#werewolf jaskier

[samstree]

“Really? No fangs?” Jaskier pouts. “What kind of a werewolf curse was this?”

“Lycanthropy hits everyone differently.”

Geralt hums as Jaskier dresses against the sunrise, still pale from being in wolf form all night.

Well, wolf is an overstatement.

The curse turned Jaskier into a very fluffy, not-at-all-menacing lap puppy with soft brown fur. With large, scared eyes and cuddly tendencies. He was trembling until Geralt held him close and murmured gentle things.

“What a shame,” Jaskier sighs, disappointed.

Geralt resists the urge to pet the brown hair that he now knows to be soft.

“Yeah,” he answers. “A shame.”

[geraskierficrecs]

An Offer You Can't Refuse Update!

Hey look! I finally finished it!

Teaser:

Geralt’s lips were still cracked from the heat of the fire and they opened painfully on a near-silent word.  Immediately, Jaskier turned toward the tray of food Aiden had delivered to retrieve a bottle of water.  He gently helped Geralt raise his head from the pillow and guided the bottle to his lips, supporting him there as he drank deeply.  After a moment, Geralt turned his head away in a silent feature and Jaskier quickly set the water aside in favor of getting the alpha resettled on the pillows.

The other wolf licked his lips and attempted to clear his throat from the smoke still lining it.  “You’re here.”

Jaskier blinked, startled at the unexpected direction of Geralt’s thoughts.  He shifted his weight, trying to anticipate what Geralt meant by it.  “I…yes,” he said, “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

It was a dangerous sort of admission.  Far too close to acknowledging the bond that had been driving them together for weeks.

Geralt frowned at him and Jaskier felt his nerves turn into a wild thing, twisting and writhing within him.

He should have left while he had a chance.  He should have allowed Lambert to oversee Geralt’s healing.  Anything to avoid the rejection he knew was coming.  Anything to avoid hearing Geralt’s voice telling him to leave for good.

Jaskier leaned back to force himself to his feet, but froze when he felt Geralt’s calloused hand wrap around his wrist in a gentle shackle.  

All at once, he was terrified.  Terrified that perhaps it wasn’t love that moved within his chest each time he saw Geralt staring back at him.  That this love would become a knife twisting within his heart, sinking deeper with each new breath until death became the only release he could ever hope for.

In this moment, Geralt held the means to his destruction in a way Emhyr and Cahir never had.  A single word, a single syllable could erase every scrap of battered hope he possessed.  He stood at the precipice of calamity with one person holding on to the rope that kept him from sinking into the abyss.  He was–

Geralt’s fingers tightened around Jaskier’s fluttering heartbeat and his thumb swept over the delicate skin in a caress that made Jaskier shiver.  The alpha stared at Jaskier and his mouth shaped the word that made Jaskier’s wolf go quiet.

“Stay.”

[bananapeel5127]

Why are there so many vampire!Jaskier fics when we could be having this scruffy werewolf boy???

[innocentbi-stander]

This is it folks, my 400 follower special! 

Thank you to all of my lovely followers, I appreciate each and every one of you and you all motivate me to keep writing content!

So here we go- Werewolf!Jaskier

Jaskier is a born wolf shifter

his parents were killed by errant villagers when he was younger, so his godmother took him in to be raised with her family

His godmother is a vampire

Her family are vampires

Jaskier was raised by vampires

Because of course since we all know jaskier is destined to be a  brain cell deprived idiot no matter what form, this is only natural

It’s very much a “dog raised by cats thinks he’s also a cat” kind of situation

It helps that wolf shifters happen to be just as fast, durable, and immortal as vampires so jaskier can keep up with his vampire family

Although his godmother has done an excellent job making sure jaskier learns enough about his wolf side, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t picked up some more… feral tendencies

Geralt discovers this the first time the bard hisses at him after he made a careless comment about his outfit

There are plenty of other things jaskier has picked up from his adopted family, and geralt has spent many hours trying to figure out if the bard’s bloodlust for anyone who has spoken ill of him or geralt is a result of living with vampires or just a jaskier thing

Because jaskier is a born wolf he has a lot of control over when and where he shifts

Jaskier knows how humanity receives monsters and as a result shifts as little as possible to keep his identity hidden, even when it pains him

But around geralt it’s different

The witcher doesn’t judge jaskier, or fear the massive auburn wolf that he shifts into

Around geralt he feels normal, and not just like some freak of nature

The witcher doesn’t mind when he shifts at night beside the campfire, doesn’t mind when jaskier trots over and curls up as close as possible

He doesn’t say anything more than giving an indulgent “hmm” and burying a calloused hand in jaskier’s fur 

Geralt doesn’t blink when they’re attacked by bandits on the road and jaskier shifts to tear the men apart after one of them dared to lay a hand on his witcher

Geralt thanks jaskier quietly and washes the blood by his fur in a nearby river so gently that jaskier wants to cry

Because geralt is home in a way he’s never felt before, no matter how much he loves his adopted family he’s always going to be the odd one out but around geralt jaskier belongs

They fit together like long lost pieces of a puzzle, complement the other in unimaginable ways 

They except each other’s flaws and love them even more for it

Jaskier doesn’t have to hide around geralt, doesn’t have to worry about how weird it is to be the wolf shifter raised by vampires, and he knows geralt feels the same way

They exist, and take comfort in the presence of one another, and when geralt finally works up the nerve to ask jaskier to join him in kaer morhen for the winter jaskier doesn’t even have to think before he accepts immediately and he knows he’s got a stupid looking grin on his face

But jaskier can’t bring himself to care about making a fool of himself when geralt’s answering smile feels brighter than the afternoon sun on his skin

And everything is good

hope you enjoyed! lmk if you’d like a part 2!

[autisticgeralt]

au where theres a rumour going around that geralt of rivia, the infamous witcher, has a dog named buttercup.

which is pretty shocking, frankly, bc this guys supposed to be a terrifying witcher, why would he have a cute dog with a cute name? but both geralt and that bard following him say its true...

nobody’s ever seen the dog though, but they desperately want to, but he keeps it hidden so well, it must be a really tiny dog for him to hide it so well, and isn’t that even more ridiculous, the butcher of blaviken apparently has a tiny puppy named buttercup,

its a werewolf!jaskier au

[sugar-vs-art]

Werewolf!Jaskier, now with color!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22324975

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

[geraskierficrecs]

An Offer You Can’t Refuse Update!

New chapter here.

Teaser:

“Are you hungry?” he asked the wolf in a soft voice, “I can–”

Before he could finish the thought, a door along the hallway slammed open and a man tumbled into sight. Geralt was already moving to place himself between the threat and Jaskier before recognizing the wild eyes and terrified hope of Aiden.

The other wolf looked haggard and exhausted beyond what his enhanced senses could heal. There was blood still staining his shirt along one side and dirt streaking through his hair, but he only seemed to have eyes for the wolf at Geralt’s side. Aiden took a step forward and whined in an inhuman voice when Jaskier took a matching step away.

“Jaskier,” Aiden whispered, uncaring of the tear dripping down one cheek. “I thought…”

[geraskierficrecs]

An Offer You Can't Refuse Update!

New chapter here.

Teaser:

Cahir clenched his jaw and remained stubbornly silent.

“Let me make things very clear to you,” he drawled.  “You will die in this cell regardless of whether you talk now.”

He brought his favorite skinning knife up so Cahir could watch the way the light glinted off the metal like a promise.  

“The only thing you have control over is the speed of that death.”

“I’m not afraid of death,” Cahir said.

“Death is a kindness,” Geralt spat viciously.  Blood welled up against the claws pricking into the thin skin of Cahir’s neck.  “It would represent the end of the pain I will bring to you.  If you refuse to tell me, your suffering will be endless.”