shining in your light (a knight, my love, a knight)

Summary: Jaskier's days as a single man are numbered. With family obligations knocking at the door and no escape in sight, he knows he will soon be forced to marry.

Things are further complicated when he meets a beautiful, brown-haired witcher by chance in a tavern one night.

Jaskier/Eskel | Rated: M | WC: 3k+ | CW: coarse language, implied sex

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A (very) belated Witcher Writers Winter Gift Exchange 2022 (@witcherficwriters) fill for @matrixfairy! I hope you enjoy, friendo, and sorry it's so late!

Also on AO3! I anticipate at least two more chapters, if not three, to finish everything up.

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When he was younger, Jaskier imagined life to be a fairytale.

Grand adventures, beasts to be slain, and knights in shining armor. 

“Yeeugh,” the man groaned out from the tavern floor where he’d stumbled before him, covered in mud and smelling of horse dung. 

Real life never was quite like he imagined it would be.

i love this scene between scian and merwyn because merwyn is literally giving a speech about herself

[Scian enters, leading Fjall by a chain around his wrists. They are flanked by two of Eredin's guards.] [Merwyn notices Fjall entering over Avallac'h's shoulder and is immediately uninterested in their conversation.] Merwyn, dismissively, to Avallac'h: Leave us. [Scian leads Fjall and the soldiers up to Merwyn proudly. Merwyn has a soldier bring her Soulreaver. Scian stares at it longingly.] Merwyn, inspecting Soulreaver: Soulreaver. One of father's favorite prizes. Had this been another time, I'd have returned this to you. [Scian is shocked and lunges forward.] Scian: No-- Soldier: Stay there. [Fjall, confused, begins growling.] Merwyn: But these are new days. A bright future lays ahead; regretfully, not for you. [Merwyn flings Soulreaver onto the floor. Scian is held with a sword at her neck by one of the guard.] Merwyn: You're a sellsword and Ghost Tribe. So you see why I can't let you go. [Scian is shaking with rage, a muscle twitching in her jaw.] Scian: You… will honor our agreement. Merwyn, cockily: Honor? Well from the legends that I've read, your Ghost Tribe was honorable above all else. And yet here you are, a betrayer, sellin' out your fellow warriors for a bit of metal! A disgrace to your ancestors. Scian, murderously: I'll skin you alive. Merwyn: Take her to the square. Behead her with the sword she betrayed her friends for! Scian: I'll haunt you for eternity. [Scian is grabbed by the hair and pulled backwards with a sword at her throat. She does not flinch, continuing to stare at Merwyn.] Merwyn: And place her head on the city gates as a warning to malcontents. Scian: May your womb rot, and your name be forgotten. [Scian is turned around by a soldier and led away. Merwyn looks on, bewildered and hollow. She looks at the ground.]

i'm totally normal about this scene between meldof and callan

Meldof: It's torture. You lot aren't made for taking this much pain. [Meldof passes Callan her pipe.] Callan: Elves can take a lot more than a dwarf can. That's a well-known fact. Meldof: Ah! Fact. Eleven fact. [She stares pointedly at Callan. He hears her meaning, glances over at her.] Meldof: We've been taking punishment from the likes of you for generations. Suffering and pain you'll never understand. [Callan nods, dismissively, seemingly uncomfortable with the conversation.] Callan: Yeah, but... you know, it was a long time ago, you know. It--It wasn't-- Meldof: Wasn't you? [They sit for a beat in silence. Callan has nothing to say.] Meldof: Your world is built on our bones. [Callan nods again, seemingly accepting that he will not understand.] Meldof: Know why I call those monoliths cock towers? Because our ancients buried them to bring fertile bounty to the land. They're sacred. And, yet again, elves defile them. No wonder famine's rife. Callan: Look, you know, you won't find me denyin' it. [Callan passes the pipe back.]

TOTALLY NORMAL. 1000% A REGULAR GAL.

fjall is such an underappreciated character

his enduring adaptability is so fuckin hysterical to me. from his first scene he's like:

yeah okay i'm disowned. probably shouldn't have fucked that chick but whatevs.

yeah okay i'm a sellsword now.

yeah okay i'm in jail. they're probs going to cut off my right hand or some shit. my mortal enemy is here too but at least she's pretty hot.

the witcher netflix but it's just a show about fringilla after she left aretuza and how she rose to power to become the badass bitch she is in the nilfgaardian empire

jaskier/jaskier and jaskier/dandelion, ft greatest hits such as:

-daisy chain -flower power -pushing up daisies -it's all coming up roses -nip it in the bud

geralt of rivia, to a horse: "you're not my usual type... but you'll do."

"shit twice and die" is the kind of insult i can get behind

geralt of rivia is the type of fucker who would smoke all your weed and ask you to put it on his tab

the funniest thing about jaskier is that all canonically minor characters hate him and he doesn't even notice lmao

babes i love you but you do kind of suck sometimes

medieval tailors slacking though

all the frippery and foppery and no fuckin pockets??

where does he shop, the women's clothing section???

his thot detector just went off and it's beeping hard for the silver fox in the corner

what is this man doing???

this is a respectable tavern, sir, not the passiflora