Geralt could smell that the apology was nothing more than a lie, but at least they no would be able to get back on hand with the contracts. When everything was finalised, Jaskier pulled Geralt into a side street, placing a small kiss on the side of his cheek. Warning Language Febuwhump2021 febuwhumpday14 I didn't mean it

After a difficult fight that Geralt needed to call his brothers and father in to help him with, he takes them back to the cottage where Jaskier is waiting for him. His fellow Witchers get a shock when they meet the unusual Bard who accepts Witchers without a blink, and who loves the White Wolf. Slash. Geralt/Jaskier

With unsteady hands he started to treat the wound, cleaning it out and stitching it up. When he was finished he drank another dose of swallow. Febuwhump2021 febuwhumpday13 hidden injuries

Eskel quickly silenced him with an upheld hand however as the sound of nearby shuffling in the under growth caught his ear. Lambert swiftly fell silent listening for the sound. The sound grew closer & soon enough a pair of black clad soldiers came into view, hough the majority of the rustling came from the lad being dragged along behind by a rope. -Sequel to clouded emotions.

"I love you my darling." Jaskier felt the tears slowly slipping from his cheeks falling onto Geralt. This wasn't fair and he didn't know how he could deal with it. Febuwhump2021 day9: buried alive

He slumped over Geralt, as the guilt ate at him, he couldn't hear his breathing anymore. And when he pressed his ear against Geralt's chest was their only silence. Jaskier could feel the hopelessness getting the better of him.

Geralt was always stronger than he had realised and Jaskier was weaker than he let on. Jaskier was always quick to say something whether it was a comment here or there but what did it mean for their relationship when Jaskier would never actually say how he felt? Sometimes he wished he could tell Geralt that he was weak and that it actually hurts.

Yennefer x Tissaia. Après avoir passé des décennies à chercher un moyen de combler le vide en elle, Yennefer se rend compte que ce qu'elle cherchait depuis le début se trouvait juste sous ses yeux. Mais la guerre de le Nilfergaard risque de tout compromettre. Et si c'était déjà trop tard ?

Geralt and jaskier find themselves in a particular Inn outside of Lyria time and time again. Something's off each time, the Inn, the vampires, the barmaids, among other things but time and time again they return.

A harsh winter hits the continent sealing the pathway to Kaer Morhen, Geralt and Eskel are left to find somewhere else to spend the winter. Geralt takes Eskel to Oxenfurt to stay with a certain Bard who is thrilled to see them. Spending the winter together seems to change something with the relationship between Bard and Witcher that has been a long time coming. Slash

A bite from a Nekker, can lead a Witcher into a state of delirium. And it was exactly at an illusion that he thought when he suddenly heard Jaskier's voice speak to him. He couldn't locate the voice, but he heard it clearly. God how much he had missed that voice.

Story written for the first day of Geraskier Week (2020) Day 1. Soulmates

Stregebor, Yennefer knows, is the one who ruined her life. When she comes across another young woman who says the same… Well, Yennefer is more than happy to help Renfri with her revenge. A 1.01 (The End's Beginning) AU. Yennefer/Renfri.

Jaskier performs, and Valdo Marx sees a perfect time to speak to Geralt. [Geralt x Jaskier, Geraskier]

A raw scream broke through the treetops. This wasn't right. He pressed his face into Geralt's shoulder. A sob tore through him. This wasn't right.

Geralt is injured on a contract. He calls Jaskier to talk with him. Jaskier sank to the floor, he stared at the phone, he tried again to get through to Geralt, but there was only silence over the phone.

Jaskier souffla d'exaspération en redressant la tête pour observer la cime des arbres. Il avait beau tenter de faire appel à son sens de l'orientation, qui n'était pas si mauvais d'habitude, il devait bien admettre malheureusement que cette fois, il était bel et bien perdu. [Nuit du FOF]

Geralt had to slay a kikimora, a little girl was killed and Geralt lives with the regret of another person he couldn't safe. Jaskier is there to give him some advise.

Jaskier carefully touched the vial of poison resting just over his heart—the action deliberately calculated to look wistful, as if he was remembering a past love—and considered if death was a viable option out of this situation. (After a successful hunt, of course there is only one bed left for Geralt and Jaskier. [Witcher!Jaskier, Geraskier, Geralt x Jaskier])

Jaskier has never stayed with Geralt through winter before. As Yule approaches, they find themselves caught in a blizzard and encounter a monster threatening the closest town. Jaskier's Yule gift also drives a wedge of tension between them, making a cold winter even colder.

Geralt and Jaskier are sharing a room at an inn when Geralt forgets he invited company. M/M with brief F/M/M. Geralt/Jaskier one-shot. Rated M. Also published on my AO3 account.

How come that Geralt tolerates Jaskier? How is it possible that he didn't just shove him within ten minutes? Main inspiration from Netflix, with lots of references to the short stories (spoilers) and some game references for good measure. M for lemons, language and violence – in different forms. Slash heavy, but if you don't like slash chapters 1-3 should still be fine.

Small scenes from Jaskier's and Geralt's life on the Path, where they vocalise their love through all five languages. / Part of a series of 5 one-shot fics, each containing/surrounding a poem. The fics are separate works and do not take place in the same universe. / Previously published on AO3

Geralt left on a hunt. Jaskier can't find him, however, he did find a new companion to keep him occupied while he waits for the Witcher to return. This is a cute little story where the idea actually came from one of the beautiful people in a Witcher group. They liked it and I hope you do too.

Jaskier, son of a Goddess and a Fae, has fallen in love, and such a petty thing as death is not going to keep him from living happily ever after. / Part of a series of 5 one-shot fics, each containing/surrounding a poem. The fics are separate works and do not take place in the same universe. / Previously published on AO3