Hi, I absolutely LOVED your short fic about ace Jaskier and Geralt ❤️ I wanted to ask if you could recommend any other fics that include ace Geraskier, maybe your favourite ones, because I'd love to read them but unfortunately it's not easy for me to find them. Thanks so much in advance.
Hi! thank you so much I'm so happy you liked it <3
I remember the first time I read an ace!Jaskier fic my mind was blown bc I didn't think I'd find fics like that but there are so many amazing ones! Here are my top four in no particular order:
A Little Human Contact (by Quallian42)
summary: As a prank Eskel and Lambert gift Geralt a session with a professional cuddler (Jaskier). Geralt is weirded out at first but then it turns out that he really likes cuddling and also he really really likes Jaskier
why I love it: The focus isn't on Geralt being ace. It's just a story in which he happens to be ace and it's lovely to read a slowburn with plot in which the main character is ace. also the pining. So much pining and none of it is sexual. It felt so good to read a story like that
Too Much, Too Litte (by @samstree)
summary: Geralt believes he has to has sex with people in order to get to hold someone and be close to them. Jaskier explains that he doesn't need to have sex with Geralt because he loves being close to him in any way Geralt enjoys
why I love it: the metaphor for asexuality is a beast beneath Geralt's skin. And that's just genius bc that's a metaphor I've only ever seen used to describe sexual urges and this revearsal is everything. (Also, spoiler for the ending: It's not just sex. Maybe Geralt will never want to kiss Jaskier either and that's ok. As someone who's not a big fan of kissing, this ending had me in tears. Just. So beautiful)
A Touchy One (@dhwty-writes)
summary: Geralt notices that Jaskier touches people a lot, but he doesn't seem to like getting touched in return. He asks him about it and Jaskier tells him that he doesn't like being touched because it often leads to sex.
why I love it: It's written from the POV of an allosexual person learning that their loved one is asexual. I don't think I've read something like that very often. It's really interesting to see how Geralt pays attention to Jaskier. And Geralt is just so soft in this and the writing style is beautiful
The Talk (by @lotsofquestionslimitedanswers)
summary: Geralt thinks he needs to have sex to keep his romantic partners happy. He doesn't know how to answer when Jaskier wants to have a talk first and asks him about what he likes in bed.
why I love it: The communication. Jaskier insists on making sure he knows what his partner likes in bed and the things Geralt says are heartbreaking. Jaskier's reassurances are beautiful and you can see how much he loves Geralt with everything he says.
I'm sorry these are the only ones I remember right now. I know I've read many more ace! Geralt and/or ace!Jaskier fics. So here are some much longer fic rec lists by other people (not all of these are Geraskier and some of them are explicit):
Ace & Aro Rep Witcher Fics (by @stinastar)
Ace Week 2020 (by @jaskierswolf)
(this isn't Geraskier and it's shameless self promotion but I'm just gonna mention my ace!Valdo fic here bc we deserve some "I didn't even consider that I might be different I just thought everyone was joking about sexual attraction" dumbassery: I'd rather eat cake )
Hhhheellllooo my dear, for ace week, one of them witchers or possibly a bard, not gamling for the sirens lure, just tilting his head in confusion and his little ace face is safe for another day 💖
Sing for Me
Pairing: Geralt & Jaskier
Rating: T
CW: death mention for unnamed characters, Siren!Jaskier, light mentions of sexual content
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Overall, Jaskier loved his life as a siren, he got to sing freely and meet so many beautiful people from all over the Continent. A lot of them were from the coastal towns but others were just weary travellers, sitting along the golden sand as they rested their tired feet. He loved those people the most, their strange clothes and accents, the childlike wonder they had for the sea. Yes, Jaskier met so many wonderful people…
But they never stayed.
He didn’t mean to kill them, he only ever wanted a friend, but they would hear his songs and go mad with lust, swimming into the cold ocean currents, choking on their own breath as they tried to get to Jaskier on the rocks. He would cry for them, every time, his song changing from one of love to one of mourning.
Gods, he was so fucking lonely. He had his family, but he wanted more than the handful of people he’d been around his whole life. Sometimes he flew out to the mainland, flying high above the beaches, but the people screamed and hired monster slayers to hunt him down. He had a very nasty scar on his left thigh to prove it.
Jaskier had tried just… not singing… but he’d been miserable. So he sang, and people died. That was just his life as a siren, and really it wasn’t all bad. The landscape was beautiful and he was surrounded by music.
He grinned as a boat came into view, a little sailing boat with a singular occupant. Long silvery hair fell down past his shoulders, two swords were strapped to his back.
A monster slayer.
Jaskier knew he should be scared as he ran his claws along the dark blue scar on his thigh, but the man was beautiful, and the song escaped his lips before he could help it. He sang about moonlight- the colour of the man’s hair -and two lovers embracing under the blanket of stars in the night sky. He sang about caressing the pale skin, tracing his lover’s scars, worshipping his body, and riding him all night long.
But the boat didn’t change course.
The monsterslayer didn’t even seem interested in the siren’s nest so close to the shore.
So Jaskier sang louder, flapping his wings and flying to the edge of his rock. This time golden eyes met his, gorgeous and burning like fire, seering into Jaskier’s soul. He winked at the monsterslayer as he sang, his hands reaching out to the man.
And still the boat stayed steady. The monsterslayer cocked his head, his brow furrowing, but not affected by Jaskier’s song in the slightest
It was probably a good thing. The man would die if he came too close to the rocks that Jaskier called home, still he sighed and flopped back onto his rock with a pout.
“Fine, be like that. I just wanted a friend,” he muttered.
The man’s head tilted the other way, and Jaskier knew the bastard had heard him.
“If I fly to your boat, do you promise not to kill me?”
A nod.
His wings unfurled and he shot up into the sky, circling the boat a few times before diving down to land on the tiny deck.
“If you want a friend, why do you keep singing about sex?”
It was Jaskier’s turn to look confused. “I’m a siren?”
“Hmm.”
“Siren’s sing about sex, that’s just- that’s what we do. Wait, hang on… you weren’t affected?”
The monsterslayer shrugged.
“Is that because of what you are?”
“My brother almost got caught by a siren once, so I don’t think so. Never really been one for sex though. It’s alright but I don’t need it. Yen likes it and I love her but…” he shrugged again.
“Huh.”
“Still looking for a friend?”
Jaskier’s eyes went wide and he smiled brightly at the monsterslayer, sticking out his hand to shake. “I’m Jaskier.”
“Geralt.”
“Oh this is going to be great fun, Geralt!” Jaskier laughed, and pulled the monsterslayer into a hug.
So this was supposed to be ready for International Asexuality day but...life happens! Here is some gray ace Geralt. I’m dedicating it to my favorite gray ace, my lovely wife @xkatchy (sweetie, don’t think you have to read it, it’s smut lol). This one fought me hardcore, so I hope you enjoy it!
18+ under the cut, no warnings. 2750 words.
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They’re holding hands.
Geralt can’t stop staring at their joined hands, fingers laced together as Jaskier drags him up the stairs and to their rented room. His heart is beating much quicker than it should be, and he can’t stop looking at their fucking hands. He knows this is it, this is the night Jaskier will finally leave him.
He slams the door behind them and barely has a moment to breathe before Jaskier shoves him up against it, continuing what they’d started downstairs. His lips are just as soft as before, plush and giving and the sweetest thing Geralt’s ever felt. He wishes witchers could cry, because he already feels a hollow pit in his stomach, but he has to make this last as long as he can.
Clinging to Jaskier’s hips, he sighs into the kiss, tilting his head and opening his mouth to Jaskier’s eager tongue. It’s so easy to fall into it, like they’ve been building up to this moment for years, like everything he’s ever wanted is somehow slotting into place, but he knows it won’t last much longer. He whines into the kiss and Jaskier swallows it down, exploring his mouth as they start to rock against each other.
Jaskier’s prick is thick and solid against his thigh, and that’s the point where it’s all too much.
“Stop,” Geralt whispers, pulling back and sighing loudly. For his part, Jaskier goes completely still, hands jumping back as if burned, and he looks at Geralt with worry in his eyes.
“Too fast? Did I, uh, did I read this wrong? Because down at dinner you seemed like maybe this was ok? Did I just make a fool out of myself?” Jaskier mutters, reaching up to run a shaky hand through his mussed up hair. Geralt wants to keep his eyes shut tight, wants to remember the feeling of Jaskier’s welcoming mouth on his own, but he owes it to him to be honest.
“I...can I talk and you just listen?” Geralt asks, meeting Jaskier’s heavy gaze. He nods quickly, and Geralt moves past him to sit on the edge of the bed. This is the part he hates, the part when he gets mocked and left for greener pastures. He takes a deep breath and leans forward, elbows on his knees, and looks straight at Jaskier while he begins to ramble. “I’m broken. It’s not you, gods please know it’s not you, you’re perfect, Jaskier. I know we’ve danced around this for years, and it’s cruel of me to lead you on, because as much as I care for you, I’m broken.”
“As in...unable to perform?” Jaskier asks carefully, and Geralt just chuckles softly at him. That seems to ease some of the tension, and Jaskier perches on the edge of the bed, close enough that Geralt can feel the heat coming off his body.
“No, my cock works just fine,” Geralt admits before rubbing a hand over his face. He sighs again and tries to find the right words. “Being a witcher means you don’t get a lot of choice. Everything is taken away from you, not your own to handle. I guess something happened during my trials? I don’t know. I just...I’ve never felt comfortable with fucking. I have no problem taking care of myself, and I don’t mind certain parts of it, but I’m not big on the whole touching thing. So...broken.”
“I’m sorry if the kissing was too much,” Jaskier rushes out, looking frantic. Geralt shakes his head and reaches out to take one of his hands in his. He rubs circles on the back of Jaskier’s hand while he tries to put his words together.
“I like kissing,” Geralt starts slowly. He bites his lip and sorts out his thoughts for a moment before continuing, “I like you. Very much. I like sharing space with you. I enjoy your familiar touches, a hand on my shoulder or an arm around my waist while we sleep. I just...don’t particularly want you to touch my cock?”
“Ok, but you’d...you wouldn’t be opposed to a relationship if we work this out?” Jaskier asks, and he looks so hopeful that Geralt thinks it might actually work. No one has ever let him get this far before. Normally he just gets laughed at or kicked out.
“You’re a very sexual person,” Geralt points out, but Jaskier just grins at him.
“I also have very talented hands and know how to take care of myself as you so tactfully put it. So kissing is ok and cuddling is ok. What about watching? Would you want to watch? Or let me watch you?” Jaskier asks, and Geralt is actually surprised at how well he’s taking this.
“You don’t want to fuck me?” he asks sharply, and Jaskier just shrugs at him.
“Darling, I would love to. Trust me. But I also want you to be happy with me. I would never ask for more than you can give me,” Jaskier tells him, and it feels too good to be true. His face must give him away, because Jaskier moves closer and smiles widely at him. “I mean that, my dear witcher. Let me love you how you want to be loved?”
His breath hitches in his chest - the closest thing to a sob he’s ever known - and he folds around Jaskier, pulling him into a tight hug. Geralt buries his face against Jaskier’s neck and takes in the calming scent of cinnamon and sea salt, inhaling deeply as he tries to pull himself together. Jaskier runs a hand down his back before freezing and going stiff in his arms.
“Is this ok?”
“Yes. I like it when you comfort me. Makes me feel special,” Geralt whispers, feeling so fucking small all of a sudden, and Jaskier is quiet for so long he’s not sure he said it loud enough to be heard. But then Jaskier wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as he whispers praise in his ear.
“Thank you for being so open with me. Let me take care of you. What do you want?” Jaskier asks roughly.
“I didn’t think I’d get this far,” Geralt admits, chuckling against the crook of Jaskier’s neck.
“Such little faith in me?” he teases, but the words ring out lightly.
“No one has ever stayed,” Geralt offers, trying not to dwell on it. It sounds so brutal when he says it out loud, makes his past far too real.
“I’m glad, if only so I can have you,” Jaskier rushes out, and Geralt has to bite down on his shoulder because he suddenly feels so overwhelmed that he can’t hold it in, needs to sink his teeth into this wonderful man that somehow wants him for him.
“Kissing?” he mumbles as he sits back. Jaskier’s eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed. It’s a great look on him, and Geralt wants to see more of him, wants to know what he looks like in the throes of passion. “And maybe then watching each other? I bet you’re gorgeous when you come.”
“Fuck,” Jaskier hisses and glares at him. “You can’t just say things like that. But yes, of course, I’ll gladly take whatever you’ll give me.” He moves up the bed and lays back against the pillows, shooting Geralt a smirk before patting his thighs invitingly.
And then it’s easy again, so damn easy to slide up the bed and straddle Jaskier’s thighs. It’s natural to let himself be pulled into a kiss, to sigh at the soft feeling of Jaskier’s lips against his own again. He thought he wasn’t going to get to keep this, but Jaskier is always full of surprises. He moans into the kiss and kneels up so their hips aren’t touching. That’s too much for him, but Jaskier doesn’t seem to mind, just keeps kissing him.
His hands are everywhere - such strong hands - and Geralt melts under his touch. Jaskier digs his fingers into his shoulders, holds him close as their mouths move together. He’s hard, but for once it’s not frightening, not something he has to fight against.
Geralt feels safe with Jaskier, and that should be alarming, but they’ve been moving around each other and sharing space for years. It’s only natural to take this next step together.
They kiss for what feels like ages, until he’s dizzy with it, until he has to pull back and rest his forehead against Jaskier’s and just pause for a moment. Jaskier doesn’t stop touching him, has one hand cupping his hip and the other rubbing small circles on his lower back, and instead of making him want to run from it, Geralt thinks he could stay like this forever.
“Can I see you?” Geralt pants out, his voice cracking over the words. Jaskier nods quickly and Geralt scrambles back towards the end of the bed. He keeps kneeling, digs his fingers into his thighs as he watches Jaskier palm himself through his trousers.
“You’re in charge. What do you want?” Jaskier asks, his voice ragged already. He looks like pure sin, and Geralt takes a moment to just look. The laces on his chemise are undone, chest hair peeking out, and Geralt desperately wants to know how far down the flush goes. He realizes that he can and wets his lips while he considers his options.
“Take your shirt off,” Geralt says slowly, his pulse speeding up as Jaskier hurries to comply. His chest is sweaty, his hair starting to curl, and he’s flushed down to his navel. Jaskier doesn’t do anything else, just lays back against the pillows once his shirt is on the floor, seemingly waiting for his next instruction. “Should I?” Geralt asks, tapping his chest hesitantly.
“Oh fuck yes, please,” Jaskier spits out, leaning forward as he watches Geralt shrug out of his shirt. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. Let me see you? Wanted this for so long.” He sounds strained, like he’s holding himself back from asking for more, and Geralt has never felt this taken care of. No one has been this careful about what he wants, and it’s a heady feeling. He climbs off the bed and steps out of the rest of his clothing before kneeling on the bed again. He cups his cock, pressing against the heel of his palm, and rocks his hips into the familiar touch.
“You too?” Geralt asks, and Jaskier nods frantically before raising his hips and shoving his trousers and smalls down. He drops them off the edge of the bed and settles back against the pillows, thighs spread wide and fingers white-knuckled as he digs them into his own skin. Geralt takes him in, eyes eagerly flitting across his body. He’s absolutely gorgeous - way too gorgeous for Geralt - and he isn’t quite sure what to do with that.
“I can feel you overthinking, love,” Jaskier teases, voice warm as he smiles across the bed at him. “What has you frowning like that?”
“You’re too pretty for me,” Geralt mumbles, feeling stupid as soon as the words leave his mouth.
“Can I tell you what I see when I look at you?” Jaskier asks, and Geralt can’t help but nod. “I see someone who is strong and solid. Your scars are proof of what a survivor you are, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. They’re reminders that you are here, that you’ve been through so much and are still willing to find a spot in your life for me. I look at you and I’m so in love with you that I feel it right down to my bones. You’re perfect for me.”
“Fuck you,” Geralt spits out, because his chest suddenly feels too tight and he doesn’t know how else to react.
“None of that, dear. Look at what you do to me, just watching you,” Jaskier replies before wrapping those long slender fingers around his prick. He starts to stroke himself slowly, and Geralt watches with wide eyes as pre-come beads at the head.
“Rougher,” Geralt growls, and Jaskier keens as he starts to work himself quicker. He looks so hot like this, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as he pumps himself, and Geralt is quickly getting lost in it. He’s leaking steadily now, pre-come slicking the way, and Geralt can’t figure out where to look.
His eyes dart from Jaskier’s flushed and sweat-slicked chest to his mouth, watching as his tongue sneaks out to wet his lips, and then back down to his hand as he roughly strokes himself. His hips are bucking, and he starts fucking his fist, his gaze heavy as he meets Geralt’s eyes. Whining, Geralt reaches down and takes himself in hand. He didn’t realize how turned on he is, how strained his poor prick is, and he can’t help jerking himself hard and fast, just how he loves it.
“W-what now?” Jaskier asks, panting as he bites down on his lower lip and lets out a low moan. He brings his knees up, feet flat on the bed, and fucks up into his tight fist, and Geralt thinks it’s the most beautiful he’s ever looked.
“Play with your nipples,” he orders, and Jaskier whines before moving a hand up his chest and circling a nipple with his fingertips. He pinches and twists his own nipple and releases a string of broken moans that go straight to Geralt’s cock. He’s striping his prick in tandem with the movement of Jaskier’s hips, panting harshly as they move towards completion together.
“So close,” Jaskier keens, eyes going wide as he shoots Geralt a frantic look and tugs on his nipple. “Please.”
“Come for me,” Geralt growls, voice cracking over the words, and then Jaskier cries out, coating his own chest and thighs with endless splashes of come. He sobs out Geralt’s name, and that’s what pushes him over the edge, hissing as he spills into his hand.
“Fuck, Geralt,” Jaskier pants out, chest rising and falling as he gasps for air. He looks thoroughly debauched, chest red with exertion and painted in his own seed. Geralt pumps himself, milking his cock as he works through his own orgasm.
The image of Jaskier watching him from across the bed will be burned behind his eyelids for the rest of his life. He just knows it.
“Can you?” Jaskier starts, trailing off as he sucks in a deep breath. He looks wrecked, and Geralt loves every second of it. “Can you come here? Is that ok? Only if you’re comfortable.”
Fuck, he’s in love with him and for some gods-forsaken reason Jaskier feels the same.
“Let me just,” Geralt motions towards the basin on the table across the room. He jumps out of bed and grabs a clean cloth, wetting it before washing himself off. There’s nothing he can do for the state of their bedding, but he’s sure it’s seen worse. He slides back into bed and carefully wipes up Jaskier’s skin, dipping down to press a gentle kiss against his mouth as he does so. Jaskier sighs into the kiss and cups his cheek, nuzzling him as he pulls back to grin up at him.
“This is ok? Do you want my clothes back on?” Jaskier asks him, and Geralt is so happy he could cry. No one has ever thought about his needs over their own and it’s a lot to get used to.
“It’s fine,” Geralt says, but then Jaskier raises an eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes before adding to it. “It’s fine because it’s not sexual. I like laying with you like this. You’re not pressuring me for anything I don’t want. Can...can I just hold you for a bit?”
“Of course, dear. Anytime you want. And I’ll never pressure you, not for anything,” Jaskier smiles at him sweetly and curls up against his chest. Geralt reaches down and tugs the blanket over their bodies, for once not worried about this turning into something he didn’t ask for.
“I think I know that now. Thank you,” Geralt tells him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer.
“Sweet dreams, love,” Jaskier whispers.
“Night...love,” Geralt says, only feeling slightly silly. But he can feel Jaskier grin against his collar bone and knows that someday soon he’ll be able to say those words for real.
If you’re coming to this list from a reblog, please click through to the original post as it’s likely been updated with more content!
Please note I haven’t read everything on these lists, so I can’t speak to all they contain, ya dig? Mind the tags etc. <3
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General/Teen:
💚 For You, My Friend, Always - aro Jaskier having feels during the holidays with supportive Geralt - by @stinawrites
💜 A Little Human Contact - ace Geralt, professional cuddler Jaskier
💜 Always - grey ace Geralt - married Geraskier shower together (no smut, not horny) - by @kueble
💜 The Theory of Pleasure - ace Jaskier ep. 6 fix-it - by @innocentbi-stander
💚 Snowed In Gerlion - demi-aro Geralt and his friend Dandelion, falling in love? - by @jaskierswolf
❧ Much more under the cut!
💜 I am Looking Respectfully , Mistletoe & Lights - Yenfri meet-cute and holiday follow-up with very subtle grey ace Renfri - by @stinawrites
💜 A Moment of Madness - grey ace Renfri - somewhat established relationship, Yennefer and Renfri have a chat about sex and boundaries, nothing explicit, it’s soft - by @stinawrites
💜 normality - ace Geralt and supportive Jaskier, they kiss, talk about sex then snuggle - by @loralielo (tumblr won’t link)
💜 Pillow Fort - ace Geralt - Geraskier cuddles in a pillow fort - by @artistsfuneral
💜 Old Witcher Cuddles - ace Keldar - Guxart/Vesemir and Keldar have comfort snuggles in Kaer Morhen - by @rawrkinjd
💜 Oranges and Mischief - ace Keldar - Keldar/Guxart/Vesemir, Keldar adds a new arrival to the library’s collection and his two lovers prove that age doesn’t lessen a penchant for mischief. Kissing, brief reference to smut but nothing explicit; just love and soft - by @rawrkinjd
💚 Non Traditional - aro Dandelion - Dandelion is nervous about the usual relationship questions he’s going to get from over-nosey people at an event and Geralt puts him at ease. Kilts and fluff - by @hailhailsatan
💚 best friends can snog sometimes - aro Jaskier - non-romantic geraskier, supportive Geralt, banter, friends can kiss sometimes, as a treat - by @jaskierswolf
💚 St. Julian’s Day - aro Renfri - Modern AU, Renfri helps Lambert shop for a gift for Aiden - by @jaskierswolf
💚 Two Tries - aro Ciri - Modern AU, Ciri comes out to supportive Jaskier - by @kueble
💚 More than Enough - aro Jaskier - Jaskier is anxious and Geralt is reassuring and supportive - by @jaskierswolf
💜💚 Free - aro/ace Yennefer - character study of sex-positive aro/ace Yen - by @jaskierswolf
💚 Commitment - aro Dandelion - Dandelion and Jaskier are roommates, Dandelion comes out to a supportive Jaskier - by @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde
💚 Curse - aro Jaskier - Jaskier has been cursed which can only be broken by true love’s kiss in this bullet fic - by @slythnerd
💜 our passion on this lonely sea - ace Keldar - With Ivar asleep at his side, Keldar writes in his journal, looking back on their relationship - by @lambertsmoonshine
💚 Hexer bullet fic - aro Geralt x Jaskier bullet fic based on the Hexer TV series - by @slythnerd
💚 I Am Yours - aro Jaskier - Geralt and Jaskier have a slight misunderstanding and establish being in a QPR - by @jaskierswolf
💜💚 A Bard Without Love - ace/aro Yen, grey aro Jask - Yennefer and Jaskier coming to understand each-other and the beginning of a yenskier friendship - by @jaskierswolf
💚 Arrows - aro Geralt - bullet fic, Geralt doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day but Jaskier gives him a present and puns abound - by @slythnerd
💚 I’d wait a lifetime - demiromantic Geralt - bullet fic, Geralt wants to invite Jaskier to Kaer Morhen for the winter - by @slythnerd
💚 Date Night - P1 & P2 - aro Aiden - Aiden and Lambert meet again after a few weeks separation, is this a date...? - by @slythnerd
💚 Eskel Dreams of Love P1 - aro Eskel - After Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen and tells romantic tales of Courtly Love, Eskel can’t stop thinking about the stories and what it must feel like to be in love - so much so, he starts writing a book - by @slythnerd
💚 Heart of Stone - aro Jaskier - Jaskier finds a heart-shaped rock, feels anxious about being aromantic and Geralt reassures him - by @lokibus
💚 Still friends, always will be - aro Geralt & aro Jaskier - modern AU (with magic?) Geraskier QPR feat Yen/Triss - by @jaskierswolf
💜💚 cuddling - grey aro and ace Geralt & ace Jaskier - Jaskier discovers that Geralt needs a lesson in setting personal boundaries and how to cuddle, softness ensues - by @all-hail-the-witcher
💚 Courting Gift - demi-aro Geralt - Geraskier featuring courting gifts and a side helping of friends to lovers - by @jaskierswolf
💜💚 One Bed Shared (between friends) - aro Aiden, ace Lambert, them just being comfortable and cozy cuddling together - Just One Bed platonic prompt - by @officerjennie
💚 Dumbasses in Quarantine - aro Geralt & aro Jaskier - modern au, roommates, idiots being idiots during the plague, just fluff - by @fontegagrilledcheese
💜 (no such thing as) an uncompromised touch - ace Geralt - Geralt knows that Jaskier wants to get him into bed. Geralt is all too willing to go - as long as it doesn't include sex - by @asweetprologue
💚 Fem Jaskier AU - aro fem Jaskier - Geralt and Jaskier talk about feelings and expectations in this illustration/comic, Jaskier comes out to a loving Geralt as aro - by @spielzeugkaiser
💜 The Salami is a Metaphor - ace Serrit - Serrit has something important to tell Auckes. The words are hard to find, but the salami is there to save the metaphor - by @frenchkey & @jayofolympus
💚 Arrow - aro Milva & aro Regis - Regis talks to Milva about being aromantic - by @jaskierswolf
💚 A fool in love - demi-aro Jaskier - Jaskier sorts out his feelings and how they relate to how he identifies, with supportive Geralt - by @jaskierswolf
💚 It's Warmer With You Here - aro Jaskier - Platonic fluffy nonsense featuring Jaskier and Vesemir - by @funkylittlebard
💚 Gwent & Vodka - aro Eskel - Witcher buddy shenanigans at Kaer Morhen - by @funkylittlebard
💜 At the Stars - ace Lambert - Lambert needs to talk to someone about a new development between him and Aiden, and with no one else around, the night sky will just have to do - by @dsudis
💜 For you, I’d bleed myself dry - grey ace Lambert - Looking at the stars, Lambert finds comfort in the idea that the world is big, and we are small. It gives him the confidence to share something important with Aiden - by @stinawrites
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Mature/Explicit:
💜💚 Wolfie’s Ace Week Masterlist: includes recs for fics from various authors with ace & aro rep - *this list isn’t rated, may contain mature or explicit content*
💚 Better than a Valentine - aro Jaskier - Geralt & Jaskier are roommates and have Lambert and Renfri over for some (platonic) fun on Feb. 14th, mature only due to language - by @stinawrites
💚 Tinsel Bards - Dandelion is aro in this spicy smutty Jaskilion fic - by @jaskierswolf
💜💚 Warrior’s Blues - ace/aro Yennefer & aro Coën - military/bartending AU with romantic Geraskier & queerplatonic Yenralt featuring themes of found family, love, and healing from violence - by @ahh-fxck
💜💚 You Set My Heart Ablaze - Renfri is aro and Tissaia is ace in this amazing Geraskier-centered long fic - by @jaskierswolf
💜💚 Bartending AU - Triss is aro/ace in this amazing, heartbreaking, beautiful series that centers around Geraskier, Yenfri, Yenralt, and Ciri with her found fam in the third fic - by @yoursummerfrost
💜 Nothin Wrong With Me - ace Serrit - Serrit/Auckes, masturbation, casual mention of murder, and many, many feelings. Serrit is afab, intersex, and their gender is "Fuck you,” Auckes is loving & respectful - by @tumbleweedtech
💜 Switching it up - ace Eskel - Eskel and Geralt decide to switch things up with their position in bed, soft smut - by @officerjennie
💜 I've found my home within your arms - ace Eskel - Geskel in the same AU as Switching It Up, smut with a lot of feelings - by @officerjennie
💜 hold me, teach me, touch me - ace Jaskier - Jaskier seeks out a prostitute to see what this sex business is all about and instead learns a great deal about braiding hair and the importance of a hug - by @cassandrasdreamworld
💜 A solitary Planet - ace Geralt - Geralt is ace but thinks Jaskier will leave if they don't sleep with each other: they talk it out - by @sternenstaub28
💜💚 Platonic Pet Play - aro/ace Geralt - Bullet fic where Jaskier discovers, discusses, and explores a purely platonic and non-sexual pet play relationship with Geralt, with Jaskier as the pet - by @officerjennie
💜 In Your Arms - ace Keldar - Keldar/Guxart/Vesemir, Keldar’s partners respect his boundaries and his desperate desire for touch and affection is well attended; however, he cannot escape the biological inclinations of his body and struggles to reconcile it with the love he has for his partners - by @rawrkinjd
💜 How You Want - grey ace Geralt - Geralt comes out to a supportive Jaskier, getting together smut by @kueble
💜 Badger Run - ace Lambert - Aiden/Jaskier/Lambert in a space au, an argument with Jaskier turns into a journey of self-discovery for Lambert - @impsane
💚 Shower Sx - aro Dandelion - Jaskilion smut by @jaskierswolf
💜 You don’t need to answer - grey ace Jaskier - established geraskier, comfort object penetration by @hailhailsatan
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I'm not really updating this anymore, I’m tired y’all. Please feel free to reblog with your own additions, or make your own list and link this one on it <3
Kinda been craving an “unapologetically ace” fic. Most of the ace fics I’ve read have the characters refer to themselves as broken, which is a pretty common experience for a lot of us to feel that way, but sometimes I just want a character to be like “I’m ace and fuck you very much if you have problems with that”. But I think I’m the one who has to write it.
Modern au with ace Geralt, where he and Jaskier have been roommates for years and they’re definitely madly in love at this point, but Jaskier has a certain reputation and Geralt has no intention of compromising himself for anyone. Except Jaskier doesn’t give a flying fuck about that, he wants whatever Geralt wants to give him and nothing more. I imagine in this scenario that they’re lowkey living the polyam life; Jaskier still occasionally sleeps with other people but Geralt is the one whose arms he falls asleep in every night. It’s unconventional but they’re happy, and that’s all that matters.
Hello! I don't actually have any specific ideas about prompts but I'd LOVE to see some demi/gray-ace intimacy with Geraskier!! 💕
Thank you so much for your prompt! Hope you like this ^_^
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Geralt waited a few moments before leaving the bathroom. He was getting ready to go for dinner with Jaskier, and he knew as soon as he opened the door he’d be showered with praise, he always was, and he loved it. Although, he wouldn’t tell Jaskier that. He turned the handle, letting his hair fall over his face as a way of hiding his embarrassment, before opening the door.
Jaskier was sat in an arm chair in their bedroom, one leg crossed over the other, leaning on the arm with his fingers on his lips. He didn’t move, just let his eyes slowly wander up and down Geralt’s form, making the witcher shiver. He didn’t know why it did that to him, but when Jaskier looked at him like that... it made his heart pound.
“You look incredible, my love.”
Geralt ‘hmmm’d’ back.
He’d had compliments of course. But before Jaskier, when a partner had complimented him, the compliments turned into touching, which turned into kissing, which turned into sexual encounters that eventually made the compliments make him feel anxious. Once he married up the concept of praising someone to get them into bed, he didn’t want to hear it at all.
But Jaskier was different. He’d spent time, endless amounts of time, just being with Geralt. Finding out what he wanted and what made him happy. And the fact that Jaskier spent time helping Geralt know where his boundaries were, finding out what intimacy he really wanted, this meant that Geralt could relax and know that his words were just that, and he meant them. There wasn’t an end goal, this was the end goal. What made him happy was Jaskier’s voice. The bard loved nothing more than to find different ways of making Geralt’s knees weak with just words. Hums, or even no words at all, pauses in sentences that made Geralt hang onto them waiting in anticipation for every syllable.
“Come over here, let me see you.”
Jaskier still didn’t move. He spoke with a low tone that Geralt swore vibrated through the floor. He could feel his words. He wasn’t even saying anything sexual, just, the way he spoke. Geralt walked towards him slowly.
“We’ll miss our reservation.”
Geralt smirked, still semi hiding his face.
Jaskier stood up, pretend huffing which turned into a smile, he could never keep up an act like that with him.
“Okay, let’s go, let me show off my boyfriend.”
Jaskier moved towards the door before turning, seeing that Geralt hadn’t moved yet.
“You alright, Geralt?”
Geralt moved forward, then took Jaskier’s hand. Jaskier never initiated touch like this. Early on, they had discussed the possibility of Geralt saying something or having a certain colour or word that meant he wanted different types of physical touch, but he was uncomfortable with that concept, worrying he wouldn’t be able to find the right words and just feel anxious and never ask. As per usual, Jaskier found a solution, he always did. If he was happy with light touches, embraces, light kisses, Geralt could give Jaskier’s hand a squeeze, then nod, then Jaskier would know that for the next few hours they’d be comfortable with that sort of interaction. That made Geralt much more relaxed, knowing he knew when it was coming, knowing he could re-evaluate if he didn’t want it. Jaskier would always check in on him later, making sure he was still okay, which generally it always was, but Geralt appreciated it immensely.
Geralt squeezed the hand in his and nodded to him, waiting for one back, which there was. Each time, Jaskier would blush like they’d never held hands before. Biting his lip. Looking up through his eyelashes. It was so intense.
Jaskier gave him one last look, up and down, before whispering under his breath;
*comes in late with Starbucks to ace awareness week*
My take on ace Geralt and his coming out to Jaskier.
Read the whole thing on ao3.
Life was an exchange. You gave to gain. People gave money and Geralt offered his skills. People offered food and a bed and Geralt gave them money. Geralt craved the touch of a human body and people either expected coin or his body in return. His body, in one capacity or another, was really the only thing of worth Geralt had to offer.
The witcher had learned early in his life that affection didn't come cheap, especially not to him. The first person outside of Kaer Morhen who'd offered him a hug was a whore at a brothel. Then she insisted on doing her work as well. Geralt didn't mind, but really thought the whole deal was overrated.
Yennefer had also wanted to pay him in sex for the work he did for her. It wasn't entirely uncommon for his contracts, Geralt knew some people liked the idea of laying with a witcher, of taming the monster. It was an adventure to them. He didn't exactly mind it but never understood why people considered it as something special.
So when he met Jaskier, he expected the same. There was a human who wanted him for services. At first Geralt was confused about what exactly Jaskier promised himself from this adventure. The stories he could understand and for several months he didn't think about what else Jaskier could want from him. Accepted the easy touches and kind company with a grumble he didn't mean. People rarely bumped shoulders or touched his arm just because they could and he thought this kind of affection was a fair trade for all the songs Jaskier got in return.
But when they met up again in the next spring and again and again, Geralt started to question the bard's motives. He had gotten his songs, what else did he want? They had traveled for two weeks without a contract in sight, when Geralt decided he needed to find out what made Jaskier stay. The bard was working on a song for a noble, a commission he hated but it paid well. So why was he still at Geralt's side, bandaging his wounds, touching his shoulder and scooting closer in cold nights? People didn't give a witcher these things for free.
One night when Jaskier had to pay for their room at the inn, Geralt not having a single coin left but in dire need of a weaponsmith, he confronted the bard. The witcher knew Jaskier favored men and women equally and flirted with anything that moved. Surely lying with him would be pleasant enough. Actually, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted Jaskier to feel good under his touch. It being returned would be fine as well, if not exactly what he wanted.
So after they'd eaten and bathed, Geralt took his jittering nerves and approached Jaskier, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Big blue eyes looked up at him, surprise clearly written in the bard's face but Geralt also noticed the quick glance down his chest and the way heat rose to Jaskier's cheeks.
"Geralt? Everything okay?" the bard asked and he knew he wouldn't risk losing this. This closeness and friendship they had. It was no real hardship to sleep with someone after all, just not his favored activity. Geralt took the pen out of Jaskier's hand and pulled the man up, looking at his face for any sign of discomfort but all he could see and smell was curious arousal. He pushed his bard at the wall and kissed him. This was something he enjoyed a lot, to feel skin meet skin, soft lips opening to let him enter, the trust it needed to allow him to nibble at his bard's neck. Jaskier gasped and held on for dear life, kissing back with zeal.
But when Geralt started to unlace his always half open doublet, Jaskier stilled his hands. "As much as I enjoy this Geralt, would you tell me what brought this on?" he asked breathlessly, trying very hard not to look where Geralt was feeling his towel slip away.
"Giving you a reason to stay." Geralt mumbled, nibbling at the bard's jaw as he had learned many people enjoyed. Seeing the other man shudder was satisfying. Even if he didn't fully understand the whole deal, to know he could reduce Jaskier to a breathless mess was still rewarding on its own.
Confused blue eyes looked up at him and he could smell the arousal in Jaskier lessen. "I'm not going anywhere, Geralt. Unless you want me to?" The bard cocked his head, clearly confused by their exchange when it was so simple. Geralt would offer the bard his body and for that he'd get a kind travel companion at his side. It was an exchange. He didn't want to talk about it anymore, Jaskier's confusion puzzled him, wasn't this what the bard wanted? His songs had suggested as much.
Instead of embracing Geralt again, Jaskier took both of his hands and led him to the bed. So it really was what he wanted. Geralt was glad to see he hadn't read the situation entirely wrong after all.
But then the bard offered Geralt his shirt and pants and motioned for him to sit down. "Darling, as much as I'd love to absolutely ravage you, I don't feel comfortable doing so without us talking first. Why do you think I'll leave and why do you think you need to kiss me to stop me from going away?" Geralt was glad he couldn't blush when he felt heat rise up to his face. "Everyone leaves. But sometimes they stay longer if we do this." he mumbled, not meeting Jaskier's eyes. The unhappiness and tension radiating from his bard would have been visible even for someone who couldn't smell emotions.
Lute calloused hands took his and Geralt enjoyed their warmth, the kindness they promised. The nights they´d have to huddle together for warmth were always the ones he slept soundest. “Geralt, darling, look at me please?” Jaskier asked and the blue pools of concern he met almost made him crumble. “Is this what you want? If so, I'll gladly share the bed with you in any capacity. But it's not, right? Not really. I know you by now and you look like you do before you go out for a difficult hunt.”
The witcher couldn´t remember the last time somebody had asked him what he wanted, most people just assumed a witcher would be happy for any kind of carnal pleasure and should be grateful they allowed him to get this close. Not even Yennefer, who had literally been in his thoughts, had bothered to check if he wanted this, just assumed. Grasping at Jaskier´s hand, he decided to jump, to tell Jaskier the truth. If the bard refused to sleep with him, he would leave soon anyway, so if Geralt´s truth sped that decision up, it wouldn't really matter, would it?
"I…" he took a deep breath and Jaskier squeezed his hand reassuringly, "I don't hate it?" Geralt managed to say before his throat closed up again. Why was he so nervous about this talk? How could this be harder than what he had originally planned to do?
"Is that a question, my dear?" Jaskier smiled but it didn't feel like he was laughing at him. Geralt shook his head, "It's like, I don't get the whole thing about sex? It's fun in a physical way but I don't miss its absence. I see beauty in some people but never felt the need to invite them to my bed." When was the last time he'd talked this much and been this open about his emotions? Emotions he wasn't supposed to have in the first place.
"The trials must have broken me that way." Suddenly a gentle hand cupped his cheeks and Geralt hadn't even noticed he'd averted his eyes from Jaskier's, waiting for the mocking to start. "Darling, you're not broken. You're beautiful and perfect and this is entirely normal. You're not the only person to experience this." Jaskier said, holding his face close. Geralt could smell how serious the bard took this, any hint of arousal had vanished from the air and been replaced by worry.
The witcher didn't know what to say or do, so he decided to wait and absorb the warmth Jaskier offered so freely, leaning into the touch. The bard scrambled closer and sat on his lap. "This okay?" Geralt nodded, surprised at so much offered contact but too confused to question it.
"I want you to feel comfortable, darling. And I'm not going to leave you just because you don't want to sleep with me." The witcher was about to object but Jaskier put a finger on his lips, stopping him, "I'm not going to leave you Geralt. Unless you ask me to. And I don't expect any kind of recompensation from you." Well muscled arms from practicing the lute embraced him and pulled Geralt's head to Jaskier's chest. "And I am very grateful you trust me enough to talk to me, love. And that you want to have me around." A small kiss was pressed to the crown of his head.
Geralt wrapped his arms around the warm weight in his lap, enjoying the contact and steady heartbeat next to his ear. His chest felt ready to burst.
"Can we still sleep in the same bed?" The witcher asked, glad his voice was muffled by Jaskier's shirt so that the bard could just ignore him if he wanted to. "Yes, of course darling. I wouldn't want to share a bed with anyone else but you." the bard answered and caressed his back. "Tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable and also what you desire and we will figure everything out as we go." Geralt nodded into Jaskier's shirt. "And what about you? What do you get out of this? I'm not good with sharing. I wouldn't want you to lack anything, to be unsatisfied." Oh, talking was absolutely easier with his face hidden into a shirt that smelled like honey and kindness and gentle fingers tracing patterns into his back.
Jaskier squeezed his frame, "I get to stay with you." he whispered. "Geralt, you're one of the most important people in my life and I've been in love with you for years. And for anything else, I've seen quite a few interesting toys in the last town, we'll make do." The bard waggled his fingers and eyebrows exaggeratedly and Geralt couldn't stop an amused huff bubbling up his chest.
Maybe this could really work, maybe Jaskier didn't see him just as a tool, Geralt thought when the bard laid them both down on the bed, hugging his back and burying his face between Geralt's shoulder blades.
“It rapidly turned out–as usual–that he had overestimated his stamina regarding the witcher elixirs, had forgotten about their disagreeable effects on his body. But perhaps it’s not the elixirs, he thought, perhaps it’s exhaustion brought on by fighting, risks, danger and death? Exhaustion, which has simply become routine? ”
9/10 Geralt trying to find any excuse as to why he doesn’t like sex? priceless.
“Why not? he thought, crumpling her dress and kneading her back with his hands, enjoying the damp, steaming warmth on his fingers. The woman was not his type.”
5/10 I do like the sex- repulsed Ace!Geralt brought forth here but also damp warmth? gross
“He was annoyed by the fact that the attendant did not offer him a whore. He had no intention of availing himself of one, but in bathhouses everybody was offered them, so he was annoyed by the exception being made for him.”
10000000/10 this is peak Ace!Geralt. doesn’t want sex at ALL but is still offended that it wasn’t offered because he’s a dramatic bitch. This is why I read the books
