a catalogue of geralt/jaskier fic recs

rating Teen / wc 24,260 / notes wip, modern au, slow burn teacher!jaskier, 

Ciri's kindergarten letter comes in the mail on a Tuesday. Geralt opens it, skims it, and frowns at the class his daughter has been assigned.

Dandelions.

rating NC-17 / wc 2558 / notes smut, pov jaskier

His voice is so ridiculously confident. “Because then there would be no one around to sing of your conquests.”

“My conquests?” Geralt questions as Jaskier’s hands comb out the soot and blood, roughly but not with any intended hurt.

rating Mature / wc 4,974 / notes 5+1, established relationship, fluff

"You're not expecting me to fuck you whilst we travel on Roach, are you?"

Jaskier splutters, furrowing his brow in a glare directed towards Geralt. "No, you barbarian, I am not."

"Then why are you wearing my shirt?"

or

rating General / wc 3,745 / notes curses / magic, geralt pov

Jaskier is throwing up flowers and refuses to tell Geralt who has afflicted him so. As Geralt grapples with Jaskier's impending death, he comes to terms with a few things himself.

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“Who’s the unlucky woman?” Geralt asks, stepping into the firelight.

Jaskier starts, dandelions spilling from his hands. He hastily brushes them away. “Gods, Geralt, must you always sneak up on me? This is why you have an image problem, you know. Don’t get me wrong, the whole tall, dark, and murderous vibe is fantastic -- really brings out the color of your eyes -- but the skulking tips you firmly into the realm of, well, somewhat unhinged.”

Geralt only glares at Jaskier, waiting for him to tire himself out, and sets about roasting the fowl.

rating NC-17 / wc 16,755 / notes hurt/comfort, curses, mitual pining

rating Mature / wc 6203 / notes hurt/comfort, fluff, angst

rating Mature / wc 61,277 / notes modern au, slow burn

Jaskier is a twentysomething recently unemployed journalist and amateur musician looking for his big break. So when he’s saved from the jaws of a wyvern by the infamous Butcher of Blaviken, Geralt of Rivia, he comes up with a brilliant idea: he’ll follow the Witcher around and sing about their exploits. He’ll gain fame and fortune and Geralt will get a much needed image rehab. Everyone wins.

rating NC-17 / wc 2073 / notes oneshot, smut, pov jaskier

rating NC-17 / wc 11,790 / notes character study, post s1, angst

When Jaskier is seven, he first hears the myths of the Witchers--those foul, half-human beasts.

When Jaskier is twenty-one, he meets Geralt.

rating NC-17 / wc 3225 / notes oneshot, bed sharing, pov jaskier

"Get up here," he said like it was no big deal.

Jaskier opened his mouth, closed it. "What?" he said eventually.

"You're obviously not going to be able to sleep down there," Geralt said. "The bed is big enough for two."

/

rating NC-17 / wc 3997 / notes oneshot, smut, fuck or die 

“How much did you use?” Geralt growls, teeth finding a new home in Jaskier’s neck.

Jaskier hums happily and tips his head to the other side so Geralt can peruse the real estate over there, too.

“Concentrate, Jaskier! How much did you use?” Water sloshes over the sides of the tub as Geralt hoists him halfway out, then pulls him back down so they’re sitting flush, Jaskier’s thighs thrown wide over Geralt’s.

“Hm,” Jaskier says, a little dreamily. He gestures at the empty bottle on the floor. “How much was in there?”

Geralt swears in what sounds like Elder tongue.

rating Teen / wc 14,080 / notes established relationship, fluff, pov ciri

In which Ciri suspects but cannot confirm.

Or,

rating NC-17 / wc 6,771 / notes time loop, curses, angst

By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliff’s edge after Borch.

He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt.

rating NC-17 / wc 16,496 / notes soulmates, slow burn, angst 

Jaskier didn’t want to marry just any noblewoman--no matter how comely she may be--he wanted adventure and many loves, but most importantly his biggest, greatest love of all.

He is not expecting that love to be in the form of a brooding stranger sitting at the back of a tavern.

rating Teen / wc 1968 / notes oneshot, jaskier pov

rating Mature / wc 5630 / notes hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining

“And what do you want in return?  Your freedom? Your safety?”

Jaskier didn’t flinch from her scorn and Geralt could see his knuckles go white with the force of his grip around the small vial.  “Save him.”

The mage stared at him for a beat before letting out a burst of laughter that echoed off the wall like the flutter of vultures wings.  “All this trouble for the Witcher?” she asked incredulously, “Tell me, boy, do you really think he would do the same for you? That he cares at all what happens to the bard who follows after him like a lost puppy?”  She stepped forward, confident as a soldier preparing his death blow. “Oh, I know who you are, bard. I watched you trailing after the Witcher, eager for every scrap of affection or interest he’ll toss your way. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Jaskier was breathing heavily now, jaw clenched tight enough that Geralt could see the muscles fluttering with effort.

rating Teen / wc 3304 / notes 5+1, jaskier pov