Vorfreude

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.

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Healing Touch

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?”

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“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.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Just Jaskier

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.”

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Silver Tongue and Silver Hand

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.

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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.

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Witcher Drabble

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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!

AU where instead of trying to cure her infertility Yennefer just goes around saving random people’s lives and invoking the law of surprise bcos she figures sooner or later it’ll net her a baby. she hasn’t got one yet but she has amassed about 2 dozen dogs so she’s doing pretty well for herself.

1) after a while her habit of swooping in at the last minute to save the day gets her a rep as a legit superhero. she’s like ‘no you don’t understand. I Am Not Nice. I’m doing this for very selfish reasons - stop praising me you don’t get it’

2) ‘I’m starting to think that destiny must be a real thing. there’s no other explanation for how many of my surprises are dogs. destiny is real and destiny wants me to have dogs for some reason.’

Okay but her doing this beFORE Geralt does it and when she finds out that he only had to invoke the law of surprise ONCE to get a baby she goes absolutely feral on him. Just dead silent, furious, finally starts pulling off her jewelry like, “bard, hold my earrings.”

Yennefer: actually can I trade your child surprise for some of my dog surprises

Geralt: um

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

Geralt: I don’t think this is how the law of surprise works

Jaskier: Geralt’s child surprise is a princess so I’d say she’s worth at least 20 dogs

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

Geralt: no.

Jaskier: but Geralt…. so many puppies Geralt

*a portal opens. dozens upon dozens of dogs come spilling out, racing around and clearly having a great time*

Villain of the week: ??????

Geralt: oh good! Yennefer’s here

Jaskier, yelling through portal: hi Yennefer!

Villain of the week: ????????????????????????

“It’s one human baby, Geralt. How much could it be, like 10 dogs?”

I looked it up because I was curious and apparently instead of accidentally becoming a mother you could accidentally acquire a mother and I love the idea of invoking the law of surprise and accidentally getting a new mom

Oh my goodness yennefer getting a surprise mum is an INCREDIBLE concept. Galaxy brain. I love it.

what if a mage decided to punish Jaskier for his promiscuity by casting the sleeping beauty spell on him, believing there will be nobody to wake Jaskier up from his sleep because there is no one that actually loves him?

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.

Cornflower blue meets burning amber once again.

Hey op can I have more please? It’s for science.

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

Be Good To Me - Jaskier x Reader OS

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.

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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.

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fortune!! this is so lovely and yearning!!!  oddly though i love the spacing of their time together, even though it hurts to think of all the years that were lost, but there’s something so satisfying about them coming together again.  and i love that we just see the start of them working their way through the change and all that comes with that many years apart.

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Freedom

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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Imagine being Jaskier’s Destiny

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

Masterlist I have a few more Jaskier fics you should check out!

In need of healing Masterlist

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

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