn.

All of this, all of it, is what makes up his new life, the new backdrop, the beating hearts that make the rhythm to which he paces his life.

And strongest of them all is Eskel’s, beating beneath his palm, where he lets it rest on Eskel’s chest.

This. This is why he stays.

[kaori04]

I still can't believe Jaskier self-sabotaged his chance with a literal prince.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 22

Geralt rides into a town only to see a small family fumbling around in the street in a panic. Apparently they're a family business of fishermen who are worried that something much bigger than a fish has swam into a trap of theirs. Geralt gets a promise of money for getting rid of it and goes off to kill whatever water monster it is. But he gets to where they describe the beast and he finds... A mermaid? It's trapped and tied around in a net, facing away from Geralt, and clearly in pain, though he doesn't know why, yet. The webbed ear of the mer flicks and it turns to face him, hissing. Geralt holds his hands out in a placating gesture and sloowly walks closer, only for the mer to slam the full weight of it's tail into Geralt's legs and sweep him off his feet. Gods damn it. It can never be easy. Geralt draws his sword, and begins cutting the trap off the mer, even as it hisses, flails, and tries it's absolute damnedest to claw his face off. He ends up straddling it like it's a fucking gator, and when he frees it of it's restraints, it's only then that he can finally make out the giant wound on the mer's side. Too big and nasty a wound to just release it into the water. Oh great. It's gonna LOVE this. But it's not like he has to DO anything about it. He's a cold, emotionless witcher. He doesn't care of the mer lives or dies. If the wound is infected or kills the mer, he couldn't give less of a damn. So Geralt is currently walking up to his room at the inn, with a very angry hissing mer thrown over his shoulder, clawing the shit out of his armor. When he asks for the bath to be filled, blessedly nobody asks any further questions. The mer stops struggling as soon as it's in the bath, but it sure is still hissing at him. Geralt puts his sword away and takes off his armor and the hissing lessens. Now it's just whenever he gets too close. Big problem. He needs to get close in order to patch up it's wounds. The mer has the biggest, brightest, inhumanly blue eyes, with slitted pupils. It has sharp teeth, and twinkling iridescent blue scales dusting across the edge of it's face and it's cheeks. It stops hissing at him to listen to the bard perform downstairs. It stops attacking him, even as he pokes and prods at their wound. This is great! Except for when the bard stops and the mermaid goes back to thrashing and screaming- So Geralt is forced to hum songs under his breath to calm it. It's pupils expand and it stares at him in awe, with a slightly parted mouth. Geralt's just happy it stopped flopping around like a- w- Well... Like a fish. He fixes it all up, and shares his food, and softly hums to it the whole night, before it curls up a bit more and starts nodding off. He stops humming and steps to the inn's bed, only to be surprised when hearing a voice behind him murmur "Thank you." Oh shit-

[cerulean-renegade]

The song that Jaskier sings to Ciri in Ep 4 might be from the "A Little Sacrifice" short story (or at least a reference to it) :')

[roughentumble]

jaskier isnt sidelined because he sucks at everything he's sidelined because the netflix writing staff dont know how to balance the fact that he sucks at everything with the fact that he is still loved and valued outside of material gains

[gigi-does-art]

The Buttercup and the Lark