#jaskier oneshot

[epiphany-of-a-madwoman]

Built to Fall Apart | Jaskier

▹ Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

▹ Genre: Angst with slight fluff towards the end

▹ Words: ~2.5k

▹ Summary: You and Jaskier were built to fall apart, yet you continued to come back together.

▹ Notes: .... :) This took so long and was requested even longer ago, but uh, here it is!

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It had been the first month of spring when you’d first met Jaskier. It was in a nameless inn located in a backwater town far north. He was bargaining for work while he and Geralt were in town, all you wanted was a drink and some rest. During that week, you’d ended up getting far more than you’d bargained for. Jaskier was wild and fun, not at all prone to brooding and fits of melancholy. You laid in that bed that was too small for two hours on end. Laughing, joking, and talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Though most of the time, your mouth was occupied with things other than talking.

You'd opened Pandora's Box. It would only make things messy and painful when the inevitable happened. The world was dangerous enough, and you weren't talented enough to save two instead of one. You never should've even entertained it, but you were selfish. So you did, and the last time you'd seen Jaskier, you'd been drenched in rain that mingled with your tear stained cheeks. He never looked back, it seemed all too easy to shake you off.  

You'd like to think he would've stuck around, but you never gave him much reason.

And what should’ve been done and over with still lingered like cheap perfume, even after six months. You couldn't shake him no matter how many bottles you emptied. Every nightmare held quiet moments, all soft smiles and glowing eyes. And when you woke, all the complications, fears, and hesitations melted away. Melancholic tinged rose colored lenses made everything seem so much simpler. 

There was just you. And then there was Jaskier.

It made you believe that things could be different, that maybe, just maybe, it would work out. 

Or maybe that was the burn of the whiskey going down your throat. Sitting alone at a nameless bar in a forgettable town you drank away your sorrows.

Suddenly he was there. Bathed in the warm glow of candlelight that made him appear ethereal, Jaskier. With his lute in hand, he strummed a note that cleanly rang through the room. His baby blue eyes shone like a clear sky, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in yours. He gracefully made himself the center of attention, patrons making a clear path for him. They were already enraptured and he’d only just arrived. Center stage and commanding the attention of the room, he opened his mouth, singing with that angelic voice.

Dumbfounded and off-guard, you watched, frozen in place. Everything you'd wanted, the person that haunted your every being was right in front of you. It felt like a dream and a nightmare all at once. He was a star that kept burning you.  

He seemed unaware of what he had done to you, not even aware you were in the room. Or maybe he had and simply didn't care. Perhaps you were just another woman that stole his heart for a brief moment. And then he went off and fell in love with someone new.

The barkeep poured you another drink and you slid him another coin, but your eyes never left Jaskier, captivated by the way he moved around the room. You’d nearly forgotten just how effortlessly he managed to control a crowd. How easy it was for him to garner their attention and never let it go. He worked them much the same as he'd worked you.     

He sang a total of four songs before taking a break. You never moved from the bar, continuing to drink until you couldn’t remember why you were drinking to begin with. So unaware of your surroundings, you wouldn’t notice if there was a war going on outside. 

“Y/N?” 

You turned, glancing over your shoulder. Jaskier was there, mouth agape and eyes wide. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost. He slung his lute over his back, gravitating towards you. Your posture straightened, eyes never leaving his. There was a glimmer of longing that sparked in his eyes. And it gave you a shred of hope, that maybe, just maybe, he missed you too. 

“Jaskier,” you said. It was like someone had shoved cotton in your mouth, tongue tied and throat dry.

“I-- I never thought I’d see you again,” he said, taking the chair beside you. He didn’t ask and you didn’t object. "But I desperately hoped to."

“Well, here I am.” You weakly smiled, hazy mind quickly sobering up as the smell of bergamot, lavender, and a mix of spices filled your senses. You breathed it in, making sure to commit his smell to memory.

“And I’m glad for it.” He turned to the barkeep and ordered a glass of wine. 

“Where’s your Witcher?” you asked, but you didn’t move your eyes from him, afraid he’d disappear if you glanced away for even a second.

“Finding the nearest brothel. It would appear he’d prefer paid company over mine,” Jaskier said, feigning offense. You laughed, the sound more akin to a snort. Jaskier smiled at the action, leaning towards you. It was a microscopic change, but you noticed it. You noticed everything he did. 

“So nothing has changed?” you asked. 

“Nothing has changed.” Something about the look in his eyes and the grin on his lips made you think he wasn’t just talking about Geralt’s disposition. The glimmer of hope grew bigger, nearly as bright as the scones illuminating the curves and edges of his face.

“Truly, even if Geralt’s need to keep everyone at arm’s length broke your heart?” You leaned closer, not as subtle about it as Jaskier had been. 

“I’m too persistent to be run off so quickly.”

You swallowed thickly.

“Even if it doesn’t last forever?” Your voice was soft and timid, a far cry from your normal brashness. 

Jaskier glanced down, his smile dimming ever so slightly and your smile mirrored his. 

“Most things don’t last forever.” 

Hesitantly, scared you’d read this whole scene wrong, you reached a hand out, resting it on Jaskier’s leg. He didn't move nor protest, so you kept it there. 

“Now, let’s not squander our time together with sadness.” 

In an instant, Jaskier did a complete 180, returning to his sunny disposition. If he felt any pain or sadness, he didn’t show it, so neither did you. Hours were spent in the tavern, laughing and drinking. It was as if you hadn’t spent six months apart. As if you hadn’t broken both Jaskier’s and your own heart. 

Eventually, the night ended with the two of you drunkenly ending up in the room you’d rented, all tangled limbs and whispered words. You didn't sleep together, both too exhausted to do more than sluggishly kiss every inch of each other's faces before collapsing into the bed. 

Jaskier wrapped his arms securely around you, your head resting on his chest. The beat of his heart was like a lullaby that lulled you to sleep. His fingers combed through your hair as you traced shapes onto his skin. 

“Tell me you’ll be here when I wake up.” Jaskier’s voice was pleading and soft. It caused a lump in your throat and a pit in your stomach. 

You deigned to not answer.

When the first rays of light hit, you were already awake. When the first rooster crowed, Jaskier woke, and when he woke it was alone. You’d already snuck out of the room and hit the road hours ago. He couldn’t find it in himself to be too disappointed and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be content with your decision. 

‘It’s better this way.’

You weren’t sure you’d believed that anymore.

oOo

Emerald leaves turned gold and the warm summer breeze became bitter winds when you saw Jaskier next, nearly 4 months later. It was another tavern, he was performing another set, and you were four drinks deep before he’d even arrived. Your hair was shorter while his was longer. 

But it felt like no time had passed when you first glanced at him. That first glance was the only one you could bring yourself to take. Shame had a firm grasp on you. Because he’d probably look at you with that easy charm and warm smile. He'd act as if your last meeting didn’t end with you running like a thief into the night. You'd prefer anger that you wouldn't receive. He was too understanding, too empathetic, and too...optimistic. 

Six songs and three more drinks passed before he approached. He hardly seemed surprised to see you and you wished the ground would swallow you whole. There was an empty chair beside you that he claimed, ordering the wine he always did. He didn’t speak and neither did you.

“Funny seeing you here.” 

Jaskier broke the silence first. 

A huff of a laugh left your mouth, eyes locked on your drink. 

“Can’t decide if I’m following you or you’re following me,” you weakly muttered. An attempt to cover your discomfort with humor. 

“As a partaker of the arts, it is my duty to follow things of great beauty so I may make songs about them so people all over the realm can experience what I have.” He leaned closer to you.

You shook your head and smiled down at your drink.

“You wrote songs about me?” you asked, sparing a glance towards him. Only your second of the night. His blue eyes glowed with the light of a thousand stars. A single glance and any trepidation was burned away. Back in his honey trap, you were done for, again.

“You’re all I can write about, nowadays.” As he spoke with near reverence, you had no choice but to believe him. It made your heartbeat against your chest, head fuzzy and light, but not from the alcohol.

You needed to change the subject before you fell under his effortless spell completely. Though, that effort was already a lost cause. 

“Where’s your Witcher now?” you asked, excepting some quip or another. Jaskier’s smile faltered, eyes dimming considerably. Something happened, something that not even Jaskier could bounce back from.

“We decided to go our separate ways,” was all he uttered. It seemed you and Geralt were more alike than initially anticipated. Seeing as you both tended to hurt the people around you.

Another pang of guilt hit your chest. Silence followed the uncomfortable kind that made you squirm in your seat. When did things with Jaskier become so…awkward. 

‘Maybe after you left him…again.’ your inner thoughts chimed in. Those thoughts were pushed aside. 

“I’m a fucking mess,” you blurted out before fully processing you’d spoken aloud. You clamped your mouth shut and returned your gaze to your drink. Grip so tight around the glass it turned your hand white, your face burned with embarrassment.

“I won’t argue that,” Jaskier said with a slight chuckle and shake of his head. 

“What are you even doing here?” Your words were more forceful than anticipated, but you didn't take them back.

"Well I'm performing--"

"Not here as in this inn, I mean here, as in with me? Why are you sitting here with me right now?" you asked, Y/E/C eyes unwavering from his blue ones. 

Jaskier slowly nodded, his smile turning more somber than it had been. 

"Just uh, hoping for a happier ending I suppose," he mumbled, words nearly lost to the crowd. 

You'd heard him, but wished you didn't. It only worsened your guilt. 

"Why?" you asked, voice hardly above a whisper.

"I don't think I'll ever feel the same way I felt that week we spent together," he confessed, cheeks turning a pale red.  

"That was almost a year by this point. Surely you've met other people?" you asked, disbelief mingling with uninhibited giddy.

"But none compared to you," he said in an almost wistful tone. "Both in the way you mend and break my heart simultaneously."

“I don’t know why I keep doing that,” you glanced at him, mouth set in a frown, eyes wide and sad. It was the most vulnerable and innocent you'd looked since you took up adventuring alone.  

“Oh, I think you do,” Jaskier said, a self-effacing grin on his face. “It’s the same reason that I keep giving you the chance to leave.”

You shut your eyes for a second, gathering your dizzying thoughts. 

“It feels like we were built to fall apart then come back together,” you said, the rim of your glass resting on your lips. 

“Oh and I thought I was the poet,” Jaskier said, nudging his shoulder against yours. You huffed a laugh, deeply drinking from your glass. 

“But I don’t want that,” you said, and after a moment passed, opened your mouth again. “Which is ironic since I’m the one who keeps making it fall apart.” A self deprecating laugh left your mouth as you took another shot of whiskey. It burned, but it felt good. A distraction from the war in your mind.

“That's true you do keep leaving,” Jaskier said, lips getting looser the more he drank. The smile on your face faltered as you rested your cheeks against your hand. 

"You never asked me to stay, not when we first parted ways," you pointed out, tracing a finger along the ring of your glass.

"I didn't know you wanted me to ask," he said.

You swallowed thickly, lips downturned into a frown. 

"But I would like to note, I did ask you to stay last time we met," Jaskier said, a finger pointed in your direction.

"I suppose you have a point." Your posture perked as a tentative grin returned to your face. “God I’m so stupid.” You rested your head against your hands. 

“Oh I think we’re both incredibly stupid,” Jaskier said. His voice light and eyes bright as he watched you. “So how about a toast, to two idiots who can’t get it right.” He lifted his glass in the air, motioning for you to do the same. 

“To two idiots,” you echoed, gently clanging your glass against his.

The rest of the night became more of a blur the more drinks that got poured. At some point, you ended up where you always did, back with Jaskier. So tangled together you couldn't discern where you ended and he began. 

oOo

Sunlight trickled into the room, the sheer curtains in the room doing nothing to block it. You were warm, arms firmly wrapped around your body, locking you in place. Slowly, your eyes opened, the edges still hazy from sleep. The distant echoes of patrons in the tavern below disturbed the quiet. Jaskier was still fast asleep, seemingly content to sleep through the day. 

For a moment you contemplated running as you had before. But those thoughts were banished before they could fully form. You were done with running and done with hurting people in an attempt to save yourself. Not much of a life it was if you were leaving everyone at arm’s length.

Like a lazy cat, you stretched your body, rolling on your side and burrowing your face in Jaskier’s chest. A contented sigh left your mouth, eyes shutting once again. You heard a yawn, Jaskier’s chest vibrating with the sound.

“Hmm, what--” he began to mumble, voice thick with sleepiness, but then cut himself off. He blinked, once then twice. You were still there. Really there and not a figment of his imagination. 

Seemingly contagious, it was your turn to yawn, eyes opening and meeting his afterward. He simply stared, speechless. In response, you gave him a grin, small and bright. 

“You stayed.”

Your hand gently cupped the curve of his cheeks, leaning close enough that your nose tickled his. 

“I stayed.”

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@aknerdchick

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[blushstories]

Would you be interested in writing a Jaskier x Reader where the reader is in the middle of a nightmare? Her yells wake Jaskier up and he tries to wake her and finally he comforts her because she's a bit of a blubbering mess while she comes down off of her nightmare scare. Thank you!

yes amazing thank u anon dearest im here for this !!

At first, Jaskier thinks he's having a nightmare. A haunting, shadowy sort of nightmare that's burrowed into his mind and is overriding all his senses: you're screaming, in pain, and there's nothing he can do. His muscles are wound up so tightly they might snap, and they grow louder and louder, into a full crescendo...

And then he wakes, bleary-eyed and slightly confused, the fire outside almost blown to its embers. His jaw aches.

It's not the dim lighting that reveals anything, though. It's that your screams haven't disappeared, despite his certain consciousness: it's like a Kikimora has clawed at his heart, long, sharp claws tearing him to shreds.

He instantly turns to you, catches the beads of sweat glistening on your temple, the crumpled blankets in your fists that he almost feels sympathy for. Every now and then, your whimpers morph into a more desperate cry, a call for help, that Jaskier believes was much louder when he was asleep.

His blanket scrunches into a log by his feet as he scrambles across to you, hands hovering over your shoulders because he's heard that you shouldn't wake up someone having a nightmare. Or is that sleepwalking?

Another cry slices into his heart and he's had enough. He puts a hand to the side of your neck, and one on your shoulder, squeezing lightly and whispering your name. Over and over, like a spell that will pull you back to him and away from whatever hell is flashing behind your eyelids.

His hand on your neck migrates to your cheek, thumb pushing into the flesh and gently massaging: the face is more sensitive, you must be more likely to wake.

Your eyebrows knit together, unhappy wrinkles settling into your forehead as the frightened whimpers return. Jaskier doesn't know what to do, afloat in an ocean subject to a storm, and is about to find Geralt for a potion when--

A strangled gasp interrupts the previous rhythm of sounds, and your wide eyes meets Jaskier's, your hand flying to grip his wrist. Jaskier wants to utter something like a hallelujah, but the thought escapes him when your breaths sound full of pebbles, and fat, hot tears emerge from the corner of your eyes and fall past your temples.

There's hardly a hint of recognition behind your eyes, but with a hand cupping the back of your head and one on your shoulder, he hauls you upright and sits you against something hard. Your shoulders shake and you cover your face with your hands.

Your nightmare rewinds in the heat behind your eyes, seared into your mind's eye. The darkness provides no comfort, your hideout in your hands holding a toffee-like heat, dripping through your fingers and trapping any oxygen from coming through.

Through the sticky heat of your hands comes a voice, a familiar voice that melts away some panic, enough for the light to seep into the gap. You hear your name, and drag your hands from covering your entire face to just your mouth.

You're met with Jaskier's loving eyes, his eyebrows threatening to cross. His hand is on your knee, thumb swiping along your patella, as he looks for an opening.

"Oh, darling," he whispers. "It's gone now, see?" He gestures around the both of you. Sure enough, nothing from your nightmare is anywhere in sight. Just you and Jaskier. And somewhere else, Geralt, probably.

"It's just us here. You and me. Oh, please don't cry," he shuffles next to you, pulling you into his chest. You grip the soft fabric of his shirt tightly, as if he's going to slip away the moment you let him go, and you'll be dragged into the depths of your tortured mind once again.

"I'll fight it. Whatever it was, I'll get rid of it," he says in a low voice. "Better yet, I'll set my guard dog on the monster. Geralt's had a lot of practice." Your soft sobs are interrupted by a hiccup of a giggle, and Jaskier begins to relax.

"There she is," Jaskier's glad when you've let it all out, two hands on your face to really look at you. You offer a small, tired smile, and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. When he releases you, you sit as close to him as possible, arms overlapping.

"Bad dreams can be a real ball ache," he says lightly. You hum in agreement, still shaken.

"Thanks for waking me," you say leaning on his shoulder. He grabs your hand and squeezes tightly.

"Always. Will you be okay to sleep soon?" He asks. "Soon," you nod. "Not yet, I think," you inhale deeply. "Can I stay with you? It's fine if not, I just--" "Of course you can," Jaskier interrupts, kissing the back of your hand firmly and lingering. His breath skips across your skin, and you feel grounded.

The night isn't as long with him next to you.

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[spielzeugkaiser]

Season 3 really brought the S1 Geraskier vibes back for me and I can't really explain why or how, but I just love it 🥺 they are deep in their cups (well. Jaskier is!) meanwhile Ciri under the cut:

They are very cute but she is tired. CIRI HAS SEEN THINGS

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[redskull199987]

Of Thoughts and Actions

Jaskier x fem!reader  word count:0.9k Warnings:spoilers for season 3, apart from that just fluff Summary: You didn't see your friend Jaskier for a long time, since he split up from your group after the events at Kaer Morhen. So, when Geralt suggested that you ask the bard for help, you were more than happy to see your singing friend again… Masterlist

You watched the scene in front of you unfold with a smile on your face. Jaskier´s sweet voice was slowly lulling Ciri to sleep, after you had spent the evening playing cards against each other. Jaskier, of course, had lost all of his money to the young girl. Finally seeing her smiling again, having fun again, after all she's been through lately, made you feel like it was still worth fighting for. For Ciri, and her future. “What are you thinking about?”

Your head shot up, as Jaskier suddenly stood in front of you, his slender frame towering above you. “Just thinking about our journey so far”, You mumbled, as you slowly stood up, starting to gather the plates at cups from the small table you had been playing cards at, until a few minutes ago. “Anything in particular?”, Jaskier smiled, as he helped you clean up, picking up a plate. “Oh, maybe the one time, Geralt and I saved your ass?”, you chuckled, playfully hitting his arm. Jaskier mockingly opened his mouth, acting like he was utterly shocked by your words.

“Fine then”, he mumbled, stepping closer to me,”Remember when I taught you how to dance, that one particular evening where you had too much ale?”

You felt your cheeks redden, as you remembered how much of a fool you had made yourself. even Geralt had laughed at your sloppy dance moves, and Geralt never laughed, ever.

Jaskier had seemed to notice your discomfort and slowly stepped closer. He looked down at you for a second, before carefully grabbing your hands. “You know, I always thought you were the most beautiful Dancer, I had ever seen in my life.”, he smiled, causing you to blush even more. Since when were you so easily flushed? You were a great fighter, that had been through many battles along with your companions. But  now you were a blushing mess in front of the smiling bard. When you didn't say anything in return, Jaskier just continued to recount the story:”Not because you were the best at dancing or the most experienced, but because you enjoyed yourself. You were having fun to no end, just being yourself. That's what I´ve always loved about you, Y/N.” You were speechless at this point. You always knew that what you felt for Jaskier was different than what you felt for Yennefer or Geralt. It was more than friendship. But you never believed that he was feeling the same way, in fact you still didn't believe it. 

Against all your better judgement, you slowly pulled your hands away from Jaskier and excused yourself, saying that you needed some fresh air. And within seconds, you had left the small hut, stepping out into the night. 

Taking in a deep breath, you looked up admiring the stars that glistened in the sky. Upon seeing your breath come out in small huffs, you realised how cold it was. You slowly started walking around a bit to conjure some warmth, but it had no effort. After two laps around the hutt, you were still shivering. You debated going back inside for a second, but you didn't quite know if you were ready to talk to Jaskier again. 

The decision was made for you, as you felt how Jaskier´s coat was being wrapped around you. The purple material easily engulfed your form, preventing you from shivering. You turned your head to see said bard standing behind you, one of his hands was resting on the small of your back, as he wrapped the coat further around your form. “Thank you.”, you mumbled, looking back down. “You seemed cold”, he smiled, now stepping in front of you. His hands came up to adjust the collar around you. You felt his touch linger, as his bright eyes shifted towards your face. “Y/N”, he suddenly said. His hand rose to gently caress your cheek. Slowly leaning into his touch, you listened to his shallow breathing to calm yourself down.

“Jaskier.”, you finally said, looking up at him. He only sighed, seemingly not really knowing what to say:”I-I havent been honest with you,Y/N” “About what?”, you uttered quietly. He didn't say anything for a second, just staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“I really want to kiss you.”, he suddenly blurted out. You only smiled at him:”then do it.”

It only took Jaskier mere seconds to press his lips to yours. You felt his hands pulling you closer by the waist, as he deepened the kiss, his lips softly working against yours. Only as you parted, you actually realised what had just happened. Yours eyes widened, as you looked at his dreamy face. “I've wanted to do that for ages”, he admitted. A smile crossed your lips at his words:”I´m glad that you finally did.” “Oh I could kiss you again a thousand times, my love”, he chuckled, slightly squeezing your waist. “I wouldn't have a problem with that”, you whispered, before connecting your lips with his once more. Bonus: Ciri´s eyes slowly fluttered open, as the soft sunlight hit her face. Upon sitting up in her bed, she started to look around the room in search for her two friends. She expected them to be in their separate beds, still sleeping but Ciri couldn't help but to smile at what she saw in front of her. Right there, just a few metres away from her, you and Jaskier were huddled up together in the tiny bed. She could barely see your smaller form, as Jaskier was laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest. “I knew it”, she mumbled to herself, before slowly getting up to get ready for the day.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Request: The Witcher: Geralt Of Rivia- Brutal Life

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Wolf!Reader

Pov: Geralt

Warnings: Kissing, injured reader, fake monster sighting, camping, jaskier being his normal self, lone wolf, romance, fluff, dreaming.

Summary: A hurt wolf is marked as a monster so Jaskier and Geralt go to investigate. Geralt knows something is off though so he tries to be helpful.

WC- 2.0k

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers; Remember that Geralt of Rivia here on my page will continue to be written as if Henry Cavill is playing his character.

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There was commotion going on just outside of the small town that we were staying in. Damn people and there need to intreput my dinner time. Jaskier was already apart of the drama happening outside. He came running back into the bar. “Jaskier what is it now?” A roll of my eyes gave tell to that small fact that I didn’t care or want to go outside to deal with commotion going on. 

“Geralt you just have to help these people. You’re the witcher for fucks sake.” Jaskier wasn’t kidding. He was dragging me or at least trying to drag me towards the door of the bar. “Jaskier would you stop it already.” I mumbled out. “I’m coming alright, are you happy now.” Just outside the door the dark and loud rumbles of a growl could be heard. My interest was peaked to say the least as people ‘ohh’ and ‘awwd’ at whatever monster they had decided stupidly to surround. 

By the time we got outside there was more then a gaggle of people surrounded it. Forcing it down into a tiny closed circle. “Oh the great Geralt Of Rivia here to save the day as always.’ A cocky old gente. I ignored him as I did with truly everybody in my life. “What seems to be the problem here?” I asked loudly into the crowd of people that was steadily growing. 

The ‘monster’ was ovibouly not that scary, or dangerous as the crowd drew louder and crazier with every passing second. The rambles of talking and screaming, and everything else that humans are so great at doing. The smallest of whimper I heard in the crowd of people. “Can angbody get their heads out of their asses and tell me what the fuck is going on.” I asked loudly, my voice moving through the crowd. 

A little girl is the one that answered me. Her voice was squeaky, and high pitched but she came forward. “Witcher it’s just a pour lonesome wolf, her leg is injured a little. She’s a whimpering mess over here.” The little girl said. I was impressed, but then the immediate stress of the world came crashing down on me. If that was so not a true monster then I wasn’t needed here, but the whimpers were so damn hard to ignore. 

“Alright gents and gals it’s time to get your noses into something else that isn’t this clear none monster.” My voice boomed loudly across the field. Their were sighs, and disappointing words flying in through the sky. The growling started as soon as the crowd cleared the field and I got closer. The closer I got the more protective the wolf seemed to get. Jaskier as always was whining behind me. “Geralt let’s just go if you say it’s just some wolf then theres no need to sit around and wait for it to bite on of us.” Jaskier blabbled out. There were many times I wished that I had told Jaskier to shut up, but going to do a task was better for me right now. 

“Why don’t you go gather our things from the bar, and Roach. I’m staying here to help this little one out.” I looked over my shoulder at Jaskier. There was an odd look on his face, then a shrug of his shoulders before he left the two of us in the field. The growled hadn’t stopped not even when I was talking to Jaskier.

 I turned my attention back to the wolf on the ground a growling and whimpering mess. I reached one of my hands out, “Y/n is that you?” The words pouring softly. Even strange to my ears. Her eyes were so damn familiar, and I hadn’t seen her in years… more then years. It felt like decades had passed. The last time I had seen her was when we were young children. Playing and before the world had separated us. The hand that I had reached out was getting closer and closer to being bite. 

“How about we try something different huh?” I suggested, she growled lowly, and kept her eyes on me the entire time. “How about if you want help you just have to follow us.” I wasn’t one for having tag alongs but Jaskier had broken that record, and the wolf well if she was Y/n then there was nothing I would do to help her. Jaskier returned everything in his hands. A small huff of frustration falling from his lips. ‘Are you fucking insane Geralt, I can’t go around having people think I’m just your servant.” With that Jaskier dropped every single one of the bag interlocked in his arms and fingers. I rolled my eyes and walked away from the wolf towards Roach. 

Petting her muzzle and then her mane. I turned and gave Y/n a knowing wink before walking towards the bleak basically dead treeline. Winter was on its way and the further we got away from the cold the happier that Jaskier would be. I kept an eye behind us as we travelled. Jaskier walking beside Roach, I kepther on the right track. “Who’s following us?” Jaskier prayed. I looked down at Jaskier. I wondered for how long had he been standing behind me, while I was talking to Y/n. “Nobody.” I clarified, as I got Roach back on the right path. 

By the time that night fell on the sky, and treeline disappeared behind the dark sky I knew it was time that we stop. The last tiem I had seen Y/n walking behind us was before the sun set, and I was purposely walking Roach slower then normal for Y/n to keep up with us. Yet another thing that Jaskier commented on. “Why are you walking Roach so slow? Is she sick? You aren’t going to put her down if she’s sick are you? I’ll kill you if you do.” Jaskier rambled on, and with that the first question was forgotten behind Jaskiers concern for the well being of the horse.

The moon was high in the sky when we finally managed to settle in the small camp that we had… that I had made for the two of us. I could Y/n far in the distance, close enough to the heat. Far enough away from being caught, or taunted by either on of us. A fire burning that crackled with each burn of leaf and stick. The most scariest thing for Jaskier was the wolf, she had come to camp. A limp in her walk and still forever staying far away. A full moon had just passed and so from what little knowledge I had on wolves I assumed she would be changing form tonight in the darkest of night. 

The wolf had decided that when of course she was comfortable she would join the camp. Jaskier being the scared little puppy he always was about everything wasn’t having it, and retreated to his sleeper. I tired my hardest not to laugh as Jaskier hurried away underneath the sheets of his cot. “If you feel comfortable, my lap is open for you to sit.” I muttered towards Y/n. Her ears peaked up, as she gave me a weary look. The truest of black eyes staring me down as I wondered what might happen. The growls had stopped, and the whimpers had began as Y/n walked on her paw. Small winces could be seen down her snout and with the curve of her brows underneath the prettiest fur I’d ever seen. 

I waited for what seemed like a few moments. Time passed and the fire crackled against the dark sky, I waited until I felt the softest of nudge on my hand. When I did look down it was Y/n, her paw was placed gently on my hand almost bracing herself on me. Her eyes watched me with intent, keeping everything in a close enough gaze. “Y/n just lay down I promise I wont hurt you.” She took only a few seconds before making the quick choice and snuggling into my lap. 

Warmth from her fur exploded into my clothing and skin. I wasn’t about tp pet her, but the closeness was enough for me. It had been so long that I hadn’t even thought of Y/n, but seeing her like this stuck in this form and hurt. My mind raced as I thought of what a cruel human being could have done this. The question popped into my head. Looking down at the curled up wolf in my lap her head rest on my thigh. “Who did this to you Y/n? You must tell me.” Gently the words flowed out soft around the edges and waiting for a response. 

She just looked up and then nuzzled her nose into my thigh. A wet imprint from her nose stained my trousers, and I wondered if she’s ever tell. If she’d ever get the chance to the mutter the name of the horrible, vile, straight up disgusting human had hurt her this way. I moved ever so slightly and took Y/n with me as I lowered myself into the cot. “For now we will sleep and tomorrow you will tell me who hurt you. We have much to discuss Y/n.” I whispered into the cold winters air. 

I dreamt that night for the first time in a long time. A small boy chasing a beautiful young girl. Her hair flowing in the wind before her mother had told her to cut it all off, or rather before the girl had taken a pair of shears to her hair and chopped it off at all sorts of angles uneven with each other. 

I watched as she grew into a beautiful women. With piercing eyes, and a beautiful smile that made me melt in the knees. The only women to ever bring me to my knees was Y/n, the girl that hadn’t thought about in such a long time. Even has I slept the smell of Y/n whafted into my nose. Dirty, blood, but a hint of rose, and lavendar. Calm was everything that Y/n was, she was peace next to me. 

In my dreams I saw a her standing there waiting for me, open arms and the widest smile on her face. Kind eyes that made you fell safe, I ran and ran as fast as my feet would let me. I wanted to feel the warmth of her body, the warmth of her heart pressed up against mine. When I reached her the batted breathe I let out felt like thousands of pounds being lifted off my shoulders. 

She was the one to kiss me. Y/n lips felt so soft, not chapped and cut like mine due to the work I did. Her hand coming to rest comfortalbing in my hair as she tug and pulled me close. No fighting for dominance within the kiss or teeth scrapping against each other. We weren’t haste for time, so we took it for what it was. A peaceful, calm, deep, and loving kiss. The first of many and the best for a first. I wished that I didn’t need air, and Y/n was all that I needed in order ot survive. Y/n was my life line. In her arms I feared nothing and wanted nothing more then to be there in that moment forever with her. 

A brutal life was one of waking up with her gone. Nothing was left behind as a guide of hope, just as she was here she had gone. As luck would have it for me I hope, Y/n might just come back into my life. “She went into the woods. If you move your ass you can catch up to her.” Jaskier yawned. “By the way she stole your coat. I think she might have shifted last night.” Jaskier mentioned, as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and hopped up. In search for maybe just the right person for me.

Completed on: 03/07/23

Posted on: 03/17/23

The Hero's-

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[fangirleaconmigo]

Rated Teen. Geraskier. Jaskier says I love you..

The first time Jaskier realizes that, despite appearances to the contrary, Geralt listens to him when he rambles on, he is pulling the pins from his hair and preening in the mirror.

"And then I said to him,” he rants, voice muffled from the hairpin in his mouth, “I said to him, I've written one that will have you crying and begging for your mother.” Jaskier spits out the hairpin and suddenly his voice is clear again just to utter the words, “you arrogant hack, you dickish dilettante,”

“That's Silver Winter, right?" Geralt cuts in.

Jaskier's hand stops where it is arranging a ringlet. He blinks and stares at Geralt in the mirror, as though his dear friend and object of his most passionate affection has transformed into a talking rat.

"What?" demands Geralt, sounding irritated. "Why are you looking at me like that?” Geralt’s hands idly pat down his hair and check his teeth for stray greens from lunch. It is only when he is checking his tunic for obvious stains that Jaskier clears up the mystery.

"Nothing! Nothing, Geralt. It’s just. You were listening."

Geralt rolls his eyes. "Every man, woman, and child in Posada is listening. You’re so loud you give no one a choice.”

"No,” Jaskier said slowly and thoughtfully. “I don't mean now. I mean. When I was talking earlier about that poem."

Geralt shrugs. "Yes. That's the one you wrote for the bardic competition in Gors Velen this spring. It starts off..." Geralt's eyes wander up until he is staring at the ceiling. "Right," he says, finally finding the words he is looking for. "It starts off...the cracks like frozen lightning...right?"

Jaskier slowly turns. He loses sight of Geralt in the mirror, then sees him fully as he looks at him head on. "I get to submit two poems for that competition." He says it as though he is testing the waters.

Geralt nods. "Right. The other one is A Rose Thicket." He says it as though he is reciting something well known. Something that should be obvious.

Jaskier blinks in disbelief, eyes wide with wonder and delight.

Geralt grunts. "Why are you gaping? Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.”

Jaskier plops down on the bed next to him, head still swimming from the revelation. “I don’t know, i suppose I’m just surprised is all.”

“What because I’m old? Witchers keep their minds and memories sharp well into their third century if Vesemir is any indication. See?” Geralt clears his throat and recites again from memory. “That's the bardic competition that's being judged by Valdo's old mentor, and you don't know whether that's a point for you or against you, since Valdo fucked him and who knows what kind of mess he left behind."

Geralt startles when Jaskier leans his head on his shoulder, the remaining hairpins jingling softly.

"I love you."

Jaskier says it as though it is easy. As though it’s normal. As though anyone outside of Kaer Morhen has said that to Geralt in years.

Geralt’s heart swells painfully and he doesn’t know what to do with the feeling that he is bursting and will overflow. Impulsively, he kisses the top of Jaskier’s head, getting a stray lock of hair stuck to his lips and having to blow profusely to get it off.

Jaskier relaxes and even though Geralt cannot see his face from this angle, he can feel the smile on the bard’s face. Geralt does not know what to say, so he blurts out, “You have poor judgement."

Jaskier pinches his side and he yelps.

“I know.”

Geralt cannot hide the smile that plagues his face for the rest of the day.

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[missjadesfics]

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Coming soon

None yet

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[deadlynavigation]

Hi

After reading your rules I’d like to request a Geralt x male reader (cuz the last one you wrote was AMAZING)

Could it be about male reader taking care of a hurt Geralt and cooking for him in his little cottage

The reader could be a magician with healing abilities maybe

Reunited

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Male!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of gore

Author's note: Because who doesn't love banter with Jaskier? Still looking for requests, people, keep them coming.

I don't own The Witcher. Pls don't come after me.

Do not plagiarize or translate any of my works or their included assets.

“Geralt, where are we going- Geralt! Geralt. Geralt, where are we going?”

Geralt sighs. He resists the urge to ram Roach into Jaskier, send the bard flying off the road into the lake next to the road. It’s so, so tempting. Just a nudge and he would have absolute silence.

Alas, it would take too much time. And Geralt is too desperate to see his lover to sacrifice a couple seconds. So for now, Jaskier isn’t chin deep in muddy water and Geralt is dead set on the tiny cottage ahead.

The house is painted in the sun’s dying hues, twilight fast approaching. Blues and purples fall across the flimsy roof that Geralt has repaired so many times, highlighting every little detail. Be it the garden bursting with herbs and flowers leading to the home or the engravings on the door, Geralt can notice it all, made even more beautiful with the colors shining down onto it.

Jaskier rambles on, suddenly pausing as he glances at the witcher. He whips his head back after the short look, an odd emotion sparking on Geralt’s face. It’s one Jaskier knows well, but had never seen on his companion’s face before- love.

Where are they going that would erase Geralt’s emotionless (and somewhat pissed off) stare?

The question bounces around in Jaskier’s mind, unable to be quelled until it finds a satisfactory answer. It doesn’t stop as Geralt jumps off Roach, or when he ties the horse to a worn-down hitching post with a whispered promise of returning, or when he hesitates for a fraction of a second before banging his fist on the door.

“Geralt, what-”

“Hush, bard.” Geralt grumbles, trying to pick up any sound of footsteps from inside the house.

“But-” Jaskier persists, only to be interrupted by Geralt’s hand on his mouth. It covers his entire face, but Geralt isn’t complaining.

“Mm-mmmm-mm,” Can a witcher’s eyes roll out of their skull? Geralt entertains the thought as he rolls his eyes for what seems like the millionth time.

Just as Jaskier thinks to lick the hand over his mouth, the door opens.

You lean on the doorknob, dressed in loose trousers and an untucked shirt that is surely stained with ingredients from the dinner you had been preparing. The strings of the v-neck hang down, revealing mere inches of your chest. They’re enough to drive Geralt crazy.

“Hello, my love,” the witcher murmurs, your face lighting up when you realize who it is. He steps forward, an almost-unnoticeable limp to it that you’ll berate him for later. For now, though, you’re happy to be herded into your lover’s arms, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Geralt’s eyes flutter shut, a miniscule grin spreading across his face. You lift yourself up onto your tiptoes to steal another kiss, teeth clashing against each other. You can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. It’s been too long without seeing one another for your kisses to be orderly.

You’re both soaking in the familiarity of it all, basking in the light of reunited love as small pecks are given and received. It’s all so welcome to you, so safe to Geralt. A place to put down the swords and embrace in front of the fireplace.

“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on here, Geralt?” An exclamation sounds from behind you. You quickly spin out of the witcher’s embrace, curious as to who he brought along.

There stands a shocked-looking man, his vibrant clothes blending in perfectly with your garden. A lute is strapped to his back, and he has the hands of a musician. He can’t be more than 20.

“Um, yes. Hello, fair stranger. Love the hair, highlights your eyes. But Geralt, what?” The boy’s volume steadily increases throughout his rant, panic seeping into his eyes.

“Jaskier.” Geralt responds, an edge to his tone.

“Thank you, Jaskier. I don’t believe we’ve met- Geralt?”

He sighs, his nostrils flaring with annoyance. He’s really regretting not using the lake to his advantage now.

“Y/n, this is Jask. He’s a bard, he travels with me. Gods know why. Jask, Y/n. My lover of five years.”

The bard is silent for a minute, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he stares at you unabashedly. You can hear the frogs croaking in the background, announcing the approach of twilight. Tree branches rustle in the slight breeze, the occasional leaf swooping by. All is silent.

“Five years,” Jaskier whimpers. He sounds almost betrayed, but no mind is paid to it as Geralt stares at something beyond you with amused eyes. His hands still cradle your waist, a comfortable amount of pressure being exerted.

“Is he ok?” You whisper in Geralt’s ear, trying to see over his shoulder. Your foot starts tapping on the ground, arousing dust with your nervous habit.

Geralt immediately drops the half smirk. If you’re concerned, it’s time to stop.

“Jask, you’ll catch flies. Don’t worry, y/n, he’ll be fine.” The witcher throws a glare behind him that seems to scream don’t mess this up.

“Um, yes. Yes.” Jaskier forces out and stumbles to the door. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this shocked- Geralt has had a lover this entire time. It’s not even that the bard is disappointed (Geralt isn’t really his type), but he always thought the man averse to love. When really, he’s been in what appears to be a very loving relationship for five fucking years.

What in the absolute fuck is going on?

----**----

It’s almost midnight, the fire crackling as it dies down. You’re wrapped in a hug with Geralt, Jaskier upstairs in a nest of blankets. The second you fed the boy and gave him the quilts he was dead to the world- Geralt must have been overworking him.

It’s a calm environment without the enthusiastic bard. Sitting in Geralt’s lap, his arms around you, you have never felt more at peace. Warmth spreads through you, the atmosphere changing to one of relaxation and love.

“I missed you,” Geralt mumbles into your cropped hair, nuzzling into the familiar scent of lavender.

“I missed you as well, love.” You murmur in return. You feel his lips press against your forehead, slowly migrating down until he reaches your neck. It tickles, causing a smile to appear on your face.

“Geralt, stop that.” You squirm away from him only to be dragged back into his arms. The witcher chuckles as he keeps at it, completely disregarding your previous comment.

“Stop it-” You’re cut off by your own laughing, Geralt’s grin growing with your volume.

When your lover has finally decided to knock it off, you fall back against his sturdy chest, breathless from the exertion. You would have laid there blissfully until morning, breathing in the smell of sweat, blood and Geralt-

But you hear a faint groan.

You shoot up, climbing out of Geralt’s lap while maintaining eye contact.

“Where is it?” You demand, knowing he won’t give any information to you unless you pry.

Geralt is too tired for this. He just wants you in his arms, to hug you tight and block you from the monsters out there.

However, he’s known you for seven years. You won’t stop until he gives in.

“My hip,” he grumbles. His hand lands on the exact area as you rush around the cottage gathering the needed supplies to pull his shirt up. Blood is leaking out of the wound steadily, a red patch on his clothing providing further proof that he strained it a bit much. 

Somehow, seeing the cut makes it so much worse. All the hidden pain he’s been bottling up since he knocked on your door tumbles out. He grits his teeth against the rush of stabbing sensations, praying you’ll be able to take some of the pain away.

When you kneel in front of him, you’re already mumbling under your breath, elder words scattered throughout the chant. Your hands are surrounded by a golden glow, held just above Geralt’s wound. Slowly, slowly, blood starts to backtrack, the red drips across his leg and side retreating back inside Geralt’s body. Once the liquid is pushed back in (sparing no amount of odd squelching sounds you could live without), the actual cut starts to close up. It’s sewn together with threads of gold, fading into the witcher’s skin after providing a pulsing glow.

Geralt will never get tired of watching the process unfold. Your hands, drifting apart and back together as you handle his wounds with a grace that he could never even hope to reach. It’s beautiful- you’re beautiful.

Once you finish, the golden clouds retreat back into the air, becoming mere wisps that float about the cottage. You stand shakily, gathering the bandages beside you and taping them on to Geralt’s now healed skin. Just as a precaution. Once that’s done, you flutter around the house, putting the materials back as you try to steady your shaky legs. Magic always drains you a fair bit.

Geralt is well aware of this, so as you return to the couch and sit next to him, he drags himself up and reaches for you. A rare moment of vulnerability from the witcher- how can you pass this up?

So you welcome his warmth, radiating from his body as he pulls you into his chest. Illuminated by the dying lights of the fire, the fatigue seeping into both of you, you revel in the peace, Geralt’s love the last thing you feel before you drift into sleep.

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[glwstic]

Rec List 1: The Witcher

-  Do it Again by thisgirlsays22 for KioneM

By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliff’s edge after Borch.

He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt.

“Fuck.”

Oneshot,  6,771 words

-  The High Road by sospes

Jaskier accepts an invitation to perform at the sixteenth birthday celebrations of an old friend's son, and, after everything, Geralt's not about to let him out of his sight. It all just sort of escalates from there.

6/6 Completed,  37,639 words

-  Long and Winding by sospes

On their way to meet Yennefer after wintering at Kaer Morhen, Jaskier gets separated from Geralt and Ciri. It all just sort of escalates from there.

8/8 Completed,  48,992 words

-  To Sleep Perchance To by sospes

Jaskier gets kidnapped and tortured. Geralt comes to rescue him.

Except it's not quite that simple.

Oneshot,  16,955 words

-  Bad Moon Rising by sharkhette

Jaskier had never expected it would be Geralt trying to kill him. Sure, the witcher liked to threaten as much, but they both knew he'd never make good on it. They were friends, whatever Geralt said.

But friends didn't try to rip each other's throats out with their teeth. _______

Or, Geralt returns from a hunt acting strange.

2/2 Completed,  9,022 words

-  Redwood and Dandelion by sharkhette

"The Witcher's bought a room for the night, and says he'll pay double for anyone who can bed him without stinking of fear the whole time."

"Oh, I've fucking got this," Jaskier promised. ____________

Or, the one where Jaskier works in a brothel and falls head over heels for the stoic, not-actually-that-scary Witcher who comes in requesting his services.

Geralt doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

Oneshot,  11,608 words

-  no; weaknesses by blogotron9000

Yennefer lets her spoon drop into her bowl, and Geralt senses, too late, the trap he's stepped into. "You think him weak, then?"

"That isn't what I said, Yen."

"But it's what you meant." Her eyes dare him to disagree, and he can't. "He was tortured for you."

Oneshot,  1,664 words

-  warm you like the sunshine by some_stars

"Why do you go with people who hurt you?"

He looked at Jaskier, and kept looking at him after he looked away and the smile dropped off his face. After a long silence, Jaskier said, in a much more tired voice, "I don't exactly have a lot of options, Geralt."

On the face of it it wasn't true--Jaskier could find a willing young woman or man in any half-crowded tavern without lifting a finger--but that wasn't what he meant, of course. He meant when he needed...that particular sort of person. That particular experience.

Without the slightest forethought or intention, Geralt frowned and said, "You have me."

Oneshot, 8,660 words

-  Unspoken by sospes

Geralt is summoned to the court of Count Enri and called on to fight a monster - and Jaskier, of course, is right in the middle of things.

Except monsters can be human, too.

Oneshot,  13,712 words

-  The Public Perception of the Barding Profession by sospes

“I’m a bard, Geralt,” Jaskier says, like that explains everything. “To a lot of people, there’s a very fine line between a musician and a whore. A line that’s so fine that, in fact, it doesn’t really exist."

Geralt learns that Jaskier's life can be just as painful as his, sometimes.

Oneshot,  9,552 words

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[littlecrow-rogue]

Hey!!

I would like to write some Jaskier x Reader one shots.

Does anyone have any suggestion or some requests to read with him?

If so and you would like me to write them please don’t hesitate to share them.

XoX - V

Ps.: I am still working on the next chapter for the Mötley Crüe fanfiction. I am not giving up on that story just didn’t had time to write this week.

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[fanfic-obsessed-girl]

Let my very first post be a warning to all those who will see this account in the future - here come all of my favourite fanfics and posts that I have been liking for the past two years

Also a little reminder to all those dear authors, I like your stories please post more

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[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine hearing a familiar voice

You had left your companion alone in the inn, demanding him to bathe while you tried to secure a hot meal for the both of you to enjoy in comfortable silence. Of course he had protested, in a strange city the last thing he wanted was for you to be traveling in the darkened streets alone. However all you did was smile before whispering, “Do you not remember who trained me?”

“Just…. Be careful, and take your dagger.” He grumbled as you kissed his cheek, “Always.”

As you pushed open the tavern doors you couldn’t help but lower your hood in the soft candle glow as you pushed through the crowd, all their eyes casted to the center of the room. However your eyes were fixed on the bar, as the sound of a lute began to play, creating a longing in your heart, as you remembered a time where all you wanted to do was break a lute. As your hands met the hard wood of the bar however your head whipped towards the center, as you heard the familiar tones of a voice you hoped to hear again.

“I hear you’re alive, how disappointing, I’ve also survived no thank you either of you. Did I not some glee Sir and Lady oh look at me. Now I burn all the memories of you, All those lonely miles that you both must ride, no one but each other by your sides, Did you ever even care about anyone but her, with your swords, and your stupid hair, Now watch me laugh as I burn all the memories of you.”

“Ladies and Gents, don’t forget to toss a coin if you can, you have been a beautiful audience. If anyone needs me, I will be at the bar.” You could hear the floor boards beneath him creaking, sure he was walking around the room to gesture to that blasted hat he collected funds in, “What for d'you yearn?, It's the point of no return, After everything we did, we saw, You both turned your back on me, What for d'you yearn?, Watch that butcher burn, At the end of my days when I'm through, No word that I've written will ring quite as true as "burn!", Burn, butcher, burn, Burn, butcher, burn”

With the crescendo of Burn, Butcher, Burn you saw him slowly backing out of the crowd, his back to the bar as he sang those six words, and then proceeded into a chorus of Burn, Burn, Burn. At the fifth burn however he turned his back to the crowd, fully Immersed in the moment, normally this is point he would leap into the wood of the bar, and belt out that final Burn all the memories of you, but you watched as the color drained from his face, his eyes meeting yours. His voice softening as he looked at the face he never thought he would see again, and his eyes filled with Horror that Geralt would appear any moment and ring his neck for the awful song he had created. As his voice died away, signaling the end of his song, you turned your head to the tavern owner, “I need three ales, and three suppers, all to go if you’ll allow.”

“Aye, coming right up lass.” He grumbled as he walked away, raising your voice however you spoke, Jaskier, are you just to stand there like an idiot or are you gonna come help me carry these to the inn.”

“You left me…” he said, his voice shaken as he remembered the mountain of Niedamir, however you quickly replied, “If I remember correctly, you left us.”

“Well what can I say, his blessing came true, I am sure you…”

“We fought over it.” You replied, your eyes meeting his again, “After you left, I told him what he said wasn’t fair, and that I didn’t blame you for leaving. He was sour with me over it for two days. He will never admit it, but he misses you too, now when he returns with the food, you are to collect your share, and come home.”

“Will he even…”

“I will handle Geralt, you handle the entertainment, I’m sure he will love to hear your newest addition.” You smiled, as Jaskier’s color drained even more at the thought of Geralt ever hearing Burn, Butcher, Burn

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[ithoughtitwaspronouncedgeralt]

okay it’s been over four months so it’s about time, here’s part 2 (of an undetermined total number) of this post!

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With all of his courses now passed (well, aced technically. Not that it would really matter once he stepped foot outside Oxenfurt, but it was nice to have the bragging rights within academic circles) Jaskier grabbed his lute and a notebook and headed toward the main lawn for some well-deserved relaxation. Let it never be said that music can’t solve problems - possibly all of life’s problems.

Not more the 20 minutes into his strumming did he find himself with a small audience, primarily made up of students although he noticed a few professors among the bunch as well. His internal musings about the healing power of music were confirmed by the crowd: he saw it in the way some of them gently swayed with soft smiles on their faces while the melody wrapped around them, in the way others leaned against lovers and friends enjoying closeness without another care in the world, and in the way others still simply laid across the grass itself with their limbs loose and eyelids shut in focus (or lack thereof - Jaskier couldn’t tell) while time stretched out endlessly around them.

It was in that moment that Jaskier found clarity for his gift. What he wanted, more than wealth or knowledge or fame, was this. To bring people together to forget their troubles and find comfort through his music (and maybe, some of them could find comfort in his bed as well).

#hi I'm alive I'm just writing mostly in other fandoms now sorry askdfjs #but I reopened this the other day and actually had more written out than I remembered and do want to get back to it in the next few months #so here's the next snippet! #jaskier #the witcher #I think this will just be posted bit by bit every few months #then maybe I'll put it on ao3 as a oneshot when it's finished #did I have a writing tag? oh well #posted

[thewritersaddictions]

The Heros: Geralt Of Rivia- A Pair

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Yennefer x Fem Reader

Pov: Everyone

Warning: Smut, 18+, many partners, fluff, yearning, size kink, vouyer kink, p in v , finger fucking, FOR ADULTS, breathe play, NSFW, oral (F and M receiving), unprotected sex.

Summary: Geralt can't wait to get you and Yennfer in his bed.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 3.1k

The Witcher Master List // The Heros Master List

Had he meant to be snooping and peaking around half way closed doors.  Probably not if it wasn’t for the loud moaning that was coming from behind the door than Geralt wouldn’t have done a damn thing. He stood there, just a few feet away from the doors, he didn’t know who was in that room. He wasn’t really concerned, but that hard on pressing into his trouser was growing worse and worse. Hard to keep his attention away from.  

Had the door been left just a crack on purpose. Geralt didn’t know, and honestly it wasn’t like it mattered anymore. The closer that Geralt managed to walk towards the doors. The louder the moans got, the more it became clear exactly who it was.  

Yennefer and Y/n.  

There they are. Laying in silk sheets, a deep purple that make the two of them pop out of the dark room. Geralt continued to watch the two of them. Yennefer and Y/n were so close, little gasps getting lost in the quiet air around them. Geralt had always found Yennefer graceful, and then there was Y/n, a new idea of beautiful. Something that was just so drastically different about these two girls.  

He had yet to notice the fact that Yennefer was stripping Y/n clean of her clothes. The teasing was driving Y/n up the wall. Her fingers trying desperately to grab at the regal women that was standing in front of her. “You’re so beautiful you know that Y/n.” Yennefer said, as she lifted the dress over Y/n’s frame. Tits bouncing as the fabric passed them by.  

Yennefer was right, Y/n was beautiful. All the curves of her body, the bounce of her tits, and how dumb like she looked sitting there waiting for Yennefer's next move. Eyes glazed over by the idea of sex. Geralt had to quiet his breathing. He didn’t want to get caught with his hands shoved halfway down his trouser. He didn’t wanna get caught palming himself to the thought of getting to watch the two fuck each other. 

Harsh words Geralt thought but that was he wanted. He wanted to see the two of them come undone around each other. He wanted to see Yennefer with her mouth suckling around Y/n’s little tits, he wanted to see Yennefer with her hands in Y/n’s hair pulling her further and closer to her drenching pussy.  

He wanted to see everything, but he didn’t want the girls to know he was there and that’s in fact what happened. He got a show of his life. Yennefer had been sucking and licking at the skin around Y/n’s neck. With Y/n hands came to comb through Yennefer's hair. A small pull here and there that would cause a deep groan and moan to come from Yennefer.  

Geralt couldn't help himself. He pulled his cock out from his trouser. Red mushroom tipped cock that was smeared with pre-cum. Leaking practically right down his hand. He felt drained and he hadn’t even cum yet. But the scene that was happening in front of him was sending him over the edge. Yennefer had teased her fingers down to Y/n’s clit. Her folds making the most delicious wet noises. Geralt watched as Yennefer fingers disappeared and reappeared a coat of slick them.  

Geralt was drowning in the scent of sex, all while he watched the two girls. Yennefer finger fucking Y/n. Both of them moaning into each other mouths. A load was coming fast and hard, as Geralt continued to pump his cock. Teasing himself, his hand getting tighter around his cock before he would look back up. Finding Yennefer eyeing him through the large enough crack in the door. All while she kept her fingers deep within Y/n’s soaking pussy. A wink from her as Geralt pumped his cock, he was so close.  

Cut off when a puff of purple magic drifted up to the door. Slamming it shut. There he was standing up against the wall, holding his cock in his hand. So close to the edge, Yennefer was a bitch sometimes, but it was the best feeling in the world.  

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Geralt was a little surprised the next time he was in room with you. You were drunk, not like you didn’t know what was happening. He wasn’t that sick to just fuck you and then leave you in an old ratty bed. You had never noticed just how much bigger Geralt was compared to you. He was so big, large enough hands that you had many dreams about his fingers sinking into your pussy. All you thought about was Geralt. Although he was a big man, that lead you to wonder just how big his cock was under those skin tight trousers he wore no matter what.  

Large shoulders that all you could imagine was grabbing onto them while he fucked you hard and rough. Up against the wall outside the bar, that had been a large dream of yours. Had it been a bad idea, no? You even thought that it might happen tonight. You wondered, you hoped that it would. Yennefer had talked about her and Geralt. How huge his cock was, just how much control he would have over your body.  

The words circled your mind just like the alcohol did. Your veins pumping with the idea of sex and the scent of alcohol. “Geralt, you’re so hot did you know that.” You spoke. The booth was tinier than you remembered it being when you first walked into the tavern. But you weren’t mad, you were leaning up against him, shoulders touching, knees grazing together. The tavern was busy, nobody was able to hear your words as Geralt chocked on his drink. His face was always stoic, so it was amazing to see the expression of shock. Curious to what Geralt was think you continued to talk. “Just so hot that all I can think about is just how big that cock of yours is.” You said creeping hands and even your body over into his lap. He swallowed his drink, looking over at you finally. Yellow eyes looking into yours.  

In a whimper “I wanna know all the dirty things you can do, Geralt.” You spoke. You’ll never know if that’s what broke the thinning string between Geralt or if it was your hands that cupped his cock squeezing him perfectly. You’d had never seen Geralt get up so fast, that you thought you had done something wrong, but you were far from right.  

Hell, you had never been dragged off to a room so quickly.  

Dragging you up the stairs, you always forget that’s there's little room up there. Little room that aren’t meant for the giant of person that Geralt is. The room isn’t meant for him, so what makes him think that the shitty bed will be able to hold him and you.  

Geralt dumps all of his belongs on the floor. Trousers that look like he’s uncomfortable, you stare right there. Your cheeks are warm to the touch and you can’t manage to catch your breath all because you were finally getting what you had been dreaming of.  

Was this really happening? Was he really going to fuck you just because you had pressed a few nerves? Had he been thinking about what you tasted like? Had he been thinking what it you be like to fuck you hard, so hard that the people below them would groan at the loud moans and breaking of furniture?  

You shivered at the thought. The thoughts. They swirled around your mind that you hadn’t even noticed that Geralt was already undressing you. A dress falling down your firgure. The lace up corset had been discarded... More like destroyed a large rip in the fabric. A groan as the fabric fell caused you to come back to reality. All in your thoughts you hadn’t notice that Geralt had discarded his own shirt.  

Muscles on full displace for you and only you to see, touch and lick. Geralt looked like a damn god. Toned and all there for you to touch. Your fingers had a mind of their own. Going out to reach for his body, he was so cold but it was great contrast to the heat that was erupting from your body.  

He dragged the both of you over the bed. The back of your knees hitting the small bed underneath you. “You look so damn good. Perfect little tits for me to suck on.” Geralt said laying you down nicely on the bed, his knee coming to sit between your open legs. You were in heaven, he smelt like fucking heaven and it was intoxicating. His mouth landed on your pulse point, eyes rolling back into your head. Your hand came up to tangle in his long silver hair. Suck, Geralt did on everything, every bit of skin he was able to find with you laying there just for him to take.  

Your tits were his favorite, sucking, teasing, and playing with him as he licked at your skin. “Gods you’re just so tiny, just a fuckable little thing, all for me to have for my own.” He said as he lifted up your tit. His eyes were glazed over with something you’d never seen before. Was the idea of having sex with you? Or was that Geralt had waited just as longer, if not longer to finally get you underneath him? You’ll never know, but it’s not really important is it.  

Not when he’s stripping himself of his trouser his cock hitting his tone stomach. The smack was enough to makes you soaked right there, not that you hadn’t been. You could imagine what you looked like under Geralt. Bruised with little nips here and there across your skin, dark red and purples hickey where Geralt had sucked at your skin trying desperately to get all of you in his mind. Like he didn’t want to forget you.  

You had never been teased like Geralt was teasing you. Just standing there, looking over at you. As he teasing the tip of his cock at your soaked pussy. He was drowning in the feeling, he was trying so hard to not just sink in, growing exasperated. You lunged forward wrapping your legs around his waist. There was no more teasing anymore. His cock felt like it was ripping you apart. “Fuck Y/n, so tight. Just for me. Just for me to fuck right.” He groaned out. His hand falling beside your head, the pace was nonsexist but you knew what was coming. Once Geralt was at full hilt it was fair game to fuck you with all of his strength. Your walls sucking him in with every thrust, your eyes rolling into the back of head.  

Your moans filled the room, probably falling past the walls and down the stairs for everyone to hear. Neither of you cared. Geralt continued to fuck you groaning each time, his cock continuing to nudge at your womb. The feeling had you right at the edge already and you were loving it all. Loving his hand that switched from leaning on the bed to grabbing your throat. “You gonna cum all over my cock Y/n?” Geralt groaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock. You moaned, but the thrusts stopped and instead his cock was still. “I want an answer Y/n.” Geralt said turning my head to look up at him. You were so drunk on the sex, that you did just what you were told. “I’m so close, just keep fucking me... Please Geralt, please just.” You said through breathy moans.  

“Such a good little slut, a good little slut that wants to cum.” Geralt said, his thrusts coming back to a nice rhythm. Your vision went white and all you heard was the grunting of Geralt above you and then the breaking of the bed. Geralt was fucking you so hard that the frame of the bed had broken. A hand came to wrap it around your waist. Picking you up as Geralt continued to use you til his cum slipped deep in your womb.  

Had Yennefer meant for that to happen? No she hadn’t meant for it to happen that way, but it was driving her insane. THe constant back and forth between the three of them. After she caught Geralt watching her and Y/n, she was more then okay with creating a nice little spell for Y/n, and Geralt to finally fuck each other. A spell that had caused a few damages to the tarven that they were in that night. 

Yennefer would never call herself a jealous person but the things that Geralt and Y/n, did that night was all she talked about. Y/n loved that her dreams had finally come true, she talked about just how big Geralt was, how he had made her cum three times that night. She was starting to hate the fact she had shared her Y/n. Shared the body precious little body that was Y/n’s.  

Jealous of Geralt would never admit that. Jealous that she hadn’t used her spell, her ruse to get Geralt to fuck her instead. Yes, that’s why. Was that why Yennefer was up in the last night hours coming up with yet another spell, a cast that would make all their dreams come true. After Y/n and Geralt had returned from their night in the tavern yes all she talked about was Geralt fucking her, breaking things and then doing it two more times. Y/n also talked about the fact she never got to chock on his cock.  

Had Yennefer created a sex monster with Y/n. She was addicted to the feel, the way the highs come and would go through her body. She was obsessed with everything. So, she asks herself again, what was she doing in the dead of night creating this spell.  

Well, she fulfilling her needs and Y/n’s. With the greatest fix of them all. 

Geralt of Rivia.  

Her spell went out with a hitch. Spreading between the three of them. A night that had been a tiresome one. It brought cool and deep sleep, that's when she did it. The purples hues could be seen drifting around the room, that night Yennefer went to sleep for the first time feeling refreshed and pleased with her work.  

The next night after the spell is when shit hit the fan. In the best way possible. There's a deep grunt that comes from Geralt, he’s itching to get out trouser. Yennefer can hear the desperate feeling, it’s the same feeling she’s got going on right now. Her cunt flutters around nothing, but the thought of Geralt's tongue diving deep within her cunt is sending her into overdrive. Y/n can also be seen shifting and rubbing her thighs together, itching to get some sort of relief.  

A little moan falls from Y/n’s mouth. It’s enough to tip the scale. Geralt is stripping himself of his clothes. Trouser and shirt flying through the air landing in a growing pile of Yennefer's dress. Then there's Y/n who’s still rubbing her thighs together to get some sort of traction. She desperately, teasing herself. Her fingers playing with her tits squeezing them through her dress. The two watch her tease and play with herself. Yennefer can’t help herself, so she leans over kissing Geralt hot on the mouth. Geralt can’t figure out who to pay attention to. His mouth is on Yennefer's mouth, but the corners of his eye is watching Y/n grope at her tits.  

“She’s so fucking hot isn’t she?” Yennefer asks Geralt. The kiss ending. Geralt's bits his lip, looking between him. “I have an idea.” Geralt says. Walking over to Y/n he pulls her from her frantic teasing. “You wanna help me with my idea doll?” Geralt asks Y/n, she’s quick to nod her head, wanting nothing mor then to be back in Geralt's arms. The only one that’s not naked is Y/n, so with the help of Yennefer and Geralt they are quick to undress her. Just like always her tits bounce when the dress fabric passes them.  

“So, what’s your idea Geralt?” Yennefer asks him. He lays down showing her instead of saying anything more. His cock is standing at attention waiting for a mouth or a cunt to seep down or into. The two most beautiful women are standing in front of him. “Y/n what did you say you were mad you didn’t get a chance to do?” Yennefer asks Y/n, she was exposing her but that didn’t matter not right now.  

“I wanted to suck Geralt cock but didn’t get the chance to.” She says sweetly. Geralt groans and his cock twitches from the words. “Well come over here sweet thing.” Geralt's says putting out a hand to guide Y/n over to his cock. “Fuck your mouth is so good.” Geralt says as Y/n kitten licks and sucks at his tip. Yennefer stands and watches all of this. She’s loving the way that Y/n is practically just a little fuck toy for Geralt to use right now, but she wants Geralt's swearing mouth on her cunt more than anything.  

“Geralt?” She speaks. Her words are more seductive. “Fuck, yeah Yen.” Geralts is already half lidden with Y/n sucking his cock. But with a quick motion of her body swinging around his body and up to his head are throwing a loop in his groans and moans. It causes a twitch in his cock when he sees Yennefer's soft cunt above him. Y/n’s moans at the twitch and sucks harder around his cock.  

“Fuck Yen, you have such a pretty little pussy, don’t you?” He says, his tongue poking out through his teeth. He’s desperately trying not to buck into Y/ns mouth with her constant moaning and gripping of his over sensitive cock. “Will you eat me out Geralt?” Yennefer asks him. She just wants to ride his face. She wants to come all over his lips and cheeks. She wants to remember the feeling of his tongue fucking her. She wants to have that toe-curling orgasms. Like she did so many years ago when they first met.  

The slurping sounds can be heard from behind her as Geralt slams her down on his face. The force is so hard that it takes the breath out of her. She moans almost automatically at the feeling of his lips and tongue playing with her pussy. Yennefer feels just a little bad that Y/n isn’t getting any pleasure but she assumes that the cock in her mouth is enough to keep going till the dawn of time.  

That night, Geralt pulled enough orgasms out of the two girls that he can’t even touch them gently to take care of them without them melting them. At one point Yen, and Y/n are both licking and sucking at Geralts cock. Cupping his balls causing his deep groaning to turn whinny and high.  

At least they aren’t dancing around each other anymore.  

Completed on 12/30/22

Posted on: 12/31/22

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[fangirleaconmigo]

Geralt x Jaskier CW: EXPLICIT. Top Geralt. Whore as term of endearment.

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Fuck.

Geralt tensed and flexed. He slid. Soft and slick.

Jaskier's body welcomed him, enveloped him, pulled him in.

"Fuck, I missed you," Geralt murmured as warmth and pressure and love flooded him. He allowed his head to fall. His forehead pressed against Jaskier. Their sweat mingled. "I fucking missed you."

He hadn't meant to say that.

He expected a stream of words in return. A litany of syllables. Poetry. A fucking speech. Jaskier liked to give speeches. Words tumbled from his soft lips like a spell.

But Jaskier didn't speak. He wasn't smug. Hell. He wasn't even sensible. He stuttered. Whined. Whimpered. Clenched. He was a godsdamn mess. He drooled. He wriggled.

His bard was powerless, wasn't he? For a fucking mutant.

For him.

Julian Alfred Pankratz was putty in Geralt's hands. Geralt gripped his ass, squeezed, pulled him apart. Opened. Gaped. He glistened. Pulsed.

Geralt had never known. Had never believed Jaskier was capable of this. That someone so beautiful, so admired, so....so...fucking pliant. So soft. Would be his pet. So desperate. For him.

Him.

He shoved in again. Hard. Harder than he should have. Hand clamped down on a milky musical throat.

But he needed to.

He needed it hard. To fucking feel it. To know it was real.

Jaskier howled. His eyes rolled back.

Fucking hell.

Maybe Geralt was a beast. But he was a beast that didn't frighten. He was one that devoured. That demolished.

Jaskier raised his chin. His neck tensed like cords. His eyes pleaded. Begged. Supplicated. They were watery. Unfocused.

Geralt. Oh Geralt.

I need you.

Dear heart.

I need you.

Geralt.

Tears streamed down his face. Ankles gripped his back. Pecs tensed. Jaskier was prey. That is what he was. This proud, whorish bard. The one who refused to compromise. To commit. Was his.

"Jaskier."

"More, Geralt. Please."

Geralt could do that. He could do more

He gathered his bard's elegant wrists. Two to one hand. Pressed to the mattress like a vise.

Jaskier couldn't move like this. Not if he tried. He was pinned. Weak. His muscles were feathers. Light.

But he didn't try.

That was the thing. He wanted to be here. He wanted to be.

Geralt shoved again.

Mine.

Shoved. Harder.

Tight.

Fuck.

MINE.

Fucking mine. How did Jaskier go so deep. How did he squeeze so tight? Like diamonds. Back arching, pressing down.

Geralt though he was the one in control.

Then he wheezed. He grew weak. Like jelly. Jaskier slapped. He dropped. He rode him. But slow.

Slower than he wanted. Slower than he could deal with.

Geralt gripped him.

Fucked up.

Punished.

Yet his head fell back. Thrilled. Glad.

I love you Geralt.

I love you Jaskier.

That was it.

Shit.

It was true.

Love.

How had this happened.

It didn't matter.

The now was now.

And they were them.

He released. Stars. Black on the border. His body rigid. Tears leaking down his face.

He was powerless.

Or powerful.

Jaskier. Jaskier released. It was warm and hot on his belly.

Yes.

I love you. You know that.

I love you too.

For always.

Forever.

This was what it was. What it always would be. Now. It was all that mattered.

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