Whenever Jaskier gets what he calls inspired, it's difficult to halt his composing frenzy. This sometimes results in Jaskier neglecting basic needs like eating and sleeping for days on end, solely focused on filling his notebook. In such instances, Geralt becomes concerned for his bard and attempts to ensure Jaskier takes care of himself.

Getting Jaskier to sleep proves challenging, with instances where Geralt has had to resort to spoon-feeding him. During one winter at Kaer Morhen, Geralt's absence on a trip with Ciri prompts Jaskier to once again succumb to inspiration.

The other witchers are baffled by Jaskier's relentless writing, unable to elicit any response from him. They speculate that Jaskier might be cursed, prompting one of them to seek Geralt and Ciri's assistance while the rest try to break the supposed curse.

Acting Strange part 1

Main pairing: Geralt/Jaskier Characters: Geralt, Jaskier, Eskel, Lambert, Vesemir. Warnings: None so far Geralt was acting strange, not in the normal silent brooding strange that Jaskier had come to be familiar with but a new strange that was, well, very strange. Ever since the two fell into bed together, Geralt has been more… considerate. No, that wasn’t the word. Attentive, maybe? Anyway, the word didn’t matter; what mattered was that Geralt was acting strange, and Jaskier was going to get to the bottom of it. 

It started strangely, with dried and pressed flowers appearing in his bags. Shortly after, the two parted for the winter. The flowers were hidden away in Jaskier’s things, so he’d spend weeks finding them: roses, Lavenders, and Tulips, to name a few. Next was when they joined together during spring, a few weeks after the snow melted. Geralt was well rested after his season away, while Jaskier was jumping with energy after spending his time cooped up teaching. Jaskier would kiss Geralt upon first meeting, and his witcher would kiss him back, but he’d go no further till they were alone. Where Geralt would take his time, taking Jaskier apart. This, while amazing, was strange to Jaskier; they were just friends, now with benefits, right? No real emotion attached. But laying awake a night held tight in Geralt's arms makes Jaskier feel something tight in his heart, a familiar feeling in its own way. Jaskier has fallen in love before and has been loved in return, so why was this so different?

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Geralt started with a plan. It is a very straightforward plan to court a human bard. Geralt did all the research on courting customs, preparing for the perfect winter. Geralt had already proven to be a phenomenal hunter, dropping trophies and likes from his kills, and he’s proven himself a valiant protector from jealous husbands and monsters alike. Next was an invitation to spend the season with him in Kaer Morhen, setting the stage for the trials. Now, he just needed to show Jaskier he could provide a safe home to raise their pups - not that they could have any, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Jaskier would be his, and he would be Jaskiers. Kaer Morhen was a welcomed sight; after the march up The Killer, Jaskier was nearly frozen when they passed the gates. “Geralt, you made it!” Eskel greeted them first, pulling Geralt into a quick hug before sweeping Jaskier off his feet. “And Geralt’s bard.” “I know you know my name, Eskel. You should start using it.” Jaskier laughed, knocking his fist against the bigger witcher’s shoulder. “Of course, bard,” he teased, throwing his arm over Jaskier's shoulder and pulling him close to his warm chest. “Let's get you inside before you freeze.” “But Geralt-” “Go, I’ll settle Roach in,” Geralt tells them; he must unpack secretly.

—--------- Jaskier was two bowls of soup with a blanket draped over his shoulders. Geralt found them there, drinking by the fire in the kitchen. Lambert's smell permeated the place, meaning the younger wolf must have been here first, cooking up a storm. Despite what some people think, Lambert was a surprisingly good cook when he wasn’t experimenting with ingredients like he does with his Alchemy. “What’s on the fire?” Geralt asked, grabbing a bowl and a chunk of bread to eat. “Venison.” Eskel answered, “And some root vegetables,” “Hmm,” Geralt takes a small taste before downing the bowl in a few gulps. “Hungry, I take it,” Lambert teases, walking to the room with a tray of fresh bread. Eskel makes to grab one but is swiftly kicked in the shin. The bread smelled incredible, with hints of brown sugar and cinnamon that had everyone’s mouths watering. “Hands off, you bastard,” Lambert orders, setting the tray on a cooling rack. “They’re not ready yet.” “Sure, little wolf.” Eskel teases, this time prepared for Lambert's retaliation. He uses his sheer size and strength to maneuver Lambert into a headlock, placing a loud kiss against the younger wolf’s head. “Mwah!” “Get off!” Lambert growls, trying to bite and wiggle his way out, but Eskel had a firm hold.

Jaskier chuckled at their antics, a bright smile across his face that had Geralt staring. Suddenly, Geralt’s lap had an angry little wolf in it. Lambert was cussing up a storm as he was dropped in Geralt’s lap. He was about to get up and dive at Eskel if Geralt’s arms hadn’t automatically wrapped around him, giving Eskel time to escape.  “That’s right, you better run!” Lambert yelled back, jumping out of Geralt’s lap and chasing after his brother. Jaskier could tell this was going to be an exciting winter. 

Gift for @rawksrawr since she’s been asking this for quite some time tee~hee

uther doesn't approve of bottom!arthur, but nevermind the relationship with his manservant

[ALSO, thank you guys so much for all the love in the last merlin meme redraw, i really didn't think it would get that much attention!! :00 so thankyaa <3 you're amazing]

i'm so glad my parents don't follow me on tumblr

Orpheus and Eurydice AU

Where Merlin is given the opportunity to lead Arthur out of Avalon.

However, if he turns around and looks at Arthur before they reach the surface he forfeits their destiny and Arthur will never return.

Merlin can. He looks straight ahead. He's suffered worse than this for Arthur's sake and he won't throw it away now for a glance. He knows Arthur, he knows he will follow.

Arthur on the other hand ....

He's fresh off the betrayal of a magic reveal. He died in Merlin's arms with so much left unsaid. He follows, of course he does it's Merlin how can he not.

But he's not used to this Merlin. The Merlin that gets shit done, the Merlin that's been defending him and his kingdom for a decade. The cold, calm, ruthless man Merlin has forced himself to be for Arthur's sake.

He NEEDS Merlin to turn around. To flash him that goofy smile that lets Arthur know that despite everything Merlin is still there. His Merlin. Kind and affectionate and trustworthy. Merlin who would cry over the death of a stranger. Merlin who is always by his side.

He doesn't know the Merlin in front of him and he's scared. And maybe he begs Merlin to turn around. Fueled by grief and fear and isolation.

But Merlin doesn't. He keeps going forward.

I don't know if anyone already came up with this but wouldn't it be funny if it went a little like this in Witcher S3:

Yennefer and the Witchers are teaching Citi how to fight and use her powers but she can't quiet get the hang of it, especially not about the screaming/voice thing. Jaskier relucrantly sticks around at Kaer Morhen for the rest of winter but everyone is pretty much indifferent to him (he's just a prissy bard to most) and vice versa (cause, yes he's still kinda pissed at Geralt).

Then one day during traing:

Jaskier, finally fed up, from the side, in a snippy tone: You know, I could be wrong since I'm just a silly bard... but maybe somebody should teach the princess how to properly controll her voice first.

Everybody: *looking at him in confusion*...

Everybidy: *slowly realising Jaskier might be right and damn, why didn't they think of that themselves and sooner*

Jaskier *casually leaning against a wall, strumming his lute, not looking at anyone*: But oh, if only you knew somebody who could teach such a skill. Shame, really...

I don't know if anyone already came up with this but wouldn't it be funny if it went a little like this in Witcher S3:

Yennefer and the Witchers are teaching Citi how to fight and use her powers but she can't quiet get the hang of it, especially not about the screaming/voice thing. Jaskier relucrantly sticks around at Kaer Morhen for the rest of winter but everyone is pretty much indifferent to him (he's just a prissy bard to most) and vice versa (cause, yes he's still kinda pissed at Geralt).

Then one day during traing:

Jaskier, finally fed up, from the side, in a snippy tone: You know, I could be wrong since I'm just a silly bard... but maybe somebody should teach the princess how to properly controll her voice first.

Everybody: *looking at him in confusion*...

Everybidy: *slowly realising Jaskier might be right and damn, why didn't they think of that themselves and sooner*

Jaskier *casually leaning against a wall, strumming his lute, not looking at anyone*: But oh, if only you knew somebody who could teach such a skill. Shame, really...

I don't know if anyone already came up with this but wouldn't it be funny if it went a little like this in Witcher S3:

Yennefer and the Witchers are teaching Citi how to fight and use her powers but she can't quiet get the hang of it, especially not about the screaming/voice thing. Jaskier relucrantly sticks around at Kaer Morhen for the rest of winter but everyone is pretty much indifferent to him (he's just a prissy bard to most) and vice versa (cause, yes he's still kinda pissed at Geralt).

Then one day during traing:

Jaskier, finally fed up, from the side, in a snippy tone: You know, I could be wrong since I'm just a silly bard... but maybe somebody should teach the princess how to properly controll her voice first.

Everybody: *looking at him in confusion*...

Everybidy: *slowly realising Jaskier might be right and damn, why didn't they think of that themselves and sooner*

Jaskier *casually leaning against a wall, strumming his lute, not looking at anyone*: But oh, if only you knew somebody who could teach such a skill. Shame, really...

my only thoughts regarding twn

bonus:

Grocery shopping

Aithusa should have been Arthur’s dragon, not Morganas

Like imagine Arthur wakes up one morning and Aithusa is just cuddling with him and Arthur’s liek ???

“That’s a dragon”

“Why is there a dragon on my bed”

“How did a dragon get in here”

Etc…

And Aithusa just looks up and him and makes a cute baby dragon growl and Arthur just stairs like

He runs out of the room concerned and scared cause it’s a fucking dragon

But Aithusa just follows him around the castle and when Merlin sees he’s so concerned cause that’s his baby and he doesn’t want Arthur to hurt Aithusa

Then Arthur settles down and realizes that Aithusa is actually kinda cute and sweet and eventually just accepts that he has a dragon that follows him around like a puppy

Obviously Merlin ends up responsible for cleaning up and feeding Aithusa cause why would Arthur do that when he has Merlin

All the knights think it’s hilarious and joke about how Aithusa is Arthur and Merlin’s child

YALL I COULDN’T DOWNLOAD THE LAST FRAME SO I HAD TO REDRAW IT ON MY PHONE HAHAHAHSHHENEKDNDKDK

The pacing’s wack but it’s based off of my beloved Glamour Au post lol

But yeah for context, Merlin casts an illusion on his kid who is a (treasonous) dragon so that she looks like a dog not knowing that people who Know she’s not a dog will see through the glamour… Lancelot’s used to covering for merlin but HE WASN’T READY FOr mERLIN TO ROLL UP WITH HIS ILLEGAL LIZARD GIVE THE MAN A MINUTE (to be fair merlin didn’t know anyone could see through the magic)

Uhhh au where Merlin glamours aithusa in to a big white dog that he just has now. He convinces Arthur to let him keep it bc it’s “stupid luck won’t keep the bandits from clobbering me over the head forever y’know” which accidentally touches on a secret fear of that exact thing happening that Arthur complies easier than expected.

It maaaay be a bit difficult to explain why the dog occasionally coughs up soot but like,, don worry bout it

just came across a fic where aithusia is still a dragon but is disguised? can shapeshift? into a human form (smol child) with merlin as her father and now i’m obsessed with the idea of this dynamic, so consider:

- dragonlords all have dragon forms. merlin has a dragon form

- dragons all have human forms. kilgharrah as a man, bitter and cryptic and scarred from the purge, angry for being chained. aithusia, a young child, bone-white hair flowing long over her shoulders. her arms bend wrongly at the joints and tiny, paper-thin scars cover her body, from her time with the sarrum of amata

- there’s a distinction between the magic of dragons and the magic of dragonlords. the markings of dragons are different. their eyes in human form are all amber-gold, something in their teeth not-quite human. dragonlords are the natural leaders of the dragons, often more powerful in certain magics, especially in human form.

- in books of magical creatures and sorcery, dragons and dragonlords are put side by side, but categorised separately, for the difference in their appearance and abilities in magic. the sketches all show men with a beastly shadow, enormous and scaled and expressions set equally angry.

- the dragons are all kin, so culturally they all have a responsibility over the young. this counts doubly for dragonlords, protectors of the dragons. this makes merlin the natural guardian of aithusia.

- merlin, after rescuing her from the sarrum, returns to camelot with a tiny, fragile girl in his arms, bundled in rough blankets. the only explanation he gives is my daughter before he’s pushing past arthur to take her to gaius, get her injuries seen

- alternatively, merlin approaches arthur asking for time off to go retrieve his daughter, the same way he asked it for his mother. he’s pale and shaken but there’s a steel in his expression that arthur doesn’t know what to do with

- also, merlin sired a child. his manservant.

- there’s about a million different magic reveals in this. too many to list, but the ideas are exploding in my brain. arthur, clocking on to the fact that aithusia is so obviously a magical child. arthur, heartbroken that merlin didn’t trust him. arthur, initially scared of what he sees as a beast. arthur, in awe of the dragon form, realising the power merlin has.

- the angst of merlin trying to hide her magic in camelot when she’s such a powerful child. the angst of him bringing her to camelot and revealing her existence to arthur only to immediately make plans to send her away to someone trusted, maybe hunith, and arthur doesn’t understand what he means by ‘she’s not safe in camelot’ until he does.

- gwen being so gentle with her. arthur being scared to break her. leon picking her up and letting her curl into the crook of his neck as he carries her back from somewhere she’s wandered off to.

- all the knights being doting uncles (most especially gwaine)

- arthur learning of what the sarrum did to her and why, and rethinking his stance on magic. arthur thinking of all the magical children killed too young, first tortured or persecuted. thinks of all the fear and grief they did not deserve to carry.

- merlin educating arthur on magic after the reveal. taking him to lessons with aithusia to teach her control of her magic, the pair of them watching her fly free in her natural form in the woods for a while. her injuries are healing, slowly, with the help of gaius and merlin’s magic.

- mordred, despite merlin’s suspicions, working hard towards earning trust he isn’t sure how he lost, and starting with proving he can be trusted with aithusia. he is, admittedly, really good with her and she loves him, so merlin can’t completely begrudge it. it leads to conversations that change all their fates.

- aithusia’s first language being the tongue of the old religion. the language of spells. she knows not to speak to avoid getting caught (merrlin tried his best to explain) but once, she slipped up around arthur. all of them freezing, even though arthur knows. the guilt he feels at her terror.

- kilgharrah’s anger at camelot manifesting again somehow. an attack of some kind. arthur being confronted with the question of the magic ban repeal and how to balance keeping his people safe from magic and reparations for decades of the oppression of magic users.

the fic that fuelled this is called The Darkest Dawn by spacegirl7 and quite a lot of the above takes elements directly from the fic, so definitely go read and check it out, it’s so good. i have been thinking about it and its premise for days.

WATCH THE HEXER, ya'll are missing out

LINK -> https://archive.org/details/TheWitcherTV

… But there are other creatures of the same species that live in harmony with nature. In mountains, in woods. These I don’t chase… And some I don’t touch at all. For example…

… But there are other creatures of the same species that live in harmony with nature. In mountains, in woods. These I don’t chase… And some I don’t touch at all. For example…