6 Works in Stupid Geralt/Sweet baby Jaskier
12 Dec 2020
“For you!” Julian cried, shoving a fistful of weeds in Renfri’s direction, his smile wide and carefree.
Renfri carefully took them in her hands that were only shaking a little bit now, smearing red onto green stems and yellow petals.
Julian clambered into the bed beside her and crawled halfway onto her lap. “I got you flowers, ‘cause you’re so pretty like them!”
“These aren’t flowers, they’re weeds.” Renfri told him, rolling her eyes but allowing the contact with ease. Somedays it seemed like Julian was the only person in the entire castle who wasn’t afraid of her.
“They look like flowers.” He said, crinkling his nose.
“They’re dandelions,” Renfri informed her brother with a tiny smile, “They grow everywhere, even places they perhaps shouldn’t. That’s why they’re a weed.”
“Perhaps they’re a little like you,” She teased, “Growing in even the scariest of places with no fear.” Like a monster’s heart, she doesn’t say.
“Like a superpower!” Julian gasped.
Renfri separated one dandelion from the little clutch and reached out to tuck it behind a little ear. “For the stubborn hero, Jaskier.”
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
30 Jul 2020
My first attempt at a one-shot.
What happens if neither Jaskier nor Geralt ever realized, during the time they were together, that they might have feelings for each other a bit beyond normal friendship? And what if, after their unfortunate parting on that mountain, both of them slowly start to realize how empty their lives have become?
What if Geralt runs into Jaskier in a tavern one day, only to find his bard being fondled by another man?
Okay, this fic, although inspired by my ideas of emotional hurt / comfort, eventually progressed to sex and lovemaking. To be honest, I am not sure how I feel describing that part in detail - I don't think I want to write such an elaborate thing again because it is a bit tiring, frankly speaking LOL. But such as it is, I hope you all enjoy this fic.
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15 Feb 2020
When he looks up Geralt has turned around, arms outstretched with a jar cradled in his large palms.
“I’ll take good care of it Jaskier.”
In the jar rests a beating heart; Jaskier’s beating heart. He opens his mouth to scream, but his voice is cheerful when he replies, “Of course you will Geralt.”
11 Feb 2020
Five different flowers have passed through Jaskier's lips by the time they’re marching up a mountain to kill a dragon.
There is no potion to dull the sharp prick of heartbreak when he sees how Geralt watches Yennefer: Desperate and filled with a jagged longing that echoes in Jaskier’s bones.
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Hanahaki Disease anyone?
Jaskier could really have gone this year without developing a sudden, obsessive infatuation with his best friends brother. A Slytherin, at that! There’s just something about Geralt though, and Jaskier can’t quite put his finger on it.
Ciri seems to think the whole thing is delightful.
The hogwarts AU nobody asked for
25 Jan 2020
“Jaskier,” Geralt squeezes his hand tight between his own and Jaskier’s focus is pulled back by the commanding tone, “answer the question.”
“Geralt,” Yennefer admonishes, “he might not even remember who you are.”
Jaskier wants to laugh because of course he knows who Geralt is, but the look of despair on Geralt’s face is too much and the words tumble recklessly from his mouth.
“Of course I know who he is! He’s the White Wolf – Geralt the mighty Witcher, savior of dangerous witches and bards who overstay their welcome.”