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geraskierslut · 2 years

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by scandalousloki

He almost never has to see her like this, powerful but spent, like a freshly unearthed and unsharpened sword.

There is a certain fire he misses in the way she’d so easily spit a phrase of disapproval at him - the way she’d wind up her lip and dismiss him carelessly, and with pleasure. But at some point - and Jaskier doesn’t entirely know exactly when - they had changed.

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Or, the one where they all spend some more time in Kaer Morhen: Ciri learns to laugh. Geralt smiles more. Yennefer lets her guards down. Jaskier finds a place in a family, and begins to realize that Yennefer isn’t all he’s made her out to be.

Words: 2816, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, friends who are already lovers lol, Tenderness, Winter at Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Found Family, References to Addiction, Humor, Eventual Smut, Mother-Daughter Relationship, jaskier loves them okay, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings, and a sense of humor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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geraskierslut · 3 years

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tell me im wrong i dare you

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not yet corpses. still, we rot.

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LONG HAIR JASKIER

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Soft Yenskier is my passion 💖

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lmao i know the day is basically over but I got inspired, happy valentines day y’all here’s some witcher fam valentines

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geraskierslut · 3 years

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under a poet’s moon - a geraskier fic

12K words | M | modern au

(jaskier writes poetry about kinda sorta being in love with geralt, who is his best friend and roommate. how well does that fare?)

A/N: so i was super inspired after reading, like, all of @yoursummerfrost’s stuff on AO3, and i’m super happy that i finally got to write and finish this piece! i hope at least one of you enjoys it!

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excerpt:

Geralt catches his breath and tries to run his hand through his hair, forgetting that he’d tied his hair into a bun behind his head. He winces as he pulls the hair tie out of his hair, and Jaskier watches the whole process with vicarious follicle pain.

“Geralt.” He watches Geralt’s hands still within his silver strands.

Geralt eyes him with curious suspicion. “What?”

Jaskier rests his elbow on his leg and props his chin on his hand. “Do you remember that one time in freshman year you let me braid your hair?”

Geralt’s nose scrunches — which is painfully adorable. “Yeah, why?”

Jaskier clasps his hands in a praying gesture. “Please let me braid your hair again.”

Geralt deadpans, roughly untangling his knots with his fingers. “No.”

Jaskier gets on the floor by the couch and crawls to Geralt’s feet. “Please please please, I can’t watch you continue to berate your hair like this.”

“Then close your eyes.”

“Geraaaaaalt—”

“Fine, fuck,” Geralt breathes with a chuckle, dropping his arms and letting his hair fall messily.

Jaskier scrambles to his feet and runs to the bathroom to find a comb. He comes back and Geralt is sitting on the floor by the couch. Quickly but carefully, Jaskier settles on the couch, resting both legs on either side of Geralt's head.

“If your dick pokes my head even once, I’m moving out,” says Geralt. Taken completely off guard, Jaskier barks a surprised laugh and playfully taps Geralt’s head.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Geralt. There will be no prick-poking today.”

Geralt breathes a laugh from his nose and focuses back on the movie as Jaskier parts his hair down the middle.

Jaskier carefully starts detangling the ends first, finding satisfaction in the way the comb spreads Geralt’s hair in even strands. Jaskier wants to get lost in the sea of silver before him, and he combs it into oblivion. He chalks a poem into his head as he goes.

Geralt leans his head against Jaskier’s thigh. “Can I ask you something, Jas?”

Jaskier tries not to sob at the question and the touch. “Anything, Geralt.”

“Why Valdo?”

Jaskier pulls his lips tight and fights the fire in his chest. It’s a very packed question. Geralt didn’t even ask it when Jaskier had been exclusive with Valdo. Jaskier has to sift through memories, good and bad, to properly provide Geralt with an answer.

Jaskier begins braiding the left side of Geralt’s hair as he responds. “I didn’t know he was a dick at first. That’s usually how they get you.” To which Geralt chuckles. “But honestly, um… he was nice and gentle when I needed someone to be nice and gentle to me. He was artistically inclined so he was super open to my ideas and projects… He made me feel valued, at least while that lasted.”

Geralt sits in thought for a moment. The flashing flickers from the movie illuminate his face in various color patterns. Jaskier wants to love him in light.

“But after everything, why’d you go back?”

Jaskier sighs, and resigns himself to being only half-truthful. “Well, firstly, that was a mistake that I am definitely not proud of—” he pushes Geralt’s head down so he can finish the braid, “—but, basically, I was trying to get over something, and I needed a distraction. He offered himself as a distraction and I…” Jaskier starts to realize how shitty that sounds and trails off.

“Why wouldn’t you let me help?” Geralt asks the question in a way that seeps with self-deprecation. It’s almost as if he’s blaming himself for something he can’t control.

“I didn’t want to bother you, and plus you had your own things you were busy with—”

“Never too busy for you.” Geralt nuzzles his head into Jaskier’s leg and yawns.

Jaskier wants to fucking cry at this beautiful mess of a man who doesn’t even know how badly Jaskier is aching for him. He wants to tell him, needs to tell him. But when Jaskier, with hands still tangled in Geralt's hair, looks over at his face, Geralt is asleep. His eyes are shut and his lips are parted softly, breaths rolling out evenly between them.

Jaskier swallows his words and continues to comb Geralt’s hair while he sleeps.

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Jaskier’s Poetry Journal:

i want (again)

i know it hurts, i know you’re burning

but i want your eyes, your sleeping eyes

i want the way they rest tonight,

my god, i love your sleeping eyes

and if i could, i promise you

i want your heart, i’d take your heart

i’d withstand it twice, and bleed the mark

i want the aching of your heart

i’d curse the ocean and hex the sky

just for your love, i want your love

for just a minute, or just a second of

your love, my dear, i want your love

i know it hurts, i know that feeling,

i want your eyes, in sleep they lie

i’ll save you from it all tonight

while i watch the gleam of your sleeping eyes

#geraskier #jaskier #the witcher #geraskier au #modern au #geraskier fic

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geraskierslut · 3 years

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still wondering why, when confronted with a very scary yennefer in e5, jaskier’s first instinct was to start singing “toss a coin”

d…does he think that song summons geralt to him like a bat-signal

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under a poet’s moon - geraskier fic

(a modern geraskier fic partially told through the poems in jaskier’s journal.)

EXCERPT:

Jaskier thinks about the first and only time he’d seen Geralt shirtless— which happened to be the day that Jaskier picked up the habit of knocking. It was entirely an accident, he remembers, but Geralt was only flustered for half a second before returning to emotional normalcy; Jaskier, however, was not so lucky. He stumbled over his words and pertly snapped his gaze up towards the ceiling, like a five-year-old when a kissing scene came on. The memory embarrasses him even now.

Though Jaskier wasn’t surprised at Geralt’s firm build, he was comforted by the normalcy Geralt showed him, like it didn’t even matter that Jaskier was seeing him in such a way. Geralt had previously spoken about being self-conscious all throughout his life, constantly scrutinizing his personality and physicality — honestly, Jaskier couldn’t understand why.

But that’s the thing, isn't it? The innate self-depreciation we’re born with acts opposite the capacity for love and adoration we have for things unrelated to ourselves.

Jaskier reaches on his nightstand for his journal and thumbs open a page.

Jaskier’s Poetry Journal:

silver beast and silver knight

the tamely beast, the cowering knight

both basking in the evening’s light

where both lie weak, where both stand strong

where neither speak, deceit prolongs

the knight knows only silver sword,

and silver love for his silver lord

the beast who preens along the ground

knows nothing but the life he found

the tamely beast, the cowering knight,

and he who’s slain after their fight

the knight speared by his silver sword

and the mourning beast, his silver lord

#did somebody say YEARNING???#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fic #lots of poems #a tad excessive #but he is but a simple artistic man #pssst #the silver knight is jask

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geraskierslut · 3 years

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under a poet’s moon - geraskier fic

(a modern geraskier fic partially told through the poems in jaskier’s journal.)

EXCERPT:

Jaskier comes home mid-evening after having regrettably enjoyable hate-sex with Valdo Marx. Geralt is sitting on the couch, wearing a t-shirt, and watching a nature documentary — of course he is — when the door opens. He looks at Jaskier with some remarkable parody of pity and curiosity.

“You okay?” Geralt’s question reeks of artificiality and he’s laughing. The bastard laughs . Jaskier does not want to discuss this matter.

“Yep,” he says, and walks straight into his room.

Jaskier’s Poetry Journal:

hate-fucking is one hell of a drug

He only knows that I am His,

the searing lie He kisses down my back

the glistening canvases pressing like iron

but i love it because if i am His, it means i cannot be Yours

i can’t bear the weight of the shackles when He’s chanting my name,

the siren’s call lures no one when He bites down on my skin

when He tears open the battle scars, feeds me His poison

and if i even think of You, i plead for Him once more

maybe sometime soon, He’ll destroy me enough

that i’ll be but shriveling pieces of pulsing flesh

and there will be nothing left to feel for You.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #uhh mild s--ual content?#jaskier is a sad sad man

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geraskierslut · 3 years

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do NOT try to tell me jaskier doesn’t love geralt. DONT do it. because that poor man has traveled with a WITCHER who doesn’t even call him his FRIEND for 20 YEARS and asks him to the coast because he’s “TRYING TO SORT PUT WHAT PLEASES HIM,,,”

DONT FUCKING TELL ME HE DOESNT LOVE HIM AFTER 20 YEARS OF THAT SHIT BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO CONVINCE ME

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