Prompt 67

Prompt 67

Geralt used to not pay attention to Jaskier's lovers. But then he fell in love with the bard, and began staring at them the entire time Jaskier chatted them up. He'd sit there and idle away the time trying to guess which features lead to Jaskier getting entranced by them. He flirted with a barmaid a couple years back purely for her rather impressive breasts if Geralt had to guess (and he was). And a handsome stable worker another time for what must be for his pretty eyes. This peasant woman had incredibly long luscious hair. This man had nice legs. This woman had a beautiful voice. So on and so forth guessing which quirks caught his little bard's attention. But then Geralt started noticing a pattern these last few months. Jaskier's suddenly only taking male partners. Burly male partners. Taller than him. With long hair. Long light hair. These could all be explained away as coincidences, Geralt reasons with himself one night when he can't fall asleep due to his own gay panic. But then the very next morning, a man walks in scowling and acknowledges Jaskier at best with a grunt, and Jaskier lights up. Jaskier strikes up a conversation with him, and shortly after the two leave together. It's no surprise to Geralt when a half hour later, Jaskier returns to Geralt, tucking his shirt back into his pants, face flushed and limbs lax. Geralt can't deny it any longer. Jaskier is purposefully seeking lovers who remind him of Geralt.

YES YES YES AND THEN HE AND LAMBERT RETIRE TOGETHER AND ONLY DO HUNTS FOR FUN BEFORE GOING BACK HOME AND SNUGGLING IN THEIR BED THAT THEY CAN SHARE BECAUSE AIDEN IS ALIVE

why does nobody talk about the fact that lambert would despise the way geralt treats dandelion (jaskier for movie watchers) because of aiden and what happened to him

my only feelings on this image

Inspired by “The Meeting on the Turret Stairs” (1864) by Frederic William Burton

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK YOU JASKIER But it has a happy ending filled with apologies and love? 🥺👉👈

In Lettenhove, Lady Pankratz died during childbirth, giving birth to Julian Alfred Pankratz. Lord Pankratz, however, referred to the half-elf child as the bastard who killed his wife.

Throughout Julian's childhood, his father never hid his hatred. Daily, Julian was called a murderer. When Julian decided to leave Lettenhove to become a bard, Lord Pankratz was relieved. The only condition was that Julian couldn't use the Pankratz name, leading to the birth of Jaskier.

Being a bard, especially after traveling with Geralt, was a relief for Jaskier. The witcher didn't seem to care about his half-elf heritage or the fact that he was blamed for his mother's death. However, this changed when Geralt wished Jaskier gone from his life.

Jaskier found himself alone again, haunted by his father's and Geralt's harsh words. Becoming the Sandpiper offered some solace until an incident led to the deaths of a group of elves.

Convinced that Geralt was right about him being a failure and his father was right about him being a killer, Jaskier believed he was cursed. Desperate, he put out notices to hire a witcher to kill him, hoping it wouldn’t hurt.

PLEASE OH PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE THIS FOR MEEEE I CRAVE

Aiden climbing up the tapestries... and then crying to Lambert that he's stuck

Prompt 64

Jaskier has been cursed to turn into a Lark during the day for years now. It makes following his dreams very difficult, what with a lark not being able to carry a lute nor his money pouch, but he just waits to move at night, when the magic turns him back into his human form. Which means he technically has a very awful sleep schedule, but that's not what we're focusing on. Jaskier is sat in a tree one afternoon, trying to sleep, when a horse neighs below him. He peeks down and to his surprise sees a witcher. A witcher! What stories he must have! Jaskier must follow him so that he can ask him questions once he becomes human again! So a very sleepy bird follows after Geralt, twittering and singing all the while. Geralt evidently notices, but ignores the bird for the most part. That is, until the bird lands on Roach's back. Geralt sighs. These birds will stop at nothing... He reaches into his pack, and plucks off a few pieces of bread, and scatters them along the road behind them. He watches as the bird eagerly hops down and pecks at them. Jaskier isn't usually one for eating off the ground, but he's technically a bird right now, and he really mustn't let free food go to waste! It's only after he's finished his banquet that he notices the witcher has ridden off. Oh drat. He'll try and find him that night. When he's not so tired. The next day, Geralt is sat at his camp with Roach, and is surprised to see the same hungry lark as yesterday flying over to sit beside him. Geralt once again shares a bit of his food, and even gets to pet the bird's head. He admits he's grown a fondness for the little lark. That afternoon, just before the sun has set, Geralt is armored up and ready for a fight. Roach is tacked up, he has his potions, his swords, his lark, his oils, hi- Wait, his lark? The lark keeps insisting on following him, until he finally shoos it away with a firm "Don't come. It's dangerous." and the bird seems to understand. Geralt is unnerved at the implications, but he has a contract to attend to first.

Geralt wakes up the next morning, bloody and beaten, no longer high on potions. It was very nearly a pyrrhic victory, it seems. Geralt brushes himself off and looks at his surroundings and sees that the monster and him tore the forest up a bit during their tussle in the night. He's walking back to his camp when he spots it, a fallen tree, and next to it, his lark. Geralt races over, and sees that the tree is pinning the lark to the ground by one of it's wings. The lark opens it's eyes and chirps frantically at him, kicking it's little legs and batting it's free wing erratically. Geralt manages to get the lark unstuck and mends it at camp. He plans to see to the lark's healing, and then release it back into the wild. This is complicated by the lark turning into a man in the middle of his camp later that night.