#oblivious jaskier

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 106

Geralt has a hobby he only allows himself to partake in during the winter, alone in his room. Everyone knows Geralt sketches and scribbles monsters, beasts, and relics alike in his journal, but his secret is he also sketches down Jaskier. Jaskier's best poses, and outfits, and the best scenery he stood in front of. When winter comes, Geralt goes through and picks the very best one to turn into a full-fledged painting, of which he'll hang in his room with the others from all the years before. When he's lonely and sad, he simply turns to the evidence that the world is worth it all. Happy, sunny, sweet Jaskier. Stupid, reckless, loud, noisy, annoying, slutty Jaskier. He wouldn't have him any other way. He always paints him smiling, surrounded by flowers and lush foliage. Scenic views and beautiful lighting, all the better to compliment the bard's beauties. All is well until Lambert comes in one day and laughs. "Whoa. When you said you doodled, I didn't know it was to make a shrine for your bard!" "Lambert, he's not my bard." "You have like a dozen paintings of him smiling at you with half-lidded eyes! Is this how you get off at night?" "LAMBERT" "Sorry, you're right, don't tell me, I don't wanna know. Even though I can guess pretty easily-" "Just fuck off!" "Fine! Jeez.. So twitchy." This small event means nothing to Geralt. It's meaningless. Or at least it was. Until he and Jaskier bump into Lambert in the summer, and Lambert playfully elbows Jaskier in the side, and says to "Ask loverboy about his art collection!" Jaskier cocks an eyebrow and turns to Geralt with confusion, and if Geralt wasn't currently thinking about how to put his brother's head on a pike, he might've been tempted to draw the bard's lovely expression.

[feral-harpy]

I really want more fanfics of Jaskier saving geralt from some Bandits / Nobleman / other by lying that he is his witcher and wouldn't hurt anyone without his permission. And then he would have to prove it.

The whole time Geralt is planing how they could get out of this situation until he hears Jaskier calling him his and everything freezes while he feels his heart hammering in his chest. And in his mind he is like Fuck. He definetly felt something when Jaskier said that.

[threefandomsinatrenchcoat]

Geralt hasn't stuck around a human for this long before, so at first he thinks nothing of it when Jaskier comes back to him year after year, looking just the same. And when he doesn't die even after he must've passed sixty in age, Geralt chalks it up to the fact that any human would live past the expected when protected by a Witcher. He does get a little suspicious when Jaskier still looks the same after a century on the path together.

[tack-the-pretty-boy]

it would be funny if Geralt didn't know that Ciri is his child surprise, because Ciri refuses to let her roots show and is meticulous (Jaskier is the one who was meticulous but she loves her dad and she is going to make him proud) about it. Everyday she paints her eyelashes with a medieval version of mascara, her eyebrows are flawlessly without a hint of white (and she makes sure to remove any stray hair that grows), she paints her own arm hair and covers her legs constantly.

Geralt does not question what she puts on her eyelashes, eyebrows and arms. The girl has a skincare routine and is Jaskier's daughter, of course she takes care of her appearance.

(Ciri hides the fact she paints her own hair by using a bonnet to sleep)

After the fall of Cintra, it is Jaskier who finds Ciri. For a time, they live peacefully together in a small cottage by the shore, a home owned by Jaskier’s family in Lettenhove. To help her blend in, he dyes Ciri’s hair brown, passing her off as his daughter.

But their peace is short-lived. When Nilfgaard invades Lettenhove, Jaskier sacrifices himself to ensure Ciri’s escape, allowing himself to be captured.

Not long after, Ciri and Geralt finally cross paths. Determined to rescue Jaskier, they set out together—but their journey is anything but smooth.

Ciri resents Geralt.

Jaskier rarely spoke of the witcher, and when he did, it was always with a hint of sadness. He had mentioned destiny, but never with joy. Now, as far as Ciri is concerned, Geralt is the reason Jaskier was unhappy. And she wants nothing to do with him.

[jaskier-cult]

What if Geralt is very well aware of how fast humans should be aging. What if it’s Jaskier who has no concept of time or aging, and he’s just like, “What do you mean I haven’t been aging? I’m not a child anymore!”

And basically Jaskier is just a really oblivious immortal.

[hannibard]

Say what you will about the witcher season 2 but all the "Yennefer took Jaskier in the divorce", "Geralt and Yennefer are a divorced couple rasing a kid and dating the same man", "geraskefer love triangle with an oblivious Jaskier in the middle" memes and fics were top tier

[artistsfuneral]

Witcher a/b/o ramblings~~~

Geralt keeping the secret that he is an omega and not knowing that Jaskier is an alpha. Even though Geralt is using suppressants, he can still feel something very lightly bubbling away like he's near his heat and it's making him a bit clumsy. This in turn is making Jaskier feel super protective and he's absolutely oblivious about it until Jaskier accidentally uses alpha voice when they are traveling one day, trying to save Geralt from tripping over a large rock 🤭 Geralt's knees buckle and he maybe whines a little because sure why not, let the man whine, he's an angel hahah 😂 and they both pretend they didn't just experience that together - but how long can they keep that up....

I like to think of Jaskier slowly peppering in little dominant alpha protective things for weeeeeekkkksssss testing the waters and Geralt nervously leaning into it, wanting to be looked after but terrified that he's not allowed to indulge because witchers shouldn't need looking after, they're meant to be the protectors ...

👀🤭

Oh yessss pls!

alpha voice is such a good concept if you do it right and I can totally see the two of them slowly getting into it like-

Jaskier giving Geralt his half-eaten dinner because he's full and he knows witchers have such a high metabolism, Geralt wants to refuse because he doesn't need babying, he can make his own damn decisions and- "Eat." oh. oh okay, maybe just a bit? 🙁 if Jaskier thinks it's important enough to use his voice then maybe he should eat?

one day Geralt gets incredibly overwhelmed (sensory overload or maybe task overload) and Jaskier wants nothing more than to soothe his poor hurting omega but he's so stubborn! so after hours and hours of Geralt not getting better because he doesn't want to accept the fact that he's not doing great, Jaskier finally snaps "For fucks sake. Listen to me!" and Geralt's head snaps around and he's staring at Jaskier wide eyed and confused and he whines because he has no idea what to do and so Jaskier gentles him out of his panic with so many soft words

and maybe someone is talking shit about Jaskier and Geralt starts growling, ready to punch that damned motherfucker who dared to- "Geralt, stop." and he freezes, looks at Jaskier wide eyed because what does he mean? isn't he allowed to fend for his alpha's honor? doesn't Jaskier want Geralt to protect him anymore? 🥺

but it turns our that "No, sweet thing, I just don't want you to hurt yourself on my account. You're so precious to me."

and Jaskier tries to talk about it with Geralt but Geralt is absolutely not up for that! (feelings? no, never heard of them) until one day, he hisses at Jaskier, that he doesn't need to talk about this because he trusts Jaskier. trusts him to never use his voice against Geralt like others might and Jaskier has his oh. oh. moment.

and then one day, Jaskier asks Geralt to kneel. And oh he kneels so prettily. and it's like something between them just clicks into place

[nightshadeadfornow]

Since we've already have a canonical confirmed bi Jaskier ...

...and that JASK nickname thrown in the pot

I petition for a canonical, obliviously in love, geraskier moment. Like actual scenes, not fanon presumed cuz of Joey's great onscreen chemistry with all his costar types. I mean, jaskier radovid is fire, but og geraskier fan for life?

[lucigoo]

Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Because the world is loud and accomodations are expensive)

#297 - Like a weed @flashfictionfridayofficial Pairing - Geralt/Jaskier Warnings - n/a Words - 966 Summary - Geralt is suffering from overstimulation due to his potions. Jaskier is not helping, until he does with accomodations Geralt would never have know about, let alone used.

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Geralt quite liked the bard who had decided to tag along with him for the last 6 years or so. Not enough to admit it to said bard; he didn’t need a larger ego after all, but enough that he didn’t just fuck off and leave him trialling behind. Though he had tried a few times in the first few weeks, the bard somehow managed to always find him again. Something Geralt was glad of usually.

Geralt shook his head to get his thoughts back on track. The bard was nothing but a distraction, a pretty distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. 

His name was apt, too. Buttercup: a pretty weed.

And like a pretty weed, Jaskier grew on you. He just crept up where he wasn’t wanted and stayed there until someone finally plucked him. 

Geralt hoped that no one would take Jaskier’s fancy enough to pluck him for good and cause him to stop wanting to travel with himself. 

If forced at sword point, Geralt would even, begrudgingly, admit that he liked the bard’s singing, though not this evening. 

His last hunt had been a hard one, and he was close to toxicity from his potions. His eyes were still black hours later, and his head was pounding, and Jaskier, like the weed he was, was right where he wasn’t wanted. This time that was close enough for Geralt to hear every heartbeat like it was pounding in his own chest, every breath as though it was stuck in his head and if Jaskier didn’t stop playing that bloody lute, Geralt was going to bash it against a fucking tree. 

Instead of speaking or asking Jaksier to stop, Geralt grabbed the nearest thing, a large stone, and gently threw it at the bard, hitting him in the leg. 

“Oy, what was that for?” Jaksier screeched as he jumped up and glared at Geralt. 

Geralt groaned in pain at Jaksier’s loud voice. Why did he always have to be so loud?

It took a moment for Jaskier to calm down enough to realise that Geralt hadn’t spoken since Jaksier had asked him about his injuries. He had been silent since then, and Jaskier could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. He also noted the way his fingers curled and uncurled. 

“Are you in pain?” Jaskier demanded. “You said you weren’t injured. 

Geralt opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realised he had closed until he glared at Jaksier as he slowly shook his head no. 

“You look like you’re in pain?” Jaksier tried again. 

Geralt let out an unhappy humph and ignored Jaskier.

Jaskier may have been a bit oblivious about certain things, but he was far from stupid, and he realised what the problem was immediately. 

“Geralt, is the world a little too loud at the moment?” he asked, lowering his voice to almost a whisper, knowing the witcher would hear him regardless. 

Geralt looked at Jaskier suspiciously. He hadn’t said anything, and there was no way the bard could know. 

Except Jaskier came over to Geralt after rummaging in his bag and sat before him on the ground. “Geralt, I picked these up last time we were in Oxenfurt. I haven’t found an opportunity to give you them, but now …” Jaksier trailed off as he opened his hand, and there was a little case in it.

“What is it?” Geralt asked the bard suspiciously. 

“Don’t look at me like that! Here,” Jaksier said as he opened the case. 

Inside were two small buds. Geralt sniffed and looked at Jaskier, confused. “These are made of beeswax and cotton?” 

“They are indeed. They are called earplugs. You can still hear through them, especially with your hearing. But they … dull the sounds ... for lack of a better way to describe them.

“Dull?” Geralt asked, intrigued now but still hesitant. Jaksier wasn't sure if he was hesitant to admit he needed accommodations when his mutations proved him different or if he was just weary. Either way, the thought of him being in pain hurt Jaksier’s very soul. 

“Yes, DearHeart,” Jaskier said as he rose and handed Geralt the earplugs. “You just put them in, and the world becomes more comfortable. I have used them myself. Not these ones. These are new and bought for you and only you,” Jaksier was quick to add with a soft laugh as he saw a look of distaste cross Geralt’s face. 

Geralt searched Jaskier’s face but saw nor smelt no lie and so he tried them.

Instantly the world had a sort of muffled quality to it. He could still hear Roach, could hear Jaksier now pottering around their camp, could even hear the animals in the wood, but the sharp edge of Jaksier’s voice was gone. The pain from the noise of the world around him that had been stabbing him right in the brain had finally disappeared. 

“Thank you,” Geralt mumbled as Jaksier came closer. 

“You’re very welcome, love,” Jaksier said as he walked past and kissed Geralt on the head as he did so. 

Geralt watched as Jaskier walked away, utterly unaware of how that new endearment, his clear care for Geralt, and how that one brief kiss had affected the witcher.

He watched Jaskier settle down for the night, feeling nothing but contentment fill him. As well as an emotion he couldn’t quite pin down, but one that filled his heart with hope for something he couldn’t articulate. He would figure it out tomorrow, he decided, after he meditated with the gift Jaskier had been holding onto for him, all to make his life easier. 

Geralt wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve Jaskier, but he hoped this feeling inside of himself never faded and that Jaksier stayed by his side for as long as he could. 

[ladyannemarie5]

Funny how Geralt always stayed on the sidelines with Jaskier's conquests for fear of a broken heart and yet he got a front row seat to watch the bard fall in love with the prince.

Geralt would cut the bard off when he started talking about the virtues of whatever man or woman he spent the night with, but he had no choice but to listen to Jaskier when he told him how the prince learned his song, because the poet appealed to their "best friends" bond.

Geralt smiled inwardly when the bard left his conquest for the night alone to go order him a bath and wash his hair with special soaps and oils after the hunts. And then the witcher had to witness Jaskier leaving him to go order Radovid a bath because "his long blond hair has never been anything less than perfect and cannot be left uncared for, Geralt." 

Geralt always distracted the bard with a story of past hauntings with terrifying creatures every time Jaskier began to compose a love song for his conquest, but nothing could distract the poet when he began to talk about how beautiful and bright Radovid's eyes were and how he wanted to find the perfect words to describe them. 

Geralt faked annoyance every time Jaskier asked to sleep next to him at night insinuating that he was too cold for a little bard. Geralt feigned relief when Jaskier told him that he would no longer bother him with that because he now slept with Radovid and his arms and fur blanket were more than warm. 

Geralt kept as much emotional distance as possible from the bard who approached him in a tavern in Posada so he wouldn't have to deal with a broken heart from falling in love with a human. 

But absolutely no distance in the world prepares him when that night while they were camping alone, Jaskier lying next to him and looking up at the stars, turns to him and says softly "I'm not in love with you anymore, Geralt. You don't have to act cautious around me anymore."

And Geralt can't say anything. Because he simply can't. He must have misheard, maybe the kikimore from earlier hit him too hard or something because there's no way, no world where Jaskier was in love with him. There's no way he would have wasted his chance. 

Jaskier, oblivious to the witcher's stupor, continues "I know I made you uncomfortable with my affections for you, I tried hard not to throw myself at you if I'm honest, but Radovid... I've fallen so much in love with Radovid that I'm ready to let you go. I'm sorry it took me so long to give you and Yenna peace."

Geralt looks up at the stars in silence, not believing what he just heard. Jaskier is about to turn away when Geralt takes his hand. He says nothing, just a simple squeeze. Jaskier breathes a sigh of relief, the witcher doesn't hate him for that, he doesn't ask him to leave as he had feared. Geralt is also relieved that he is no longer burdened with the bard's feelings. 

Geralt allows himself to hold his hand one last time. He allows himself a small luxury, so that he can silently mourn the loss of his bard and curse his own stupidity. Tomorrow he will watch as the bard is reunited with the prince, tomorrow he will watch with a broken heart as they embrace and the prince spins Jaskier in his arms, before kissing him and swearing eternal love. Tomorrow Geralt's heart breaks completely. 

But just for today, just for that night, he allows himself to take Jaskier's hand, draw him into his arms and breathe freely the scent of the man he has been in love with for over two decades. Just for that one night, Geralt allows himself to be happy.

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I really love to make me cry ^^

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 131

Jasker is a dragon, sure. But he prefers his human form. He prefers pretty clothing and lutes over his scales and wings. He hasn't a hoard yet. He thinks. He's never truly cared for gold, though he knows that not all dragons have hoards of gold. That's just the default. What if he did have a hoard, and it just wasn't some boring old gold pieces? At first he thought his hoard must be his many exuberant outfits, but when he got into a scuffle and one outfit was ruined, he was disappointed but that was it. There was no anguish, no mourning, no big depressive meltdown over it's destruction... So probably not a hoard. Just an interest. He then thought it must be his songs. But when he heard a bard in some town playing one of his songs, he didn't erupt into scales and roars. He didn't burn down a city. He didn't even rip out his hair or anything. He wasn't even mad. He thinks you'd be more possessive and jealous over a hoard. He was mostly proud. The bard said it was a song he didn't write, he said it was by Jaskier, and he sang it quite well. But even if he didn't do any of those things, Jaskier would be mad, sure, maybe even mad, but never MAD. He thought of lovers being his hoard, but the thought went away very quickly. None of his lovers stay, and though it stings sometimes, he thinks he'd be flinging himself off a cliff if a treasure of his hoard literally got up and walked away from him. And then one day he meets a Witcher. The witcher looks at him with these piercing golden eyes, and Jaskier feels an audible shift in his soul, his being. He found it. His treasure. Maybe witchers are his hoard, and Geralt is just his first one. Maybe his hoard is just friends he meets. He doesn't know, all he knows is that he can't stop himself from staring at the gold of Geralt's eyes. Perhaps Jaskier does care for gold.

[tielmamon]

Jaskier thinking he both fell first and fell harder for Geralt. Completely oblivious to the fact that Geralt is actually obsessed.

Local drunks going missing after spending an evening in a tavern a certain bard had stayed in. Flirty stable boys suddenly no where to be seen after handling a horse that was known to be traveling with a witcher and his bard. High position noblemen found dead in their bedchambers, seemingly of poison the morning after a grand ball. So grand infact that they had Jaskier the bard, the famous troubadour perform for them.

Coincidences? Geralt would grin and tell you they most definitely were, all while his hand lay firmly on the small of Jaskier's back.

[thedemonofcat]

Rumors have spread that Jaskier, the bard, has fallen for a Witcher. The gossip is all around, eventually making its way to Geralt. However, Geralt remains oblivious to the fact that Jaskier is in love with him.

As he ponders the situation, Geralt is left trying to figure out which of his brothers has captured Jaskier's heart.

[a-prompt-archive]

I still love that scene where Joey Batey sings "Burn Butcher Burn". the emotion in it is amazing! and it really gets me thinking...

How perfectly fitting is the phrase "Watch me burn all the memories of you" ?

(this shit got too long, click the "Keep reading" so this doesn't take up a big part of your dash )

During Rience's torture he starts singing the song. Rience doesn't stop him, smiling instead because for sure this is a sign that the bard is cracking! He nearly has him! But something starts to build. Some innate magic that Jaskier has (that he might or might not know about, writer's choice) uses the song as a spell or rather ritual and builds upon it, using Rience's fire magic to boost itself and turns that one phrase into a reality!

Firefucker notices the drain on his magic too late to do anything about it. He can just watch as Jaskier erases huge parts of his own memories to protect Geralt and the child surprise (he may or may not have met before, another writer's choice).

Rience curses and is about to kill the now useless bard when Yennefer arrives to save the day.

However the dialogue after the safe is such that Yen doesn't notice Jaskier had lost his memories of Geralt! After all, the maagic erased Geralt, but not anyone else. To protect his sanity, Jaskier's magic has constructed a sort of fake memories or blurriness so that he doesn't question how he could have met Yennefer, or who he could have written those songs.

Fast forward to Geralt finding Jaskier in prison.

Now this could go either of two ways.

First way: Geralt notices that Jaskier has no idea who he is, but he still has info about Yennefer, so he brings him along, (potentially slightly unwilling) in some sort of strange reversal of their beginning years. Attempting to spark the bard's memory along the way and hoping Vesemir has a solution.

Second way: Netflix-Geralt is rather oblivious and Jaskier is smart enough to notice that whoever this guy is, he's his ticket out of the jail. So he pretends to know this person and gets dragged into these situations he was not expecting at all. so it's only after the battle at the end of s2 where people notice that Jaskier has absolutely no fucking clue who Geralt is. With Geralt having written of any weird responses Jaskier might have given before then to the fact that he's still angry with him.

[geraskierficrecs]

The Rake and His Husband Update!

New chapter here!

Teaser:

“We knew one another as children,” Geralt attempts weakly.

“You didn’t even recognize me.”

“Let me prove it to you,” he says, masking some of the desperation threatening to overtake him.  “I’ll show you that I mean this.”

Jaskier stares at him for a long moment, oblivious to the nerves beginning to consume the duke.  Finally, he seems to fade back into the veils of high society politeness.  He turns on his heel and begins to walk back along the path–slow enough for Geralt to follow, but without offering his arm to his escort.  He seems deep in thought for a long moment and Geralt has no choice but to follow obediently behind.

“Why me?” Jaskier finally asks.  “There are dozens of younger, appealing members of the ton who would leap at the chance to marry a duke.  Especially one as young and…attractive as yourself.”

Geralt tries not to preen at the compliment, but he can’t hide the slight smirk in his voice.  “So you think I’m handsome?”

It surprises an undignified little snort out of Jaskier and Geralt feels his heart leap in answer.  It’s the first sign of the man beneath the stuffy aristocratic exterior since the night of the party.  He chooses not to consider why such a thing pleased him so.

“A blind man would know you’re handsome,” Jaskier mutters with a roll of his eyes.  “The question is what you intend to do with your good looks.”

“I intend to court you.”

[0dde11eth]

Jaskier: *stroking eskels shoulder* you like trying new things handsome?

Eskel: I tried Cinnamon gum the other day. It's a bit spicy for my taste. But I cant say I didn't like it

Jaskier: I got something else you can try thats...spicy

Eskel: I don't have any herbs for a rumbly tummy right now, so not sure I should risk it

Jaskier: *internally* he's more oblivious than geralt. Is it a wolf thing?