#valdo x dandelion

[hannibard]

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[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 46

In a modern world, Jaskier and Geralt are unlikely best friends. Have been for years. An odd new part of the routine however is Jaskier's sudden insistence on watching horror movies nearly every night he and Geralt hang out. It's the last thing they do every time, late at night, sat on the couch together, and it's what they do before Geralt leaves back to his place. They sit by each other on the couch, of course, they're fine with being near each other. They've been best friends for years. But Jaskier's fear of actually paying attention to what's on the screen usually ends up with them cuddling, as Jaskier hides from the movie by shoving his face into Geralt. But Jaskier just keeps asking for the horror movies, so he must like the movies, despite them scaring him. He was always a bit weird. Geralt supposes it's not too odd for his friend. That's why Geralt is incredibly surprised when he gets a call at 3 am from Jaskier's room mate, yelling at him to stop forcing Jaskier to watch movies he's afraid of, because they don't want to deal with Jaskier waking up from nightmares any more. Jaskier meanwhile thinks that the night terrors are TOTALLY worth getting an excuse to cuddle Geralt nearly every night. It's been so many years of being deeply in love with his best friend, and he's like a starving man being fed crumbs. He's just glad Geralt hasn't seemed to catch on yet!

[quoththewriter]

The audience was enthralled, watching Jaskier's moves and clinging to his every word. The bard was singing the latest addition to his Witcher Cycle. This year he  was presenting an epic narrating the story of the School of the Wolf. A complex and cleverly written piece, Valdo had to concede. Not that he'd be caught saying it to any soul. 

Essi, next in line to perform, was watching him with an evil smirk. Valdo had half a mind to be worried, so he just rolled his eyes and attempted to divert her attention.

"Your friend becomes more predictable each year."

"Tends to happen when you're working on a cycle, Val," she was biting her lip, most likely stifling a laugh.

They both turned to Jaskier, now playing his cycle's motif. A beautiful and simple melody that reminded everyone of past songs, with a single, subtle discordant note creating tension towards the end of the phrase.

"You know," Essi started, "I thought you would have settled this nonsense by the end of our first year."

Valdo watched Jaskier eyeing the witcher from time to time. The hulking man sitting near the stage, looking uncomfortable with all the attention he was receiving. His eyes never left Jaskier, though, and Jaskier's eyes glinted like embers each time their gazes met through the crowd.

Valdo had never wanted to smother Jaskier more than in that moment.

"I see," Essi said.

"You really don't," he gritted through his teeth.

They remained silent until Jaskier finished his piece. The bard quickly bowed and trotted towards them.

"Essi, dear!" Jaskier's laugh was throaty and warm. 

He gathered his friend in his arms with a blinding smile and a kiss to her temple. Essi only laughed, used to his antics.

"I'm next, I'm next," she swatted his arm, impatient.

"Take their breath away, dear heart," there were tears at the corner of his eyes. They hadn't seen each other since the last bardic competition.

Essi walked away before she, too, could get emotional. Which left Jaskier turning to Valdo, recognition flaring in those eyes.

"Valdo," Jaskier drawled, carelessly leaning against the edge of the wooden stage.

"Julian," Valdo faked indifference.

He saw, then, that dangerous gleam in Jaskier's eyes. Valdo remembered wide-eyed, sad-eyed young Jaskier that first year of university. No one ever knew what happened back at Lettenhove, Jaskier never mentioned his family or county. He'd only started to look like a living thing when he raised up to Valdo.

That edge in his eyes, glinting like a knife in the dark, always making Valdo falter. He knew, in that moment before the storm, that Jaskier only saw him. 

"Kindly step off a cliff, my sweet." Jaskier's voice never lost that syrupy tone. "Play that horrid minor chord you chose as a motif while you're at it."

"Are you going to grade the jump, Julian?"

"Oh, no. No grading, just encouraging." He placed his right hand over his heart, faking sentiment.

"Oh, is that a direct quote from your class syllabus?" Valdo said delicately. "I've heard they're nasty things, your students. Poor younglings."

Something hardened in those clear blue eyes, alarms going off in Valdo's brain. Jaskier did set his hair on fire once and Valdo was rather attached to his meticulously styled curls.

"No one ever makes a change with stifled thoughts, sweet thing," there was nothing sweet in Jaskier's leer.

There was nothing else any of them could day, so they just turned and watched Essi perform. Jaskier had won the competition three times in the last four years, but Essi won two years ago. She always made it difficult for them when the judges graded the performances. She was that good.

Jaskier clapped so hard that Valdo immediately saw his palms turn crimson. He wondered what the bard would do when Valdo played. He scoffed, kicking himself mentally.

"Having second thoughts about that plain ballad of yours?" Jaskier asked, batting his lashes at him.

"Go choke."

"Oh, I plan to," Jaskier's smile turned lascivious before turning to the witcher, who was stalking them like a predator. Valdo wondered if he could hear them.

"Your choice of bedmates continues to be, surprisingly, worse than your choice of metaphors." Valdo scrunched his nose, seeing the witcher's eyes harden.

"Excuse you, my metaphors are perfectly chosen, as are all my companions." Jaskier eyed him up and down. Valdo felt naked.

"Really? You should have stopped at the third animal metaphor." Valdo sneered. "It's slowly becoming a bestiary."

"Oh, says the man using minor chords to convey melancholy instead of actual lyrics. How many minutes of instrumental introduction for this year's piece, huh?"

"How dare you! I was top of the class in poetry." Valdo poked Jaskier's chest with a finger.

"You fucked Professor Kent!"

"Someone sounds bitter," Valdo sing-songed in Jaskier's ear, eyes locked with the witcher.

The white-haired man stood, making his way to them. 

Valdo heard the audience's roar after Essi's performance. Jaskier trembled at the sudden breath in his neck. 

The witcher was almost upon them when Valdo caught Jaskier's earlobe between his teeth. He felt more than heard the strangled noise his fellow bard made. The witcher was now pushing people out of his way, teeth bared.

Sick satisfaction curled inside Valdo's chest when he felt Jaskier gulp at the lick he gave the tender flesh between his teeth.

"I doubt he makes you sing like I'd do," Valdo whispered before running up the stairs in a haste, almost colliding with Essi on the steps. 

He saw Jaskier trying to keep the witcher in place, those unnatural eyes promising murder. Valdo just gave him his best smile and stepped in the centre of the stage.

[darkverrmin]

mood: Geralt totally shutting down Valdo Marx/anyone else who tries to shame Jaskier for the way he acts or dresses.

Valdo: *watching Jaskier preform* Dear Gods, that shirt is practically see-through. How do you sleep at night, knowing that's the man who writes songs about you?

Geralt: With a smile on my face, knowing that I've got the hottest and most well-dressed man in the continent.

Valdo: wha-

Geralt: Who is also a fantastic lay.

*later*

Jaskier: Hey! I saw Valdo approaching you earlier. Hope he didn't cause any trouble.

Geralt: Don’t worry. Oh, by the way. I may have told him that we're getting married.

Jaskier: what

Geralt: You can thank me later.

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bonus: they aren't even a couple yet

[mandokarla-mavrok]

Selkie!Jaskier Fanfiction Idea

What if Jaskier was a selkie but Valdo Marx stole his "coat" thinking he'd be able to enslave Jaskier....only that legend is false, taking a selkie's "coat" doesn't enslave them to you, it just makes it so they can't go back to the sea....a selkie's “coat” can be anything, say like a tuning fork necklace? or the ring Jaskier wears around his neck? 👀

After Marx steals Jaskier’s selkie “coat”, Jaskier travels a bit & then meets Geralt….after the mountain top fall out, Jaskier leaves & eventually finds his “coat” again but decides to stay & help the elves as the sandpiper, only to be dragged back into Geralt’s destiny bullshit once again because Jaskier just can’t seem to say no to his pretty white wolf

[incorrectquotesonlife]

Jaskier: Valdo Marx, my arch nemesis.

Yennefer lurking in the background: ..... I thought I was your arch nemesis?

Jaskier face palming: I have a life outside you, Yennefer.

[vi-no-na]

Jaskier x Valdo Marx

[artistsfuneral]

Hey! 💕

I don't know if you've ever written Valskier and if you're comfortable writing them, but if so, I'd like to request 14 for them (sweetest prompt EVER btw). If not; I'd like to request 30 for Yenskier (I don't care who says it, it's got so much potential both ways)

Also I love you and your stories are amazing 🥰

I have written them before :D usually I write them with a very bittersweet, probably not that healthy love-hate relationship, but this prompt is just way too cute for that so...

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14. „Stop smiling, I'm trying to kiss you.“

Dandelion had imagined what his little brother's boyfriend might look like many times before. Valdo Marx resembled none of those images. Absolutely none.

When Jaskier talked about the drummer it always seemed like they were so much alike. Two young men studying at the same university, staying in the same dorm, both in the theater and debate club, both in the same band, the same parties, the same friends, the same giggly, sunny personality. Obviously Dandelion had expected Valdo to look like Jaskier as well, or at least be dressed somewhat like him.

He didn't.

It was an unspoken rule of the steadily growing Rivia-Kwiat household, that summers were spend together at Vesemir's farm. After Jaskier had finished all of his exams early, he had practically begged Vesemir to allow Valdo to join them for the season. Truth be told, their father-in-law had wanted to meet Jaskier's infamous boyfriend for a while and after some fake bickering had given in and allowed Dandelion's brother to send an invitation.

Now, Dandelion was nothing if not curious about the young man Jaskier never shut up about, so when the time had come he had promptly suggested that his husband drove all three of them go and pick Valdo up.

When they arrived at the small train station of their hometown, Valdo was already there. Leaning against one of the stone pillars that supported the roof of the building, scrolling through his phone while having a smoke. Had it not been for Jaskier's excited squeal and him rushing towards the other man, Dandelion would have never recognized the man as Valdo. Black jeans, a black dress shirt and a red leather jacket, one of his bags casually swung over his shoulders; Valdo Marx looked like a Vogue model on a business trip.

Dandelion watched with wide eyes how his baby brother ran towards the drummer at full speed. His jaw dropped open in disbelief, when Valdo looked up, dropped his phone and opened his arms, already waiting for Jaskier to jumpinto them.

“There's no way they haven't coordinated that,” Geralt whispered next to him. Dandelion nodded in agreement, trying his hardest to ignore the pang of jealousy in his chest. “Why haven't we tried that before?” He whispered back, not able to take his eyes off the scene in front of them. Valdo was twirling Jaskier through the air now, his face split into a giant smile.

The two men kissed mid-twirl, knocking their teeth together and immediately breaking into a fit of laughter afterwards.

A quick glance let Dandelion know that Geralt was also staring. “We can do that too,” Dandelion protested quietly. His husband let out one of his 'I am thinking' hums, as they both watched Valdo setting Jaskier down and pulling him into a movie-worthy kiss.

“Might have to train the jump first, though.”

Dandelion pouted.

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😂😂 I have no idea what this is but it wanted to be written

send me a prompt

[jaskierswolf]

All Dressed Up

Written for @thepassifloradiscord smut battle

Ship: Valdo/Jaskier/Dandelion Prompt: Catching partner in Lingerie CW: threesome - M/M/M, rimming, blowjobs, overstim, edging,

AO3

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Jaskier giggles as he slings his arm around Dandelion’s shoulder. Their night out under the stars was perfect. Together they shared a bottle of wine, picking at pies and sweet rolls and all sorts of delectable goods. The kisses were lazy and full of love, and Jaskier had the best time slowly taking his boyfriend apart, making love to him on their blanket as the fireflies danced above them. It was perfect, and now it’s time to return to Valdo. Their partner agreed to let them have the evening alone together, as they all did once in a while. 

“I love you,” Jaskier sighs, leaning into Dandelion’s side and resting his head against his shoulder. “Pretty and perfect and… and radiant!”

“I love you too, my darling,” Dandelion giggles, leaning in to kiss Jaskier’s temple. “I do wonder what dear Valdo got up to without us tonight. The poor thing never knows what to do with himself.”

“Pathetic really.” The insults are left over from their first year at Oxenfurt together. Valdo took umbrage with the two Julians very early on in their first week and a bitter rivalry was born, but like all good rivalries, it quickly ended up with all three falling into bed together. Still, old habits die hard and Jaskier can’t help but tease his partner. 

“Truly a travesty.”

They laugh together as they walk back to their house, exchanging kisses and holding hands. Every so often,  Jaskier stumbles a little, having drunk the lion’s share of the wine bottle, but Dandelion always catches him. 

“He loves us though,” Jaskier hums, twirling a golden lock of hair between his fingers. “We’re lucky, Lion.”

“We are, my love, we really are.”

And together they burst into the house together, a mess of laughter and singing - a symphony of noise. From upstairs, Jaskier hears Valdo shriek and there’s a clatter of footsteps, the sound of furniture scraping across the floor followed by a colourful string of curses. For one sinking moment, Jaskier thinks that Valdo has another lover in their bedroom. 

Which would be fine… if they discussed it first. 

But they haven’t. If Valdo is sleeping around without telling them then it would be a serious breach of their trust. Jaskier isn’t sure he could forgive that easily. The look he shares with Dandelion tells him he’s not alone. The poet is pouting, his eyes wide and shining with a fear Jaskier had only ever seen when their witcher friend was in trouble. 

“I’m sure it’s not…”

“He wouldn’t.”  They both speak at the same time as they grip each other’s hands tightly, and then they are racing up the stairs. After a promiscuous youth, they know how little time it takes to jump out of a window, and they need to know the truth without any doubt. 

The bedroom door flies open and there’s Valdo jumping around in the middle of the room, his hands around his back, red-faced and cursing. 

“Oh fuck,” Jaskier curses as he takes in the sight. 

Lingerie isn’t new for their relationship. Dandelion is very fond of the feel of silk and lace against his skin. The poet just loves to feel gorgeous in the bedroom and the expensive undergarments make him feel sexy. It’s beautiful, and the confidence Dandelion has when he wears it is like nothing else, addictive and sensual in its own right. But Valdo seems more like a lost lamb, a virgin trying to seduce their partner for the first time. He’s desperately trying to unclasp the hook at the back, hiding his face behind his hair. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I was just bored and I’ve always wondered what it-” Valdo’s words are cut off by Dandelion’s lips. 

The poet’s long fingers stroke along Valdo’s cheek as he kisses him. Despite it being their date night, Jaskier can hardly blame him. Valdo looks… stunning. His blush stains down his chest, blotchy across his collarbones, the thin mat of chest hair between his pecs in juxtaposition to the midnight blue silk bra that stretches across his torso. It’s Dandelion’s favourite set and it looks… Fuck… it looks amazing. 

They look amazing. Together. Just the mere sight of Dandelion ravishing Valdo’s lips has Jaskier’s head spinning and he can’t help but palm his cock through his breeches. The curve of Valdo’s stomach is accentuated by the thin pair of blue panties resting low on his hip, the silk barely covering his cock.  Jaskier bites his lips as he watches Dandelion’s hands trace down Valdo’s side, moaning as his fingers brush past the panties to the straps that are holding the stockings in place. 

Now, Valdo might not travel the Continent as much as Jaskier and Dandelion do, but his legs are still strong, long and muscular - sinful and clad in dark silk stockings, the band intricately decorated with lace. His calves look utterly ravishing, the seams drawing down the back of his legs from his thighs to his ankles. Gods, Jaskier is captivated. Many people think that Dandelion has elven blood but Valdo… oh, Valdo… that man is fae. Or siren. Or something magical. He has to be. The way he can put both Jaskier and Dandelion under his spell with just a glance - they’re slaves to his beauty. 

“Val,” Dandelion purrs against their partner’s lips. “All dressed up for us.”

“Were you worried we wouldn’t like it, dear heart?” Jaskier hums as he swaggers closer to his lovers, his fingers dancing down Valdo’s spine. 

“I- yes… yes I was…”

Slowly, Jaskier moves so he’s standing behind Valdo. His touch lingers on the small of Valdo’s back as he presses kisses into his partner’s shoulder, meeting Dandelion’s gaze as he does. Then he gropes Valdo’s ass, all pretty over covered in silk. It’s easy to push the fabric aside, to tease a finger around his rim. Valdo gasps, the sound quickly muffled by Dandelion’s lips, and Jaskier sinks to his knees, his hands stroking down Valdo’s legs as he shifts into position, then back up along his inner thighs. The silk is soft beneath his fingers, decadent and beautiful. 

“So good for us, darling,” Jaskier murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of Valdo’s thigh, just above the stocking, then another… and another. The kisses move higher each time until his lips brush against the fabric of the panties. 

With a satisfied hum, Jaskier pulls the garment down just enough to reveal his prize, spreading Valdo’s cheeks. He kisses each cheek, biting down just hard enough that Valdo moans above him, leaning forward against Dandelion. The bites redden quickly, much to Jaskier’s delight. The sight of his lovers bearing his marks always leaves Jaskier feeling smug and content, and today is no exception. 

“Stop teasing him, darling,” Dandelion giggles, peering down at him from over Valdo’s shoulder. “He’s waited long enough, don’t you think?”

“But he’s always so pretty when he begs.” Pouting Jaskier gazes back up at Dandelion, the poet’s neck equally covered with bites and bruises. 

“Just get on with it, Julian!”

Jaskier laughs and winks at his boyfriend. “See?” 

But he does as he’s told, pressing open mouthed kisses around Valdo’s rim, still teasing… always teasing. One hand strokes in gentle touches up the inside of his partner’s thighs, a finger slipping under the band of the stocking. When he first licks around the outside of Valdo’s hole, it flutters so very prettily and his legs shake under Jaskier’s hands. Any noises that Valdo makes are muffled by Dandelion’s insistent kisses. Chuckling, Jaskier finally pushes his tongue inside, listening carefully to every sound his lover makes. He plays Valdo better than his lute, plucking at his strings with a learned precision, as he eats him out like a man possessed. His tongue circles inside, alternating with his fingers, slick with spit, kissing and licking at Valdo’s hole until the man is barely able to stay standing without Dandelion’s help. Valdo’s cries become more desperate, and he pushes back against Jaskier’s face until he can hardly breath, but when Valdo’s breath hitches just so, Jaskier pulls back, his hand stilling on his partner’s thigh. 

“What do you think, darling, can he cum?”

“Not yet, love. You can’t have all the fun, and I want his cock,” Dandelion purrs as he joins Jaskier on the floor, kneeling at their partner’s feet. 

The poet is a mess. His hat has long been knocked off, and his normally perfect golden curls are tangled from Valdo’s attention. Kiss-bitten lips are red and so very inviting, and despite having spent the evening together, Jaskier can’t help but lean around Valdo to pull his boyfriend into a desperate kiss, the taste of his favourite wine still lingers on Dandelion’s tongue as he moans in Jaskier’s mouth, his fingers threading through Jaskier’s hair. 

“For the love of Melitele,” Valdo whines above them, and they pull apart with matching sheepish smiles. 

Then Jaskier dives back in with a broken moan, both hands now on Valdo’s ass, spreading his cheeks so he can push his tongue deeper, licking into his lover with renewed energy. He hums as he works, exploring, tasting… and Valdo howls above him as Dandelion takes his cock into his mouth. Jaskier’s only regret is that he can’t see how gorgeous his boyfriend looks, his lips stretched around their partner’s cock. Oh it is a sight to see, but there’s always another time. For now, Jaskier is quite content to tease Valdo, pulling back whenever he thinks Valdo gets too close, until Dandelion reaches around to touch his hand. 

The pair of them double down their efforts, and without Dandelion to muffle his cries, Valdo’s a sobbing mess above them. His hands grip onto Dandelion’s shoulders and he is practically sitting on Jaskier’s face as he struggles to stay upright. His legs shake as he pleads with them, begging for the sweet mercy of release, and then, with a guttural moan, he’s cumming, spilling over Dandelion’s face as he clenches around Jaskier’s tongue. 

Gods, it’s a pretty sight as he falls between them, collapsing in a mess of limbs, the straps of his bra falling down his arms and the stockings crumpled around his knees. Valdo’s eyes are dazed, unfocused and he leans into Jaskier’s waiting arms as Dandelion wipes his face with his sleeves. 

“Fuck you, Julian,” Valdo slurs, pressing his nose into Jaskier’s neck. 

As he holds his partner close, Jaskier just smiles, pressing a kiss into Valdo’s hair. “Maybe later, dear heart.”

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[peppers-writing]

Valdo hunches over his desk, fine, frizzy tendrils of hair falling out of his loose braid. He underlines the line once, muttering it under his breath to memorize before circling it and saying it out loud. 

It’s a murmur is accompaniment to Jaskier’s snores. Valdo hums in thought before crossing out a note; it’s not on the test, he doesn’t think. He makes sure to vaguely remember it anyway. Jaskier shifts, and Valdo adjusts them. 

His lover’s straddled on his lap, lax with heavy sleep. Valdo grips him closer to his chest, one arm wrapped across Jaskier’s back to keep him to him. Another erases the note he just crossed out.

“Mm, -ald, v—” Fuck, shoulders are killing him. No shame in taking a break, right? He buries his nose into Jaskier’s hair, scenting the coconut he slathers it in the night before he washes it. 

“I’m right here, darling,” Valdo whispers. Jaskier seems to calm down, face smoothing out as he sleeps back into deep sleep. He trusts him so much, trusts Valdo not to drop him, trusts him not to let him fall or let him go. Valdo leans back, and Jaskier falls forward onto his chest. He drools away at the shoulder of Valdo’s chemise. His poor love must be so exhausted, his own finals having ended yesterday. Valdo’d known as soon as he’d see the manic flush on Jaskier’s face; the crash would be all-encompassing. He’d had to carry his darling back to their room after the competition. 

Now, Valdo presses a kiss to his temple and sets his eyes back on the notes. One arm’s still slung across Jaskier’s back to keep his crumpled and loose form from falling off him, and the other, smeared with charcoal, rubs down his lover’s side. Jaskier makes a sound somewhere between a snort and a snuffle. Valdo’s learnt over the years that it’s an approving, appreciative sound. It’s adorable, doubly so when Jaskier denies making it once he’s awake.

“I’ve gotta get back to it,” he murmurs, and Jaskier makes a wounded little wheeze-snort when he moves to grab the stick of charcoal again. “I’ll be here when you wake, darling, I’ll have this done by then and I’ll be yours.” Valdo pats his lover’s shoulder with the arm that supports him and Jaskier wiggles slightly before his jaw falls open and the loudest snore Valdo’s ever heard escapes him. Laughter is difficult to contain but he manages it. 

He trains his eyes on his page of notes again, memorizing the concepts in front of him. Jaskier sleeps deeply against Valdo’s chest, secure. 

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 54

Jaskier's been asleep for over three days straight now. Just went to bed like normal one night and never woke up. He still has a steady heartbeat, and is of perfect health, he just won't... Wake up. As Geralt rides off to find a cure, he notices that there are other people falling asleep seemingly at random throughout the continent. He figures out it's everyone who has listened to a one of Jaskier's songs recently, whether performed by Jaskier or not. I like to think it's some curse Valdo paid for that backfired way out of control, "Make people fall asleep during Jaskier's performances" type of thing But the VOTW (Villain Of The Week) is really up to you, darlings

[rebrandedbard]

Based on some silly banter with @theamazingbard. We get up to fun stuff on discord lol. She’s Dandelion, I’m Jaskier, and my friend Roy helpfully had the perfect Valdo response from the sidelines. Also tagging @greyduckgreygoose because she was reading along lol

[darkverrmin]

@calling-the-angels

This genius addition by @calling-the-angels got me crying. Can someone please draw this???

[kueble]

Bards Bards Bards

This is the masterpost for all things bardsexual.  Jaskier/Dandelion and Jaskier/Valdo below.

Jaskier x Dandelion (some book some game):

Irresistible - 18+ horny bards. That’s it. That’s the fic.

Self-Indulgent - Jaskier doesn’t want to go back to his own time, not when he can have this.

Staking a Claim - 18+ Jaskier gives Dandelion a new collar and they fuck about it.

Perfect Day - Jaskier and Dandelion share a picnic and kisses.

Jaskier x Valdo:

I May Hate Myself in the Morning - Mature, Jaskier and Valdo always find each other again, even if it’s not meant to last.

Blessed Silence. 18+ Jaskier won’t shut up, so Valdo gags him.

Trick or Treat - 18+ Valdo buys a themed gag for Jaskier.

[vi-no-na]

Jaskier x Valdo Marx

[artistsfuneral]

Julian Pankratz and Valdo Marx are married and you can’t tell me otherwise. 

You can only ask me why. Because I have a lot of answers for that.