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I think it would be really cute if Geralt used REALLY outdated courting methods on Jaskier.

Like, he's old as shit. What he remembers of people courting went out of fashion a while ago.

“Geralt, did you write me a letter?” Jaskier asked, holding up a piece of paper.

“It was the proper thing to do,” Geralt answered.

“Yes, if we were apart,” Jaskier replied, his eyes darting around the paper again to make sure he was reading it correctly. “But this is just asking me about my day. You can do that in person.”

“It would give you a bad reputation if people saw that,” Geralt replied.

“My reputation is very much in check.” Jaskier counters back. “And what people, the only other living thing near the campsite is Roach.”

“Roach likes to gossip.”

#this is really cute

thedemonofcat

Jaskier gets kidnapped by a Mage who likes his voice.

Under a spell, Jaskier is forced to sing for days without stopping. All for the Mage's entertainment.

When Geralt finally finds and rescues Jaskier. The bard has now become terrified of talking, let alone singing

thedemonofcat

Geralt is walking by the shore when he finds a naked man.

Meet Jaskier former mermen and recent human. Jaskier made a deal with a sea witch to trade his fins for feet.

Now, Geralt knows these deals usually tend to fall into the witches' favour rather than the merfolk's favour.

So Geralt is basically left babysitting the newly human Jaskier as he tries to convince him to go back to the ocean, where he would be much safer

It's real same since Geralt has to admit Jaskier is a rather cute little mermaid

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As a child, Jaskier had been cursed with obedience. He’d told Geralt early in their travels, so the Witcher wouldn’t accidentally command him to do something. Geralt had sworn to never use it against jaskier.

But then… the mountain, when Geralt deliberately used jaskiers curse against him, casting him from Geralts side, and all the way back to lettenhove, into the hands of his family…

Jaskier has stopped struggling and fighting by now, his eyes dead and heart shattered. One night, he made his way to the bridge over the waterfall. He stood on the railing, and decided this would be his last act of free will.

But, then, Geralt appears to stop him…

Someone must love you without any strings. That was the way to break his curse of obedience.

But Jaskier knew now that this was impossible. With the curse, he was the perfect doll; without it, he was nothing.

So Jaskier stood atop that waterfall.

“Jaskier, stop!” Geralt yelled.

The bard became frozen in place. “Really, Geralt, you can’t let me have this one thing,” Jaskier replied.

“If that one thing is for your death,” Geralt said, “then no, I can’t let you have it.”

Jaskier let out a bitter laugh. “Well, come on then, order me off the legend. Come command me to be your punching bag again. Or better yet, how about I come suck you off, I am the witcher whore you know.”

“No your not,” Geralt said, taking a step closer. “Your Jaskier, and I promised you a long time ago that I wouldn’t give you any orders.”

“People break promise” Jaskier answered.

“They do, I did,” Geralt said, “and I’ll always be sorry about that. After this, if you never want to see me again, that’s fine, but I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

“What would that be?” Jaskier asked skeptical.

Geralt took a deep breath. “Julian Alfred Pankratz, you will no longer have to obey.”

For the first time in his life, Jaskier took a breath

thedemonofcat

After the mountain… jaskiers heart shatters. He gives up being a bard, and takes on the mantle of the Sandpiper, leading a network of spies and assassins against nilfgaafd. He became cold, cynical, hard, he’d closed his heart and swore he would never need anyone again.

And when Geralt found him again, years later… he realizes that jaskier became just how he was before he met the bard…

“Three words or less, witcher,” Jaskier said is eyes cold and uncaring.

Geralt looked at the bard, his amazing bard.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt said finally, but then he did something out of character. “And I love you.”

Jaskier blinked; for a second, his walls came down. For the second, Geralt saw his Sweet Jaskier again.

“That was more than three words.”

valmckee

some beginner sorcerer cursing jaskier, but of course the curse goes wrong and all that really happens is that jask ends up with a fluffy pair of cat ears and a tail. which means he and geralt are on their way to find someone who can reverse the spell.

geralt's never been around a cat that's liked him, so he can't help but be happily surprised one night when jaskier sits in his lap and begins to purr. jaskier suddenly thinks the curse isn't so bad since for once, geralt isn't dumping him out of his lap, instead, he's softly petting jaskier's hair.

thedemonofcat

It's been exactly three months since Jaskier last saw Geralt on the stupid mountain.

And Jaskier is doing fine, he’s doing great. He’s even stopped crying himself to sleep at night.

Now, one day, Jaskier learns about a serial killer who's been targeting witchers.

Curiosity gets the best of Jaskier, and he decides to start investigating. However, the serial killer also figures that what better way to lure out the white wolf.

Then with the white wolf’s Bard

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It's Jaskier first night in Kear Morhen.

Geralt doesn't know what to do with this information. Sure, Geralt's always wanted to invite Jaskier to spend the winter, but doing it by hastily breaking the bard out of prison wasn't really in Geralt's plan.

At some point during their travels, Geralt would watch Jaskier sleep. To make sure the bard was still breathing. Currently, Geralt is watching Jaskier sleep in Kear Morhen.

It helps that Jaskier is really cute when he sleeps.

The othe witcher agree when they come to see what Geralt is doing.

Jaskier wakes up to find all witcher watching him sleep

cullendrawss

HELLO I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS AAAAAAAAAAA heavily inspired by Kevin Zamir Goeke's works, he's done concepts for the witcher as well so it just felt really fitting haha.

i've put my main reference in the progress sheet, i wanted to study values and stuff, but his way of constructing buildings also came through

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siren geralt becomes obsessed with jaskier and tries to charm the bard with his singing, but geralt sings horribly

The pretty human giggled at Geralt’s attempt to sing. “That was a good try,” he said kindly.

Geralt, the siren, floated in the water, his tail stirring gentle ripples. He wanted to impress the pretty human more than anything, but uncertainty tightened his chest.

“If you want to improve your singing, you have to practice your scales,” Jaskier explained.

“My scales?” Geralt asked, glancing down at himself.

Jaskier laughed. “No, not those scales—musical scales.” He stepped closer to the water and smiled. “Here, let me show you.”

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Because of how much time they spend together, the other witchers have started to notice it— a faint trace of Geralt clinging to Jaskier. Leather and steel, smoke and snow, something unmistakably wolfish woven into the bard’s usual perfume of ink and wine.

They joke about it among themselves. Say it’s inevitable. You travel with a witcher long enough, you start to smell like one.

What they never tell the bard is the other reason.

That it isn’t just proximity, or shared cloaks, or nights spent too close to the same fire.

It’s because Jaskier is Geralt’s mate.

And the scent isn’t accidental. It’s a claim

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In the middle of a crowded town square, Jaskier collides with a familiar broad shoulder and nearly laughs in relief. “Geralt,” he starts—only for the moment to sour almost immediately.

The argument that follows is sharp and strange, Geralt snapping far quicker than usual, his words lacking their familiar restraint. When it ends with a sudden, stinging slap across Jaskier’s face, the world tilts.

That settles it.

Geralt of Rivia would never.

It doesn’t take Jaskier long to piece together the truth: this isn’t Geralt at all, but a doppler wearing his face. The imitation is good—too good—but the soul beneath it is wrong. The doppler, however, hasn’t realized its mistake. As far as it knows, Jaskier is only confused, offended, still fooled.

So Jaskier plays along.

With careful charm and feigned concern, he begins to steer the doppler toward another town—one where witchers have reportedly been seen. He speaks of contracts, of rumors, of monsters that might require Geralt’s attention.

All the while, Jaskier’s hope burns quiet and stubborn.

If there are witchers there, then maybe—just maybe—the real Geralt will be too

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Since he was young, a strange curse has clung to Jaskier.

He becomes what people say he is.

Call him dumb, and his thoughts slow, stumble, fracture. Call him brave, and he will charge headlong into danger without a second thought. Each word spoken about him reshapes him, chips away at what he was before. Over time, there’s less and less of Jaskier left beneath the labels.

So when they were on the mountain, when Geralt said that if life granted him one blessing, it would be to be rid of Jaskier—

The curse listened.

Jaskier became exactly that: a burden.

All at once, he couldn’t stop the voices in his head. They echoed every unspoken sigh, every impatient glance, every sharp word he’d ever heard. Worthless. Annoying. Useless. A mistake that should have known better than to exist at all.

And no matter how tightly he covered his ears, the voices never stopped speaking in Geralt’s voice.

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Geralt arrives in Lettenhove expecting little more than a warm meal and a quiet night.

Instead, he walks straight into a tournament.

Banners snap in the wind, armor gleams in the sun, and the crowds are thick with anticipation. Only when Geralt starts listening does the full absurdity of it sink in: this isn’t a tournament for glory or gold.

It’s a tournament for a hand in marriage.

The hand of one Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove.

Jaskier.

Geralt nearly turns around then and there. In all the years he’s known the bard, Jaskier has never once spoken fondly of marriage—let alone settling down as a respectable nobleman. Jaskier fled responsibility the way most people fled monsters. The very idea of him calmly offering himself up as a prize makes Geralt’s skin prickle.

So Geralt decides to see this nonsense for himself.

When he reaches the tournament grounds, he finds the “Viscount” holding court beneath silken canopies, smiling prettily, laughing at the right moments, waving to the crowd. At first glance, it’s Jaskier—same hair, same familiar face.

But something is wrong.

Geralt knows Jaskier. Knows the tilt of his grin, the spark behind his eyes, the way he fills a space without even trying. This man is a flawless imitation, polished and hollow all at once.

That’s not him.

Whatever is wearing Jaskier’s face, it isn’t the bard Geralt knows.

Which leaves only one option.

Geralt enters the tournament.

Officially, he’s just another contender seeking glory and a noble hand. Unofficially, he’s hunting answers—and whatever has happened to the real Jaskier.

And if he has to win the whole damned thing to uncover the truth?

So be it.

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Recently, Jaskier had been visiting his family in Lettenhove for his cousin Ferrant’s upcoming birthday. It should have been dull, predictable—full of polite smiles, too much wine, and the familiar weight of expectations.

Instead, the dreams started.

They were strange and vivid, bleeding into his waking hours. No matter where he went, Jaskier kept seeing the same white-haired man during the day—a figure that appeared without warning and vanished just as easily. No one else ever seemed to notice him.

If Jaskier were losing his mind, that would be the worst possible outcome. He could already imagine it: his parents seizing on his “hysteria” as an excuse to keep him locked away in Lettenhove forever, safe, quiet, and utterly miserable.

So Jaskier decided to ignore the strange man only he could see.

This plan would have worked far better if the man would stop trying to talk to him.

Years ago, Geralt had passed through Lettenhove and made a terrible mistake. He’d been cursed—his soul torn from his body and condemned to wander the estate grounds, unseen and unheard. Geralt was certain his body was still somewhere in Lettenhove. If he could find it, perhaps the curse could be broken.

All he needed was help.

Unfortunately for Jaskier, the Viscount-turned-bard happened to be the first living person with the ability to see Geralt’s ghost.

And Geralt had no intention of letting him pretend otherwise.