So I am pretty sure that evil!Jaskier will be kinda important in season 3 of the Witcher. So what if we end up in a standoff situation. Like the whole gang is there and evil!Jaskier and even Geralt can fully trust his instincts. Unless he kisses Jaskier. It happened once when they were both absolutely drunk. And Geralt don't remember anything from that night expect the kiss between him and Jaskie, he let go of everything and just went with it.
So he grabs the one he thinks is his true Jaskier and kisses him. Just like in that one night and if he is the true Jaskier we will be able to let go of everything, cause not even the passionate kisses with Yennefer weren't able to create this kind of feeling.
so yeah ....sorry i guess and marry Christmas btw ✨
I've been struck by an absolutely, genuinely, cursed idea:
What if Fae!Jaskier was evil? And I don’t mean he used to be evil, and is repenting, or is being controlled by someone evil, or made a mistake and accidentally did something bad,,,, I mean genuinely, deliberately, evil. I'm shitty at writing but this could be angsty as hell.
Something real bad happens, all seems lost for the gang, Yennefer and Ciri have been taken, Geralt can't find his Witcher family, it's just him and Jaskier left, desperate to save their friends.
As a last ditch effort, they come up with a complicated and likely doomed-to-fail plan, involving Geralt telling Fae!Jaskier his true name.
So he agrees, Jaskier asks him if he's sure, because this can't be reversed. I can't unknown your name, from the moment you tell me I will own you and it's a gift I can not return. Are you sure you trust me with this?
And of course the answer is yes. Geralt doesn’t even hesitate. He thinks for a second, he would be perfectly comfortable telling Jaskier his name even if they weren't trying to save their friends. Even if it was just a normal day. But that's a revelation for another time, they have more important things to worry about now.
And he gives Jaskier his name. The one his mother gave him, before he started calling himself Geralt of Rivia. He whispers it in Jaskier’s ear and holds his breath, waiting for an odd feeling, a sensation, anything.
But he feels the same. And he relaxes.
Jaskier leans back, a serene smile on his face. His eyes are brighter than Geralt has ever seen, and he seems far calmer than he should be, his teeth are too sharp, his nails grow to talons.
Slight doubt creeps into Geralt’s mind, but he pushes it away, Fae are meant to be intimidating, they're *built* to be unnerving, but this is Jaskier, and Geralt trusts him completely.
Jaskier stands, and paces calmly away, Geralt goes to follow him, hoping to get to the rescuing part of the plan as fast as possible but
"Sit." From Jaskier, whose back is still turned, forces Geralt to the floor before he even realises what's happened. He feels it now.
"Jaskier what are you..."
"Shhh"
Jaskier turns, and the smile on his face is more manic now, his eyes are wide, and seem to be dripping silver, flowers bloom in his hair, his talons grow ever longer, his teeth are razor sharp. His glamour had slipped slowly at first, but now seemed to drop all at once, and Geralt held a gasp in. He'd seen bits and pieces of Jaskier’s true form, but never all at once, never the whole thing.
Geralt is confused, but still, he trusts Jaskier, this is about trust, and love, and saving their friends, so he quells his panic, Absolutely Certain that Jaskier just wants to tell him something before they set off.
"Twenty years. Two decades. Barely a heartbeat, in the life of a fae. I honestly thought this would he harder." Jaskier says, with a raised eyebrow.
Geralt is confused, and a little scared. But he trusts Jaskier. He does. Geralt loves him and Jaskier had said as much in return. Fae can't lie. Geralt trusts him.
"Did you know, Witcher..."
(That word cuts Geralt deep, Jaskier had never called him "Witcher" before, always his name, or some stupid nickname. Never "Witcher". That was what cruel humans called him. Too filled with hatred of him to think that he could possibly have a name.)
"...that in the history of the continent, in fact, the history of Fae, none of us, have EVER, owned a Witcher? No one. I'll be the first."
Geralt is confused. He doesn’t understand. Why are they waiting around? They need to go. Jaskier needs to stop reminiscing and put his glamour back up and they NEED to go rescue their friends NOW.
But Geralt can't move. Jaskier told him to Sit.
And Geralt can't say anything. Jaskier told him to Shhh.
"I thought Witchers were supposed to be clever? Strong? But look at you. Sat at my feet, unable to move or speak. I can see the little gears in your head turning. I can see the ice creep into your pathetic little mortal heart." Jaskier drawls, amusement showing in his eyes.
Geralt flinches. He doesn’t understand. He stares at Jaskier. His eyes fill with tears. He trusts him. That's what he thinks. Over and over and over. I trust Jaskier. I love him. He loves me. I trust him.
Jaskier barks out a laugh, and Geralt’s breathing deepens. He loves me. I trust him.
"Love you? My dear Witcher. Of course I love you." Jaskier waves his hand, a gesture that Geralt registers as meaning "you can speak"
"Why?" Is all he manages to grunt out. Along with a few tears. He is not so confused anymore. Though he is still desperately clinging to the idea that he is just misunderstanding the situation. He trusts Jaskier. He loves him.
Anyone else might think Geralt meant "why do you love me?" But Jaskier knows better. Jaskier owns him, and can see into every little crevice of his mind. Jaskier knows that what Geralt actually meant was:
"Why are you doing this? What's going on? I don’t understand. I thought Fae couldn’t lie? You have to love me. You said it yourself. You cant lie."
"You are exactly right my dear. Fae can't lie. And i have never once lied to you."
That calms Geralt slightly, though too soon.
"I do love you. But I love you the same way a man loves his guard dog. Or his prize cow. Of course it helps slightly if a man's prize cow loves him in return, but unnecessary, when it comes down to it."
Geralt, who has been going steadily paler, felt his stomach drop, and his breath deepen even further, and the unshed tears pouring down his face.
And his heart shatter.
"So yes. Of course I love you, Witcher. But I have never been In Love with you. Perhaps, next time a powerful fae drops into your life, you should take care to ask more questions, hmm?"
Geralt finally understands. Everything had been a trick. A complex contract. A fae talking circles around everyone and anything and everything for two decades to get what he wanted. His very own Witcher.
He wants to be furious. He wants to spit and scream and kick. He wants to punish himself and every deity he knows the name of, for doing this to him. But he can't. He loves Jaskier. He trusts him. What else is there? What else can he do?
Jaskier laughs again, and mockingly pouts.
Grabbing Geralt’s chin, forcing his eyes to him, "So trusting," he purrs, "Though perhaps, trusting, is just a pretty word for gullible, nowadays."
Geralt doesn’t notice Jaskier’s talons slicing his chin, his cheeks, his jawline. Blood streams from his face but he can't think. He can't see he cant breath he doesn’t understand.
A smirk. "I own you. You are mine. And we are going to my court, to raise a little hell. You, Witcher, are going to do what you do best. You're going to slaughter that wench that sits on MY throne, and you're going to carve my initials into the wings of every single one of her pathetic followers."
All Geralt can do... is nod.
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It’s shittily written so feel free to like,,, expand on this but....
All I can really say is "oops" to be honest because I seem to have accidentally made myself very sad with this idea, and if I have to suffer so does everyone else. Why does my brain do me dirty like this:((((
