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New story!
Inspired by a prompt from @geraskierfanficprompts here's a short oneshot about Geralt discovering a cursed lute.
The trader greeted Geralt with a grateful clap on the back and bid him take any of his priceless items that Geralt chose. Looking about the collection, Geralt saw many an unusual item - shrunken heads, possessed urns, boxes that could only be opened with a drop of the owner's blood. But what drew his attention was a handsome looking lute. It was engraved with tiny painted buttercups. Geralt's heart lurched at the thought of Jaskier. Having made his decision, Geralt took the lute. It was a perfect reminder of his companion and would make a wonderful gift for Jaskier should he find his way back into Geralt's life.
Returning to his rented rooms, Geralt was about to set down the lute on the bedside cabinet when he noticed a slip of paper stuck between the strings. Opening the folded parchment, Geralt read:
Do not play this instrument under any circumstances. It is cursed.
Geralt rolled his eyes; it was just typical that he had chosen a cursed item.
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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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Prompt 114
Jaskier is sat at camp, DRENCHED. "You're lucky the drowners didn't start going for you!" Geralt was ranting at Jaskier, as he had been for quite a few minutes now. "How was I meant to know that the branch I was on was unsturdy?" "All the ways I've showed you how to check for that!" Geralt growls at him, which... Well, fair. "The worst part of it all is I lost one of my rings!" Jaskier whines, he glances a look at Geralt and sees a thunderous expression, thus he glances away again. "...I am sorry, Geralt. I didn't mean to get in the way." Geralt softens a bit and sighs. "Just... Don't do it again." The next morning, Geralt wakes Jaskier up by chucking a ring at his face. "Geralt! Oh thank you! However did you find it?" Geralt just grunts a bit but thankfully accepts Jaskier's praise and thanks for the rest of the day. "...Geralt-" "What? What is it?" "I- One of my rings is gone, I don't know what to do-" Geralt sighs. "Can't we just buy you another?" "No! This one was special!" It was one Geralt bought for him after all. Geralt slinks off and returns a few hours later, holding out the ring, much to Jaskier's delight. "You're so good at finding them!" "It's not that hard." Bullshit, Jaskier thinks. Jaskier is ripping his rings off in a rush in order to start tending Geralt, only to accidentally fling one toward the poor man. Geralt reaches up and catches the ring in mid-air, before grimacing as the movement had pulled at one of his wounds. "Oh, Thank you, Geralt!" Jaskier tosses a ring to Geralt one day and asks him to store it in a bag, safely. A few days afterward, Jaskier asks Geralt to find the ring in the bags and give it back. But then realizes Geralt is staring at his hands. He's waiting to be asked to get the other rings. With a look of... Excitement? Joy? "Geralt, do you really enjoy bringing my rings to me that much?" Jaskier asks, before cringing as it had clearly embarrassed Geralt. "It's not a bad thing! I think it's cute!" He says in a rush. It's official. Geralt loves to fetch. Like a dog. They now have a new routine at camp, that whenever they had nothing to do, Jaskier would toss some things, and Geralt would either catch them, or race after them as they soared through the air into the distance. Jaskier is bloodied and exhausted. His arms are tied in front of him, but he still can't seem to rip his gag off. His parents have sent for him, he just knows it. They probably have some noblewoman they want him to marry, or some relative died and they think it'll be a perfect segue into making him perform his duties. As if. Jaskier slips off one of his rings, and tosses it to the ground as the wagon pulling him starts riding off toward his birthplace. Hopefully Geralt is still just as determined to return the ring as usual.
My favorite headcanon / trope in fics will FOREVER be every single witcher being like "And this is our Jaskier, You can look but we don't trust you to touch him yet, he's our special Jaskier, we only have one of him, and we LIKE him, so be NICE and don't even THINK of harming him or we will all EAT YOU"
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.