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I’m weak, my love, and I am wanting If this is the path I must trudge I’ll welcome my sentence Give to you my panence Garrother, jury an judge
But the story is this She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss 💔
a little drawing to show my love for amazing story by @yoursummerfrost - you’re only brave in the moonlight (stay til sunrise) in which Jaskier and Geralt are roommates, who pine very beautifully
Why haven’t i seen this yet… I love this soo much… Your art is soo awesome 💕
Could I possibly prompt some feral buffskier? Or inhuman Jaskier? :D Congrats on 3K!!!
Thanks for sending in a prompt! I decided to explore some nonhuman Jaskier that’s fully feral. I haven’t seen a whole lot of nonhuman Jaskier stories using Celtic mythology so I’m going to be a little self indulgent for this, but I hope you like it! (Bonus points if you can guess what Jaskier is before it’s revealed!)
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The sound of a fight stirs him from his slumber.
Even trickling through the still waters of his lake, the sound of flesh meeting flesh is unmistakable. As is the soft, gritted noise of pain.
He shifts, body fluid and inky black as the waters around him. The water parts like a lover before him and he revels in the familiar sensation of power and control. These are his waters. His home.
So why was someone hunting in his territory?
Another sound--a scuffle and another grunt of effort--and Jaskier scents blood in the air, beginning to seep into the shallow waters on the shore. He drifts closer, the predator inside of him writhed beneath his skin. Eager. His mouth opened to run the tastes over his tongue as the water passed through the gills at his neck.
At the surface, he was careful not to create any ripples that might give away his presence, but he needn’t have bothered.
Two muscular forms were rolling across the ground at the shore sending mud flying and breaking the rushes that grew there. His ears pricked, equine head rising up out of the waterline when he saw the flash of steel dart through the air to land among the bushes farther back. Humanoid features twisted in a grimace of pain that matched the scream of triumph from the creature atop the warrior.
He didn’t need to scent the fire and ash in the air to know what beast was hunting so close to his home. Caorthannach, his lips shaped on a subvocal growl. A creature of heat and anguish that reveled in the agonies of others, relishing violence for violence’s sake. It never tired. All it knew was hunger and the desire to spread its own fury and pain into others.
Even worse, it had attracted a Witcher.
Okay, but imagine Geralt's brothers discovering a whole new side of Geralt thanks to Jaskier?
They're on the path again, after a long winter at Kaer Morhen and they're stopping at Oxenfurt. Geralt is supposed to meet Jaskier there. They all heard of Geralt's human lover, the well-known bard who praises Witchers in his songs. They already liked him, just for that. But they couldn't imagine how could such a lively and cheerful bard be in a relationship with Geralt. Geralt was mostly cold and distant, even to his brothers, whom he loved very much.
"Poor thing must be chasing Geralt around all day, begging for attention" Eskel snorted while they were untying their things from the horses. "You can get more affection from a horse, than you can get from Geralt". "Maybe he's impassive, too" Coen suggested. "I highly doubt that".
Geralt was standing a few feet away, concentrated on brushing Roach and ignoring their conversation. The chatter was cut off by sudden, high pitched exclaim.
"Geralt!"
The brothers looked up at the smiling bard, dressed in red, with a lute strapped to his back. The bard was grinning and looked totally unfazed by the presence of three other Witchers, which surprised them a little.
But what surprised them most was Geralt's reaction.
Geralt dropped his brush and launched at the bard, picking him up in the air and swinging him once. Jaskier giggled in his embrace, wrapping his arms around the Witcher's neck. Geralt lowered Jaskier back to the ground and tangled his fingers in Jaskier's hair, bringing him into a deep kiss. The bard smiled into the kiss and kept smiling as Geralt pulled away. "I missed you" Geralt muttered, staring at his lover's face. Jaskier stroked his cheek with his thumb. "I missed you too, dear". They spoke in hushed voices, but the other Witchers could still hear them.
They stared in shock as Geralt held Jaskier close, smiling at him softly. Jaskier turned his head to look at them. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your brothers?"
"You'll get to know them at dinner. After a day, you'll get tired of them".
"Now that's just fucking rude" Eskel frowned. "Yeah, you goddamn bastard" Lambert spat. "He has a point, though" Coen said with a cheeky smile, taking a step forward and extending his hand. "I'm Coen".
Jaskier smiled at him and shook his hand. "Jaskier, pleasure".
After exchanging names and a few words, the brothers watched Geralt as he led Jaskier into the tavern. The Witcher had an arm wrapped around Jaskier's waist and Jaskier leaned his head against Geralt's shoulder.
Coen turned to Eskel with a raised eyebrow. "The poor bard must be chasing him, huh?"
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"Lambert? Why are you eating your breakfast outside?"
"Because those two twinks there can't keep their hands off each other. Why do I need to see that? For fuck's sake, a hundred years of Geralt being an apathetic son of a bitch and all it took to break that image was some dumb bard".
"Pfft, you're just jealous".
Jaskier: as your best friend-
Geralt: we are not friends
winter at Kaer Morhen
Lambert and Aiden: *making out in the corner*
Jaskier: who's that?
Geralt: that's Lambert's best friend Aiden
Jaskier: okay, we've gotta talk about you definition of friends
Lambert: Geralt, I’m on a totally heterosexual revenge quest to bring honor to my dead friend, Aiden, who was the best man I’ve ever known.
Geralt: Sounds super straight, I’m in.
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Shoutout to my beta @geraskier-hell and @choulatte for brainstorming with me about this drabble :D
After taking down a group of drowners, Geralt put away his silver sword with a huff. The prince he was supposed to bring back to the main town was still casually standing a few meters away, ogling at him like he was a piece of meat.
He was used to it. Humans perceived him as a freak or a muscle container, and at this point, he was okay with both. Although, this prince named Jaskier was different. He was perceptive, yet chatty and clumsy. He easily picked up on the fact that Geralt had been a witcher when he ‘saved’ him from the tower.
To his knowledge, Jaskier had been living in a secluded castle for the past couple of years. Had he been cast out? Did he choose this life himself? Did he suddenly have to come back for urgent business? Geralt didn’t know, and he was fine with that, always wanting to keep himself neutral in human affairs.
“That was magnificent,” Jaskier chirped, wide smile stretching across his cheeks.
Another thing Geralt had noticed was that Jaskier was honest and rather expressive in the way he held himself. This, this was what Geralt wasn’t used to. When non-witchers were nice to him, he still smelled the stench of fear on them. Jaskier was rather strange. He talked freely about whatever came to his mind, much to Geralt’s annoyance, and even touched the witcher like he had been his long lost friend.
Geralt hadn’t been hugged in months, maybe even years. He didn’t like to dwell on it.
After three weeks on the road, Geralt had found Jaskier whispering to a bird on his shoulder, a grin curling on his lips once the witcher made it back to camp.
“Found more wood, did ya?” Jaskier smiled, a pink hue coloring his cheeks in the midsummer sun, and was that a freckle on his top lip?
Geralt shook his head, putting the logs down near the fire. Jaskier was different, and he did even stranger things to the witcher’s head.
A week before they were supposed to reach the settlement where Geralt had picked up the quest, Jaskier put his head on Geralt’s shoulder when they were sitting in front of the fire.
Flinching involuntarily, Geralt tried not to think too much of it. Maybe Jaskier had had too much wine to drink. That would explain the crimson cheeks and red ears, Geralt thought, gaze lingering on Jaskier’s soft features.
When Jaskier peeked up through his eyelashes, Geralt was quick to avert his stare back to the crackling fire, blaming it for the rush of heat that spread through his chest, and an undeniable sweet smell of dandelions filled his nostrils. Jaskier smelled like flowers and honey, mixed with red wine on nights like this.
“You’re hard to read. You know that, witcher?” Jaskier said lazily, sly smile curling on his lips as he nuzzled his head against Geralt’s shoulder.
“So I’ve heard,” Geralt said, throat feeling dry. He took another swig of red wine. “And it’s Geralt.”
Two days later Jaskier explained his real name was Julian. “It didn’t really feel like me, so I changed it,” the brunet said casually over dinner. That was also something Geralt had noticed. Jaskier liked to bring up new topics over dinner or when the sun was starting to set.
Geralt didn’t think much of it.
“What’s your actual name?”
Geralt looked at Jaskier out of the corner of his eye, roasting a piece of meat on the fire with a raised brow. “Geralt.”
“Ah, I see.” Jaskier looked disappointed for a moment before his face settled back into its usual beaming smile. “Well then, Geralt, how about another round of that sweet wine we brought along?”
With a huff, Geralt shook his head and filled Jaskier’s mug to the brim.
The night ended with Jaskier’s head lying on his lap, looking as if he was fast asleep before he sat up and looked at the witcher right in the eyes. “Do you see in the dark with those?”
“Definitely not if you poke them.” Geralt took Jaskier’s prodding hand between his palms. This time, there was no denying the rush of heat that coursed through his chest and the sound of Jaskier’s heart beating loudly in his ribcage.
Another thing Geralt had noticed about Jaskier was that the brunet was bold. He had never quite met someone like him before; sweet, caring, yet upfront about what he wanted, and Geralt had a hunch about what Jaskier was after at that moment when he twisted the front of his hunting attire.
Without a word, Geralt let him press their lips together. They both tasted like wine, and Jaskier’s lips were a little chapped but soft and pliant, and his voice sounded like music to Geralt’s ears when a soft chuckle left his lips.
The next day, Jaskier had set his heart on riding Roach ‘as a prize for their journey together’.
Geralt barked out a laugh at that. “Not a chance.”
“Oh come on, darling witcher.” Jaskier nudged him in the side. “For old times’ sake?”
“We’ve known each other for a month,” Geralt argued back, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Alright, then I must ask for something in return,” Jaskier said determinedly, straightening his back when he stopped Geralt in his movements and swiftly stood in front of him. “What do you say?”
“Fine.” Geralt rolled his eyes, putting Roach to a halt.
A grin curled on Jaskier’s lips. “What’s your name?”
“Geralt,” the witcher said, sighing as Jaskier prompted him to continue by putting his hands on his hips. “Geralt of Rivia. Happy now?”
“Overjoyed,” Jaskier beamed. “I need to know my companion’s name after all.”
“Right.” Geralt raised a brow at him but continued in his steps nonetheless. Jaskier was an odd fellow, Geralt thought, eyes widening when he felt his medallion hum.
A shiver ran down his spine as he heard wings unfurl behind him. “Jaskier?”
Merlin
3x09 “Love in the Time of Dragons”
Arthur // Gaius & Alice
Jaskier from The Witcher for SixFanarts
Geralt regrets parting ways with Jaskier after the mountain, realizes he has feelings for him and decides to find him.
He finds Jaskier in a small town by Oxenfurt, the bard stares at him in shock. Geralt doesn't know how to apologize with words, so he shows his regret with something he feels more comfortable with- and kisses Jaskier.
Jaskier complies at first, melting into the kiss, before pushing Geralt away.
Geralt:
Jaskier: Oh no, no, no. If we're doing this, we're doing it my way. I saw the way you treated our friendship and dear gods. So listen here, you big himbo- first you will properly apologize, with words, and promise to work on you nasty outbursts. And also, bring me flowers.
Geralt: Why do you need flowers?
Jaskier: I don't need flowers, I need you to bring me flowers.
Geralt: Okay.
*the next day*
Geralt *bringing Jaskier a clump of weeds with an improvised ribbon*: I swear I searched the whole damn forest, I didn't find any fucking flowers. Also, I'm sorry for... For... Y'know.
Jaskier, tearing up: Oh, Geralt! I knew you had a romantic side in you!
Arthur wants his flowers
Or Merlin’s “flower”?
Yennefer: Okay, Jaskier. Your turn. Bed, wed and behead?
Jaskier: Geralt.
Yennefer: But you're supposed to give three names.
Jaskier: I know
The first commission (of oh my god 15. I don’t know when to say no) is for Chuck! Who wanted to see a sleepy Crowley being carried back to the cottage by Aziraphale. He’s worked very hard, he deserves a rest 💕
Geralt: A path of a Witcher is no place for a bard. You will face death everyday, hideous monsters, even more hideous people who will hate you because you're with me. You will walk hundreds of miles, sleep on the forest floor, eat whatever we could find and bathe in a stream, if we're lucky to find one at least once a week.
18 yo Jaskier imaging a shirtless Geralt bathing in a stream: yeah cool where do i sign
Geralt: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.
Jaskier: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!
Geralt, panicked: No! Four to five—
Jaskier, holding Geralt tightly: TOO LATE.
Geralt and Roach in Rare Species (1.06)
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