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Prompt 65

Geralt and Jaskier attend a flower festival at a village. Geralt notices that everyone is giving each other flower bouquets, wreaths, and crowns, so Geralt decides to make a gift for Jaskier. The festival has buttercups, but not dandelions, so he has to pick some himself, add in a few cornflowers because they reminded him of Jaskier's eyes, and bam! It's done! He gifts it to Jaskier, and Jaskier is very touched, thanking Geralt profusely, and giving him a kiss. Jaskier meanwhile, is just absolutely flabbergasted that Geralt gave him courting flowers! It's a dream come true!

Prompt 66

Geralt is sure the bard he's started traveling with is a monster. I mean, an inhumanely beautiful young man with an inhumanely wonderful voice, and an inhumanely positive outlook on everything involved in Geralt's life? Bullshit. And he stayed. Even after the incident with the elves, where he had sad little puppy eyes - that were much too heartwrenching to not be magic - after his lute was smashed. Sure, he got a new and better lute, but surely he'd wanna leave by now.

Geralt starts testing. An "accidental" graze of silver against the bard's skin. Too much garlic on their food. A circle of salt. Fucking anything that reveals what he is! Jaskier, the human, is endeared endlessly with Geralt's shenanigans. How paranoid the poor witcher must be, if he keeps checking to make sure Jaskier hasn't been replaced with a monstrous lookalike in the night!

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.

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.

Prompt 74

Geralt has insomnia. Not that shocking, given his life. Recently he accidentally learned that Jaskier singing a soft slow song late at night puts him to sleep like a baby. Now the issue is that Geralt has no idea how to broach the topic with his friend, Jaskier. How do you ask the man you yearn for gayly to sing you to sleep at night? Thus Geralt has spontaneously begun dropping everything and rushing to lay down any time Jaskier tries playing anything at night. That's an odd new quirk of Geralt's...

Prompt 75

After being yelled at on the mountain, Jaskier stumbles and tumbles his way down the perilous path down, all the while being half-blinded by his own tears. He makes it to town and decides to wait. Geralt will realize it was all a mistake and come to find him and apologize. It'll take a few days, but Jaskier can wait. He'll play for some coin, and buy himself something nice to distract himself from the heartbreak. It's been four days. Jaskier has a room at an inn, two beds, in case Geralt doesn't want to sleep in the same bed with him like they used to. Jaskier plays every night. Everyone keeps requesting his songs about Geralt, but he redirects them easily enough. The only problem is he ran out of non-Geralt songs after the second day. Even ones that don't mention him, Jaskier can't bring himself to play, because he knows that he wrote them about Geralt. It's been a week. Jaskier has his room at the same inn. He still plays for coin, but he's been forced to play his songs about Geralt, as nobody wants to hear the same songs for a week straight, so he had to diversify. Jaskier is worried Geralt might've gotten hurt. Hopefully with his witcher healing, he'll be here in no time. It's been two weeks. Jaskier has his room at the inn. He's decided to take a break from playing for a bit, lest he get boring for the crowds. He's begun really exploring the town, and he's even met one of his frequent listeners out in town, got his name - Pietr - And was introduced to his wife as "The song guy". It was nice hearing compliments about his work from them both, even if it did remind him of the nights Geralt would talk in-depth about Jaskier's songcycles with him. He misses those nights. He hopes Geralt heals up from whatever injury he must've gotten and gets here soon so they can continue having those. It's been two months. Jaskier has changed to a one-bed room. Geralt is taking forever, he can deal with sharing a bed with Jaskier when he gets here. Jaskier plays every few nights, he has regular listeners now. He's tried writing new songs, but every time he puts quill to parchment, he starts crying. Really wish he'd stop doing that. It's been four months. Jaskier has changed his room again, now in a room with a single small bed, just for one person. It'd be physically impossible to even attempt sharing it with Geralt, unless they laid on top of each other, and even then, Geralt's feet would poke out. Jaskier can only assume Geralt went after Yennefer before him. As always. Jaskier isn't sure why it came as a surprise when he first figured it out. Or why it still hurt enough to make him bawl into a glass of alcohol. He should've known from the beginning. At least he'll be next, he thinks moments before passing out drunk. It's been six months. Jaskier is beginning to worry Geralt may have died. Surely he would've come by now. Jaskier's head still whips around to look at the door every time it opens. He still peeks into every stable and prays he'll see Roach. He still asks the blacksmith if he's done any work with swords recently. One especially mortifying moment was the time he asked a brothel if they had seen Geralt's description, only for the women to all tut sadly and tell him that if he had to look at brothels to try and find his missing husband, he must've not been good enough for Jaskier to begin with. Jaskier leaves without even clearing up the misconception, because it was still a no. Geralt was still not here.

It's been eight months. Jaskier has the same room, but has begun to dwindle in popularity. At least in the "giving money to" department. He thought he could at least expect Pietr, but he ran into him in the market the other day and Pietr had no idea who he was. Jaskier must really be that forgettable, despite all his attempts his whole life to not be. Jaskier must've just overexaggerated what he meant to someone again. Jaskier has scaled the mountain again, all by himself. Either he finds signs of Geralt, dead or alive, or he dies in some rockslide accident and nobody misses him. He finds no signs of Geralt, however. Not a thing. Geralt left the mountain, that was for sure. Jaskier sat on the very same rock, and cried thinking of the very same coast, but this time he was alone. It's been ten months. Jaskier spends his days and nights either drinking or crying. He's only written one new song, one about someone's love dying before they ever get to tell them how they feel. He's never sung it, though. For a performance or in private. He's stopped playing altogether. He has no idea what to do with the rest of his life. As sad and pitiful and pathetic as he thinks himself when he says it, his life was Geralt. Following him for twenty years, writing songs about him, spreading word about him, making a name for himself as "The White Wolf's bard." It's been a year. Jaskier bought himself a small hovel in the village. He'd been there far too long to keep using the inn. He has a small flower garden. He spends most of his time tending it. Jaskier heard a villager say their penpal's village was recently saved by the White Wolf himself, and Jaskier freezes, standing still and gaping at the two women chatting. They begin to realize Jaskier's eavesdropping and move to talk inside their home. Oh. So Geralt lived. He just truly didn't come for Jaskier. Jaskier throws the last song he wrote for Geralt into the fire. Geralt isn't dead. But Geralt probably wishes Jaskier was. Jaskier stays inside his home long enough for his garden to get overrun with weeds and pests. He only leaves his home when one day, there's incessant knocking on his door. He opens it to find Yennefer. Great. She grabs his arm, summons a portal behind her, and shOVES him in. She sits him down in a chair in a kitchen, comments on how terrible he looks, and then leaves upstairs. After a few moments, Yennefer drags Geralt in, even though Geralt is clearly trying his best not to enter the room. Lovely. As if Jaskier didn't already feel like the bane of Geralt's existence. Yennefer finally sits Geralt down, and explains to them that it was just as she thought. They were bespelled. Geralt has been having lapses of memory and odd sudden urges for about a year now. He'd forget people he spoke to, towns he'd go in, and suddenly go off his routes or paths with intense need to go on a detour he could never talk himself out of. Geralt can hardly listen to her, he's just stuck staring at Jaskier with awe. Jaskier's alive. Jaskier's alive. Ever since the mountain, Geralt has been visiting the towns around the mountain, praying to find his bard again, only for everybody in the towns to not have seen anyone meeting his description. It was only two months in that he combed the entire mountain, both hoping and dreading to find Jaskier's body. He found nothing. No signs of his bard. And with nobody ever seeing him enter the village, it's almost as if he just... disappeared. Yennefer explains that anytime Geralt asked someone of Jaskier, the person would forget everything they knew about him. Any time Geralt almost made contact with Jaskier, his mind would suddenly tug him into a new direction. it seems to have been born into existence the day they had their fight on the mountain. Specifically when Geralt asked for life to take Jaskier off his hands.

hes neeping 🥺

Onestly, Dandelion sleeping is too cute.

I live for this idea

Beware breaking the heart of a fae. Legend has it that a fae who suffers great heartbreak will have their heart freeze over.

As a fae, Jaskier experienced this when Geralt left him on the mountain, causing his heart to freeze. He ceased interacting with humans except for playing pranks, which were nothing more than cruel attempts to find some semblance of pleasure.

When Geralt discovers he was originally hired to hunt down a troublesome fae, he realizes it is Jaskier causing the problems.

Now, Geralt must find a way to warm Jaskier's heart before he's forced to kill his bard.

Prompt 77

Geralt is no stranger to brothels. He's not some blushing virgin. He's had many a tumble with whores. He has his needs, sue him. The women are usually very polite, even though they reek of fear and disgust beneath all the demure smiles they so carefully crafted. It's all an act. They're putting on a performance. Geralt tends to just ask them to get on with the sex so he doesn't have to hear them try to lie to him about what they find attractive, though this just sours reputations of him further. He'd have a quick fuck with a man or two now and again as well, if not for male prostitutes being so hard to find. It was technically illegal, though fuck knows why. So he sticks to the women. He pays well, he's courteous to what the women are and aren't okay with, and he leaves when they're tired, even if his longing for touch and his witcher stamina could keep him going. Geralt hasn't gotten his oats sowed so to speak for quite a while. Like,, Quite a while. Too long, he thinks to himself on behalf of hindsight's laughing voice. He finds the first brothel in a town in seemingly forever. Within seconds of walking in, he already detests the way the women are clearly treated. "Ah, Witcher! Here for a night of pleasure? Young, Old, Sweet, Mean, Women, Men-" "You have men here?" Geralt is just genuinely in awe. The first time he finds a man to hire, it's in this dump? "Oh, just the one. Julian. Would you like to pay for his services, Witcher?" ... And Geralt says yes. Stink of fear and disgust and distrust aside, it's been too long since he's laid with a man. The man soon walks in, with a big bright smile, and fluffy brown hair that would flop in front of his eyes if it weren't so well-trained from what must be frequent hair-tosses. He's beautiful. He begins introducing himself and rambles for quite a long time, really. "...Alright, that's it! What is it? What's wrong?" "Wrong?" "What's wrong with me? You've been staring at me silently the whole time with that odd look on your face. I'm sorry if you were wishing for a... Man like you, but I know many tricks, and I've it on good authority that I do them well!" Geralt stares at him some more. Intrigued. "...You're not afraid." "...Um- No.. I don't... Should I be afraid? Oh! Is this roleplay? Do you want rope? There's some in the back office-" "No- I mean. You. Real you. You're not afraid of me. Even though I'm a witcher." "Well, obviously? Witchers kill evil monsters and save the day, don't they?" And before he knows it, Geralt is talking to Julian. Talking, talking, talking. He finds out that Julian is a disowned noble, his favorite flowers are buttercups and dandelions, he wants to see the world, and his greatest wish is to leave this place and be a bard someday. They talk, talk, talk, until eventually there's a knock at the door, sunlight shining through the windows. It's the man in charge. "Julian. Your time is up." "Oh- Can't I stay and talk to Geralt a little lon-" "Julian. You have customers." Geralt hadn't even realized it was morning. They had talked through the night. They hadn't even had sex. Was he really going to make Julian continue working? "He needs time to rest." "Don't tell me what to do with my whores, Witcher." The man snarls, grabbing Julian's arm and yanking him out of the room. Geralt decides then and there that he has a new mission. Geralt leaves, and goes on with life as normal for a whole year, nearly to the day. He rides back into that same town, over to that same brothel, and asks to buy Julian. "You mean... For the night?" "Forever." And Geralt lays down the most money he's ever spent in one place. The man scoffs and nods, gesturing lazily to a barracks of sorts. Julian spots him, and beams that same smile.

"Geralt! You came back! How long do we have? You must tell me everything!" "I didn't buy you for the night."

Geralt blurts, and Julian deflates in place, his grin dropping to a frown.

"Oh.. O- Of course. Right-"

He begins to fidget in place, awkwardly, and Geralt inhales through his teeth.

"I bought you. Out of here." "P a r d o n?"

And he leads Julian out to reveal all the things Geralt used his money on throughout the year. A fine horse to take Julian around the world, A lute, personalized with engravings of buttercups and dandelions, and a whole wardrobe's worth of clothing to get him started.

Julian cries, and hugs him, and assures him it's good tears, and cries some more, and hugs his new horse, and hugs his new lute, and hugs his new clothes, and cries, and kisses Geralt, and mounts his horse, and turns to Geralt to ask where they're headed.

"..You're… Wanting to follow me?" "But of course! Lead the way, my witcher!"

And so Geralt does.

Prompt 78

Geralt likes providing for his bard. He likes when Jaskier's eyes light up when Geralt brings him plenty of food. He likes when Jaskier rushes to undress as soon as Geralt says he found a safe body of water to bathe in. He likes when Jaskier lets out that soft moan of comfort when he's cozied up on his bedroll next to a warm fire. Geralt likes that at the first sign of danger or ailment, Jaskier rushes to Geralt, because nobody will fight harder to protect Jaskier than Geralt. Geralt likes the hugs Jaskier gives him when Geralt buys him something he saw him ogling in town. Geralt likes when Jaskier beams at him when Geralt provides him with praise and compliments. Geralt likes Jaskier's squeal of excitement when Geralt allows them to splurge on an expensive bathhouse or inn every few months. Time passes. Jaskier however suddenly looks saddened at every luxury or care that Geralt tries to give him. Jaskier begins trying to get himself food, and complaining less about wanting to wash his hair, and he goes to sleep cold if he thinks Geralt wouldn't want a fire. Jaskier doesn't look around at markets any more, and vehemently denies wanting anything. Jaskier mutters "You don't have to" at any praise. Jaskier widens his eyes in horror and begs Geralt to keep the money and not waste it on something unessential. Geralt finally breaks and asks Jaskier why he's acting so odd one day, and Jaskier admits that he's begun to worry about being a burden. Geralt does so much, and Jaskier fears Geralt sees him as dead weight. Geralt is disgusted at the mere thought. A more disgusting thought, however, is that he now has to try and explain to Jaskier, with words, that he likes doing things for Jaskier.

Prompt 79

Jaskier and Geralt have confessed and gotten together, and Jaskier couldn't be happier. It's like a dream come true, being able to kiss Geralt. Jaskier learns that Geralt isn't a big fan of PDA, a tad troublesome for him, but he'll learn and grow to be a better lover for his witcher! He just might forget and try to kiss him a few times before it actually stays in his noggin! However he also learned that Geralt.. Doesn't like talking about them in public. Or insinuating them in public. Jaskier can't even make dirty jokes or ask Geralt where they should go out on dates. Geralt hisses for him to stop talking about it and glances around. Jaskier has been longing to eat at this one fine restaurant in a crowded town for months, and they have a chance to! There's a table still open! With a vase of flowers, and candles, and a dark red tablecloth, and they're sat right next to a small stage where the performers play! Jaskier goes to sit down, only for Geralt to drag him out by the arm, saying that they can't eat there. Jaskier is of course asks if there's poison in the food, or a monster infesting the eatery, only to get a grunt. "Really, Geralt, why can't we eat there?" "We just... Can't." Jaskier just assumes the owners must be some sort of witcher-hating pricks who tried to... To sell Geralt their daughter in exchange for wanting him to kill something that doesn't need to be killed or... Or some other really hateable things. A pity, he's heard amazing things about that place.. But all is well! Soon enough, they head to an inn, and get settled in a room. Jaskier tries his best to seduce his boyfriend, but Geralt just glances around their room and shakes his head. "Not now." Jaskier shrugs, and heads down to play for some coin, and perhaps get a bit tipsy for the fun of it all. He wakes up the next morning with quite an awful headache, and a very annoyed-looking Geralt. Jaskier apologizes for going overboard with the drinks, but Geralt huffs and says that isn't what's upsetting him. What upset him is Drunk Jaskier telling people that he and Geralt are together. But come onnn! Everyone's been saying "The bard is fucking the butcher" for over a decade! Surely some villager's account of a drunk bard saying the same isn't worth all the fuss Geralt is making over it. Another night, Jaskier is sat by the campfire, idly strumming his lute. "Annnd even though today I had to hide in a tree~ I love my witcher, and my witcher loves me~" Geralt suddenly loses his focus and turns sharply to Jaskier. "That's a new song." "It's not a song, I'm just making things up for fun." "So it's not in your song journal?" "...No?" "Good." 'Good'? Jaskier could just play it off as another one of Geralt's teases about disliking his music, but something about this in particular made Jaskier feel nauseous. A week or so after that, Jaskier has finished his set and is excitedly skipping off to meet back up with Geralt when he overhears some conversation from where Geralt is sat. "Your bard sings well!" "He's not my bard." "No? I thought I heard you two were together." "No. Acquaintances at best. Hardly know him." Acquaintances at best? Acquaintances? Jaskier knows Geralt has been offput by the idea of telling people they are romantically involved, but he couldn't even muster up a 'No, we're just friends.' He's STILL not a 'friend'? That's when it clicks for Jaskier. Oh. Geralt's ashamed of him.

Is it because he's a man? Would Geralt be proud to show off his lover if his lover were female? Is it because of Jaskier's looks? He's been told he's rather attractive, but perhaps he looks quite small and delicate beside a witcher. He didn't think Geralt would care for such things, though. Perhaps it's his personality. Maybe the lighthearted remarks between the two of them were more barbed on Geralt's side than Jaskier at first thought. Maybe Geralt really hates his singing, or how much he talks, or how often he turns things into an innuendo. Is he just some quick fuck in the woods? The second they hit civilization he's not even a friend? Jaskier slips back up to their room, completely forgetting to let Geralt know where he is. Oh well. If Geralt gives a shit he can sniff out Jaskier's perfume. For now, Jaskier is going to curl up in their bed and try not to cry. Jaskier and Geralt have confessed and gotten together, and Geralt couldn't be happier. It's like a dream come true, being able to kiss Jaskier. But Geralt has to keep in mind how many enemies he has out there. Personal, blind hatred based on his reputation, blind hatred based on him being a witcher, the list goes on. Geralt worried for Jaskier enough as it is when they were best friends. Geralt would be powerless and completely devastated if anyone were to take Jaskier. Geralt would be putty in their hands if they so much as threatened the bard's life. Now that they're lovers? Geralt cringes to think at how many people would be chomping at the bit for an opportunity to kill the Butcher's one true love. To use him as a hostage for Geralt to do their bidding. For them to torture Jaskier in the hopes of learning things about Geralt. So Geralt makes a plan. He'll keep Jaskier at an arm's length whenever he thinks anyone could see or hear them. It's exceptionally hard not kissing the hell out of his bard whenever he feels like it, but he must practice restraint in order to keep him safe. Jaskier keeps making it harder on him, though. Kissing him, wanting to go eat at some romantic place, telling every soul he can how much he and Geralt are inseparable soulmates who can't live without one another, all in front of so many people. Any one of which could be just too loose-lipped. Any one of which could lead to a snowballing effect that ends in his beloved Jaskier's harm or death. Geralt just can't wait until Winter comes. He plans on bringing Jaskier with him, and they'll be able to do whatever they want the entire winter, with no fear.

Love love love love love love love this

After months without any word from Jaskier, Geralt starts to worry. Despite their rocky past, Geralt has always kept an ear out for Jaskier, and the bard's complete silence, not even a song, is very strange.

Soon, Geralt learns that Jaskier's parents have sent him to a reformatory school, supposedly to "help make him a proper member of society and a better Viscount."

Understanding that this means abusing Jaskier until he breaks, giving up all hope and becoming a puppet, Geralt dons a disguise to help break Jaskier out.

i want to get this tattooed under my eyelids

cutesy little sketch while I put off working on homework and an angsty painting

anyway I just think they deserve to be soft

PAGPSGHSIPPHGW THIS IS MY FAVORITE TROPE IN GERASKIER FLUFF FICS PAIWHWGPIHAGWP

Geralt, who isn't used to random displays of affection, panics every time Jaskier does exactly that.

Jaskier, watching Geralt unsaddle Roach: Geralt.

Geralt: Hm?

Jaskier: You know I love you, right? Truly and completely.

Geralt: ...What's wrong?

Jaskier: Nothing, just wanted to tell you that.

Geralt: *panicking* Are you hurt? Injured? Is it the drowners from yesterday? Dammit, Jaskier, I told you not to-

Jaskier: Geralt, relax! I'm completely fine! I just said that I love you because I wanted to, that's it.

Geralt: Okay. I love you, too.

*half an hour later*

Geralt: *bursting through the door into Yennefer's room*

Yennefer: What the actual-

Geralt: I think Jaskier is dying

Prompt 86

In a modern world, Geralt houses Roach in a public stable. They treat her well when he's out, she enjoys it. It's all good. Until the stables call him one day to tell him Roach is acting weird. He's already racing back to his beloved horse when they call back to let him know it's because she's missing her boyfriend. Huh? Her what? Apparently she's been really attached to this stallion named "Pegasus" recently. Really? His baby girl is in love with a 'Pegasus'? Geralt is minutes away from tearing his hair out. A week later, Geralt is getting her out of her stall, when he glances over and sees Pegasus. He can tell it's Pegasus by the way Roach is acting, but also because of the ridiculous tack he's wearing. All bright colors and special embroideries and fucking sequins. He doesn't know what he expected from the person who owns Pegasus. He was tied between a preteen girl and a woman too old to still ride. When he bumps into a man dressed in an outrageously yellow outfit, with rainbow nail polish, and stupidly cute hair, he admits he was a little shocked. Not by it being a man in a horrific outfit, nonono, by the man in a horrific outfit being attractive. "Oh! Are you the owner of Roach? I hear they're great friends!" Fuck. He and his daughter have the same type in men.

Prompt 89

Geralt might be a fool. He confides in Jaskier one night about how he doesn't know how to court someone, and the normal ways of "courting" don't seem like things he can do and/or the one he wants to court would enjoy. The issue is that Jaskier is the one he wants to court, and he's asking Jaskier. Jaskier tells a story of one time a man tried courting him. The man loved to bake, it was his passion, and he baked many treats and loaves for Jaskier. Cakes and tarts and cookies and bread in Jaskier's favorite flavors, sometimes even in the shapes of music notes or hearts. Including Jaskier in on it all meant so much to Jaskier, and he said if he were to ever truly be courted one day, he'd want something similar. Jaskier loved the man sharing his passions with Jaskier. Incorporating Jaskier into the man's day-to-day life and interests was heartwarming and it showed off how they were ready and willing to compromise to add the bard into their life. He hopes that if Geralt begins courting him, Geralt will just include him on things Geralt likes and is passionate about. Like horses or sketching monsters or something. A ride in he forest, or drawing monsters together would be quite lovely! Unfortunately, Geralt got hung up on the 'baking' part of the story and is just sure that the way to Jaskier's heart is to bake him treats. The only issue is that Geralt SUCKS at baking. His brownies are more likely to kill Jaskier than do anything else. Those cookies are burned into bricks, and he doesn't even know what that is on the counter.

Prompt 103

Geralt keeps waking up miraculously healed from contracts. Witcher healing is good, yes, but not that good. And it doesn't work if he goes into towns. He's undoubtedly weary of the phenomenon, but he can't exactly do anything about it at the moment. One night, after a hunt was significantly easier than expected, he's hopped up on too many potions, and the world has blurred and everything is TOO MUCH. Except for the soft yellow light in the distance, moving closer to him. As it gets closer, so too do the soft twinkling sounds. The ball of light hums and sings to him, even as he can barely focus on it's presence. He feels warmth in his wretched shaking hands and spares a second to glance at them, watching in shaken awe as a wound heals before his eyes. Ever since the night where he saw the glowing ball, he begins looking for signs of someone or something following him. He's healed and sung to, but what could the creature actually want from him? Why bother with it all? So one night, when he's bandaged up a scratch wound on thigh, he pretends to sleep. He waits, waits, waits, until finally he hears the twinkling chimes. He springs up and forward, snatching it out of the air, and looking at what he's caught, ready to demand answers, only to see a very startled little winged man staring at him. A fairy? "Why do you heal me?" "Because I like you, obviously!" "You don't know me." "Oh, but I do! I've been watching you for a few months now!" "....Hmm." "You're my muse! I've written songs about your adventures, would you like to hear?!"

You're right and you should say it! No unhappy endings or uneven lifespans here, folks!

I need more Geraskefer fanfics with immortal Jaskier- like imagine Jaskier who's an immortal being who's been alive for centuries, and during those times he changes his name and like Yennefer and Geralt are just meeting him over and over again and only realize when Jaskier drunkenly admits it- (Bonus points if Jaskier thinks they already know and just don't talk/ mention it)

Happy International Friendship Day to all the queercoded codependent friendships that end in misery (ESPECIALLY if someone tries to take it to a more romantic level)!!!

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.