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whumpypepsigal · 9 months
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The Witcher s03e07: “I thought Triss would have healed you,… How are you? Can you walk?”
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can we talk about Geralt breaking Riences hands. Was it because he burned Jaskiers hand probably not but i live in my delusions and think yes.
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aceofwhump · 9 months
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The Witcher 3x07
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witcherthingies · 9 months
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there is absolutely no heterosexual explanation for the entirety of Jaskiers stay in brokilon
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Kiss, Please..
He woke
to the smell of grass
and flowering trees
and sunlight
on his face.
Jask?
Geralt struggled to sit up
but strong hands
held him down.
Was that Jaskier?
Was Jaskier
strong enough
to hold him
down?
He must have been hit
hard.
A soft
relieved
sigh.
Jaskier.
(Geralt knew
his sighs)
Stay down
please.
Whatever you were
fighting—
Alghoul.
Geralt winced
at the pain
in his head.
—knocked you
a good one
and you lost
a lot of blood.
I tried
to get you to swallow some…
Swallow...
but you wouldn’t take anything
while you were unconscious.
Not even water.
You up for it now?
Geralt nodded,
groaned.
He hurt.
Easy now
darling.
Jaskier tipped the potion
into Geralt’s mouth.
It tasted foul
but he could feel
the effects
almost
immediately.
Kiss.
Even low speech
hurt;
his throat
felt like he’d been swallowing
rocks
instead of
potions.
(had he been screaming?)
Kiss?
Jaskier’s voice
was an octive
higher
than usual.
The potion.
Geralt fought
to keep from smiling.
Jaskier searched
the saddlebag
for the Kiss.
Right.
The potion.
Kiss.
Of course.
You Witchers
and your sense of
humour…
The Kiss
was almost
as bad
as the Swallow
but he felt it working,
surging through his veins.
A little stronger
he caught
Jaskier
by the hand.
Widened his eyes
the smallest bit.
(Jaskier would notice)
Now the
other
kiss,
bard.
He felt better
already.
NaPoWriMo day 22.1 - geralt/jaskier, kiss
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Radovid from the show and Radovid from the game are not the same character
they are both based on a paragraph of information from the book that mentions that there is a character named Radovid that will be king in the future - that it
ahhh okay, i do need to add the witcher books to my tbr pile soon. regardless! i am still so obsessed with the angst potential here. either show radovid is on his way to becoming what he is in the game (which, like, i've only played a portion of the witcher 3 so far so my knowledge is limited, but boy howdy it sure seems like things are lining up that way) or, OR, the show is an alternate universe in which radovid has the potential to become what he is in the game, but maybe things could pan out differently. maybe he can make a few better choices this time around. maybe those better choices are inspired by jaskier. who knows!
i'm just burning with the vaguest of possible fic ideas here for the show post-season-3. like, radovid's just watched his brother die and he's struggling to rule a country he never expected to (and never WANTED to) rule in the first place. he misses his brother and he misses jaskier and he's traumatized from the attack on aratuza and he can't focus on any of that because he has shit to do, and then he finds out that his advisor, his brother's advisor, is the one who killed his brother and caused all of this, and now he's not just in mourning and a little heartsick, he's fucking furious, and god! it's so easy to take that out on phillippa and then project it onto sorcerers everywhere! it's so easy to hate sorcerers and elves and the whole stupid war and just kick them all out of the castle and then the country and lock up the doors and wait until this whole thing ends! it's so easy!
but then you have jaskier, who's neck deep in this war between his work as the sandpiper and the fact that the people he loves most in the world are at the center of all of it, and, like, i don't know man! does jaskier catch wind of the king of redania being murdered and his brother being crowned king? does he get a chance to intervene early? does he not find out any of this until he starts hearing about hate crimes against elves and mages in redania? what happens then? i don't know! but i know it will hurt me!
maybe. okay run with me on this one. maybe a few months after everything jaskier hears bits and pieces about what's going on in redania. maybe he gets a few exaggerated stories and can't tell what's real and what isn't: radovid's banned all magic users and nonhumans from the capital, radovid himself is hosting mass burnings at the stake for any mages caught within city limits, they say he gouged his former advisor's eyes out in vengeance for his brother, etc, etc, and jaskier's like. okay back up. this isn't the radovid i know. i need to go talk to him. but he can't send letters when they're on the run, and how could radovid answer anyway without knowing where they are? so jaskier convinces yen or ciri to portal him directly into the castle. and maybe some shenanigans ensue. this is where things get really vague in my head and why i haven't written it yet, but maybe....? maybe something goes wrong with the magic? maybe they end up both portalled somewhere else and have to, like, fight for their lives while also dealing with this massive rift in ideals that's suddenly opened up between them. bonus points for jaskier being a worried mess over not knowing how to get back to ciri the entire time. idk man there's something juicy here i just gotta figure out how to shape it
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roughentumble · 1 year
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wait. mildly inspired by this post. geralt completes a contract for a village, but once it's done they refuse to pay. things get a little heated, but as he's about to wash his hands of the whole thing, the people swarm him. he's impressive, but he's not invulnerable, and there's just too many people. a few fall to his blade, but they get him chained, and foece him up a mountain, which turns out to be a whole entire /volcano/. they say they dont have the money to pay him, but also that his sacrifice will appease their local god, who's been making the volcano rumble beneath their feet. he spits and curses, but they push him in, and he falls down, down... only to wake up on the floor, a man with floppy brown hair and bright blue eyes-- the god of the volcano, evidently-- standing above him, confused and concerned, asking if he's alright.
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ficsforfundota · 2 years
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Day 28 - Tears
Fandom - The Witcher
Relationship - Jaskier and Rience Jaskier/Geralt
Warnings/Tags - Torture, burning, bondage, fire/flames @suck-tember
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion & Rience Characters: Rience (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion Additional Tags: Torture, burnt, Burning, Pain, Tears, Crying, Sucktember, Sucktember 2022, Screaming, Jaskier and Geralt are married, Ciri is Jaskier's and Geralt's, Bondage, Bound, Harm, injured, injured jaskier Series: Part 27 of Sucktember Summary:
Jaskier wakes up bound to a chair only to find he's about to be tortured for information on his family
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darkverrmin · 1 year
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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
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digitalsaiyan · 9 months
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HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?!
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Jaskier goes to Brokilon to see injured Geralt. Says he'll wait for him when they don't let him in. Then IMMEDIATELY opens a song with MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER CEASE.
The writers are HANDING it to us this season you guys.
I am losing my MIND!
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whumpypepsigal · 9 months
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The Witcher s03e08: “The waters weren’t successful. They’re meant for natural beings, not mutants.”
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islenthatur · 1 year
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So we all know the stories where Jaskier collects Witchers like dnd players and dice, how could he not!? And we all know that the ones where Witchers collect Jaskiers friendship too.
But honestly, I just want a fic where the Witchers mounts and lil bleater just collect the noisy-colourful-being-withsnacks...
Animals are smart okay, the horses talk to eachother because how else would they get civilised conversation and of course they'd brag about who carried the heaviest for longest, how many times their stupid people got hurt...
Roach starts off complaining about the noisy-being that followed them one day that just never stopped making noises or trying to pet her. The years pass and the complaints turn into fondess and she comes home more full and cared for than she had in a long time and her witcher does too.
The others, Scorpion, horse, lil bleater all want to meet the human, try to ease their own witchers burdens and just... does.
Jaskier is away from geralt for a competition, and suddenly, he has a very insistent goat bleating at him, pushing him off the road towards Eskel who was injured.
It just goes on from there... Lambert's mount Horse finds him, lips at the pants roach knew held sugar cubes and both Lambert and Jaskier stare at eachother awkwardly while he feeds horse the cubes.
Word travels between the mounts, a hawk that was a familiar to a Griffin flys down and rests on Jaskiers lute while playing, scaring the fuck out of him but shows him to another injured witcher.
Then the mountain happens
Roach loses her horse mind in anger at her Witcher, there would be no more soft songs, no more flowers in her main or apples, her Noisy-foal gone...
The animals revolt, it's a hard season for all witchers and when Geralt gets back after Cintra and Jaskier is with him the animals just go absolutely ballistic in joy and surround him
All the witchers are just watching with the most adorable wtf faces ever.
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aceofwhump · 9 months
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The Witcher 3x07
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wolvesandfoxes25 · 9 months
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Jaskier seeing Geralt injured.. he started crying and everything 😭
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write-ur-wrongs · 5 months
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Stayaway
In an attempt to get out of funk, here is a very short, not edited, written-directly-into-tumblr, song-inspired grealt x reader fic. Inspired by Stayaway by MUNA (the best band in the world, begging y'all to listen to their music you will be forever changed!!).
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"Come on! I know you're home, I followed you!"
The bard was yelling and banging on your door incessantly and you knew you had to answer eventually. The bastard followed you home after all, he knows where you live.
"I'm not home!" you shouted back, delusional.
"Y/N! I may be a fool but I'm not stupid," he replied, and you could hear the familiar smile pulling at his lips, "Now open up! The door and your heart!"
"Jask," you sighed, laughing despite yourself at his poetic antics, "go away!"
"No! I miss you!"
"I'm not home!" you tried again, will wavering.
"Y/N!" he pleaded, and you swore you could hear half that cursed smile pull down into a pout.
You rested your forehead against the door and bit your lip, debating. All the while, your hand betrayed you, reached for the doorknob and turned it open.
Before you knew it, you were face to face with an old friend and while the sight of him filled you with joy, you were also flooded with other, less welcome feelings of remembrance.
"Y/N!" he exclaimed, pushing himself into your home and saving you from dwelling on the heavy memories that tried to creep up over you. "You're home, what are the odds?"
"Hilarious as always, Jaskier," you said, closing the door behind him. "What brings you to my little hamlet?"
"Fate, chance, what have you," he said, his cheery demeanor working overtime to cover for his abject curiosity, "The sea called and I had to answer. You know how it is."
"I do, do I?"
"Don't you? I mean you just disappeared... I assumed something called and you, you know, answered?" His tone stayed light, the practiced levity of someone who's spent years buttering people up for information all while staying neutral.
"I guess..." you bit your cheek, busying yourself by playing hostess, and pouring you both a glass of wine, "things changed and I thought, 'hell, why not change too?'"
"Fair enough... oh thank you."
"Of course," you said, taking a sip of wine yourself before guiding you both towards your couch, "but seriously Jaskier, why are you here?"
"Seriously? I was just passing through on my way to Oxenfurt when I saw a familiar face. A face I thought I'd never see again..."
You looked up from your glass then, but immediately regretted it when you met the bard's earnest gaze.
"Yennefer thought she saw you in Novigrad a while back but then... nothing. We thought you were gone for good."
"Jaskier, come on," you pleaded, praying he wouldn't elaborate on who 'we' entailed, while another, less disciplined part of you hoped for the opposite. Maybe if you knew he missed you, maybe if you knew he was looking for you... maybe you could let yourself be found.
No!
"Don't shake your head at me, Y/N. You disappear from the city, you quit your job, no one has seen you at the pub, the library - anywhere!"
"I- I know... but Jask," you stammered, trying to start three sentences at once and fumbling them all.
"I mean, you loved your job, didn't you? And what about us?" he asked, voice cracking slightly. "Gods, was the breakup that bad?"
"The thing is, Jask," you sputtered between large sips of wine, "It wasn't. It was easy, actually. He did what he always does when we fight; scowl, shut down, turn away, and then take it out on our friends. The break was clean."
"If it was so clean, then why did you leave?"
"It's the rest of it! The, the staying away that was, is impossible. If I had stayed and kept going it out with you guys, we'd drink and dance and I'd wonder where he is. Or one moment I'd be at the library studying and the next, Yen be asking me about the breakup and trying to 'cheer' me up by bringing up the good times and next thing you know? I'm answering the door for him when he rolls back into town injured and brooding. I couldn't stand it! I- I couldn't risk it."
"That's -"
"Pathetic? I know."
"No! No, but if there were so many good times, so many reasons to go back then why not-"
"Damn it, Jaskier! This is why I had to leave." You said, gesturing between the two of you before dropping your hand on your lap with a smack. "If I let him back in, then he's not the man who broke my heart anymore. Not the one who told me I was overemotional for being worried when he'd disappear for months. Suddenly everything is fine... until it's not and I'm hurt and alone again."
You felt tears begin to prick the back of your eyes and shoved the heel of your palms into them to force them down.
"Hey... Y/N," Jaskier said, gently pulling your hands away from your eyes and taking them in his. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."
"It's okay," you said, giving your friends hands a squeeze and looking up to the ceiling, letting your tears fall for a moment, "I'm okay."
"Y/N..."
"Oh alright, but I'll be okay," you amended, laughing at yourself lightly and wiping the tears away. "Jaskier, don't look so sad. I just need time, space, distance... I will be fine."
Your words had little effect on your friend though, who seemed to grow more anxious and sad with every passing moment. You quirked your brow at him and shoved his shoulder playfully, trying to break the mood.
"Jaskier, will you relax?" you asked, desperate to get him to smile now. You really had missed Jaskier and now that he was here, you realized how much you wanted him to stick around.
"Y/N, I'm really sorry." He whispered, refusing to meet your gaze.
You were about to try another lighthearted quip when you heard a knock at your door. Not someone knocking, just a knock. One quick but deliberate rap.
"Who...?" you heard yourself asking, even though you only ever knew one person who knocked on doors like that.
"Y/N, I'm so so sorry," Jaskier kept repeating. "I really didn't know. I never would have told him if I'd known."
Your mouth was bone dry but you couldn't get your hand to reach for your glass of wine. You just kept staring at Jaskier, watching him babble.
"I'll go tell him to leave, Y/N, I'm so sorry," you heard him say, his voice barely registering over the ringing in your ears.
You felt him get up off the couch, your blurred vision registering the now empty spot on the couch only after you heard your door be pulled open.
Every fiber of your being was on fire. You were frozen. You wanted to throw yourself on the floor. You wanted to run to him.
"Y/N..." you heard him say. Fuck he sounded sad. You wanted to hold him, tell him it'll be okay. You wanted to slam the door in his face. You forgive him. You'll never forgive yourself.
Against your better judgement, you felt yourself to turn look towards the front door and your breath caught when you saw him.
Gods above, you thought, he should have stayed away.
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thedemonofcat · 1 year
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In Jaskier's childhood, whenever he was injured or ill, his parents would tell him that he was exaggerating his symptoms in order to make the situation worse. Throughout his life, Jaskier had learned how to hide his injuries and sicknesses except those that were really serious, such as the time he was bed-ridden with a high fever for weeks on end. In the same vein, Geralt did not pay attention to Jaskier's pain unless he was literally dying. Jaskier kept silent after Rience burned his hand.
Considering everything going on in Kear Morhen, Jaskier has no right to complain. Then Jaskier's hand get infected and he falls very sick. When Jaskier lies in bed with a dangerously high fever, he can hear Yennefer and a few other Witchers nearby. Wondering why he did not speak up. Geralt desperately reassures Jaskier that everything will be okay
Geralt asks why Jaskier didn't say anything about what Rience had done to him a few days after Jaskier fever broke. Jaskier tries to play it off as if it was nothing but a little burn that wasn't so bad. However, Geralt yells about Jaskier almost dying. After a moment or two, Jaskier started to cry a little bit thinking Geralt is mad at him. As Jaskier cries, he is upset that they are worrying about him and his burns when they have other things to worry about.
In that moment Geralt realizes that Jaskier truly believes that his suffering is something that should either be ignored or punished for it.
When Geralt thinks about how he contributed to Jaskier's state of mind, his heart sinks.
Geralt tells Jaskier how brave he was for not succumbing to Rience's torture and how thankful he is for Jaskier's help in protecting Ciri. Geralt reassures Jaskier that it is safe for him to ask for help when someone has hurt him and that simply sneezing will never lead to him being beaten up again. 
Eventually, Geralt will tell Jaskier that being scared is okay, because he is not alone. As Jaskier sits there in the midst of Geralt's arms, he just tears up telling Geralt everything that has happened to him since they parted on the mountain. From being the sandpiper to Rience. As for Geralt, he is just holding Jaskier.
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