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German. noun. the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 2196

Rating: E

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a/n: Reader Request: [Hey! Can you please write an oneshot where it’s set after the female reader and Jaskier get married and they have their first time having sex as a married couple..which brings out the discussion of whenever they thought about having children, and the reader revealing her insecurities about whenever Jaskier finds her beautiful not? Please and thank you!] omg so cute and fluffy i love it!!!

Tags: @whitewolfandthefox​ ​ @havenoffandoms​ ( Add yourself to my taglist here! )

Warnings: Filthy smut, but also fluff, oral sex, penetrative sex, discussion of pregnancy/having children

Reader and Jaskier have married, and they have a celebratory evening culminating in a discussion of the future.

Pairing: geralt x femme reader

Summary: Geralt is feeling beaten down by the world and finds comfort in the healing touch of his long-time friend and healer, (y/n). This is my first attempt at writing: a fanfic, a sex scene, a romance. I’m feeling pretty proud of this. Enjoy! 

Content notes: (possible) Angst, menstruation/period sex, smut, discussion of bigotry/microagressions, confused emotions, friendship sex, fluff.

Since I am new to the world of sharing the things that I write, please let me know if there are any content notes/warnings I may have missed, and I apologize in advance if I did miss anything. 

Word count: 2,694

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You sank slowly into the water letting its heat ease the ache in your hips and lower back. Reaching over the side of the basin, you grabbed a small handful of dried calendula flowers and added them to the bath water along with some lavender, a simple remedy to ease inflammation and tension. You inhaled deeply as the bathwater reconstituted the dried flowers, filling the air with relaxation and comfort. Striking a match, you lit the beeswax candle you always traveled with and rubbed a bit of jasmine essence around the rim next to the flame. Finally, you thought, civilization.

It had been a long few days of travel on rough roads in shite weather with little-to-no sleep and more monsters than expected, and while Geralt had successfully dispatched them to their next lives, there were always wounds that needed tending. With no herbs growing along the paths you took, your supplies had started running low. You let your mind wander, grateful for shelter and fire as the near-freezing rain patted against the window of your rented room. The last few days had been too damp to light a fire and cold had started to feel like a new normal. 

There was a knock at the door. “Um… y/n…”

You recognized the voice. “I’m bathing, Jaskier, what is it?”

Requested by @mindfullnoob​: Imagine another bard trying to steal your attention from Jaskier

“Are you impressed with his performance?” You glanced over as a man sidled up to you. From his attire, you guessed he was a bard like Jaskier.

“He impresses me every time.” You replied with a smile. You loved hearing Jaskier sing and play his lute. His voice was easily your favorite sound and you especially loved the songs he wrote about you. He made you feel loved when you heard them.

“High praise from a handsome man. I’m Valdo.” He introduced himself, offering his hand. You shook it and he quickly pulled it up to his lips. “If you think that man is impressive, you should hear me sometime. I dare say I could blow you away.”

“Is that so?” You asked, not really interested in the answer. You had eyes, and ears, for only one bard. Though, you were a lover of music so you were at least a little curious what this bard could do.

“Perhaps you would allow me to show you over drinks?” He suggested.

Before you even got the chance to answer, Jaskier came up next to you and you could tell he was already seeing red.

“There a problem here, love?” He asked, wrapping an arm around you.

“Not at all. Just meeting another bard.” You said, leaning into him a little in an attempt to offer him some reassurance.

“You know each other I take it?” Valdo interjected, looking a little peeved though he was trying to hide it.

“Oh didn’t I mention? Jaskier is the bard who won my heart.” You said, feigning innocence.

Valdo glared over at Jaskier.

“I see. Glad to know I didn’t waste my time on someone with such poor taste.” He spun on his heel and walked away. You felt Jaskier move to go after him but you caught hold of his shirt.

“Don’t. He’s not worth it. A head that big, I’m amazed he can hold it up.”

Jaskier smirked, glad to see you had clearly not been tempted at all by his rival.

“It really is large, isn’t it?”

“Far too big. I prefer a man with a large heart and the best singing voice in the land.” You assured him.

He smiled, then decided to ask, “does that mean if I lose my voice-”

“I’m gone. Gotta have the voice and the heart.” You teased. Jaskier pretended to pout.

“Well perhaps I need to get back out there and prove to you that my voice is the best then.” He suggested.

“You know I love to hear you sing.”

“Good. No talking to other bards while I’m gone.” He wagged a finger at you.

Home. That was what Kaer Morhen was, despite all the agony and anguish it had wrought him and Geralt was oddly keen to show Jaskier. Introduce him to the other witchers and maybe give back a little bit of the kindness and hospitality that Jaskier had always shown him. There was no anxiety from Jaskier’s part, no asking whether they others would like him, whether they would accept him and Geralt felt no need to tell him it was going to be okay. Because even if they others didn’t immediately take to Jaskier (not like Geralt could ever claim to have done so either), Kaer Morhen was big enough that they could minimise contact with the jealous idiots. After all, everybody ended up liking Jaskier, that was just the way things were.

Walking through the keep, Geralt took a deep breath, it smelled like it always had. He was home. They stabled Roach together and Geralt led them towards the kitchen where everyone had a tendency to gather.

“Geralt!” Someone called in joy and there were bodies rising as to greet him as Jaskier stepped into the kitchen one step behind. Immediately, the jovial greetings were silenced and there was a mad scramble for knives, swords and one enlightened buffoon grabbed some garlic.

“What is the meaning of this, Geralt?” The oldest witcher said, a sharp looking carving knife in his hand.

In front of Jaskier, Geralt was frozen, obviously confused by the sudden frosty reception. And the fact that Jaskier was hiding behind his back with a small “meep” didn’t help either. As the silence stretched, Jaskier risked a peek out from over Geralt’s shoulder and took in the knives still pointing at them. Well, him really but Geralt was kind of in the way.

“So this is a bit of a rude greeting,” he risked and the witcher holding the garlic growled.

“Did you bring us live bait for training? An incubus?”

Confused, Geralt peered around, trying to see where an incubus could be hiding. Eventually, his eyes settled on his travel companion. “No, just Jaskier.”

Content warning for: major character injury, loss of limb, lots of blood.

It wasn’t all that unusual for Geralt and Jaskier to part ways for a little while at times. Which was why it never occurred to Geralt that something might have been wrong when his path was silent for a few weeks. Yennefer had been there though, keeping him company with her own brand of social scorn. They were at a tavern, Geralt trying to pin down the person who put out the call for the contract while Yennefer got to wander through the town.

How the group got the drop on her was still beyond logic. One moment she was admiring some cloth that would make for a gorgeous, sleek dress and the next moment she was waking up cuffed, her magic suppressed and with a throbbing headache.

“They got you too, huh?” A familiar voice pulled her violently back into consciousness.

“Jaskier!”

“The one and only.” Jaskier really sounded far too cheery for someone who was also chained up. At least he looked whole with only the softest hint of bruising in faded yellows on his temple.

There wasn’t much they could do, Yennefer’s powers were bound, both of them were chained and without a hope of getting out. All they could do is talk, not even quietly at that given the distance they were from each other.

“Geralt will come, don’t worry.” Yennefer tried to reassure their bard but it only earned her a mildly worried “oh I hope not”. Which was never something she wanted to hear. While Jaskier didn’t know the ins and outs of it, he’d picked up enough to know that their captors were planning some kind of ritual and choice was involved.

Paths - Geralt x Reader Drabble

A/N: Butter my biscuit, I sure can! Feel better, lovely thing; know that the advice Geralt gives is so true. This is a lil’ AU (Geralt up in yo’ house; I bet he wears skinny jeans. Wait, do they make thicc skinny jeans?). Know that you are loved, and enough. Warnings: depression talk

You found it strange how the weight of nothing could pin you down like the wings of a caught butterfly on cork, exposing the frailty of your psyche behind a pane of glass for the bystanders in your life to examine. Your old sheets were worn soft by years of tumble-drying, and you thought of the churn of your laundry in a hot stink of soap and sadness. If only detergent could scour out the darkness tucked unrepentant in the cerebral folds of your mind. If only softener could blunt the edges of the knife-thoughts that sliced the meat of your moods. Rinse, repeat, you thought. That’s what life was becoming.

Master List

Here are links to my drabble/headcanon on Tumblr. My fics are all over on AO3 now, finally! 

Headcanons/Drabble (Geralt x You) - Newest to Oldest

Pushing Buttons (Smut)

Still (Smut)

Maybe He’s Born With It (Fluff/Humour)

Paths (Advice/Fluff/Hurt/Comfort)

Feral (Smut)

Playing With His Toys (Smut)

Misplaced (Fluff)

I Can Fix This (Angst)

The Best Idea (Fluff)

Geralt Takes Care of You (Fluff)

Eye of the Storm (Fluff)

To Tease, To Please (Smut)

Giving Geralt a Nickname (Fluff)

Looking After Geralt (Fluff)

Rescuing Geralt (Smut)

Sitting on Geralt’s Lap (Smut)

Headcanons/Drabble (Jaskier x You) - Newest to Oldest

Scream My Name (Smut Drabble)

Benefits and Bubbles (Smut)

Beneath the Milky Twilight (Fluff)

Headcanons/Drabble (Geralt x Jaskier) - Newest to Oldest

Vegas Baby Part One || Part Two (Fluff/AU/Crack)

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me (Smut Fluff Drabble)

The Spot (Smut Drabble)

Star Stories (Fluff)

Corners (Smut)

Tradition (Fluff)

Headcanons/Drabble (Other) - Newest to Oldest

Goat Dad Fluff Time (Eskel x Reader)

Crackfics

Damned - Witcher x Twilight Crossover (Humour)

Requests

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I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

Geralt: um

Yennefer: how many dogs equals one child. how about 10? 10 dogs.

Yennefer: how about 15? I can do you 15. 

Geralt: no.

Villain of the week: ??????

Geralt: oh good! Yennefer’s here

Jaskier, yelling through portal: hi Yennefer!

Jaskier: You talk to Roach and tell her you love her like, every night

like, the whole point the mage wants to make is that is to show Jaskier just how empty all those encounters actually leave him, cause when push comes to shove, not one of those people he bedded for a night can deliver the True Love’s Kiss that can save his life.

Cause, to add more drama, let’s say that in this version of the spell if he does not receive a TLK by a certain time, his sleep will become eternal and there will be no saving him, TLK or no

and let’s say Geralt spends a solid week trying to round up Jaskier’s previous bedfellows to see if there’s someone who per chance might have fallen in love with the bard during one of their trysts, even forces some of them at knife point to kiss his sleeping form, to no avail. And Geralt can see the way Jaskier’s skin turns paler and colder every day, his lively glow turning more unnatural with every hour that passes and he curses these people– because how could there not be at least one damn person in the entire continent who has fallen in love with Jaskier? Jaskier, who finds beauty and excitement in the most simple of things? Jaskier, whose singing could put any lark to shame (not that Geralt will ever admit this out loud)? Jaskier, who chooses to see the good in what most people would call horrible and monstruous?

How could no one have ever noticed how special, how precious Jaskier’s light was in this cold, dark world? Was everybody blind?

And in the last day, as Jaskier’s last sun starts setting, Geralt kneels defeatedly beside his bard’s bed and takes him in his arms, fiercely clutching him to his chest, apologizing for not finding his saviour, for failing him. He looks onto his prone form in his grasp, takes note of the eery beauty that befalls Jaskier as a consequence of the mage’s spell, making his skin impossibly fair, lips impossibly pink. Lying like that, so pliant, a relaxed expression on his face.. it almost looks as if he was only slumbering, to wake up at any moment and look at him once more with those cornflower blue eyes of his..

… and before he knows it, Geralt is pressing his lips to Jaskier’s, gently, firmly, trying to convey all his longing and despair into this union.. if only he could be enough to save him…–

They separate just as the last sunbeam is swallowed by the horizon. Geralt finds it fitting. This will be his life now, no light, no warmth. There is nothing that can console him now. He brushes a strand of hair from Jaskier’s forehead, preparing for the moment he’ll have to let him go, when the bard stirs.

A small sigh.

the time travel agency seamstress (that one Tumblr post) |  Karolina Żebrowska

Listen. If you don’t want a really, really long story full of angst and romance, skip this one. It’s rare for me to not write a fic in one go, but this one took me two days to bash out. I have no idea why; the idea teased me, and it just… went in a direction I didn’t expect. I borrow from the Witcher universe/games as always, but I also make shit up, so not canon, and I do refer to Jaskier as Julian in this fic because it makes sense. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And that someone actually reads it omg I must be stopped help. Not my gif.

Summary: You move to Toussaint and grow up with Julian. Your paths divide when you come of age, your fates seemingly never to meet again – but is there more to the mystery of the world than you know? Pairings: Jaskier/Julian x Reader. Geralt mention. Bunch of OCs. Warnings: Mentions of death. Mentions of smut. Kissing. Romance. Angst. Fluff. Patriarchal structures. Word Count: 18,576. NOT KIDDING ABOUT LONG. Tags: @persephonehemingway​ @xmother-mortemx​ @alwayshave-faith​ @alliyjane​ @stretchkingblog97​ @p3nny4urth0ught5​ @geeksareunique​ @didi0666​ @tigers-pat​ @asgardianangelo​ @thefangirlsblog​ @agniavateira​ @superkamigurudende​ @i-am-sarah​ @punkrogers-jerkbarnes​ @deansbbysblog​ @mary-ann84​ @khaleesi-provenance​ @locht3ssmonster​ @thatonesebstanfan​ @afterthenightprevails​ @saint-hardy​ @ayamenimthiriel​ @goldensilvan​ @hina-chans-stuff​ @salaveenas-personal-blog​ @elsassnowflake​ @msmimimerton​ @delightfully-anonymous​ @uncoolcloudyhead​ @buggy-blogs​ @magic-and-the-macabre​ @chook007​ - sorry if you’re tagged and Jaskier ain’t your jam. You know how lazy I am with tags.

Masterlist is here. If you’d like to support my efforts, you can do so here. Thanks for reading!

You were ten years old when your family moved from Ebbing to Toussaint, eager to claim a more neutral plot of land in Nilfgaardian territory. You were of ranking birth, the daughter of a Viceroy, and you were just about old enough to understand their concerns for moving – the politics involved – as well as their anxiety about moving. Toussaint was a place of wealth and abundance, and you were essentially relocating to the bottom of the social ladder. Your mother lectured you again and again on the long journey that you were to uphold your family’s good name, to be a lady (this she said with great emphasis), to abandon your bug-collecting and rough-housing in favour of needlework or singing or painting. As a daughter, your duty was to become a product to be sold when you came of age. Nobody wanted a girl with no accomplishments, a dirtied hemline, and scuffed knees. You’d promised your mother you’d try your best, bowed under the weight of parental expectation.

Unfortunately, you were only to keep that promise intact for approximately four hours upon arriving in Toussaint.

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 634 Rating: G Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak​ @whatevermonkey​ @mycat-is-mylove @mynamesoundslikesherlock​ @kemmastan​ @magic-multicolored-miracle​ @writingstudent​ @mlleecrivaine​ @coffee-and-stories​ @amirahiddleston​ @ultracolorfulnerdcollection​ @astouract​ @your-not-invisible-to-me @daydreamer-in-training @morelikebyesexual a/n: I hope that this gives some comfort and if you have lost someone yourself recently, I hope that you’re able to take the time you need to process and grieve. xo

Summary: You and Jaskier have been meeting wherever you both go, only to spend fleeting moments together before parting again, leaving you colder than ever. Just when you think you might lose hope forever, you see him again.

Requested By: @ultracolorfulnerdcollection

Request: Hi there, Could you write Jaskier x Fem reader when he falls in love, but true love like he never has before and the keep finding each other having to let go of eachother. And the last time they find each other they do something crazy because they would not be able to bear departing from each other anymore. (All the fluff in the world, enough space to add smut if you wished to). I hope it inspires you Thank youuu

A/N: I actually loved this request, because ever since watching the show, I’ve sort of seen the whole ‘connected by destiny’ thing as an almost soulmate(platonic or otherwise) concept, and Soulmate AUs are my favorite, so… I was really excited about this.

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AN/// I hope everything is correct cause I wrote this kind of fast and I’ve never tried this format before, so I hope you guys like it

Destiny was an interesting thing that strikes fear into the hearts of everyone on the continent

Jaskier had always believed in it, like most

He had heard the stories of destiny catching up with those who don’t listen to it and he saw firsthand what happened at the party of the Cintra

Sometimes his mind wandered to Geralt’s attitude towards fate. What will happen to his friend if he decides to ignore his child surprise?

He trusted the Witcher with his life and lute, but would he be powerful enough to stand against the stars?

After months of worrying about his friend, he started to worry about his own destiny

Was he destined to fame and love or heartbreak?

A companion to travel through life with, other than Geralt, or will he die alone?

But one day he was granted more answers than he had before

Jaskier had been with Roach as Geralt had gone off in the woods to hunt for a witch that he was commissioned to capture

He wasn’t supposed to kill her, but she had apparently skipped out on paying back a local shop for supplies she took

Dandelion thought he spotted something out of the corner of his eye

So naturally he went to go look at it

But nothing was there

Until something caught his eye again farther into the woods

After a while he was brought to a cabin

It was a quaint little place, that was in the middle of the woods, so he assumed it belonged to who they were looking for

The towns folk all said she was nice, but she rarely listened to humans or did what they asked, thus the need for the Witcher

Jaskier had knocked and was met with a kind, old face that welcomed him in

She had spouted nonsense until he had him sitting across from her at the table in the middle of the room

The woman had grabbed his hand and her eyes glazed over

“A warrior wallowing will wander into your arms”

“That’s quite the alliteration-.” Her hand clamped harder and his normal smile dropped from his face

“It’s just past tomorrow’s dawn where she has unknowingly been waiting. The siren will capture her heart just as her heart will capture the music man.”

Now, Jaskier had no idea what destiny was going to give him, or how he was going to recieve it, but he assumed this might be it

After his hand was released with a pat, the woman asked if he wanted some pie, to which he accepted

Geralt had busted through the door an hour later

“Jaskier.”

“Geralt, you are just in time. Margery was about to tell me about the ghoul that had tried to fight a griffin. Now, I couldn’t say if she is lying or not, but it has made for a great story.”

He hadn’t been really listening to what she had been saying, just as she never listened to any of the questions he had

He was too focused on the wording of her statement

Was he going to lose his destiny to a creatrue right after he fell in love with her?

That’s a shitty destiny

Geralt had gotten the lady to listen to him and they made their way back to Roach, then the town

It had taken most of the night to find their way back out of the forest

So by the time they had reached the tavern, the sun broke the tree line and basked the three of them in gold

And Jaskier was  excited

Because it was tomorrow’s dawn

But nothing came of it

He performed his heart out, but nobody stood out to him, and almost everyone in the room was married or was dissinterested in the man

A year past

He had forgotten about it, really

Until Geralt was injured and out of medicine and they had to stop in town, despite their original plan of traveling through the night

“Welcome to ‘Tomorrow’s Dawn’. ‘Ow can I ‘elp you?” The bartkeeper rasped

Despite the man’s tone, Jaskier was taken back to the woods and the old, kind woman

So Jaskier brushed him off, let Geralt tend to himself for once, and picked up his lute

He felt bad for Geralt having to deal with the man himself

But he had to know

He was in the thick of it, being more in tune with the audience more than usual

And that riled them up

People were dancing and singing along, but his attention was drawn to a figure plopping down in the corner of the room

The woman had dropped her hood to show a dirtied face

It looked as though this person had been in a recent fight, and her action of shouldering her broad sword off her back and onto the table helped furthure the assumption

She looked like a warrior

That’s when he noticed shining eyes focused soley on him

After he had finished the song, he pushed through people to get to her table

She put up the act of being bothered by his presence, but somehow

Somehow

He knew that she was lying, so he proceeded to sit

“You wouldn’t have been waiting, by chance, for something recently. Have you been?” Confusion struck her

“Yes?” There was a pause so she continued. “I was waiting to walk my friend home. It’s not safe outdoors at night by one’s self. As I expected, we had company. It was just past-.”

“Just past Tomorrow’s Dawn.”

“I mean, I guess it could be considered ‘just past’, but I was going to say the library. It’s more like a couple streets away, which holds many establishments in between, but sure. Just past.” Jaskier had let out a laugh at her sass, her playful attitude relieving him somehow

“And what could I call a hero like yourself?” She had also let out a small chuckle and a brief smile that had his heart doing flips

“I was merely being a friend. Y/n.”

The name had felt so right

“I’m-.”

“Jaskier. I know. I’ve heard of the Witcher and his famous bard. I must admit, the stories of your voice don’t give you credit. You could have easily been mistaken for a siren considering how wrapped up I was in your performance.”

Oh

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Summary: Being in love with a witcher is not easy, especially when comparing yourself to a beautiful sorceress.

A/N: This is an ongoing series that I’ve yet to decide how many chapters it’ll have. The taglist is open.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

notes: hi anon!  i’m sorry this took me seventy years - i am always and forever at the mercy of my brain and what catches its attention.  hopefully this is close enough to what you were looking for since i deviated a little bit!

(additionally! when doing even the vaguest hint of research for this i realized something i had always thought was a midsummer tradition for…everyone…is actually just something specific to russia/ukraine [which would be why my grandmother wanted me to know it] but also i’m often wrong so who knows.  either way it threw me lol.)

pairing: jaskier/female reader

rating: teen

word count: 3k

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Jaskier finds you by the riverbank just before midday.  You’re bedded down in the lush thickness of summer clover, sprawled indolently across the verdant carpet.  “Ah,” he says, settling down next to you.  “A four-leafed clover amidst the cloverbeds.  How lucky of me to find her.  Blessed for the rest of my days.”

You snort, shading your eyes so that you can peer up at him.

He grins down at you, his smile almost as bright as the sun that outlines him. “Too much?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you tell him.  You consider reaching up to sweep his chestnut hair back from his blue, blue eyes.  Lapis eyes, Lidka calls them, because she is a merchant’s daughter through and through.  She’s wrong, you think, but you hardly intend to tell her that Jaskier has eyes like a lake, the type of clear blue of a mountain spring, something fresh and pure.  You know when something is out of your reach.