I don't see myself as a writer but I wrote a few words for the Geraskier fandom so I decided to create this master list so I can keep track of them here (#fisfics is the tag I use for the fics).
AO3 links are also available. Hope you enjoy! 😊
Disclaimer: English is not my native language yet here we are. Typos and the likes will happen. Would love to get any comments and feedback :)
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GERASKIER MASTERLIST:
A promise made | read on tumblr
one-shot | 2.1k | T
“I know we haven’t talked much since we got here.”, he began. “In fact, since we… met again. I’d like us to talk. Now.”
A story in scents | read on tumblr
one-shot | 1.9k | T
One thing was perceiving emotions, a few of them requiring some experience to place, – especially those that are not usually present in a witcher’s life –, another was when emotions were accompanied by a particular scent, like this one.
Oh my compassionate light2 chapters | 2.3k | T
Chapter 1: Oh my compassionate light | read on tumblr
Chapter 2: Sweet guardian over my sleep | read on tumblr
Part 1 happens post-reconciliation.
Part 2 happens post-mountain and pre-reconciliation.
The 2 chapters are separate moments that can be read independently. One with Geralt's POV, the other with Jaskier's. Both are based on lyrics from the same song, mentioned in the summary.
Wholeheartedly | read on tumblr
one-shot | 458 | T
A tender moment in the spring sun.
Of hopes and dreams | read on tumblr
one-shot | 754 | T
Jaskier finds himself alone with his thoughts in a cold keep.
Come back, my dream, into my arms | read on tumblr
one-shot | 835 | T
Jaskier was laying on Geralt’s bed, — their bed now —, with his arms stretched out, open for the embrace he was pleading for.
Or, a moment in domestic fluff.
Of Beauty | read on tumblr
one-shot | 1550 | T
Jaskier began to appreciate more of the inward beauty he was witnessing daily as the Witcher’s companion and this appreciation became his guiding light to what his life would ultimately mean. He learned eventually that this Witcher’s tragic life meant more to him than he had initially considered, and that the vow he had made years before would cost him his heart.
Or: Jaskier understands and sees the beauty around him like no other, and makes it his life's work to sing it. Then he meets a Witcher.
99% of fanfiction is absolute dogshit bathwater and that’s beautiful, I love that, I love that the barrier for entry is nonexistent, I love that anyone can do it, I love all the badly written porn, I love that it’s just creation for creation’s sake, I love it. Except when it’s something I’m into. When it’s something I’m into, then I’m gonna need everyone to step it up.