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geraskiertrash · 3 years
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day twenty-eight - high toxicity
jaskier does not know if he could ever truly be afraid of geralt. he doubts it’s even possible, not when he’s seen how kind the witcher is when no one else is looking. he’s seen geralt slaughter beasts in what feels like less than seconds, has heard his voice rise to a roar with rage... and still, his heart is filled with nothing but adoration for the white wolf of rivia.
nothing but adoration... and, well.
lust at times.
most times.
geralt had warned him to stay away for this fight, had warned him that the potions he’d have to take would... change him, but, of course, he didn’t elaborate. he never does.
jaskier had nodded and smiled along, but as soon as he was reasonably certain geralt was far enough ahead that he wouldn’t notice a follower, he had... followed.
now, as jaskier watches geralt rend a bruxa to pieces from the relative safety of... well, a few feet away, crouching behind the rubble of the crumbled churchyard, he can see what geralt had meant. the witcher’s skin has gone even more pallid than normal, and if jaskier didn’t know better, he’d say geralt was dead. if he didn’t know better, and if each of geralt’s veins wasn’t standing out in sharp relief against his skin, jet black and almost swollen.
jaskier draws in a sharp breath when geralt pivots on his heel, when he gets a glimpse of eyes that have gone as dark as the void... when he sees sharp fangs gritted and bared, and surely he’s not just imagining that they’re longer, sharper... fuck.
even as the bruxa’s blood sprays and its head drops to the ground with a fleshy thump, jaskier feels his own desire spike high. geralt is... is gorgeous in this state, and -
oh.
“oh,” he says aloud, giving a shaky laugh when he realizes that geralt has turned in his direction. even the void-black of his eyes leaves no question: geralt is staring directly at him, but rather than the exasperation jaskier expects, he sees something... animal.
“jaskier,” geralt breathes, and his voice is deep and rough and raw. jaskier’s first instinct is to start apologizing, to start defending himself - but before he gets the chance, geralt is stalking toward him.
“oh, fuck,” jaskier fumbles out, and he scrambles to his feet, about to launch into a whole spiel about how he really just wanted material for a song, about to try his damn best to calm a pissed witcher down, but -
but geralt is gripping him around the throat and shoving him back against an old stone wall, is crowding in close, is - is scenting him, what the fuck, shoving his face into jaskier’s neck to breathe in deep between the splay of his blood-splashed fingers. jaskier freezes, sucks in a breath of his own so he won’t moan aloud, goes still. geralt is still holding his fucking sword, for the gods’ sake.
“you aren’t afraid,” geralt growls out. jaskier blinks, his hands fluttering uncertainly in the air before they settle on the witcher’s forearm, more to have something to do than anything.
“i’m never afraid of you, you brute, now why don’t you let me go so i can start writing a song - “ he begins clumsily, forcing his voice bright, hoping against the odds that geralt can’t smell -
“i can smell you.”
fuck.
“you’re aroused.”
jaskier clears his throat, closes his eyes so he won’t have to hold that dark and deadly gaze. “yes, excellent observation, thank you, now why don’t we just - “
“why?”
oh, for the love of fuck. “the... the this, the big, growly man, the eyes, the - are those your veins? you have claws, geralt - “ for he realizes this now, feels the tips of too-sharp nails dig into his skin when geralt readjusts his grip, “ - and your hand and the fangs, really, must we analyze this? perfectly natural response - “
geralt squeezes.
the air is punched from jaskier’s lungs on a keening moan as he goes slack, squirming under the firm grasp. he knows, in that instant, that he’s lost. when geralt presses closer, works a thigh between his own, jaskier can only whine, opening his eyes enough to hold that jet-black gaze.
“you’re not afraid,” geralt rumbles thoughtfully. before jaskier can demand he do something other than wax poetic, geralt drops his sword, leans in, and kisses him at long fucking last.
oh, fuck, the fangs -
and jaskier’s mind goes blank.
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geraskiertrash · 3 years
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Geralt: What's your body count?
Jaskier: what?
Geralt: People you've slept with...
Jaskier: Oh thank the gods, I thought you saw the basement
Geralt: What?
Jaskier: What?
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geraskiertrash · 3 years
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Had a dream about them so I drew it. I can’t believe they’re haunting me even in my sleep 😩
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cleaned up some geralt and jaskier sketches
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geralt @ jaskier when he isn’t looking: 🥰 geralt @ jaskier when he is looking: 😒
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i’ve been listening to Iris by the goo goo dolls on repeat and drawing this  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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let them be soft
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no talk jaskier he angy
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Bard, Bath and a Song 🎶 
Heeere’s my version of geraskier bath time! *tosses this onto the pile*
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Happy Halloween!! 🎃 Have a vamp! geraskier au in which everything is the same except Geralt is a vampire - not in the witcher lore way but in the twilight bite-and-they-change way :’D Bonus:
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Rest.
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Recharge.
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@queer-crusader requested: favorite geraskier headcanon
geralt being absolutely sure that jaskier seeing him after taking his potions, with his black eyes, would be the thing that finally sends the bard running. jaskier, on the other hand, falls even more in love with geralt, and wants to spend the rest of his life simply protecting him from the world and all the people that made him think he was a monster.
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geraskiertrash · 4 years
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Regis
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modern au where jaskier and yenn are best pals
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geraskiertrash · 4 years
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Jaskier ghost wrote this.
folk punk music just be like "im too poor to afford a therapist so im going to sing about my trauma over the sound of the jauntiest fucking guitar playing youve ever heard in your goddamn life"
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