#Spring Jaskier

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt #3

Geralt is the spirit of winter. He brings death and sickness wherever he goes. He understands when the people in towns shun him and cower in fear rather than greeting such a powerful being. He's just kind of... Grown used to the hatred. The fear. Humans don't like him. He is nothing but death. A killer. It's near the end of his time, this year. The seasons will change and he can stop tormenting the poor humans. He doesn't like his job, but it's the only job he can do. The world needs winter. Just like how the world needs spring. But spring just... Isn't coming. Where is the spring spirit? Thus the spirit of winter goes on a journey atop his trusted mare to find the lost spirit of spring, only to come across him captured by idiotic humans and on the edge of life. Winter defeats the villains and brings the spirit of spring back to his own home to watch over him as he heals. When the spirit of spring, Jaskier, comes to, Geralt finds it hard to dislike him. No wonder the humans love spring so much. It's bringer sings nearly all words and soothes with every move he makes. Geralt is sure the spirit of spring could never even grow to like him, let alone love him. This becomes a problem, because Geralt is growing head over heels with Spring's Spirit as he hosts his convalescence.

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Jaskier has always looked up to the spirit of winter, and has just been afraid to introduce himself (perhaps even already having made songs about him)

• Maybe instead of just normal humans, perhaps Jaskier was kidnapped by mages

• Perhaps we could also meet the spirits of autumn and summer. Eskel and Lambert? Yen and Ciri? Triss?

• Geralt is afraid to touch Jaskier in fear of making his flowers and goodness and warmth die (Jaskier wants nothing more than for Geralt to touch him)

[0dde11eth]

@endiness created this delightful photo set

It's the perfect embodiment of jaskier walking out of kaer morhens hot springs, he just had mind blowing sex with eskel and is CELEBRATING

[thecrownprincessbride]

NEW CHAPTER

“What’s wrong?” Geralt finally asks, settling his hand on Jaskier’s cheek and wiping the wayward tears away. “Everything hurts,” the bard admits because he’s weak, weak, weak, and Geralt is asking. “The cold...it...” “I know,” Geralt replies, his thumb brushing over his cheekbone, and almost without thinking, Jaskier moves into the caress, pressing closer, soaking up the comfort like the desperate, pathetic man that he is. The moment he realises what he did, he curls a little tighter around himself yet unable to draw back completely and lose Geralt’s warmth and touch. Why is the Witcher’s touch so soothing, and why is all other touch so scary? Why is he so fucking broken? “The hot springs will help,” the Witcher hums, blissfully unaware of Jaskier’s struggle. The bard sniffles. That actually sounds like a wonderful plan, except...he doesn’t think he can walk right now, not alone anyway. “Please,” he begs. He feels like a child, so small, so fragile, so horrifyingly weak, and he hates it. But he just knows he can’t do this on his own. He needs Geralt, and he’s not above begging at this point. “Please, make it better. It- it hurts so much. Fuck, please, I can’t...please...” “Sh,” Geralt shushes him instantly, his hand never leaving Jaskier’s cheek, the other snaking around his waist to lift him into a sitting position. Jaskier’s head instantly dives into a spin, and he can’t do anything but fall limply against Geralt, pressing his eyes shut. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

Chapter 43: What happened to your foot?

BEFORE THE FALL by TheCrownprincessBride

-A Djinn!Jaskier AU

[thedemonofcat]

Shapeshifter Jaskier seeing one of his colleagues start to grey and being like, "Right, aging."

He then spends the winter subtly incorporating signs of aging into his appearance. He looks rather dashing if he says so himself.

But, when he and Geralt meet up in Spring, the witcher becomes *devastated* at the sight of his "aging" bard.

Geralt brushed Jaskier’s hair back with a careful touch. “You’ve got another grey,” he murmured, his voice laced with something close to regret.

“I know. Soon, I’ll match you,” Jaskier said lightly. “I’d call myself the White Bard, but it doesn’t have quite the same ring as the White Wolf.”

Geralt huffed. “Dove,” he said after a pause. “That’s what we’ll call you when your hair turns completely white.”

Jaskier’s smile was soft. “I like it.”

Geralt didn’t say what was truly on his mind—that he didn’t like Jaskier’s hair greying, didn’t like this reminder that time would eventually take him away.

Jaskier exhaled, as if reading his silence. “I don’t like it either,” he admitted. “But if I want to keep up the illusion of being human, I have to age.” He tilted his head, eyes twinkling. “Give me another fifty years, and I can always return to being young again.”

Geralt just stared, his thoughts scattering like dry leaves in the wind.

[inexplicifics]

Greetings from Denver for the fan map!

I can’t remember if I sent this in or not: for a ficlet, can we see the scene of Milena and Jaskier having the conversation that leads them to introduce Marika and Griffin as potential spouses?

Also, bless you for all your works 🙇🏻‍♂️ I love AWAU sooooooo much

"...so in summary, the poor man needs a wife who knows how to do politics." Jaskier shrugs. "Any suggestions?"

Yennefer, Triss, Milena, and Mouse glance at each other. "Well," Mouse says slowly, "one of the princesses of Kaedwen would be a good choice politically, but the elder is married and the younger is betrothed."

"Grzegorz of Caingorn has a son," Triss says regretfully. "Really there's an unfortunate shortage of princesses in this generation."

"Ducal daughters?" Jaskier suggests.

"Not Lady Marta," Mouse says, wincing.

"Oh gods no," Milena agrees. "She'd run roughshod over him."

"Also she's been disowned, disgraced, and put under house arrest," Yennefer points out dryly. "Still, a ducal daughter is a good idea."

"Honestly, Marika would probably be quite good at it," Milena says. "Though last I heard she is already betrothed, and in Redania besides."

"Phooey," Jaskier says. "Any other candidates?"

Mouse hums and rattles off the names of several Kaedweni dukes' daughters, and Triss jots them down along with Mouse's notes about their temperaments. Jaskier has never met any of them, nor has Mouse except very briefly, which is unfortunate. Really he'd prefer for their proposed bride to be someone at least one of them knows.

Two days later, Milena comes down to the hot springs with a strange expression on her face. "You're never going to believe this," she says to the rest of the little crowd as she settles into the water, "but I've just gotten a letter from my sister, and it appears we might be able to strike two birds with the very same stone..."

[sacred-algae]

MCD HEADCANON WARNING:

Sometimes... Sometimes I make myself sad thinking about Geralt dying and Jaskier selfishly keeping his medallion even though witcher funerary rites demand that a witcher’s medallion be returned to their family because he can’t handle the truth and the medallion is the only thing of Geralt he has left and you can’t make him give that up—

Jaskier never taking it off.

Jaskier wearing it under his clothes so it can touch his skin.

Jaskier holding the pendant in his hand as he falls asleep.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Geralt’s supposed to outlive Jaskier. Geralt’s supposed to be fine. And it wasn’t even a battle that took him out like it should have been, it was a bloody infection. And Jaskier barely made it to Brokilon forest where he’s held by the dryads to say goodbye—he walked for days on end with nothing but his clothes and his lute—and Geralt never even knew.

Geralt died before Jaskier could tell him. At least he could say goodbye to his sleeping body. At least he could see him take his last breaths.

Yennefer says Geralt knew, thinking it would help Jaskier—but that just makes it worse.

Jaskier doesn’t sing for months.

And Vesemir only knows something is wrong when Geralt doesn’t return home for the winter, and come spring, he goes to find Jaskier, knowing the bard he’s never met but heard so much about would probably know where to find Geralt.

Jaskier was supposed to be beautiful, according to Geralt. This man was a shell. And Geralt’s nowhere to be seen. And then… it hits him. And all he does is hold out his hand expectantly.

And Jaskier silently moves away, hand over his chest. His voice shakes. “No. No, you can have it when I die.”

And Vesemir can live with that. Because Geralt loved Jaskier. And Vesemir tells him as much. And from Yennefer it’s a lie to him. But from Vesemir? From Geralt’s father?

Jaskier just folds under the grief and disappointment, sinking to his knees, and starts sobbing because he could have had him. And Vesemir just stares. And for the first time in centuries, he feels the urge to cry too.

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

Breakfast at Kaer Morhen:

Jaskier: so… I’m going to need your help today.

Eskel: who’s help?

Jaskier: all of you

Ves: ok… with what?

Jaskier: painting!

Everyone: *groans*

Geralt: do we have to?

Jaskier: yes! I’ve got all the outlines done. All you have to do is paint.

Everyone: *grumbles*

Everyone shows up to where Jaskier has set up the canvases.

Jaskier: *hands them all safety goggles and paintball guns*

Suddenly, everyone is very into it.

Lambert: YOU DIDN’T TELL ME I’D BE SHOOTING THINGS!

Aiden: *bouncing*

Jaskier: what would be the fun it telling you? Now, there are 3 canvases. Split up into teams of 2 and get to work, please! Best work will get a prize.

Everyone: FUCK YEAH!!!

(They do love a competition)

Lambert: come on, cat! We have the best aim in the keep! We’re gonna KILL it!

(Lambert gets covered in paint and bruises because everyone uses extra paint balls to shoot at him for that comment. He’s loving it and having the time of his life.)

Results look something like this:

(Work from Ink Master, Season 12, Ep. 14: Unfriendly Fire)

Later Jaskier asks Lambert to help him again. He’s designed a canvas that needs paint bombs. He needs Lambert to design and detonate the bombs for him.

Lambert suddenly REALLY likes painting.

One bomb mysteriously appears in Valdo Marx’s dressing room the following spring.

@0dde11eth @everything-but-the-not-natural

[artistsfuneral]

Jaskier spends the winter in KM, holed up with his Witchers, safe and happy. When they return come spring they learn that a tragic sickness has spread through the royal court and leaving Jaskier next in line to the throne.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

Geralt seeing a field with tiny fa ponies, falls in love with them and has to buy a few.

Later, Jaskier is walking to town in the spring when he hears a rumbling sound, looks up, and it's Horse Girl Geralt pulling up beside him, driving a team of tiny fat ponies!

[dirtycombatboots]

I have a very specific craving for smut fanfiction that, as far as I found, ao3 doesn't have anything even remotely close. So I'm gonna trow this idea out here and hope that someone will like it enough to make it real

Geraskier, but only from artistic point of view. Jaskier can spend hours fantasizing about Geralt, but he will never act upon it. Why? Because Geralt is his muse. Something otherworldly, better, poetic and untouchable. Getting actually physical with Geralt will completely ruin this feeling, its just unthinkable (for reference - the way Alexander Blok saw his wife, but without failed marriage and all negative things that happened between them).

Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen. He finds out that all three wolves are involved with each other. Hell no, he doesn't want to participate. He wants to sit in the corner and observe silently, taking notes for future reference. Because he will write erotic poems based on Geralt/Eskel/Lambert. Jaskier is in luck, because witchers aren't exactly shy in their own home. They have only one rule - no fucking where Vesemir can see it. Jaskier seeing it? Who cares, keep going. Jaskier really likes being treated as invisible when wolves do that. Again, it's artistic admiration, being involved in any way (even by just acknowledging his presence) will ruin the feeling

Bonus details that aren't necessary but would be appreciated:

• Geralt is an absolute vanilla service boy because he is tired of brutal real world and wants to do something gentle and use his hands for pleasure instead of killing.

• Eskel loosing control of his magic during orgasm. Every. Single. Time. Therefore he lets Geralt and Lambert do whatever they think is necessary to prevent accidental damage

• Lambert being a total control freak about logistics of everything. He knows when something needs cleaning, he makes lube, he always knows who needs what and who can't do what at the moment. Basically a manager of the whole thing, and others know that he is right so they listen

• Vesemir extremely displeased with Jaskier because he thinks that bard's perspective is fucking wierd. He is trying to find a way to make Jaskier stop observing. There is definitely some level of distrust (papa Vesemir is just protective of his idiots)

• A scene where Lambert uses safe word because Eskel won't do it for some reason (even though he really should) and Geralt is too focused on what he is doing to notice. Meaning, someone have to stop this. Resulting in fluff and physical displays of affection

• VERY IMPORTANT BONUS SCENE

In the spring Yennefer giving Jaskier a review on his erotic poetry about witchers. She is the first to read it. In fact, as soon as sending a letter was possible, Jaskier sent her a copy.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Geralt is cursed to have his internal monologue visible on his face.

Of course, Jaskier finds him and questions the bag over his head.

*Bag falls off* Geralt: "shIT-" *quickly puts it back on* Jaskier: "What did that say??? 'I love...'?" Geralt: "ROACH. I love ROACH. AND ONLY ROACH. NOBODY ELSE. THERE'S NOBODY I WANNA THROW OVER A TABLE AT AN INN AND FUCK UNTIL HE CRIES. NOBODY I WANNA MARRY IN THE SPRING. NOBODY." Jaskier: "..........Geralt, darling, are you feeling alright?????"

[ladyannemarie5]

Jaskier graduated summa cumme laude from the most prestigious university on the continent. He acts like a superficial and disinterested bard all the time, but from time to time he acts like what he is, a master of the 7 liberal arts: Grammar, Rhetoric, Logic, Geometry, Arithmetic, Music and Astronomy.

Geralt doesn't notice this until Radovid shows up.

Every now and then Jaskier would blurt out a nonsensical comment that usually isn't meant for anyone, other than Geralt with his great ear, to hear.

The prince, hears everything that comes out of the bard's mouth and it is surprising when he laughs at whatever Jaskier said to the bard's amazement. Most amazingly, Radovid responds with another nonsensical comment that makes Jaskier laugh.

Geralt looks at them with a frown. Jaskier stops his laughter and eagerly asks the prince if he has read the philosopher he was apparently quoting. Radovid launches into a story of how his private tutor forced him to read the philosopher and he subsequently became enchanted with the man's writings and read his work for his own pleasure.

The more they travel, the more that happens. It turns out that the apparent nonsense Jaskier occasionally spouted is actually quotes, references and facts from philosophers, poets, astronomers, mathematicians, etc., that he was taught in college or read himself. Radovid responds to each of them with charm and delight, because apparently, Radovid has read them all as part of his royal education.

Geralt is not jealous. He isn't. No matter what Ciri and Yennefer say. He just doesn't like being out of the joke, doesn't like both of them acting like others aren't there and having to listen to their academic conversations when no one but them seems to care.

He just doesn't like that Jaskier smiles like never every time Radovid quotes an old poet of yesteryear that no one but them has read, as if it's an inside joke, because there should be no secrets in their group. He also doesn't like it when Jaskier laughs so loud because that can attract monsters. He hates that Jaskier sits next to Radovid every night talking about boring books because they are mere humans and if something attacks them, then both will be in danger and Geralt will only be able to save one (cof cof Jaskier), it's simple strategy. And absolutely not jealous because the bard now asks the prince for his advice when he writes songs, it's just that was something that used to de-stress Geralt and now he can't sleep well anymore. It's simple comfort.

But it all finally goes to shit when Jaskier turns down Geralt's invitation to spend the winter in Kaer Morhen because stupid Radovid invited him to his castle on the coast where he apparently has the best collection of maritime astronomy on the continent.

Geralt spends all that winter stuck in the library of Kaer Morhen reading anything that might interest Jaskier other than bestiaries. He tries very hard not to think about his bard and the prince huddled in front of the fire looking up at the stars until late at night drinking wine, getting closer and closer and closer until…

No. He won't allow it. When he sees Jaskier in the spring, he'll be sure to casually mention everything he read in winter, he'll make a fool of the prince when Geralt shows his bard the ancient books he brought him from the Wolf school library (not that Vesemir needs to know what came out of his precious library).

He'll graduate summa cumme laude from freaking Oxenfurt if it means getting his bard's attention again.

[0dde11eth]

One time jaskier had the bright idea to cut a hole into his mattress so he could have something to Hump (like a flesh light)

He hit the spring on the first thrust

It was bad

[shy-urban-hobbit]

hc + exam season 🤕

(i meant to say, for any character you want and modern au if needed! forget the other ask woops)

This one turned into a bit of a drabble....

The Wolves of Kaer Morhen are notorious for becoming fixated on training and research in the run up to spring. Lambert sits for hours in his lab going over his potion and bomb recipes again and again to ensure they're flawless, Eskel can be found practicing his signs and flicking through the bestiaries from dawn until dusk, Geralt will run sword drills until his legs give out - one last push to prove to Vesemir that they've not been sat idle during the winter. That they're ready (and worthy) to head back out onto The Path, to the detriment of anything else.

Luckily, the none Wolves have a little trick to get them to participate in self care.

Jaskier will make a show of yawning and announce that he wants a nap and Geralt knows how much he hates sleeping alone! He spends the next few hours trapped under the weight of Geralt's arm, alternating between lightly dozing and staring at the ceiling whilst his wolf falls into a deep sleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Ciri will bat her eyes at her uncle Eskel and remind him that he promised they'd go riding today! Eskel has no clear memory of this interaction but then, he's struggling to remember what day of the week it is right now and they're always preaching to the girl on the importance of keeping your promises. Plus, he has been meaning to show her that clearing he liked to visit as a boy now that the snow is no longer up to her waist. Maybe just for a couple of hours...

Aiden's a little dubious of this method to start with until he reminds himself that Lambert hasn't eaten for a whole day; Aiden's past attempts at feeding him sitting cold and untouched exactly where he'd left them. He hangs around the edges of Lambert's lab, waiting for a good opening to announce as nonchalantly as possible that he's hungry (he'll forgo Jaskier's suggestion that it works best if you whine a little...this time). The result is almost instant, Lambert's up and dragging Aiden by the hand to the kitchens. Aiden's not really wanting another full bowl of stew - he's a little peckish at most after having only eaten an hour ago - but decides he'll gladly choke it down if it encourages his wolf to plate himself a second helping.

[thedemonofcat]

Could you make a angst story about bandits carving something like Witcher Whore/Bitch into Jaskier and him feeling bad about it? Not showing Geralt, until after the mountain they are in the hot springs in Kaer Morher and Lambert being an idiot takes Jaskier's shirt off.

Geralt had finally tracked down where Jaskier had run off to. Unfortunately for him, the bard had barricaded himself inside a storage room.

Geralt knocked on the door. “Can you come out? Lambert’s being a prick.”

A muffled voice answered from the other side. “You saw it.”

“I did,” Geralt admitted, just loud enough for Jaskier to hear. “If you come out and tell me who did it, I’ll handle them. I swear.”

Jaskier was silent for a moment before speaking again, his voice unsteady. “But it’s true, isn’t it? That I’m your whore?”

The words stunned Geralt. He recovered quickly. “That’s not true,” he said, voice firm. “We don’t even have sex.”

A weak laugh filtered through the door. “Some lousy whore I am, then,” Jaskier murmured. “I come at your beck and call and can’t even do the sex part. Instead, I just shovel shit.”

His voice wavered, and Geralt could hear the threat of tears.

[inexplicifics]

Hello my dear inex, I'm thinking about when Sasha has learned the scripts for Kaer Morhen. Injecting the correct level and sincerity of fealty into his "White Wolf". Hooting properly at Consort Jaskier's bawdier songs. Appropriately heckling witchers at training. Snapping out a quick "Fuck you" in PRECISELY Lambert's diction. Dunking someone in a hot spring when they have very clearly asked for it by being an ass while he was within reach of their ankle. Maybe even someday teasing Miss Karolina.

I am now imagining Mikolaj coming to visit and seeing his Very Proper big brother tell a Witcher 'fuck you!' as if it's perfectly normal to do so and just being So Very Confused.