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bitsandbobsofwriting · 3 years

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I noticed you like the witcher and was wondering if you ever considered writing a merthur witcher!au with a Witcher Arthur who is tasked with hunting magical creatures (and being conflicted between which ones truly deserve the sword and which ones were cursed due to other circumstances) and a bamf not to mention snarky openly a sorcerer Merlin? I just think that would be neat lol

Ok. So. I normally hate AUs and Especially crossover AUs but this.... is incredible. I've tweaked it a lot to keep as close to canon as possible though, hope that's cool (I know you said openly magical Merlin but my mind kinda ran away from me with this one😅)!

I'm thinking the ONLY thing Witcher-y about this universe is that Witchers and monsters (and magic) exist. None of the places/wars/background characters are real (maybe Geralt and Jaskier will make a cameo but probably not).

So maybe when Arthur is born and Igraine dies, Uther is SET on raising a magic hating, magic killing machine, and the best way to do that?? Have him turned into a Witcher. Literally warriors with the SOLE purpose of killing monsters (and if Uther sees all magic users as monster as well, then who in Camelot is gonna correct him?) So he ships him off to Witcher school as a new born (school of the Bear, obviously) and tells them to do what they want to him, as long as he comes out capable of great violence, will do what he is told, and is returned when he comes of age.

Maybe the Bears try to keep him? Arthur is one of their Cubs, and Uther is obviously a terrible father with terrible morals and even worse motives, but Uther shows up a year after Arthur comes of age with an army. They may be Witchers, but there are few of them, and they don't stand a chance.

So Arthur is returned to Camelot as the Famed Witcher Prince, given control of the knights, and told to hop to. (Uther also banishes him from EVER using his signs, because it's a little too close to magic for his comfort.) Camelot's army becomes almost impossible to beat, because though they may not physically be Witchers, they're trained like Witchers, and that goes a long way on the battlefield.

The round table knights come along (Leon's always been there and is oddly protective of The Witcher Prince. But Gwaine and Lancelot (both of whom have met Merlin outside of Camelot before) and Elyan and Percival show up) and... Arthur is extremely fond of them in a way he doesn't even really understand. But he's a Witcher, nothing but a killer, so he struggles to connect with them. But of all the knights he has, they're the only ones that really try? Leon makes sure he looks after himself and Elyan asks about his weapons and Gwaine takes the piss and Percival and Lancelot treat him so softly he doesn't know what to do with it. And none of them are scared of him. Everyone's scared of him. His adopted sister can barely look at him (though he gets the feeling that it's pity and well as fear), the councilmen are terrified, the people he's meant to be protecting are scared of him. Even Uther is afraid that one day Arthur will break from his control.

And then Merlin shows up (a few years later than in canon) and Lance and Gwaine are excited to see him so... he can't be that bad, if two of his favourite people love him. And Merlin isn't scared of him either. And though something about the man feels... off (Uther confiscated his medallion because it was in the same vein as Witcher signs: too close to magic he couldn't control or explain) he's nice, and funny, but also doesn't put up with his shit. (Merlin is definitely the Jaskier to Arthur's Geralt). They clash a lot at first, in the same way that Arthur and Gwaine used to clash before they began to understand each other. And then they become besties and Merlin is usually the one to make Arthur smile and comforts him when he starts to hate his eyes or his scars or his stupid silver sword.

Arthur confesses to him late one night that Camelot doesn't feel like his home, that he hates his father for what he did; not for sending him away, but for bringing him back again. Condemning him to hundreds of years on the throne of a Kingdom who would kill him if he weren't the Prince, who killed his clan and and hates the other schools and forces him to kill people who are are only slightly different to him. In fact, if another Witcher wandered into the Kingdom, Uther would probably have Arthur kill them for being a magic wielding feral monster. He also confesses that whilst half the monsters he kills, the Drowners and the hags and the Alghouls, actually deserve it, the rest... the far away Griffins that live in peace, and the Cockatrice that was hiding in it's cave and hurting no one, and the Unicorn that Witchers normally don't kill anyway, the sorcerers who dare to just exist... they don't deserve it. And he kills them anyway because that's what he's built to do. And then Merlin tells him it isn't. Merlin is the first person in his entire time in Camelot who tells him he isn't built to kill, but he's built to protect, built to lead as well, if that's what he wants. He reveals his own magic and Arthur is beyond touched that Merlin would trust him of all people with this. Merlin explains that whilst it might be Arthur's destiny to rule Albion and bring magic back and undo what Uther did, if he wants to run away right now, to never think about destiny again, Merlin will go with him. And the knights probably would to.

ANYWAY I GOT WAY TOO INTO THAT!!! This is DEFINTIELY going on The List in the next update!!

#witcher #bbc merlin #merlin witcher crossover #crossover #witcher!arthur #merthur #prompt #witcher signs #witcher medallion #send requests #send asks #asks #requests #i LOVE this #i love YOU

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fawnnbinary · 2 years

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I do have some questions for the Ren fair Au too though. Like do Jaskier and Geralt have any bits (separately or together) that they like to play with guests.

- SF Anon

This is a great one!! The answer is yes and no, kinda!

Individually, Geralt does not, he tends to prefer not doing much that actually interacts with guests because he's better at playing off his coworkers/family, his character is a heel at the start and can get a lot of shit from people who know the story and want to be part of it (and are shitty to him because of it), and he just,,, gets very exhausted by guests. By people.

Jaskier has a lot of them though, and his favorite is to target people obviously come in as bards/carrying instruments, and challenging them to a bit of a musical duel! Whoever gets more applause for their performance wins! (but he always slips them ticket for a treat/drink after - Buttercup never wants anyone to leave a show unhappy :))

Together though, there's a sort of... tradition! Once a year there's a little contest at one of those sort of Strength Test games, to beat the White Wolf. One year, Buttercup offers his hand in marriage to anyone who can beat his Witcher - and it becomes the prize to be won.

Unfortunately for the guests, no one has ever beat the White Wolf :)

#miles.ask #miles.au #ren faire au #streamer fan anon #doodles #jaskier

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abluescarfonwaston · 4 years

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I love BAMF Jaskier but I do think there's something incredibly appealing about the subtext message of Dandelion (in the books for sure, kinda in the games) and Hexer Jaskier's friendships with Geralt.

Best I can tell they are Not helpful. They usually make situations worse for Geralt. Causing him 'hardship and trouble' for no good reason.

Geralt has to carry Hexer Jaskier when they lose their horses because he's not physically fit. None of them can fight. All of them make the valley of flowers situation Worse. I haven't noted a time when any of their advanced educations helps them advance the plot in any meaningful way. Netflix Geralt calling him a Shit shoveler Is Not wrong if we assume Netflix Jaskier is similar in this regard.

And yet. Their Geralts love them. Not because they are useful in bandaging them up, or fighting or even because they bring in money. (Hexer Jaskier is Consistently broke)

Those Geralts love them because they're friends. Because Dandelion is someone to talk with. Someone who cares about him, treats him like a person, and doesn't want him to be alone.

That's it. Their friendship says you don't have to be useful or helpful or powerful to be incredibly important to someone. Sometimes just being their friend is more than enough.

#jaskier #geralt #geraskier #the Witcher #the hexer #Dandelion #Im over here stuck in the duality of man #i want Jaskier to be kickass and immortal #and i want him to be a weak fragile human who is loved both because of and in spite of that fact #Dandelion do you have a minute?#for you my friend? always #I just think theres something incredibly moving about that #I cause him nothing but pain and trouble #Yes. but youve kept him from being alone. and that outways all the trouble in the world #sorry in a analysis headspace today which i know is less interesting

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writinglizards · 3 years

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I don't know if you only reblogged it for the meme, bcs valid if yes. but i am kinda curious why you think that Geralt and Jaskier would have a unhealthy relationship? like i mean totally depending on the au but in general i see more like loving neurodiverse hand in loving neurodiverse with lots of tension but also understanding bcs of it

Ah. Honestly, I think it depends a lot on what set of canon you're looking at/drawing from, but thinking about netflix canon (since that's what most of the fandom is familiar with): The surface level portrayal of Geralt and Jaskier's relationship is...not great.

Geralt, as shown on screen, is not a good friend in most cases. He's actively pushing people away, he's dismissive, he is, quite frankly, mean. And he's meant to be! Blah blah protecting others from himself crap, but that doesn't mean he should treat those around him like shit, either. Jaskier, as the only "friend" he's shown with, bears a lot of the brunt. You can spend a lot of time reading into that and explaining why Geralt's reactions are what they are and how they actually show he cares, but the point is, surface level without reading into it? He's a dick.

Jaskier is...not much better. Again, as shown on screen, he seems MOSTLY interested in what Geralt can do for him: inspire him, protect him, earn him coin (via his songs). This is without reading into it, of course. You can argue that Jaskier is deeply fond of Geralt and doing what he's doing to clear his name, etc, but again, surface level without that fandom close reading? Not the kind of person you want to be spending a super whole lot of time with. I'm pretty sure he'd leave you (and probably Geralt) behind and scramble out a window if that was his best option at the time.

All this to say: neither of these men handle interpersonal relationships well and would be AWFUL at communicating wants and needs in an actual relationship. It would be prickly at best, actively toxic at worst.

I want to disclaimer here and say I honestly don't care much for the show, I think it leaves a lot to be desired, and building a good foundational relationship between Geralt and Jaskier is one of them. I read them romanticlly and frequently do the heavy lifting in my fics to try and make their relationship better, but I also draw a lot from the games and the books where Geralt and Dandelion's relationship is MUCH better fleshed out and a little more clearly mutually beneficial. But Netflix and their interpretation of their relationship can take a long walk off a short pier.

#reader reviews #like most media if you set aside the fandom goggles these characters are horrifically flat #a lot of the work fandom does is taking a grain of 'this could be good' and building it out #and that is the ENTIRETY of geralt and jaskiers relationship #ESPECIALLY if youre looking to the netflix series as your main source of canon #and thats my soapbox for the day! thank u for coming to my tedtalk #twn wank

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toss-a-coin-to-your-bard · 3 years

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@itssomekindofheaven ohh this interesting 🤔

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost

Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh

What do I stand for? What do I stand for?

Most nights, I don't know anymore

This is the ultimate post-mountain breakup song for Jaskier to belt out. He still sings generic pro witcher stuff but this would be a new hit that doesn't point to Geralt directly.

Eskel sees him perform this in the first season Jaskier sings the song (so the emotions are fresh af) and wants to thank him afterward for his good work for all witchers. Especially wolf witchers lmao and Jaskier hurts but is also positively surprised how this witcher can communicate better than a certain white wolf...

They don't travel together at first but kinda gravitate towards each other over the summer - how they always meet idk but it happens and hmmm

Maybe shit happens and Eskel decides fuck it and takes jaskier with him to the keep come winter. Jaskier heals and keeps Eskels company to evade Geralt and after some heightened emotions were had they become confidantes. Eskel knows Geralt's reaction best of all in the keep (even better than Jaskier) so he can help them mediate a new friendship.

In this the Jaskier/Eskel happens by accident. Not accidental per se, it's just unplanned and neither witcher not bard strictly intended for that to happen lmao

Am I projecting by wanting them to be a mix of ace/pan? Yeah but it is still ace week; let me have this little treat 🥺

Ciri adores Jaskier btw so he HAS TO come back next winter. He writes her so many poems while he's on the path to give her some insides on the outside world.

Eskel takes care of the (his) bard differently on the path and is more social then Geralt. His problems stem mainly from the fear his scar elicits and that's something Jaskier can help overcome by showing how unscary this witcher can be.

So many shenanigans. And even more laughter. Eskel stops for animals on the wayside and Jaskier stops for flowers (Scorpion likes Jaskiers choices in flowers and eats many a flower crown).

Just. Let them have some happiness please

#i talk #asked and answered #tysm for the ask <3 #aaaaa this IS a fairly solid plot bunny #i know okay #im thinking about it

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slightlycrunchy · 3 years

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For the prompts, can you please do “how bad is it?” “It’s bad” for the witcher?

Ooooh this one was fun, pepper. Send me prompts!

900~ words, Rated T, blood and injury, referenced torture, starvation, hallucinations, geralt & jaskier, hurt no comfort kinda…see tags

He doesn’t know the day it first happens, his only evidence of passed time the dirt on his skin, the blood under his nails. Numbers mean nothing now. He lost track somewhere after twenty.

What he does know is that he smiles for the first time in what feels like ages, when it does.

“Jaskier.”

The relief feels wrong, stretched across his cheeks, like a child just doing it for the first time.

“Geralt…” He coughs, after the word scrapes out of his disused throat. They haven’t given him water in...a while. The smile reappears as he catches his breath. Geralt steps closer.

“What have they done to you, bard?” Geralt says with a voice so soft...so calm. Jaskier’s racing heart can’t help but try to match it, the galloping in his chest soothed in a way that makes him ache. His wrists chafe as he instinctively tries to reach out for his witcher, fresh blood seeping from mangled sores. He hardly notices.

His friend is here. Geralt is here.

He doesn’t seem to mind that Jaskier can’t talk much, his energy waning already with the change of routine.

They come in the morning, he thinks, and feed him stale bread, his only meal of the day. Sometimes water is splashed into his open mouth, hands useless above his head as he kneels on broken knees that he tries not to move against rough cobblestone. Sometimes he can’t help it though. They make him reach for every drop--and by god, he’ll reach. He gave up his pride long ago, letting it fall to the floor with each splatter of his own blood. He would beg if they asked.

He could beg now, too. But Geralt doesn’t ask this of him.

Touches to his face, his neck, fingers that scrape away tacky strands at his forehead feel cool on his flushed skin. Roughened palms cradle his face, bringing Jaskier’s clouded eyes to look up into concerned gold.

Still, Jaskier smiles.

“How bad is it, bard?” Geralt asks, thumb caressing a too-sharp cheek.

He would have lied, before. To appear weak in front of Geralt has always been one of his least favorite things, his need to prove himself a feverish desire.

But that was before--when he was Jaskier and not Nilfgaard’s plaything, the reason he is here fading as each day passes. He thinks it might be important, the why, but for the life of him he can’t grasp it. His hands hurt too much, he thinks wryly. Always making jokes, Julian, he can hear his mother say. He hasn’t thought of her in a long time.

His grin widens. “It’s bad, witcher,” he rasps. “All of it.” He feels his eyes drooping, his shoulders folding in and putting an unbearable amount of pressure onto his joints, hands far too numb for his wrists to take the brunt anymore. That scares him, so he doesn’t think about it. Is it time for him to sleep, yet?

Geralt hums, and every sound of it rattles Jaskier’s bones to their marrow. He feels tears behind his eyes, too dehydrated for them to form, yet they confuse him. Why is he sad, when Geralt is right here? His Geralt, his witcher?

Jaskier smiles.

Geralt’s hands are a distraction from his pain, from the hunger clawing at his belly, and he basks in it shamelessly, a soft moan escaping his lips as firm fingers comb through his hair. It is long, now, down to his bare shoulders, matted with sweat and filth but Geralt doesn’t seem to mind.

Time passes like this, something nagging at the back of his skull, insistent but held back by the pleasure of a simple, kind touch and the dehydration that ravages his body. Everything feels to be in a pleasant haze, now. He can’t remember why any of this would be a bad thing.

Until he does.

They come for him at night, he suspects, though he is unable to confirm this in the windowless cell he occupies. The lock clicks from somewhere behind Geralt, hidden by his larger body and Jaskier doesn’t dare breathe. Geralt is right here, they’ll see him, they’ll hurt him! Geralt doesn’t move an inch.

Jaskier looks on with wide eyes as two bodies walk through the heavy wooden door, boots scraping across uneven ground, and his mind races with this is it, we’re done for, Geralt is discovered--

“Ready for our hospitality, bard? It’ll be an extra treat, tonight.”

Jaskier’s mouth is held agape as the two men, soldiers, stand before him with hands held on their hips, one holding a curled whip like a snake ready to strike that Jaskier has become too familiar with.

Neither looks at Geralt. They seem to look through him, directly at Jaskier’s horrified face. Geralt...Geralt does nothing. His hands still feel featherlight on Jaskier’s skin.

“Do you…” Jaskier ventures, fear running through him even as something in his stomach drops out of his body entirely, “do you see him?”

One of the men’s eyebrows draw in tight. “See who? Are you finally losing it, you worthless piece of shit? Lost your fucking mind, have you?” he laughs, his partner joining in at the taunt.

Geralt looks on, face open and gentle as ever, and Jaskier becomes sick with it. He wishes he didn’t feel Geralt’s hands on his skin, wishes he never remembered the soft touch--

Because Geralt isn’t here. And Jaskier is all alone.

“I think I have.”

He doesn’t smile anymore.

#GERALT SAVES HIM LATER DONT WORRY #the witcher #fic #prompts #hurt/comfort #angst #asks #my writing #geraskier #geralt x jaskier

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dapandapod · 4 years

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Paaaaaanda, for the prompts lisssst, can you combine 9 with 14 for your beloved ella-la, bleeease? ❤️❤️😂

9. There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling 14. We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other

Oohoh my dear darling Ella-la, you can bet your sweet butt I can! And as per usual, it ran away from me. And I strayed from falling-for-each-other to falling-for-each-other-again….. I hope you like it!

Ao3 Rating: M Wordcount: 4481 Promptlist here!

Geralt opens the door. Outside stands a sheepish Jaskier with three big bags and a guitar case in the rain.

“Hi Geralt.” Jaskier is drenched. All his clothes are hanging off him and dripping water on the floor. “May I come in?”

As it turns out, Jaskiers apartment building had a giant water leak and his entire side of the building had to be evacuated as they repair and renovate it.

“I'm sorry I didn’t call, I know it’s late. My battery died.” Jaskier apologizes. “Thank you for letting me stay. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s fine. Go take a shower, you are dripping all over my floor.”

“Shit, yes, of course, sorry!” Jaskier hurries away and Geralt only shakes his head and smiles.

Geralt's apartment isn’t big. His living room coexists with his kitchen separated only by a table island. The walls are soft grey and are dominated by his big bookshelves and a big oil painting of a stormy sea.

His ex Yennefer bought it for him. Said it matched his “gloomy, brooding” mood. Even if she bought it as a joke he still likes it. Next to it is the door to his bedroom, and on the opposite side of the room is the bathroom where Jaskier currently is showering.

As Geralt sits down on his couch he realizes two things. The first is that his couch is small. Way too small for someone to sleep on. The second is that that means that they have to share a bed. Because he never bought an air mattress. And he never had anybody over that couldn’t sleep in his bed with him. The time they shared at college was comfortable, sure. But it was also hell. Geralt spent all that time nursing a crushing on his room mate. And Jaskier spent all that time bedding anything with two legs. One memorable time two someones with one leg each. That is a funny story and all, but it felt like he was the only one not given a chance. And Geralt knew it wasn’t a gender thing.

And then he found Yen and finally he felt like he could put that behind him. And Jaskier spent a lot of time flitting between a dude named Valdo and some chick Geralt kept referring to as the Countess. He never understood Jaskiers love for the two, but it’s put out of his mind with Yen around. It’s barely been two years since they shared that room.

The door in the bathroom clicks open and Geralt turns his head to look at Jaskier. His hair is still dripping but now his cheeks are flushed with warmth and steam is flowing out the door with him as he exits.

Ah there it is. The old flutter from the past. His heart did that thing again, where it thumped too hard but also kind of stopped. It makes him ache and it is such a familiar feeling that he clenches his fists to make it go away. He is fine. It was long ago. “Sorry, I borrowed your soap, I forgot mine in the bags.”

“It’s fine. I put your stuff in my room. We uh… we are gonna have to share my bed if you don’t want to sleep on the floor.” Geralt says as Jaskier approaches the couch. He has a towel draped over his shoulders that he dries his hair with. Jaskier plops down next to Geralt, folding his legs under him, knees bumping into Geralt. The couch really is too small. Great for snogging however.

“I don’t have a problem with it. Really, thank you Geralt.” Jaskier smiles warmly at Geralt, rubbing the towel behind his ear. “I know it’s kinda late but, did you eat yet?”

Speak of the devil, Jaskier tummy makes a loud, complaining sound. Geralt smirks.

“No, I didn’t.” he says, lifting an eyebrow.

“Excellent. Let me treat you for takeout? You really are my hero, you know.”

They eat their take outs and talk like old times. It’s frightening how quickly they click back into old routines. Jaskier do the dishes while Geralt picks out an extra blanket for bed. Going to bed is less awkward than eiter of them expected. Geralt takes his usual side on the right and Jaskier slips under the blanket on the left. Turning out the lights and exchanging goodnights and sleep-wells.

And then morning comes. Sunlight filters through the blinds on the window. A few droplets still cling to the glass. The alarm goes off and Geralt can hear a muffled protest under his chin. Soft hair tickles his nose and a leg moves against his. It’s warm, it’s comfortable, it feels nice.

Wait.

Geralt opens his eyes and finds his arms flung around Jaskier, holding him close. The alarm blares on, but Geralt ignores it. His heart is racing, his muscles tense.

Jaskier smells of his soap. In his bed. He burrows his head into Geralt's collarbone and frowns.

“Ugh. Fucking alarm.” Jaskier complaints. He leans backwards and distangles himself somewhat from Geralt. Stretching his arms upwards and yawning big, legs still touching.

“Can you pleeaasee turn that off? Or I might have to murder your phone.” Jaskier threatens, voice gravely with sleep. Silently Geralt twists back to shut up his phone, trying to calm down his nerves. He sits up and gets out of bed, mind racing. Jaskier really doesn’t seem to think this was a big deal. Should Geralt say something? Or are they going to pretend they didn��t just wake up fucking cuddling each other?!

“Are you making coffee?” Jaskier calls after him as Geralt walks over to the kitchen. “Can I have some?” Geralt only grunts as a reply, but Jaskier correctly assumes it is affirmative and he gives a thumbs up from the bed and throws his arm over his eyes.

“What time is it anyway? It feels very much like I should not be awake yet.”

“It’s 6.30.” Geralt starts the coffee maker and enjoys the smells coming from it.

“Unholy.” Jaskier sighs dramatically. “Pray tell, why are we, I, awake at this horrid hour?”

“Because I have somewhere to be in 45 minutes.”

Geralt gets back in the bedroom and opens a closet. He picks out the things he needs, a warm shirt and jeans and a wind jacket.

“Ugh. Ok. I smell you are still doing the horse thing.” Jaskier wrinkles his nose and Geralt chuckles.

“Yup.”

“Ok, so you have a reason to be awake. Why am I awake?”

“You can always go to sleep again.” Geralt shrugs and pulls off his sleeping T-shirt. Behind him he can hear Jaskier sit up.

“Yes but I did also ask for coffee. Might as well drink it.” The cool air hits Geralt's back and a shudder falls down his spine. He tries to hurry to get his shirt on but the arms just won’t cooperate and it is so cold.

“Still working out too, I see.” Jaskier remarks. Geralt turns his head to look at him, only to find Jaskier leaning on his elbow, studying Geralt's back.

“Uh.. Yeah.” Geralt replies and turns back to his evil sleeves. Finally he can untwist in and pull it over his head in a big rush, hiding from both cold and looks.

A gurgle and a beep from the kitchen announces the coffee is done and finally Jaskier gets out of bed.

They drink in comfortable silence, and then Geralt is on his way. “See you tonight!” He calls, entirely forgetting that Jaskier doesn’t have a key yet. He only remembers as he hands out the last buckets to impatient horses and has to call him.

It’s fine. It’s a saturday.

Geralt thinks about buying an air mattress. He thinks that is a reasonable thing actually, so that they don’t need to share a bed. But he doesn’t.

And again that night they go to bed facing away from each other. Geralt is pretty sure they could fit a third person in between them, that’s how far apart they are.

And again, as morning comes, he finds himself plastered against Jaskiers back. His head rests between his shoulder blades, the rest of him curled around his friend's form.

Slowly, carefully Geralt pulls back. An arm, a leg. He scoots back to his side of the bed. When did he become a cuddler?

He stares at his closet doors as the alarm goes off again. Behind him Jaskier groans.

“Again?!”

Geralt is so fucked.

Jaskier is given the spare key and when monday comes they go off to their respective duties. Geralt has his art classes at the local highschool and Jaskier his… whatever it is. It sounds like he is working in a bookstore with the occasional gig at some bar. The pattern doesn’t change however. They fall asleep looking away, and they wake up in a pile of limbs and they don’t talk about it.

The worst one yet is friday morning. When Geralt wakes up to find what torture the night brought him, Jaskier is already watching him. They lie face to face, forehead close together. Geralt scrunch up his forehead as he tries to make his eyes focus on those blue blue eyes. For once they are not touching, but Jaskier is watching him. Eyes roaming his face with open fascination.

“You said my name.” Jaskier tells him quietly. Geralt feels his face heat up.

“Did I?” Jaskier nods. “I think I dreamt you were a horse.” He says, trying to hide his embarrassment and Jaskier snorts a laugh.

“Yes, exactly like that.” Geralt teases, and Jaskier boxes him in the chest.

“You ass.” He says fondly.

“What time is it?” He asks, looking out the window. The sun is barely up, the outside world not yet awake.

“Too early. You are rubbing off on me, I would never voluntarily wake up before noon.” Rub off on. Ah. Geralt hasn't had this problem in a while. He turns on his back and pulls up his knees as he stretches to hide his... problem.

“Good. Your time to make coffee then.” Jaskier looks at him for another heartbeat, eyes roaming up and down his arms. And then he actually gets up! Second surprise of today.

“Are you going to the stables tomorrow too?” Jaskier asks from the kitchen. Geralt looks at him as he moves around the kitchen, as comfortable as he is the one living in here. Comfortable in Geralt’s space.

“In the afternoon. Gonna take Roach for a ride down by the water.”

Water pouring and the familiar gurgling from the coffee maker. Jaskier comes back into the room and lays down on the bed. On his back, looking over at Geralt.

“Sounds nice. I'm going out tonight but if you want to we can watch a movie tomorrow night?” Jaskiers blue eyes are trained on him again. He looks soft and very huggable and somehow Geralt is sad he didn’t get to touch today.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

As Saturday comes around it turns out Jaskier was in the mood for a horror movie. That never ended well before. The couch feels too cramped with the both of them so Geralt sits on the floor leaning back on the couch instead. That lets Jaskiers restless fingers make a million tiny braids in Geralt's shoulder long hair. It feels nice, familiar. But when there is a jumpscare (there always is at least one) Jaskier clenches his hand and tugs at his hair. It doesn’t hurt too bad, but heat flares up in the pit of his stomach. Fuck.

And Jaskier apologizes and smooths his hand over Geralt's hair and somehow touches his ears and Geralt is on fire.

When the monster is sneaking up on the collage girl (like it always does) Jaskier bends down and tries to hide behind Geralt. That puts his mouth very close to his neck.

Fuck indeed.

The rest of the movie is safe, but it’s too late. Geralt pretends like nothing, clamps down his feelings, his need to turn around and drag Jaskier into his lap already.

And this time when they sleep, Jaskier is curled around Geralt's back.

“Why do you always want to watch a scary movie when you can’t sleep like a normal person afterwards?” Geralt asks him in the darkness, acutely aware of Jaskiers arm over his ribs.

“It is perfectly normal to not be able to sleep after this kind of movie, Geralt.” Jaskier scoffs and cuddles closer.

There is nothing to it. Barely a week in and Geralt is well and truly back in it. Once again he is crushing on his roommate.

The week after, on a wednesday to be exact, Geralt gets a text on his lunch break.

Hello stranger it says, and he has to smile. It’s been ages since he heard from Renfri. They quickly decide to meet up after work and go take a coffee.

Like always when he meets her, it’s like they never were apart. They catch up quickly on the latest gossip and what’s going on in their respective lives. And suddenly the topic of Jaskier appears and Renfris entire attitude changes. She never really liked Jaskier. Probably because she often was the one to pick Geralt's drunk ass up when Jaskier once again found his love in someone else.

“So you are living together again?”

“Yeah. He said it would take two months until he could move back in.”

“Wow, Geralt, that is kind of a long time. Is he staying during all that time?”

Geralt only grunts and nods, he knows where this is going. “Did you get a spare bed since I was there last time?” Renfri asks pointedly over her mug. The silence speaks for itself and Renfri shakes her head.

“Really. You share a bed too?” They don’t say anything for almost a minute. Geralt knows what she thinks about it.

“Please be careful Geralt. I don’t want to see you like that again.” Renfri says quietly.

“I know. It’s not like that anymore. It’s fine. I'm over it.”

Renfri only lifts an eyebrow at him and sips at her latte.

This is not good. Not good at all. Jaskier has both arms wrapped around his waist, their bodies pressed tightly together. The puff of Jaskiers breath hits Geralt's neck and he shudders. He can’t help it, but he is hard. Helplessly hard. Jaskiers body against his own, the warmth, all the tension he felt these past weeks.

It’s still dark outside, it can’t possibly be more than three in the morning. Geralt tries to pull back, but Jaskier pulls him closer, grinds their hips together. A groan escapes his lips as he can feel Jaskiers own erection against his hip. Fuck.

There are three ways this can go. He can wake Jaskier up and do something about it. He can ignore it and hope it goes away. Or he can push out of bed at escape.

The last one wins and he frees himself abruptly from Jaskiers arms and flees into the bathroom for a sad and furious wank. He never looks back to see if Jaskier woke up.

The morning after is as awkward as expected. There is a prickle of guilt when Jaskier comes out of the bedroom. Geralt never went to bed, how could he go back in there after that? So he stayed up, sneaking around in the living room and kitchen, preparing the coming day. Jaskier comes out the bedroom door with a big yawn, hair sticking up in odd angles. It’s adorable and Geralt frowns and turns back to the dishes he is doing.

Jaskier pads right up to him and leans against his back.

“Mornin’” he gruffs out, chin pressed against Geralt's shoulder. “You’re up early.” His voice is gravely with sleep and a bit muffled against Geralt's shirt. “I am.” He agrees, putting another plate in the stand next to the sink.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Jaskier asks, nuzzling closer and putting his arms around Geralt's middle. Jaskier always was affectionate. This also happened in their room when Geralt was folding clothes, sorting books, whatever. And now as then, it makes Geralt's heart ache.

“Something like that.” he says and digs in the sink for his next prey.

Jaskier yawns again.

“Do we have any coffee?”

“Not yet.” Jaskier nods against his shoulder and pushes away to give them that sweet sweet cup of fake energy. But instead of sitting down on one of the chairs he gets back and puts his arms around Geralt again.

“ ‘m cold.” Jaskier complains.

“Then maybe you should have put on some pants?” Geralt suggests and Jaskier makes a sound of disgust.

“Excuse me sir, we don’t sleep with pants in this house.” He sounds so insulted that Geralt has to laugh. Jaskiers arms tighten around him and there is peace. The gurgling of the coffee machine, the smell of dish soap and Jaskiers arms around him.

They are a month deep in the torture when Geralt finally gets enough. He is snappy and frustrated and irritated and he can barely stand it anymore.

So he turns to Tinder. Taking the first opportunity of a date as soon as it presents itself. When he tells Jaskier he won't be home that night, that he is going on a date, he just gets a long look. He puts on his jacket and flees out the door. Ignoring the churning feeling in his chest.

Her kisses are nice. Soft. Wet. Wrong. Her nails on his back should feel good. Her legs around his hips and her voice as they collide together against her bedroom wall should make him burn. Should.

Jaskier never shows any sign of going on dates. Never mention another person, never bring anybody home.

Home is a strong word for it. It’s not Jaskiers home, it’s Geralts. But somehow it feels right to have him there. But since that date something feels off.

And Geralt can’t put the finger on why.

Geralt slowly blinks awake. His nose is buried in Jaskiers shoulder, his friend pressing him closer. Geralt finds he has one arm pressed to Jaskiers hairy chest, the other leaning on his side. Rain is falling on the window, setting a soft mood. He really, really doesn't want to let go. Jaskiers hand finds his chin and his face is tilted upwards.

For a moment they just look at each other. There is a peace, a calm, a sort of safety you only find when you are this close to somebody else.

“Hi.” Geralt manages, and Jaskier gives him the softest smile.

“Hi.” Jaskier replies, tucking Geralt's head in his shoulder again and resting his chin on the top of Geralt's head. “Just five more minutes.”

Geralt breathes in the scent of sleep and sweat and Jaskier and finds his arm snakes to Jaskiers back and pulls them just a little closer together. From above him he can feel Jaskiers exhale in his hair and a small content sound.

They stay like that for more than five minutes.

The next time he meets Renfri she takes one look at his face and sighs.

“So you’re in deep huh?”

They are spending a calm saturday afternoon together in town. They run some errands and Geralt stocks up on art supplies and they go visit the bookstore where Jaskier works. He apparently forgot his headphones, and when he goes to the backroom to fetch them Geralt looks around. He picks up a book at random and turns a few pages. Puts it back. Picks up another one.

Suddenly arms are snaking around his middle and he jumps. Jaskier laughs and leans his chin on Geralt's shoulder. “Finding anything fun?” He asks and Geralt's heart is almost beating out of his chest. He hums in reply.

“Want me to point you to the erotica section?” Jaskier laughs when Geralt splutters.

“Look at you two lovebirds flirting.” Yennefer appears among the shelves of the bookshop.

“Wasn’t flirting.” Geralt murmurs self consciously and Jaskier slowly lets go of him. Geralt misses his touch immediately.

“Suuuure.” Yen says teasingly. “Hey, what are you boys up to tonight? Want to join me and the girls in the pub?”

That actually sounds really nice and they end up in a bar with a log theme with a small dancefloor and many dark corners. The whiskey burns as it makes its way down Geralt's throat, and he looks at Triss, Yen and Jaskier dancing in the throng of people. He stays with Yen's latest conquest by the bar, a lanky guy called Chi-. Hm. Chireadan. That’s not a name he will be able to say another drink in.

“Gorgeous” Chi-something remarks looking at the three of them on the dance floor. Geralt hums his agreement, only having eyes for Jaskier. Chi-something drains his drink and nods towards the dancefloor. Fuck it. Geralt finishes his whiskey too, making a face as it burns it’s way down, and gets up. Chi-something immediately puts his hands on Yen, dancing close and kissing her deeply. Triss seems to find her own prey, a pretty little redhead pulls her off to one of those dark corners. Jaskier and Geralt face each other on the floor. Their eyes are fixed on each other as they move to the music. Drifting closer. The pulse of the beat resonates in Geralt's lungs like a second heartbeat. Then somehow Geralt's hands are on Jaskiers hips and he is pulling him closer. Jaskier never takes his eyes from him, lets his arms come up to rest on his shoulders.

Geralt's chest flutters, stutters, fights for all that it’s worth. Jaskiers eyes flick down to Geralt's mouth and up again. Licks his lips. Fuck. He can’t do this.

Geralt takes a step back, lets go of Jaskier, but Jaskier won’t let him. He grabs his wrists and leads him away. Out, as it turns out.

They walk all the way home, inside the door without a word and then, finally inside the door Jaskier turns to him.

“Geralt.” He says and Geralt's chest aches. It longs and it wants and it needs and Jaskiers arms reach for him and his hands travel up his arms, his shoulders, his neck. He looks wrecked already, fragile in Geralt's arms.

“Jaskier.” Geralt answers, and he is scared. So so so scared to have his heart broken. “Tell me this is not just tonight.” he begs. He bares himself like this he knows. But if he

“It’s not just tonight.” Jaskier replies and Geralt feels like a string someone plucked. Vibrating and resonating with his words. He leans in but still doesn’t dare to take that final step.

“Why did you go on that date?” Jaskier asks him and damnit.

“Because I want you. Because you don’t want me. You never wanted me.” He confesses, probably more thanks to the whiskey than anything else.

“Darling.” Jaskier breathes and press their foreheads together. “I always wanted you.” and then he snakes up a hand in Geralt's hair and pulls him into a kiss.

Slow, hot drag of lips. Geralt draws in a ragged breath. He has wanted this for so, so long. But insecurity gnaws at him. He draws back to look at Jaskier, his friend, the man he has fallen so helplessly in love with. There is no denying it.

He draws a breath.

“What about the others?” He has to ask. All these years, all these people.

“What others?” Jaskier asks, frowning. “Oh, you mean from when we shared a room?” A sad smile as he looks up at Geralt. “It is never a good idea to fall in love with your roommate.”

Ain’t that the truth.

“No it isn’t” Geralt agrees and Jaskier looks hurt. “It sucked so much to see you with them, Jaskier. That you never once looked at me.”

“I always looked at you.” Jaskier murmurs. “But they always left. And I was… I am… scared that you will leave too.”

Geralt smiles and leans in again.

“Where will I go, Jaskier? I live here.” They stand so close together, breath mingling in the darkness. Jaskier chuckles and pulls at his ear fondly.

“Idiot. I need you to know Geralt. I was only with them because I couldn’t have you.”

“But you could have had me.” Geralt whispers. “You only had to ask. Always I-” But he can’t say it. But he has to. It has been burning in his veins, in his fingers, burning in his lungs to come out. It needs to be said.

“Jaskier I.. for years, all I wanted was you. Not even Yen was enough. It was always you.”

Geralt gets pulled into a kiss again. A hard, desperate, longing kiss, imperfect and not near enough. They part again and Geralt lets his lips rest on Jaskiers forehead.

“We really are such idiots, huh?” Jaskier says quietly. “All this time we could have had this, if we only talked to each other.”

“Talking is overrated.” Geralt mutters, but he agrees.

Jaskier presses a kiss to Geralt's throat and lets his hands wander, finding their way under Geralt's t-shirt.

“Talking really isn’t what I want to do with you right now, no.” Jaskier says and presses himself against Geralt's body.

So the only talking they do is sweet nonsense, filthy whispers and quiet moans. Geralt finally gets to explore that body, kiss the sensitive skin on the inside of Jaskiers thigh, play with that happy trail under his navel. In turn, Jaskier drags his nails over Geralt's back when they rock together, he bites his shoulder and his toes curl when the angle is just right. They fall asleep together in a tangle of limbs, all pretense of facing away finally thrown out the window. Geralt wakes up to Jaskiers soft snores in his ear and his hair in his mouth.

The jingling of keyes announce Jaskiers presence at the door. Geralt looks up with a smile, only to be greeted by a frown.

“What’s up?” he asks from the couch, feet on the armrest and laptop on his knees.

“My landlord called.” Jasker closes the door behind him and puts down his bag.

Geralt closes the lid on the laptop and makes room for Jaskier to lean on him on the couch. They settle into a comfortable embrace, Jaskier leaning back against Geralt's chest.

“Oh? What did he have to say?” Geralt asks him, cuddling closer. To be allowed this, to be the one to hold him Geralt is not sure he will ever get used to it.

“My apartment is done in a few days.”

“Oh.” Right. Fuck. Jaskier draws in a breath. Hesitates. Tries again.

“I have this… uhm. Crazy idea.” Jaskier finally says.

“Do tell.”

“Can I… stay?”

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its-onions · 2 years

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IM BACK WITH SEASON 2 TAKES

below the cut, jotted down as I was watching!! come obsess with me, send me asks!!! (also i know my fellow book fans will have Thoughts but i truly truly enjoyed the season!!!)

ep1

geralt in immediate Dad Mode I can’t

geralts devastation at thinking yen is dead literally broke me

I really liked the humor in this episode !!! very good start!!!

ep2

2 episodes in… is geralt ever gonna take a bath… disgusting man

who on earth is this eskel 🙃🙃🙃

what the FUCK did they do to eskel

what the literal fuck????????

at least they killed him quickly so I don’t have to witness more of this mischaracterization

geralt please bathe!!!

ep3

lambert lambert what a prick. i love him

eralt is such a mother hen!!

um wtf a witcher funeral is getting eaten by wolves???

yen looks so fucking pretty in this strapless dress

what did they do to my boy cahir ??

the ab armor has finally made an appearance after geralt has been lovingly crafting it

OK THE IGNI ON THE SWORD IM HERE FOR IT

ok why is cahir's dirty crazy look working for me. also top tier yen outfit with these palazzo pants

ep4

I am living for these tight pants geralt keeps wearing like damn that ass

TRISS YOU BETTER TELL HIM YEN IS ALIVE

NO DONT HIT ON HIM

YES GOOD GERALT shut that DOWN

JASKIER IS THE ONE RESCUING ELVES

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD???????

oh fuck that really is a breakup song

oh fuck he’s crying

oh fuck i’m crying

i’m not ok

(also I listened to the song on spotify and the starting verses are amazing)

graham mctavish looks very good in a skirt

oh SHIT dara as a spy!!!!!

geralt is such a dad ... theme of the season.........

im sorry how many people wrote "we're better off without him" yenskier fics? and it’s canon now ?!?!?!?

geralt needing to sit down after portaling is so fucking funny like THATS what takes him out

the timeline joke omg

vesemir's characterization as alternately shady and crying is actually kinda perfect

ep5

they did me dirty making rience hot like i cannot be attracted to the worst villains

lmfao at both geralt and yen hanging out with each other’s exes

love triss as protector of ciris agency [note added later that her betrayal is that much more devastating because she really seemed to be on ciri's side]

yennefer rescuing jask is everything I could’ve wanted

geralt finally finding out yens alive 🥺🥺🥺

ciri calling out for geralt when distressed omg i cant

ciri wanting to repress her emotions 🥺🥺🥺 geralt telling her she’s enough amd extraordinary 🥺🥺🥺

the betrayal in geralt’s face about vesemir

umm yennefer would never betray ciri?? what the fuck ok lauren i see your weird plot and im gonna roll with it but i don't really approve

ep6

ROACH!!!

ok that was the coolest flying leap i’ve ever seen good job geralt

ciris little help me to geralt lol

absolutely screaming at the yenralt reunion holy fuck

ciri matchmaking lmdao

the little standoff between our family and rience

this fight is epic!!!

also geralt’s just deep trust of yen 🥺 and being absolutely broken im not ok

ep7

oh so vilgefortz IS their new daddy

cahirs hair is truly awful

oh jask has WORDS to say lol ok

jaskier immediately stripping down in front of geralt and commenting on his nipples omfg !!!! slut!ll

I love yarpen

living for shirtless jaskier still, we really got a treat in this episode

vilgefortz you are absolutely not worthy you gaslighting fuck

omg fringilla low key respect though

absolutely perfect apology by geralt and recovery by jaskier. perfect!!!!!!

the absolute tension of geralt holding a sword to yens throat and saying mine. just full protective dad mode and also so sexy

the deathless mother stuff is really cool!! very gaunter o dimm

ep8

wow geralt’s trust issues are just gonna get so much worse

a lil worried about jaskiers drinking…

toxicity lambert 🥵

behind the back quen geralt you badass

ok i’m getting mother of dragons (???)

uh francesca please go to therapy

yes destroy the ab armor white lizard thing !!! melt those fake abs!!!!

come home im crying they’re a wolf family

subtle note that duny is not dissolving in ciri's dream bc he’s not actually dead 😳

oh shit very smooth connection to the wild hunt!!!

yayyy yenny is magic again

lol at lamberts rejection of jaskier lmfaoo

oh just realized that was the backstory on lydia in the books !! subtle but appreciated.

istredd being very involved this season! like ok???

ok so finally after 2 seasons we have everything set up for the actual plot lmdao

philippa looks hotttttt af

ciri is something more fuck can y’all kiss already

oh hell yes spectacular dramatic reveal of who emhyr really is!! fantastic setup I am screaming shook losing my mind

(please stop with cahirs hair though)

#A talks to the void #A watches season 2 #twn #twn s2 #s2 spoilers

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jacks-wylan · 4 years

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Part 1.

The inn where they stopped in is not the worse inn they ever put their feet on. It has a nice stable, where Geralt lets Roach rest and he makes sure she is treated well by the stableboy and that she will be fed all the hay she needs and also an apple or two. Once he and Jaskier enter inside the tavern, there are less patrons than expected, and they mostly are minding their own business – they don't acknowledge them at all.

Jaskier is not amused by the lack of attention he is getting. Geralt just makes sure that the his coat – his own black coat Geralt gave him the second they left the solitude of the woods – covers enough of his... of his breasts. There is nothing wrong in them, not at all. Geralt just think that someone may be recognizing Jaskier, seeing him as a female, and hurt him. Geralt is just doing this for his safety, not for any other reason at all.

“Stay behind me.” he orders him, while they both walk where the innkeeper is.

“Alright, my knight in shining – pardon, in black armor.” Jaskier says, completely calm. His voice is soft and sweet, it lacks of his usual gruff background whenever he tries to talk in lowly murmurs. “I want a bath. I hope you are aware of that.”

“I am. Hush now.”

He sniffs, but he does what asked. He feels him fidgeting behind him, half–hidden by his back, while he talks with the innkeeper – the man is old, and probably can't even see very well. He doesn't make a fuss about him being a witcher, he just gives them the key for their room and says that Geralt has to take the water for the bath himself, because he has no helpers. Geralt doesn't mind and pays him, as long as Jaskier is out of trouble inside their room.

Geralt goes through a back door, while Jaskier – still tucked into his coat – goes upstairs, twirling the room key with a finger. If he could, Geralt is pretty sure he would start to sing, too. He takes hold of two buckets full of hot waters and follows his trail, founding – damn him – the door unlocked and also slightly open. As always, he still has no fucking self preservation.

Once inside, Geralt almost lets the buckets fall on the ground. “What the fuck, Jaskier.” he curses, lowering his eyes and gritting his teeth. The bard will be the death of him.

“What?” he hears Jaskier sniffs again, and then the ruffling noise of discarded clothes falling on the ground. “Oh, c'mon, you softie. This is not surely the first time you see a naked woman!”

“No.” But. But this is different, the woman in front of him is Jaskier. It's always been difficult seeing him naked as a male and trying not to do things he was going to regret – but then again, he has seen him naked way before he even liked him, so he has kinda got used to that. Now, now it's worse. It's a foreign territory, and Gods, he's perfect in any way, as he was in his male body. He didn't see much before he lowered his eyes, but he remembers very vividly the heavenly sight of his breasts a few days ago, when he turned back female. He's slender, and has long, muscular legs – from his lowered head, he can clearly see them.

“You are very respectful of me, Geralt, and I very appreciate this, but really, I don't mind you looking. I mean, I do not mind you. You totally have my permission.” Geralt doesn't see him, but he can imagine his cheeky smile, his bared teeth, his rosy, slightly more plump lips. “Geralt? Do you mind filling the tub? I'm dying to get soaked in hot, steamy waters. And let's make this clear, me first, you oaf. I am very much cleaner than you, it would be pointless washing myself in the same water you used before!”

Geralt just grunts, walking towards the wooden tub opposite to where the bed is, and fills it without even glancing at Jaskier. Once done, he has enough time to just puts the buckets away, before he hears the splashing of the water and Jaskier's moans as he drops himself into it. Now he feels quite safe, so he raises his eyes and looks at the tub – Jaskier is indeed soaking into the hot waters, he has a peaceful expression painted in his face, and he's making those ridiculous – ridiculously arousing, damn him – content noises, almost like purrs. Nothing new, really, he's doing what he always does, but... but. Geralt swallows, and looks away again.

“Geralt, dear, could you pass me my oils? Oh, my poor aching limbs, I really need the chamomile one, I have quite the sore spots here.” Geralt doesn't look at where he is surely indicating said sore spots, but he grab his bag and search for his chamomile oil. “Oh, uh. My hair is getting longer.” Geralt hears the waters splash again, then Jaskier catches his breath. When he looks at him, he has his hair wet, and his fringe is getting into his eyes. Tiny droplets fall slowly down his face, almost as if caressing his cheeks. They also glide down the back of his neck, drawing a wet line between his shoulder blades, before they disappear again into the water. “It's been a while since I cut it. Months, I daresay.”

“It's nice.” he finds himself say, and winces, while handing him the oil.

Jaskier grabs it, and smiles Geralt would almost say fondly. “Is it? I guess it really is, if you say so.” Geralt eyes don't go farther down his chin, so he tells himself that if he can’t see anything, he can stay like this, near him. So he doesn't walk away. “But it's better if I cut it regardless, it's more practical. I've never looked good with longer hair, believe me. I had it, when I was a little girl.” he grimaces, “It makes me look older!”

It's rare – and now that he thinks about that, it's always been rare – that Jaskier refers himself as a girl, or a boy. As a man, or a woman – if not in particular cases, like now, or before when Geralt cursed at seeing him naked. So, it's still strange hearing him say things like when I was a little girl. Geralt guesses he's going to get used to it, from now on.

“So? Would you do it?”

Geralt frowns. He wasn't listening to him, “Do what?”

Jaskier shrugs, and waters splash around his shoulder. He doesn't dare to look down, but he can tell that his breasts aren't completely covered by the water. “Cut my hair. I cannot really go and ask a professional to do that, alas, I'm too famous! They might recognize me! But I can't really go on like this, the fringe goes into my eyes and they sting, and it's very annoying, I love how long hair looks on you, Geralt, but that doesn't mean that I love it on myself. This is a thing I must be done, or... well, you must be done for me. Please?”

Shit. “I'm no professional.”

“Well, no.” Jaskier chuckles, and one lean, delicate albeit calloused hand raises to cover his stretched lips, “But you cut your own hair rather perfectly, I daresay. It would take no effort, for you, to cut mine. It's just two, maybe three too long strands here, behind my neck.” the same hand slides from his face to his nape, and Gods, that's the most sensual gesture Geralt's ever seen in his entire life. “And of course, the fringe. But the fringe I can cut myself, don't worry. The rest... please, oh gallant witcher?”

“I cut my hair with a fucking dagger, Jaskier.” he growls, lowly. Does he have to stay near his long neck, lean throat now? With a dagger in hand, no less?

“And you do it spectacularly.” Jaskier throws a cheeky smile at him, then he turns. He rests his back against the tub, his face pointed away from Geralt. His hand is still touching lightly the soft – and oh, Geralt knows that even without ever touching it – skin, showing him the long strands he wants Geralt to cut.

Geralt feels his mouth dry, while he gather a dagger from his boot and takes a hold on a stool, where he sits on in front of Jaskier's back. He hesitates just for a second too long, but Jaskier doesn't say anything. He stays there, unmoving, hand still on his own neck, waiting. He has... wide shoulders, and lean muscles define his upper arms – sign of hours and hours spent playing with a heavy lute on hand. The sight of his elegant neckline, so up close, becoming the shoulder and ending in that arm is the most beautiful, sensual and arousing thing Geralt has ever laid his eyes upon.

He tries to swallow, but he feels his tongue stuck against his palate. Fuck, he needs to get laid, go into a brothel and trying to forget Jaskier, he can't really go on like this, but... but he can't fucking leave Jaskier behind, alone, unguarded. No matter how much is his need, Jaskier's safety comes first. So, he grabs the wet locks behind Jaskier's nape with two fingers, with so much care, to not touch his burning skin, and starts to cut the hair slowly, trying not to pull too hard.

Jaskier moans breathlessly, and settles better against the tub. “Don't move. I have a fucking dagger against your neck, for fuck's sake.” he says to him, through gritted teeth.

“Yes, yes. We all know that you are skilled enough to not slice my throat accidentally.” Jaskier breathes, then he stretch an arm to grab the chamomile oil he lied on the tub's edge before. “Do your job, while I will do mine. Ohh, Melitele, my feet hurts.” he complains, while spreading the oil on his arms and legs. Geralt doesn't leave his eyes from his hair – he has a job to do, after all, and he'll put the same kind of attention he usually puts into his hunts. For his mental state, at least.

Eventually, Geralt – not in purpose, not at all – touches the skin of his neck with the lightest touch of his knuckles, while holding a lock to cut. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jaskier's knees – his legs are bent, and the knees are wet above the water – shut together, while he breathes tremulously. The second Geralt catches his scent, his sweet, feminine scent of arousal under the soothing one of the chamomile oil, he gets up, letting the dagger falls to the ground.

“Fucking Gods.” he swears, and he hopes Jaskier hears exasperation in his tone, and not the same kind of want he's feeling, before leaving him there and storming off their room.

#what can i say in my defense I just love women #non binary!jaskier #fem!jaskier #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #geralt x jaskier #mine:fyccina #writings #geraskier fic #i know i said i would not write more of this universe but #i probably lied #and i'm really so gay for fem!jaskier leave me alone

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gayregis · 4 years

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Do you like Regis' design in tw3 ? Have any actor headcanons who could play him in twn ?

omg no i hate him 😭😭 im so glad you asked though

here’s a quick rundown of the specific things i hate about regis’s design by cdpr:

the biggest issues to me are the following: ( and @ everyone reading... don’t try and excuse any of these with “but he was recovering from regeneration / healing / he was tired / stressed / upset” because cdpr could have just written a better plotline then):

he doesn’t smile very much in b&w. like... very much at all. and in the books, every time he is mentioned, he smiles with pursed lips, as is his custom. he kind of has this air of being amused by geralt in bof, smiling with pursed lips and then proceeds to be a true friend to him in tos and lotl, smiling with teeth on occassion. i consider this to be part of his character design because for characters like dandelion and regis, their smile is just an essential part of their visual description as a character.

the hairline..... i hate this count olaf pennywise motherfucker. cdpr tries to make their main characters look insanely different from every npc and that, to me, is not good character design. they should design for how the character is described and how the character feels, what visual elements do they think embodies the character.

regis should not stand out. the entire point of him is that he looks just like a regular normal human guy. for this reason, the claws and teeth annoy me (not to mention regis is described as having just regular fangs and not all pointed teeth, not to even breach the topic of his having all pointed teeth the same shape/length would be difficult for animals to live with, look at the skulls of mammalian apex predators and you will find variation in their teeth).

where is his apron. it’s almost akin to twn removing jaskier’s plum bonnet with an egret/heron feather. it not only symbolizes his profession as a surgeon, but also his domestic qualities and general approachableness. it makes him look kinder, imo. he may heal you or he may bake you bread... either works

where is his cloak. a nice black cape i think is ESSENTIAL for a powerful vampire to have.

he wears some fancy and expensive-looking items. doctors in medieval times were not treated like they are today, regis is not living on a $150,000K+ annual salary, and nor do i think he wants to... he is a humble and sincere man, he spends 1/3 of his year living in the wildnerness. he wouldn’t care so much about fancy clothes unless the occassion called for it, like in beauclair, and then he would wear a nice fancy black velvet jacket that makes him look like a vampire. i think just giving him a simple black coat would suffice, maybe a linen shirt instead of a highly embroidered and decorated one. one key element about regis is that even though he tends to lecture, he never intends to make others feel inferior to him, i feel his outfit in b&w represents someone who is formal and would use their status to demean others...

fingerless gloves. i like the fingerless gloves but they are incredibly impractical for a medic to wear... i think just no gloves would suffice (in bof, regis asks geralt to hurriedly pour a solution over his hands so he can perform surgery immediately, i feel that having to take off your gloves would waste valuable time.

regis should look kind, humble, run-of-the-mill skinny guy chilling in a cemetery at midnight, approachable, yet also a little ... off? it’s in the way he smiles maybe, hiding something...

also (god im so negative, anon i sincerely apologize because you came here just asking questions and im like NO >:( I HAVE HATE IN MY HEART, i want to reiterate that i really appreciate this question because i love talking about the subject of character designs, the books vs the games, and regis as well) but also, i do hate twn, and i hope they skip him entirely or bastardize him so hard that there will be no resemblance and that no one in the fandom will ever care about him, because his character in the books has so much nuance and twn could never.

i don’t really... have fancasts... because i don’t watch very many movies or tv shows... (also because i don’t think live action is the way to adapt the witcher!! we need a 2D animated series in a very beautiful unique style that becomes a cult classic!!!!) but as a joke one time i proposed jeff goldblum bc of the way he speaks and acts and also since he’s tall, skinny, and salt-n-pepper-y, and i had a good laugh, and then i started to consider and was like hm ok actually yeah sure why not. but i don’t really know him as an individual, and i think he did some shit, or was involved in a scandal, as all actors in hollywood do...

tbh im not horribly picky when it comes to casting because i feel like acting and writing is more important than casting. but they should you know also fit the description of the character. im still kinda bitter about jaskier and yennefer’s hair in twn, and twn also requiring cavill to beef up for the role of geralt even though geralt in the books literally starves nightly... ok lol... but yeah as long as the actor is some middle aged skinny (tall, thats my headcanon) guy with salt and pepper/greying hair, preferably a long haircut, no beard but maybe stubbly, and has dark eyes and kind of a pretty face, a little bit angular but not sharp features, and sincere kindness in the eyes, then i’m good i don’t really care much about casts... just act good please....

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