#geraskierweek

[mysticcoyoteart]

Title: Recovering from the Hunt

Day Number and Prompt: Day 5 Potion High and Cuddling

Artist/Author/Creator: MysticCoyoteArt

Rating: (G)

Triggers/Warnings: None @geraskierweek2021   With prompts like cuddling and potion high how could I resist combining them. I love Feral Geralt being comforted by Soft Jaskier!

[starrose17]

Prompt: #1 Soulmates for @geraskierweek

[ravenclawkward-art]

@geraskierweek​ Day 3: Protection

now I’m very concerned about what happened to Fluffy afterward. PROTECT FLUFFY.

huge thank you to @thunder-of-dragons​ for the “beta”! 

[seventfics]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: I Won’t Stop, Never Stop Loving You Author: Sevent Prompt Day: #8 Free (Drinking!) Summary: On account of his enhanced biology, Geralt's never gotten drunk. He's never really tried to before, though. Jaskier remedies that. The night goes places neither of them expected. Word Count: 4,458 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings (Vomiting)

[cursed-angelic-art]

TITLE: Siren!Jaskier

AUTHOR/ARTIST: cursed-angelica

PROMPT DAY #: 1- Soulmates

SUMMARY: “When you meet your one true love, the most beautiful song you have ever sung will spring forth from your lips”

In which Jaskier is part siren and Geralt knows enough about this particular species to know this isn’t a good sign. My attempt at geraskierweek fanart

BOOKS/NETFLIX/2002 SHOW/VIDEO GAME: Netflix Series

TRIGGERS/WARNINGS: None

RATING: G

@geraskierweek

[sherylholmes]

Until the Seas Run Dry

TITLE: Until the Seas Run Dry

AUTHOR: Sheryl_Holmes on AO3

PROMPT DAY #: 1: Soulmates

SUMMARY: Geralt’s soulmark disappears after fighting a creature, and, despite having never WANTED a soulmate, he is inexplicably enraged.  Geralt is hellbent on finding whoever or whatever has taken his soulmark from him, and somehow acquires an aggravating bard along the way.  Together, they embark on an ironic quest.  

WORD COUNT: 4830

BOOKS/NETFLIX/2002 SHOW/VIDEO GAME: Netflix (because I haven’t finished the books or the 2002 show yet, and I don’t a game console.)

TRIGGERS/WARNINGS: Language Advisory.

RATING: Teen.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: written for @geraskierweek

Excerpt:

Slinking down from a tree over the marshy water nearby, it dropped to the ground.  Geralt waited, his hand ready to reach for his sword.  In the darkness, Jaskier couldn’t possibly know what was coming nearer, crawling low in the stagnant water.  Ripples lazily uncoiled from the figure’s movements.  The moonlight barely broke through the willows, casting strange and frightening shapes onto the waterscape, onto bones half-hidden in the mud.  Mist rose to their ankles.  Jaskier’s eyes were wide yet unafraid, still unaware of what drew closer behind him.  He simply stared at this stranger he had blindly followed into the woods toward a swamp creature for no reason other than for the promise of excitement.  Geralt’s last thought before his instincts took over was that Jaskier’s inherent trust was strangely pure.

Read the rest HERE.

[myrtlewilson]

If these men want a monster to hunt, for what they did to Jaskier, Geralt will give them one.

TITLE: (Your) Beast of Burden

AUTHOR/ARTIST: myrtlewilson – both here and on AO3

PROMPT DAY #2: Monster Hunt

SUMMARY: If these men want a monster to hunt, for what they did to Jaskier, Geralt will give them one.

WORD COUNT: 3,829

TRIGGERS/WARNINGS: copious amounts of Jaskier whump and our boys thinking that the other is too good for them

RATING: General

ADDITIONAL NOTES: Funnily enough, this is not what I outlined for the Day Two prompt of "Monster Hunt" but suddenly I found myself with almost 4k words and a kinda satisfied feeling that I'd addressed the prompt enough so *bangs pots* geraskiers, come and get y'all's juice 

[between-two-fandoms]

Unseen Threats

Notes: I wrote this intending it to be a Geraskier Week fic, but it didn’t make the minimum length so I’m just posting it on here instead of on Ao3. Also, I’m still getting used to writing in Geralt’s POV so sorry if it’s bad. I guess I just relate more to the twink.

More fluffy fics to come! (and them I’m going to destroy you all with The Lion Roars Destiny). Rip to me.

Summary: Geralt watches Jaskier have a nightmare and tries to help his little lark the best he can.

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Geralt was already awake when he heard the first whimper since he didn’t need as much sleep as his bard. When the sound escaped Jaskier’s mouth it sounded like a kitten’s mew. Geralt brushed Jaskier’s hair out of his face “Jaskier,” Geralt said softly running his hand up and down his bard’s back. Surprisingly the bard jerked away from his touch, Jaskier shifted so he was positioned as far away from him as possible. Geralt tensed as Jaskier muttered,

“Geralt, no…” The witcher restricted the urge to comfort his companion. “Don’t leave me,” he couldn’t help but wince as he remembered the harsh words he shouted on the mountain. Beads of sweat began to fall down the little lark’s brow as he began to breathe heavier and heavier. Geralt was pained, all he could do was watch his lover suffer at the hands of the nightmare. These were the kinds of monsters he hated the most, the ones he couldn’t kill with a silver blade.

“Jaskier it’s okay,” Geralt spoke softly. His words didn’t seem to soothe the bard, instead his voice only seemed to make things worse. Jaskier began to shake violently as his nightmares tightened their hold on him. Despite the negative effects it had before, Geralt reached out and placed a hand on his bard’s shoulder. The second he touched Jaskier the man’s eyes shot open. Geralt could hear Jaskier’s heart beat faster as the man threw himself across the room.

“Stay away from me!” Jaskier said pulling his knees to his chin. Geralt climbed out of the bed he made sure to keep the palms of his hands pointing upwards, to show Jaskier he wasn’t a threat. “I’m a freak, stay away from me.” Jaskier continued to say as Geralt inched closer. It seemed the bard’s mind wasn’t awake yet, living his nightmare. The witcher managed to get close enough so Jaskier could see his eyes, the bard was always talking about his yellow eyes. Jaskier would say the yellow reminded him of a flower, a dandelion.

“Jaskier, you’re safe.” Geralt said slowly as Jaskier looked back at him through his terrified cerulean blue eyes. “You need to wake up Jaskier. I’m here love, and I will never leave you again.” He continued, Geralt grabbed a blanket from the bed and draped it around Jaskier’s shoulders. The bard immediately clung to the fabric, wrapping it tighter around him. The bard blinked,

“Geralt?” He asked confused, “why are we on the floor?” The witcher smiled as he wrapped his arms around his bard. “What’re you doing?” Jaskier muttered into the nape of Geralt’s neck.

“You scared me little lark,” Geralt said, and Jaskier melted at the nickname. He squeezed him tightly, “never do that again.” Jaskier muttered something about overprotective witchers.

“Thank you,” Jaskier mumbled wrapping his own arms around Geralt’s neck. “For waking me up.” Geralt smiled back at him,

“You would’ve done the same thing for me.” Jaskier smiled numbly,

“I like it when you talk.” He said as his eyes fluttered closed again. Geralt sighed as he picked up the lark and tucked him back into the bed. It was barely daybreak, and afterall, Jaskier need his sleep otherwise he would be complaining about his lack of it all day.