A blurry pic of a sketchbook page I was playing around with. The wings are from stationery paper so I did not draw them myself. But I cut them out and glued them on XD Sorry for the blurry pic but my phone camera was not behaving and I always see how blurry it is when I put it on my desktop, on my phone it looks fine Q_Q
(In the original Jaskier has a smol pp showing in the one with the flower, but I don't know how this site feels about non sexual pp so I shopped it away. Rip to the pp)
OMG I just found your works and I’ve spent legit the past like four hours reading everything but you know what it’s been a stressful day and I deserve it 😌
if you’re still taking requests, can you do a fairy jask au where jaskier meets the rest of the wolves for the first time or how geralt has to explain that,,, yeah guys I’m actually married lmao jask is actually my wife and I love him
or if you’re feeling *saucy* you could write something like geralt’s first time being sexed by jaskier 👀👀👀
sorry for the wait, dear! have a cute, fluffy first meeting with the in-laws
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Geralt gestures awkwardly to Jaskier, whose wings flutter excitedly as he gives a little wave to the gathered Witchers. Even in the chill of early winter, the fairy's eyes are bright with the warmth of spring. Geralt clears his throat and tries, somehow, to explain exactly why Jaskier has accompanied him to Kaer Morhen: "So this is, uh, my uh..."
"Your what?" Lambert asks. The youngest Wolf crosses his arms over his chest and gives Jaskier a slow once-over, eyes catching on the glittering wings. "Traveling companion? Familiar? Pet?"
"He's not my pet, you buffoon, he's my wife!" Geralt huffs.
"Your what!?" Lambert repeats.
"Yes," Vesemir steps forward. He tries (and fails) valiantly to hide his amusement. "Explain yourselves."
"He courted me for several long and frustrating months," Jaskier reaches to shake hands with his new father-in-law. "And then, eventually, completed the rituals and made me his wife. It was the best day of my life, and I'm hopelessly in love with him."
Geralt feels his cheeks heating, glad that his Witchery mutations keep him from turning bright pink in front of his family. "The entire courtship and marriage was accidental, but I couldn't be happier."
"Well then, weddings mean feasts!" Eskel cheers, clapping Vesemir and Geralt on the back with both broad hands. "I'll get cooking!"
"I'll fetch the alcohol," Lambert offers. "And you get your wifey settled."
"Yes, Geralt," Vesemir winks, "Get the wife comfortable."
"Happy wife, happy life!" Eskel calls over his shoulder as he makes his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
Geralt heaves a long-suffering sigh and Jaskier's wings flutter again, his light floral scent now brimming with joy. "I love your family!"
"Well," Geralt huffs again, picking up their bags. "Someone has to."
After a sudden kick hit of inspiration caused by @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher I drew fairy!jaskier sitting on a familiar shoulder, holding his leaf umbrella
So I’ve been seeing quite some fairy!Jaskier lately and I saw Ratatouille yesterday so you probably know where this is going. But what if fairy!Jaskier controls Geralt by pulling certain strings of his hair? Would that be fucked up or what?
Summary: Geralt has been watching Yennefer through her window for weeks now. Jaskier flew ahead to scope it out tonight, and now Geralt’s fairy is doing time behind golden bars.
Word Count: 1,623
(In which young Geralt is Peter Pan, the lost boys are all witchers, fairy!Jaskier is his chattering Tinkerbell, and young Yennefer is the mysterious Wendy.)
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“You are one insane little girl.” Jaskier huffed, his wings twittering irritably on his back as the fairy fluttered about, trying to find a weak spot within his new prison. The golden bird cage seemed perfectly sturdy, unfortunately. “Mentally deranged, in fact. Completely off your rocker!”
“Hmm.” Yennefer gave him a predatory grin, for an eerie moment sounding like Geralt. “Could an insane person do this?” She pushed the side of the cage with her finger, making it sway.
“Yes! Indubitably- indefinitely?” Jaskier cursed his own lack of focus. “You cannot lock me up. Young lady, if you’re even a lady at all, I demand you release me at once!”
Yennefer huffed. “And why on earth would I, pixie, when all you’ve done in chant school yard insults in my direction?”
Jaskier felt his face turning very, very red, and forced himself to try and calm down. He couldn’t let his temper get the best of him, not when this child was holding all the cards.
“Now now, let’s be reasonable.” Jaskier hovered to the middle of the cage, crossing his arms to look stern. It never worked on the lost boys, but perhaps girls were different. “I am a very important fairy, darling. Without me, the very essence of nature would be thrown entirely off balance. Centuries in the making, gone! Poof! I certainly wouldn’t want that to rest on your young conscience, knowing you single-handedly destroyed the world.”
“I don’t have a conscience.” She teased.
“Of course you don’t.” Jaskier muttered. He fluttered up closer to her end of the cage again, glaring. “I’m serious, you know. 100%, total collapse of the earth, entirely in your hands. Ooooor, you open this measly little door, let one harmless fairy go free, and BAM! Savior of the world, right before me. Oh, wouldn’t that be wonderful? You could save everyone, wow, what an honor!”
Yennefer didn’t seem keen to take his deal. Even worse, she didn’t seem to be paying any attention to Jaskier, instead staring out the window.
The music-talent fairy couldn’t make sense of it; here was a child who has successfully caught a fairy, possibly the first to do so, and she wasn’t even interested in the actual fairy? What? Jaskier knew it couldn’t be about him personally, after all he was a sight to behold. A wonderful conversationalist as well (when not trapped in a cage), and though Geralt would never admit it Jaskier knew he made a delightful companion.
“...alright.” Jaskier sighed, knowing his curiosity could get him into trouble. “I’ll bear this burden, address the elephant in the room. What is it you want with me, hmm? I can’t grant wishes, not really my specialty, music’s really my passion but you don’t seem like the lullaby type-”
“You’re with the flying boy.” Yennefer cut him off, once again glancing his way.
...oh.
It wasn’t a question, but Jaskier answered anyway. “Well I’m certainly not with anyone now.” He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Strictly speaking, Geralt was meant to be a secret. Of course, so was all of fairy kind, but clearly that ship had sailed.
“Don’t play coy.” Yennefer rolled her eyes. “It’s unbefitting. He’ll come for you, of that I’m certain.”
And- well, she had a point. Jaskier had to hand it to her, it wasn’t a bad plan. Geralt may take pleasure in telling Jaskier off, but Jaskier knew the boy cared for him deep down in that stone heart of his. After all, it was Jaskier who had first found Geralt, the first lost boy, helping him settle on the island before they both discovered more abandoned children to bring to neverland. Jaskier was constantly flitting by his side, ever since Geralt first united the boys under one name: The Witchers.
But, sadly, despite their history, Jaskier knew when Geralt came it wouldn’t be for him.
“And if he doesn’t?” Jaskier asked bitterly. “Plan on keeping me behind golden bars until I starve to death? I won’t make it easy on you, mind you, my death will be slow and painful and vocal, I assure you.”
Yennefer considered this for a moment. “I suppose I’ll just have to transfer you to a jar, then. Put you out of your misery when the air runs out.”
Despite the teasing glint in her eye, her blatant comment made Jaskier turn furious. His chittering rose to such a high pitch that to Yennefer’s ears his swearing sounded more like tinkling bells. The young girl laughed, amused at his plight.
In all the commotion, a light breeze at the window went unnoticed, a figure with glowing eyes floating in to stand on the windowsill. He cleared his throat, immediately pulling all attention to himself. The young boy was dressed in dark rags, white hair tugged out of his face.
Yennefer let out a gasp in awe, appearing almost reverent. “You’re here.”
“You took my fairy.” Geralt jutted his chin towards the cage, and Jaskier ignored the pleased warmth that came with that title.
“True.” Yennefer admitted. “But I assure you, your firefly is unharmed.”
“Hmm.” Geralt’s face betrayed no emotion as Jaskier’s voice went too high to hear again.
“Mouthy, isn’t he?” Yennefer tilted her head, glancing at the fairy. “Don’t know how you haven’t gone deaf.”
Geralt’s lip twitched, clearly torn on how to respond. “...I’ve no idea.”
“Geralt!”
Geralt sighed at Jaskier’s indignant response. “Release him.”
The girl stood up, crossing her arms and coming closer to Geralt. “No manners? Perhaps think you can give me orders because I’m a little girl?”
Geralt wisely said nothing.
“Or perhaps you think it’s alright to come peer into my window when I’m sleeping.” Yennefer squinted at him with a knowing eye. “How long have you been watching me sleep, witcher?”
“Mmm.” Geralt looked displeased with where this was going.
“Hope you enjoyed the view.” Yennefer moved her hands to her hips. “But I think it’s only fair I get some repayment, I know fathers who have beat boys for doing less to their daughters. Not that mine would give a damn, of course, but a lady deserves her secrets.”
“I hardly think it’s fair recompensation, my life for his adolescent tendencies!” Jaskier called out, completely neglecting all the times Geralt had to save him after Jaskier’s own wandering eyes got them in trouble.
Geralt growled in his direction, clearly embarrassed.
“I won’t keep your fairy, boy, not to worry.” Yennefer patted Geralt’s cheek, making the lost boy flinch away from the unexpected contact. It had been years since someone had touched him so, even in jest. “I only ask for one favor.”
“What’s the favor?” Geralt asked.
“Teach me to fly.” Yennefer glanced out the window. “So I can escape this life.”
Jaskier and Geralt shared a look, glancing around the elegant nursery. They had met plenty of abandoned or neglected children on the streets, but in such a lavish home?
“You’d miss this life.” Geralt murmured.
“Don’t speak for me as if you know a thing about my life.” Yennefer snapped. “My choices are my own. I won’t stay where I’m not wanted, no matter the golden trim. My parents play a charade I want no part of and they’ve made it clear my less vocal siblings are preferred. I will start anew on my own terms.”
“Or you’ll die on the streets.” Jaskier piped up. “Starving, freezing, perhaps abandoned on a bench. Only so much pixie dust to go around, really, before you end up in the middle of nowhere. At least here it’s safe with a luxury pillow beneath your head.”
“Jaskier.” Geralt issued in a warning tone.
Yennefer ignored the musician’s squabblings, narrowing in on one fact in particular. “Pixie dust?” She glanced between them. “Is that the secret to how you fly?”
Geralt let out a long sigh. “No. And yes. It’s … complicated.”
“Then perhaps you should un-complicate it.” Yennefer challenged. “Or I’ll simply push you off and learn by observation.”
Geralt raised an eyebrow in a gesture that clearly stated ‘I’d like to see you try.’ Yennefer stared him down, the two clearly caught in a silent match for dominance.
“Let Jaskier out.” Geralt was the one to break their silence. “Only then.”
“Say please.” Yennefer challenged.
Geralt stayed quiet.
“Oh Geralt, come on!” Jaskier threw his arms out. “It’s one word, we’re so close- give the crazy child what she wants?”
Geralt’s jaw tensed, his teeth gritted. “...please.”
Yennefer smirked in triumph, sauntering over to the cage. “And I thought manners killed witchers. Perhaps you’re not all uncivilized urchins.”
The moment Jaskier was free he zoomed over to Geralt’s side, tugging at the boy’s hair. “Alright, we did it, time to go!”
Geralt looked at him as though he’d gone mad. “Jaskier, she let you go. I need to help her.”
“She also kidnapped me.” Jaskier hissed, clearly still peeved to be in the nursery at all.
“And you both spied on me first.” Yennefer frowned. “We can play the blame game all night.”
“No need.” Geralt brushed Jaskier to the side, easily stepping towards Yennefer. “I’ll teach you to fly.”
Jaskier felt his heart shattering, watching Geralt so casually pass him by. This was his big fear, the reason he had flown ahead to try and lock the nursery window. Geralt had fallen head over heels for Yennefer the past few nights and that was before she was even awake. Now Geralt continued to take her side, even when she proved herself to be a dangerous fairy-napper.
The music fairy huffed, sliding down to sulk atop the bookshelf. With his luck, Geralt would want to do something reckless like invite the girl back to neverland.
A fluffy prompt for you! Fairy Jaskier 🧚♂️ attending his first human festival with Geralt. Geralt indulging his little wife's curiosity and letting him try treats and sweets.
this is really cute and I had some good news this morning so... let's do it!
tw: none, this is a fluffy au only
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Geralt hears Jaskier chiming excitedly from just behind the curtain of his hair; no doubt his little wife's sweet face is peering out from between the strands to watch the passing crowds go by.
They'd decided to stop in a large village just outside Novigrad for the Beltane Festival, Jaskier's first foray into human celebrations, and Geralt was almost as excited as his spouse. He quietly purchased a flower-patterned sweetcake and a vial of non-offensive floral perfume while the fairy was distracted and tucked them into his belt-pouch.
"Come along, darling," he rumbles quietly. "We'll need to find a place to stay before all the decent rooms are gone."
Jaskier chimes his agreement and they make for the nearest inn.
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"My sweet Geralt!" Jaskier cries, throwing his hands up to cover his face. The Witcher gently circles Jaskier's thin wrists with his hands and pulls them away. He releases one arm in order to tilt his wife's chin up with his finger, locking their gazes together. Sun-bent amber and cornflower blue meeting with equal intensity.
"I love to see you blush, my love."
"Geralt," the fairy whines.
"Oh! I got you some gifts, as is the tradition," the Witcher says, pulling the cake and perfume from his pouch. Jaskier's wings flutter and he flushes an even lovelier shade of peony pink.
"I didn't get you anything in return," he apologizes.
Geralt cups Jaskier's jaw softly in his warm, broad palm. It's so smooth, like flower petals, and the Witcher inhales the happy magic in his wife's gentle scent. Just before he presses their lips together for a long and breath-stealing kiss, Geralt murmurs, "Your love is more than enough for me."
