#imortal jaskier

[geekwarriorgoddess]

Looking for a witcher fic!

From what I can remember:

Jaskier is in oxenfurt and finds an ancient elf (?) piece of music and gets hyperfixated on it. He finally figures it out, and then preforms it. This performance takes so long, and goes down in history. Later, jaskier has to fake his death because he's living for a long time, and he comes back to the city and pretends to be his own son. I don't really remember the rest of the plot, but I know Vesmir remembers the performance and I think recognizes jaskier.

Another fic I'm sort of looking for:

Similar vibes of jaskier living a long time, but in this one he can sing/write himself out of memories and create a new identity. He's about to do that after the mountain but Yennifer catches him.

[dumbbuttass]

I think it would be funny if all they did was give Jaskier facial hair and everyone acts like that's what makes him old.

Literally only give him a beard, change nothing else.

[ashley-j-green]

This is 100% what the SPN and The Witcher crossover fic UPON THE GOLDEN SAND I BUILT MY HOME OF DREAMS presents!! Guys go check it out. A looooooooot of wife!Jaskier and mama!Jaskier awwwww

immortal!jaskier and geralt, like, 800 years in the future, and geralt’s taken a break from monster hunting to, idk, work construction or something(variety is the spice of life, after all, and all these humans are always talking about living a Normal Life, and even when THEY were mortal, they never did that, so they are solidly Giving It A Try. monsters strictly on the backburner, only on weekends and only if they’re so nearby its getting to be a hassle) and like, geralt. never ever fucking says a word to any of his coworkers, he just shows up and is very incredibly burly and lifts a whole shit ton and is, like, very capable and totally silent, BUT theres just a whole bunch of workplace gossip about him because everybody’s seen him without his work gloves on at one time or another, so they all know he wears a ring, and every once in a while he’ll take a personal call, and he always speaks so quietly that no one can figure out what he’s saying BUT he DOES actually smile, so theyre like “ok thats his wife on the phone. hes married and thats his wife he’s talking to” and finally one dude works up the courage and is like “ok, geralt, who we only know is named geralt because thats what our boss told us your name is. i am having a BBQ this weekend you should BRING YOUR WIFE” and the entire time hes entirely stoic and then he finally just goes “………wife.” in a total deadpan and the dude goes “YEAH we know you got one!!! dont be shy. seen the ring n’ all. bring her around!!!!” even tho he is SWEATING BULLETS under geralt’s stare. and eventually geralt just goes “hmm.” and nods and the dude’s like HAHA OK I GUESS I WILL??? SEE YOU THERE. AT MY HOUSE. ALRIGHT

anyway cut to the bbq and everyone’s waiting to find out who geralt’s wife is, only for him to present to them jaskier, loud man with a lute(everyone’s immediately like Lute??? Not Guitar…. Lute??????) on his back and absolute bastard energy, who unavoidably definitely calls geralt “dear” like, all the time, and also has eyes that seem just a bit Too Knowing in certain lights, and makes one too many “it’s been like 500 years since i last did [xyz]” type jokes that are always met with a withering stare from geralt, and also they both have fucking weird accents that no one can place, and geralt definitely says something weirdly suspect about going hunting recently(because neither of them care enough to explain, like, their life story, but they also dont care enough to hide it, so they just say whatever) and when they leave the party everyones like “so those two are definitely cryptids”

[mysoulspiralbound]

so, hear me out, (or i guess don't i can't stop you) minor god! jaskier. god of dandelions, buttercups, and songs about monsters.

Part One: God of Buttercups

Often he is simply refered to as child of the golden flowers because his mother is the goddess of flowers. When he's born, she passes on the domain of buttercups to him. It's his most used title and his oldest domain. He grows like a buttercup should. Pretty, soft, delicate and with a heart of gold, yet deadly, wild, and stubborn. Jaskier, he's called, named for the flowers that are his.

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Part Two: God of Songs of Monsters

He gains his second domain the same way he's lived the rest of his life. With charm and a little too much daring. Music, Jaskier decided, was the mortals' greatest achievement. He loved it to the very core of his existence. He needed it to be a part of the core of his existence. And so he visits the god of music himself and begs for a part of his domain. He'd come looking for whatever sliver of song he could hope to call his own and left with far more than he bargained for. Most genres were spoken for long ago, and some simply remained undistributed because the god of music himself had chosen to keep them. But Jaskier's request had surprised him. It was not what the old god had expected, when the child of flowers asked him for a song of his own. It was an odd request, for sure, for the flower godling had asked for songs of monsters. Not of heroes, no those ballads were long taken, and they seldom spoke the truth. Not, at least, without buried ugliness. But a godling willing to take up a musical mantle, to take it seriously, had charmed him. He allowed Jaskier to take the songs of monsters and spread their honesty. Beautiful, deadly, poisonous. Yes it seemed odd at first to mix flowers and monsters, but he could see it now. It fit.

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Part Three: God of Dandelions

Jaskier acquired his last domain at the age of 18 years. Gods, of course, slowed in aging the longer they were around, but 18 marked him no longer a child. It was a coming of age for him, and he celebrated happily, with buttercups in his hair and songs on his lips. His mother knows she cannot keep him from the world for much longer. Her son was always going to have to travel the world someday, he was old enough now, and she knew he would leave soon. And so the goddess of flowers offers Jaskier a boon. 'The buttercups had served you well', she muses, 'but it is time for you to choose your own flower. A gift for you, my most precious flower.' Jaskier should think about this carefully, should pick something with power. Perhaps something poisonous again, or maybe something healing. Something that the mortals' worship will grant him power for controlling. But Jaskier has never been interested in power, not really. So he doesn't think about it, he simply asks for the flower he knows is supposed to be his. Dandelion is it's name. Fierce and stubborn, so often a weed. But Jaskier knows the mortals make wishes on it, tossing them to the wind like little prayers to no one. He knows it makes a soft sweet tea, he knows that little flower was practically grown to be his.

[inexplicifics]

14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

With Geralt and maybe imortal(/creature?)!Jaskier?

Jaskier has never seen Geralt this drunk. Whatever the fuck Lambert laced the White Gull with, it’s terrifyingly potent. Eskel is already asleep, slumped over the table; Lambert is singing an incredibly bawdy song, off-key and much too loud; but Geralt is staring at Jaskier with tears streaming down his face, and it’s very worrisome.

“Geralt, what’s the matter?” Jaskier asks desperately, cupping his witcher’s face in his hands. “It’s alright, everything is alright. I’m with you, always.”

“It isn’t,” Geralt sobs, and grabs Jaskier in an incredibly tight hug, burying his face against Jaskier’s shoulder. “You’re going to leave me.”

Jaskier wraps his arms around Geralt and rubs his back gently. “Never, dear heart. Not for a mountain of gold and the promise of the world’s acclaim.”

“You will,” Geralt whispers, almost too quietly for Jaskier to hear. “You’ll get old and die and I’ll lose you.”

“Ah,” Jaskier says, blinking at the far wall for a moment in bafflement. He’d thought Geralt knew. The man’s a monster hunter for gods’ sake. “I won’t,” he says quietly, wondering if Geralt’s even going to remember this in the morning. “Geralt, I won’t grow old and die on you.” He nudges Geralt’s head up so he can meet those lovely golden eyes. “You’re my treasure,” he says, willing Geralt to understand. “I will never leave you.”

[pri-sm]

Don't hurt me more

pie with sad filling

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by skyhealer

"How did you and Geralt meet?" Ciri asks one night on the road.

Jaskier never has been able to resist telling a story.. Especially one with a happy ending.

Words: 1533, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Storytelling, blink and you miss it imortal jaskier, Post-Episode: S01E06 Rare Species, Post-Canon

[nasturtiumorange]

The Witcher is... not something I’d usually watch. In fact, I’ve been mostly listening, peeking up at the screen once in a while to watch the bits without monsters and gratuitous nudity.

But Jaskier? I am hooked on Jaskier. Someone please grant that bard imortality so he can follow around his magical friends for ever and ever and ever...

[hcbraziliansfans]

A poesia é eterna e imortal; ela não tem princípio nem fim... - Jaskier. ... Livro 3 - O Sangue dos Elfos, Andrzej Sapkowski. Editora Martins Fontes. #thewicher #henrycavill #lendothewitcher https://www.instagram.com/p/B3h5JI6hsjS/?igshid=1rb8ia3fnuj8u

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

BABE OW

How about Geralt saving Jaskier from a vampire who has been feeding off of him.

Alright. Okay. I can do a little angst today. That’s definitely possible.

tw: blood mention, mild peril, angst w/an ambiguous ending (probably happy tho knowing them)

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Geralt is two seconds away from releasing the most feral, angry scream he’s ever conjured up before in his life. The silver sword is held in his hands with a white-knuckled grip and his eyes are glimmering with terrible rage.

The vampires are dead before they can make a move.

And Jaskier is...

Jaskier is laid out on the floor of the cave, pale and unmoving, blood staining the front of his light blue chemise and the corner of his mouth. Geralt falls to his knees and gathers the bard into his arms, pressing his ear against he man’s barely-clothed chest. It’s slow and sluggish, but Jaskier’s heart still beats.

Thank the gods.

Geralt allows himself a moment of peace. A moment to bury his nose in the bard’s soft brown hair, breathing in his chamomile-honey scent. “Stop following me into the woods, my love,” the Witcher murmurs into his temple. “Please. I need you to live. I need you to carry on for me, bard.”

Jaskier shifts in his arms and his eyes blink slowly open. Their gazes meet and Geralt nearly drops his fragile body to the floor.

The bard’s irises are no longer their usual soft, cornflower blue. No. Now, staring back up at him in a mixture of awe and adoration, are two ruby-red eyes. Vampire’s eyes.

Jaskier’s eyes.

[witcherfic]

skyhealer May 12, 2020 at 04:45PM

by skyhealer

"How did you and Geralt meet?" Ciri asks one night on the road.

Jaskier never has been able to resist telling a story.. Especially one with a happy ending.

Words: 1533, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Storytelling, blink and you miss it imortal jaskier, Post-Episode: S01E06 Rare Species, Post-Canon