Well I was on TikTok today and the video was if you wrote a book and two siblings were on opposite sides of the war and they faced each other what would they say?
Sent this to my lovable bestie/ co-worker and they told me to post it on Tumblr so I'm sorry blame @raerae132
Jaskier stared at his older sister fighting for the enemy he saw the moment his sister eyes widened in recognition "I'll take on the bard" His sister yelled voice filled with false spite "Ready for a round of play fighting little brother" He felt his sister voice spoke gentle in his mind "Bring it on" as he grappled for his daggers the fight for a couple of moments when he heard his sister spoke aloud for the first time "Tell our parents I'm sorry all I ever wanted was for you to be protected." As She aimed her staff incorrectly a stance She showed him one explaining it was a stance begging for it to backfire onto the user "and protect your Witcher.. he has my blessing" before Jaskier could reach Her the damage was done Her eyes now soulless as she lays on the once beautiful field of flowers a smile on Her lips and tear stained cheeks as Jaskier cries over her body
Hello lovelies!
Here comes some very unedited kissing, written while at work by hand! Because that is what I do when I'm bored.
Please enjoy <3
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The thing about Belleteyn is that it is a night of love.
They had stumbled upon a village the night before the festivities were starting, in a small village close to nowhere, deep in Velen.
There are bonfires, ribbons hanging from the trees, children running around laughing, young couples holding hands jumping over pits of coals.
And then there is Jaskier.
He sits on a chair, plucking on the strings of his lute, singing a love song for the couples gathered around him. His eyes are on the ground, firelight making him look almost golden in the darkness.
Nobody is watching him.
Nobody is reaching for him. They are all wrapped up in each other, which is all fine, Geralt wouldn't want it any other way.
But Jaskier is... well... He is not supposed to be alone. He is supposed to be loved and cherished, appreciated and.... and Geralt is in trouble.
He himself is standing by another fire, a cup of something strong pressed into his hand, eyes trained on his bard.
There is something in him that is drawn to Jaskier. Like a moth to a flame, and he will be consumed with his beauty if he comes to close.
But still, he draws nearer.
Another song, the couples pleads, and Jaskier gives them a smile that to them seems perfectly happy. To Geralt, it looks strained.
You see, not two weeks ago, late at night and deep in their cups, Geralt got too close to the flame. They had stumbled into each other, laughing and giggling and trying to steady themselves against a wall, when Geralt... kissed him.
Just once. Quickly, a peck on the lips.
There and gone again, and by the time he had realized he had slipped, had fucked up, Jaskier was giving him a complicated look.
What is a drunkard to do? He pretended nothing happened, playing it off, how he doesn't even remember anymore, he just remembered that moment of lips pressed against lips.
And now he remembers it again.
Almost as if Jaskier stepped right out of his memories, suddenly the bard stands right in front of him. Looking up at him with a soft questioning smile, stealing the cup from his hand.
"You drinking that?" Jaskier asks, taking a big gulp of the drink anyway without waiting for a reply, then scrunches his nose. "Mothers, that is strong!"
The cup is being pressed back into his hand, but Geralt barely notices.
He's too close again, too close to that edge. This night is meant for love.
His bard is meant to be loved.
He can't stop staring, can't stop trying to read every little move Jaskier makes. He wants to listen to his heartbeat, but the yelling and singing is too loud.
Then there is a hand on his elbow, squeezing lightly, and Geralt returns to the moment again.
"You alright there, my friend?" Jaskier asks, frowning now. Geralt doesn't remember what he did with the cup, maybe he just dropped it, he doesn't care, but he finds his hands on Jaskier's sides.
"Jaskier." He says softly, taking one step closer.
There it is again. That complicated look that Jaskier gave him last time.
"Are you drunk?" Jaskier asks, now holding onto Geralt's elbows with both hands, like he is holding himself steady.
"No." Geralt says, and with a gentle hand guides them backwards into the shadow, backing Jaskier up against a tree.
All the while his grip is loose, allowing this to stop at any moment.
But the way Jaskier is holding on to him, the way his eyes are locked on Geralt's, the way his fingers are digging into his arms, and then how he allows himself to be pushed up against that tree, stretching his neck to bring their faces closer.
Geralt takes his time leaning in, slowly, watching Jaskier watch him, making sure that this is welcome.
The first kiss is chaste.
An echo of what he did two weeks ago.
They look at each other again, lips parted and only inches apart.
The second kiss is more. Geralt captures Jaskier's lips, tastes them, before leaning back, but Jaskier doesn't let him go far.
One hand slides up against the side of his face, tilting Geralt's head so that their lips fit together seamlessly.
The other can't seem to decide where it wants to go, it slides up his arm, his shoulder, down his chest, around his back, and Geralt presses into him.
He wants to smile, he wants to laugh, but he doesn't want to break this, doesn't want to stop kissing his bard.
There is a hint of that strong drink on his lips, so he licks at it, and Jaskier licks him right back, the tip of their tongues tasting each other.
That does have him smiling, and Jaskier kisses him once more before he too stop to smile.
"What?" He asks, rubbing their noses together, upper lips touching and dragging against each other.
Geralt kisses him again, just because he can, before he replies.
"Just you." He confesses, because it is a confession. "Always you."
The sound Jaskier makes before he is kissing Geralt again, it sounds like a combination of a groan and a whimper.
"You can't just say that!" Jaskier complains when he draws back and Geralt smiles again, eyes closed but heart flayed wide open.
"I can't say your name?"
"You didn't."
"Jaskier."
"Stop."
"Jaskier."
"I can't-"
"Jaskier."
"Fuck, Geralt."
Jaskier's voice wavers, his fingers curling as they hold on tighter, pressing closer. One more kiss, and then they are more or less just holding each other, leaning back against the tree.
The sounds of the festivities return slowly, the crackling of fire, the laughs and the songs.
"This better not be because of Belleteyn." Jaskier mumbles into his neck, and Geralt hums back.
"If I kiss you tomorrow, will you believe me it's not?"
Jaskier draws in a breath, gripping Geralt tighter. Maybe Geralt wasn't the only one drawn to the flame of whatever this is.
"Kiss me every day, and I might start to belive it." Jaskier decides.
Geralt hums again and presses a nip and a kiss into the soft skin of Jaskier's neck.
"I can do that." He decides, shifting so that he can reach Jaskier's lips again.
It is addictive, how they feel under his, what it does to him every time Jaskier kisses him back. Addictive how Jaskier sighs, presses closer, holding on as if this is a dream and he is about to wake up.
Geralt feels the same.
Because tonight is a night of love. And here is Jaskier, in his arms.
Loved.
Today is a special day: it's the anniversary of all the pages we opened, dedicated to our sweet couple, Geraskier.
Three years ago me and my best friend saw the first season of The Witcher.
We fell in love almost instantly with Geralt and Jaskier together and then she had the best idea and asked: "oh wow, they are very cute, I love them, how about opening a page about them?" and so we did ❤️
We didn't think so many people could follow us, love our works and share their thoughts and happiness, making us happy too.
We didn't think this journey could be so full of beautiful things, not to be here, three years later, happy and still in love with these two idiots and this beautiful page.
Everyone of you is cared for, and we can't thank you enough.
Thank you for being here, for your support, for being the best fans we could ask for and for being in with these two idiots after all this time and supporting us on doing the same ❤️
Thank you. Happy anniversary, Geraskier. Happy Annyversary to you. Happy Anniversary to us ❤️
- Sunny & Glass
ALL I NEED IS TO SEE GERALTS REACTION TO BURN BUTCHER BURN I WANT TO SEE JASKIER AFTER THEY MADE UP SINGING HIS HEART OUT WHILE GERLAT JUST SITS IN THE CORNER SWEATING WITH PEOPLE IN THE TAVERN GIVING HIM THE JAKE GYLLENHAAL TREATMENT
I took part in a Jaskier Mini Bang fan works event and collaborated with the AO3 writer entropicsaudade on their wonderful story exploring the idea of Jaskier having Bipolar Disorder and how he and the people close to him would experience his distress and recovery and his highs and lows in a time period before our modern day knowledge of mental health and how to treat it
I found it very cathartic to create the illustrations for this story and I used my own experiences of dissociation and fighting the voices and inner battles to express the emotions of Jaskier, Geralt, Lambert and Vesemir in my images.
You can read the story at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42042648
You can see all the illustrations on my blog link below
I took part in a Jaskier Mini Bang fan works event and collaborated with the AO3 writer entropicsaudade on their wonderful story exploring t
TW/CW: The story and images depict self harm and simulated blood and skin cutting
