#geraskier fandom

but shit, i wanna see jaskier turn on his flirting skills for real in season 2, acting all suave and charming

The Spring of Burning Forests (M, 52k)

Adventure, heartbreak and drama, plenty of banter, mutual pining and a happy ending. Canon-compliant with strong villains and a hostile setting. Expect some twists and turns!

Here it is on AO3

The Lovelorn Monster (M, 16k)

Modern AU post-mountain fix-it with monsters and bloodshed, a fair bit of angst, a lot of gallows humour, and a happy ending. Set on Christmas day. 

Here it is on AO3 

The Curse of the Fluff Castle (M, 7.5k)

A little bit meta and experimental, Hammer-horror inspired Dracula vibes, with a sprinkling of a fluff fic parody. What is true love anyway?

Here it is on AO3

Reposting in hopes that it gets seen and reblogged (I wish Tumblr would fix links already :( )

I know everyone always writes the fic where Geralt ends up hearing Jaskeir’s thoughts, and thus finds out he loves him.

But what if for a change it’s Jaskier that can hear geralts’s thoughts. What if he hears that internal monologue about all the idiot people around them, and the constant description of sounds from nature. Or descriptions of how everything looks for Geralt with his super Witcher eyes.

And Jaskier realizes Geralt is not only super funny and sarcastic but really poetic and soft (only in nature). But also like really sweet towards kids and stuff. And then he hears Geralts’s opinion of him or his singing. So Jaskier starts to sing softer songs or mainly G’s favorites.

Eskel and Lambert’s eyes collectively narrow from where they’re propped against the wall opposite...not jealous at all

Geralt gives his brothers a sidelong glance under heavy lids and a cheeky grin, sucking in a sharp breath as Jaskier’s fingers tug aggressively.

Eskel shifts, surreptitiously crossing one leg over the other

Lambert breathes slowly through his nose and out through parted lips

Jaskier curls his fingers under, short nails scratching gentle lines into Geralt’s scalp from the nape of his neck to his crown as he gathers his soft silver tresses into his hands.

Geralt squeezes his eyes closed, a low growl slithering from his lips as he shifts in his chair, attempting to mask the way his hips are trying to twitch.

Eskel sucks his bottom lip in and it’s suddenly stiflingly warm

Lambert fists his hands at his sides, willing them to remain at his sides and mentally curses the tight fabric of his breeches.

Jaskier’s thumbs press into the firm cord of muscle that stretches across Geralt’s shoulders, lithe fingers whispering against Geralt’s sensitive ears.

An electric wave makes Geralt’s skin prickle and he shudders magnificently at the touch...a whine hitches in his throat as Jaskier withdraws his hands.

Jaskier’s eyes flicker salaciously from the growing point of interest in the front of Geralt’s pants to Eskel and Lambert before grasping Geralt’s hand and tugging him up.

Eskel *swallows thickly*: I’m next

Lambert, hisses back: The fuck you are...

Jaskier, with a soft chuckle: Salon’s closed boys...

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