#Ghost!Geralt

[islenthatur]

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.

[starsm00n]

Is he a scary man covered in blood? Or is he my baby girl? Spot the difference

[shibuya-111]

[celestial-sphere-press]

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!

[bluegiragi]

Have you ever stopped to think about fresh shaved baby König when he first joins the military? Buzz baby 🥹🥹

i know this isn't what you asked for anon, but I've had this mental image in my head of what if Ghost and Konig swapped hair lengths for the longest time and this was the perfect excuse!!

(...somehow this feels wrong)

[edgyeli]

Nothing is funnier about people getting upset over gay headcanons because most of the time they're either

Women who think if someone imagines their favourite character as gay they cannot do their cringe self insert oc fantasies with them

Or men who wanna be a fictional badass so badly but also are so insecure about their sexuality than being associated with the gay is disgusting to them

[sandersgrey]

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!!

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

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.

***

Tag list: @kueble @mollymawkwrites @feral-jaskier @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @dawnofbards @thisislisa @tsukiwolf42 @mosaicscale @rockysstupidity @fontegagrilledcheese @kuripon @help-i-need-a-cool-username @julek @flowercrown-bard @eveljerome

Kiss prompts

[capspotatoes]

I have no idea what it says about me, but I am an absolute sucker for dad+daughter relationships in shows and movies etc, even more if they’re non bio

[callsign-bunnie]

[outoftheseine]

mini misc. rec list part 2!

big guy • simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

↳ by @kivino (fluff, miscommunication, jealous!simon)

birds and stones • geralt of rivia x fem!reader

↳ by @kiritella (angst, hypothermia, comfort)

i hope you are happy • joel miller x reader

↳ by @blissfulbarbie (no outbreak, angst, hurt no comfort)

babies and bahrain • charles leclerc x reader

↳ by @illicitlimerence-writes (mentions of death, fluff)

firsts • new-boyfriend!harry styles x reader

↳ by @finelinevogue (the fluffiest fluff)

noise complaint • jim hopper x reader

↳ by @huntingingoodwill (age gap, fluff)

i trust you • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @mrsbarnesblog (angst, fluff, injuries, low self esteem i relate)

a healing touch • loki laufeyson x healer!fem!reader

↳ by @crowsoundsonly (injuries, hurt/comfort)

simultaneously • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @ssahotchnerr (fluff)

promises left behind | part 2 • young!sirius black x gryffindor!fem!reader

↳ by @moim0i (angst, mentions of abuse, arranged marriage)

my girl • james potter x fem!reader

↳ by @alwaysmoncheri (very cheesy fluff)

romance analysis unit • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @vintagecarat (violence, fluff)

how you get the girl • jake seresin x reader

↳ by @seresinsweetie (angsty with a happy ending, smut)

movie night • billy hargrove x harrington!reader

↳ by @hellfire--cult (angst but fluffy ending, steve is mean)

get the fuck off her • rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

↳ by @runningfrom2am (attempted sa, angst, comfort)

main masterlist

[krscblw]

i found a few sketch pages i did back in january, so here's one of them

lyrics: the chariot - aether realm // bodysnatchers 4 ever - leathermouth // jigolo har megiddo - ghost // the patron saint of liars and fakes - fall out boy // con clavi con dio - ghost // the master butcher's apron - carcass // butcher's hook - slipknot

[mugenmcfugen]

and some traditional assorted fanarts too!

[thedemonofcat]

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.

[cowboymenace]

Cosplayaz PT 2

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

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!”

***

Tag list: @kueble @mollymawkwrites @feral-jaskier @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @dawnofbards @thisislisa @tsukiwolf42 @mosaicscale @rockysstupidity @fontegagrilledcheese @kuripon @help-i-need-a-cool-username @julek @flowercrown-bard @eveljerome