#but jask wants him to know it because you will CONNECT WITH HIM DAMN IT

[magic-multicolored-miracle]

The Witcher S3 EP 2: Unbound AKA Roll Call, Everyone's Here

I'll be honest, a good percentage of this just Bard Lust. And getting excited and/or concerned when characters first appear

Little do you know, she is trying to keep the royal peace...

But you and I agree on one thing, Madam Barkeep 👀

Hm. Ciri, has that been happening a lot?

"My Ugly One?" Is that...a term of endearment because I have Thoughts, Concerns, and Emotions if it is...

Shopping for what, Yen?

He's not wrong about the monsters

Is that...? It is! I now have a canonical crossover point! Codringher = Edwin the Magnificant. And they're both even a mysterious stranger type that our Adventuring Hero and his bestie go to for advice/assistance/information/etc.

Hello, who are you? Oh. Nevermind. It's Emperor CreepyDad

Damn Fringilla...you're in a sorry state

Oh wait, we've met them before. They were helping...someone last season. Why didn't I recognize him?

Aww, look at Jaskier looking so smug and proud. Not unlike a cat himself

I don't trust those noises outside...

Geralt "Oh I've got plenty of contempt, old man"

Aww look, they're growing. And sharing their feelings. But also, Jask, baby...💔

Ragamuffin gets used for a lot of magic-y things (ok, it was 2, but that's still a lot when there's So Many Words out there, even if we stick to English)

Ooh, I don't know who this woman is but I like her

I respect it Ciri but your impulses are going to get people killed. Rein it in girl

Triss? Teaching at Aretuza? Why does that feel...wrong?

Stregobitch. Glad you went off the rails there at the last minute because I was almost starting to think you were being sensible and it made me itchy.

Go Tissaia, putting Bitch in his place!

Blood on a wall is never good...

What...is happening and why do I feel like it might be a sex thing?

Ok so it's not a sex thing? Spies are weird

Sure Dijkstra, to "Redania." We can pretend this is a for king and country thing if it helps you sleep at night, but there are definitely personal ambitions at hand

This. Is. A. Look. and a Power. Stance. God I'm in love with him (also I'm really here for the varied florals. And the shapes that the fit creates. The costumer in me is thrilled)

"I don't do pretty." What a lie. An absolute lie. I have never heard a bigger lie

My guy, Princeling, whatever. Can we focus? I mean I too love when the bard is bard-ing, but this is important

Ooh, nice castle. Definitely a trap

Where's your other sword Geralt? Don't tell me you expected a trap and still left it on the horse...

Ouch. What a Mom answer, straight to the gut

Oh honey. Yennefer knows that fight better than most

Oh hey Cahir! It's been a while. What's up? Hallucinating Ciri? Neat

Ooh. Fringilla has an Idea (I bet I know what it is)

I already adore this song immediately (and the extended version on spotify is *chefs kiss*). Also 🥺

God, Jaskier proving he can play The Game is so sexy. Send help

If you break my Jaskier's heart, I will end you Princeling.

Oh good, you do have the other sword. I feel better now

Gross. What the fuck.

Oh, he's just kidnapping every girl that looks vaguely Ciri-esque. And apparently making them into nightmare fuel when they're not her

Elven? Who...?

Oh look live action Orsino-Harvester! Not something I wanted, but cool

Oh Jesus. They're still connected. This just keeps getting worse

That looked like it hurt, but it's a small price to pay for freedom probably. Now what Frin?

God Vizimir is obnoxious. And that was an...interesting look from his lady wife. The true power behind the throne perhaps? Or plotting a coup?

Well shit. Firefucker's going to kill these two, isn't he? Don't you dare hurt the kitty!! (I guess at least he listened to that...)

I don't trust you or your gift Vilgefortz. But at the same time, goddamn I like you, you smooth, pretty motherfucker

It's Yennefer. Of course she's bringing trouble. And, as noted, she is trouble

That's a lot to blame yourself for, Yen...

So you abandoned the search to save the girl? And she's...crazy? manipulated? the trap? I'm confused

#Shye watches The Witcher #semi-liveblogging #The Witcher season 3 #The Witcher season 3 spoilers #Netflix The Witcher #I am struggling between 'I want to watch this all at once and burn it into my brain' and 'make it last' #so I waited a while on this episode

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

okay, Feelings About Jaskier under the cut! (Spoilers for all episodes ahead)

(also remember im sleep deprived and watched it all in one go so-- you know, first thoughts, subject to change on rewatch etc etc)

🥺

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So - after I Processed for a bit I'm just... sad. Really sad.

I can definitely see the Yennskier appeal this season - like, 100% yes - but I dont get the !!!! feeling about it so don't anticipate me writing hundreds of fics, hah

It's like...

right

the only person in the whole series (as... far as I can remember) who treats him with Actual Care is Yen

Geralt just. Ignores him? Jaskier has a conversation with him and Geralt talks about himself and... Jask is just there.

Dont get me started the apology!! He gets a smidgen of sincerity and makes it a joke immediately, and I--

You can tell he's making himself a joke, because being serious is too hard, and it hurts, and he's following geralt again because he can't say no

and geralt... doesn't even really seem to care

not about him

(but, oh, now geralt has feelings. Feelings about everyone who isnt Jaskier)

(I do not like S2 Geralt very much there I said it)

ANYWAY

Everyone other than Yen treats him with derision. They dont want to talk to him. They tell him to go away, or shut up. Even at the end - after they all nearly died - he's left on his own. Again. Lambert just pushes him away!

And now we have the canon viscount I'm just--

what did he leave behind

who did he leave behind

and WHY

and all this time he's been saving lives, because he cares, and not a damn person seems to care for him

And the Point, often, in this show is about connections and the people we love

and it shows us this - it shows us Yen and the other sorceresses at the start in their pool party, we see Geralt and Ciri with the other witchers, we see the elves (and all they have is their community). And yes, its tense, and those connections falter, but they're there--

and then there's Jaskier, who has--

who has

mice, I guess?

And god I'm a soft sucker for the character archetype of "this person has been rejected by everyone, and tries, but always fails, and they're desperately reaching and no one ever reaches back--"

and that's why he goes with Geralt, I think

because he's still reaching

and I--

oh IM SO SAD

anyway part of me wants him and Yen to get together partly as a fuck you to Geralt and partly because they both deserve something nice

(although im so fucking soft rn that i dont want the hate-fucking thing i want TENDERNESS and SINCERITY please)

okay

i think thats it

..........for now

OH NO WAIT ONE LAST THING

When he says he's worried about losing his muse because he can do one thing and if he loses that, he's nothing--

oof

that hit me like a TRUCK

#the witcher #witcher season 2 #witcher spoilers #jaskier #i got carried away

[parkkrys]

Kris, PLEASE, write the Geraskier reconciliation scene we deserved! One where it isn't just "fine, *hug*" but Jaskier getting to say his piece. You can always add jealousy to it, I bet there was plenty of that. Make it a bit aggressive, all good. Geralt just taking whatever Jaskier is giving him because he just wants him. Thank you! ❤

This one was fun and I hope I didn't disappoint. All grammar mistakes are my own and I hope you enjoy!

Thank you for requesting darling <3

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Jaskier cursed his life as he hummed under his breath, smiling down at the mice that wanted warmth the same way he did. Sitting on a cold stoned floor wasn’t great but who was he if he didn’t let himself take the time to compose songs. He had all the time.

Of course, the guard had to make a big deal out of it and he had just tried to ignore it, they locked him in here and refused to listen to why exactly he was looking through the window as he watched Yennefer disappear. He had a half assed plan to rescue her but apparently his help wasn’t needed.

So for now, he did what he could do best, annoy the fuck out of the rude pig that guarded his cell.

“Oh lock me up and sock me up and throw away the key, go fuck yourself you whoreson,” He paused as he thought he caught something out of the corner of his eye but only shrugged it off, “Cause you are through fucking with me-”

A loud thump completely ruined everything and he felt himself snap.

“Do you mind!? We are trying to rehearse in here!”

Of course he never received an answer. Wonderful, it just gave himself the excuse to start throwing insults at the poor excuse of a guard he thought to himself as he heaved himself up.

“Gentlemen I am so sorry, give me a moment, I have to deal with this guard’s complete lack of decorum,” He told his new cute adorable furry friends “Good sir, you would not know talent if I shoved it up your- Geralt.”

Now this was unexpected Jaskier thought to himself as Geralt stood there in all his mighty glory. He looked different, new leather armor, the guilt in his eyes he probably didn’t know he was showing and Jaskier, oh whenever wanted to hit anyone as much as he did at that moment. He only felt anger crawl through him as he felt the urge to hug the bastard rise but he only squished it down to glare at the Witcher instead.

No, Geralt didn’t deserve a hug from him. Not after what he had said to him, completely leaving him heartbroken.

“Jaskier,” Geralt grunted as the guilt in his eyes only grew more apparent and Jaskier didn’t even know what to say. He honestly thought he would never see the Witcher again and he should have known better. Destiny thought she was funny with making the wounds hurt even more by shoving the person who hurt you the most back into your life.

“You-” He choked out before he clenched his fists.

“Jaskier, I need your help.”

Anger crept up on him as Jaskier started forward, Geralt didn’t even move as Jaskier threw a punch at his jaw, his fist connected hard and the bastard only grunted in pain as Jaskier yelped. Oh, it hurts to punch people.

“Jask-”

“No!” He screamed as he only threw another punch and this time Geralt caught his fist. He didn’t even hesitate to bring up his second fist to hit him as hard as he could on the chest, the leather armor be damned.

“You asshole!” Jaskier yelled, “You utter whoreson, you- you- you left me on a mountain!”

“I know,” Geralt said quietly, the guilt was there but the bard didn’t care.

“I spent two decades traveling with you to get what? To be told everything bad that ever happened to you is my fault!? And then!” He huffed as Geralt let go of the wrist he was holding and grunted as both fists now just smacked his chest, “You have the audacity to come here and say I need your help!?”

“Jaskier-”

“You don’t fucking Jaskier me, we are talking! This is how it works!”

Everything seemed to come to a standstill as Jaskier took in heaving breaths and Geralt, he looked like a kicked puppy and he hated Geralt even more.

“I’m sorry Jaskier.”

“You think a sorry will make this alright?” Jaskier huffed out and Geralt sighed as he took his arms gently into his hands.

“I know it won’t. You’re right, I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. I….I have a lot to make up for.”

“Damn right you do you whoreson,” Jaskier hissed and Geralt nodded slowly.

He never thought he would have the White Wolf apologizing to him, yet here they were.

“I do need your help though, if you will listen?”

“Give me one good reason why I should even listen to you Geralt.”

“Because it’s about Crillia,” Geralt told him and Jaskier stopped as he furrowed his brow.

“I thought-”

“You’re right, I should have never run from destiny and I need your help protecting her.”

Jaskier sighed as he only glared at the brute in front of him. Crillia held a special place in his heart, he remembered singing to her for her year of age if he was lucky to be invited. He had adored her and hasn’t seen her in so long. He had been heartbroken to hear what had happened to her grandmother and wondered if she was safe, if Geralt found her and now that he knew.

“Fine.”

Geralt seemed to sigh in relief and Jaskier only pointed a finger in his face, “BUT, I am doing this for her, not for you. You could die for all I care.”

Geralt didn’t seem all too pleased but Jaskier couldn’t care less, he really had been heartbroken. All his feelings for Geralt, the hope he felt only to be broken every time he found out that he slept with the witch, to have been cast aside several times. Others thought he had lost a friend but to Jaskier, he had lost more than that. He had been heartbroken because he was foolish to believe that Geralt would ever look at him the same way the Witcher looked at her.

He would make Geralt grovel, to get on his knees and beg for his forgiveness this time. Geralt would have to prove himself worthy for Jaskier to trust him the way he had before. Maybe Geralt didn’t realize this yet, but he would soon, he would make sure of it.

“But first,” Jaskier hissed at him before he turned to his furry friends, “Gentlemen, it’s been an honor.”

Geralt only looked at him and Jaskier only huffed, “What? I have other friends, get over it.”

With that he just brushed past him and walked out of the cell, and Geralt, he followed and Jaskier wasn’t sure if his heart could take this for a second time.

#parkkrys writes #the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #the scene we all deserved #season 2 witcher spoilers #tagging just in case

[crowleyellestair]

Maybe... Injured! Geralt x freezing!soakingwet! Reader? Like reader is so focused on take care of Geralt (he's unconscious) they forget that they are in cold, wet clothes. Every inch of there skin is wet. They're so cold that they're shivering and their lips are a slight shade of blue. Hewakes up when reader is finishing taking care of his wounds. Reader is now shivering harder and Jask and Geralt kind of freak out. Angst but with a fluffy ending please (this is my last one for a while I swear)

AN//// Another amazing idea!! Keep em coming if you want, I love these <3

  Kayrans. Nasty sea dwellers that can live for decades, unnoticed, sinking ships and eating livestock close enough to the coastline. They are rare, and mostly found in the Pontar or the Gulf of Praxeda. Of course, those are known habitats, not rules, and creatures are allowed to migrate. The Nimnar river sat just before the Kestrel Mountains, branching from the Buine, arching to the town of Ghelibol. It was late autumn, and being in the north had put a toll throughout the area. Frost lasted till late morning, and kids weren’t allowed outside without an extra layer.  

 Wind carried nothing but silence as the trio scoured the area. Jaskier had huffed, watching as his breath tumbled out of him visibly. His arms wrapped tightly around himself as he plopped onto a tall rock, trying to get a great view of their side of the river. Geralt had been trying to listen in on the movement around him, but he couldn’t distinguish anything. The river was only partially frozen, the waterfall at the end of its wake throwing down a current from its high vantagepoint. He could distinguish the heartbeats of his companions, but the life below the ice bubbled together.

It was what caught Y/n’s attention that had gave the silence a deathly tone. The frost and dirt that rolled over the top had blurred her vision to the moving thing under the surface. She carefully kneeled down, brushing her leather clad hands over the ice cap, trying to clear the debris. An orange, reflective tendril slithered just out of view. The day had an overcast, light dull and dreary, and that is what cave the creature away. Y/n didn’t know much about types and attributes of fish, but she was sure no fish could reflect as bright on this kind of day. Her hand flew to the hilt of her sword that was strapped to her hip. Her eyes remained to the ice, standing fully quickly, but careful to not lose her balance.

“Geralt. Here.” The warriors free hand pointed to the ice, and the witcher took a step towards her, away from the edge of the cap. “Tentacle looking thing. Are there any monster eels?” Jaskier was trying to make his way down safely from the top of the rock, but stopped to question her logic, his tone sassy.

“Eels that live by themselves and comes to shore, eating any animal that passes. Or is big enough to take down ships?” Y/n scoffed at his tone as she looked to the bard. Her stance had become relaxed, hand going to her hip.

“Ok, I was simply asking-.”

“Geralt!” The bards voice resonated in the dead air despite the open fields surrounding them and the river. Fear pierced the woman as she whipped her head to the witcher. Daggers flooded her veins, but not for fear of her own safety. There was an arsenal of emotions that lived in her whenever she thought of the White Wolf, and most of them pertain to love and caring. When she caught sight of what the bard had, a large orange tendril raised high and ready to strike, she knew that she would trade spots with the man in a heartbeat. Y/n’s mouth opened, but nothing would escape her tightened throat.

The wolf had easily dodged the appendage as it finally swung at him, pressing the flat face against the arm. He ran it against the scales while pushing it towards the ground, quickly cutting the bulb pulsing halfway up the length of the arm. His foot pressed it into the ice as it started to squirm, cutting into the opened bulb and severing its arm. Golden, worried eyes flew to the edges, yelling to his partners behind him.

“Kayran! Y/n, I want you off the ice.” The woman shuffling her way to the man while finally finding her voice once more.

“No chance. Go for those bulb thingies?” A low grunt could be heard, and she made another step towards him, but shattering ice could be heard immediately being her. Shards flew around her, and she heard Jaskier yell once more. She tried to steady herself, but her steadying step sent her straight through the ice. It wasn’t the first time it had happened in her life, so she didn’t flail. Her head popped back up after catching a glimpse of the creature. The body was closer to Geralt, and she knew she had to get out to warn him. Wiggling back onto the surface, trying to be quick, yet disburse her weight as much as possible, she watched as the ice became red around a kneeling Geralt.

The daggers she had felt before returned in full force. Her lung seazed, and her whole body felt hot. Her vision tunneled around Geralt, watching as he arched his sword, catching and slicing another bulb. That brought the Kayran to the brink, heaving its body onto the ice. The movement sent Y/n slightly back into the water, making her work harder to get back to her witcher. Geralt had two fend off two remaining tentacles, and by the time she had made it out ad to him, he cut another tendril. The creature shrieked, Geralt taking the opportunity of its open jaw to throw a bomb in.

Y/n threw herself under his arm, trying to help haul him off the ice, barley making it to the grass as the explosion shattered the rest of the ice cap. Y/n lowered the witch to the ground, calling to him. Her calls started to become gargled through the wetness behind her eyes. His skin was as white as now, blood splattering over his jaw. A shoulder paulron floated in the water, the tendril that hit him had ripped it off. The silver spikes and hardened leather cut through the meat that connected his neck to his shoulder, the gash deep. The bard’s hands were felt on her shoulders, but she easily shrugged him off. Furious eyes flew to him.

“Get the damn bags!” There was a response, but she couldn’t hear anything but ringing. Breathing became hard, and her whole body shook. Though, Y/n thought it was from fear.

Y/n had been a friend of Geralt’s for as long as the Bard had been, joining the two five years in. Y/n had been around to pick up the pieces burned from his heart in the aftermath of the toxic relationship he had shared with Yennefer. The only problem is that she hadn’t done anything with those pieces. She tried to glue them back to him with kind words and a caring hand, but the glue never seemed to dry. The warrior watched as he threw himself into contracts or brothels to try and forget the emotions he apparently wasn’t supposed to have. There had been multiple times where he had been on death’s door, but even then, she couldn’t bring herself to say something. While it broke her inside to be brought so close to never tell him how much she truly loved him, she was certain he didn’t feel the same. And because of that, she wanted him to be peaceful, not having to war over her confession as he passed into the afterlife.

Their medical chest was shoved into her, and her hands flew to her eyes trying to wipe away the tears. Jaskier’s lute calloused hand gently pressed a needle and surgical thread into her arm, and she leaned over Geralt brushing his hair away to get at his neck. Blood still poured, and she couldn’t wipe away much, but she could see the gash easy enough. Her fingers pinch the skin together, and she started to curse herself allowed for having a shaky hand.

“Y/n, let me.”

“No, I was backup, just-.” Her head leaned down, keeping her eyes close to the wound. It took what felt like hours, but really only minutes, to finally seal the wound. She grabbed White Honey, pouring some over the wound, and when nothing bubbled, she continued to clean in. A sharp breeze blew over the trio, and Jaskier stood between her and the brunt of it, his arms going around her again. Again, Y/n tried to shrug him off, her head snapping to look at him. “I need to focus-.”

“Y/n.” Her name was grunted from under her, and her heart skipped a beat. She turned, her hand grabbing Geralt’s cheek. Her smile was short lived as anger and worry flew over his features. Despite her small grunt of protest, Geralt shot forward. His hands clasped both of hers in one of his large ones, his other hand clamping behind her back, pulling her to his chest.

Y/n, confused, still let out a relieved sigh, feeling the heat of fear and adrenaline leave her body. Maybe too quickly. Why is she turning so cold? Once she tried to shift in his arms, she felt how tight her skin was. How even both Geralt’s and Jaskier’s hot breath felt like cold breezes. The bard left once more, stepping back to where he had been originally, picking up the discarded blanket. She looked to his angry eyes as he huffed, forcing the blanket around her shoulders, and back over Geralt. Her head fell onto the witcher’s uninjured shoulder as a wave of nausea hit. She could hear her hair crunch against his armor when her head fell, and she tried to stop the shaking that came from her body worse than ever before.

“If you throw that blanket off one more time,” Jaskier’s finger wagged as he threatened. “Geralt’s blood was already clotting at the edges, you could have used the half-second it takes to keep the blanket on.”

“Well-.”

“Y/n.” The wolf’s gruff tone rolled to her heart, tightening now not just from the cold, but from the twinge of failure. She hadn’t truly failed in anyway, but in her mind, his tone was displeased. It was, but she never wanted to hear it being presented towards her. “I would have been fine.” She tried to reply, but she had to pry her lips open, and when she had accomplished that, her voice waivered and her jaw continued to clamp close as she chattered.

“You don’t-t-t know that. I-it was ba-bad.”

“You don’t know that either.” Y/n forced her torso away from the man, regret unperceived yet as anger and worry flooded her.

“You wouldn’t-t open your…eyes, Geralt! For all I k-knew, you wouldn’t op-pen them again!” He huffed as he yanked her back against his chest. The bard’s hands were on her back, trying to rub heat back into it. The witcher tilted his head so her lips were flush against the corner of his own. When they landed there, a shiver racked through him, Y/n sighing at the heat flooding through their connected skin, feeling following and flooding her numbed parts. After a minute of the two trying to put heat back into their warrior, Y/n’s shivering was lessened immensely.

“I rather you be warm.” Geralt’s tone had softened once he felt her skin warm. She scoffed once more, her voice quiet, but finally even.

“How would you know if you had died?” She felt Jaskier’s fingers twitch on her back before they clench the blanket. The White Wolf pressing her face into his neck.

“If you had died from this. From helping me, even if I was brought to that point, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” The breeze once again carried silence, but only for a moment. “What would I have to live for if you were gone?” The woman’s heart pounded in her chest, and she nuzzled closer.

“I..I’m sorry. I feel the same, and I will happily trade my warmth for your safety.” Geralt tilted his head again, placing a kiss to where the corners of their lips meet.

#witcher imagine #witcher x reader #geralt x reader #geralt imagine #jaskier imagine

[clintbartonswife]

lips that sing

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia x Jaskier, Cirilla Summary: Now that Geralt knows it’s Jaskier, he’s scared he’ll be rejected again. Geralt just wants his damn bard back. Notes: part two of eyes that plead masterlist

Geralt would later deny the wounded noise that escaped his lips as he stared down at Jaskier, his hands hesitatingly hovering over his body.

“What - how?”

The wolf seemed to sigh, his head lolling back on to the dirt ground defeatedly. The expression on it’s face one he had seen many times before, mostly accompanied with the phrase ‘destiny’s a bitch’.

Deciding to put aside questioning until he could receive what he was sure would be extremely lengthy answers, Geralt returned to kneeling at Jaskier’s side, placing his sword in the sheath on his back before carefully picking him up in his arms.

Jaskier let out a half hearted growl, body tensing in his arms.

Geralt frowned at this, confused. Jaskier knew who he was - knew that he wouldn't hurt him - so why was he acting defensively? He checked his hold on the wolf, making sure he wasn't hurting him, before standing up and heading back to the clearing, mind racing.

Now that he was this close, he could smell it was Jaskier - the familiar scent of honey and wildflowers dulled behind that of wet dog , but still there all the same. Another scent, less pleasant than those Jaskier usually smelt of, one which had his nose scrunching up in distate was that of sour rotting lemons, one which he had never scented on the bard before.

Fear.

The sense of unease from earlier only grew in Geralt’s chest as he lay Jaskier down on his bedroll, eyes quickly darting to Ciri to make sure she was alright.

Jaskier had never smelt of fear around him before, he was sure of it. Not even -

He stopped mid-thought, remembering the previous night, and Jaskier’s growl when the mountains were mentioned. The repressed memory brought with it the knowledge that he had smelt it on his bard before: the exact day he ruined everything.

Jaskier was afraid of him.

As soon as Jaskier was back in human form, he had decided the first thing he would like to do is smack a tree. Or destiny, if possible. Or both. Because fuck destiny.

He had been so close to freedom when that tree - probably prompted by destiny, damn that bitch to hell - decided it was a good time to shed a branch, right on to his head, no less. As he lie there, cursing at the skies above, who else would show up but Geralt, the very man he did not want to see.

Fear washed over him as the realisation filtered through the Witcher’s eyes, his name escaping his lips in a shocked gasp, stilted questions following.

‘Fuck’ he thought, head lolling back in defeat, ‘if he wasn't going to kill me before, he’s definitely going to now. Why couldn't I have just left as soon as we found him’

He withheld his shock as Geralt leant over to pick him up, almost cradling him in his arms, tensing in shock.

‘Is he going to throw me?’ Jaskier thought wildly, mind racing as they began to move back through the forest, ‘Chuck me in a lake? Feed me to wolves? - Wait’

Jaskier’s thoughts were cut off as he noticed the clearing, Ciri’s sleeping form entering his sight. His body sighed in relief, slightly relaxing as he was placed gently on the bedroll.

Jaskier, feeling slightly less like he was going to die at any point, resigned himself to watching Geralt. The Witcher seemed to be lost in thought, eyes absent but body moving on autopilot to prepare for when Ciri woke up, stoking the embers back into a roaring fire and beginning to place stray objects back into Roach’s saddle bags.

He was halfway through picking up Ciri’s cloak when he seemed to snap back to the present, focus returning to Jaskier with newfound urgency.

“You’re hurt” he mumbled to himself, kneeling back down by Jaskier’s side, “I need to check for any damage”

Through his anger at the man, Jaskier couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him as he watched his urgent motions, Geralt looking the most discombobulated that Jaskier had ever seen him.

He tried to stay still as Geralt’s fingers ran across his body, checking for any breaks or cuts hidden under the fur.

“I’m sorry Jask” he whispered, voice sounding frail - something Jaskier had never heard from him before.

He felt his eyes widen slightly, looking at him in disbelief. Before he could react, the moment was broke as Ciri stirred behind them.

“Geralt?”

“I’m here”

The princess grunted her assent - ‘already learning bad habits from Geralt’ Jaskier noted - and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Where's Dandelion?”

Jaskier let out a yip from where he was half-hidden behind Geralt.

“He’s a bit injured” Geralt explained, “We're going to have to find someone to help”

“Oh no -is he okay?”

“He’s fine, we just need to get him properly checked” Geralt assured her, dodging the whole ‘I’ve been magicked into another animal’ bit that would probably freak her out.

“A Mage? Like Yennefer?” Ciri asked excitedly, “I saw her in my dreams too, remember? Are we going to meet her?”

Jaskier’s stomach dropped at the mention of her name, dread returning to his person as he watched Geralt nod, seemingly reluctantly.

‘I don't see why’ Jaskier thought bitterly, ‘It’ll be a lovely family reunion. All three back together again, and me flung out on my ass again’

“Excellent!” Ciri squealed, scrambling out of her covers, “Let's get going”

“How much further do you think?” Ciri asked from upon Roach, her eyes shining.

“Not long” 

Jaskier could feel the rumble of his words from where he was pressed against his chest, the sensation surprisingly comforting. To his shock, he had to grit his teeth to restrain what could have been a purr escaping from his throat.

‘This just keeps getting weirder’ the bard thought to himself, discreetly looking at the Witcher above him, ‘I wonder what will happen once I’m back in human form’

“She’s close” Geralt said suddenly, head snapping to his left, spotting a small path diverting off from the main road, “Down there”

Ciri just looked at him in awe as Roach followed the direction, “How do you do that? Know where she is, I mean”

“We’re … connected in a way” he sighed, eyes darting around uncomfortably, “I can feel when she’s near. It’s like somethings tugging me towards her”

“Like soulmates?” Ciri asked innocently.

Jaskier barely restrained a growl, though it looked as though Geralt caught it, the sides of his mouth tilting up almost unnoticeably. 

‘I’m glad my pain amuses you’ Jaskier huffed in his mind, glowering at the Witcher.

“No, not like soulmates” Geralt corrected eventually, the humour gone from his face, “I made a mistake - a long time ago - that bound us together. It wasn't fair on anyone”

As he finished his sentence, Jaskier could swear Geralt looked at him, eyes swimming with hidden meaning.

‘Stop being ridiculous Julian. You’re reading too far into it again’

“Oh”

The rest of the walk was quiet, Ciri and Geralt both brewing on the earlier conversation, until a small cottage appeared in front of them on the path. When they were a few feet away, the door swung open, unimpressed violet eyes surveying them.

“What do you want Geralt”

“Just one favour, please. Then I’ll get out of your hair”

Yennefer’s frown didn't waver, staring at the witcher with something akin to disgust in her eyes.

“Please?”

Her expression melted as she took in the sight of Ciri, finally nodding and gesturing towards the cottage with a sigh.

“One favour”

“Fine”

“So the wolf’s new” Yen eventually said, frown intensifying as she stared at him, “And magical - did you know that Geralt?”

“Of course I knew that, why do you think I’m here”

Yen shot him a glare, though stepped closer to Jaskier, hands moving through the air as if clearing cobwebs.

“This was an enchantment done out of spite, and quite a strong one at that. Where did you find him?”

“I didn't. Ciri did, said he protected her until they found me” 

Yennefer just hummed, “It’s the bard isn't it?”

“How did you know?”

“Why else would you come to me? Come on now Geralt don't take me for a fool. What did he do this time?”

Jaskier huffed, getting quite annoyed at being talked about as if he wasn't there, and let out a growl, narrowing his eyes at the witch.

“Still a drama queen it looks like” 

Geralt just sighed, crossing his arms, “Can you help him?”

“I’ll need to try and figure out what kind of curse was used, and from that I should be able to figure out the counter-curse, or at least what needs to be done to break it” Yen said, moving a stool next to the table where Jaskier was lain, now turning her attention to him, “I need to know who did this to you. Can I search your mind?”

‘Certainly not’ Jaskier thought, appalled, rearing his head back as he tried to shuffle away.

“I don't know why I asked” she sighed, rolling her eyes, “Just stay still, this may hurt”

He just huffed, ‘As if she cared about that’

An intense tingling sensation started to crawl over his head, reminiscent of pins and needles, intensifying to the point of incomprehensible pain, making Jaskier whine as his body seemed to convulse slightly.

Ciri, hearing the noise of distress, entered the room, eyes widening at the sight before her, “You’re hurting him!” she cried, “Stop it!”

The pain stopped almost immediately, leaving his struggling for breath. Ciri ran to his side, stroking a hand over his head soothingly. Yen just stared down at him for a few moments, a new understanding clouding her eyes, mixed with something suspiciously close to pity.

‘Shit’

“It’s a curse - though it wasn't meant for him specifically” Yen explained, slightly breathless herself, “It’s made as a punishment for somebody else”

‘Yeah, Geralt’ Jaskier wanted to shout, still annoyed that they thought he had done something dumb.

“Can you break it?” Geralt sounded almost desperate, eyes flicking between him and Yennifer.

‘Desperate to get rid of me’

Yennefer just glared at him, ignoring the question and turning back to Jaskier, her hand moving a few inches above his body, as if scanning him.

“The curse is strong, but I have no doubt I can break it. I’ll need a few days, but yes” She turned back to Geralt, “You’ll have your bard back soon enough”

“Bard?” 

All eyes turned to Ciri, still stood in the corner of the room.

“You haven't told her?”

“I was going to -”

“When? When he was a fully grown man again?”

“...No”

Yennefer sighed, throwing her hands up in the air, “You’re unbelievable. Explain to her for gods sake”

The next day, Jaskier having being moved to a pile of pillows on the floor for the night, Yennefer was confident that she could break the enchantment.

Geralt was stood in the next room, Ciri crowded in his arms as they waited for the counter-curse to be enacted, the whimpers of the wolf slowly turning into more human-like screams of pain.

At one particularly strangled cry, Ciri broke, pressing her forehead against Geralt’s chest as hard as she possibly could. Not knowing exactly how to help, Geralt simply placed one of his hands on the back of her head, murmuring low promises of it being over soon.

The sudden halt to all noise was not as reassuring as Geralt thought it would be, his body tensing as all the worst scenarios ran through his mind. 

“He’s back” Yen said, walking out of the room, wiping sweat from her brow with a proud look on her face. Ciri rushed to give her a hug, knocking her back slightly with the force of collision, “thanks”

“Thank you” Geralt said, sincerity clear in his words.

She nodded once, with a depth of understanding that unsettled the Witcher.

“You should check on him” she nodded towards the door, eyes drawn to the girl held within her arms, “I’ll send her in in a few minutes”

Geralt did as she instructed, opening the door softly, eyes immediately latching on to the familiar figure of Jaskier curled up on the bed.

“You’re ok”

The bard’s head whipped up at the sound of his voice, wincing slightly at the sudden movement.

“Yes, it appears I am” he replied, giving a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, “if it’s alright with you I’ll be here for a few more hours before I get out of your hair - changing forms like that is quite painful”

Geralt frowned as the scent of fear assaulted his nose once more, this time not dulled by that of wet dog. In his confusion it took him a few seconds to register Jaskier’s words.

“Leave? Why would you leave?”

The bitter laugh that escaped the bard cut Geralt to the core, a pain starting to bloom in his chest.

“I’m only doing as you wished, my dear. I believe it was your life’s blessing to be rid of me. Alas, I didn't mean to come across you again so soon, though I suppose that cant really be blamed on me considering the mage wanted to target you”

Geralt blinked. Jaskier kept talking.

“I mean, really, the one time I didn't actually do anything wrong was the one time I got myself in a mess I couldn't get out of - awfully ironic don't you think? Then I found Ciri and I knew I couldn't just leave her, surely you understand that” 

He had started using hand gestures now, apparently feeling better by the second, “and I did try to leave when I found you, I really did, but then Ciri kept calling for me and I’m weak when it comes to that girl - you know she reminds me of my niece, always getting what she wants”

“Jaskier-”

“I did try again yesterday but then the tree dropped its branch on me because destiny is a bitch so that didn't work either. Anyway now I’m back to normal I suppose you’ll want me out of here - I promise I will after a nap”

“Jaskier” geralt growled, stepping closer to the bed.

The fear scent spiked, “Or - or not. It’s fine, I didnt really need a nap anyway. I’ll just get going then, yeah?”

Geralt stopped at the edge of the bed, placing his hand over the younger man’s mouth, “Shut up Jaskier”

A squeak came from behind his hand, so he removed it, taking a deep breath as he prepared to speak.

“I am sorry for what I said on the mountains. It was wrong of me to take out my anger on you. None of those things were your fault, you were just there when I made the decisions”

Jaskier watched in awe as Geralt spoke, eyes widening as the scent of fear started to lessen. 

“I missed you, afterwards. I didn't think you’d want to see me so I didn't look for you - I should have and for that I’m sorry Jaskier”

The bard just sat there, stunned. 

“I don't think I’ve ever heard you speak so much in one go” he eventually said, hesitantly teasing. Geralt could see it for what is was - testing the waters.

“Perhaps I would’ve said more if you had let me get a word in edge wise” he retaliated, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Seemingly all the reassurance he needed, Jaskier sagged in relief, leaning forwards until his forehead rested on Geralt’s lower stomach.

“I missed you too, my dear Witcher”

They were quiet for a few moments, just enjoying their closeness.

“So you don't wish me to leave?”

Things finally clicked in the Witcher’s mind - the fear was not of him, but of being rejected by him again. With that sudden realisation, Geralt placed a hand in Jaskier’s hair, running it through his locks soothingly.

“Never again, bard”

The moment was interrupted by the door opening, Ciri launching herself at Jaskier with a delighted squeal.

“You were my wolf?” she asked incredulously, “I know you! You came to see me every year”

Jaskier’s grin was back in full beam on his face, “I’m honoured that you remember that princess”

Ciri giggled as Jaskier bowed his head theatrically from his where he was sat on the bed. Geralt stood back and watched the two interact, both full of smiles and laughter, a new lightness in his chest.

Yennefer leant against the doorframe, watching him with a surveying expression.

“Be careful with them” she said, eyes straying over to the pair, “Especially the bard”

Geralt raised his eyebrow questioningly.

“I’ve seen into his mind” she explained, “And that man would do anything for you”

Geralt looked back over to Jaskier, amber eyes meeting cornflower blue, “Hmm”

It took them another two months before they realised they were meant to be, the realisation occurring after a particularly rowdy bar fight in which Jaskier ‘defended Geralt’s honour’ by launching at two men who were speaking ill of him. (Geralt had dragged him into the alley - Ciri was in their room - and kissed him heavily against the wall. He insisted it was mostly to shut him up about his win)

And if Jaskier sometimes still purred when he was happy, or bared his teeth when seeing his ‘pack’ threatened, then who was Geralt to judge? He certainly wasn't complaining about the marking in bed either.

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[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

Can you do one where jaskier falls in love with Y/N, and geralt likes her (as a friend) but then one day in a battle she almost dies

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x Reader, Platonic!Geralt x ReaderWord Count: 1,002Rating: T for violenceTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle a/n: Thank you for your patience! Here you go!

“I thought there’d be time.”

Geralt looked up to meet Jaskier’s eyes and winced. He didn’t know what was worse, the blood or the haunted look in his eyes. Geralt wanted to tell him that there was time. He wanted to tell him that you were going to wake up, that Yennefer had managed to save Jaskier’s life and there was no reason to doubt her ability to do the same for you. He wanted to tell him that you were too strong and stubborn to go like this, especially before you could celebrate your first victory in battle. But the words died in his throat. He couldn’t say it because it wasn’t true and he’d be damned if he lied to Jaskier. Not about this.

Instead, he just looked up at him and held his gaze when the bard finally looked him in the eyes. Two men facing the loss of someone they loved. An incomplete set, lacking the piece that fit you all together. Since you’d joined their travels you’d become the perfect fixture to connect them better than they ever had before. You were quick-witted and playful, but also disciplined and responsible. You brought out the best in both men and they had fallen for you in different, but equally important ways.

To Geralt you represented a friend and ally. He was only recently coming around to the idea that he wanted them, but you made it easy, somehow. He had grown to enjoy and rely on being able to talk with you about things on his mind or ask for your advice. Jaskier had fallen deeply in love with you. Past the point of reason or words. There were times he thought love may be the death of him, times when his heart felt so full it would surely break. He knew now that he had been wrong. This was what a broken heart felt like. Cold and hollow. It felt like all the fire and life inside of him had been snuffed out the moment you went down, your blood dripping off the sword of the man in front of you. The same blood that covered him now.

“Jaskier,” Geralt said, grabbing his attention. Jaskier followed Geralt’s gaze and saw he was watching the door you’d been taken through open. Yennefer walked out, looking wan and pale, but when she looked at Geralt she gave a small smile and nodded. The men were on their feet in seconds, running for the door.

“Wait,” Yennefer said, holding out a hand, “She’s still weak. Only one at a time.”

Geralt couldn’t be mad at Jaskier for barreling past him. It was enough right now to know that you would live and he accepted the comforting embrace Yennefer offered him as he waited for his chance to see you.

Jaskier slowed once he was in the room, the sight of you so pale and drawn sending another wrenching pain through his heart. But then he saw you stir and look at him.

“Jask?” you said, your voice quiet and small but it echoed in his mind, a glimmer of hope.

“Y/N,” he said, crossing the room quickly and kneeling by your bedside. His trembling fingers took your cold hand in his and he rubbed it, trying to force warmth and life back into you any way he could.

“Are you ok?” you asked.

“What?”

“You’re all bloody,” you explained.

“It’s… not mine,” he said evasively.

“Oh… Oh!” you exclaimed as you understood what he meant, “Oh no I’ve ruined your doublet. And that was my favorite one too.”

He laughed, a choked sound that broke through the shock of everything that had happened, and his laughter dissolved into tears as he clutched your hand in his. You tried to say something soothing, reminding him that you were here, and it was going to be ok, but every sound you made only brought a fresh wave of tears. When he finally looked up at you again his face was red and wet and those beautiful blue eyes were pain stricken. You lifted your hand to his face and he kissed your palm.

“I thought there’d be time,” he repeated.

“Time for what?” you asked.

“Time to tell you how much I love you,” he said, “I thought there’d be all the time in the world and I kept putting it off but I almost lost you. You wouldn’t have known.”

“Oh Jaskier,” you laughed, wincing slightly at the pain even a little movement made, “Dearest I know.”

“You do?” he asked incredulously.

“Of course I know. You’re not the most subtle person in the world,” you teased. He laughed again but the tears that came were happier.

“Well I wish you’d let on,” he joked.

“Tell you what, let’s both be very clear how we feel going forward. Because we are going forward, Jaskier. All of us,” you emphasized, squeezing his hand with what little strength you had. He gently pulled your hand up to his lips and kissed it.

“Then I will start by telling you that I am so utterly, completely, hopelessly in love with you. And I am going to make sure I waste no more time in showing you what you mean to me,” he vowed.

“And I will tell you that you’ve had my heart since the first day we met when you beat that man over the head with your lute for being rude to me even though we were total strangers. And I’ve only loved you more every day since. And I’ll buy you a new doublet.”

At the sound of your shared laughter Geralt was finally unable to wait any longer and joined the two of you. There were no heartfelt confessions or emotional reunions between you and the witcher but the look you shared was more than enough and as Yennefer joined his side you sent a silent prayer of thanks that you had more time with the little family you’d found.

#Anonymous #jaskier x reader #platonic!geralt x reader #angst #reader request

[labyrinthof-fan-fiction]

Spring is Here

Geraskier 50s!AU

Summary: Jaskier seeing Geralt in the club for the first time. And damn if his song choices for the night weren’t spot on. Companion to my previous one-shot (When Your Heart’s on Fire) Smoke Gets in Your Eyes which can be found here.

A/N: My hand slipped, my brain slipped, Vic Damone’s album That Towering Feeling! and crooner Jaskier will be the end of me. That Towering Feeling! Released in 1956. ‘Spring is Here’ is the inspiration today. Fun facts about Vic: Born Vito Rocco Farinola in Brooklyn. His favorite singer was Frank Sinatra (same). He has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Warnings: Smoking and Alcohol Consumption, probably some swears. (yes I write half the warnings before actually writing this.)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Witcher, Geralt, Jaskier, ‘Spring is Here,’ or ‘Young Love’

Word Count: 1,791

Jaskier sighed as he made his way to the club, crisp spring air swirling about him. Another night, another show. Singing at Club Mythe paid the bills, and he loved it. The creative outlet of having his own set to change at will soothed the ache in his heart, not to mention having the best backing band in the city. He couldn’t count the amount of times they had pulled together his harebrained sets. But they always did, even if Steven, his pianist and bandleader wanted to throttle him on a daily basis.

This week they had the good fortune to have Antony, a violinist, available. And Jaskier was so happy to have a violinist available, this gave him the chance to dive into the heart wrenching love songs he had been craving. Sure, he could do this regularly, but there was nothing that pulled on the lovesick soul’s heartstrings more than a mournful violin.

Jaskier had been in a melancholy mood for weeks now, Club Mythe was one of those magical places in the city. You know the kind, secret and hidden, a sanctuary for the lost and downtrodden. A place where all the broken souls found themselves and found each other. Jaskier had felt envy making a new home in the pit of his stomach as he watched the couples in the room every night. The pairs in the corner of the room, whispering and kissing, oblivious to the world around them. The duos who spent their nights on the dance floor, wrapped together with cigar smoke swirling around them. Jaskier loved watching the dancers when he sang. Something about the atmosphere made them seem other worldly, and it was not just because of the people who made up the couples.

He often wondered how Andy was able to keep the place open. How he managed to slip under the nose of the law. Men and women dancing together wasn’t that groundbreaking, men dancing with men and women dancing with women an entirely different story. He had his suspicions of how Andy managed it, but he never asked questions. There were questions and things that he dared not ask or touch, because he knew it was smarter that way. He had enough skeletons in his closet, and he wasn’t about to become one in someone else’s.

He entered the club through the side entrance, nodding to Andy, who was stacking boxes of whiskey. He made his way through the club to the backstage area and tossed his overcoat onto the chair in front of the vanity. He noticed Steven’s jacket on the chair, but no Steven. He glanced around noticing Antony’s violin case in the corner. No Steven, no Antony. “Bastards.” He muttered, there was no doubt in his mind the two were hiding in a part of the club that he was not going to try to find. They’d come back in when they were done, with swollen lips and red faces. Jaskier always had a laugh at their expense, how they thought that anyone in this club, in this band would give a damn was far beyond him. But he was always left with a bit of jealousy and sadness. It was obvious to anyone who came across that pair, that they were truly in love. And Jaskier truly wished that he had someone who loved him as equally as those two loved each other.

He moved to look into the mirror. Straightening his pink bowtie made eye contact with himself. He picked up the comb he kept at the mirror and pulled his hair back into a slight pompadour style. He would never get the lift that Angie, the drummer, did, and they had the same length hair. He sighed and began humming to warm his voice up. He pulled the set list from his pocket, glancing over the tunes, occasionally running through the tough spots on an open vowel. To most he probably seemed insane, but he was a singer, and slightly insane. He heard footsteps and turned, Steven and Antony were walking back together, hands entwined and swollen lips. They had not heard Jaskier and he let an evil smirk come across his face, “Young Love.” He belted out.

The two men pulled themselves out of their rose colored stupor to look at the man in front of them. Jaskier winked at them and returned to his humming, how those two idiots kept thinking that no one knew what was going on between them was beyond him.

“So Jask, are you sure about this opener tonight?” Antony asked, threading his hands behind his back nervously.

Jaskier looked over at the man, “Why?”

“Isn’t just a little….sad to start with?” Antony managed to spit out.

Steven started laughing at the violinist, “Antony, my dear, there is no hope in trying to get Jaskier to change a setlist.”

Antony blushed, one hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck. “I know, I just thought….”

Steven reached up and placed a hand on the other man’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, Jask just needs to put himself out there, then he’ll get upbeat.” He glanced over and winked at the singer.

Jaskier rolled his eyes, “It’s the first day of Spring, ‘Spring is Here’ is a perfect opener.”

“And Jaskier has to remind all the fine patrons of this lovely establishment, that he is looking for someone to play backseat bingo with.” Steven said, dodging Jaskier’s arm that reached out to slap him. “C’mon let’s go get warmed up on stage before Andy opens this place up.”

Jaskier folded the set list and placed it in his breast pocket and follow Steven to the stage. Antony lingered to take his violin out. Jaskier made his way to the microphone adjusting the stand, he had been off last night, Bobby had been in for him, and he never seemed to remember to return the microphone back to how Jaskier preferred it. Antony made his way out and put the violin under his chin, Steven began to play chords as Antony began to twist his tuners. Jaskier settled in, waiting for the instrumentalists to finish.

“So what do we want to start with?” He asked.

“Let’s give ‘Spring is Here’ a quick run through.” Antony said, “That’s the most intensive one for me.”

“Start from the beginning then stop when we feel fine?” Jaskier asked.

“Sounds good.” Antony answered, rolling his shoulders and bringing the violin under his chin. He made eye contact with Jaskier, took a sharp intake of breath and began.

The trio finished their rehearsal, Jaskier had to admit, while the full band was exhilarating, there was nothing better than a small group of musicians who connected on another plane of existence.

Andy was wiping down the bar, “Can I let people in now?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” Jaskier answered, stepping away from the microphone.

“See you boys back in an hour.” Andy said, stepping away from the bar and nodding to Benny the bouncer.

The trio made their way back to the dressing room, Andy had set out their preferred drinks. Steven, straight scotch, Antony, beer, and Jaskier, water. Jaskier had done one show with alcohol in his system and it was almost his last. Now he waited until the end of the show to enjoy himself. The hour passed quickly, Antony and Steven wrapped in conversation, Jaskier wrapped in jealousy, he was happy for the two, truly. But he was lonely and ready for someone in his life, it just seemed that no one wanted him.

“Please welcome the house band, Mythe and Legends.” Andy announced.

The trio made their way onto stage as the group in the club greeted them with applause. Jaskier winked into the crowd, placing one hand on the microphone he settled himself on stage. Antony took his place next to him, he brought the bow up to the strings and gave a sharp intake of breath to indicate the beginning. He began with a quick paced scale, with trills. Once his introduction finished Jaskier began.

“Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?

Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing?

No desire, no ambition leads me,

Maybe it's because nobody needs me.”

Jaskier found his eyes wandering about the bar. Regulars littered the tables around the dance floor. Few of them had their eyes on him, they were too wrapped up in each other. He felt a tug in his heart as he continued singing.

“Spring is here! Why doesn't the breeze delight me?

Stars appear, why doesn't the night invite me?

Maybe it's because nobody loves me.

Spring is here I hear.”

Jaskier’s eyes wandered to the bar, and that’s when he noticed him. This man was not a regular at Club Mythe. He sat at the bar, silver hair pulled back from his face, light brown eyes shining across the room. He wore a black suit, but he was not comfortable in it. His tie was loosened around his neck and the first two buttons were open. A glass of whiskey or scotch, Jaskier couldn’t tell from this distance, in his hand. It was this moment that Jaskier thanked God for instrumental interludes. The man’s wide stature took up a large space at the bar, surrounded by couples, the man remained alone. This peaked Jaskier’s curiosity.

“Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?

Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing?

No desire, no ambition leads me.

Maybe it's because nobody needs me.

Spring is here! Why doesn't the breeze delight me?

Stars appear, why doesn't the night invite me?”

Jaskier hummed in harmony with Antony’s playing. His eyes never leaving the man at the bar. The man seemed to be intent watching the few couples on the dance floor, he glanced away from them and up to Jaskier. Amber meeting hazel. Time froze as they locked eyes. The dancers and band fell away until it was just the two of them. Jaskier smiled at the other man, who blinked a few times, then quickly glanced away. Even through the distance Jaskier saw the faint blush spreading across the other man’s cheeks.

“Maybe it's because nobody loves me,

Spring is here I hear.”

Jaskier kept his eyes on the other man, who took a deep taste of the drink in his hand then glanced back at the singer. As the instrumentalists brought the song to close, Jaskier tilted his head in the man’s direction. The man in turn raised his glass in a slight acknowledgement of the other man. It was this moment that Jaskier decided, he was not going to be singing songs about not being loved for very much longer.

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[katerdaddy]

If the world was ending- Geraskier

Jaskier's had sobering thoughts. He's had them a lot.

Wondering when will the day come when he finally realizes that the Witcher is still young while his joints ache.

Or where do you go after you're gone?

Or how would you like to live your final day. If the world was ending, what would you do?

That was Jaskier's most recent sobering thought.

Then he looked to Geralt. The night had gotten significantly colder, winter months nipping at their toes and noses. So to compensate, they pushed their bedrolls together, sleeping at most shoulder to shoulder. Jaskier didn't mind the new warmth, And truth to be told, Geralt didn't either.

Jaskier continued on looking at Geralt, tracing his profile veiw; from his unusually relaxed eyebrows, to his rough and patchy stubble.

He continued to view the Witcher. The golden pools of his eyes shining in the dim firelight, his tongue rolling across his bottom lip, making it shine, oh so beautifully.

He'd have to write a ballad about that sometime soon.

He unashamedly watched on, drinking in his friend. Is he allowed to call him that? A friend? He felt a much deeper, more adult connection than just 'friend'. But that was something to unpack another night. Tonight Jaskier just watched, one sobering thought after another entrapping his mind.

"What." Geralt gruffed out. Only his eyes shifting to look at the bard.

"Oh it's really nothing Geralt, don't mind me."

Geralt sighed. Well, more of a huff really, then turned on his side, facing Jaskier.

"You've been staring at me."

Jaskier meleted, those golden pools were staring right at him and the bard was swimming in it.

He smirked, falling deeper into the flattened bedroll. "Can I not admire the view?"

Geralt sighed again, his eyes lifting towards his brows. "Jaskier-" he was cut off. "No no Geralt of Rivia. You may not think that you are something every man and woman wants to take to bed, but you are one sexy piece my friend." There it came up again. Friend. Made Jaskier's nose scrunch, it felt icky. Almost like it was wrong to say that towards a man like geralt. The man stilled. Eyes still trained on jaskier. Oh those damn goregous eyes. "...Thank you." Geralt spoke softy, hesitantly. Trying to find the right words to avoid a sticky situation. The fire crackled lightly by their feet.

"You're very welcome." Jaskier's smiled. But not with his eyes. That thought was still bugging him. How would he live his final day? He didn't even notice it, but, he'd bitten the inside of his cheek, thinking once again.

"Jask..." He met his eye line, and he melted all over again. "Somethings bothering you."

Now it was Jaskier's turn to sigh, absentmindedly scooting his way forward towards the Witcher.

"Well, if today or well, tomorrow, the world was ending, what would you be doing?"

Geralt hummed, the corners of his lips turning up,which was not helping jaskier. Who was already melting under his gaze. If he was standing, his legs would be jelly.

"I'd do what I usually do. Kill monsters."

Jaskier chuckled, closing his eyes and shaking his head, his hair swaying as he did so.

"I don't know what I expected honestly." Geralt gave a soft chuckle back. They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, just soaking in one another's presence.

"What about you?" The bard smiled, his eyes getting droopier by the second. "Hmm?"

"What would you do for the last day?" He thought for a moment, different combinations and ideas running through his head. "I guess... I'd just do what I always do. Travel.... with you. Huh, what a boring last day for both of us."

Geralts lips curled up again. "Not boring to me."

He smiled, feeling lightheaded all of the sudden. "Not to you?" Geralt finally smiled, bearing his teeth. "Never."

There he went. Jaskier felt as if he'd been floating, seemed he could stay on this high for the next few years. "You cheeky Witcher. If I didn't know better, you're trying to get on my good side."

Geralt only grunted in response lifting up from his bedroll to mend and douse the fire.

"You are! I wonder why....Why is the white wolf, Geralt of rivia, trying to get on my good side?"

From the bards view he saw his counterpart, gruff and rolls his eyes. But that quirk in his lips was still there. He was happy tonight.

"You're funny bard."

Jaskier just smiled, lifting himself, so he was sitting up, from his bell roll.

"And you're in a good mood." The Witcher lifted his head, eyes up to the stars while he breathed in the air around him. The leftover smoke from the campfire, Jaskier's musk under his light flowered perfumes, the smell and of old rain. He was in a good mood.

"I am." He glanced to jaskier, who was once again lost in his thoughts, Brow furrowed and concentrated. "But you're not..."

Jaskier chuckled, meeting Geralt's eye-line.

"If today was your last day, and in a few hours the world would be gone. What would you say to me?" Dripping in seriousness, the bard lowered his head to the coals. He continued "I don't think I'd say anything, I'd be afraid, and I'd just want to be near you. Like now. I'd just want some time to just be near you. No words involved..." he chuckled dryly. "God knows I already talk enough for both of us."

Geralt paused, dropping what he was doing, making his way back over to the bard. "What's happening Jaskier?" He questioned, grunting when his strained muscles worked their way to sit down. Jaskier sighed, eyes lifting once again to the golden pools. "It's just... if the world was ending, you'd want to be near me right? We'd sit like this and just do anything we'd want! Just for the hell of it! And we'd not be afraid, right?"

Geralt nodded, still not following him and his expressive rambles. He did love to see the bards nose scrunch whenever he'd get frustrated, or see his eyes dart back and forth to his, not quite focused on just one eye.

"Because, I'd want to spend that time with you Geralt. I would." Jaskier moved forward, keeping himself in the Witcher's attention. Showing how he wants to get his point across.

"Because, well, because I-." He huffed. Silently bring up his courage. The light was getting dimmer. Just the light from the cracks of the coals was visible. "Because I cherish you Geralt."

Geralt smiled and cupped the bards cheek. "And I you." Geralt continued. "And if the world was ending... I'd want nothing than to stay in your company Jaskier."

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