#jaskier

[underpreparedbard]

They’re officially married you can’t tell me otherwise

the "unlike that raven-haired sunken-eyed serpent-tounged she-demon" to "this is my wife she has nothing to do with this" pipeline will be studied for generations to come I fear

[thedemonofcat]

People keep asking Geralt if they can marry Jaskier.

First of all, why the fuck?!?

It’s also not his fucking choice. Jaskier is his own person and can definitely make his own decisions regarding who he spends his life with.

But, since they asked, no. They can’t.

It was the fifth time that day someone had asked Geralt if they could marry Jaskier.

“Why do they keep asking that?” Geralt muttered, clearly irritated. Don’t they know Jaskier’s already taken?

“They probably just want the gift,” Jaskier replied nonchalantly.

“The gift?” Geralt raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Jaskier’s peculiar remark.

“Oh, yes. There’s an old legend that the Pankratz family—my family—holds the secret to the fountain of youth,” Jaskier explained. “It’s just a fun story, but some people still believe it’s true. That’s why they keep proposing—they think marrying a Pankratz will grant them the secret.”

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

Jaskier taking the bread - work on light - pencils

It was in color but it didn't go completely as expected so I turned it black and white.

[0dde11eth]

Jaskier: people who sleep hugging a pillow are the most touch starved people ever

Geralt:...

Geralt: why don't you mind your fucking business

[fangirlsfavoritebardboy]

Jaskier and Geralt were taking a bath in their room at a local inn after a big monster hunt that left both of them covered in blood and general monster filth.

Now, Geralt had never been too concerned about his body in front of Jaskier. The bard had bathed him before, after all. Perhaps, it was the proximity that they were at, or the fact that instead of the bathwater shielding him from the bard, they were sharing it like a blanket, but he had never felt so exposed.

Geralt became overly aware of his scars from battles new and old. They were the signs of a warrior, and yet, they made him scarier and rougher. They were something his bedmates seemed far too interested in like he belonged on display in a freak show. They were so close that Geralt was sure Jaskier had already studied them, memorized them, stared at him like the freak he was.

Geralt snapped out of his spiral when the bard's arm splashed the water. He had a rag in hand and was scrubbing his skin. As he cleaned himself, Geralt saw things he had never really noticed before.

Jaskier had his own scars. He had cuts and nicks from snapping instrument strings on this forearms and fingers. He had small cuts on his shoulders from running into bushes and thorny vines. He shifted his leg, and Geralt noticed the scarred-over scabs on his knees that he sustained from falling, though if they were from adulthood or childhood, Geralt wasn't sure.

The bard finished his bathing and tossed the rag into a bucket of soapy water. He turned around and stood up to leave.

It was then that Geralt realized he had never seen Jaskier without a shirt. He had seen him with unbuttoned ones, sure, but never fully off. Jaskier was usually picky about his privacy.

But as the bard left the tub and grabbed a towel to dry off, Geralt couldn't help but stare at his back. Along Jaskier's shoulder blades were two long, faded scars. They were straight and with precision like they were from a doctor or surgeon.

They were on the same places Geralt knew vila and fairies kept their wings.

"What happened to your back?" Geralt found himself asking without thinking.

Jaskier paused, already dry and pulling on his pants. After a beat, he resumed as normal and said nonchalantly, "I was deformed when I was born. My parents had a surgeon fix it."

The bard slipped on a sleep shirt. He descended into bed and kept his back to the witcher.

It was a simple reply, but Geralt was left speechless.

[endiness]

ignoring the homophobia of it all which is obviously the biggest issue, i think a big reason why people hate that jaskier isn't straight on the show is actually that they're just mad he isn't sexist tbh. (which is ~funny because joey's said from day one that wasn't going to happen anyway.)

[xredmenace]

wip

[annmarcus63]

“If life could give me a blessing, it’d be to take you off my hands”

The wind whips around them and Jaskier fears it will be strong enough to carry away the pieces of his broken heart. But instead of succumbing to shock and sadness, fury and indignation helps him to finally confront the witcher. 

"Oh, no, witcher, you're not doing this." the bard stomps all the way down to meet the other's tense back. "What, since you can't keep the witch, now you don't want me either? Well, guess what, witcher, I'm not a dog you can kick whenever you feel like it.” He shouts at him and in the last sentence, with both hands, he pushes Geralt's shoulders, who, of course, does not move an inch.

"Go away, bard." Jaskier is laughing his head off, he thinks he looks crazy, but couldn't care less. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, no, not this again. Do you really think you can erase all our history by giving me an impersonal title" What bothers him most is Geralt's passive face, when seconds ago it was full of what Jaskier might call hatred.

"Go away, Jaskier."

"No," he replies, closing the gap between them, another step back and they would both fall over the edge. Finally the mask of calm falls from the witcher's face, Geralt grunts visibly annoyed and walks past Jaskier, up the hill. 

“Why can't you ever do what you are told?!” he says as he turns to look at him. Jaskier stops in his tracks. True, he rarely does what he's told to do knowing that there are always better options. Like when Geralt was trying to chase him away in the early years. Jaskier did the right thing, he decided to stay. 

"I am not a child, Geralt. I know exactly what's good for me, and that's not it.”

"Then you're an idiot. What's in my best interest is to get as far away from you as possible." Jaskier whimpers reluctantly, he might as well have run him through with his sword and thrown his body off the cliff. He can't help but feel like something insignificant, not worth holding on to even in hard times.

Geralt is on his way up again when Jaskier calls out to him. 

“Then, I gather it was in your best interest to let me kiss you, right, Geralt?” It's rare to take the witcher by surprise, much more so when it's Jaskier, but this time Geralt had to pause to take a breath and process the words, just as he would before confronting a monster "All those kisses I gave you at night, or holding hands for even a few minutes, were in your best interest, I suppose.” Jaskier adjusts his hair, not caring that the wind would ruffle it in a matter of seconds. The sun slowly dips below the mountains on the horizon, inking the sky a deep purple color that unfortunately reminds him of the witch who started this. Confident and resolute, he climbs up to face Geralt with the courage of a stupid rabbit in front of a wolf's mouth. "It's funny because I thought, silly old me, that they were about more than convenience, I even thought you enjoyed them." Geralt's lip lifts in an attempted snarl, and the truth was that all of Jaskier's instincts were telling him that he should flee, not because he was afraid of the witcher, but because it is the cunning thing to do.

"You thought wrong." 

“Oh? Did I?” The bard mockingly interpellates him. Suddenly Geralt sprints to get away from him, it would be funny except that the bard's blood is boiling with anger and adrenaline, which prompts him to do something idiotic. In a flurry of limbs, Jaskier throws himself at the witcher, wrapping his arms around him to hold him in place, Geralt doesn't fight it because he knows he could hurt him. Jaskier seizes the moment to take his face in his hands and bring him close, their noses meeting with a certain rudeness. "You were mine. For fleeting moments, you were. But I am yours, my dear, don't you see?" Jaskier does what he thinks is necessary, kisses him on the corner of his mouth, but Geralt turns to meet his lips.

Fic here

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

love how after literally being tortured for hours by rience and having his fucking fingers burned and his livelihood and ability to play the lute (which is everything to him) threatened jaskier still immediately knows to go with yennefer's Bit of her being his drunken wife. if there's one thing this fucking bard will know how to do. it is "yes and"

[goat-fanatic]

is the witcher fandom even on here? or existing beyond polish dads? idk but worth a try

[thedemonofcat]

The day began like any other for Jaskier. He was still sulking over Geralt abandoning him on that mountain, but by now, even that had settled into a kind of routine.

Then, out of nowhere, a dragon-like creature swooped down, snatched him up, and whisked him away to a secluded tower, where he now found himself trapped.

The creature barely spoke, only muttering that Jaskier was a "treasure" who needed guarding. But something about the dragon’s voice nagged at Jaskier, a familiarity that seemed absurd.

And yet, he couldn’t shake the wild thought: could this dragon actually be Geralt?

[tielmamon]

hand slipped

[spielzeugkaiser]

[MASTERPOST] - witcher!Jaskier is back!! I can't believe I finally did it, yesss, I finally drew something for those two again 😭

Also: Jaskier is 5 seconds away from being thrown at the next drowner.

[donniesdorm]

it is finally finished and I can rest! WLW version coming soon!

[0dde11eth]

Jaskier: the cashier today was being such a bitch!

Geralt: oh did you use the self checkout?

Jaskier: >:O