#geraskier and buffy

[roseunspindle]

Ships

Rumbelle - Belle x Rumpelstiltskin - Once Upon a Time

Anidala - Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala - Star Wars

Lucemond - Aemond Targaryen x Lucerys Velaryon - House of the Dragon

Sterek - Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale - Teen Wolf

Snarry - Harry Potter x Severus Snape - Harry Potter

Zutara - Zuko x Katara - Avatar the Last Airbender

Spuffy - William "Spike" Pratt x Buffy Summers - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Superbat - Superman x Batman/Clark Kent (Kal El) x Bruce Wayne - DC Comics

John Shepard x Ronan Dex - Stargate Atlantis

Timepetals - Rose Tyler x The Doctor - Doctor Who

Jonsa - Sansa Stark x Jon Snow - Game of Thrones

Geraskier - Jaskier x Geralt - The Witcher

Harrymort/Tomarry - Harry Potter x Tom "Lord Voldemort" Riddle

[penny-anna]

Hi, you said that you have daemon AUs for other fandoms, and I am intensely interested in that, if you are willing to share!

YES i got loads of those to rec!

like a tiger (defying the laws of gravity) by Fiachra

"Billy hated how he picked her up so gingerly, when in any other case he’d just pull her against his chest. He hated how holding his daemon, the most natural thing in the world, felt so clumsy and awkward with his new hands. He hated how he could feel Cassi’s heart racing through his fingers, how fragile she felt in his grip."

Shazam! But they have daemons

requisite shazam daemon au

Two Halves of a Whole by penguistifical

Geralt doesn’t take much notice at first when the small brown bird alights on his table.

tehehe i've recced this one before, delightful little geraskier daemon au

Honest Souls by trinityofone

There was something wrong with Spike’s dæmon.

might have recced this one before also? i think it was the only buffy daemon au i could find! got some great worldbuilding going on i love it

The Swan Princess by Mad_Maudlin

She just rolled her eyes at him. "He hasn't got a daemon, stupid. That's how you know he's an alien."

11th doctor daemon au!! personal fav of mine & inspiration for my dr who daemon fic :3

Eidari by Joysweeper

A series of short stories set in a version of the Galaxy Far, Far Away in which the Force is entangled with Dust, and humans and some near-humans have dæmons, animal-shaped manifestations of their consciousness or souls. Luke and his dæmon, Peregrine, are weird and always have been, but they do have one friend who doesn't seem to care. However, there are limits to that acceptance.

ahhh i love this whole series. wish there was more of it.

Without Any External or Physical Form by Elizabeth Culmer (edenfalling)

Lucy and Mr. Tumnus discuss history and hypotheticals over tea, in the second summer after the end of the Witch's reign. Daemon AU.

cute little narnia fic!!

Feel Me Up, Babe by willowbilly

The first time that Jake and Amy touch each others' dæmons, it begins with Jake asking Amy if she wants to feel his booby.

The booby in question is a blue-footed one, and his name is Yaakov. The name Yaakov is basically the same name as Jacob. But like. Older and traditional-y. Basically, Jake's mother and Jake's mother's dæmon had consigned them to being “Jake Jake” the way in which that poor meme wolf was “Moon Moon,” and Gina was never going to let it be forgotten.

heheh brooklyn 99 w daemons, love that

Radium Dial by authorperson

“Radar,” they say, all of them, and he can always hear it coming before they even open their mouths. There’s always a smile there, like they’ve figured him out, and every time they’re wrong. “Because of her, right? The antennae?”

Radar and Eleanor keep em guessing.

ohhh if you only read one fic on this list please have it be this one, my no 1 favourite daemon au, i love it so much <3 read the whole series. absolutely outstanding.

[fangirleaconmigo]

If I might ask another trope to rate: bodyswap

(somehow, though witcher should be predestenied for that one since magic and stuff, it's incredible rare)

Or one person get's changed Into an animal (that's quite common in the witcher. Though also mostly geraskier)

Hola! Thanks for the ask, dear.

I love both. Like. A+ all around.

Body Swaps. I love body swaps because we really think we know other people. We really think we know what they go through. But we don't! Bodyswap au you can really play with that. It is so rich for feels, for the sexy, everything.

Like, I'm a Buffy fan. And one of my favorite BTVS eps ever are when she and Faith swap bodies. Faith is SHOOK she is TRANSFORMED by being treated with gratitude from people and tenderness from her partner. I love that trope of kindness transforming people and also the fact that how people see you can be a self fulfilling prophecy. You can play with all of that. ALSO she was suddenly protective of Buffy in a weird way, so it caused this bond too. I loved it. Love it.

Animal. And for the animal thing? I adore that one too. So much potential. There is the emotional thing of being able to recognize the one you love even when they're furry or scaly. XD There's the thing of....how does that person treat animals when no one is around? I bet theyre kind and a big old softie and they let the mangy little thing curl up right next to it. So much good stuff to be had in there.

There's a Lambert/Aiden one I cannot find now because I'm so bad at bookmarking fics. And you can't search Lambert, Aiden, and cat, and narrow it down. But there's one where Aiden is an actual cat and Lambert looks after him. Come on that's so cute.

I'm trying to remember who wrote the fic where Eskel meets a fox and it's Jaskier. It's a short one shot. OH WAIT I ACTUALLY REMEMBERED TO BOOKMARK THAT ONE. It's @ambersagen and it's a fox (Jaskier) wandering into Eskel's camp.

But I love that one and it kind of made me fall in love withthe trope to begin with.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Trick or Treat

The next A Very Bouncey Halloween installment and a belated birthday gift to my darling @veritasrose. Thank you so much for the last year of friendship, I look forward to celebrating with you again. <3 you are much loved.

tw: curses, Geralt is an idiot, competent Jaskier

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Light flashes through the room and momentarily blinds Jaskier, who stumbles back against Geralt. He mumbles an apology to the ever-sturdy Witcher as he waits for his vision to return and when he blinks clearly for the first time after a few long moments, the bard feels utterly and totally confused by the scene unfolding before him.

The Duke’s grandest ballroom, which had been bustling with excitable party guests only moments ago, is now flooded with ghouls, ghosts, vampires, and monsters of all sorts. A woman with swan’s wings is huddled in one corner, squawking angrily at anyone who tries to draw near. A minotaur stumbles through the center of the dance floor, lowing in frustration as he tries to control his bulky limbs. Two werewolves wrestle for dominance atop the furthest banquet table to their left. As Jaskier takes it all in, he feels Geralt’s hands wrap suddenly around his bicep; the Witcher is clinging to Jaskier fiercely, leaning his not insignificant weight against the bard’s side as his eyes grow round and watery.

“What’s happening?” Geralt finally asks. His tone of voice seems breathy and high, filled with a terror - almost totally foreign to Jaskier’s ears. Geralt fears nothing and yet… “Let’s get away from this dreadful place, please!”

“Aren’t you going to try and solve this problem?” Jaskier asks, glancing at his companion. He gestures at the various monsters roaming freely past the buffet table. “You’re likely the nearest Witcher, after all.”

“I’m no Witcher,” Geralt declares. He splays a hand over the very center of his blue velvet doublet (a nearly perfect imitation of the way Jaskier reacts to a perceived offense). “I am a Count. Witchers are dirty things, not meant for such a public life as my own.”

“For fuck’s sake, Geralt, now is not the time for a prank of this nature,” Jaskier huffs. “Something is clearly going on here. We need to help these people!”

“I know something is wrong,” Geralt sniffles - fucking sniffles - and squeezes the bard’s upper arm even more tightly. The sound of Geralt crying shakes Jaskier into understanding, even as Geralt begs: “But I don’t know how to help! Please get me out of here, Milord, I’m scared.”

Milord? Jaskier mouths to himself, even as he wraps one comforting arm around Geralt’s waist and ushers him away from the growing chaos at the center of the ballroom. Jaskier hurries them down one suspiciously empty hallway after another until he reaches the small suite that he had accepted as payment for his performance at the party. Jaskier ushers Geralt inside and locks the heavy oak door behind them.

“My Lord Geralt,” he gets the not-quite-Witcher’s attention. “Do you mind taking a seat by the fire for now? I’ll be right with you as soon as the room is secure, and then we can figure out what’s going on and what to do from here.”

“Yes, Milord,” Geralt nods. He hurries to comply with Jaskier’s request, to the bard’s continuing shock and awe, and stays still and quiet as Jaskier removes his doublet and rolls up his sleeves. Using the strength he’s spent twelve years at Geralt’s side developing, Jaskier shoves a bookcase, a dresser, and an unfortunately designed roll-top desk in front of the locked doors for added protection.

Moving behind Geralt with practiced efficiency, Jaskier also closes, shutters, and locks every window in the room, pulling the curtains closed to keep any light from spilling out and alerting stray creatures of their presence.

When he’s finished locking down all of their room’s possible entrances and breathing hard from exertion, Jaskier tugs the Witcher’s xenovox from his bag and flips it open, waiting with bated breath until Yennefer’s irritated voice snaps: “What do you want, Geralt?”

“Who is that?!” Geralt cries from his place near the fire. He has a white-knuckle grip on the overstuffed armchair he’s perched in and his clothing is mussed; Jaskier motions for him to be quiet and Geralt bites his lip, worrying the soft pink skin between his unusually dull canines.

“Was that Geralt?” Yennefer asks. "Did Jaskier summon me?"

“Yes and yes,” Jaskier replies. “I think he’s been cursed or enchanted or something. I was hired to play at the Duke of Rinde’s All Hallow’s Eve celebration and Geralt accompanied me - even dressed up for the occasion - but something happened at the party and now he’s acting strangely. I don’t know what to do.”

"What's happening?" Yennefer prods.

"Geralt is acting rather out of sorts. He’s speaking strangely, he wanted to flee the party rather than investigate the source of the changes-”

“What changes?”

“Everyone sort of… Well, a good portion of the party guests suddenly transformed into their costumes,” Jaskier explains, his speech stunted by his disbelief. “I know it sounds incredible, and it was! One moment we were all enjoying the music and the next… there was a minotaur and a mermaid and a faun… Geralt went nearly mute and started clinging to my arm like some sort of aristocratic maiden!”

“Oh shit,” Yen groans.

“Who is that?” Geralt repeats. Jaskier continues to ignore his companion. He knows that the moment he turns his attention to caring for Geralt, he won’t be able to tear it away again, and he needs to finish this conversation with Yennefer first.

“Why are you swearing?” he asks the sorceress. “What is it?”

“Geralt asked me for advice about this stupid ball a few days ago, while you were busy making arrangements with the Duke. He wanted to impress you with his All Hallow’s Eve costume and prove that he could be just as fancy and well-mannered as all the other men of your status.”

“Why in the world would Geralt want to dress up and act like a nobleman? It makes no sense! He detests small talk, he hates vanity, and he finds most men of my station to be cowardly and overly delicate - myself included! I just- I don’t quite understand why he’d go through all of this just to impress me. Or why he thinks this kind of thing would be impressive in the first place.”

“Jaskier, please tell me that you aren’t as stupid as our mutually beloved Witcher…”

Jaskier considers for a moment, pondering the things that he does to impress Geralt: gathering wood, learning to cook with game meat, preparing the Witcher’s potion ingredients while he's out on hunts, organizing their packs when they're spiking camp, brushing Roach’s mane… Realization dawns suddenly and all at once. He has a moment of pure understanding, a moment much beloved by every poet, bard, and playwright across the Continent: “Oh.”

Yennefer gives a tired laugh. “Yeah.”

“So he’s stuck as… a noble?”

“I suppose,” she sighs. “I’ll portal you to my location and we can figure things out in peace. Get your things together, I’ll open it up in precisely five minutes.”

“What’s happening!?” Geralt demands. Jaskier pulls the Witcher/Count to his feet and bows shallowly.

“I am Jaskier Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove. I will be your protector and chaperone for the foreseeable future, Your Lordship,” Jaskier bows shallowly. “I’m going to gather our things together and then we are going to meet up with a very lovely sorceress, Yennefer of Vengerberg.”

“Is she a friend of yours?”

Jaskier barely manages to hide his surprise at Geralt’s utter lack of recognition. His memories of Yennefer have also been taken, then.

“She’s a mutual friend.”

“Are you my friend?”

“I would like to think so,” Jaskier smiles. Geralt remains oblivious to the bard’s heartache, even as he curls himself against Jaskier. He tucks his face against Jaskier’s shoulder and sobs quietly. The bard runs his hands comfortingly up and down Geralt’s spine for a long, soothing moment. The smooth, royal-blue velvet tickles his fingertips. “Shh, dear heart. I’ve got you. Everything will be alright, I swear.”

“I trust you,” Geralt whispers.

Just as Jaskier is about to reply, Yennefer’s portal snaps open in the center of the room. Jaskier hands Geralt a set of bags and hauls his own over his shoulder. “Time to go, Your Lordship. Just take one little step…”

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“Do you know who I am?” Yennefer asks. Geralt shakes his head before burying his face in the back of Jaskier’s shoulder-blade.

“I’m so frightened, Milord.”

Frightened? Milord? Yennefer mouths. Jaskier shrugs nearly imperceptibly and makes a panicked gesture in the Witcher’s general direction.

“I don’t know what to do either!”

“Well, start from the beginning. Tell me what happened at the party before all of… this.”

Jaskier recounts every detail he can remember in the most straightforward way possible, momentarily renouncing his poetic skills in favor of efficiency - for Geralt’s sake, of course, not Yennefer’s. When he's finished he asks: “And you said he did all of this to impress me?”

“Yes.”

“But why?” Jaskier repeats his earlier question. Yennefer understands that his meaning is different; Jaskier understands that Geralt is interested in him romantically, but the bard can't seem to get it through his head that Geralt has deemed him worthy. Although, knowing the Witcher, he isn't even sure how to go about doing such a thing in the first place.

"I just... I don’t quite believe you," he adds.

“He loves you,” Yennefer reiterates. "And now he’s stuck like this until the effects of the spell wear off, so I suggest you take his precious Lordship to one of my spare rooms and make yourselves comfortable. I’ll see you both for breakfast, providing the magic is null and void by then.”

“And if it isn’t?”

“I hope you enjoy small talk, you bardic bastard.”

Yennefer smirks and disappears from the room in a whirl of black and white silk, the scents of lilac and gooseberry curling through the air in her wake.

Geralt clings to Jaskier’s bicep again as the exhausted bard stands, keeping his larger body pressed against the human’s side as if Jaskier is the one who wields the Witcher’s swords. “So I’m under a spell?”

“Yes, darling.”

“At least I have you here to protect me, Jaskier. You’re so brave and strong; my hero!”

“It’s usually the other way around, dear heart, but I appreciate the sentiment. Now, how about we find a comfortable place to bed down for the night, Milord?”

"Alright."

Jaskier moves Geralt's hand so that it's curled around the inside of his elbow, the proper etiquette for a platonic escort, and leads him quickly down the long hallways of Yennefer's sprawling manor house. He chooses the blue-themed bedroom at the back of the East Wing, far from the sorceress' own suite of rooms.

He has to help Geralt change out of his lordly costume, the Witcher-turned-Count fumbling uselessly at the laces and buttons as if he'd never seen a fastening before in his life. Geralt whispers shyly as Jaskier pulls a nightshirt over his head: "Thank you again, Milord Jaskier. I feel as if I can't help but continue indebting myself to you."

"Think nothing of it, dear heart," Jaskier smiles, ignoring the pang in his chest. "I am happy to help you."

Jaskier tucks Geralt into bed before changing into his own nightclothes, tossing his things back into their travel bags as he swaps outfits. He feels Geralt tense up when he sits on the edge of the bed and his eyebrows narrow in concern.

"Are you alright, Geralt?"

"Are you going to share a bed with me?"

"Would you rather I didn't?" Jaskier answers with a question of his own.

"I... I wouldn't mind it if we shared."

Jaskier wishes he had Witcher sight, so he could catch a glimpse of the blush no doubt attempting to stain the Witcher's face. Despite the mutagens, Geralt's face still went pale pink when he encountered a strong emotion. It was adorable. And incredibly rare.

As soon as he pulls the covers over his chest, Geralt glues himself to Jaskier's side, snuggling close. "Feels safer," he says in lieu of explanation.

"Goodnight, dear heart."

"Goodnight."

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"Fuck," Geralt groans, sitting up in bed. Jaskier sits up beside him, wiping the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Good morning, Milord," he teases.

"Shut up," Geralt groans. Jaskier does get to see him blush this time, and the bard revels in it; he would trade all the gold in the world to see Geralt flush like this. "I can't believe I cried on you!"

"It was rather adorable, actually."

"Hmm."

"Still..." Jaskier reaches out, tentative, and cups Geralt's cheek with his palm. He turns the Witcher's face and locks their gazes together, blue meeting gold. "Still, I think I prefer you as you are. My big, strong Witcher who cares so much about defending the little guy. Willing to step in and help wherever and whenever he can."

Geralt's eyes get a little glassy and he leans forward, pausing and letting Jaskier make the final decision. The bard meets him halfway, pressing his lips against Geralt's without any sense of urgency at all. It's warm and sweet, time fading away as they let their feelings pour through this one simple gesture. When they pull apart again, Geralt gives a surprised, lopsided smile. "Oh."

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Honestly? sometimes you just have to post a mini-essay on a show/character nobody cares about that will inevitably only get 5 notes because you need your thoughts to exist External from yourself and honestly? That's very sexy v proud of all the people who do that

[imreallyill]

Geralt: I just don’t like it when you’re in danger

Jaskier: I laugh in the face of danger!

Geralt:

Jaskier: …and then I hide until it goes away

[bl3uvelvet]

So, I've been wanting to do a post with a list of the things I've written/posted over the last year. I didn't have a Tumblr when I started, and I thought it might be nice to have them all together somewhere.

I'll start with oldest fandom I wrote for first, but this list will include the Witcher, Supernatural, the Night Shift, and BtVS.

The Witcher

All Geraskier (Geralt/Jaskier)

Title: Can't Touch This (And Yet, Here We Are)

Rating: M

Summary: Based on this fantrailer by bachaboska. (Seriously, watch it. It's amazing! She does great work.) One bard's simple wish to reach the hearts of the people of the Continent with his music backfires spectacularly. He enlists the help of a witcher to fix it. And to protect him from the consequences.

Geralt wonders what he did to piss Destiny off so much that she saddles him with his own personal nuisance.

Julian Alfred Pankratz and Geralt of Rivia star in this summer's most anticipated romantic comedy.

Title: How Jaskier Fucked His Way Across the Continent and into Geralt's Heart

Rating: E

Summary: In which Jaskier sleeps with a bunch of different people and Geralt very carefully doesn't think about why it bothers him.

Title: though i try not to (can't help but want you)

Rating: E

Summary: Under the effects of the potions and the toxicity they bring, after the monster of the day (week, month) has been butchered, Geralt is cold. Unbearably, interminably, all-encompassingly cold. The kind of cold that sinks into the marrow and stays there forever.

All Geralt wants is to be warm again.

Title: Of Feathers and Bone

Rating: M

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier went their separate ways after their falling out on the side of the Dragon Mountains. Six years later, Destiny comes calling for them all. But this time, Jaskier refuses to let himself be pushed around by the witcher. This time, Jaskier will be the one to do the saving. This time, he won't fall in love with the White Wolf. He's got a princess to protect and a sorceress to help rescue, after all.

Jaskier never was very good at following his own ultimatums; especially when they involved Geralt and feelings.

Supernatural

All Destiel (Dean/Castiel)

Title: From the Land of Ice and Snow

Rating: M

Summary: Dean has made it into Heaven. So have his brother, his parents, and just about everyone else that he's called a friend or family over the years. It's great. It's awesome, even. Except... there's one particular angel that is conspicuously absent from Dean's almost perfect afterlife; though Dean knows he's flitting around Heaven somewhere.

Dean sets out to find him.

Title: Those Walls I Built

Rating: T

Summary: Dean contemplates his perfect home.

Coda to my fic 'From the Land of Ice and Snow'.

Title: On the Edge

Rating: E

Summary: Excerpt:

Dean needs something. Anything. Everything is going to shit and he can't do one goddamn thing about any of it. It makes him feel like he's going to crawl out of his skin. He needs to do something. Fuck someone. It doesn't matter. He feels as if he is going to lose it if he can't release the pent up energy but he's stuck in this room with only an emotionless angel for company.

The Night Shift

TC/Michael

Title: Throwing Sticks and Stones

Rating: E

Summary: T.C. Callahan hates Michael Ragosa and he's certain the feeling is mutual, yet somehow they keep clashing together in the most unexpected and exhilarating of ways. The other man continuously surprises him and he just can't seem to get him out of his head; even when he knows he's risking his best chance at a normal life. Or as close to normal as an ex-Ranger medic on the ER night shift in Texas struggling with PTSD can be. So what is it about Ragosa that keeps him coming back?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel: the Series

All Spander (Xander/Spike)

Title: Just a Dead Man

Rating: E

Summary: Spike knows he's just a stop-gap for other people. They come, he loves them, they go. Never has anyone stayed for him. Not when he showed them who he really is underneath all the bleach and bad attitude. Xander Harris is no different.

Until he is.

Title: So There I Was

Rating: T

Summary: Spike tells Xander the story of how he got captured by Nazis that one time.

[splendidlyimperfect]

Written for @geraskierweek​; Day 7: destiny

chapter two - the prophet’s song

Geralt and Yennefer defeat the succubus, then take Jaskier back to Vesemir to figure out what he is.

title: if the apocalypse comes, beep me author: splendidlyimperfect prompt day #: 7 (destiny) summary:  Geralt’s a Witcher - one of few monster hunters that are trained to fight the nightmares that the modern world doesn’t know exists. The only people who know are his Watcher Vesemir, and Yennefer, his ex-girlfriend who happens to be a witch. Geralt’s doing just fine balancing hunting and college courses, but when he runs into an unusual man with a (literally) magical voice, his world gets a bit more complicated. word count: 4187 books/netflix/show/video game: netflix triggers/warnings: none rating: M (eventually) additional notes: buffy inspired, modern au with magic/monsters, monster hunting, siren!jaskier, trans!jaskier, yenn and jaskier get to be catty friends

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Jaskier’s right. The demons did come in a pair, and they find the succubus in the alley behind the bar, making out with a punk girl with green hair and more piercings than Geralt’s ever seen on a person.

It’s a quick fight – Yenn winds her magic and convinces the girl to go back inside and forget the entire thing, and Geralt beheads the succubus before she can run away. She dissolves into the same black smoke as her partner and Geralt’s medallion immediately stops thrumming.

“Impressive.” Jaskier, who is leaning against the wall a short distance away, grins at Geralt. “Those muscles aren’t just for looks, then?”

“Shut up,” Geralt growls. “Now we need to deal with you.” His sword is still in his hand and he levels it at Jaskier, stepping forward until the tip rests right in the hollow of Jaskier’s throat.

Jaskier doesn’t blink.

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“You’re not going to kill me,” he says, and the glibness in his voice makes Geralt want to kick him in the teeth.

“And what makes you so convinced of that?”

“You need me.”

Geralt looks back at Yenn with his eyebrows raised. “Did I miss something? Is this some sort of…” He turns back to Jaskier and narrows his eyes. “Who the fuck are you and how the hell do you know who—what—I am?”

“It’s a long story,” Jaskier says, and the expression on his face is almost bored. “I’d love to tell you all about it, but perhaps we can go somewhere less…” He gestures vaguely around the alley. “And you don’t need this.” He has the audacity to reach up and tap Geralt’s blade at his throat. “I’m not your enemy, and I’m not going to run.”

Yenn’s hand lands on Geralt’s shoulder and squeezes gently. “He’s telling the truth,” she says. “At least about the running bit.”

Geralt keeps his blade level as he studies Jaskier’s face. He doesn’t look like much of a threat, but Geralt did just see him stab someone – the fact that it was a demon is irrelevant. But now, in the dim orange light of the alley, with his floppy hair and ridiculous leather jacket and bare chest…

Geralt sighs, dropping the incantation and watching the blade dissipate. The he looks back at Yenn, who shrugs and gestures toward the back lot where Geralt’s car is parked.  

“I don’t trust you,” Geralt mutters, stalking forward and grabbing Jaskier’s arm. Up close he smells strange – like the beach at night, like ocean salt and a cool breeze. “You’re coming with us until I can figure out what the fuck you are and where the hell you came from.”

“Well, I’ve never complained about being manhandled by a man in leather before,” Jaskier says, winking at Geralt. “And I’m not about to start now.”

~

Jaskier is obnoxious. For one thing, he doesn’t shut up for the entire drive back to the library. Yennefer sits in the back with him to keep him from doing anything suspicious, and Geralt can see in the rearview mirror that she’s ready to strangle him a minute into the drive. Unfortunately, her silencing spells don’t seem to work on him, so the two of them are forced to suffer through his monologues until they arrive.

The second obnoxious thing about Jaskier is that’s he’s really fucking attractive. Even in the stupid outfit and ridiculous pants, he’s still hot as hell and Geralt hates him for it. It’s been a while since he’s been with anyone, and the horny part of his brain wants to push Jaskier up against the nearest wall and shut him up with a hot kiss and a hand down his pants. The other part of him insists that he does not fuck monsters, even pretty ones with eyes the color of the ocean.

When they finally get to the library, Geralt’s relieved to see that the lights are on. Vesemir doesn’t technically live here, but he might as well – Geralt’s not sure he’s ever seen the man leave.

“A library?” Jaskier asks as Geralt grabs his arm and drags him out of the car. “Quaint. I was expecting something more…” He drags his gaze up Geralt’s chest and Geralt growls at him, shoving him forward and ignoring the way his hair curls around the back of his neck.

Vesemir barely looks up from his book when they enter the library. “Why are you bringing monsters back here?” he asks mildly.

“Because he appears to be on our side,” Yennefer says, hopping up on the desk and crossing her arms. “He killed an incubus.”

Vesemir raises an eyebrow and finally looks at Jaskier, who stumbles forward as Geralt lets go of his arm and shoves him toward Vesemir. “Ow,” Jaskier grumbles, rubbing at his bicep. “I don’t mind being roughed up, but I’d rather not have an audience.”

“Shut up,” Yenn and Geralt groan at the same time.

Vesemir stands from the desk and moves toward Jaskier, who stands his ground despite Vesemir being one of the most intimidating people Geralt’s ever met. They stare each other down for a minute, and eventually Vesemir grabs Jaskier’s wrists and turns his hands palm-up.

“Hm.”

“Oh, excellent,” Jaskier says, not pulling away. “You’re just as eloquent as your protégé.”

“You talk enough for both of them,” Yennefer says, tossing a balled-up piece of paper at Jaskier’s head. “Their silence is blessed.”

Jaskier looks like he’s about to retaliate when Vesemir nods and lets go of his hands, then says, “Sing.”

Geralt frowns at the odd request, but Jaskier doesn’t look surprised. “I do take requests,” he says, grinning. Geralt thinks for a second that he sees a flash of sharp teeth. “Anything in particular?”

Vesemir gives him an unimpressed look and Jaskier sighs. “No appreciation for talent,” he mutters, then winks at Geralt and starts to sing.

I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things we can do the tango just for two I can serenade and gently play on your heartstrings be your Valentino just for you

There’s that pull again – the hypnotic warmth that tangles with Jaskier’s voice and slips beneath Geralt’s skin, making both his medallion and his blood thrum. The rest of the room starts to slowly fade away, blurring at the edges until all Geralt can see is Jaskier and the blue of his eyes.

“Enough,” Vesemir interrupts, and a part of Geralt protests when the veil of enchantment dissolves and he’s left staring at a very ordinary, albeit incredibly attractive man.

“You’re a siren,” Yennefer says. Geralt glances over at her and is comforted to see that she’s shaking off the effects of the magic as well.

“Part siren,” Jaskier corrects. “If I was a full-blooded siren, you’d be doing whatever I wanted right about now.”

“Aren’t all sirens women?” Geralt asks.

“First of all,” Jaskier says, crossing his arms and leaning back against a table, “that’s racist.” Geralt glares at him and Jaskier rolls his eyes. “Second of all, yes, most sirens are female, but I wasn’t always this handsome.”

It clearly takes Geralt too long to piece together what Jaskier’s saying because Yennefer smacks the back of his head and says, “He’s trans, you idiot.”

Geralt frowns, tipping his head to the side as he takes in the scars on Jaskier’s chest and the pin on his lapel again. Jaskier laughs and there’s a tiny pull behind the sound, a soft whisper of the sea.

“It’s okay,” he says, mostly to Yennefer. “He’s the brawn and you’re the brains, am I right?”

Geralt’s about to show Jaskier exactly what kind of brawn he is when Vesemir holds up his hands for silence. “How do you know about Witchers?” he asks Jaskier.

“My Gran,” Jaskier says. He hops up on the table and crosses his arms over his chest, shivering. “Any chance I can get something more practical to wear? Your handsome friend here manhandled me away from my regular wardrobe before I could change.”

Geralt sighs, tugging off the sweater he’s wearing and tossing it at Jaskier’s head. It leaves him in only a thin t-shirt, but the cold doesn’t bother him. Jaskier shrugs off the leather jacket and pulls Geralt’s sweater on, and Geralt tries hard not to let the sight of Jaskier in his clothes bother him.

Jaskier makes himself comfortable, crossing his legs and tucking his hands into the sleeves of the sweater before continuing. “So. My Gran was a full-blood siren, mum was half, which makes me a quarter, I guess. Just enough to enthrall a room with my lovely voice. Or occasionally get someone weak-willed to do what I want. Like the Force, I guess.”

When everyone stares at him, he sighs, then waves his hand in the air. “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for, that sort of thing. Ugh, you’re a dull crowd.”

“You manipulate people,” Geralt says, ignoring Jaskier’s comments.

“Not people, no,” Jaskier says, shaking his head. “Monster, mostly – werewolves, vampires, things like that. I’m sure you’re familiar.”

“Obviously,” Yennefer says, rolling her eyes.

Jaskier studies her for a moment, head tilted to the side in a strangely endearing manner. “You’re a witch,” he says eventually. “An actual one, too. That spell you used – it was real.”

“Of course it was real,” Yennefer says, staring at him with narrowed eyes. “And it should have worked on you.”

“Most magic doesn’t,” Jaskier says, shrugging. “Gran said it’s because of the siren blood – magic against magic, all that.”

“We don’t have any records of Sirens for hundreds of years,” Vesemir says, tapping a thick tome on the table. “But you’re barely—”

“One hundred and thirty-seven,” Jaskier says lightly. “I know, I don’t look a day over ninety. It’s the skincare routine.”

“You’re immortal?” Geralt asks, frowning.

“Not immortal, no,” Jaskier admits. He looks back over at Geralt, eyes bright and gaze intense. “Just long-lived. My mum was nearly three hundred when she passed a couple years ago. Most of us live elsewhere, anyways – warmer climes, more sailors to lure to their deaths.”

“You said you didn’t—”

“I’m not lying,” Jaskier insists. “I’ve never lured anyone to their death, I swear on my grandmother.” He pauses. “I suppose she lured a few people to their deaths. Not my grandfather, though, and I’m honestly not certain how that happened, she’d never tell me about it.”

Geralt rubs the bridge of his nose – this whole thing is starting to give him a headache. Monsters are for killing, not for… whatever it is they’re doing with Jaskier right now.  

“So,” Yennefer says, leaning forward and giving Jaskier a calculating look. “You’re part siren and you use your powers to pretend that you’re Freddie Mercury.”

“Maybe I am Freddie Mercury,” Jaskier replies, grinning. “But yes. I love to sing and it’s not hurting anyone. And every once in a while, I dispatch a monster back to the netherworld, thus fulfilling my part in the prophecy.”

Everyone is silent for a moment, and then Vesemir asks the question that everyone in the room is thinking.

“What prophecy?”  

[ishomoogoo]

Thought Dump

I can’t be bothered to write anything right now (nervously eyes my current WIPs as the readers get angrier and angrier), but ideas keep flitting into my brain so i’m just gunna leave this here. do with it what you will

1. Geraskier or geraskifer crossover au (as long as geralt and jaskier are banging each other, i don’t care who else is involved. i like to think they’re a poly/ swing duo/ triad that are together but totally bang other people on the side. especially jaskier. that boy is insatiable.)

2. the crossover is with the buffy universe bc i’m a slut for that shit

3. due to hellmouthy reasons and/ or because geralt and jaskier’s combined bad luck creates a vortex of disaster around them, geralt, jaskier, yennifer, and ciri (at the very least) end up in the buffy universe

4. they don’t all have to wind up in the same place, or even at the same time, but they do eventually find each other after shenanigans

5. i’m thinking they all eventually end up in LA or smthg because jaskier loves drama and it’s close by to where he popped out. (also bc i want Angel to SUFFER!)

6. don’t care much abt buffy or angel timeline or canon, but definitely pre-dragon in the angel series

7. jaskier is still a musician, he just has to learn how to play different instruments now, and most of his previous work is unplayable now (he likes to play in demon bars, and they don’t take kindly to him singing abt monsters getting killed)

8. Yennifer is often away, terrorizing other witches, warlocks, sorcerers, and even the watchers, because she Has To Know about all the new shiny magic stuff this world has

9. geralt, the lovable himbo that he is, has no idea what to do with himself job wise. all the monsters/ demons are new/ different, and they pretty much treat him like he’s one of them (the less violent ones anyway) humans also aren’t terrified of him because they just think he’s an albino or a really dedicated cosplayer

10. he probably settles on being some kind of peace keeper/ cop for the demons, because they really don’t want attention/ trouble from humans or more volatile demons. or from slayers or angel and his gang

11. ciri, when yennifer is away, is the only logical one of the bunch and the voice of reason. she’s going to school like a good girl, and shakes her head at her adult’s shenanigans. she’s not too sure what computers are, but by god she loves them. she also likes stocks, and all the money she can make off of them. she and yennifer are rolling in it

12. just remember that this is all technically set in the mid to late 90′s, so not as advanced tech wise

13. i don’t know, angel’s gang somehow runs into geralt’s gang and neither have very positive impressions on the other. this is pretty much as far as i got tbh

the rest is either up to you or my wayward muse. i’m gunna go back to hiding underneath my rock now

Edit: if jaskier is made effectively immortal/ eternally young, then there can be no official reason given. It can’t even be addressed unles someone points it out. And when it is, he/ the rest of them just get confused looks and just shrug, and pretend the question wasn’t even asked

[do-what-the-knight-tells-you]

Oh man, anybody wanna chat Buffy/Witcher fusion with me?? I am Having Thoughts.

[bottoms-movie]

creator shoutout week 44 - info here

in no particular order:

the witcher: geraskier gifset by @lamberts​

mcu: dora milaje gifset by @rachelschu

mcu: stucky gifset by @radcliffe

disney: encanto gifset by @queencalanthes

mcu: gilgamesh & thena gifset by @gemma-chan

mcu: sharon carter gifset by @dani-clayton

marvel: peter parker gifset by @amandaseyfried (via @dailymarvelgifs)

mcu: eternals gifset by @football

marvel: peter parker gifset by @remuslupin

mcu: eternals gifset by @m-akkari

tua: diego hargreeves gifset by @mcudaredevil

btvs: buffy summers gifset by @nerd4music (via @spuffygifs)

euphoria: fez & lexi gifset by @spideyandrews

victorious: jade & beck gifset by @beck-oliver

btvs: spuffy gifset by @katherineebishop

mcu: kate bishop gifset by @radcliffe

shameless: fiona gallagher gifset by @fionagallaqher

mcu: natasha & yelena gifset by @zjm

scroll through the #week44 tag scroll through all creations find previous weeks here

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Jaskier the Vampire Slayer

Someone was following him. 

Jaskier ducked into the alleyway and pulled himself up onto a fire escape, settling himself in the middle of it and waiting for his would-be attacker to appear. A man maybe two or three years older than himself peered around the corner, confusion flickering across his gorgeously sculpted face. He took a few steps into the alley, passing beneath Jaskier’s hiding spot. Despite his youthful face and smooth skin, the guy had shoulder-length snow white hair. It was...almost kinda hot?

The cheerleader waited for the stranger to take another step forward before suddenly dropping to the ground and spinning on instinct, kicking the stranger directly between the shoulder blades with enough force to knock him over. The man rolled onto his back and Jaskier placed a firm, sneakered foot on his chest to keep him down. Despite his position on the ground, the man looked up at him and raised his eyebrow slowly, “Is there a problem, sir?”

“Yeah, there’s a problem. It’s rude to follow people down dark streets at night.”

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry,” he smirked, revealing a pointed canine. Jaskier’s fingers itched to reach for his trusty stake but he stopped himself when the man held up his hands in surrender. “I don’t bite.”

Jaskier removed his foot and let the stranger get back to his feet, keeping his hand near the pocket of his jacket where Mr. Stabby was stored. 

“I thought you’d be taller and have bigger muscles and all that, being the Slayer and everything.” The man rubbed at the back of his neck and winced, “You’re pretty spry, though.”

“What do you want?”

“The same thing you want; to kill them all.”

“Ah, too bad. Wrong answer! You do get the consolation prize, however, so enjoy this lovely watch and a year’s supply of Turtle Wax. All I want is to be left alone. Especially by weird, hot vampire guys in alleyways.”

Jaskier turned to storm away but the guy spoke back up, “You can’t run away from this! You’re standing on the Mouth of Hell and it’s about to open.” He tossed Jaskier a small box, which he spun around and caught with ease. Maybe he was showing off a little. “You’ll need to be prepared.”

“Who are you?”

“A friend.”

“What if I don’t want any friends?”

The man smirked again, “Didn’t say I was yours.” 

Then he slowly wandered back around the corner. Jaskier opened the black velvet box and peered inside. It was a necklace; a very unusual necklace. A quarter-sized medallion hung from a delicate silver chain and on it was printed the profile of a snarling wolf. He glanced back up in the direction the stranger had disappeared in to ask what it meant but he was long gone.

“Fuckin’ cryptic-ass vampires. Here’s a weird necklace, please murder my friends! What the hell, dude? I just wanna make it through cheer season.”

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

How about 4, 6, and 9? 💚

4. Which comment has had the most impact on your writing?

The first comment I ever got on Where There's a Witcher! It was the first piece of writing I'd shared publicly in well over a decade and within twenty minutes of posting it, I was ready to panic and take it down. And then I got this comment and it was so encouraging that I started writing the second chapter right away (and now here I am, 2 years and 73 fics later.)

I answered 6 here!

9. What inspired you to write your first fic?

I finished watching season 1 of the Witcher and I just had a need for a modern with magic, monster of the week Geraskier AU. (I grew up watching Charmed and Buffy and it shows.) I scoured the entire tag and there wasn't a single one. The scene where Geralt saves Jaskier from the wyvern sprung into my head, so I just decided to write it on a whim and then I just kept going and a couple of hours later, I had the entire first chapter. So it was very much a case "well, if no one else is going to do it, I guess I have to.

Happy fic writer ask game

[kueble]

Tagged by @greyduckgreygoose @fangirleaconmigo and @unyielding-as-the-sea Thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3? 121

What’s your total AO3 word count? 253,425 (I need to write longer fics I guess? Oops.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? On Ao3 I’ve posted The Witcher, Disney Descendants, Kingsmen,  Dragon Age, One Direction, The Hobbit. On LJ I have a bunch of bandom, SPN, and CW RPF.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? I am actually surprised by these!

Snowdrops

Collecting Page-Six Lovers

Wide Awake

More or Less

When I Let the Water Take Me

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I do. I started to and now I have to lol.  Even if I just say thank you, I want the people to know I really appreciate each and every comment left for me.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I honestly don’t think I have a fic that ends in angst lol. Only happy endings here!

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not crossovers so much AUs set in other universes. The only one I think I did is the Witcher/Mass Effect fic I have.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Thankfully not on this blog.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yes, all of it lol. Any kind. All kinds!

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of. Hopefully it never happens!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

What’s your all time favorite ship? This question is always so hard, because fandoms change. At the moment it’s Geraskier. Stucky is also up there.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I don’t post wips lol. I make sure everything is finished before I post it, because I don’t want people asking me when I’ll update. If I ever post a long fic as chapters, it will be finished and I’ll have a schedule.

What are your writing strengths? I think my dialog is realistic and people seem to enjoy my smut.

What are your writing weaknesses? I’m not great at long fic. I need to work on that.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I haven’t done it, but I would not be against it if the need came up.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I was like 13, and I’m sure it sucked.  But I tried!

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? For The Witcher it’s my Big Bang It’s a Hungry World. I am always partial to this Kingsmen fic Keep Moving Til the Morning Light, though. Because Roxy deserves to fuck, too.

tagging (with absolutely no pressure!): Anyone who would like to do this and @julek @officerjennie @softdarlingjaskier @kuripon

[alittlebitmaybe]

For the fic guessing game: smile?

yeah thank you!! much smiling occurs in my fic (though in zombie au there is not ONE instance of anyone smiling until jaskier shows up lmao fun fact) here's a few of em!!

geraskier kindergarten au sequel (follow up to the 'sun' snippet):

He clears his throat and continues coloring a leaf on his flower. “Why do you ask that, Princess?” he asks. “About loving Mr. Pankratz?”

She says, “Oh, ‘cus when you look at him you smile.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, and you smile when you look at me and Mama, too, and you love us. So I think you love Mr. Pankratz.”

She grabs the black crayon and gives the sun some sunglasses.

Geralt says, “How do you know I’m not smiling at you ‘cus you’re funny looking?”

Ciri giggles. “You can’t think I’m funny looking. You’re the funniest looking.”

faith fic:

She bares her teeth at Abuela, an ugly carny-clown smile. Abuela’s not laughing. She’s crossing herself, but Faith’s the wrong kinda monster for that to do any good.

For a second she leaps across the aisle and throttles the bitch, rips her head off by the roots of her grown-out #2 Soft Black hair and slams her snotty face into the luggage rack until it won’t make that expression anymore. Now that’d be the show that everyone’s been expecting of her. It would feel good, until it wouldn’t. Like Angel’s hands in her hair. Like Buffy’s fist on her jaw.

bad dad arthur fic:

“My congratulations, sire,” says Leon, beaming ear to ear, “and from the rest of the knights, as well.”

Arthur returns the smile and grips him companionably by the arm. “Thank you, Sir Leon. I look forward to watching him knock you all on your sorry behinds in the coming years, so that I can take a breather from doing it myself. Luckily I will have to wait no more than five years before he can take on Gwaine and have a fighting chance.”

[evilwickedme]

Just like. This is a fandom blog. Sometimes. SOMETIMES. I talk about politics. Most of the time it's American politics, because lbr, that's what shows up on Tumblr. Sometimes. SOMETIMES. And mostly, not for a very long time. I talk about antisemitism. But this is a fandom blog. I'm here to fanperson about Buffy and Spike and the Leverage crew and Geraskier and any other obsession I have right now. But I live in Israel and I am being shot at, right now. I'm planning on moving to the same cities that have buses exploding in them - cities, by the way, that literally didn't exist before Jews turned marshland into habitable zones, so don't fucking come at me with any of your stolen land BS. This is personal, this is about my life, and you don't get to have it. It is not yours.