#valskier

[whereisvaldo]

I’m so disappointed about Jaskier’s and Valdo’s backstory. They made it so cliché, boring and shallow.

But hey, at least they fucked probably.

[bambirex]

Help me flesh out an idea?

Mamma Mia AU - sort of the same plot, Jaskier has a grown-up kid, who's getting married, kid doesn't know who their other father is since Jaskier was a bit of a slut when he was younger, and invites some potential daddies to their wedding and unleashes chaos. A/B/O setting, probably.

Geralt and Radovid are obvious choices, but who should be the third candidate?

Who is the suspected third?

Yennefer (just kidding haha unless?)

Eskel

Lambert

Valdo Marx

someone else (put in the tags)

literally all of the mentioned names why limit yourself to just three

Voting ended onAug 12, 2023

[dapandapod]

So many witcher fics

Attempting to clean my master lists, so here is another pile of early witcher fics! 

These are written between 2020 and early 2021, the start of my witcher career! please enjoy!

-Fingertips Words: 1244 Jaskier is too stressed out to sleep, Geralt is brave and tries to help. Fluffy fluff fluff.

- Connecting dots Words 2981 Geralt is hit by a lying curse, and no braincells where seen that day.

- I just called to say I love you Words: Geralt is staying over at a hotel for a hunt. But he misses Jaskier something terribly, and as if he read his mind, Jaskier calls him.

- Two Pillows Word: 2098 Geralt sleeps with two pillows. One for his head and one to hold. And then Jaskier comes along.

- You bring me colors Words: 1400 When your soulmate is born, they bring colors. And when they die, the colors dissapears. There are many ways to die.

-My blue pearl Words: 1,466 Geralt is a tattoo artist and Jaskier gets an emotional tattoo. And later a date.

-Can I stay? Words: 4481 Jaskier has to stay over in Geralts flat, but there is only one bed....

-Family portrait Words: 2,323 Queen Calanthe is not a fan of hedgehogs.

-All kinds of pointy Words: 1,569 Jaskier has a temper and Geralt likes it.

-A story of catnip and Witchers Words: 1,863 Turns out catnip has certain effects on witchers.

-Prove it Words: 1,441 When provided with a floor, you dance.

-Pretty Barmaids and Evil Witchers (part 1) Words: 1,424 -Pretty Witchers and Evil Bards (part 2)Words: 1,805 There is a barmaid taking great liberites with his Geralt.

-Taste of apples Words: 716   As a podfic by @kyokotsukuyomi Smooches -Touch of home Words: 853    As a podfic by @kyokotsukuyomi Hugs -Place your smile in mine  Words: 1251 Holding of hands Jaskier asks, Geralt provides.

- Love Language Words: 1397 Jaskier thought he know how Geralt expressen affection. But it turns out there is more to learn.

-Flowers and bad ideas Words: 1,460 Jaskier sneezes and Geralt is sure he is about to die

-Everything I wanted Words: 1,169 After the mountain Jaskier is almost beaten to death. But Geralt comes for him.

-Roach!Roach my beloved!  Words: 2435 “Duck removal. Witcher wanted. Good pay.” Or - the first time Geralt meets Roach.

-Sing with me    Words: From his bedroom window, Jaskier can hear the sirens sing. He learns from them, loves them. When he comes to Oxenfurt, it takes him no time at all to see that Valdo is one of them.  mer!valdo x Jaskier

- Lady of the lake Words: Renfri needs to find a magic sword to finally end Stregobor. The lake where it is said to be hidden, she finds Yennefer instead. A mer!yennefer x renfri story

-Child of surprise Words: 2057 Roach finds herself a handsom unicorn

-A song unsung Words: 1,127 TW death “Have you ever lost someone before?” Jaskier asks. “Yes.” “Is it always this hard?”

[flowercrown-bard]

#2 for the pining prompt, any pairing you like!

Thank you!

2. Quickly sewing back the loose button of their shirt that came off at the last minute, realising that you two are extremely close.

I'm going with Valdo Marx/Jaskier for this one (@flosimo @d-andilion you might be interested?)

"You look ridiculous," Jaskier said as he tugged on the open collar of his rival's shirt - his rival, who for now unfortunately was supposed to be his duet partner. Damn the Duchess and the vagueness of her request that Jaskier should play a set with an up and coming flutist. And damn Jaskier's lack of foresight. Of course this mystery flutist turned out to be Valdo Marx. It was just Jaskier's luck. 

Marx batted his hands away and straightened his collar, attempting and failing to conceal the empty space where a button had just popped off. It only made it stand out more. 

"Stop that," he hissed, disgruntled. "It's not my fault the Duchess gave me this doublet without asking for my measurements first."

Jaskier opened his mouth to make a quip about Valdo's measurements, but no sound left his lips. Unvoluntarily, his eyes drifted from Valdo's face to his exposed collar bone and then lower. Valdo had filled out nicely since they had last seen each other. He looked softer than he had back then. Healthier. Like being held by him would feel lovely. Clearly, life at court had treated Valdo kindly. Jaskier still remembered how haggard he had been back at the academy, unable to eat more than strictly necessary, whenever he got stressed. Valdo must have spent these past years with a mind resting at ease at the prospect of a secure future. 

Without wanting to, Jaskier wondered what it would be like, if he just stayed here at this court with Valdo. If he too would find security and happiness in this life. 

Happiness looked good on Valdo. As did the open collar. 

Jaskier cleared his throat and closed the space between them again. 

"I will very much not stop it," he shot back belatedly. "I refuse to perform with someone looking so… so…" beautiful, his treacherous mind supplied and his heart stumbled, "disheveled. Scandalous. You look like you just stumbled out of someone's bed."

Alright, it was just about time that Jaskier stopped rambling before he lost all control over his words. Even more importantly, he had to put a stop to his thoughts that were running wild, imagining what Valdo would be like being with Valdo now. If it would resemble the tension filled trysts of their youth or if it would be something softer. 

He frowned, when Valdo snorted.

"You'd know about looking scandalous," Valdo said. "Your collar is opened wider than mine."

"Yes, but for me it's a choice." Jaskier narrowed his eyes at the buttonhole. Then he let go of Valdo's collar and turned towards his packs. "I can't have you looking like that. It would distract from me."

Behind him, Valdo muttered something that Jaskier couldn't understand. Years ago, Jaskier would have assumed it was some cutting remark about his looks or a taunt about his out of tune singing being distracting enough, but Valdo's voice lacked any bite.

Finally finding the thread and needle Jaskier had been looking for, he turned back. 

"What -" Valdo began and took a step away from Jaskier, who strode forward with a needle at the ready and a determined frown on his brow. Valdo broke off, when Jaskier grabbed his collar once more. "Oh."

Valdo stiffened, standing still as a marble statue, as Jaskier began to sow the button back on. 

From this close, Jaskier could see his throat bobbing nervously. 

"You - have learned some useful skills out there after all," Valdo said, clearly attempting to give his voice the sneer of a backhanded compliment, but it fell flat. After a pause, he added more quietly, "Thank you." 

"Don't mention it," Jaskier said. Because if Valdo thanked him again or kept using that soft tone on him, Jaskier would not be able to get his heart back under control in time for their performance. He could not afford messing up in front of the Duchess. And as much as he wad loathe to admit it, he liked the idea of failing in front of Valdo even less. 

He smoothed over Valdo's collar, letting his touch linger a little more than necessary. The embroidery of the fabric felt pleasant beneath his fingertips, but he itched to pull it aside and run his hands over the smooth chest beneath instead. 

Tearing his eyes away, he looked up - and straight at Valdo's lips. 

Had he been this close the entire time? 

"Jaskier…" 

Valdo's tongue darted out to wet his lips. Jaskier couldn't tear his eyes away. He felt himself drifting closer, closer -

With a bang, the door flew open and the two bards flew apart. With a frantically beating heart, Jaskier looked to the door, where a page gave them a decidedly unimpressed look. 

"My lady sent me to fetch you," she said. "Your performance is supposed to start any minute." 

"Of course," Valdo said smoothly. Jaskier simply nodded his assent, not trusting his voice to come out even have as controlled. 

He stole a glance at Valdo, who's cheeks were dusted with red. 

"Shall we?" Valdo asked and held his hand out for Jaskier, who stared at it. "Time for you to show me what else you learned in the time we were apart."

"Oh I learned some interesting things, alright," Jaskier said with a suggestive smirk. 

As he placed his hand in his duet partner's outstretched hand, he thought to himself, most importantly I learned that I might have been wrong about you after all. 

[jaskierswolf]

Panda's Hug Prompts!

So because of who I am... I encouraged @dapandapod to said me a prompt for every single number on this hug prompt list. So I believe that deserves it's own masterlist! Some of them are doubled up but I'm very excited to finish all these up! Some of thse I couldn't find the tumblr links (hellsite) for but the whole set is on AO3

clinging hug

all encompassing hug - Geralt & Ciri

awkward hug - Vesemir and Geralt (Art)

comforting hug - Geraskier

jumping into a hug - Gerlion

pat on the back - Lambskier

hug from behind

hug where Person A is sitting and Person B is standing - Lambden

the hug that feels like home - Geraskier

one armed hug - Valskier

hugs from parent or guardian - Vesemir and Geralt (Art)

Burying your head in someone’s neck - Gerlion

the hug to hide your tears - Geraskier

bear hug - Geralt & Ciri (feat Jaskier)

glomp hug - Geraskier

cheek to cheek - Geraskier

the goodbye hug - Geraskier

tight and desperate - Gerlion

chaste hug - Dara/Ciri

formal hug - Geraskier

one-sided hug - Tissaia & Stregobor

can’t stop yourself from hugging - Dandelion & Essi

sitting in lap hug - Jaskilion

wanting to hug but your ignored - Gerlion

lying on chest, listening to heartbeat - Gerlion

exhausted hug - Geraskilion

the hug you didn’t know you needed - Jaskden

the hug you don’t deserve - Gerlion

group hug - Lambskier

cuddle puddle - Yenfri

swaying side to side whilst hugging -Geralt & Ciri - Geraskier

hugging a pillow because you wish it were someone else - Geraskier

the hug from that one person who is allowed to hug you - Geraskier

hug to prevent a fight - Valskier

hug after a fight - Lambden

I thought you were dead hug - Gerlion

I almost fell but you caught me - Valskier

bridal style hug - Geraskier

spinning around in the air hug - Yenfri

post-nightmare hug - Trissefer

Hugging someone’s legs - Yennefer & CIri (Art)

Laughing so much you just fell against each other and are now hugging oops - Geraskier

[d-andilion]

mornings

another prompt for @whataboutthebard!

prompt: wuv - bundled up

(valskier, T/M, modern au, established relationship, fluff, mild horniness, playing it a little loose with the prompt today, 1.2k, read on ao3)

Mornings have never really been Jaskier’s forte. Back at Oxenfurt, he wouldn’t be caught dead in a class that started before 11:00 AM, and he’s still the university’s unofficial reigning all-nighter champion. The real world blasphemously required him to be up at a “reasonable” time most days, so he tried to keep weekend plans to afternoon hours where they belonged. He wasn’t sure which of his friends suggested they all go for an early breakfast on a Saturday, but whoever it was was getting a stern talking to.

The very naked boyfriend Jaskier found sprawled out between him and the alarm clock was the only reason the squealing device didn’t wind up smashed against a wall. That, and the way the sheets rucked up to expose Valdo’s thigh as he reached for the clock sucked every single thought, destructive or otherwise, out of Jaskier’s head. A few sleepy smiles later, Jaskier found himself bundled up in a mess of blankets and limbs, tracing paths over that pale skin with his mouth.

Then Valdo slipped his long fingers into Jaskier’s hair, flashed him a sly smile, and uttered fighting words: “I can’t decide if your obsession with my legs is cute or creepy.”

Jaskier tore his lips away from Valdo’s thigh with a squawk. “I am not obsessed with them!”

“Don’t whine,” said Valdo, seemingly unphased by his baseless accusations. “I said it might be cute. In fact, I’m almost sure it is. At least fifty percent cute.”

“I’m not obsessed.” He wasn’t. “I pay acceptable and completely understandable homage to a lovely pair of appendages that just so happen to be connected to your torso.”

Valdo wrinkled his nose. “Appendages? Not sexy, Julian.”

“I’m not trying to be sexy, I’m defending my honor!”

It might be true that Jaskier tended to give Valdo’s legs a little extra attention, but to call him obsessed was overstating things. So what if he never missed an opportunity to lavish Valdo’s thighs with kisses? Valdo enjoyed that every bit as much as Jaskier did; Jaskier could catch Valdo running his fingers over the marks left behind days later. And if Jaskier’s brain short-circuited every time Valdo’s legs wrapped around his waist, how could he possibly be blamed? It wasn’t his fault Valdo was an insatiable minx, was it?

Valdo chuckled at him. Chuckled. “You’re allowed to be obsessed with me, love. I would have preferred it be for my eyes or something, but this works too.”

Jaskier definitely was obsessed with Valdo’s gorgeous brown eyes, but that was a conversation for a later date. “You know what?” Jaskier said, crawling up over his boyfriend with a hand planted on either side of Valdo’s head. “it’s your fault I’m obsessed with them.”

“So you admit it?”

“Shut up.”

Valdo giggled up at him and, in full service of the completely valid point Jaskier was about to make, wrapped his legs firmly around Jaskier’s waist. If Jaskier briefly—briefly!—forgot what he was about to say, no one would ever be able to prove it.

“It’s your fault,” Jaskier continued, “because they’re a mile long each, unreasonably muscular for someone who does no physical labor—”

“I run!” Valdo cried, swatting Jaskier’s arm.

Jaskier plowed on. “And the first thing you do when I’m within range is entrap me in them! What was I supposed to do?”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, dear one.” Valdo’s tone was smug with victory, but his pale cheeks had gone pink.

Jaskier dipped down for a kiss that became two and three, and he lost interest in counting after that. Valdo licked into his mouth. His arms wound around Jaskier’s neck, pulling him down to press Valdo into the mattress. Then the little tease turned his head with a grin and let Jaskier’s next kiss fall messily onto his cheek.

“We have to get up,” said Valdo breathlessly. Jaskier ducked to kiss his neck, featherlight.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Breakfast with our friends, recall?”

Jaskier sighed mightily and let his full weight crush his boyfriend for a moment in revenge, earning him a groan and a pinch to his shoulder. “Fine,” he grumbled. Valdo detangled himself to let Jaskier roll off and out of bed.

“Can I borrow something?” asked Jaskier, making a B-line for the chair in the corner of Valdo’s bedroom piled high with clean but unfolded laundry.

“If you must,” said Valdo, sounding very put-upon.

“Shut up,” Jaskier replied throwing a grin over his shoulder. Valdo’s eyes were notably watching his ass, as they often did whenever Jaskier turned around, but of course they weren’t going to talk about that little obsession. “I know you love me wearing your clothes.”

Valdo sniffed pompously. “I will neither confirm nor deny that.”

Jaskier laughed and continued to dig around in the pile for something to wear. He knew he’d left a few shirts here and at least one pair of jeans, but they were all mysteriously absent. There was no point checking the closet. Valdo only bothered to put away his nice clothes; all the others were either in the chair or in the dirty hamper.

“You could leave things here if you wanted,” said Valdo from the bed. His tone had changed but Jaskier couldn’t quite pin it down. More serious, maybe? Jaskier couldn’t think what about.

“I leave plenty of things here,” Jaskier replied without turning around. “You just never wash them.”

“I’m your boyfriend, not a laundry service.”

Jaskier snorted. “I think it’s reasonable to expect you to wash my clothes if you’re the one wearing them.”

“I do not do that.”

“You absolutely do.”

“Irrelevant.” Valdo sighed heavily and Jaskier heard the blankets rustling. “Anyway, that’s not what I mean.”

“Oh?”

There was a short pause. “You could leave more things here. Like… the rest of your wardrobe. Maybe.”

Jaskier’s brow furrowed for a moment. Why would he leave all his clothes here? That didn’t even make sense. Then the realization hit him and he spun around so quickly, he almost toppled over, stark naked with one of Valdo’s hoodies in hand.

Valdo looked a bit like he was trying to hide, at least as much as someone of his height was capable of hiding in an otherwise empty bed. He’d sat up against the headboard, knees brought up to his chest and the duvet pulled over his shoulders. A head of disastrously messy curls atop a pile of blankets. It was adorable. Jaskier dropped the hoodie he was holding and sat down on the side of the bed.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Jaskier asked. His heart hammered away in his chest. Jaskier was pretty sure he knew what was going on, but he wanted to be sure. He wanted Valdo to say yes. Because then Jaskier could say yes.

“Depends,” Valdo muttered. The covers shifted over his knees like he was fidgeting. Valdo rarely fidgeted.

“On what?”

“On your answer.”

Jaskier smiled so wide, his cheeks ached. He grabbed Valdo’s face with both hands and kissed him with a comically loud smack. “Yes!”

Valdo let out a bark of nervous laughter that turned real and warm, especially when Jaskier yanked him down onto the bed by his ankles and climbed back on top of him, kissing every inch of skin available.

“What about breakfast?” asked Valdo, but the intention behind it was weak. His legs were already back around Jaskier’s waist, and he made no move to let go.

Jaskier kissed the side of Valdo’s neck and the point of his jaw and the apple of his cheek. “We were going to be late anyway.”

Mornings were still terrible, Jaskier wanted that on record. But maybe they wouldn’t be as terrible if they all started out like this.

~~

w.a.t.b. masterlist

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

May I humbly request 37 for Valskier? 💕

I've shipped them ever since the Valdo blog. I simply feel like I have no choice but to requist more Valdo content. I live for it.

Valdo hears the news that morning, whispered words between students as he passes them in the hallway.

Professor Pankratz has returned. No, there was an accident— the witcher— some hunt, but—

He only catches snippets. But snippets are enough, and by the time he’s made his way through an increasingly distracted seminar he’s vibrating with anxiety. He cancels the next, waving away the students crowded around his door without even looking at them, and hurries towards the Professors' quarters.

By the time he’s in the courtyard, he’s running.

He doesn’t pause in the entryway, ignoring the porter who calls after him. He knows the way to Jaskier’s rooms as well as he knows the way to his own, and his feet lead him there automatically. He takes the stairs two at a time, strides down the corridor, pushes open the door—still unlocked, like it always is—and flies inside.

There’s a shape in the bed, curled beneath the covers. The room is still and cold. Valdo doesn’t think, scrambling forwards, throwing himself down beside the prone form with his heart in his mouth.

“Jaskier—”

It’s barely more than a whisper— a choked gasp. His hands flutter over Jaskier’s shoulders, over his chest. He looks whole, but Valdo knows better than to judge on initial appearances, especially if magic is involved.

“Fuck, Julian!”

Jaskier’s eyes snap open. He frowns, eyes adjusting. “Valdo?”

“Are you okay? I heard— shit, Jaskier, I heard you were back, that there was an accident…”

Jaskier’s frown melds into a soft, sleepy smile.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “with my horse. Useless bloody creature. It twisted an ankle near Denesle. I’ve been walking since yesterday evening.”

“Oh. Hence why—”

“Hence why I was having a restful and lovely sleep, until you disturbed me, Marx.”

“Fuck.”

Jaskier rolls lazily onto his back to properly face him. “Maybe later,” he says.

Valdo can feel himself flush. Jaskier grins a little wider, then pulls back the covers.

“Join me?” He says.

Valdo doesn’t need asking twice. He kicks off his boots, shrugs out of his doublet and slides beneath the coverlet beside Jaskier, his bare skin bed-warmed and soft. Jaskier wraps an arm around his shoulders, and he shuffles lower until his head rests against Jaskier’s chest. He can hear Jaskier’s heartbeat, steady and sure, beating out a comforting rhythm that reminds him that he’s okay: that he’s alive, despite the life he leads.

Jaskier sniffs as he tugs him closer, already falling back asleep. In the warmth of his arms, listening to the thud of his heart, Valdo allows his eyes to slide shut.

[From this prompt list!]

[thepassifloradiscord]

Passiflora Bards Week!

Masterlist for our Servers Bards Weeks where participants had to create content featuring two or more bards! I'm thrilled that we had some real rarepairs from the games thrown in here as well!

AO3 Collection Here

Livy - @resident-lambert-hoe - Masterlist

Holding Hands - Essi Daven/Priscilla - AO3/Tumblr

The Flying Fish - Valdo/Adrien de Roulou - AO3/Tumblr

Cravats and Lilies - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr

U-haul - Essi/Priscilla - AO3/Tumblr

Pampering - Essi/Priscilla - AO3/Tumblr

Lexi - @d-andilion

Professional Conduct - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr

Forever - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr

This Means War - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr

Whispered In the Dark - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr

Sorry I'm Late - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr

Imagine It - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr

Missing You - Valskier - Tumblr

Aikori - @drabble-me-this

The Best Part of Breaking up (is your friends getting petty revenge) - Gen - AO3/Tumblr

Carry The Weight - Essi/Priscilla, Gen - AO3/Tumblr (Collab with @officerjennie)

The League of Extrordinary Bards - Gen - AO3/Fic/Art (collab with @jaskierswolf)

If You Want Something Done Right... - Gen - AO3/Tumblr

Wolfie - @jaskierswolf

Devotion - Jaskilion - AO3/Fic/Art (collab with Aikori)

Most Beloved Rival - Valskier- AO3/Tumblr

Pillow Princess - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr

A Fairy Tale for Ending for Us - Jaskilion - AO3/Tumblr

One Day More - Jaskilion - AO3/Fic/Art (Collab with @dama-art)

Others

Saudade - The Boy With a Thorn In his Side - Valskier - AO3 (with art!)

Saudade and OfficerJennie - For times, they are a-changin' - gen - AO3/Art

Saudade - Remember, today you're enough - Essi/Priscilla - AO3

@kueble and @dapandapod - Perfect Day - Jaskilion - AO3/Fic/Art

Kueble - Blessed Silence - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr

@spacecores - Jaskilion - Art

Rience_Fire_Fucker - Novigrad Hospitality Gascoigne/Victor/Geralt - AO3 (Dead Dove)

@dapandapod - Work For it - Valskier - AO3

Panda - Ruin Me - Valdo/Jaskilion - AO3

@taender-kisses - Petals in the Storm - Essi/Jaskier - AO3

DeadDoveCollector - Priscillia/Dandelion - AO3 (collab with @witcherslittledove)

@officerjennie - it's not hiding, it's strategically not looking at the screen - Jaskilion - Tumblr

Officerjennie - No Other way - Valskier - Tumblr

@flawney - gen - art