#prince geralt

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 142

Prince Geralt is the second of three sons born to King Vesemir. Court... Isn't his thing. Court isn't really any of the three boys' things. Eskel was certainly polite enough for it, but many thought him too intimidating looking to even approach. Geralt detested the finery and the clothing that made him look like a sad silk trader. Lambert nearly killed a woman with a heart attack the last time he was in court and opened his mouth to speak. Geralt doesn't like court, or meetings, or what-have-you. He much prefers riding his favorite mare, Roach, into the nearby woodland. Whether they'd just go for a trot, or hunt something, or swim in a creek was a choice he usually made up on the spot. One afternoon however, as he dismounts from his trusty steed, he hears a noise on the wind. A rather lovely one, at that. It's singing. Someone's singing, and they've the voice of an angel. Geralt freezes in place for multiple minutes, too engrossed in just listening. Geralt glances around, attempting to make sense of which direction it's coming from. He doesn't even tie up Roach before he sprints off in the direction of the singing. He doesn't know what he'll do. Applaud? Say 'thank you, that was great'? Faint? But he does want to get closer. Just the slightest bit, so he can hear the singing better. After a moment or two of trompsing through the underbrush, however, the singing stops. Geralt loses all traces of the voice, and is left to return to his horse, stood where he left her, in disappointment. He tells his brother of the encounter, tells them to try hearing the voice in the woods. Lambert warns him it might be a troll in disguise, and Eskel gets so caught up correcting Lambert's thoughts on trolls that Geralt can't even gush about the voice any more, and returns to his room, eager to set out to the forest as soon as he can.

It's been two weeks, and Geralt is saddened by the voice's disappearance. It was a once-in-a-lifetime blessing he'd just have to hold onto. Even as he hears the voice in his thoughts and dreams every night. It's not the same. Not the real thing. Geralt is being moody about all of this as he lays on his back, floating in a small pond. Roach is there, on the shore, occasionally bending her neck down and taking a sip. He tried to invite her in to swim with him, at least get her feet wet, but she'd harshly declined, giving him a little nip on his arm. And then, he hears it. The voice. The singing. Geralt is so shocked, he flails in the water, and inhales some. Geralt rushes to the shore, hacking like a cat about to present it's owner with a hairball, and rushing to put all his clothes back on. As soon as he's fully dressed, the voice has stopped. He hadn't even had the time to try and seek them out again! He kicks the dirt, and sits down to pout next to his horse. Despite the failure, he was overjoyed when he revealed the news to his brothers. "My siren is back!" He said with a grin. Eskel loved when Geralt grinned, he didn't do it nearly enough any more. Not since they were all children. "I was in the pond when-" "Can't be a siren if you were in the water and they weren't." Lambert points out, mouth full of food. "I know they're not really a siren, that's just what I call them!" "Why is that?" Eskel inquires, raising an eyebrow. "Every time they sing, I- I feel as if I'm bespelled." Geralt whispers with awe, his eyes sparkling. Lambert begins chortling as loud as possible. "Prettyboy is whipped over a VOICE!" "You would be too, if you could hear them!" Geralt argued, just before a servant came in to alert them all that it was getting rather late, and their father requested them all in bed.

Another few weeks go by without his siren, but Geralt knows they must still be out there. They're just biding their time before they enchant him again. Geralt is home after a long day of messing around in the woods hoping to hear them. He's stood on his balcony, looking out toward the forest, sighing. It's just as he's about to walk back inside when he hears it... Ever so quiet, ever so soft, in the distance, coming from the woods. His siren. He freezes, and listens for a moment, before shaking his head. He slams his door open and races down the hall, only to run straight into Eskel. "Geralt? What's wrong?" "My siren! They're singing! I have to go to the woods!" "Geralt, it's the middle of the night-" Eskel worries. "You haven't found them yet, but you think you can find them now?" Lambert pipes up from the room farther down the hall, rubbing his eyes, evidently annoyed he was awoken by his brother's urgency. "I have to try." is all Geralt tells them, as he pushes past Eskel and continues down the hall. After a few minutes, both Lambert and Eskel are out on their own balconies, hearing nothing but the ambient sounds of night. "He's gone fuckin' batty!" Lambert shouts over to Eskel's balcony. "SHUSH! You'll wake father!" Eskel hisses back. Geralt came back that next morning, disappointed, and no closer to finding the mysterious vocalist.

Two entire months pass, and Geralt is distraught. It's beginning to feel like his siren is really gone for good this time. "Smiiiile, it's a happy day for you." Eskel lovingly reminds Geralt. They're all sat on their thrones, awaiting nobility and gentry to pass by and give Geralt gifts, for it was his birthday. All Geralt wanted for his birthday was to hear from the siren again, but even if his siren came back, he wasn't in the woods to hear them anyhow. "The Pankratz family!" A servant loudly introduces, snapping Geralt out of his thoughts. They looked the same as every other noble family did, though there was an exception. A boy around Geralt's age was the first to give Geralt an actual, genuine smile. "We are delighted to present you with our gift, it's a-" "I have a gift for the prince, too!" The boy interrupts his father, taking a step closer. "Julian!" The mother hisses. "It's a song." "Julian, don't embarrass us like this." The father snarls. Geralt holds up a hand. "...I'd like to hear it." The boy, who was quite handsome in retrospect, races to their bags and finds a lute he smuggled along. He steps in front of his family, looks into Geralt's eyes, and begins to sing. Geralt freezes. Eskel glances between the viscount and his brother, who was seemingly in a trance. Eskel was at first worried about the way his mouth parted a bit in shock as he realized what was happening, but then he looked to see Lambert was gaping like he was physically incapable of shutting his mouth... Which... It being Lambert, was actually quite possible. When the boy finishes, everyone politely claps, except for Geralt, still staring in awe. The boy flushes and fidgets in place. "..I cannot accept this song as a gift." Geralt says. "We're so, so, so dreadfully sorry about Julian, your highness-" Geralt shuts the man up with a wave of his hand, still staring at the musician who captured his heart. "I would rather my gift from your family to be your son." The Pankratz all gasp and gawk, as Julian's eyes widen. King Vesemir leans over and whispers "What the hell are you doing, boy?" "I would like to give him the official position as court bard, and I'd like to hear him sing again. Every day, if I can." Geralt explains. "Your highness, we simply can't just give away our dearest son-" "I'll do it!" "Julian-!" "I'd love to be the court bard, Prince Geralt!" Julian crows, bouncing up and down in delight. "...Then it shall be." King Vesemir said, giving a confused glance to Eskel. Eskel and Lambert are alone that night. Geralt was busy being serenaded, they assumed. "So. Geralt found his siren." Eskel says softly. "I really thought he was just nuts." Lambert snorts. "Apparently not." "..." "..." "..." "..." "Wanna bet on how long it takes until they start fucking?" "You know it."

[thedemonofcat]

Modern RomCom Au:

The morning after a pleasant, though somewhat unsettling, blind date with a man named Eric, struggling musician Julian Pankratz, better known as Jaskier, is jolted awake by a loud knocking at his door.

To his astonishment, he finds a group of guards from a small kingdom insisting he accompany them.

It turns out Eric, his date from the previous night, lied about his identity. Eric is actually Geralt Rivia, the crown prince of the kingdom.

Geralt, known for his elusiveness, had gone on a date with Jaskier to dodge a royal banquet. However, photos of them together surfaced, prompting a small lie to prevent a scandal: that Jaskier is Geralt’s fiancée.

Now, Jaskier must pretend to be engaged to Geralt until a plausible reason for their breakup can be devised. But as they continue the charade, Geralt and Jaskier might start to develop genuine feelings for each other.

[fantasydreamland]

I think I might have a type…

[identity-404]

Let's be fair. If you fuck with Jaskier in anyway you're just an idiot. He may not be the best at fighting for himself but this man has the love of some of the most powerful people in the continent.

Like his best friend is Geralt of Rivia! Probably the best Witcher on the continent thanks to that double mutation. He will kick your ass if you touch his bard!

His best frenemy and bitching buddy is Yennifer of Vengerberg the most badass powerful sorceress. She can and will save his ass from any situation.

He is the uncle of Ciri! The girl who holds the fate of the world in her hands! And who is the most powerful person you could probably come across! This girl holds so much love for the bard that if you even try and take him away I think you're dead on the spot.

And then any elves he's ever saved! Like you think you can hurt the Sandpiper if there around?

He also has the dwarfs on his side after he ran in to help them! Hurt Jaskier? Prepare to have your head bashed in!

Plus the King of Redania who loves him so much he was willing to give everything up! This kingdom with one of the best armies, I wouldn't put it past Radovid to send the whole army after one man if he fucked with Jask!

Like fucking with the bard is like signing your own death certificate. You mess with him you mess with everyone above.

[sacred-algae]

I don’t think Jaskier is fully aware of the fact that Geralt is It for him.

I know we aren’t getting Geraskier, (they’re still canon to me) so at this point I just want my blorbo to be able to move on and be happy instead of fucking miserable but the more I think about it, the more I realize that even if he does get chance to be with Radovid… I don't think he would ever be truly happy.

Yes, he could love him, and be happy that he's being treated well, and worshiped and valued, and everything a good relationship should be. Yes, he'd learn to move on as much as he can… but that’s only as much as he can. Geralt will always be with him. Geralt will be a filter for which he perceives affection and how it's given out and received. Everything will relate back to him.

Geralt is love for Jaskier.

It would be doomed. As much as he could learn to love somebody new, it would take far too long to be fair, and even if Radovid fully understood and stuck around because he knew Jask was trying and didn’t mind, even if Jaskier does love him—It’s doomed.

He couldn’t do it. Because everything they do reminds him of Geralt even though they weren’t even together… but he can’t escape it. It could even be years down the road with zero contact with Geralt (because that’s the only way he could truly even begin to move on) and he would be miserable.

So he’d leave Radovid. Because it’s not fair. And he’d decide he’s better off having one night stands and casual affairs that last no longer than a month for the rest of his life.

And maybe he’d go back to Geralt. Because he sure as hell can’t live without him if the past however long it’s been has taught him anything.

Geralt would be so mad at him for leaving but it’s not like they haven’t gone a long time without seeing each other/not contacting each other before. It’s just been a while since then… And Geralt needs him too, how could he say no? He missed him horribly.

And I think at that point, Jaskier would tell him why he left. Geralt deserves to know. Because at this point, if Geralt will take him back, what’s unrequited love? It doesn’t matter. He should have known it wouldn’t matter. And really, he should have done this a lot sooner, maybe he could have gotten some fucking peace—

“You should have.”

“I should have what?”

“You should have done this sooner.”

“Yeah, that’s literally what I just said. Why are you— Geralt? What are you— Gods, that’s unfair, don’t look at me like you’re about to—”

Kiss me.

He should have done this much, much sooner.

[hannibard]

"Does the witcher know how lucky he is to have you?" being asked right after Jaskier sang a heart-wrenching love song is killing me 🥺😭

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

man I cant wait for season 3 vol. 2 where jaskier sees rience again but is protected by:

his princely lover he made out with (and definitely fucked) in an old dingy cabin

his witchery muse that he got his heart broken by and immediately went "I will become a famous worldwide sensation with a song about how you broke my heart" like fucking taylor swift over (and whom is now somehow softer and more openly affectionate with him now than he was before the heartbreak)

his pocket-sized princess who constantly beats his ass at cards

His Wife™

[slaughter-kin]

i am a simple woman i see a man with platinum blonde/white hair and i start gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

[thelostgirl21]

The Little Prince & The Fox

(Part 1, Part 2)

-Quotes from "The Little Prince", Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[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 ^^

[wannastayugly]

They're a boyband, they just don't know it yet.

Jaskier, Radovid and Geralt commissioned by @jaskierofrivia <3

[thedemonofcat]

Lettenhove doesn’t exist. As far as Geralt can tell, the place where Jaskier is said to come from doesn’t exist.

It’s not on any map, and as far as visiting there, Geralt has never been there, nor has anyone else.

Yet Jaskier still claims he’s from Lettenhove. It is obvious by the way he dresses and acts that Jaskier comes from nobility, so it’s not like he’s hiding that. Geralt can’t help but wonder why Jaskier would make up where he’s from.

Lettenhove does exist, but not in the world that Gerat currently lives in. Lettenhove is the kingdom of the Fae, and Jaskier isn’t just from there; he’s the Prince.

Jaskier, born Prince Julian Alfred Pankratz of Lettenhove, is heir to the throne and once one day set to rule all the fae. Only Jaskier didn’t want to take the responsibility of being a Prince, so he ran away, disguising himself as a human Bard.

Meanwhile, as Geralt gets closer to discovering the truth about Lettenhove, A guard of the royal family comes closer to finding the missing Prince

[mlmshipbracket]

ROUND 4: POLL #5

Ruthari art by h. serath on Instagram

ROUND 4 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Runaan/Ethari:

Propaganda by @svperluminous [HERE]

Propaganda by @no-cinnamon-for-synonym [HERE]

Jaskier/Geralt of Rivia:

Chaotic fun bard and strong but quiet warrior. Jaskier is very friendly and charismatic while Geralt is an amazing warrior but not as good with people 

[brujaporfavor]

I'm a slut for pretty dudes with long hair.*

*Bonus points if they're dirtied up a little.

[identity-404]

Look, I don't want to see Radovid betray Jaskier or become some evil witch burning tyrant... I want him to be truly good as much as every other Radskier shipper

BUT

Wouldn't it just be neat... And maybe a lil sick and twisted if he did burn ONE magic user... Not because he is evil or hates Mage's but because... Rience deserves a taste of his own medicine...

Like do I want Radovid to go on a witch burning spree? No... Would it be a lil fun and sexy of him to burn the man who tortured his lover? Yes... But also horrifying.

Let him see this fucker who hurt the man he loves and just snap, let him have a moment of this eerily calm rage where he just suggests burning Rience when they are debating how to dispose of him...

[jullietew]

at least jaskier is bi. its like i always say. at least jaskier is bi. at the end of the day. Jaskier is bi. dont cry ok? Jaskier is bi. at the end of the day. Jaskier is bi. when all else fails. Jaskier is bi. we'll always have. Jaskier is bi