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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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Demon!Geralt Geraskier AU premise/concept

(not a full full fic, just some fun)

Jaskier is a music student at an ivy league university. He has been disowned by his wealthy parents, so he is broke and working as a janitor to help pay his way.

One sunny morning, he is cleaning a frat house. The house is quiet, because all the frat boys are sleeping off hangovers from their epic Halloween party. There are broken glasses, stray bras, and empty bottles everywhere.

Ever since he was cut off financially and started cleaning dorms and frat houses, they don't invite him to parties anymore. It's fine. He is fine with it.

As he walks into the kitchen, one of the boys who used to be a friend (or so he thought) passes him groggily in the hall on his way to the bathroom. Jaskier feels a slight flush of embarrassment and decides to start cleaning in the basement.

When he descends the stairs to the basement, he takes in an odd scene.

There are abandoned velvet...robes? Everywhere? And more broken glass. There is a black circle painted on the ancient stone floors (Jaskier is gonna take a picture of that before he starts, to prove he didn't fucking deface university property) and burned down candles everywhere.

He takes out his phone and just as he snaps a picture, an abandoned robe in the center of the circle moves. Fuck. He jams his phone in his pocket. The guy is probably just sleeping something off, but what if he passed out down here? None of these fucking douchebags would have helped him. He better make sure he's ok.

He pulls aside the robe, to find a muscular, stark naked man, curled into a ball. The man startles when he feels the robe move, and he sits up. His hair is white and his pupils are golden. And when he sees Jaskier, his body flushes pink, and, wait....are those? Scales? Red scales?

The man swiftly arranges his hair and Jaskier realizes something disappears when he does that.

"Do you have...horns?" Jaskier asks stupidly.

"No. I do not have horns. Not any longer."

"Are those scales?"

Jaskier reaches out a finger and gets his hand slapped.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

The man doesn't reach for his robe. So Jaskier picks one up and holds it out. The man takes it but doesn't put it on.

Jaskier clears his throat. "Your friends are all sleeping up there. They can probably find a better place to sleep than on some rocks."

The man tilts his nose up ever so slightly. "They are not my friends."

He stands up and Jaskier's throat goes dry as he just keeps....standing. The man is huge. Like. Not normal huge. Enormous.

Jaskier looks down as the man puts on the robe. "Then why did you come to their party?" Jaskier lifts the broom in his hand. "I'm getting paid to be here at least."

"They summoned me."

"Summoned?"

Jaskier stares at him for a moment in silence. The man just stares back.

"Are you a--"

"A demon, yes."

"Shit. That's. That's cool. I've never met a demon."

"You aren't afraid?"

Jaskier scratches his temple and considers. "Well. According to my parents, Satan is my father and I'm going to hell when I die. So. Seems like I sort of....maybe...belong to you."

"Hmmm." The man seems to be amused, but it is hard to tell.

Jaskier holds out his hand. "Jaskier. Nice to meet you."

"Really?"

"Why not?"

"Well. It's usually less nice to meet you and more here are my demands."

"They summoned you to demand something? What do people usually demand?"

"It's usually fuck or fight. I don't know what these guys wanted because they wandered off before I got here. They were pretty wasted."

"Fuck...or..."

"They want me to kill someone for them. Or they expect me to fall in love with them and fuck them. Or some combination of the three."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, you're very attractive, Mr..."

"Geralt. It's Geralt."

"You're insanely attractive, Geralt. I feel uniquely qualified to say that since I have seen you stark naked. But it does seem rather....presumptuous to expect that any demon that shows up is going to want to fuck you."

"I do not think they care what I want."

Jaskier shuddered. "Fucking creeps."

Geralt grunts listlessly. He arranges the robe around him. The black velvet is stunning against his skin. These douchebag frat boys might be pricks, but they do have an eye for fabric.

Jaskier stays silent for a moment again, listening for noises upstairs. "I think they're still asleep. Why don't you get out of here. Go home."

"I cannot. I am bound inside the circle. And even if I could get out of the circle, I am bound to this plane until they release me. There is a ritual where they release me back home. Back to hell."

Jaskier lays down the broom and rubs his chin in thought.

"Can I let you out?"

"Yes. Just scuff the circle."

Jaskier immediately scuffs the circle, and Geralt sighs in relief. He steps outside of the strip of black paint and stretches his arms, then his legs. Jaskier is thoroughly transfixed by the rippling muscles and thighs thick as tree trunks.

"I cannot leave this area though. I find that I can get about a mile away before I start to fade. I cannot leave. And if they realize their ritual worked, they will find me."

"But the only way they will do the closing ritual is if they realize it worked."

"Exactly."

"You are in a pickle, sir."

"Indeed."

Jaskier clears his throat and scuffs the floor with his foot, even though the paint is scuffed enough. "You can come stay with me. Hide out. I am staying in a hostel now, but it's a private room. We could sneak you in."

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course. And I've already raided their pantry. I have bags of food under the window outside I can just swipe on the way out." Jaskier grinned. "We can eat like kings."

Geralt chuckles. "I do enjoy human food occasionally. I don't need to eat, but it is pleasurable. But Jaskier."

"Yes?"

The demon scrunches his face, affecting a ferocious threating expression. "His power over me does not extend to you. You cannot compel me to do anything. In fact, I can kill you with a thought. Just a mere notion. You'd be dead. Rotten. Bones clattering to the ground. All that before I even speak."

Jaskier sucks his cheeks in for a moment as he thinks. "Well, do you kill people for being annoying?"

Geralt shakes his head. "No."

Jaskier grins. "Then I'm safe."

They sneak upstairs together and slink through the halls. They hear voices in the living room and Geralt startles. The sight of a demon the size of a dragon trying to crouch back into corner is one Jaskier will not soon forget.

Two of the frat boys are awake and chatting. "Did you see fucking Julian come through here?"

"No. What's that dickswab doing here?"

"He's in the basement cleaning."

"He's the cleaning lady?"

"He's poor now. His parents disowned him."

"Why?"

"Why the fuck do you think?"

The boys dissolve into laughter and Jaskier feels his neck flush hot. For some reason, it is extra humiliating to be laughed at in front of a large, powerful, gorgeous, actual demon.

"Come on, Geralt," he says. "There's another exit.

As they change direction down the other hall, there is a shriek and a gurgle from the direction of the living room. Even though they move fast and are outside in just a moment, Jaskier hears the screams through the open window.

"Percy's dead!"

He looks at Geralt in shock. Geralt shrugs. "Percy wasn't at the ritual. I'm not bound to him."

"I thought you didn't kill people for being annoying?"

Geralt fidgets. "He isn't dead. They're being dramatic. It's just a bit of...pain." He watches Jaskier, brow furrowed. "Do you--do you-- still want to help me?"

Jaskier doesn't need to think about that one. "I do. But you need to learn some manners. There are a lot of assholes in this place and even some living in the hostel. If we leave a trail of bodies, they'll find you very quickly."

Geralt nods.

"Good. Now. How do you feel about cappuccino?" He lifted a bag that jangled. "They have one of those fancy machines. I'm borrowing it."

Geralt grunts again. Jaskier has already figured that one out. It is agreement.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #demon au

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fanby-fckry · 3 months

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Favorite flavor of Blorbo: Flamboyant, dramatic, sing-songy, queer/queer coded man who is not the main character, but is convinced that if he latches onto the MC and throws himself at the plot hard enough, they won’t be able to get rid of him.

#and it works #jaskier #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #draco malfoy #hazbin hotel #the witcher #blorbo #fandom memes #fanby’s fuckery

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kueble · 1 year

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Too Tempting

This is another Monster March challenge with friends. I had to keep it under 1k and the prompt was: Fangs.

Teen. Warnings: Demon!Geralt, very mild blood kink. 700 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier ties the laces at the small of his back with practiced ease. It might be more fun if Geralt helped, but his lover is lounging on the bed and getting some well-deserved rest before he leaves for the night. The contract shouldn’t take too long as he’s just been asked to scare off a man harassing the miller’s daughter, so hopefully they can take advantage of the fact that their rented room has a very sturdy looking bed. He would rather camp under the stars with Geralt anytime rather than go without him, but he still misses the conveniences offered by sleeping in a demon-friendly town. If only the entire continent could be so enlightened.

He dabs a bit of lightly scented oil on his pulse points and looks over at his emerald doublet hanging on the back of the chair. Deciding to ignore it for now, he pads barefoot across the room and slides onto the bed. Geralt eyes him skeptically, so Jaskier just grins and climbs into his lap.

“I thought you were getting ready,” Geralt says, and Jaskier shrugs before settling in with his legs on either side of Geralt’s thick thighs.

“And you were getting focused for your contract, but it looks like we have a bit of time to kill,” he points out.

“Oh whatever shall we do?”

“Two intelligent people like ourselves? I’m sure we can think of something,” Jaskier teases before leaning forward to catch his mouth in a gentle kiss.

They melt together, lips practically made for each other, and Jaskier sighs into the kiss. Geralt growls against him and licks across the seam of his lips. Jaskier opens his mouth to him, sucking on his tongue as Geralt plunders his mouth. His split tongue was odd at first, but now Jaskier yearns for it whenever Geralt’s glamour is in place.

He’s dropped it in the solace of their room, and Jaskier brings his hands up and buries them in his soft wings. Geralt groans as he grips him tightly, his slender fingers stroking through the dark feathers. He longs to rub Geralt between his shoulder blades, to dig his fingers into the sensitive spot where his wings meet, but neither of them would get their respective tasks done if he did.

Still, it’s very tempting. Too tempting, in fact.

Thankfully Geralt nips at his bottom lip, worrying it with his sharp teeth, and Jaskier gets distracted. He slides his tongue into Geralt’s eager mouth, running it across his fangs. It’s soft at first, but Geralt’s tight grip on his waist gets the better of him, and he kisses him roughly, gasping as the tip of a fang catches his tongue.

The copper taste of his own blood floods his mouth, and Geralt whines deep in his chest. Their tongues slide together desperately, as if Geralt is chasing the flavor, trying to get more. Jaskier can’t help pressing his tongue against the fang again, dragging another moan from his lover.

“We can’t afford to get lost in each other,” Geralt whispers shakily as he pulls back, resting his forehead against Jaskier’s.

“I know, Love,” Jaskier sighs breathily. “You have your contract to fulfill, and I promised the innkeeper that I would entertain his patrons tonight. But if we both finish before the moon sinks low in the sky, we should have plenty of time to revisit this later.”

“I plan on revisiting you all night long,” Geralt says with a chuckle. Then his face softens and he adds, “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

“And I shall hold you to that…before holding myself to this,” Jaskier teases as he grinds his hips down, their half-hard pricks crushing together through way too much fabric.

“Imp,” Geralt says softly.

“Demon,” Jaskier quips right back. Geralt rolls his eyes before kissing him one last time. Jaskier’s heart is swelling with affection - and his trousers swelling as well - by the time they both head out for the night.

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#my fic #cast a spell for your demon #geraskier #the witcher #geralt #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #demon au #vengeance demon au #demon geralt

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rauchendesgnu · 2 years

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So, I currently like playing around with more cover-like drawings.

This one’s for @3twindragons and her witcher fanfic!

#geraskier #the witcher #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt #julian alfred pankratz #my art #fanart #ao3 fanfic #geralt of rivia #angels and demons #fallen angel #black and white themes #pact bonds #tiefling bard #slaps concept: this boy can fit so much angst in it #wicked game #endless appetite #song lyrics

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roughentumble · 2 years

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had a really angsty idea for a fic the other day and now I'm making it your problem >:)

so basically Geralt somehow gets possessed by some kind of creature or spirit that feeds off chaos and strife, so of course it immediately realizes that Jaskier's in love with Geralt and throws it back in Jaskier's face, lies and tells him that Geralt knows and thinks it's so pathetic, that Geralt only puts up with him for the extra coin he brings and the occasional luxuries Jaskier's clout and reputation gets him

might respond to this a second time once more sober, but i had to respond right now because i am very much going *tommy wiseau voice* YOU ARE TEARING ME APART, LISA

#is geralt awake inside his own mind and screaming because he doesnt feel like that at all but cant control what the demon thing does???#or is he ''asleep'' basically and about to wake up to the Worst Thing Possible?#and poor jaskier getting all his worst fears confirmed oh my godddddd #does he even have a clue that geralt is posessed or does he look entirely normal??#like the idea of geralt's face twisted with malice sounds so cool for a visual medium of some sort but #it makes more sense for a creature like this to strive towards being undetectable.#and the idea of jaskier having NO WAY of knowing........ HEARTBREAKING #if theres like 20k of story beforehand you could have a very emotional moment where despite being very shaken and hurt #jaskier is like youre not geralt. geralt would NEVER say that.#and it being this very emotional triumphant moment(even tho jask needs love and reassurance once geralt's back to normal)#but without all that set up/buildup. man. jesus. fuck.#jaskier taking it all to heart. jaskier ruined.#jaskier devastated and geralt as an unwilling passenger forced to watch.#learning of jaskier's love for the first time in the most painful way possible #witcher tag #ogc tag #break my heart why dont'cha

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viridianstars · 11 months

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what's your name, b.o.b.? so they're calling you bob?

#i just....im at loss for words #this is my villain origin story #he's one of my fave characters ever (show!jaskier bcs idgaf abt the books) and this is what they did to him😭#it's so sick and twisted.#the witcher #the witcher netflix #he's still my special boy but im fighting demons rn #i watch this stupid show just for himmmmm #but also you're so right king say it louder for the “idc abt politics ppl” in the back“

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kittymaine · 2 years

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In Your Dreams

// This was another fill for Geraskier week. The prompt was Monster Hunt.

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier work together to defeat an alp, but the shared nightmares start to unravel them. //

Alps were not especially dangerous monsters, but they were annoying and very difficult to dispatch. Geralt had dealt with them before and they were certainly unpleasant. They were cruel nightmare demons, infiltrating their victim’s dream world and drawing out their victims’ most deeply held fears and causing them to face them in graphic detail while feeding off of their turbulent emotions. Unpleasant was probably an understatement, but Geralt had faced one before and falsely believed that this second Alp could unearth nothing the first hadn’t already shown him.

On his first hunt for an alp, he had been assailed by dreams of being alone, of killing those closest to him, of looking in the mirror to see something more inhuman than he was used to but somehow still clearly himself. Terrible dreams to be sure, but nothing that he couldn’t face and ultimately overcome. So, when Jaskier insisted on accompanying him, he hadn’t thought it would make any difference. He was wrong, of course. He usually was when it came to Jaskier.

Jaskier was earnest, kind, entertaining and increasingly attractive to Geralt. He had at first dismissed him as a frivolous bard and indeed he still thought he was one. However, his continued companionship had broken down some measure of Geralt’s reserve and as of late he had found himself thinking very fondly of Jaskier. This normally wouldn’t have been a problem if not for the keen senses of the alp digging up these fond feelings and twisting them nightly as he slept.

After less than a week of tracking the alp from village to sleepless village, Geralt found himself going a little cross eyed. In his dreams he saw Jaskier, at his most beautiful and incandescent laughing and smiling below him before he crushed him with a misplaced hand. He saw a cruel and uncharacteristically caustic Jaskier mocking him and betraying him, leading him to his death again and again. Sometimes the dreams were disturbingly realistic, Jaskier maimed or murdered while traveling with him or while trying to shield Geralt from harm. More so than the fears unearthed by the first alp, these dreams broke down Geralt’s calm disposition.

Jaskier didn’t seem to be faring much better. Geralt didn’t ask him what his dreams were like, since he had no intentions of relating his own. It didn’t matter that they didn’t talk about them. The bags under Jaskier’s eyes grew alongside his own, their tolerance for one another steadily draining until they were constantly sniping at one another.

“Perhaps it would be best if we went our separate ways,” Geralt said on the tenth day as they traveled along the base of a mountain, circling around small villages and the trail of terrified villagers.

Jaskier’s tired eyes snapped to his own, his expression panicked for a moment before quickly getting angry. “Oh! You wish to cast me off, I suppose!” he snapped.

“Jaskier,” Geralt said in a warning growl.

“No, Geralt, tell me truly how much I vex you and how you would like me to leave you to your business. I am such a burden to you, I suppose,” Jaskier continued, ignoring Geralt.

“I am trying to tell you that it looks like this hunt will go on for some time. We are obviously both being affected by it. You need not go through this. After I defeat the alp, I will be sure to relate the story to you,” Geralt tried to be as level as possible, but instead ended up saying most of this through his teeth.

Jaskier wrinkled his nose. “You telling me how things unfolded will be about three sentences long, the most unpoetic thing one could possibly imagine.”

Geralt ran a hand roughly over his face, trying to control his temper. If he started shouting at Jaskier, he would start shouting back and they would get nowhere. He knew this, because they had already had this conversation a number of times and every time it devolved into a frustrating shouting match.

They were both quiet for a while, both trying to find some other turn this conversation could take other than the well worn grooves they had been talking in for days.

“Geralt, there must be some way we can catch this creature and be done with this wretched task,” Jaskier said tiredly.

This was something they had discussed before, though not during this particular argument. “I’ve told you, we must catch him while he torments someone.”

They had tried early on in the hunt, when it became obvious that the alp was aware they were hunting him and thus had decided to send them nightmares each night, to have one of them stay awake to try to catch the alp in action. On these nights, the alp would pointedly not visit them.

“There must be some way to tempt him into attacking one of us while the other is awake,” Jaskier muttered.

Geralt shook his head slowly. “If there is, it’s not something I am aware of.”

Jaskier put his thumb in his mouth and began chewing on the skin around the nail, a bad habit he had only started since they began this hunt together.

They sank into silence and didn’t pick up the thread of the argument again. By the time that the sun started to set, neither of them had come up with any new ideas.

Geralt pulled Roach off to the side of the road without saying anything to Jaskier and began to unload the things they would need to set up camp. Jaskier silently took over the tasks he normally handled and they had camp set up quickly and quietly, orange light from the setting sun still limning the edges of the trees around them.

Once the fire started and their bedrolls were laid out, Geralt loaded up what weapons he thought he would need.

“There must be something we can do,” Jaskier muttered as he stared into the fire like it might hold the secrets to what he needed to know to defeat the demon that tormented him nightly.

Geralt regarded him for a moment. The flicker of the fire cast his face into deep shadow, making the bags in his eyes look even deeper than they actually were. His hair was uncharacteristically disheveled and his thumb was in his mouth again. Geralt could detect the faint smell of human blood coming from him. He must have bit open his thumb.

“He must be nearby. Try to stay awake, if you can,” was the only advice Geralt had to give. He knew it was probably useless. Jaskier looked exhausted. They were both exhausted. He wouldn’t last more than an hour or two by himself.

Geralt set out into the wood as he had many nights before. It didn’t take long for the orange fire light to fade and then disappear completely. It was unlikely that he would just happen upon the alp. Most of the legends about alps said that they only appeared when feeding. When not feeding, they remained incorporeal. He had a plan, though. He just needed to be careful.

Geralt made a wide loop, trying his best to keep his thoughts clear and focused on the forest around him, the sounds of animals in the trees and underbrush, the rustle of leaves in the faint wind from the west. Slowly, he made a circle, watching the moon rotate in the sky to judge how far into the night he had wandered.

When the moon was at its zenith, Geralt finally circled back to camp. He moved as slowly and silently as he could manage, which was extremely quiet. The fire had burnt down to faint embers by then. Jaskier must have fallen asleep pretty quickly, judging by how low the fire had gotten. This was promising for Geralt’s hunt.

As Geralt approached slowly, he saw it. The alp, a small brown leathery creature that looked like an emaciated child with particularly sharp bones and a small bit of stringy black hair on top of its dome shaped head. It was perched on Jaskier’s chest where he lay flat on his back by the fire. In the low light, Geralt could see the sheen of sweat on Jaskier’s skin, the belabored rising and falling of his chest, small moans and whimpers of distress as he twitched and fought the nightmare he was trapped in.

If Geralt was to attack it he would have only one chance. He pulled a short sword from its scabbard on his belt, the rasp quieted by a healthy amount of oil he had applied earlier in the day. He watched carefully from where he was hidden behind a small bush, but the alp didn’t react. It was fixated on feeding on Jaskier, its little sharp teeth displayed in a gruesome grin.

Geralt took three steadying breaths, trying to fill his chest with as much air as he could stand, aerating his lungs and flooding his blood with oxygen for the fight ahead. Hopefully it would be short and to the point. His iron short sword straight through the things chest and it would be dead.

Stealing himself and tensing his thighs, adrenaline already pumping through his veins, Geralt burst from the undergrowth with a great roar.

The alp’s yellow bloodshot eyes went wide and it turned toward Geralt. Geralt then seemed to see the next events in slow motion. He thrust his short sword toward the demon with precision, aiming for its heart. As he did so, the little creature arched back and out of the way while reaching out its long bony hand toward Geralt. He had too much momentum behind his thrust to slow or pull back and no time to adjust the trajectory. He missed the alp, his short sword skidding dangerously close to Jaskier’s delicate and unprotected stomach and the alp’s hand closed over his face.

As it did, everything went black.

Consciousness snapped back to Geralt like a blanket being pulled off of his eyes. The situation he found himself in was possibly more terrifying than the darkness itself.

The first thing he saw was Jaskier. He no longer was the exhausted and road-worn version he had just left, with bags under his eyes and at least a few twigs in his hair most days. His hair was glossy and warm brown, mussed like he had run his hands through it many times. His skin was healthy and flushed and his blue eyes were big and wide in his face. His lips were red and shiny with spit.

He was also getting the life choked out of him. By Geralt.

“The fuck?!” Geralt shouted, jerking back from Jaskier violently.

As soon as he was free, Jaskier scooted back as far away from Geralt as he could, coughing and sputtering and holding his throat.

With some distance, Geralt could see that Jaskier was nude. He looked down at himself, panic mounting, to see that he was also nude.

“Geralt?” Jaskier asked, his voice barely a whisper. He was looking at Geralt with those big eyes. He slowly pulled his hand from his neck and there were already angry blood blisters blooming beneath his skin. “Is that you? I mean, the real you?”

“Who else would I be?” Geralt spat before he could think.

Jaskier looked at him doubtfully and then the truth hit Geralt like a shovel to the face. He had missed his shot at the alp. It had grabbed him. He didn’t know what happened to someone who was directly touched by an alp like that. But, he now was in a position he didn’t remember with a Jaskier who didn’t look like the Jaskier he had just left.

Geralt glanced around at their surroundings. He already knew they were no longer in the forest, but a closer look at the room they were now in solidified his suspicions. They were in what looked like a nice room you might get in an inn. Any inn, but no inn specifically. When he tried to focus on a specific detail, like a piece of furniture or window or door, everything became strangely hazy. In fact, everything he saw seemed to have a film over it, like everything was softened, the colors richer, the shadows inkier, the light warmer.

“Fuck!” Geralt spat.

“My sentiments exactly,” Jaskier groused, scooting a little closer to Geralt now that he seemed confident that he was no longer going to strangle the living daylights out of him.

“This-” Geralt stopped himself. He had almost asked Jaskier if this was what he dreamed about every night. Based on their nudity, their location, and how they were situated when he came into the dream it was pretty easy to imagine the beginning of this dream and the terrible turn it had taken. Geralt had many similar dreams himself, too similar in fact.

“This is a dream,” Geralt said in defeat.

Jaskier nodded in commiseration. At least, they were both lucid and Jaskier was saved from seeing this nightmare to completion.

“I found the alp,” Geralt said into the depressed silence that fell after his last statement. Jaskier seemed to perk up in anticipation. “I missed my strike and I guess he threw me into your dream.”

Jaskier’s face fell upon hearing the bad news. “At least, we’re awake now?” Jaskier rasped, forcing some optimism into his voice, even if it sounded hollow with his wrecked voice. “For a given value of awake, anyway,” he added with a wry twist of his mouth.

Geralt twisted his mouth and tried not to look at the bruises on Jaskier’s neck. “Do you know where our clothes are?” he asked instead.

“Oh, um?” Jaskier cast around, obviously looking for Geralt’s clothes. Just as he turned to cast about, something fell on the bed behind them. When Geralt and Jaskier turned to look, two rumpled piles of clothing lay on the bed. “Well, that’s convenient,” Jaskier said slowly.

Geralt frowned as well. They had wanted clothes and they had just appeared. He supposed that it was a dream and they were now lucid so perhaps to some extent they had control over it. He quickly pulled his clothes on, Jaskier following at a more cautious pace, then stood up from the bed.

He wanted to see what else he could summon. He held out his right hand. “I want my short sword,” he said firmly and the sword immediately appeared in his hand, no falling from the ceiling, no strange light. It just wasn’t there and then it was, in the blink of an eye.

“Very convenient,” Jaskier said from where he was still sitting on the bed, his eyebrows rising toward his hairline.

Geralt turned a satisfied smile toward Jaskier. “If this works, I’m going to buy you the nicest room in the biggest inn I can find,” Geralt told him. Jaskier immediately sat up straight at the sound of that.

Geralt held out his left hand and tried to focus his will and determination, taking deep breaths into his diaphragm to center himself.

“I want that fucking alp,” he barked and just like the sword, the alp appeared, it’s thin neck just brushing his hand. He clamped down hard and the thing got only a short wheeze of surprise before he clamped it’s throat shut.

Geralt gave the thing a feral grin, savoring the look of fear and surprise on its face for all the grief and pain it had put them through and then rammed his short sword through its heart.

Geralt made good on his promise to Jaskier, though it had to wait until they made it back to the seat of the lordship so that he could turn in the alp. Luckily, the little lord made good on his promise and paid Geralt handsomely for not only dispatching the demon but for returning with its body in generally good condition. It was chock full of valuable magical ingredients if butchered properly. Once he had turned in his bounty, he had more than enough gold to treat Jaskier to the room he had promised him.

“This is really unnecessary,” Jaskier said as he stepped into the top floor suite. His face looked so pleased that Geralt almost didn’t dignify it with a response.

“If not for you acting as bait, I never would have caught it,” Geralt said with a sigh, collapsing back on the huge bed. It was a goose down mattress, something he hadn’t felt in many years.

Jaskier sat primly on the edge of the bed and tapped his fingers on his knees. “It really is thoughtful of you, though I hope you don’t expect me to sleep in this big bed by myself!” he said with a teasing lilt, though at a closer look the tilt of his eyebrows looked a little fragile.

Geralt gave Jaskier a guileless look for a moment before responding, “I was hoping you would allow me to join you, though the choice is completely yours.”

“Oh! Of course, we should share! Though I might have been bait, it was your quick wit that found the trick to defeating that evil imp,” Jaskier enthused, that fragility to his face disappearing so quickly someone else might have thought they were mistaken in ever thinking it was there at all.

“Perhaps you might let me impose on you somewhat further,” Geralt said slowly, getting up onto his elbows and then sitting up so that he was crowding into Jaskier’s space.

The bard looked up into his face guilelessly, “Oh? What boon does my mighty witcher need of his beloved bard?” he teased.

Trying not to let his nerves get the better of him, Geralt leaned in and carefully pressed his mouth to Jaskier’s. Nothing untoward, just a gentle press. When he pulled back, Jaskier looked absolutely pole axed.

“Perhaps you’ll let me share in more than just your bed?” Geralt rumbled, still leaning in close. Jaskier remained frozen. Maybe he needed more of a push. “Since I already seem to be a regular occurrence in your dreams,” Geralt added with a raised eyebrow.

“You-” Jaskier choked out and then seemed to restart, gathering himself for a more forceful, “You! You scoundrel!” he shouted, smacking ineffectually at Geralt’s chest. He chuckled deep in his chest and leaned into Jaskier, who only smacked harder and slowly flushed red with embarrassment.

Eventually, he gave up on smacking Geralt and covered his face instead. “You could have said something on the very long trek here, you know,” Jaskier said into his hands.

“Yes, but I wanted to wait until we had a nice room to enjoy the revelation in,” Geralt said before flopping back onto the mattress and enjoying the way it exploded in a puff as he landed.

Jaskier peeked out between his fingers, his ears still visibly red. “What a nasty old man you are,” he snarked from behind his hands, somewhat muffled.

“I won’t argue with that,” Geralt sighed, putting his hands behind his head.

When no further barbs or shocks came from Geralt, Jaskier slowly seemed to control his embarrassment and when he pulled his hands away from his face he was mostly back to its normal color.

Jaskier kicked off his boots and crawled up the bed to look down on Geralt. “You’re not pulling my leg, are you?” he asked peevishly.

“Do you take me for the joking type?” Geralt asked.

“You can give a good bit of sass when the mood strikes you,” Jaskier said flatly.

Geralt’s mouth twisted down in one corner. “I suppose. But, I don’t think I am one to play jokes.”

Jaskier’s mouth mirrored Geralt’s for a moment, though he looked more pensive. “I suppose,” he said slowly.

Geralt moved his hands down to his stomach and thread them together there. “You believe me, then?”

Jaskier’s expression melted and he looked so sad and trusting for a moment that Geralt almost had to look away. “Yes, I suppose I do,” he said, before leaning down to press his own kiss to Geralt’s mouth. Even though it was very similar, a chaste press of mouths, there was something tender in the way Jaskier lingered.

Geralt looped one hand around his waist to stop him from moving too far away.

“Bath?” Geralt asked when he pulled back a little.

Jaskier gave him a shrewd but fond expression.

“Yes, let’s have a bath,” he agreed.

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violette-hue · 1 year

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Hello :) would it be okay if I could have a Witcher and demon slayer matchup and congrats on reaching 500 followers :)

I am a straight 23 year old female who stands at 5’3 and my star sign is Capricorn. I have long black hair and hazel eyes, fashion wise I normally dress in black and other dark colours as black and purple are my favourite colours, I normally wear skinny jeans and combat boots so generally punk style or goth style. On special occasions I dress more girly.

I’m normally shy when talking to people for the first and scared to approach people. When I get to know people, I am more open and hyper around them. I really enjoy testing myself and improving myself as a whole, I also like to take care of other people and make sure they’re doing okay. I normally spend my time watching horror movies, playing video games, reading, listening to music of many genres and studying and I throughly enjoy working out. I love watching anime’s such as JJBA, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan etc.

Thank you for you time, I hope you have a fantastic day :)

Want a Match? Here’s the post!💕

I match you with Rengoku! With Rengoku, it’s a constant battle of who’s taking care of who. Ultimately, he’ll be a gentleman and let you take care of him. And he also loves you doting on him. He also loves to support you, particularly helping you test yourself. If you’re a demon slayer, he’ll always train with you and try to push you to be better. Honestly, would probably make you an apprentice if you wanted. If you’re a civilian, he’d push you in whatever you’re trying to better yourself at. If it’s studying for something, he’ll go out of his way to learn about that subject and test you on it. He’ll be a great study buddy.

I match you with Jaskier! I can totally see him trying to woo you with songs he’s made. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t. Most of the time, they just make you laugh, which he’s totally okay with. He loves seeing you smile, and he loves your hyper energy. It’s a lovely contrast to Geralt. In a modern AU, I can also see him getting into video games with you. His favorite would 100% be Animal Crossing New Horizons. He’d be so proud of his little island. I don’t think he’d be an avid anime watcher, but he will watch them with you. Eventually, he’ll ask you to put one of them on, but he’ll always get the titles and the characters names mixed up. He does not like horror movies at all, but if you’re there, he’ll try to stomach it. He’ll be cuddling into your side and blanket the whole time though.

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kueble · 1 year

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The Stars Above Us

This was written for Monsterfucking Week over at @thepassifloradiscord. Yes, there’s no sex, but monsterfucking is a vibe, a lifestyle if you will.

Part of my Cast A Spell For Your Demon.

Teen. Warnings: none. 1,200 words.

Geraskier.

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“I think we have a misunderstanding,” Jaskier said, giving the innkeeper his most innocent look. The man snorts and crosses his arms over his chest, stepping closer as he shakes his head.

“No, you heard me,” he grunts out. “You’re more than welcome to rent a room for yourself. We’ll have nothing to do with that demon you’re traveling with, though. No good comes from that lot.”

“Well I sincerely hope you never find yourself needing the kind of services his lot provides,” Jaskier says quickly. He looks out the dirt-streaked window and sees Geralt talking to Roach, letting her nuzzle his palm while he speaks. He is without a doubt the sweetest person Jaskier has ever met, and this asshole doesn’t deserve his company.

“I’d rather let the village burn than hire a demon,” the man responds sharply.

“Well fuck you, too!” Jaskier spits back. He throws his hands up at this useless man and then wags a finger right in his face. “I hope you and everyone in this dreadful backwater town gets a pox, and I hope you lose a limb from it. I sincerely hope your prick rots off,” Jaskier snarls at him before stomping out the door. He slams it behind him and then scurries over to Geralt and Roach.

“Sounds like that went well,” Geralt says dryly, and Jaskier has the decency to look sheepish under his pointed gaze. He honestly has no clue why people think Geralt is a problem, since Jaskier has more of a temper than anyone he knows.

“I, well, er, we best ride swiftly,” he mutters, but Geralt just shakes his head, an amused look overtaking his features. Still, as dramatic as Jaskier gets, Geralt knows when there’s a truth to his theatrics. He grabs Jaskier by the waist and tosses him up on Roach before jumping up behind him. With a kick of his heels, they’re galloping out of town.

Jaskier does his best not to pout, but he was really looking forward to a night in a soft bed. He supposes he’s let himself get spoiled by Geralt’s seemingly never-ending flow of magic. It’s been a rough few weeks, though, and his reserves have run dry. Seeing as they definitely won’t be picking up a contract in that hellscape of a town, who knows when Geralt will be able to replenish his magic?

“Don’t pout, it makes Roach feel bad,” Geralt whispers from behind him, and Jaskier tosses his head back with a giggle.

“Oh, Roach feels bad, does she? No one else?” he teases. Geralt snorts in his ear and holds him a little bit tighter. They’ll be alright, even in the face of stupidity and hatred.

“I think we’re far enough away that any sort of mob sent after you would tire out and give in,” Geralt says before guiding Roach off the dusty road and into the edges of the woods. The sun is starting to set, and Jaskier thinks it’s a bit romantic despite the circumstances. He turns to look at his lover, admiring him in the fading light of the day, and Geralt just flushes in return, his gray cheeks darkening.

They trot in silence for a bit, Jaskier leaning back against Geralt and just enjoying having him near. He has no clue how anyone could miss what an amazing man he is. He’ll spend the rest of his days convincing the demon he deserves happiness, deserves to be loved. He’s found his true purpose in life, and it’s a damn good one.

Geralt is quiet while they set off camp, and Jaskier gives him space. He knows his lover isn’t upset with him, but more than likely feels guilty about how they were treated. As if Jaskier wouldn’t tell the whole wide world to fuck off in an instant just to make Geralt give him one of his secret grins. Still, they’ve been together long enough for him to realize it’s no use talking to Geralt before he’s ready. Jaskier gives him time by keeping himself busy fiddling with the fire and digging through their pack for provisions. It’s slim pickings, but neither of them will starve.

They sit down to eat, the comfortable silence still surrounding them. Jaskier hums softly, testing the waters, and Geralt scoots closer to him, tucking a wing around his shoulders. The ink black feathers are soft, and Jaskier can’t help rubbing his cheek against them. They sit tucked together and finish their meal.

“Jaskier,” Geralt says softly, stopping to clear his throat. “I…I am truly sorry, you know? You were looking forward to a proper bed, and I don’t even have enough magic in me to give you that tonight.”

“Don’t worry on my behalf. I’ve gone without a roof and a bed plenty of times before, and I’m sure it’ll happen again. And before you start, I wouldn’t have taken the room without you, either. So just put that out of your head. We’re a pair, a matched set, I’ll have you know. There’s no use in separating us,” Jaskier tells him, hoping the message gets across. Geralt purses his lips, like he’s carefully choosing his next words, and Jaskier just smiles encouragingly at him. They’re in no rush.

“You deserve nice things, and I wish I could provide them more often,” Geralt finally says. There’s a sad look in his eyes, and that simply won’t do, so Jaskier jumps to his feet and reaches his hand down to help him up. The demon quirks an eyebrow, but lets Jaskier pull him to his feet.

Night has truly fallen around them, and Jaskier figures they might as well turn in early. He takes Geralt’s hand and leads him to their bedroll, gesturing for him to lay down on it. Once he does, Jaskier sprawls out on top of him, propping his chin on his hands so he can meet his eyes.

“I love you more than anything, Dear Heart, and I would never choose the comforts of civilization over you. That whole town can go up in flames for all I care. The bed probably had bugs and a scratchy mattress to match the innkeeper’s foul mood. I know you feel guilty for how we live sometimes, but there’s no other life I’d rather live. All I need is the stars above me and your wings wrapped around me to keep me warm,” Jaskier tells him.

“You’re all I need, too,” Geralt mumbles back, tucking his face against his arm. But his massive wings shift, hiding them both from the world, and it’s as perfect as anything ever could be. Jaskier leans in and presses their lips together, sighing into the gentle kiss. Though his desire for Geralt is always bubbling under his skin, there’s no pressure for anything more tonight. He keeps the kiss chaste, pulling back and setting his head down on Geralt’s chest. The last thing he feels as he drifts off is a lingering kiss pressed against the top of his head. His heart feels full.

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