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-  animal instinct by leodesic

Despite Jaskier's hard work, there are still plenty of people who hate witchers. They think they're monstrous, inhuman, only held back from violence by a thin veneer of control. One mage has a plan to spread his views by capturing a witcher and bewitching them to remove their control. When the Butcher of Blaviken walks into his hideout, he's convinced he's found the perfect candidate - and a convenient way to get rid of the pesky bard that's been singing his praises.

Jaskier is forced to agree witchers are not human, but that doesn't mean they're dangerous. In fact, he's astounded by how many of Geralt's uncontrolled impulses involve touching.

Oneshot,  13,091 words

-  from what i've tasted of desire by asweetepilogue

Jaskier's coat as a hole in it.

Oneshot,  4,727 words

-  Skin Deep by sospes

“What’s that?” Geralt asks.

Jaskier blinks. “It’s a tattoo,” he says. “Have you never seen a tattoo before, Geralt?”

Geralt fights the urge to roll his eyes. “I know it’s a tattoo,” he says. “What’s it a tattoo of?”

Oneshot,  8,135 words

-  I'd Be the Choiceless Hope by lesdemonium (winnerstick)

“Such a nice, beautiful sound,” the fae crooned. “If only he were this way always.”

Julian’s mother stood up. She claimed she was prepared to stop the fae, to protect her baby, but in Julian’s darkest moments he doubted this part of the story. His mother loved him, of that he had no doubt, but she had been young and weary, and even years later, she couldn’t quite get the twinge of exhaustion out of her eyes when she recalled Julian’s infancy. Even if she had been keen on protecting him, the fae was too close, too fast, too set on his plan.

“A gift, for the new mother,” the fae continued. He leaned a hand in to stroke Julian’s cheek. “I give you the gift of obedience.”

As a baby, Jaskier was visited by a fae, who gifted Jaskier's mother with Jaskier's obedience. As Jaskier grew older, the "gift" became more of a curse.

16/16 Completed,  45,188 words

-   Silver and Copper by Heronfem

Geralt is just supposed to pass through the quiet Lettenhove area. He's not anticipating being begged by its people to help save their viscount from a curse that keeps him from daylight. Lord Jaskier, they call him, and he's likely dying.

As Geralt struggles to untangle the ugly web of history that has lead to the increasingly complicated curse, he finds himself spending more and more time with the strange young viscount and wondering just what he might have been before the curse, and who he might be after. But things are not always as they seem, and as the curse tightens its grip on Jaskier, Geralt is forced to face the fear of failing yet another person whose choices were stolen from them.

Or-

Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

5/5 Completed,  56,263 words

-  The Fairest of Them All by TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG

On a quiet winter's night, a king and a queen had a child.

Oneshot,  46,256 words

-  the roads we walk are winding by shellybelle

Jaskier doesn’t actually know how much time has passed since the black-cloaked Nilfgaardians grab him after a performance in a shitty tavern in the backcountry of northern Kaedwen. He’d assumed--foolishly, apparently--that he was far enough north that any Nilfgaardian soldiers would be few and far between, likely just scouts or even deserters. It would have been hard to actually get any further north--the little backwater town where he’d been singing was just a day from the mountains. Anymore travel, and he’d find himself skirting the Trail up to Kaer Morhen, the Warlord’s Keep, and, well. He’s brazen, but not that brazen.

(or: a wandering bard bites off more than he can chew with the political ballads, accidentally makes friends with a princess in exile, and finds the Warlord of the North in his debt.)

7/7 Completed,  67,217 words

-  The Flower of the Court by aileenrose

The dream is not, Jaskier thinks, good foreshadowing for his plans tonight. The dream, after all, is about a man who King Emhyr decided had betrayed him, and subsequently had him killed. Killed in front of the court, no less, as a reminder of how quickly their fates could change according to the King’s whims. Tonight, after his performance, Jaskier plans to do just the same. Betray his king.

Jaskier, the so-called "Flower of King Emhyr's court," does not think himself a brave person. Still, he attempts to escape the King's volatile, violent court, and in doing so, stumbles into the Warlord's lands. There, he tries to determine if he is captive, pawn, or something else entirely.

6/? Ongoing, 44,605 words

-  To know you in all the ways that count by dat_carovieh

This year, Geralt doesn’t want to spend winter apart from Jaskier so he invites him to Kaer Morhen. Until he got a letter from Eskel, he did not know his whole family thought him and Jaskier are together. He can’t bring it over himself to disappoint them. They are so happy he finally found someone. So, Jaskier suggest they will pretend to be in a relationship, because there is no ways for that to go wrong.

-  as every step I choose to take by restmyheadatnightcontent

The fire follows him.

He cannot seem to escape it - in moments of quiet he can still feel his fingers burning, with every mouthful of food that he eats, all he tastes is the horrid mixture of blood and smoke, and it takes everything he has to swallow it down and not empty his stomach, and he is constantly looking over his shoulder, catching glimpses for that lingering shadow, waiting for the moment when that black figure and that singular flame catch him again.

Most days, he has a handle on it.

Or at least, he does his best to convince everyone that he has a handle on it.

Oneshot, 1,492 words

- reconstruction by SparrowFlight246

Jaskier's burned hand gets infected in the aftermath of everything.

It complicates things, a bit.

Oneshot,  6,363 words

-  (I won’t) Scream Into the Night by Chaos_Breeds

Ciri didn’t react to that, looking into the distance again. “The thing is,” she whispered, voice raw and aching. The voice of a girl who had seen so much death and destruction, and was trying to brace herself for more. “I’m not really worried about you two.”

There was a long, blissful second where Geralt had no idea what she was referring to. And then suddenly, he heard far-off humming, snippets of ‘Toss a Coin’. His blood ran cold.

“Jaskier,” he realized.

———

Jaskier isn’t like the rest of them - the world is much, much more dangerous for a bard than for Witchers and witches and magical princesses. Ciri and Geralt try to deal with that knowledge. Jaskier helps.

Oneshot,  1,803 words

-  The Path Not Taken by sospes

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.

5/5 Completed,  40,149 words

-  Advantage by sospes

"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.

Oneshot,  10,448 words

-  like a flame that burns the candle by unseenbox

Yennefer lights a fire. Jaskier has some opinions to offer on the subject. Together, they find a way to cope.

Oneshot,  2,363 words

-  resurge infra terra by asweetepilogue

It seemed the alderman had been wrong when he said that the creature’s bite killed instantly. Shame Jaskier was only figuring that out now that he was several feet under.

Oneshot,  1,256 words

-  so hard to say (so easy to do) by asweetepilogue

Jaskier gets left behind, and Nilfgaard is not forgiving of his sacrifice.

Oneshot,  3,165 words

-  so hard to do (so easy to say) by asweetepilogue

They can’t get out of this. He knows it, Geralt knows it. Ciri is starting to, her eerie green eyes wide and frightened. Jaskier can hear them, men shouting off to their left and the sound of footsteps behind them. It’s over.

Nilfgaard closes in, and Geralt has to make a choice.

-  where the wildflowers bloom by bloomerie

Jaskier might run with witchers and witches, but she is, in the end, human.

Oneshot, 10,332 words

-  an opiate; helpmate by yeats

"Geralt," Jaskier says, displaying what he feels is admirable restraint, "if you don't stick your cock inside me this very instant, I will tear out your fucking hair."

Oneshot,  2,281 words

-  magic touch by angelzoo (shades_0f_cool)

They’re only eyes, for Heaven’s sake. Granted, they’re extraordinary eyes, and there’s this bold intensity to them that commands attention, that makes you look.

Now if Jaskier could only stop looking.

Instead, he holds Geralt’s gaze and puts his feelings into words. “It’s all in your eyes. The perpetual loneliness and quiet longing for refined company. I’m your best friend, how could I refuse such an overt supplication?”

Now with amazing fanart for chapter two by @snovaaprel!

3/3 Completed,  11,913 words

-  so gentle in his view by ArliaDevi

The thing is, Jaskier does nothing wrong. If he had done something wrong, it might have been easier. Geralt could blame him, tell him how he’d always known this would happen, how it was only a matter of time. He could justify his anger, his guilt, his fear. He could say how Jaskier needs to watch where he walks, but the fact is Geralt had walked that stretch of the track only moments ago and had not noticed the bear trap. Not noticed it until he’d heard the rusty mechanisms spring and then Jaskier’s blood-curdling scream.

Or,

Jaskier steps on a bear trap while accompanying Geralt on a hunt for a Griffin.

Oneshot,  1,799 words

-  Always on My Mind by didoandis

The bard doesn’t seem to notice Geralt lurking behind him until Geralt clears his throat, a low rumble, which makes him turn.

“Goodness,” he says. “Hello. You’re very… loomy.”

Now she’s closer, Ciri can see his face properly. His hair hangs lank around his face; stubble covers his chin, a little too long to be stylish; his eyes above are a bright shining blue. And yet there’s something faded about him, his clothes just slightly worse for wear, his cheeks hollow.

“Jaskier,” Geralt says, almost desperately.

After the mountain, a reunion. It doesn’t go that well, to begin with.

Oneshot,  11,201 words

-  A Song of Service by didoandis

“Why do you wear that collar?” the witcher asks.

Jaskier startles. He’s been fiddling with it, he realises, a nervous habit. He didn’t think the witcher had noticed, even though those golden eyes seem to spot most things.

“It’s so people know what I am,” he says.

“And what are you?” the witcher says. His tone has turned surprisingly gentle. Perhaps he can hear the misery in Jaskier’s voice.

“Bound in service,” Jaskier explains. He tries on a smile. “It might not look like it, but I’m as much of a prisoner as you are.”

Jaskier didn’t exactly plan to escape from his master alongside a terrifying witcher. But it might turn out to be one of his better decisions.

[Inspired by The Accidental Warlord and His Pack by Inexplicifics.]

3/3 Completed,  22,516 words

-  Quiet by didoandis

“Geralt,” Jaskier said. His voice was… odd. Geralt looked at him. He had one hand on Roach still, one hand at his neck. His fingers were resting on a thin, leather band around his throat that hadn’t been there a minute earlier.

Geralt makes the mistake of telling a mage he likes the quiet. He didn't intend to be taken quite so literally.

Oneshot,  10,046 words

-  another angle on the same subject by haysel

Jaskier had opened the door, so he decided to step through. “I think it’s been proven that I do understand when it’s time to walk away.”

Geralt was quiet for a moment longer. “What are you saying? Are you saying that you’re leaving?”

Jaskier glanced over at him. “Yes. I just need to figure out where I’m going.”

_____

A few weeks after the incident with the deathless mother, Jaskier leaves Kaer Morhen

Oneshot,  12,965 words

-  If I Must Starve (Let it be in Your Arms) by Igneum807

The witchers of Kaer Morhen have never been comfortable with gentle touches. It just isn't who they are. But when Geralt arrives to spend the winter with his brothers looking more relaxed than any of them have felt in years, all due to the affection of a human bard, Lambert and Eskel grow curious. They wonder what it would be like to be touched or held without fear.

When Lambert runs into Jaskier in a small town in Redania, it's the safest he's felt in years. He and his brothers need touch and kindness more than they're willing to admit, and all Jaskier wants it to help , if only the witchers would let him.

Geralt and Jaskier are together, all the other relationships are platonic with a good helping of touch-starvation on the side.

-  Five people who don't listen to Jaskier (and one person who always does) by notebooksandlaptops

Jaskier was all too aware of the titles he’d accumulated over the years.

Jaskier: Greatest Bard on the continent, friend and companion to the White Wolf, Master of the Seven Liberal Arts, renowned Professor of the grand Oxenfurt Academy, considerate, heartfelt lover and, ultimately, when it came down to it, a right annoying prick.

“Fucking bard,” the innkeeper muttered under his breath, for once far more perturbed by Jaskier’s presence than by the Witcher who stood behind him, “do you ever stop talking?”

-///-

Or, Five people who don't listen to Jaskier (and one person who always does)

Oneshot,  4,126 words

-  Loose Tongues & Blue Dresses by notebooksandlaptops

Let it never be said that Jaskier is useless. Perhaps he can't wield a sword like Geralt, perhaps he can't do magic like Yennefer, but he has his own set of skills that are equally vital when it comes to winning this war.

And Jaskier was rather enjoying this role if he did say so himself. Perhaps it was a little unpleasant to have the Kings filthy hands all over him but the silks and finery, the dresses and the makeup, finally getting to put his long hair to good use, getting to shave off that awful beard he’d been sporting?

Definitely fun.

-///-

Or, the one where Jaskier wears a dress in order to infiltrate a court

Oneshot, 10,231 words

-  No Marks by didoandis

Geralt feels his stomach turn. “Tell me what happened,” he growls. Because something happened in this room. Something bad.

“You don’t know?” the mage says. “I suppose I’m not surprised. He was very keen that you didn’t find out. That was the only thing he insisted on, no marks.”

Geralt glares at him. The mage looks back, unperturbed. “Don’t scowl at me like that, beast. Everything I did was agreed to.”

Jaskier would do anything for Geralt.

Oneshot,  13,703 words

-  Monsters by didoandis

The girl is young, earnest and a little scared. “Do you kill monsters if they’re human?” she asks abruptly.

Geralt nods at her to sit down, looking around him to check if anyone’s listening. “Tell me what’s troubling you.”

“There’s a woman,” the girl whispers, leaning forward over the table. “Rich. Powerful. She collects people. And when she takes a fancy to someone, they’re never seen again.”

Jaskier gets taken apart. Geralt works to put him back together.

Oneshot,  16,245 words

-  A Kept Man by didoandis

Jaskier’s eyes are sliding closed. He should leave. He should know, by now, not to outstay his welcome. But Geralt’s hand has come down to rest on his forehead, a thumb stroking into his hair. And just like always, he’s too weak to resist.

Five times Jaskier didn’t have a choice about staying and one time he did.

2/2 Completed,  18,022 words

- Lessons in Losing by didoandis

“We met five years ago or thereabouts,” Geralt says through gritted teeth. “You came up to me in a tavern near Posada, decided I would be good song material, and we’ve travelled together, off and on, ever since.”

“Huh,” Jaskier says.

“You remember?” Geralt tries to keep the note of hope out of his voice, and doubts he’s been successful.

“Not in the slightest,” Jaskier says cheerfully. “But I must admit it sounds like something I’d do.”

When Jaskier forgets their life together, Geralt learns an unexpected lesson.

Oneshot,  11,270 words

-  Chivalry by didoandis

“What was it this time, bard?” Geralt asks.

“Chivalry,” Jaskier tells him, loftily, and then the rope is cut and Jaskier’s feet hit the ground, jarring his body all the way up to his aching shoulders, and he passes out.

Jaskier makes an enemy. Geralt comes to his rescue. Must be a Tuesday.

Oneshot,  1,343 words

-  In the Deep Dark Hills by didoandis

“You’re making a mistake,” Jaskier says. “Trust me – I’ll be watching Geralt rip out your intestines before all this is over. I’ve seen it before. It’s not pretty.” He draws himself up, shows his teeth. If this is going to go badly, he intends to be as difficult as possible about it.

The alderman glares at him. “Enough of this,” he says, commanding; there’s a heavy dull thud at the back of Jaskier’s head, and a brief burst of pain, and then blackness.

When Geralt is late returning from a hunt, Jaskier’s the one who suffers for it. Things get worse before they get better.

Oneshot,  11,656 words

-  Gift by SeelieSkelliger

"So, you must be Geralt’s bard.”

There came a hollow chuckle in response. “Once upon a time, perhaps. Now, I don’t know what I am. Probably at best I’m an annoyance, more likely I’m a burden.” Jaskier was staring at the floor near his feet, so he missed the soft look Vesemir gave him before sitting at the foot of the bed.

“You brought Ciri back here safely. After you started travelling with him, Geralt finally seemed to be alive again when he would come back here for the winter. Your songs have made all our lives better. I would not call you a burden, bard. I would say your presence in our lives has been a gift.”

Written for Witcher Bows & Arrows event 2022 - Day 4 prompt: Gift This story follows on from yesterday's fic, 'Sacrifice', but you can read it as a standalone. Jaskier struggles to work out where he fits in, featuring soft Vesemir and sweet Yen.

-  Tactile by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

When Geralt brings Jaskier to Kaer Morhen, the other Witchers take a shine to the bard.

Too much of a shine, if you ask Geralt. Not that anyone's asked. Or that Geralt really cares. Much. Or at all. Really, he doesn't. Nope.

Not in the slightest.

Oneshot,  2,900 words

-  we're looking out for angels (and something we can hold on) by staticpetrichor

when jaskier, accidentally, reveals the sort of propositions he's used to dealing with geralt is...concerned, to say the least.

maybe a little furious, and maybe a tad more invested in the bard's well-being than either of them realized.

2/2 Completed,  4,030 words

-  Sleeping Witcher by SailorChibi

Even after Geralt pushed him out of his life, Jaskier can't resist helping him. Even if it breaks his heart in the process.

2/2 Completed,  3,199 words

-  it's what's engraved upon my heart (in letters deeply worn) by margosfairyeye (Skittery)

How could he leave? How could he leave? After everything Geralt gave him? After giving him everything he ever wanted? After giving up his own solitude, and time, and freedom just to accommodate Jaskier? All of that, all of that time, and energy, and it only took a few words of frustration to chase him away?

Geralt scowls at nothing. He thought Jaskier was different, but he’d turned out just the same as everyone else.

Oneshot,  3,364 words

-  who made you smile again by Potrix for dls

Barely audible, hoarsely, Geralt grits out, “I hurt you.”

Jaskier frowns at that, moving one hand from Geralt’s face to poke at the bruise on his thigh. “This?” he asks with a disbelieving little chuckle. “Geralt, darling, I’ve hurt myself worse by walking into doors. Or roughhousing with my brothers, as a child. Or tripping over my own clumsy feet. It was in jest, I don’t mind. I like you teasing me, you know I do. And marking me, though I usually prefer your mouth to be doing the actual marking.”

Which Geralt knows, he really does, but it does little to reassure him right now. “Not this,” he forces out, then amends, “Not only this.”

Oneshot,  2,420 words

-  “What’s it like to love something that cannot love you back?“ by merthurlocked

It’s the Countess de Stael that whispers it to him, and he replies;

“Like you’ve stayed up all night to watch the sunrise but somewhere in between dusk falling and dawn breaking you fell asleep,

when you wake the sun is shining brightly at you, and the warmth is bittersweet because once again you’ve missed it rising but you’re still happy that it rose all the same.”

Or Jaskier thinks his love for Geralt is forever doomed to be onesided.

Oneshot,  3,222 words

-  If Life Could Give Me One Blessing (It'd Be You) by C4t1l1n4

Geralt's words do more damage than he thought they would

Or

As a Faery who mates for life, Jaskier's light starts to go out when Geralt yells at him on the mountain

Obligatory The Mountain TM fix-it fic

Oneshot, 1,651 words

-  I love you (you are my home) by Shadowmightwrite17

“Some,” Jaskier chokes for a moment. He swallows thickly, looking down at the bed. “Some people hate being called names in bed.”

“You hate being called names in bed,” Geralt says, putting all the pieces together.

Jaskier nods.

“What names?”

In the beginning of their relationship, Jaskier and Geralt have a conversation about sex, their boundaries, intimacy, trust.

“This, this is special. This is different. It matters more, to me, because it’s you. I don’t want to screw this up, don’t want to ever hurt you like that. I want this to be safe, for both of us. We deserve to feel safe.”

Oneshot, 1,447 words

-  Two Witchers Walk Into a Tavern by TheSupernova

When Eskel ventures into a town in search of a bed and a roof over his head, he doesn't expect to run into Geralt brooding in the corner of the tavern. He certainly doesn't expect the performing bard to wander over and sit in his brother's lap as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

Or, Eskel meets Jaskier.

-  Defying the Odds by Chaos_Breeds

Geralt didn’t care to eavesdrop, really, even less than he wanted to hear another bawdy ballad. It was better to keep his eyes on his ale, stay out of trouble, and wait for Jaskier to be finished. “So how much longer do you think he’ll live?” asked the baron, drumming his fingers on the table. “Such clever songs. I hope we’ll hear another few years’ worth before he goes.”

Geralt immediately stilled, the performance fading into the background.

———

In which Geralt learns that traveling bards are one of the most dangerous professions for very good reason. He overhears some nobles betting on how long his bard would survive on the path, and Jaskier’s odds apparently aren’t good.

Geralt will be damned before that happens.

Oneshot,  1,705 words

-  Bard Assassin by Hyrulehearts1123, sageclover61

Collection, 8 works, 88,968 words

>>>  Edge of Nowhere by sageclover61

Jaskier needed no introduction to Geralt of Rivia, not when he knows who this Witcher is on sight. On the other hand, this is his opportunity to make a new and different name for himself, a guise within a disguise, and perhaps fame that'll hide the secrets that he keeps.

Oneshot, 1,361 words

-  why were you digging, what did you bury by ruffboi

"You'll be coming with me," his father said, rather abruptly and with no room for argument.

"I thought no one but the elders and the witch could know where the clearing is," Julian said slowly.

"This is your duty as my son and heir," his father snapped.

"Of course, father," Julian replied. "I'll be ready after supper." He wondered, a chill running down his spine, what this duty actually was.

Oneshot,  1,776 words

-  I Have Heart-Fire and Singing to Give by inexplicifics

Jaskier is invited to come and sing at Oxenfurt - an honor he has never dreamed he would be granted so young. But leaving Kaer Morhen has its perils...and there are those who would very much like to get their hands on the Consort of the Warlord of the North.

5/5 Completed, 23,311 words

-  And I'll go up, up to find us by thequeenofsong

Geralt's thoughts when he goes up the mountain after finding out about the husband hunters coming to Kaer Morhen. Also includes a flashback to the night in Redania after Geralt finds out Jaskier was sent as a sacrifice and Jaskier's confession of love. Inspired by Inexplicfic's Accidental Warlord AU.

Oneshot,  2,909 words

-  No More Monsters by ruffboi

When Geralt leads his army into Tretogor, they expect most of what they find.

What they don't expect is the near-silent, trembling figure they find tucked against the wall in Radovid's rooms after Eskel runs a sword through the bastard's throat.

Oneshot,  1,219 words

-  Dandelion Wedding Crowns by sageclover61

Twenty years after conquering Kaedwen, Redania sought a treaty with the Warlord of the North, and offered with it an arranged marriage.

Geralt, the accidental warlord of the north, would very like human nobles to stop doing monstrous things, like marrying off their children. Needless to say, the marriage won’t last. Now if only he could figure out how to help Jaskier and his sisters, too.

Inspired by Inex's AW AU and Pallidus' As long as the sun and moon are above.

Oneshot, 16,303 words

-  dead man running by peaktotheocean

Jaskier handed her the spare dagger and breathed easy when she took it without question. "Ciri, darling. We're going to get out of this dungeon together. You know how sometimes, humans call things monsters that aren't monsters at all? Rather just, things they don't understand?"

She looked at him with fierce determination in her eyes. "Yes, I do."

Oneshot,  7,512 words

-  Little Lark in Our Hearts by Chaos_Breeds

Based on inexplicifics Warlord!Geralt AU. Jaskier thought he was over what his father had done, when he was sent away as tribute to the White Wolf. During a conversation about sending tribute to another king, Jaskier realizes he very, very much is not okay.

Good thing he’s got a whole pack to help him through it.

———

(In which they get a stark reminder of Jaskier’s circumstances before becoming part of the Witcher’s keep.)

-  Long Live the King by stockholm_syndrom

Geralt placed the crown on his head before kneeling at his side, and the weight of it felt heavy on Jaskier’s brow.

Jaskier’s path to becoming king, takes place five years after the fall of Cintra.

10/10 Completed,  47,450 words

-  nights without sleep and days that burn by ruffboi

There was no madness in the eyes looking out from behind lank white hair, close enough he could reach out and brush it behind the witcher's ear.

"Are you bound to defend and serve me?" Julian asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Yes," the wolf growled, low and rumbling and nearly inaudible.

-----

Prince Julian of Kerack, when he came of age and was officially named his father's heir, was gifted four bound and controlled witchers by the king of Kaedwen: the last four wolves of Kaer Morhen. Julian would prefer to accept the gift and set them free, but is forbidden from doing that on pain of their deaths. So instead, all he can do is apologize and treat them decently.

This simple, compassionate act sets off a series of events that will irrevocably change his life, his witchers' lives, and the lives of everyone living in the Northern Kingdoms

10/16 Incomplete,  60,917 words

-  No Modesty Among Thieves by RebrandedBard

Geralt finds Jaskier tied up in their room after returning to the inn and all their things have been stolen. He has an unexpected family reunion when he goes to find the burglar.

Oneshot,  1,989 words

-  Tight Spot by CatLovePower

“Told you...” Geralt said, his voice rough, as if talking hurt, “to stay… with Roach.” “What? No, Geralt, this wasn’t a hunt,” Jaskier babbled. “We’re in Kaer Morhen. Did you hit your head? Actually scratch that, of course you hit your head, the whole tower crumbled on us…”

Oneshot,  5,055 words

-  Wasting in the Wings by RebrandedBard

After arriving in Kaer Morhen with the child surprise, Jaskier finds himself isolated from the wolves. He doesn't know how to act, who to be. He doesn't know what his purpose is in this strange place. Without even his lute, he has nothing. Geralt asked for his help bringing Ciri to the keep, but now that it's done, what further use is he? How long will it be now before he is turned away? As he waits and wonders, he is found wasting in the wings.

10/? Incomplete,  55,823 words

-  Little Birds Before They Learned to Sing by kimikocha, Rose (RoS13)

In the aftermath of the White Wolf conquering the rest of Redania, Jaskier thinks he's prepared for any eventuality as he sets off toward Lettenhove.

He's wrong.

Oneshot,  10,776 words

-  Into the Light Out of Darkness by inexplicifics

The Warlord of the North and his council have finally decided to conquer the rest of Redania - but one of Milena's old friends throws their best-laid plans into disarray.

It turns out Vizimir of Redania has been keeping more secrets than anyone ever dreamed.

5/5 Complete,  20,042 words

-  Hold On by CaptainRex_ika

It has been months since that day on the mountain, a day that left Jaskier alone.

Now, he finds himself a captive of Nilfgaard, who just want Geralt and that child surprise of his, and they believe Jaskier is the way to get the White Wolf's attention. After all, he is known as the Witcher's Bard.

Jaskier believes that this time Geralt won't come for him...not after that day.

28/28 Complete,  116,258 words

-  one wrong word and it all may come crashing down (for the fates are devious by heart) by Volts

There was Geralt, his face pulled into a familiar snarl. There was Yennefer, standing guilty and hurt, like something had been ripped from her - more so than she had in Oxenfurt even - with a sword to her throat.

Jaskier paused. Behind him Ciri had already mounted the giant black horse. The dwarves were already piling into their cart.

Geralt had said he was going to slay a monster.

(“Leave the sexy but insane witch to her inevitable demise!”

“She saved your life, Jaskier, I can’t let her die.”)

“No. Hang on a moment!”

Didn’t Geralt say that Voleth Meir fed on desperation and pain?

And Yennefer was fucking desperate.

*

When Geralt held a sword to Yennefer’s throat, Jaskier stepped in.

-  there's no plan, there's no kingdom to come by vachement

Jaskier was pretty sure he was dying. That, or Yennefer and Geralt were planning to murder him and sell his dismembered corpse on the black market, and they were buttering him up so that he wouldn’t fight back.

Okay, so maybe the second option was on the wrong side of absurdity, but Jaskier firmly believed that something was up.

There was no other reason, after all, for the two to be so nice to him.

Oneshot,  3,690 words

-  the falcon cannot hear by FandomTrash24601

He may not like Yennefer, but he doesn’t want to be more of a burden than he’s been already. If he can convince them that he’s good, that he’s great, that he’s ready to take on the world once more, then he can be out of their hair. He’s just an imposition on the perfect little family they’ve got going on, and no matter how he feels he’s not going to homewreck them. Not when there’s a young princess involved.

Title from the poem The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats

Oneshot,  14,317 words

-  Misadventure by kathkin

“I adore you,” says Jaskier.

“Yeah, I know,” says Geralt. “That’s your problem."

Oneshot,  638 words

-  hope it's nice where you are by K9_DFTBA

“It’s been such a long time, Julian. When will you be over him?”

Jaskier’s laugh, muffled and humorless, followed the question.

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

“I don’t enjoy seeing you hurting.”

“I’m fine. Most of the time.”

“Most of the time,”  Valdo echoed, and then, “oh, fuck.”

The progress bar stopped. Error loading. Tap to retry? Geralt tapped. This video is unavailable.

After Jaskier goes viral for being a pining mess during a livestream, Geralt’s family tries to figure out exactly why the couple broke up, given that Jaskier is clearly still in love with Geralt. Meanwhile, Geralt is in denial, Jaskier is absolutely fine, thanks, and the internet is having a bit of a breakdown.

8/8 Completed,  25,931 words

-  snowdrop by sage (lemontongues)

Jaskier prepares to leave Kaer Morhen after the battle with Voleth Meir.

Oneshot, 4,608 words

-  Stone Heart by ladyflowdi

The song comes to him in its entirety, as Rience snips the sinews in his legs like sewing thread.

Oneshot,  8,539 words

-  A Decade In The Sun by Literate_Wolverine

“You’d like us to be intimate then?” Geralt inquired earnestly. Jaskier nearly choked on his spit.

“We’re married, aren’t we?”

“Plenty of married couples would rather clean gutters than see each other bare. And you have that tavern girl of yours, from the village-- hush, that’s not an admonishment. I just assumed you’d been… put up for auction, when a groom was requested in the place of a bride. That you had no earnest, physical interest in men. Or if you did, that I was out of your age bracket. Which is acceptable. I have less than no interest in traumatizing you, or anyone, with my attentions.”

It was beginning to sink in for Jaskier that maybe, just maybe, he had in fact been joined in holy matrimony with a perfectly lovely man.

Oneshot, 14,334 words

-  boogie nights by spqr

“This isn’t nothing.” His eyebrows draw together. “Jaskier. What happened?”

Jaskier fists his hands in his own hair and contemplates pulling it out. “I got shot.”

“Shot,” Geralt echoes, in a tone Jaskier’s never heard before.

“Only a bit,” Jaskier hedges. “I took some vicodin, it’s perfectly fine. I can hardly feel it.”

Oneshot,  8,815 words

-  when one there are none by foxwedding

Jaskier's living high in the lap of luxury when Geralt barrels back into his life. The bard's been playing court songbird to one of Redania's higher marquises, delighting sheltered nobles with ballads of the countryside and general plight of the common folk.

Then Geralt and Yennefer arrive and Jaskier becomes aware that something might be deeply wrong.

Pre-Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

-  The High Road by sospes

Jaskier accepts an invitation to perform at the sixteenth birthday celebrations of an old friend's son, and, after everything, Geralt's not about to let him out of his sight. It all just sort of escalates from there.

6/6 Completed,  37,639 words

-  Long and Winding by sospes

On their way to meet Yennefer after wintering at Kaer Morhen, Jaskier gets separated from Geralt and Ciri. It all just sort of escalates from there.

8/8 Completed,  48,992 words

-  To Sleep Perchance To by sospes

Jaskier gets kidnapped and tortured. Geralt comes to rescue him.

Except it's not quite that simple.

Oneshot,  16,955 words

-  Bad Moon Rising by sharkhette

Jaskier had never expected it would be Geralt trying to kill him. Sure, the witcher liked to threaten as much, but they both knew he'd never make good on it. They were friends, whatever Geralt said.

But friends didn't try to rip each other's throats out with their teeth. _______

Or, Geralt returns from a hunt acting strange.

2/2 Completed,  9,022 words

-  Redwood and Dandelion by sharkhette

"The Witcher's bought a room for the night, and says he'll pay double for anyone who can bed him without stinking of fear the whole time."

"Oh, I've fucking got this," Jaskier promised. ____________

Or, the one where Jaskier works in a brothel and falls head over heels for the stoic, not-actually-that-scary Witcher who comes in requesting his services.

Geralt doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

Oneshot,  11,608 words

-  no; weaknesses by blogotron9000

Yennefer lets her spoon drop into her bowl, and Geralt senses, too late, the trap he's stepped into. "You think him weak, then?"

"That isn't what I said, Yen."

"But it's what you meant." Her eyes dare him to disagree, and he can't. "He was tortured for you."

Oneshot,  1,664 words

-  warm you like the sunshine by some_stars

"Why do you go with people who hurt you?"

He looked at Jaskier, and kept looking at him after he looked away and the smile dropped off his face. After a long silence, Jaskier said, in a much more tired voice, "I don't exactly have a lot of options, Geralt."

On the face of it it wasn't true--Jaskier could find a willing young woman or man in any half-crowded tavern without lifting a finger--but that wasn't what he meant, of course. He meant when he needed...that particular sort of person. That particular experience.

Without the slightest forethought or intention, Geralt frowned and said, "You have me."

Oneshot, 8,660 words

-  Unspoken by sospes

Geralt is summoned to the court of Count Enri and called on to fight a monster - and Jaskier, of course, is right in the middle of things.

Except monsters can be human, too.

Oneshot,  13,712 words

-  The Public Perception of the Barding Profession by sospes

“I’m a bard, Geralt,” Jaskier says, like that explains everything. “To a lot of people, there’s a very fine line between a musician and a whore. A line that’s so fine that, in fact, it doesn’t really exist."

Geralt learns that Jaskier's life can be just as painful as his, sometimes.

-  Words Alone by SnowshadowAO3

Derek gets the first text message two months after he leaves Beacon Hills. He stares at it for a long time without actually opening it up, trying to figure out why Stiles would be texting him at all. Things start fitting together in Derek’s mind: his dreams, the door he sees Stiles enter, the loss of memory. Stiles’ body, his mind, are no longer just his. Something is sharing it, controlling him. Derek doesn’t know what it is yet, but he’s damn well going to find out.

In which the Nogitsune ordeal brings Derek running back to Beacon Hills and, in the end, to Stiles.

Oneshot,  18,916 words

-  The Darkness Inside by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.

He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.

He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.

Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.

“Who is that?” he asked quietly.

“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”

Oneshot,  51,974 words

-  between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.

It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.

10/10 Completed,  105,192 words

-  more power than anything waiting in the dark by wangler

When Scott jogs back inside, his mom stands against wall, watching Stiles, eyeing the tangle of bandages and dusty old clothes.

"Get them off," Stiles is saying, dazed and soft. "Get it off."

Oneshot,  2,082 words

-  The Pull of the Tide by miss_aphelion

Stiles appears alone at the doors of the emergency room the morning after the full moon, covered in blood with a deep slash torn across his left side. He's suffering from hypovolemic shock and barely conscious and he won't tell anyone what happened—not his hospital appointed psychiatrist, not his father. Not even his pack.

The list of suspects is disconcertedly short. There were only seven others in the woods with Stiles that night: Derek, Scott, Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Jackson and Allison. And none of them remember the night in quite the same way.

20/20 Completed,  27,954 words

-  Pack Wars by miss_aphelion

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

31/31 Completed,  158,621 words

-  Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent

Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.

He’d even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.

But the worst monster he’s ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.

It’s why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. They’re really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.

Stiles doesn’t know how to be normal, not after everything he’s done and everyone he’s hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.

His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.

19/19 Completed,  188,781 words

-  Knot Again by prettylittlementirosa

Our friends they don’t know how to knock But dammit Derek I love your cock So stick it in It’s not a sin To knot me so hard I cannot walk

Or: Five times Derek and Stiles are interrupted while tied together by Derek's knot, and one time they're not.

(I promise this is not actually 5k of knotting limericks. Sorry if that disappoints you.)

-  It Was a Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”

Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.

Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.

“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.

“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”

2/2 Completed,  80,129 words

-  Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

25/25 Completed,  434,625 words

-  Well this is awkward... by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you please always check your text messages first thing in the morning?” a voice called from downstairs.

Stiles tensed, and realized why Derek had suddenly stopped the hanky panky.

Because clearly, they were not alone.

Oneshot,  1,376 words

-  Wait, you’re serious? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Is there a particular reason you’re not at school right now?”

The kid blinked at him, both hands still wrapped around the cup he’d almost sent flying. He turned to look around himself, as if trying to identify who Derek was speaking to, before realizing that he was, in fact, speaking to him.

“Are you talking to me?” he asked, as if needing it confirmed.

“I sure am.” Derek crossed his arms, going for disappointed as opposed to authoritative. Some of the little shits got all rebellious when he started acting authoritative and he didn’t want to have fists flying. It was always really awkward slapping handcuffs on minors for assault and calling their parents.

The kid gave him an unimpressed look, then rolled his eyes. “Haha, hilarious.”

Oneshot,  3,451 words

-  Behind Locked Doors by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Derek often showed up in his room—at least he used the fucking door now that he knew where the spare key was hidden—and he couldn’t escape people in general in the Jeep since they could see him through the window. His dad was home, and when he wasn’t, there was always the risk of other people showing up.

His bathroom, on the other hand? No, his bathroom was a small room with no window in the middle of the house with a lockable door and no judgement. He could sit in the bathroom for hours, and no one would question it. Was he watching porn on his phone and jerking off? Was he taking a massive dump? Did he have constipation? Was he stitching up the millionth injury of the month in private? Who knew? No one but Stiles!

The locked door at his back felt like a safety net for him sometimes. In the bathroom, he didn’t have to pretend. He didn’t have to smile and wave people’s words off, insist he was fine, laugh and act like everything was okay. In the bathroom, he was allowed to sit on the floor, his expression tight, and his body falling apart on him.

Oneshot,  11,128 words

-  No Time Like the Future by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

It wasn’t until he was ten that the full explanation came to him, because every year when a group of kids turned ten, schools had a one-day course specifically about soulmates, what they meant, and why everyone had weird writing on their arms.

Derek remembered sitting in that all-day class, completely horrified, and absolutely devastated. The course leader made it sound like a good thing. Soulmates were the other half of your own being, they were the person you were supposed to love and cherish, who would understand every part of you, and all that other garbage nonsense. He was not here for this.

It wasn’t that Derek had any understanding of love—not romantic love, and certainly not at ten years old—but he read a lot of books and watched some shows and movies with his family, and love looked like something different in those environments. Love looked like a choice, like the meeting of people, and the getting to know them, and actively falling in love with a person because they were amazing and nice and just fit.

Soulmates didn’t sound like that.

Oneshot,  40,590 words

-  Five Times Derek Walked in on Stiles in the Shower and the One Time He was Invited by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Stiles?” he said again, practically throwing it open and having Stiles almost hit the ceiling he jumped so high.

“Dude, what is with you?!” Stiles demanded, voice a few octaves higher than normal since he’d obviously been startled out of his skin. He angled himself away like he always did when Derek barged in on him in the shower, but he didn’t look mad, just like he was struggling to remind his heart how to beat at a normal rhythm. “Can a guy not shower in peace in his own house? Damn!”

“Are you okay?”

“Barring the heart attack I surely just experienced, sure, I’m great. How are you? Why are you in my bathroom?” He turned to raise his eyebrows at Derek. “Seriously dude, why are you always in my bathroom?”

Oneshot,  25,453 words

-  The Hope of Empty Men by Paintedsmile

While Stiles is trying to cope with everything he did under the control of the Nogitsune, Malia is quick to insinuate herself into his life and declares herself his ‘mate’. That would have been great if he’d actually been, y’know, interested, instead of trying to hold on to his sanity with both hands. His guilt combined with the fact that she has no idea about concepts such as ‘consent’, Stiles soon finds himself drowning. Will anyone reach him in time?

17/17 Completed,  119,390 words

-  Don't Speak by fatale

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something's wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can't understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it's gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he's lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

-  The Wolves Who Cried Boy by adara, Swlfangirl

In which almost none of the wolves know the true meaning of the word emergency and Stiles just wants to relax.

Oneshot, 5,008 words

-  Awake by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

He wished he could say he was surprised by the scowl, but considering he was positive Derek’s face was actually hard-set that way, he couldn’t be surprised. Why he was scowling at him now, though, he had no idea. He didn’t remember doing anything to piss him off lately.

Well, this week…

Today?

It was Derek, he probably got angry at Stiles when he breathed, so it was hard to really think on it too much.

Oneshot,  3,640 words

-  Illegal by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Scotty. I told you. Mountain Ash barrier is still up. If you need to talk to me, that’s what cell phones are for.” He reached the window and wrenched it open, leaning out so he could stare down at the pile of limbs on his front lawn, where the werewolf had fallen after his failed attempt at entering Stiles’ house. “Besides, if dad’s on the night shift, the doorbell works, too. You don’t need to—”

The words died in his throat when the face that looked up at him did not belong to Scott.

Derek Hale.

Derek Hale was standing in his front yard.

Oneshot,  3,143 words

-  Model by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“What the hell is going on in here?!”

Stiles’ screaming stopped abruptly and he twisted to look over his shoulder. Derek had frozen, one hand half down Stiles’ sweats, the other pinning his wrists to his pillow.

Both of them stared at the sheriff, who looked crossed between horrified and furious.

Oneshot,  1,612 words

-  Sing by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Sputtering with his vision swimming and head throbbing where he’d hit it against the wall, Stiles struggled to shove the shower curtain out of his face and stared up at the person looking to startle him to death.

Derek. Figured. Who else would it be? Nobody else tried to kill Stiles when he was tending to his hygiene.

Oneshot,  1,071 words

-  Vulnerable by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Scott answered him, but Stiles didn’t hear him. He bowed his head, breathing hard, feeling a panic attack threatening. Why had Scott asked him if he was himself? Why would he be asking him something like that unless...

Unless...

“Stiles!”

Derek was too close. He was way too close. He had both hands on Stiles’ cheeks, forcing him to look up at him. He looked worried, which was a weird expression to see on his face. Not that it didn’t happen, just that it was rarely directed towards Stiles.

“Stiles, breathe.”

Oneshot,  1,245 words

-  SuperWolf by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Who are you? What are you doing? How are you doing? What is going on? Put me down!”

The man holding him let out a small chuckle, but didn’t release him until they were back on the cliff.

Where the Kappas were.

And he did, in fact, try and put Stiles down.

Stiles clung to the man tightly, arms around his neck and legs twisted so he could keep himself raised off the ground.

“Ah, not now, not now! Put me down where there aren’t any Kappas!”

(SNYE - January 5th - Crossover)

Oneshot,  4,816 words

-  I Broke a Rule by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

They hadn’t ever spoken about rules, but they seemed pretty clear-cut and black and white.

No kissing, no talking about it, no feelings. Just fucking, and the occasional discussion before and after, and that was it.

Stiles knew the unspoken rules, and Derek knew the unspoken rules.

And yet somehow, they’d both broken them at almost the same time.

(SNYE - January 12th - Friends With Benefits)

Oneshot,  2,250 words

-  Follow the Code by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“I had that,” Stiles informed him, still on his ass on the hard ground.

“I could see that,” Derek said. He was still wolfed out, eyes glowing red, staring down at Stiles like he didn’t know what to make of him.

When Derek took a step forward, hand outstretched to help him up, Stiles raised his crossbow and fired. Derek leapt back a step, looking down at himself, then turned when he heard a thump, the second Omega in the area flat on its face with an arrow in its head.

Turning back to Stiles slowly, Derek frowned down at him. “You saved me.”

“I saved myself,” Stiles insisted, getting to his feet on his own.

(SNYE - January 8th - Enemies to Friends to Lovers)