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“Look at what’s happened to us Julek, we’ve become such a sorry state that even in war we are afraid.” It was clear disgust in the other’s eyes as Jaskier wiped the blood and gore from his eyes to view the man before him.
It was his face, his voice, but the eyes were not the eyes he had seen for a very, very long time.
“This is what I am now,” He chokes back, trying to keep the bile down.
The man - Julian - scoffed. “You. Yes, it is you Jaskier who is a feeble-minded man that allows those he loves to walk all over us, who flees when those he calls friends be slaughtered around him. It was our job to slaughter, to protect…”
“WELL I GOT TIRED OF IT!” Jaskier screamed, the power of his words ripping from the very depths of his soul. "I got tired of the scorn, the hate and the violence! It made me sick, sick to my stomach with how I was… how we were.”
A snarl tore from Julian’s throat as he stormed forward and grabbed Jaskier by the lapels of the coat, wilted buttercups being left in his wake, fanning out like fingers towards the frozen soldiers around them. “We were made for war, to fight!”
“But we were born from love… there is no love in death and violence.” Jaskier whispered back viciously, flinching as Julian laughed and dropped him, his slitted eyes glinting in the firelight.
The laugh continued as he sneered. “You forgot then.”
“What did I forget?”
A sharp smile tugged at Julian’s lips. “We fight because we love. Now get up Jaskier and Fight… our friends don’t need you… our friends need Julian of Kerack, the Fae Witcher of the Bears. NOW GET UP!”
In a blink Jaskier’s world trembled, the words piercing through him and shaking away the curse that held his human form. Memories upon memories pouring upon him like a tidal wave that left him immobilized and invigorated… Julian was right… here he can no longer be Jaskier the Humble Bard… no…
A feral snarl ripped free from his throat, the war raging around him unhindered again as he dodge the sword going for his throat, his hand and body moving on instinct, snapping the human’s arm with ease and twisting to toss it away to move to the next.
Yes… Julian of Kerack was indeed needed…
And oh was he pissed…
@0dde11eth what ya think?
Villainous One Shot
I decided to have some fun in with our favorite villain and hero. Â It can be read as a standalone or as part of the series.Â
Read it here.
Here’s a teaser:
“Well well well,” the stranger said with the dramatic delivery of a stage performer at a community theatre.  Jaskier would have been appalled. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“I’d say the same, but I have no idea who you are.”
The man looked startled by the lack of pleading or alarm, but he rallied quickly.  “They call me the Furnace….because I intend to burn this city to the ground.”
For a moment, Geralt could only gape at him and wait for him to explain that this was some elaborate prank.  The man–the Furnace–continued to stare back at him, posing like he was on the front of some magazine.  Was he, was he fucking wearing lipgloss?
“Please, tell me you aren’t serious.  I’m not calling you that,” he said, trying to keep his voice even.  “Did the press give you that name or did you pick it out yourself?”
The Furnace frowned at him.  “What do you mean?”
“That’s the stupidest fucking name I’ve ever heard.”  Something close to a giggle slipped out and he gritted his teeth against the urge to lose all control.  Jaskier was going to have a field day with this.  He just had to make sure Lambert never found out that he was kidnapped by this idiot. “Tell me you didn’t already claim credit for trying to kidnap me.”
Free to Feel Again
Like Real People Do
I blacked out and woke up with this fic. Idk y’all. The bog man took over? lol this is part of the 1k celebration!
Warnings: murder, minorshock, hiding a body, burning clothes, getting rid of identifying marks, really what do yall expect, I’m in this fandom for more than just the cute gay love. I was a SPN girl. I consume true crime like it’s a job. and have you listened to this song? its DARK okay? i love it. it ends cute though!Â
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Jaskier was a puzzle to Geralt. Enticing and beautiful and confusing at times, but also simple and plain in his emotions. He was to be protected. Geralt was the half of their whole that needed convincing he was worthy of the love so freely given, and he never seemed to question it. He didn’t need to.Â
Until he made a mistake. Until he cut down the wrong person and his hands were once again stained with the blood of an innocent pawn in someone else’s games.Â
Jaskier took over, digging the hole, stripping the clothes off the body, checking it for tattoos and interesting birthmarks just in case the grave was found too early, all while Geralt stared at him in horror. The bard moved with urgency and practiced ease.Â

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Jaskier accidentally discovers a herbal combination that zaps a Witcher's strength. He dumps it into the pottage one evening for "flavour" without thinking twice. The deer is so fatty and the stew so salty, Geralt's advanced senses are a little overwhelmed and he fails to note it.
Later that night, Geralt can barely lift his head. His eyes are blown wide, his skin warm and sensitive to the touch. It doesn't take Jaskier long to notice, and well... It would be a shame not to make the most of it.
Warnings: non-con, use of drugs, gaslighting. Jaskier is manipulative and cruel. DDDNE.
🥀Echoes {26/30}
Flowers Of Evil Masterlist
Pairings: Geralt x f!reader x Jaskier, Shelley x f!reader
Summary: Justice has finally caught up with Shelley...
Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, torture, pain, blood, guns, knives, degrading language, threatening language, dismemberment, death
Word Count: 2.3k
New Story!
My first chapter of my super villain Jaskier story is now up on Ao3! Â You can read a true enemies to lovers tale with Villainous now.
Here’s a teaser:
Thumbing off the safety, Jaskier yanked the door open and felt a thrill of surprise burn through him at what awaited him.
Geralt of Rivia lay bleeding on his front porch.
“Well, well,” Jaskier purred, leaning against the door jam.  “Who do I have to thank for this gift?”
The leader of the Witchers looked to be suffering from a gut wound that left dark rivulets dripping down his muscular forearms.  He wasn’t wearing the dark uniforms Vesemir’s army were so fond of and there was no sign of the swords he typically preferred to fight with.  Jaskier tilted his head to look past him for any sign of the other heroes that usually accompanied Geralt, adding to the growing sense that something had gone terribly wrong.
Stranger still was the dazed expression on the hero’s face as he looked up at Jaskier.  There was none of the haughty disdain or furious judgement that typically tempered their interactions.  This version of Geralt looked like he was barely managing to remain upright.  He looked like he’d barely managed to drag himself away from whatever had broken him so perfectly.  He was shivering, bleeding, scared.
Sweat dripped down the side of Geralt's face into his matted hair and onto the dark t-shirt he wore. Â Any other day, Jaskier might have been thrilled to see the warrior in such a state of undress and injury.
Geralt stared up at Jaskier and he had a shocked moment to realize Geralt was about to pass out.  “...didn’t know where else to go…”
Then his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed.