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thedemonofcat · 8 months

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His Bard was Dead

All Geralt knew was that Jaskier had met his demise after they had parted ways on that mountain. The most agonizing part was the mystery surrounding Jaskier's fate. Geralt remained ignorant of whether the bard had descended the mountain to meet his end or if some malevolent force on the mountain had claimed Jaskier's life.

What Geralt did know was that, one day, he began to encounter Jaskier's apparition. Everywhere Geralt ventured, the bard's spectral form hung in the air, shrouded in blood with vacant eyes. Unlike other specters Geralt had encountered, Jaskier merely observed, never launching an attack. Whenever Geralt attempted to draw nearer and question the ghost's presence, Jaskier's specter would vanish, only to reappear moments later when Geralt resumed his previous activities.

Despite his relentless efforts, Geralt couldn't uncover the truth about Jaskier's fate. The witcher scoured every corner, searching for Jaskier's remains to provide the bard with a proper burial, but his quest yielded nothing.

At some point, Geralt reunited with Ciri and even rekindled his relationship with Yennefer, although they decided to remain friends. Nonetheless, Jaskier's ghost persisted in following Geralt wherever he ventured. Jaskier remained invisible to everyone except Geralt, who began to suspect that grief might be driving him to madness. After all, what man who had lost the love of his life without ever getting a chance to express his feelings wouldn't descend into madness?

Then, one fateful day, Geralt, Ciri, and Yennefer found themselves in Lettenhove. With Jaskier's ghost still haunting him, Geralt couldn't help but feel guilty about being in Jaskier's hometown. This guilt led Geralt to the decision that he should inform whatever family Jaskier had left that the bard was no more.

And so, the group made their way to the Pankratz family manor. A servant received Geralt, Ciri, and Yennefer at the entrance and instructed them to wait while the Viscount was summoned.

What Geralt never could have anticipated was the shock that awaited him when the Viscount of Lettenhove finally entered the room – there stood Jaskier, alive and locking eyes with Geralt.

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celestial-sphere-press · 4 months

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Fanbinding: Hibernating with Ghosts by @fayet

Getting stuck in Kaedwen in winter had never been on Jaskier's plan.

Hyped to share photos of the set I made at the end of 2023 for the @renegadepublishing annual exchange! In addition to "Hibernating With Ghosts" these volumes include 30 pencil illustrations by @saeculorum-art, the fic's prequel Silent friend of many distances, and a song (The Siren Song) by @stillmadaboutpetra. I was over the moon that they all agreed to allow their work included so i could make this for the lovely Kitty / @perfectlynormalbooks (thank you for the intro to the wonderful fic!!).

This book was bound in Duo dragonfly cloth, with marbled lokta and hand-foiled cover accents. All art not by saeculorum is sourced from public domain woodcuts. I went a little harder than usual on the typeset, but it was a lot of fun and I finally had a good reason to use a vertical header (the chapter titles are SO LONG) and colored dropcaps (i was printing color for the art, anyway!). I justified my embroidery thread spending with a fun five-color color endband, and I colored the top edge.

I had a lot of fun making this and trying our a few different ways of doing things! Thanks again to everyone for a wonderful Renegade Exchange!

#fanbinding #celestial sphere press #ficbinding #renegadeexchange2023 #renegadepublishing #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #hibernating with ghosts #this is actually the first Witcher fic i have bound #what a great place to start!

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sandersgrey · 1 year

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AUs where either Geralt or Jaskier fake their own deaths after the mountain are good but what about an AU where Jaskier doubles down and fakes Geralt's.

Nilfgaard cant hunt you if it doesnt think youre alive!!

#alex wont shut up #geralt of rivia #the witcher #jaskier #geraskier #in my heart at least #the sandpiper staying behind to make sure others have the chance to run #what. are you gonna argue w the Whute wolfs own bard?#if they see another witcher w white hair well. he never said there wasnt only one #thats clearly a trick to bait the nilfgaardian army into hunting a ghost #dont you think the cowardly bard would be cowering behind him if he were alive? exactly #nothing to see here. keep walking.

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 9 months

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for the kiss prompts - a playful kiss to make the other stop rambling + geraskier, pretty please 🥺

Jaskier has never been one to suffer stage fright. Since the first time he gave an impromptu performance at one of his parents’ banquets at the age of seven, he’s soaked up the spotlight at any chance he can get. There’s nothing he delights in more than having a crowded tavern or ballroom watching him with starry eyes, hanging onto his every word. He knows he’s good at what he does, a far cry from the boy who used to get bread pelted at his head while he sang about hags and abortions.

Except that as he stands behind the stage at the Oxenfurt Music Festival, listening to a pair of Nazairi troubadours sing a lovely duet, his insides roil with the same queasy nervousness he’s carried with him all day. He glances over at Geralt to make sure the witcher doesn’t notice. Geralt is leaning against the wall, looking remarkably stoic for a man who has been dragged to a music festival entirely against his will.

Jaskier can’t let him know how nervous he is, not when Geralt took on two wyverns singlehandedly only three days ago. The fact that Jaskier, who has been a traveling bard for years, who has faced far scarier things than a crowd of onlookers (usually while cowering behind Geralt, but his point stands) has stage fright is too mortifying to admit. Luckily, Jaskier is excellent at keeping his feelings under wraps after years of traveling with his witcher. He’s sure Geralt has no idea.

“You’re nervous,” Geralt says.

Fuckity fuck.

“Nervous?” Jaskier breaks off in a monologue about how he lost the Student Bardic Competition to Valdo Marx his final year due to trickery and biased judging. “I’m not nervous! Merely excited to claim yet another in my long list of accolades.”

“You stink of anxiety.”

Jaskier just manages to resist the urge to sniff himself. “Why, thank you, Geralt. How kind of you to say. And here I thought you liked this new perfume.”

Geralt just stares at him, unimpressed.

Jaskier sighs. “I seem to have come down with the tiniest case of stage fright.”

“Stage fright?” Geralt arches an eyebrow. “But you perform all the time.”

“Not at places like this.” Jaskier waves his hand in the direction of the stage.

“You just told me in detail about all seven times you performed here before. You said you won five times.”

“And it would have been all seven, if Valdo Marx weren’t a cad and a cheat.” Jaskier puffs up in remembered outrage. “But that was the Student Bardic Festival. Everyone expects the acts there to be a little bit shit. Melitele help them, but my classmates didn’t give me much of a run for their money, save for Valdo and Essi. This is the first time I’ve performed in a professional competition.”

“And that’s why you’re nervous.”

“Yes!” Jaskier throws up his hands in exasperation. “I know this isn’t a wyvern or an angry mob, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of thousands of people!”

Geralt gets an expression on his face like he’s valiantly refraining from pointing out that Jaskier doesn’t normally care about making a fool of himself. “You perform all the time.”

“For drunks in taverns who won’t notice if I make a bunk of the pronunciation of an elven ballad or courtiers who wouldn’t know a wrong note if it hit them in the face. Many of these people are trained musicians themselves who have come from all over the Continent to be here today. I have to be perfect.”

“Then be perfect.”

“Geralt.” Jaskier moans and slaps his hands over his eyes. “Have you ever heard of Elsa Svensen?”

“You know I haven’t.”

“Of course you haven’t! She was a cautionary tale when I was at Oxenfurt, a rising star in the bardic circuit until she tried to sing The Six Swans at the Lan Exeter Bardic Festival.” At the blank look on his witcher’s face, Jaskier elaborates. “It’s a famously difficult ballad in Elder. Very long, lots of tricky notes. She butchered it so badly that she was laughed off stage! Suffice to say, there was an unfortunate mispronunciation and she sang a line about the hero committing unspeakable acts with a donkey in front of the entirety of Lan Exeter, including the king and queen. It ended her career. Rumor has it that she changed her name and is now working as a traveling player.”

Geralt doesn’t look suitably horrified, in Jaskier’s opinion.

“A traveling player, Geralt!” Jaskier practically shrieks, which isn’t good for his voice, but he can’t stop himself. “I can’t act! There isn’t a single troupe of traveling players that would have me. I’ll starve. Gods, I should never have let Essi talk me into this. I’m too young to live in disgrace. Can you go out there and tell them that a horrible tragedy has befallen me and an evil witch has stolen my voice? Ooh, yes, say I’ve ruined her for all other men and this is my punishment. Do you think we can find an actual witch in—”

He doesn’t realize Geralt is approaching him until the witcher presses a brief kiss to his lips.

Jaskier blinks, surprised. Geralt isn’t one for displays of affection where anyone else might see. “What are you—”

Geralt kisses him again. Jaskier can feel the curl of his lips.

“Geralt, this is—”

Another kiss, this one accompanied by Geralt nipping at his lower lip.

“Geralt,” Jaskier says through another kiss. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Trying to shut you up.”

“How dare—”

Geralt kisses him again. “You were working yourself up.”

Jaskier opens his mouth to protest, then realizes he was just plotting to find an actual witch to steal his voice in order to get out of a performance. Perhaps Geralt has a point. “Right.”

“You know Elder too well to accidentally sing about donkeys. And if you do manage to fuck up so badly that you ruin your career, I won’t let you starve.”

Jaskier melts into him. “Geralt, that’s the sweetest—”

“Because you’re right, you’d be a shit traveling player.” Geralt’s lips quirk.

“You—”

Geralt kisses him again, slow and sweet, and Jaskier feels the last bit of tension drain out of him.

“Jaskier the Bard!” a woman’s voice calls from the stage. “Also known as the Dandelion!”

“That’s you.” Geralt pushes him towards the stage. “You’ll do great, Jask.”

Jaskier can’t help but smile at him. “How can I not, after a sweet pep talk like that?”

“Hm. Probably not as great as Valdo Marx did earlier.” A full-on smile spreads over Geralt’s face at Jaskier’s outrage. “But we’ll see.”

And just for that, Jaskier gives the best damn performance of his life. Which is probably what Geralt intended, the terrible man.

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#the witcher #twn #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #ghost's writing #prompt fills

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captain-grammar · 5 months

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2023 really was a banner year for my faves:

Jaskier's bisexuality? Confirmed in season 3 of The Witcher. Booker's bisexuality? Confirmed by The Old Guard creator, Greg Rucka. The Captain (James') homosexuality? Confirmed in season 5 of Ghosts.

Roll on 2024. May the queers keep winning.

#my blorbos #jaskier #the witcher #booker #sebastien le livre #the old guard #the captain #bbc ghosts

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mylarena · 1 year

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fuckign. the dynamic of the person who is popular and universally liked being with the loner who everyones afraid to look at too long, lest they be gutted, is so fuckig good to me. i love it.

#myposting #jasktag #soaptag #julian alfred pankratz #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap

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rauchendesgnu · 2 years

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Ok but consider this modern AU:

Jaskier wakes up one morning at a place he doesn‘t recognize without any recollection of how he came to be there. He‘s a little freaked out but maybe everything‘s fine, his cousin Ferrant is known to sleepwalk, so if he locks the front door and hides the key he should be fine. He goes about his day and then evening, and the next morning he‘s in his bed and his door is locked and everything is fine. It goes fine for a week.

Jaskier comes to his senses in the restrooms of a gas station with a fucking hole in his stomach and his body black and blue. He‘s kind of freaking out and blacks out again. The next time he wakes up, he‘s back in his room and his wounds are bandaged. There‘s seven missed calls on an unfamiliar phone on his night table which is ringing, waking him.

„You should take that call,“ a person sitting in a chair in the corner of a room.

The person on the other end calls him a Geralt, whatever the hell that is. Jaskier stammers something about the wrong number and hangs up. The person in the corner is gone.

He‘s got an awful couple of days, keeps falling asleep at work because he‘s afraid of going to bed at night. Essi and Valdo are worried (it‘s really bad when you know that Valdo is worried) but Jaskier doesn‘t know how to explain what‘s been happening to him without sounding like he‘s nuts..

And then he wakes up standing in a dark alley, covered in blood, dead bodies around him. And there‘s a voice in his head going Move. Now.

So Jaskier discovers that there‘s a ghost living in his head, taking over his body sometimes. He doesn‘t want to give up his body even though Geralt (that‘s the ghost‘s name) insists because what the fuck is this Geralt even doing when Jaskier is forced into a tiny little corner of his own mind?

So they bicker and they fight and Jaskier explains the underground and cars and electricity to Geralt and Geralt comments and complains about everything Jaskier does. Sometimes Geralt will try to get Jaskier to submit his body to him and then Jaskier will not speak with him for a day and Geralt will apologize and they move on. Jaskier tries not to sound like a lunatic when he‘s talking to the voice only he can hear (he almost loses it when Geralt looks at Valdo and calls him a witless, croaking, peacocking bastard).

And then Geralt gets the hang of television and starts watching the news. He calls it checking the notice board whatever that means and then he‘s trying to possess Jaskier‘s body again. And Jaskier fucking lets him when he explains what he‘s been doing (turns out Geralt is not the ghost of a serial killer, he‘s hunting monsters. Actual fucking monsters) under one condition.

„You‘re not going to put me where I‘ve been the other times. I‘m going to observe.“

No way.

„My body, my rules.“

Jaskier, I‘m trying to protect you.

„Take it or leave it, I don‘t care. If you want to hunt that… that bruxa or whatever, then you have to let me watch.“

And they go and Jaskier‘s body gets hurt and Geralt doesn‘t acknowledge Jaskier at all, despite how he patches the wounds up and drives them to the hospital. Jaskier apologizes but Geralt stays quiet.

After a week Jaskier fears that Geralt has left him. He tries not to think too much about how sad that thought makes him. He starts to feel lonely in his own mind.

He‘s watching a rerun of Frozen on TV when Geralt talks to him again.

There‘s someone you need to visit for me.

And that‘s how Jaskier meets Yennefer of Vengerberg who looks not older than 25, is apparently over 500 years old. Huh.

Jaskier keeps mediating between Yen and Geralt who very definitely had something going on that was interrupted by Geralt‘s untimely demise until they reach an understanding.

(Basically, Jaskier softening Geralt‘s barbs when Yen riles him up which results in Geralt becoming even angrier. But Jaskier knows the voice in his head well, so he translates and can come to the reason they‘re actually at Yennefer‘s.)

So, Yennefer is a sorceress and she can work on a way to extract Geralt‘s conscience from Jaskier‘s body. Jaskier pretends he isn‘t hurt by the fact that Geralt doesn‘t enjoy his company but Geralt‘s a grown man-ghost whatever, so he can make decisions on his own. So Jaskier lets Yennefer work on him and when he wakes up he feels strangely empty.

He thanks Yennefer and leaves, suddenly aware of how quiet everything is. He realizes that Geralt kept dark thoughts at bay, that he was a reassurance. Even if Jaskier was shit at throwing a punch, Geralt wasn‘t.

It takes another week before he realizes Yen didn‘t tell him what happens to Geralt when he doesn‘t have a host to possess. I‘m not sad, he tells his friends. He drinks a lot to get over a man he never even knew.

There‘s a knock on his door. It‘s in the middle of the night and Jaskier doesn‘t expect guests so he‘s surprised. He does open the door to find a man standing there, wringing his hands. He‘s got long white hair and yellow eyes. He looks mildly uncomfortable.

Neither speaks.

„I came here with a bus,“ the man says. „I still don‘t get why everyone uses them. What happened to horses?“

And Jaskier understands.

„Geralt,“ he whispers, „You came back.“

And finally, finally they hug and Jaskier buries his face in Geralt‘s shoulder and he listens to Geralt‘s breathing and the murmured words, „Of course I came back, Jask. You‘re my home.“

#geraskier #the witcher #jaskier #geralt #geralt x jaskier #ao3 fanfic #witcher fanfiction #yes I watched moon knight how did you guess #someone write this please #I would do it myself but I am stuck on another bazillion wips that want to be written #ghosts #medium

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bloodsweatandpotato · 6 months

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When the autism kicks in and you have to venn diagram your fandom ships. Color coded. Black is for Ghost and Geralt. Orange is for Jaskier and Soap. Blue is for both/the media in general.

I am beginning to realize the type of fictional characters/relationships I latch on to. But no literally these two are the exact same stories wearing different clothes (fantasy and fps war game).

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #cod #ghoap #ghostsoap #ghost cod #soap cod #the Witcher #geralt x jaskier #geralt x dandelion #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier the witcher #my ramblings

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thefandomlifechoseme · 7 months

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hi, I'm here to ask abt your ghost Jaskier headcanons because you seem real excited about them!

OK SO-

Jaskier dies.

Maybe it's heroic. Maybe it's not. Maybe Geralt and Yen were there. Maybe they weren't. Maybe Ciri still beats herself up about not being fast enough. Maybe she doesn't. Maybe Geralt knew when it happened. Maybe he didn't. Maybe it was traumatic. Maybe it wasn't.

Point is, Jaskier is dead. Jaskier has been dead for centuries.

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Geralt and Yen and Ciri are on the path still, when they stop for the night. There's a fire burning, and they're all exhausted, but Ciri is still cold, and struggling to sleep.

She could swear someone just draped their coat over her. Is holding her close. Is humming a tune long forgotten by the world. There is no-one there, but somebody is stroking her hair regardless. She closes her eyes, pretending they don't sting, that she isn't deluding herself into thinking that he is singing her to sleep, because surely Yen and Geralt would notice if they had been being haunted for the past several hundred years.

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Years later, Yen is striking out on her own for a bit. It's not that she doesn't love her family, but she does need a break from them at times.

She is taking the long route to what was once called Cintra, because if being functionally immortal has taught her one thing, it's that she has the time to get lost in the woods. If she didn't know better, she would say that she was being followed. But there is nothing there, magical or otherwise. Even so, she is being followed. Or, perhaps, haunted. She doesn't deal with hauntings much- it's more of a Witcher's job than a Mage's, but every Mage knows the basics.

For whatever reason, her ghostly companion can't or won't show their face, but are present enough that she feels followed. She abruptly sits where she stands, and addresses the air.

"I don't have the equipment for a proper seance on me, but I am willing to allow you to perform a minor possession on me." The air is still for a long moment, as is her mind, before she gets-

unease-sorrow

a flicker-bright-snatch-of-song he never wrote

apology-fear

not-leaving-not-leaving-please

And then, clearer than the rest-

will-leave

if-you-ask

will-leave

wont-put-you-through-making-me

love-you-miss-you

He leaves her be then, and she is grateful for it as she beats herself up over this, because they should have seen this coming. How had they not see this coming? Of course Jaskier was haunting them- he'd done so often enough in life that it must have been practically second nature in death!

#thank you SO MUCH for asking!!#didnt want to scream it into the void but did want to scream about it #leaving it there because i cant think of a proper ending and also im not convinced id get geralts voice right #the witcher novels #the witcher books #the witcher netflix #netfix witcher #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #cirilla of cintra #jaskier #ghost!jaskier #headcanon #fiction #fanfiction #sort of

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poets-and-bards-beloved · 1 year

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FUCK I wanna throw myself at that funky fucking poet.

#thomas thorne #mat baynton #mathew baynton #ghosts bbc #six idiots #jaskier #the winchesters #joey batey #venti #genshin impact #martha howe douglas #laurence rickard #jim howick #ben willbond #simon farnaby

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fangirlsfavoritebardboy · 3 months

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Officially Finished "Welly Boots"!

Fanfiction Title: Welly Boots

Fandoms: The Witcher (Netflix)/The Witcher III: Wild Hunt

Chapters: 4

Words: 23,918

Rating: T

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Pairings: Jaskier/Priscilla, Geralt/Yennfer

Summary: Jaskier, Ciri, Yennefer, and the Witchers are bored in Kaer Morhen when one of them asks Jaskier to tell them a tale. He spins a story of love and tragedy, featuring a young run-away viscount named Julian and the love of his life Priscilla. The others are none the wiser.

Features Jaskier attending Oxenfurt, befriending Essi, hating Valdo, and courting Priscilla.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45894919

#the witcher #jaskier #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #witcher fanfiction #jaskier x priscilla #jaskier sings welly boots #and there are lots and lots of #the amazing devil #references #ghost priscilla #ghost renfri #welly boots #elsa's song #marbles

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captbexx · 1 year

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Commissions are OPEN!

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I'm happy to hear from you! :D

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islenthatur · 1 year

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The air was thick with tension as they all filed into the briefing room, Calanthe’s eyes hard and unwavering as usual as she waited for us. Vesemir was standing at the window, back to them all but Geralt could see his Chief’s eyes in the glass and it set him on edge.

Eskel pushed past him and dropped into the only free chair, knowing full well Geralt would take his usual spot in the corner.

“Vesemir, if you would.” Calanthe gestured as she began to look at them all.

Vesemir nodded and with a simple flick of his hand Yrden flickered across all windows and doors, followed by Quen. Geralt felt his hackles rise, the last time Vesemir did this on a briefing shit went down and Lambert nearly put a hole in the wall in his rage.

“The mission I am about to brief you in will be different, firstly we are getting a recruit for this only, borrowed from Sigmond for the duration…”

Lambert slammed his fist on the table in fury, snarl ripping from his throat. “The last fucking time we had a new recruit we almost tied, Kitty nearly lost his eye and… and…”

All eyes shot to Geralt who had tensed, his hands grasping the daggers at his chest with a knuckle-white grip. The last time they had a borrowed recruit was over a year ago and the fuckers incompetence caused one of the worst moments of Geralt’s life. Most nights he could still feel the fire at his back, small hands shoving him hard out the window as the building exploded… he could still hear the sickening cracks of bone, the wide terrified eyes of his Buttercup before being engulfing in the crumbling building and fire.

And all he could think of Jaskier watching his face twist in horror as his mask broke and fell away.

It took his brothers and Yen to not murder Marx; it took Ciri crying into his chest to even stay.

That was the last time he allowed anyone close, allowed anyone to see his face at all.

“We lost Buttercup.” Eskel uttered dark after a beat of uncomfortable silence when he realised Geralt would not, could not speak.

“I am aware what happened but this one was trained by Captain Pankratz.” Calanthe stated as she pulled up a file, showing one Essie ‘Little Eye’ Daven. Specialist in infiltration, hacking and language much like Julek was and Geralt knew without a doubt that the woman would be exactly as good as her file reads. He had met her once, long ago when Jaskier and he first met. She was competent, well trained and very much a beloved Sister of Julek.

Swallowing Geralt tilted his head forward. “Why is Little Eye joining us?”

Dark eyes locked onto him but it was Vesemir’s sudden appearance at his side that set the hairs on the back of Geralt’s neck standing up. There was tension around his eyes, mouth turned down in a grim expression.

“This was taken two days ago in one of Nilfgaard’s bunkers in Tir Torchair.” Calanthe stated soft, very much unlike her and it drew Geralt’s eyes away from Vesemir to the image now on the screen.

It was blurry, shot through a drone or satellite but his breath hitched as he saw the familiar man before him. There was no way to mistake Jaskier, he had spent far too long watching him and in the mans presence well before they became lovers. Though the image was grainy, those blue eyes stood out from the dark bruises, piercing and very much alive.

“What the fuck!” Geralt snarled fury the likes he hadn’t felt in an age burning under his skin like Igni.

#Ghost!Geralt #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier dandelion #the witcher fandom #geraskier #fanfiction #geralt/jaskier #jaskier #the witcher fanfiction #Soap!Jaskier

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 1 year

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if you have time i would love to see what you do with prompt number #5 “i can’t believe i married you” with geraskier please!! i feel like geralt would say this when jaskier is being silly and ridiculous but also jaskier would use it when geralt gives him only one good morning kiss instead of two lol. but only if you have time!!!! 💖✨💖✨

Jaskier is still half-asleep as he shuffles to the fridge, his eyes bleary and unfocused after a late night of composing. Hoping for a few slices of last night’s leftover pizza, he opens the fridge, only to let out a little shriek of surprise when he finds a pair of bulbous eyes staring back at him.

“Geralt!” he yelps. “What the fresh fuck is in our fridge?”

His witcher appears in the doorway, already dressed and ready for the day. “A drowner head.”

“Right, good,” Jaskier says. “Let me rephrase. Why the fuck is it in our fridge?”

“It didn’t fit in the freezer.”

“Geralt!”

Geralt’s lips twitch. “Its brains are useful for potions. I’m going to harvest them later.”

“Not in our kitchen, you’re not.”

“Would you prefer the bedroom?”

“Geralt, I swear to Melitele, if you get drowner brains on the duvet—” Seeing the grin on Geralt’s face, Jaskier breaks off, scowling. “I cannot believe I married you.”

“Hm. Jask, we’re not married.”

Ah, right. They’ve been together so long, Jaskier forgets that sometimes. Their friends and family are always complaining that they act like an old married couple anyway. “And if you keep putting drowner heads in the fridge, we won’t be!”

Geralt comes to press a kiss to Jaskier’s forehead. “Go take a shower and I’ll make coffee and deal with the drowner.”

“You’ll make the coffee before you touch drowner brains, right? Avoid cross-contamination?”

“Drowner brains are good for you. Protein.”

Jaskier huffs and turns on his heel to leave the kitchen. “I want a divorce.”

“Again, not married.”

Jaskier starts up the stairs, calling over his shoulder, “Then we should get married just so I can divorce you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay!” Jaskier makes it to the top of the stairs, then pauses, registering what they just said, and turns around. “Geralt?”

From downstairs, there’s the rumble of Geralt’s answering hum. “Hm?”

“Did we just get engaged?”

“I think that’s traditionally what comes before marriage and divorce.”

Jaskier hurries back down the stairs so fast that he nearly trips over his own two feet. He finds Geralt standing right where he left him in front of the fridge. “Do you really want to get married?”

Geralt looks at him like he’s started singing in gnomish. “Sure.”

“Sure?” Jaskier lets out an exasperated laugh. “Geralt, my love, this is one of those things where I’m going to need an unequivocal yes or no from you.”

Geralt leans against the front of the fridge, frowning slightly. “I never thought you wanted to get married.”

“What?” Jaskier is bewildered. “When did I say that?”

“Back when you were dating Vespula.”

“Geralt, I was twenty-two when I dated Vespula! That was nearly a decade ago! Of course I didn’t want to get married.” Jaskier throws his arms around Geralt’s neck. “I never thought you wanted to get married. All that witchers walk alone bullshit.”

Geralt’s lips twitch. “I think that ship has sailed by now, Jask. I think it sailed about five minutes after we met.”

“Well yes, probably,” Jaskier says. “So, Geralt, will you marry me?”

“Seems like a lot of trouble to go through just so you can divorce me over drowner brains.”

“Darling, you should know by now that it’s going to take more than drowner brains to get rid of me. I told you when we first moved in together and I’ll tell you now, you’re stuck with me.”

“Romantic.”

“You know you love it.”

Geralt’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, pressing a kiss to the tip of Jaskier’s nose. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The few times Jaskier has pictured proposing to Geralt, he’s imagined grand gestures: singing a love song in front of a crowded stadium of fans, holding a sign as he jumped out a plane, a moonlight boat ride and a four-string quartet. But standing with Geralt in the kitchen, still in his boxers with a drowner’s head in their fridge, somehow feels more right than any of those fantasies.

They just hold each other for a moment before Jaskier pulls away. “Want to go get breakfast to celebrate?”

Geralt’s eyes are soft with fondness as he watches him. “Did you propose just for an excuse to go get pancakes and mimosas?”

“Like I need an excuse to get pancakes and mimosas.” Jaskier is smiling stupidly. “Let me go get showered. I can be ready in twenty minutes.”

“See you in an hour.”

“Har.” Jaskier turns and hurries up the steps. In the bathroom, he draws back the shower curtain, slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle his shriek at what he finds inside. “Geralt!”

“What?” Geralt calls from downstairs.

“What the fuck is in our shower?”

“Oh,” Geralt says. “That’s the rest of the drowner.”

“Excellent. Just so you know, I’ve changed my mind about that divorce!”

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cherryjuicegf · 2 years

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The voices echoing from the main hall make Jaskier shiver as he wraps his coat tighter around himself.

These, or the ghosts they feed with their vividness, old and new that crawl out of the walls to warm their shadows in the remains of a company. Under his breath, he is humming a melody, a tale of old. Even ghosts must enjoy stories.

And he, who walks among them on the hallways, he enjoys them most.

It's only when he rounds the corner that his singing fades, giving its place to a faint smile. "Yennefer?"

It is Yennefer, indeed. Only that as he meets her eyes, the smile fades at once.

It's nothing like her, none of it. Her shoulders slumped, hands limp at her sides and almost shaking with the cold and she is not even wearing a cloak, her shoulders bare in the cold of the keep. Her eyes have a look in their violet, as though haunted, lost. As though begging of him to reach out.

It's nothing like her.

Careful, he walks up to her with a last attempt to keep his voice light. "What are you doing here?" he asks, gentle and maybe worried because, oh, she's exhausted. "Only ghosts venture in these halls."

The voices echo from the main hall again, loud.

Yennefer almost flinches at the sound. She is staring at him. Maybe she is looking for something, an answer to his question, as though she will find it inside his eyes, or maybe she hasn't heard the question, because she swallows and then laughs.

"What am I doing here?" Her voice is faint as she repeats, helpless. She doesn't know herself. Jaskier makes to reach out, just for a second, but suddenly a silent sob escapes her lips and she shakes her head. "What am I doing here, Jaskier?" Shaking, calm all the same. There are tears in her eyes. Then, a whisper. "I don't want to be a ghost. I want to be someone."

It's only a stab, he thinks as his breath hitches and his throat is suddenly tight. He is used to them. It's just that now he doesn't know if he grieves more for her, or himself.

He huffs, takes her hand and tries to smile because seeing her like that almost brings him to his knees. Not now, not yet. "Sweet Melitele, you are. You are Yennefer of Vengerberg." How sweet her name tastes on his lips. How desperate it clings on his tongue, because only there it will survive. Still, he can only comfort now. "You do not belong with ghosts."

Something flashes in her eyes then, and at once she quiets as though whole, and gathers herself. She tilts her head. "And you do?"

Jaskier wants to laugh. A nod. "I'm afraid I do."

We all do, sooner or later, he doesn't say.

The hallway is narrow, dark. Even ghosts enjoy stories. And maybe he who tells them has been a ghost from the start. After all the ghosts he sings about sound more alive than he is.

After all, someone has to stay behind.

But Yennefer seems to dislike the answer, because suddenly she raises her head, eyes still teary and stubborn traitors, and presses her mouth in a thin line. It hurts more than watching her cry. "I shall leave you, then," she whispers and the corners of her lips quiver slightly.

It doesn't feel right, the pain in her eyes. He knows it too well. He knows that once she turns around, she cannot go to the main hall either, where she still does not belong. He knows.

He can't leave her hanging.

"Yennefer." His hand around her wrist. Gentle, still, because if she wants to leave he is no one to keep her behind. Not here. But she turns and the relief in her eyes makes something burning inside him melt. Hesitantly, he smiles. "Would a ghost's company be enough for you?"

For now. For once.

He doesn't expect her to stay.

Yet she heaves a deep breath and, huffing a small laugh, she throws her arms around him and pulls him in a hug. And somehow, he fits. Somehow it's enough.

He wraps his arms around her back, tight, almost clawing, and does his best to keep some stray tears back, but in vain. He cannot do much. He can only hold her, just for now, and whisper into her hair. "Ghost or not, you will never be alone. I promise." He, who tells stories, cannot do much. He can only promise.

Yennefer buries her face in his shoulder, and lets her body sag. "Stupid bard," she whispers but it is only grateful, and maybe a little bit bitter. Her arms tighten around his back and her shoulders shake lightly as she settles.

Jaskier closes his eyes. "You are someone to me, Yennefer." As though to seal his promise, he presses his lips on her head.

For now, for her, he can be more than a ghost. Until she anchors herself again with the world of the living. Until she walks with the ones she is meant to be.

After everything is over, and he looks from afar, he will keep his promise.

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fake-daily-watcher-tweets · 1 year

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besties maybe im just in a silly goof mood (witcher hyperfixation) but lemme just say something really fast..

that is all thank you for your time

SEASON 2 JASKIER MY BELOVED😭🥺 hahah anyway🤪

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