Fanfic Recs

“Jaskier,” Geralt says. “How are you feeling?” He thinks about it. He’s cold, still, from the river. A bit hungry. He’s annoyed the bauk got away. He can taste the coming rain in the air, hear Geralt’s heavy, panicky breathing. He shrugs. “Oh, fuck,” Geralt says, “this is bad, this is really bad.” A thought swims slowly to the surface of Jaskier’s brain. “Am I… am I you?” Geralt’s brown eyes blink miserably at him. “I think I’m human,” he says. “So that must make you the witcher.” After the mountain, a journey through the woods forces Jaskier and Geralt to appreciate each others’ point of view – if they can survive the experience.

Jaskier is no stranger to falling in love. In fact, he would call himself uniquely qualified in matters of the heart, given his roles as a bard, a poet and an accomplished appreciator of men, women and - well, all those under the sun, really, he’d always fancied himself an equal opportunity lover.But falling for Geralt of Rivia still blindsides him.His first, slightly hysterical thought, is that he has to stop sleeping with Geralt....Or the one where Jaskier and Geralt have been fucking for years, when Jaskier realises he's in love. It all goes downhill from there.

Here, now, time holds no meaning for him. He exists only in this moment: an arrow let loose with careless fingers, hoping for a target. He cannot stop. Lungs heaving, thighs burning with strain, he cannot stop. Stop and he will be caught. Be caught and he might as well die. He has not fought this long and this hard to die now.   After the mountain, Jaskier is captured and experimented on by a Mage of Nilfgaard. Somehow, he escapes. Now if only he could bring himself to believe it.

After rescuing Jaskier from Nilfgaardian soldiers, Geralt stays with him through his recovery at an old healer's cottage.

Short fic from tumblr prompts or just to make other people suffer with me.

Jaskier spends several years healing after Geralt turns him away on the mountainside, and his fragile heart is finally piecing itself back together. He keeps returning to Posada every year for reasons unknown even to him, but everything's fine. Who needs Geralt, right? The betrayal will fade eventually. The feelings too. The bitter, raw feelings...And then he runs into another Witcher in the same damn tavern. He even looks like Geralt. But instead of a walking bulwark of brooding silence, he meets a man with an open smile, kind eyes and a laugh that warms his very soul. Another few chance meetings and Jaskier finds himself inextricably drawn into Eskel's orbit. I mean, they have so much in common, including a deep, relentless yearning for a tall, brooding Witcher with hair the colour of moonlight.

Geralt and Jaskier visit a brothel together. Because there's no chance that might awaken anything in either of them, right?

Things you need to know: It’s 1264. You seem to be losing your memory. Also Geralt likes you now. Jaskier’s losing time. Geralt’s not sure he can live through the last two decades again, especially not backwards.

Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.

Lambert has been walking the Path for half a century. Wraiths, drowners, ghouls--another day, another shit contract for shit pay in some shit village for some ungrateful bastard.That is, until he accepts a lucrative contract in Ellander and gets more than he bargained for. The Continent proves to be a dangerous place as Lambert sets out with Aiden, a witcher from the School of the Cat. Monsters, war, love, sex, angst, revenge, silver, and steel. Lambert must fight to leave the Path before it destroys him.(Begins prior to Wild Hunt and will continue through the events of Following the Thread and the Battle of Kaer Morhen. Obvious spoilers for TW3.)

Lambert's not sure what Geralt did to get the bard so full of spite, but he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Prompt fill:After the dragon mountain, Jaskier is hurt by Geralt’s outburst.Then he’s pissed.Angry and cradling a broken heart (not that Geralt knows, the unobservant but beautiful bastard) when he finds another wolf Witcher in a tavern he gets a bit too open about his feelings.

"What are you smiling at?" Jaskier asks, looking back over his shoulder, his face light, as if he's prepared to join in the joke. "I'm not," Geralt says, and Jaskier scoffs, because they both know Geralt can be a bald-faced liar. Or: Five things every witcher relies on, and one that's just for Geralt.

"The first time, Jaskier does it out of kindness, to avoid hurt feelings."

After Yennefer, after the dragon hunt, after the mountain, Geralt takes Jaskier to Kaer Morhen for the winter. It goes about how you'd imagine.

While rooting out an evil, the other Witchers stumble across a bard in need of a rescue.

Geralt does not make a habit of bedding men but there have been very few intimate opportunities of any kind since he earned the moniker ‘Butcher of Blaviken’ some years ago. If this boy is offering his services for free then surely it would be unwise to refuse. or: Geralt has a major case of internalised homophobia and needs to admit he loves his bard already. A love story told in 30 (sex) acts.

Avenging Aiden had been, among many other things, a way to distract himself, so he wouldn't really think about what happened. It still hurt like hell, but at least it kept him busy. Now Karadin is on the ground before him and Lambert can't escape the dark holes in his mind anymore.

Jaskier says, "We absolutely must do that again sometime."So they do. And if, the second time and the third time, Geralt wishes--wishes he could go a little slower, perhaps, or hold Jaskier a little more gently--or curl up against him after, wrap his arms around him and feel Jaskier's heartbeat pressed against his chest--That's not what Jaskier wants.(Or, idiot fuckbuddies to lovers in 2500 words. With crying!)

“Can you not argue for one second of your entire life,” said Geralt.

Somewhere between Aiden and his annoying habits, conversation tactics, and shitty contracts, Lambert realizes his loneliness.

It’s been two weeks since Geralt shouted Jaskier away from him on that mountain and Jaskier has been handling it like a champ by forlornly wandering alone in the wilderness with his lute. When he (literally) stumbles across an injured white wolf he decides to take a chance and see if he can help it, appreciating the irony of the situation but not quite realizing why it is that the wolf’s golden eyes look exactly like his Witcher’s...Inspired by @kayivy's lovely art on tumblr

Blaviken, 1231 Jaskier was nine years old when his life changed forever. He was in the market, buying stuff for his mother, when he saw him. Jaskier knew most of the locals, but this man was new. He had off-white hair, striking eyes. And he led a horse by her reins through the market.

And as they enter what should have been an empty library, Geralt’s senses are immediately assaulted with the sound of a voice he recognizes all too well; one he didn’t think he’d ever hear again; one that brings a strange tightness to his chest. “Jaskier,” Ciri breathes, taking Geralt completely by surprise as she runs towards the bard. Or: With Ciri finally in Geralt’s care, they seek temporary refuge at Oxenfurt Academy while on the run from Nilfgaard’s soldiers - and promptly run into Jaskier. And Geralt is surprised to find out that his Child Surprise knows Jaskier very well.

"For a while, Jaskier doesn’t know he’s cursed. It feels like free will, going back down that mountain, just as dangerous down as the way up, and alone this time, too. The descent is fast, maybe even reckless, but Jaskier’s feeling numb and out-of-sorts anyways, Geralt’s words simmering in his mind, and at the time it doesn’t feel like he’s being pulled on by anything but his own desire to get away." Based off a post that Geralt's words on the mountain are granted by the djinn.

Jaskier comes across an injured witcher in a backwoods town, months after the events of the dragon hunt. It all just sort of escalates from there.

“Well, we’ll have all the time in the world to make it official, right after we check out this—what was it?”Geralt side eyes him. “Abandoned cottage. Disappearances. Strange sightings.”“Right, yes, after we deal with this mysterious hut deep in the woods. No problem. Days and weeks and years aplenty after that."

"The drugs have been made specifically for you, to keep you docile. Didn’t want you snapping my neck mid-vengeance, did I?” Vengeance? “I don’t even know you,” Geralt spits. The lordling laughs. “Oh, the revenge wasn’t on you." Jaskier made a mistake. Geralt suffers the consequences.

Nearing winter, Geralt and Jaskier get trapped in a snowstorm. They'll survive, but not before exchanging quiet words under many blankets and furs.

Geralt tries to puzzle out why Jaskier keeps following him into danger after danger... completely missing the obvious. There's too great a gulf between what his witcher senses pick up, and what his damaged heart is willing to accept. // "The bard’s heart always beats faster whenever the witcher draws near. That isn't unusual. So do the hearts of most humans he encounters. Not only do they blanch and recoil at the sight of his white hair and amber eyes, but they begin to sweat, the stench of their fear a sour tang at the back of his throat. But the bard never seems to reek of fear."

Geralt of Rivia has spent a strange amount of time feverishly obsessing over the way Jaskier can just casually touch him, like it's nothing, like he's not an aberration capable of breaking Jaskier in half with a sneeze. Jaskier saw Geralt slice through monsters like pudding, covered in guts and grime and his own sweat and blood, but there he was, leaning against him and tuning his lute.Geralt doesn't know how to classify the feeling gripping him every time it happens, but he knows he doesn't want it to stop.