#past geraskier

[panur]

I know we are all team 'Jaskier didn't know he was in love with geralt' and "it never went anywhere"

…but what if he did, and what if it did??

what if Jaskier knew he was in love with Geralt and what if they were having casual, 'platonic' sex (lying to themselves?)

WHAT IF BEFORE THE MOUNTAIN JASKIER WOULD HAVE LIKELY BEEN OK WITH ANY RELATIONSHIP WITH GERALT, EVEN IF HE'D HAD TO SHARE HIM WITH YEN??

But now he's not.

because let me tell you guys, I'm feeling a certain way (FOAMING THE MOUTH) about this idea of Geralt thinking they can eventually get back to that, that this is a momentary hiccup and eventually they'll be back where they left of and it's like

no not gonna happen because Jaskier is actually… over it? Like it or not, the mountain changed things and Jaskier is now really reconsidering what he wants for his future, and he still loves Geralt, sure, but not the way he did, and not for the price of his own misery. He's ready for a relationship where he'll finally be enough on his own.

So now Geralt has to watch him start smth with Radovid, and realize this time things are different, that this relationship is different and, that, well.

something ends, something begins.

#it's free real estate prompt just tag me so i can read

[alaskanbby]

Okay so another fic for the ever amazing and inspirational @spielzeugkaiser! That picture of Jaskier after giving birth alone inspired this fic because that was just so extremely emotionally juicy and I couldn’t resist dipping my toes back into the Lovechild AU. So please enjoy my latest addition to my series of fics based on parts of that particular AU :)

Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Original Child Character(s), Milek Series: Part 1 of Spielz' Geraskier Lovechild Universe

Summary:

He was never supposed to be a parent, especially never a single parent. He’d been so careful until he wasn’t. He’d never thought a witcher could get him pregnant, never thought he’d be so annoying that he’d push away the one person he thought would never get overwhelmed with him. He’d thought he’d found his person. Or at least some version of his person. If he couldn’t keep those relationships stable, how was he supposed to raise a baby?

[pixlatedvampire]

It’s been ten years since I finished a drawing so please enjoy these two idiots I drew all the way back in 2021 😭🤣

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 129

In place of August Seventeenth, Promptapalooza 10/ It's a simple drowner contract. Until one grabs Jaskier and drags him in. Geralt dispatches the creature efficiently and yet Jaskier is still struggling in the water. "Jaskier get out of there!" And yet Jaskier doesn't come to shore. Geralt looks back and watches Jaskier sink under the water. Geralt quickly finishes the fight and dives down for Jaskier. He drags him out of the water onto the beach, and watches as Jaskier throws up murky water. "Jaskier, why didn't you swim to safety!?" Geralt growls. He doesn't mean to snap, but he's upset that Jaskier put himself in harm's way. But then he immediately softens when he sees Jaskier start to cry. "I'm sorry Geralt, I didn't want to be a bother, I- I don't know how." Geralt holds his shivering bard closer to him, and nods a bit. "Alright. Alright.. I'm sorry I yelled. Let's get you to a campfire, bard." Geralt warms Jaskier, and feeds him, and gives him a tea to soothe his throat, and puts him to bed. Then Geralt makes a plan. They're at a calm, clean pond. Jaskier doesn't know why Geralt brought them there, until Geralt starts stripping. "What... Are you doing?" "We're going in. Take your clothes off, bard." It's not exactly the context he wanted to hear it in, but this is something Jaskier has dreamt of hearing from Geralt's lips, and he'll take what he can get. "Geralt, I told you I don't know-" "That's why I'm going to teach you."

[to-proudly-go]

Some of my friends can't fathom how I can oscillate from loving the most cliche and fluffiest stories to the most depraved and horrifying ones and like

A love story is a love story because it has love in it–tender, tragic, brutal, unconditional, unconventional, gruesome, simple, complicated love–but it is love all the same, no matter the form

So why should I prefer one over the others when it all gives me the same satisfaction?

[spielzeugkaiser]

Hi! So.... How is Zombie!Aiden doing nowadays? (As you can tell, I've found your necromancer au, and I'm hooked)

A continuation of this from my necromancer!au. With the skeleton guys in the beginning (something that this Jaskier doesn't remember) it was more lighthearted. And it isn't the first time that corpses start to get reanimated it Jaskiers proximity too, but this time he pulled Aiden out of the afterlife and well- this is more of a warm bodies scenario and he is under Jaskiers thrall, if Jaskier likes it or not. lambert is so not going to be amused

[sandinthepipes]

Jaskier got picked up by his ex and the first thing he did was get naked to show off the new merch and when he thought it wasn't enough made a comment about how hard his nipples were.

What a legend

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

“Geralt, darling…”

“Hmmm”

“I noticed your communication skills have greatly improved over the last few months. You use your words instead of just grunting far more these days. I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Jaskier.”

“As such, I was thinking that perhaps it is time for another lesson in verbal communication.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes! It is so! Now, I realize this is a lesson usually given to performers, such as myself, but I think it is one you could greatly benefit from.”

Geralt sighs. Knowing that Jaskier will simply continue to pester him if he doesn’t agree, Geralt says, “If you think I would benefit from the lesson, I’ll to do my best to learn.”

Before, he would have told the bard to fuck off, but ever since the mountain, Geralt had been trying to put in an effort to do better. Doing better meant communicating better. The need for that had only increased when, a year ago, Geralt had finally gotten up the courage to kiss Jaskier and their relationship had been forever changed. In a good way. The kind of good way Geralt didn’t want to lose ever again.

“Excellent! In that case I see no reason not to start that lesson now.”

Geralt did. They were walking the path and Geralt was walking beside Jaskier; guiding Roach by her reigns. Ciri was away, somewhere safe with Yennifer and learning to control her magic, but that didn’t mean there weren’t still threats. He had to remain vigilant in case of an attack or a monster, and trying to focus on what Jaskier was saying would be distracting.

But, on the other hand, they were on a section of road surrounded by fields. For miles, there would be very few places for bandits or any monster too deadly to hide. Geralt would almost certainly see them long before they became a threat. So, he agreed.

“Alright. I’m listening.”

“Ok. So there are 5 organs of communication.” Geralt watched from the corner of his eye as Jaskier counted them off on his fingers.

The head

The heart

The gut

The groin

The arms

“You’re very good with the 1st and the 5th organs. The head refers to things you state. They are a matter of fact. No ifs ands or buts about them. You’ve proven to excel at this in the past several months. And the arms refer to non-verbal communication that is instead conveyed through action. Again. You excel at this.”

To prove his point, and to be an ass, Geralt raises an eyebrow at him and smirks while spreading the arm that is currently not busy guiding Roach.

Jaskier laughs and gently smacks the arm now extended towards him. “Yes. Exactly. However, you are lacking in the other three departments.”

Lowering his arm, Geralt asks, “so how do I go about fixing that? I’m not even sure I completely understand how the first 4 work. I’m communicating with my mouth and voice. Is that what you mean by head? And if that’s the case, I would have thought I was doing just fine with groin.”

Jaskier swats his arm again.

“Yes and no. In that regard, what you’re doing with your groin falls under arms.”

“Hmm.”

“Let me give you examples.”

Jaskier seems to take a moment to think.

“If I was going to tell you ‘I want you to come here’ there are 5 different ways I could go about that.”

“The 5th being arms. I could simply make eye contact with you. Point at you and then the ground. You would understand what that meant, yes?”

“Yes, Geralt exactly. The 1st one being head where I simply say to you ‘I want you to come here.’ And you would understand it to be a simple request.”

“Hmm.”

“But, if I were to make the same statement using my heart,” Jaskier’s eyes got bigger and his posture less ridged. When he continued, his voice was soft and breathy like when they’re lying together at night and just talking, “I want you to come here.”

Oh. Geralt had always been aware of how Jaskier would talk when it was just the two of them. How it would feel different, like now.

He’s tried to do that before, but it had never quite had the same effect. Like it was just… incorrect “I’ve tried that”, he tells Jaskier, “but it just doesn’t work right.”

“You mean when you look at me very intensely and get quieter?”

“Yes.”

“Well… that is part of it. But this isn’t about volume, or what your eyes are doing. It’s about what feeling you’re letting yourself have as you say it.”

Hmmm. That made sense. Even now, when letting his thoughts be known, Geralt struggled with the emotions part.

“So what’s gut?”

“But you haven’t tried heart yet!”

Geralt leveled a look at Jaskier that made it clear he needed to move on for now.

“Oh, all right. The 3rd is statements made in reaction. There isn’t much thought to them, like a gut reaction or when you have to make a decision in the moment.” Jaskier’s voice got louder and more rushed, “I want you to come here!”

Geralt moved closer to Jaskier on instinct. The almost fear in his voice had him going before he could remember this was an example.

“Ah. I think I understand this one. It’s fear.”

“Well,” Jaskier drawled, “it can be. It can also be excitement, or anger, or any other number of emotions. Much like heart can be hurt or longing and not just love. It’s just reactionary. Truth to the heads fact.”

This was getting confusing. How could it be fear but also other things? Geralt decided he’d need time to think about this and it was probably better to keep going. “So what is groin?”

“Ah,” Jaskier’s demeanor changed once again. It was one Geralt was very familiar with, he’d watched Jaskier adapt it with men and women all over the continent for decades. He’s been on the receiving end of it as of late and had grown fond of the change in Jaskier’s stance, the sway of his hips, the light in his eyes. He’d even seen Jaskier adopt it with a particularly good meal when they’d been getting by on what Geralt could hunt for too long.

When Jaskier spoke, it was low and gravely, and sent a shiver down Geralt’s spine. “I want you to come here.”

“Desire. And not just lust.”

Jaskier’s stance and voice changed once again, the change almost jarring, “Yes! Exactly. The wanting something so badly you can feel it.”

“Hmm. That one makes more sense.”

“Yes, you aren’t terrible at groin, but you tend to only use it when you’re horny and I insist you use your words. You could be using it for so many other things. And don’t give me the you want nothing speech again. I know that’s bullshit.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Good!”

“I’m going to need some time to think on all of this, but in the meantime,” Geralt wrapped his free arm around Jaskier’s waist and gently pulled him into his side. Then, putting as much groin into his voice as he could, “telling me you want me got me hard. There’s no one around for miles.”

Geralt enjoyed watching a blush creep up Jaskier’s neck and hearing his heart speed up.

“Not going to say ‘no’ to that, dear witcher.”

Thanks @0dde11eth for telling me to write this

[alcoholicweiwuxian]

xena and gabrielle walked so that geralt and jaskier could sprint ten metres and fall on their faces

[hannibard]

I started posting my first multichapter fanfiction and I can't stop refreshing the Ao3 page every 5 minutes to check for kudos etc. How do yall experienced writers handle this??? I feel like I'm going insane.

If you wanna check out my fic (it's geraskier) click 'keep reading'

"I'm choking from the taste but I can't help but swallow"

Summary: "There's too much at stake Geralt, it's not worth it. Go back to Kaer Morhen and forget about me."

"You're more than worth it Jaskier and I'll do anything in my power to get you out of this hell. Melitele help anyone who stands in my way."

-

Jaskier is taken by Radovid in the midst of his travels with Geralt and Milva. The Redanian king, changed from his recent ascent to power, is determined to get everything he wants, with Jaskier having the misfortune of being on top of the list. Jaskier as he spends time serving Radovid in the Redanian court, drowning in despair and losing parts of himself in the process, his only consolation being the knowledge that his friend was safe from the Redanian army due to his sacrifice.

Sometime after Geralt has united the north under his rule, he decides to pay a visit to Redania in the hope of reuniting with his bard. But Jaskier is not as he remembers, his psyche having been fractured in their time apart. Will the witcher be able to help him escape his tragic fate?

(Inspired by the song "Poison" from Hazbin Hotel)

[hardly-an-escape]

I have been feeling like a greasy ball of goo for days and despite having many many ideas I tragically seem to have zero ability to actually write right now. also my brain is bouncing all over the place between like four different fandoms, which is not ideal with Dreamling Week coming up because I really want to get stuff done for that event!!

ugh. this is one of those times when I would really like to take my brain out of my skull, give it a good scrub with, like, a lavender-scented body soap, rinse it in very hot water, and then pop it back in. I genuinely think that would help.

[moonlightpirate]

Started season 3 again last night and I swear somehow I ship radskier harder than I did and I'm only two episodes in 🥰

[geraskierficrecs]

New Story Alert!

I caved and started a new two-shot story featuring a very feral bard.  Enjoy the whump and angst.

Check out the first chapter here.

Teaser:

Priscilla huffed out an aggrieved sounding sigh that made him smile faintly up at the green leaves above him.  “I still don’t think this was a good idea,” she said, repeating an old argument.  “You’re too exposed out there.  Especially now that–”

The clumsy attempt at cutting herself off before she completed the thought was enough to pique Jaskier’s interest.  “Now that what?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t be coy.”

“You don’t want to know about it,” she said.  “That’s what you asked for.  A disconnect.”

There was only one topic Jaskier had sworn to avoid and the thought of it, of him made the smile drop like a stone from his face.  He closed his eyes and forced his breathing to remain steady, knowing Priscilla was like logging every change in his voice.  “Is he hurt?”

The image of Geralt lying dead and abandoned was the sort of madness that inspired his darkest nightmares.  They were the nightmares that left Jaskier shaking and hollow eyed for days afterward.

“He’s…” she sighed, the sound staticky over the cheap phone speakers.  “We don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?”

The illusion of control was crumbling in his grip like grains of sand.  He lost his battle against the panic threatening to overwhelm him and let it roll over him in waves, searching for the colder emotions lurking beneath the surface.  Anger.  Rage.  Vengeance.

Priscilla’s voice spoke over the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears.  “He went missing two weeks ago.  We haven’t been able to make contact with him.”

“Two weeks?” he repeated.  “Why wasn’t I informed?”

“You’re out,” she said.  “You gave up your chance to be informed.”

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 48

Jaskier is feeling insecure. This isn't new. He makes sure everyone always thinks he's at the height of his confidence, but he has bad days. Many times, actually. He had been working up the courage to tell Geralt how he feels, but he saw Geralt and Yennefer talking and it just started digging around in his brain. He's not nearly as pretty as Yennefer, and certainly not as powerful. He's just the annoying bard that follows Geralt around. Geralt is confused when Jaskier is suddenly trying to do everything and anything for Geralt. He's trying out eight different new hobbies, none of which suit him, and all of which being things that are purely practical. When Geralt finally confronts Jaskier about it, Jaskier breaks down over how he'll never be as good as Geralt's previous lovers, and Geralt finally finds his words in order to describe all the many things Jaskier does amazingly and every little quirk that Geralt adores.

[process-pending]

“You’re here with us, Jask. You’re safe.” Jaskier nods, he wants to reassure Geralt that he knows but his body is still shaky with panic, memories dragged kicking into the light still screaming.

To the Night We Met (Chapter 5)