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12 Jun 2021
I posted the first two pieces in The Best of You and Me, but here's where I'll post all my geraskier art from now on. ☺️ Some of them will be NSFW. There will also be art of other Witcher characters from time to time. Please do not repost any of them. Thank you!
I will also be posting them on my Twitter: @giddytf2
04 May 2021
Geralt could hear the other heartbeat in Jaskier’s sleep-laden body. It pulsated twice as fast as Jaskier’s heartbeat, in his belly. That belly was not as flat as it used to be. That belly did not have the necessary organs for a second heartbeat to exist in it.
But Geralt could hear it, like distant thunder rolling across a black sky, heralding a lightning storm headed straight for them.
A heartbeat signified life. A heartbeat was the sound of a muscular organ pounding in the chest of a living entity, pumping blood through a body to keep it alive, to aid in its growth.
Jaskier’s heartbeat was a sound that comforted Geralt. It was a sound that staved off the screams of monsters and people he’d killed with his knives, his swords, his bare hands, from his conscious mind. A sound that lulled him into rare deep sleep, while he lied next to Jaskier and listened to its stable rhythm echoing from that hirsute, lean chest.
There was nothing comforting about this other heartbeat.
When Geralt catches the attention of an evil, sadistic sorcerer who wants to hurt the witcher, Jaskier pays the heavy price for it.
25 Apr 2021
Geralt honed his narrowed eyes on the stupid face of said idiot. There! The idiot was at it again: sitting so prim and proper in that teal suit and red tie. Head held high like he was nobility, gazing down that stupid nose at the screen, those long, stupid eyelashes fanning his high, stupid cheekbones, those dark pink, stupid lips jutting out in that stupid, lush pout, and those stupid, trimmed eyebrows with their sharp points!
This big-mouthed, blue-eyed, dark-haired horror of an idiot!
What did Geralt do to deserve having to look at him all day long?
Geralt, a big, old, crotchety alpha, works with Jaskier who sits facing him several desks down the open-plan office. The big-mouthed, baby-faced omega annoys him so much, but he can't stop staring at him, and he doesn't understand why--until his rut hits.
(Originally a twitfic at @giddytf2, edited and formatted into 3 chapters posted daily.)
20 Apr 2021
The malodour was almost unbearable as he opened the door with one hand and held his breath behind his other hand. His facial features were scrunched—and so it took him longer than he should have to see the horrifying, scaly, massive corpse blocking his front door.
With slitted eyes, he glimpsed row upon row of iridescent scales splattered with drying blood. Long, thin spikes on a humped back. Sharp, conical teeth in gaping jaws. Very sharp, deadly teeth—
He screamed at the top of his voice. Slammed the door shut and staggered away.
He shrieked, "Monster!"
Jaskier lives alone in a cottage in the woods, selling handmade jewelry in the nearby town for a living. His solitary existence is uneventful, until he wakes up one day to find a dead wyvern on his doorstep, left there by an even more menacing creature. But when the creature later returns to his cottage, he discovers that it isn't so menacing after all--and befriends it.
(Originally a twitfic at @giddytf2, edited and formatted into 6 chapters posted daily.)
12 Mar 2021
He stared at the grimy wall in front of him. He stared, and saw only the brilliant, bloody red of Jaskier's doublet. The glistening red of Jaskier's eyes. The dull, dried red of Jaskier's scratched palms.
He'd turned away before Jaskier could do the same.
He'd turned away so he wouldn't have to watch Jaskier leave him.
Now, those words were all he had left of Jaskier. Jaskier, who'd sung songs about him when no one else would, who'd transformed him from brutal butcher to noble wolf. Jaskier, who'd given him twenty years of his human life to walk by his side.
Jaskier, who—wasn't here anymore.
Months after the mountain, Geralt learns that he has a soulmate after all--and that his soulmate's last words to him are inscribed on his back: "See you around, Geralt."
(Originally a twitfic at @giddytf2, edited and formatted.)