Prompt 71

Prompt 71

The other witchers at Kaer Morhen have always grown tired of Geralt's random moodswings and bouts of gloom and grumpiness during the winter. He'd be happy and carefree, safe in his home, and then some dark thought would crest in his mind, and for a few days straight, he'd be in a horrible mood. When one year he brings his bard with him, they realize the moodswings have disappeared completely. That is, until Jaskier starts trying to "bond" with them all and spends less time with Geralt. Then all of a sudden the snarls and snaps from Geralt are back. One day, Lambert gets tired of Geralt's sass, and shoves Jaskier at him, and they're all amazed when Geralt loses his bad mood and instead chooses to carry his bard off to cuddle in front of the fireplace. Nuzzling him and purring the whole time. Thus commences a new rule of Kaer Morhen. If you spot Geralt being pissy, you chuck the bard at him. Jaskier has been taken away from a meal, a game of gwent, his chores, his bed while asleep, and one especially embarrassing time he was taken from a bath. Jaskier is quite alright with the new rule, as it always ends in deligthtful Geralt cuddles, but sometimes he wishes Geralt would just find Jaskier instead of moping when he misses him.

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.

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New fic!

Brand new oneshot inspired by @geraskierfanficprompts

Jaskier gets injured and Geralt fears for his life.

#Jaskier whump.

An hour passed and Jaskier hadn't returned. When two hours went by, Geralt began to grow concerned. He stood from the stool and was about to go search for his bard when Jaskier stumbled through the door, swaying on his feet. He had a hand clamped to his head, red bleeding through his fingers. Before Geralt could reach his side, he promptly collapsed to the floor. 

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“Jask, keep your eyes open for me. Can you do that?” 

Jaskier was slumped on the edge of the bed, barely conscious, as Geralt sat down beside him and inspected the wound. It was jagged, inflamed, open and bleeding profusely. A knife wound, Geralt suspected. He didn't want to think about what Jaskier had done to earn a stabbing but Geralt was already blaming himself. 

Jaskier's voice was thin and fragile when he mumbled. “I'm tired, G'ralt…”

“You can rest in a moment, just please keep your eyes open for now.”

Jaskier had lost so much blood. If he fell asleep now, he might never wake up. 

Head wounds were dangerous. As Geralt wet a rag and began cleaning the ragged slash on Jaskier's crown, he felt his companion slumping further and further down in himself. 

“Jask. Talk to me.” Geralt gripped his shoulder. “Talk. It's what you do best.”

“Dunno… what to say… Just let me… sleep.”

Geralt squeezed Jaskier's shoulder hard. “Talk, dammit.”

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The abyss, the void, a deer with too many eyes

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

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Prompt 68

The witcher boys run a sanctuary for monsters. Lambert is off on his honeymoon with Aiden, and they're down a pair of hands, so they go about hiring someone to help around the plot. Only problem is only one person shows up to try and get the job. A twink with bright eyes and a big smile, in fancy colorful clothing, who admitted to knowing NOTHING about any of the monsters, and wants to do all of this for "Song Material." Geralt doubts he'll last a week. Eskel puts Geralt in charge of training him. Godsdamn it all.

i am once again asking if it is possible to marry a piece of art

this post from @0dde11eth inspired me lmao

go through the notes on that post to find some of the continued inspiration :)

tl;dr sleep-cuddly geralt is a headcanon you can pry from my cold dead hands!