#he did try to tell him the night before! when borch died and Geralt went to Yen instead

[spielzeugkaiser]

there are currently two wolves inside me, one that wants geralt to meet omega!jaskier's and his child while the kid is still young so they'll have both their parents (plus 1 mom if yennefer doesn't resent jaskier) as they grow and another who wants to stick to the show's canon of geralt and jaskier not seeing eachother for 22 years and then one day geralt finds this person with a scary ressemblance to him who says they need help rescuing their dad, a bard who doesn't know when to shut up (besides would be kinda funny to see geralt's reaction to jaskier being basically a dilf lol)

[First Part]

Oh my God in my mind it was the baby version but this also has me at the throat.

There would be a few things at play here like

1. I imagined the baby did not inherit mutant traits (besides some gold specs in his eyes, like, Jaskier had confirmation and once you know it's obvious) and you could hold Geralt at gunpoint he does NOT know how he looked as child anymore. It's absolutely not obvious to him, especially since it's impossible in his head. Only Vesemir would probably go 'oh' at the resemblance because the kid looks exactly like the little one he picked up on the side of a road, over a century ago.

2. Jaskier didn't say something for the last 13/14/15 years of his life, the kid will not go and tell Geralt when his Papa went out of his way to keep this knowledge secret.

In my mind this has the perfect road trip vibes. And timelines are messy - like Jaskier went down the mountain pregnant it's not 22 years later but who knows what happened inbetween - but Geralt definitely already had all the teenage angst experience with Ciri. He's already a dad!

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

Fall Away.

I wrote a sad thing.

Characters: Geralt, Jaskier, Yennefer, Borch Pairings: Geralt/Yennefer, with Pining Jaskier Word count: 988 Tags: creature Jaskier, abandonment, Geralt’s an idiot who doesn’t know what feelings are, angst, no happy ending

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Geralt knew what to expect when meeting Borch. The man would be a little standoffish, Geralt would respect that, and Jaskier would annoy him.

He never expected this.

As soon as Borch laid eyes on Jaskier, he stiffened, then fell to one knee and pressed his forehead to his raised leg. Jaskier sighed heavily and said, “None of that, please. That’s not who I am anymore.”

Borch stood again, but slowly, looking at Jaskier with confusion, awe, and--fear? “My apologies, Great One,” he said. “I--did not expect to meet you.”

“I’m not surprised.” Jaskier forced a smile, which fell away immediately. He smelled so sad all of a sudden. “It’s been a while since…” He shook his head and switched topics. “Call me Jaskier.”

“My name is Borch.”

Geralt frowned at Jaskier, but the bard didn’t answer his silent question.

It was a tense journey. Jaskier kept making pointed comments about how foolish this was, comments that were infuriatingly reasonable. But, thankfully, Yennefer was there to drown out Jaskier. She was tense too, but at least she touched Geralt, and spoke to him, and he grew giddy off her scent. Power, anger, lilacs, gooseberries. Surely this was love? That she willingly sought him out?

Jaskier went quiet after three days. Disturbingly quiet. He sat to one side of the adventurer’s group, writing in his notebook, and then methodically ripping out the pages to tear them to scraps and burn them in the fire. Borch, who was courteous and even friendly, always watched Jaskier tensely when he did that. Geralt didn’t understand, and didn’t want to. He was traveling with warriors, finally. And Yennefer.

Jaskier stopped talking completely on the fourth day. He also avoided Geralt. Every time the purpose of this hunt was brought up, he moved away, tense and stinking of upset. Borch began avoiding Geralt too, to attend to Jaskier. It was annoying. No--it was hurtful. Geralt wasn’t sure why, though. He’d been getting so tired of Jaskier… why did he suddenly feel unwanted when Jaskier turned away?

It didn’t matter. He had Yennefer to talk to.

The night they began the climb up the mountain, Jaskier sat next to Geralt during supper and leaned on him. It was so familiar and comfortable that Geralt didn’t even notice, just leaned his head on Jaskier’s and continued sharpening his knife.

As they all went to bed, Jaskier placed his bedroll next to Geralt’s. He hadn’t done that in months. Something in Geralt’s chest ached suddenly, remembering how they used to hold each other tight and talk until Jaskier fell asleep. How he used to press his lips to Jaskier’s forehead when he was sure the bard wouldn’t notice.

Geralt sat by Yennefer and did not sleep that night. The heavy despair he could feel across the camp kept him awake.

In the morning, while the party packed up camp, Jaskier slipped away, and didn’t come back.

~

The dragon’s lair was close. Geralt could smell it. His body thrummed with excitement. He didn’t want to kill the dragon or harm its egg; he just wanted to see it. He wanted to write an entry about it in his notes. Maybe he could convince the others that the dragon was too dangerous to fight.

Jaskier was sitting in the middle of the path when Geralt turned a corner.

“Jask?” Geralt said dumbly. He couldn’t smell Jaskier’s sweet, flowery, human scent; there was just dragon, and anger, and despair.

“Go back,” Jaskier said, his voice rough, like he’d been crying. “I can’t let you do this.”

“Do what?” snapped Yennefer.

Jaskier’s eyes didn’t leave Geralt’s as he answered, “I can’t let you near the egg. I’ll kill you if you try.”

Yennefer snorted. Geralt stood very still, looking Jaskier over. He looked red, like he’d been sunburned; his clothing was immaculate. His ears were pointed, and his nails had become talons.

Geralt’s heart pounded in his ears. “Is the egg yours?” he asked, voice absolutely level.

Jaskier stood, with a fluidity Geralt only saw with draconids and snakes. “Yes and no. I did not lay it. But all dragons are mine to protect.”

The Witcher’s mouth went dry as Jaskier’s eyesockets shifted ever so lightly, deepening and narrowing to an uncanny shape. “Are you…” he started, then stopped.

Jaskier smiled sadly, and his teeth were slim and sharp. “You never figured it out,” he said quietly. “So I don’t owe you an explanation. Borch, come here.”

Borch immediately shoved past everyone and trotted to Jaskier, his scent full of relief and joy. Jaskier patted his shoulder, then gestured to a crack in the mountain stones. Borch disappeared into the crack.

“Please leave, Geralt,” Jaskier said. “I can’t control it much longer.” His skull and hands were shifting like a sculpture working clay; it was disturbing, disgusting, terrifying.

It was Jaskier.

Yennefer tugged his arm. He realized he should go with her--leave Jaskier to his duty. The Great Serpents were never known for their mercy.

Geralt remembered the ache in him when Jaskier tried to sleep beside him. He remembered the comfort of leaning on each other. He remembered how, before they found the djinn, he’d been close to breaking down and begging Jaskier to stay with him forever. He remembered kissing his silk-soft forehead when he was asleep. He remembered telling Vesemir that Jaskier made him feel safe.

Jaskier was rippling with muscles and scales. “Go,” he rasped, pleading. “I don’t want to hurt you, Geralt.”

Geralt opened his mouth to say something, anything--

--and then he was yanked backwards, through a portal, and collapsed on his ass with a thump.

He was inside. He was not on the mountain. There was no way to tell Jaskier that he was sorry, to beg him for one final touch before he died.

Geralt’s heart, mind, and body went very quiet, and the tiniest voice deep inside whispered, what have I done?

[frickfrackapplesnack]

Truth Be Told Geralt x Reader

Request 1:  So just like some cute fluff or something would be great (and a a bit of angst never killed nobody)

Request 2:  Can I get some Geralt and reader fluff? I've been in a biG holiday depression funk so I was looking for like;; him helping her through a bad episode and like just being dorky to try and cheer her up n shit?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1883

A/N: I’m sorry if it’s a little OOC and if my writing isn’t up to par, it is very late over here. Also, no hate to Yennefer, I love her.

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The wind was cold and harsh against the faces of travellers. As it should be so high up in the mountains; mother nature made sure that some places be more dangerous than others and thus the higher you went the harder it was to survive. Despite knowing that the harshness of the wind was normal and that she had agreed to come along on this quest Y/N’s fears were not quenched. It had only been a day ago that they had started their ascent and only two that she was safe sitting inside an inn drinking beer. She tried now to remember how warm it had been inside the wooden walls, tried to remember the burning sensation in her throat as she drank what was possibly the worst beer in her life while watching Jaskier flirt with any woman who walked through the door. Or, perhaps how shocked she had been when the old man Borch Three Jackdaws had sat at their table asking Geralt to assist in slaying a dragon. The idea had almost been as ridiculous as the man’s name and for a moment it seemed out of the question. But when a certain witch had walked through the door Geralt agreed almost instantly despite Y/N’s and Jaskier’s protests.

So now here they were on the side of a mountain, risking their lives all because Geralt wanted to show off and get laid. Y/N rolled her eyes at the thought glaring daggers at the witch standing only inches in front of her. “You’re right” Jaskier’s voice cut through Y/N’s brooding bringing her back to the moment. “This is a shortcut…to death” he gulped and looked back at Y/N who rolled her eyes giving a quick glance to the Witcher standing next to her; Jaskier sighed. Lightly touching his arm Y/N attempted to bring Geralt’s attention to her, however, his eyes remained on the horizon grunting as he gave the suggestion of turning back. ‘At least he has some sense’ Y/N thought.

“No, we’re very close” Borch. “And how could you possibly know that?” Y/N asked folding her arms over her chest. “We’re not going anywhere if we fall to our deaths.”

“Y/N…” Geralt warned.

“Don’t belittle me Geralt,” Y/N sneered. “I am not a child…this is too dangerous”

“It is a perfectly fine route” The leading dwarf growled, “As long as you don’t look down.”

Shoving her way past Geralt Y/N moved toward the front of the group, having no desire to walk behind the person she wanted so badly to push off the side of this mountain. If it weren’t for Geralt’s crush, then they wouldn’t be risking their lives right now.

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When they had made it across and the time had come to set up tents Y/N’s mood had only worsened. Not only had they lost the lives of Borch and his companions but Geralt had risked his own life trying to save them; all because he wanted to show Yennefer how heroic he could be. But, despite the nagging voice at the back of her mind telling her that Geralt had wanted to save Borch because he was an innocent man she couldn’t shake the feeling that everything the Witcher did these days was because of her. Because he was smitten with a dark, beautiful and powerful woman. If truth be told Y/N was jealous, but she would never admit it to herself or anybody else. She sighed, taking a moment to admire the sunset abandoning the work on her newly pitched tent. One would never see a view like this from the ground, so magnificently beautiful it could bring any ordinary person to tears. Looking at it now it was as if someone had taken a paintbrush and struck the canvas in uneven violent strokes but creating something quite the opposite.

Jaskier and Geralt were sitting together on a rock close to the cliff edge, speaking to each other Y/N unable to identify what they could be saying. She sighed giving one last glance to the sky before retiring to her tent. Ready to sleep away her troubles.

It was not long after Y/N had set up a place to sleep within the linen walls that someone else entered the tent. She did not bother to look up, already hearing the sound of Geralt’s leather armour as he moved toward her. “There isn’t room in here for the two of us.” Y/N said bluntly, still refusing to turn and face to man. She sighed dropping her blanket over her bedroll hindering all movement. “I am not in the mood for talking Geralt. Leave me be so I may sleep.”

“Look at me Y/N” he growled. “Jaskier sent me in here because he said you were upset and I want to know why...so turn around.”

“No.” Y/N knew that if she saw him now that she could not stop the tears already threatening to fall. Now that she had given herself time to breathe the severity of the situation had sunk itself into her heart, squeezing it so tight she thought she might die. Geralt could have died today, and she could do nothing to prevent it. “Leave me be Geralt, I do not want to talk with you”

“Well, I do!” Geralt all but yelled. “You have been ignoring me for weeks Y/N, speaking to me only when you want to start a fight,”

“I don’t want to…”

“Then what the hell is going on?” Geralt roared.

Shaking Y/N got to her feet, slowly turning to face the angry Witcher still, however, refusing to meet his gaze; finding the floor much more interesting. “You could have died.” She whispered.

“What?”, Gulping Y/N repeated herself, “Speak up Y/N!”

“I said you could have died you fucking idiot!” Y/N screamed. “You could have plummeted to your death all because of her.” She could no longer hold back her tears, hot salty water now streaming down her darkened cheeks. “You could have died because you wanted to show off to Yennefer because you want to fuck her…AGAIN” She cried, not caring if anyone outside the tent could hear her. Finally, Y/N looked up meeting Geralt’s golden eyes, rage boiling inside her. “I told you this was too dangerous and you didn’t listen, I told you that the Gin was a stupid idea and you didn’t listen. It almost cost Jaskier his life and now you’ve risked yours and everyone else’s because of a stupid witch.”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t.” Y/N growled. “Don’t speak I’m not finished”

“Yes, you are!” Geralt screamed stepping forward, grabbing hold of Y/N and shaking her. “You are done speaking to me as if you were my mother.”

“I am not speaking to you like a mother” Y/N counteracted, “I am speaking to you as someone who loves you!” Geralt’s grip loosened and Y/N took this opportunity to step back breathing deeply as she took in what she had just admitted. For a moment all was silent neither person wanting to be the first to speak. However, after minutes had passed in silence Y/N had decided that the silence was more torturous than speaking. Taking a shaky breath she gazed over to Geralt who had been eyeing the ground unblinking since the words had spilt from Y/N’s mouth. Thinking Y/N began to question if what she said had been the truth, did she love Geralt in the way both of them had been thinking for the past five minutes or was it a spur of the moment decision. Was it to make the man feel bad, or was it something that had finally bought itself up to the surface. It would explain her jealousy, why she had been so upset when she had looked through that window all those weeks ago and seen Yennefer in the place she thought she ought to be. Why when she thought back to the image of their lips touching almost bought her to tears. Why she had cried herself to sleep that night and why she had refused to talk to Geralt since, unless absolutely necessary. If she did love him, that would explain why she was so utterly terrified when it looked like he would fall to his death, and why the tears coming from her eyes refused to stop.

Looking up at the Witcher once more she had made her final decision and without a second thought wrapped her arms tightly around his middle. Hugging him so tight that it seemed almost impossible to let go. It took a moment, but soon Geralt had his arms wrapped around her, bringing her closer and burying his face in her neck. “You could have died today...” She whimpered against his chest.

“I know” he replied.

“You could have fallen...”

“I know”

“You could have died...and left me all alone”

“I know”

Y/N giggled, moving away from Geralt and wiping away her tears sniffling as she did so. “Stop saying that...” She said looking up to meet his golden eyes. “You could have died, and I would still be here. Without you.” her voice quivered. “And you don’t care.”

“I do care.” He said, voice soft.

“Then why did you...”

“Because I had to try Y/N,” he said. “I couldn’t let an innocent man fall to his death” he moved closer wrapping his arms around her once again. “I didn’t do it to impress Yennefer. Or anyone for that matter, I did it because I had to.”

“But I saw you...” Y/N stammered. “Through the window, after the Gin...” She gulped staring up at the man holding her. “You two were...”

“Fucking?” he asked. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I love her.”

“But...”

“No buts Y/N. It was nothing, it meant nothing”

Y/N nodded looking back at Geralt's leather-covered chest. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It is none of my business what you do with other women, but I want you to know that what I said is also true.” She sighed. “I love you...and not just in the way a friend does, or a member of one's family. But with my heart...I love you with all my hear Geralt and...” She could not finish for Geralt had lifted her chin upward and connected his lips to hers in one swift motion. The kiss was slow; gentle. But hiding a sense of urgency both people felt. Y/N bought her arms up to wind them around Geralt’s neck and pull him closer deepening the kiss, meanwhile, his hands made there way down to her waist holding her in place. The kiss ended all too soon for Y/N’s liking and she was about to protest when Geralt spoke.

“I have felt...something for quite some time now.” He said. “I didn’t know how to put it into words...and I still don’t” Y/N nodded listening. “I have tried to distract myself. But now I don’t think I can.”

“What are you saying?” Y/N asked.

“For now...all I am asking is if I can kiss you again.” Y/N nodded slowly as Geralt captured her lips with his once more turning the night into one of love and passion. And although it took a while for Geralt to say aloud what Y/N had already admitted both agreed it was worth the wait.

Neither one of them could be any happier.