A monster amongst men

The scenes play out

Again and again

Swords of silver

Blades of steal

And just so

these worlds seal

Our fate

To denote what is real

A man amongst monsters

You wish they would call you anything but

To them it is like

asking a river to run uphill

To draw reason from lies they cannot -

Take the bitter pill that is knowing

That a wolf of their world

Eyes wild gold and glowing

Could be

the better man

My dearest love

What a joy it is to see

That the man I know you to be

Who slays the monsters of this world

Man and beast alike

Could never walk away

Nor flee from a fight

As the weak and needy suffer

Your blade of silver

Allows us to muster

Hope in ways the world is left to only wonder

How a wolf

The monster and the man

Could save us in ways

That no hero within history can

The myths that shroud you in shadows

That brew within your breast the deepest of sorrows

And such is it

That the world is left to wonder

How the wolf

That was known to tear so many life’s a sunder

Thought to care only of coin

Of his plunder

Can emerge closer to the old gods

Of the wild storms and thunder

So it is,

My dearest love

That the monster burried deep within

Is the answer to it all

The only true way this world can win

Perhaps this love and devotion

Will be read as a form of sin

To which I say

May the devil take me in

To his deepest pits

Within

For nothing will change the truths I know

That the white wolf

Who did crarve his way within the world

Became more than stray pieces of gold

A hesitant hero

The fandom overwhelmingly underestimates Jaskier. Yes he is a sweet flower child but please consider: Things we don’t see - Jaskier is a university educated boy who is an actual professor. He is smart and strong. He has had a whole life already. He is also hiding many many things. Jaskier is a name he uses for a reason friends. He protects himself on the road allll the time. He doesn’t travel with Geralt constantly and always does just fine. In the books and games it’s common knowledge that you don’t fuck with him.

He also knows Geralt better than ANYONE else ever. I don’t think he has an issue with Yen as such. I think he worries that Geralt makes really bad decisions around her, which scares the living shit out of him. If Yen treats Geralt right it’s fine. But that’s the issue, to him, she doesn’t. She will always mean broken hearts and Geralt being angry and not knowing how to cope. So once the pain begins to settle Jaskier knows this.Also Jaskier understands Yen’s love for Geralt as well as the damn stress do loving someone who hates themselves as much as Geralt does. The two will be friends later in the series. They already are in some ways. They just bicker which is very them.

Jaskier knows that Geralt needs time, that Geralt will hate himself for what happened, but he’s a bear with a thorn in his paw and he needs time to heal before they can come together once more. Their love is the kind that is so much more than a simple argument. Of course it hurt to hear that shit from Geralt, but I think what hurt the most was seeing the pain that poured from Geralt. That he knew Geralt was trying to reach out to him while also pushing him away because he believes he doesn’t deserve love. It’s part of why Jaskier opened up to him earlier. So he threw all the acid he had at Jaskier, because that scared him too. Jaskier is smart, he knows how to deal with Geralt, he knows that his moods shift like the tides, when to push him, to make him laugh and when to shut up and give the man space because Geralt and feelings are not something that work super well together.

Look at the way he talks Geralt through everything in the bath scene. That’s why I have watched it SO many times. It’s not that it’s GAY tm. It’s the perfect explanation of their relationship. Jaskier spends a lot of time and energy reminding Geralt just how worthy of love he is, it’s why he writes the damn songs. It’s why when he sees what the the title ‘the butcher’ does to him he works his amazing ass off to change it. Jaskier looks after Geralt with a practiced ease that the two have settled into so many years ago. The two have a balanced relationship, but they are both people with lots of flaws and it leads to problems. That’s the realist shit out there when it comes to love. Jaskier is doing all he can to help Geralt but in the long run he knows that if Geralt refuses to accept that he can be loved Jaskier can’t push it down his throat.

I know everyone is sad about what happened, but you need to also give Jaskier way more credit. Yes he starts out as a silly young man, but he grows with Geralt and he is very emotionally intelligent and loves this man in so many ways. Geralt has Ciri to find, Jaskier knows this, he has destiny thumping at his door that he tries to turn away from over and over again. But that same Destiny has bound the two of them since day one. Geralt met Yen because of Jaskier. He has Ciri because of Jaskier FFS. He knows they will come back to one another. Sure it hurts, sure Geralt was a total asshole, but their love is way too strong for something like that to break them. If Geralt had acted any other way it would have honestly been weird. Geralt is a very reactionary person, so Jaskier would know it was coming. Hence why he doesn’t scream and yell back. He takes things as they are and knows to wait for the tides to turn once again.

New modern Au wholesome idea because I am trash

Jaskier is an interior designer who is asked to help create an amazing new space for Yen, who has brought her oldest and best friend Geralt in to help with some architecture (mainly just to make sure anything that’s moved isn’t on a load bearing wall ect) and also to restore/build a bunch of stuff for the house.

Geralt sources everything himself, restores it by hand, builds stuff from reclaimed timber and all sorts of weird stuff Jaskier is amazed at him finding.

They drive each other a little nuts, Geralt has such a love for all things old and Jaskier needs at least some new things in the space, some colour, some damn wall paper pleaser. There is only so much exposed brick anyone can take. The quiet man drives him up the wall, but he also has ways about him that Jaskier can’t ignore.

The way he handles everything with such care. How his strong arms shift beneath his shirt as he brushes a gentle hand across a freshly sanded piece of wood, his eyes liquid amber, the sensation of a job well done sitting between them like honey made warm by the sun. Jaskier tongue feels heavy with it, his mind a little muddled. The man for all his silence and stoicism is sort of beautiful.

And sure Jaskier loves a good thrift find, to reclaim when possible, but it’s rare you get to design a home for one of the most extra Sorceresses in the land. Yet Geralt helps him find a balance and perhaps Geralt doesn’t mind the velvet so much when Jaskier has him pressed against some large swatches on his work bench, asking his opinion as a thinly veiled guise to get a little too close. The two men seem to orbit one another, getting so close and then never quite close enough. Geralt doesn’t trust himself and Jaskiers not sure why this one seems to matter so much.

As they construct the home it becomes more and more theirs, as months go by the project melds as the two grow closer. Jaskier laughing as Geralt installs the shower with the wrong tape and they both end up saturated, Jaskiers fingers spread across the Geralt’s sculpted stomach, his eyes tracing scars he doesn’t dare to ask about. Though later, wrapped in blankets in the room Jaskiers taken over to store soft furnishings, sometimes naps in and now uses to make out with Geralt at times. Geralt tells him stories of his past. Of monster hunting, of a world he a Yen fought for save and lost. Of the amazing young woman, their daughter, who saved them both, who helped them hold onto hope.

Geralt’s been working in the business for a long time now. It feels good to work with his hands. To create after so many lifetimes of killing. He’s fucking good too, for someone who doesn’t really care about fashion or washing the saw dust and natural wood oil from himself, he knows colour and tone. He knows how to bring the home to a space, be it large and industrial or small and bare. He can’t remember when he had started looking for a place that felt like home, just that he began to find it as he helped other people create there’s.

He rides a motorbike, who shares a name with his cat, a brown grump named roach. His own home, which Jaskier ends up at somewhat by accident. Worried about Geralt’s health after the Witcher disappeared for a week (ended up being a werewolf outbreak in a city nearby). Yen leave the two idiots to figure it out and Jaskier turns up with chicken soup and heat packs to find Geralt sewing his own stitches and bleeding onto his amazing floorboards. The rugs under his bare feet are worn but comfortbale, the space smells like firewood, old leather and natural wood oils. There’s a hint of camomile and when Jaskier goes to fetch them both a drink he finds Geralt has a pantry stocked with drying herbs and something akin to an apothecary.

As the house begins to come together and their work time wears thin, Jaskier Finds it harder and harder to create excuses to come over to Geralt’s. Geralt has no idea how to just invite him, which should be easy, but part of Geralt isn’t sure why Jaskier would even want to continue their rather casual relationship after the house is done. Yen had filled him in more than once of Jaskiers many affairs, being a rather famous designer he had his fill of companions of all kinds. Geralt was a quiet old grump, he didn’t want to drink champagne and go to fancy parties. He liked nights spent sanding wood and tidying his workshop.

In the end Jaskier commissions as table from Geralt, for a home Jaskier is yet to truly own. Having travelled so much, he lived out of hotel rooms and friends mansions. But Yen’s home made him realise just how much he was missing. Jaskier orders the piece under a fake name, he hadn’t seen Geralt in months at this point and as Jaskier wanders into his studio, pushing his ridiculous sunglasses into his hair, his fingers sliding across the beautiful wood of the table Geralt had begun to build for him he smiled, skidding to sit in the edge.

‘You didn’t need to hire me to have a conversation, I do own a phone.’ Geralt grumbled, eyes flickering away, trying as hard as they could to hide the smile that glittered within them. Jaskier laughed, reaching out to drag Geralt to him by his belt loops.

‘But where’s the fun in that? Plus you promised to show me a good lathe if I recall correctly.’ His thumb pressing against Geralt bottom lip as he moved to scowl at the bad pun, laughter deep within both of their chests. ‘What better place to show me than on the table you’re going to build for us?’

‘Us?’ Geralt asked, his voice strangely small and quiet. The word meant so much, how could something so small command so much power.

Jaskiers eyes are bright as he smiles and nods, leaning in to brush his lips gently across Geralt’s. ‘We’ve been workmates, friends, Friends with rather delightful benefits, something more and for a little too long something less, I think it’s about time we try and see how we work as a proper team.’ He explained, hands flapping around the two of them as he explained himself rather excitedly. Geralt’s calloused fingers threaded through Jaskiers, bringing them down to still between the two of them.

‘All you had to do was ask’ he murmured, taking the final step to close the space between them. Leaning in to press their foreheads together just so. It still seemed odd to him that this beautiful social butterfly would want to settle down with an old wolf like himself. But Yen was, as always right, you could never be sure of what another needed, usually until it fell into you very own lap.

Geralt is sent to watch over Jaskier a Mythology teacher at Oxford.

I am putting this up to see if people even want me to bother with it so 🤷🏻

He’s so impossibly beautiful it makes the wolf’s heart ache. His glasses slipping down his delicate nose, brown curls an utter mess because he’s been running his hands through it idly for hours now. Geralts been watching the man for a few weeks now. He’s a suspected target, a fancy word for, this pretty boy is bait. Oxford is a rather pleasant place to camp out, considering some of the places Geralt has been lately, watching a beautiful professor for days on end inside fire warm rooms, indulging himself in the mans chamomile and honey sweet scent. He’s counting himself lucky.

Jaskier naturally had no idea about any of this, he’s been a professor of mythological studies for a few years now. While his subject matter covers a lot of rather dangerous cases, he’s never come close to being in actual danger. His battles are read in the depths of the library, not out in the wilds like some of his friends who chose to do field work studies. For one it would mean Jaskier would have to give up his fine easier costs, suits and wonderful jumpers and no thank you. He was all too fond of his wardrobe. Jakier likes his life, his students are a dream to teach, eating up his every word, the paper he’s been writing is coming along nicely and if he plays his cards right he may just romance the new library assistant into an evening of fine wine. With the protection of the college mages he believes his teachings on the more recent occurrences of occult magic and their capabilities of conjuring dark entities will bring him no harm. The poor boy couldn’t be any less wrong.

Yen is the one who get’s Geralt the job, she’s been freelancing for oxford for a while now, with the rise in varying schools of magic over the recent years the way her order works has had to adapt. Almost no one stayed at a post for too long, with Witcher’s on the decline and unknown magics raging war around the world Yennefer and her fellow mages had their hands full. Geralt himself had been overwhelmed with work as of late, for once the idea of protection duty actually sounded nice. Though the dark creatures that he was tasked with protecting Jaskier from rather took away from the holiday like experience Oxford otherwise promised.

The campus was crawling with magical beings, many the kind that were simple pests Geralt wouldn’t mind swatting, however the rules of the damn college gave the creatures safe passage. The students and teachers studied them and as payment the creatures were given a safe space to reside. They had a Kelpie in the lake for fucks sake. Though when Geralt had visited it, he was glad to see that it seemed entirely uninterested in eating him, though it was delighted to meet roach. Things were going oddly well for a solid month of Geralt's protection duty, during winter Witcher’s tended to return to their training grounds, while Geralt no longer followed such traditions he did tend to leave the wilds when the frosts set in. Getting paid to stay indoors with fires and good food wasn’t something he was going to complain about anytime soon. The people at the college were perfectly pleasant, watching Jaskiers classes were in general rather amusing, the mans love for his subject matter was highly evident as his excitement bubbled from him in every lesson. It was rather endearing really, the way his ocean blue eyes would light up at a particularly tricky question posed to him by a student. When the man wasn’t teaching he tended to be stuck in dusty corners of the library or in his own quarters, frantically writing and reading. That wasn’t to say Jaskier was a saint, no, Geralt had spent many a night watching the gorgeous young thing drinking at the university tavern, chatting up men and women alike, he was rather popular, though on more than one occasion Geralt had helped Jaskier escape a jealous partner who had gone after Jaskier for dipping his hand into someone else’s box of sweets. He was discreet of course, Jaskier had no idea he had a guardian angel, if Geralt had it his way he never would.

That was the thing with a world of Monster and chaos, one rarely got their way and so it was that half way through a presentation on a collection of relics Jaskier had surprised the head of his faculty with, that Jaskier almost fell prey to a corrupted Jorogumo. The Yokai was clever, she had masked herself well, with the scent of magical creature so thickly wound into the damn campus Geralt had needed to use his other senses to detect his prey. As the pretty woman beside him burst open, enormous spiders legs unfurling from her back, an inhuman scream tearing from her lips, Geralt was already pushing Jaskier behind him, barking a ‘FUCK OFF’ to the other equally shocked staff as they scrambled to get out of the way and escape.

Jaskier’s eyes went wide as Geralt, his silver hair flashing in the twilight, stood over him, his silver sword slashing through the air before him. “Stay close” he growled at Jaskier, before he dodged to the side, drawing the woman’s poison oozing mandibles as far from Jaskier as he could. While Jorogumo were a bit of a handful on a good day, a corrupted one was something all together, Geralt’s eyes flooded black as he side stepped another attack, the glass bottle in his hand smashing across the floor. She moved with a grace that Geralt would have admired if she wasn’t trying to kill him. There was so much to watch with this kind of creature. Her objective was to capture Jaskier with her web, something she could do even while bound in combat. Geralt was fast, casting signs to push her back, his teeth gritting as he met her claws with his blade, the dark magics within her allowing her exoskeleton to act more like armour. He would have to be clever, to strike the woman’s body, hanging in the middle of it’s form. In the end it was Jaskier who allowed him to make the fatal blow. As he and the creature went toe to toe, parrying each blow, crushing one another into the ancient stone of the hall, Jaskier had scuttled back to gather his bags, inside he kept several potions, which, if mixed just so could be of use for such situations. While he wasn’t a trained fighter, he wasn’t foolish enough to study monsters without any form of protection.

“HIRUMI!” Through the haze of his potion Geralt blinked as the creature slowed, dropping him as she turned towards Jaskiers a feral grin spreading her too wide mouth into a horrifying expression, her long teeth red with blood. Jaskier had poured a potion of some kind all over himself, the scent drew as Geralt's senses for a moment, he felt the beast within him shift, his nose raised to the air, the man's scent utterly intoxicating. He really was making himself bait. He had used a scenting spell that made it near impossible for magical beings to resist him. In her haste to get to her prize, the creature lost her footing, allowing Geralt a moment to strike, one he took with precise action, slicing through the soft space between her front legs, dragging himself up as she began to rear back Geralt let out a growl as he watched Jaskier run forwards, drawing the woman’s attention once more, as Geralt pressed his blade through her heart. The creature collapsed upon the two men, coating them in black acrid blood, pinning them to the stone flagstones.

As Jaskier panted, a gentle groan emerging from his chest as he pushed one of her legs from him, he turned, looking as Geralt through smashed glasses, “Suppose this is about as good a time as any to introduce myself?” Geralt gave the young man a grunt in response, pushing the dead carcass from his sword. Once on his feet he pulled Jaskier up, pulling at his clothing to check for wound marks. “Or you could manhandle me, that’s fine too. You know if you want to know if I am inured you could just ask?” Jaskier chimed, black blood dripping onto his cheek as Geralt's hands stilled, his thumb settling over a red mark towards the back of Jaskiers neck. “When did you get this?” Geralt growled, cursing under his breath as he looked at the wound site.

“Oh that? Sometime yesterday? Hirumi was helping me unpack the relics I was… oh.” Jaskier stopped, his eyes going wide as he looked over the obliterated room around them. “The Relics! There are utterly destroyed! Fuck, they were on lend from Cambridge. They are going to have an utter field day, it been hard eno-.” “JASKIER.” Geralt interrupted, drawing Jakiers gaze back to the man who’s strong hands were fisted in his jacket. “Yes well see it’s just a little bug bite, when you deal with old books and relics you can’t help but end up with creepy crawlies.” He admitted, watching as the dark color in Geralt's face slowly began to retract.His eyes shifting from black to gold. Realising all too late that he was in the presence of an actual Witcher.

“That’s why I couldn’t smell her.” Geralt cursed, glancing over his shoulder before he slid his sword back into its hilt and started to make his way towards the door, Jaskier in tow. “Shouldn’t we do something about that?” Jaskier squeaked, glancing over his shoulder as part of the ceiling rained down onto the dead monster. “Your people have people ready for this kind of thing, we need to get you to a mage.” Geralt growled.

5 ‘mistakes’ and the one time its anything but.

1- The tavern has a well stocked and it’d been a good night, a really good night. Jaskier’s songs had only grown in popularity, he’d even tried out some new tunes and gotten quite the reception. The drinks were flowing. Mostly for once, on Jaskiers coin, many patrons happy to toss a coin to the silver tongued lark and his brooding Witcher. The women were wondrous, several crowded into the space with the two men, giggling at Jaskiers inflated tales and mooning over Geralt’s brooding silence. It was as he has promised in the past, women and wine. There had been food, but Jaskier was a little too drunk to remember if it was any good at this point.

‘Once again Geralt, I bring you women and wine!’ He sung, wininking at his quiet friend, happy to see the tense lines of his fave smooth a little with the ease of a woman in his arms.

After many tankards of ale and a little red wine, the group giggled away, their fingers already toying with the many laces and buttons that held Jaskiers fancy doublet together, suggested ‘Why don’t we play a little game boys? Help us decide who gets to bed who?’ Jaskier grinned, his cheeks pink with drink and arousal as he nodded in agreement, mostly ignoring the way Geralt looked the other way and said nothing in a silent protest. An ancient pack of cards was drawn from one of the many wenches belts and the queen of Hearts was presented. The game was easy enough. Pass the card from one player to the next. Keeping it against your lips via suction, each time the card was dropped the group drank as the person who dropped the card kissed the one they were supposed to pass it onto.

All went well, drinks were thrown back, people laughed and each man kissed several women, rather enthusiastically. However as the last rping was played and the card slipped Jaskier felt time slow, his eyes watched as it tumbled onto the table between them, the girls cheering, the one in Geralt’s lap slapping his shoulder gently, as if chiding him for ‘cheating’. Jaskier felt the golden gaze rest heavy on him as his fingers, shaking a little, surely from all the drink, fumbled for the card. ‘Well this won’t be fun for uh, anyone. S-surely the beautiful creature seated in your lap should have the honour.’ Jaskier stumbled, his voice going a little high as he tried to finish, watching as the girls began to tease and refuse. After all several of them had kissed one another, how was this any different?

Jaskier couldn’t meet his eye, it wasn’t until he felt the strong fingers beneath his chin that he drew in the sharp breathe he hadn’t been aware he had been holding. Geralt’s fingers were calloused but gentle, guiding their mouths together as the girls all whooped in excitement, egging they two on. Geralt tasted of liquor and the too sweet tang of woman, but then, as Jaskier felt his lips part, as Geralt shifted a little, drawing him closer, the screams of delight from the women around them were deafened. All he could hear was his own heart in his head, tripping over itself, beating impossibly fast. The strangely tender nature of the kiss felt so wonderfully right.

He could taste the road on him now and things that were unmistakably Geralt. Camomile and pine, leather oil and the tang of steal. As Geralt drew back Jaskier took a moment longer before opening his eyes, blinking a little as one of the women ran her fingers through his hair, chattering beside him.

It wasn’t as if the two men hadn’t shared a room before in which they had both had women. Neither were rich and when the needs were true what did it matter? But this was different. Jaskier watched Geralt as the girl crawled deeper into his lap, making quite a show of it all, murmuring something in his ear as Jaskier watched on, unable to meet his eye and yet, as Geralt watched him he felt pinned beneath the gaze. He could still feel those strong fingers ghosting across his skin. He reached out for the closest woman, a laugh drawn from his lips at whatever she had said, assuming she was trying to be amusing, her lips already seeking the tender flesh of his neck. Their display had sent the women into something of a frenzy, the two other women were putting on something of a show themselves, something Jaskier would usually relish and yet, even as those clever fingers of his woman for the evening found their way beneath his belt, as he took her in his this time, private room upstairs, he was unable to shake the taste and feel of his white wolf from his sense.

Bond! Witcher with

Jaskier being Q the tech boi who ends up coming along on missions and ‘oh god what is happening?!?!’ but also ‘I need to record this for my blog holy shit’ ‘you got mad at me for leaving the lid of an exploding pen behind but you are live streaming this right now?’ ‘The lid was made of a rare space metal and had a tracking device in it. Plus this is an encrypted server. I’m not showing the world Wolf, I’m not stupid.’

Geralt ruins everything Jaskier makes but is apologetic most of the time, in his own way. He often steals other tech if he can, which doesn’t exactly help Jaskier for the most part. But he knows his wolf’s heart is in the best place.

Yen’s a technomancing freelance from Geralt’s past who makes jokes about his adorable new sidekick, but the two become fast friends.

Ciri’s studying at uni, though she plans to join the secret service herself. She discovers Geralt and Jaskier together when she comes home for the holidays a few days early and Jaskier is trying to tape a bullet wound shut while Geralt grumbles about it not being that bad. Ciri just gets her dad a beer and leaves Jaskier with some cold salty water to soak the blood out of their clothing. It’s noting she hasn’t seen before and she misses her damn GF who is still working in London.

Jaskier loves his job and Geralt makes it a lot harder, especially when he’s too light on intel and leaves Jaskier with nothing to put in his reports. When he grunts in response to questions about how things worked in the field or just hums because he has two modes, mildly pissed or ready to murder and neither leaves room for actual langague. Yet somehow through it all he grows fond of Geralt. He sits up for nights on end when they don’t hear back. Annoys the shit out of Yennefer and in the long run ends up just going on the damn missions with Geralt because the gear isn’t going to fix itself and why Jaskier can’t shoot a gun, he can make basically anything into a bomb and Geralt proves more than once that he can gee Jaskier the fuck out of a bad situation if needed.