#geraskier fanfiction

[comebackcas]

When Eskel returned from a foraging trip down the killer, he was greeted by the sound of fierce arguing coming from the dining hall. He heard hands being slammed on tables and cries of frustration as shouts were volleyed back and forth.

“What’s going on?” Eskel asked as he rounded the corner and came face to face with Lambert, who was sitting outside the door and listening with an amused expression.

“No idea. They’ve been going at it for 40 minutes.” He said with a laugh. “I genuinely think they might kill each other.”

Eskel frowned and pushed the door open to see Geralt and Jaskier pacing and gesticulating wildly around the room as they argued.

“It's bollocks, Geralt! It's your brand of bollocks from the first to last.” Jaskier waved both hands in the air as he rounded the table in the dining hall.

“No, you can't ever see the big picture. You can't see any picture!” Geralt ran a frustrated hand over his face and levelled an accusing finger at the bard from across the other side of the room.

“I am talking about something primal. Right? Savagery. Brutal animal instinct.” The bard punctuated every word with a slam of his fist in his hand to emphasise his point.

“And that wins out every time with you. You know, some races have evolved, Jaskier!” Geralt shot back, turning his back to the bard and trying to put some distance between them as he felt his heart rate rise.

The bard scoffed, “Oh, into a bunch of namby-pamby, self-analysing wankers who could never hope to overcome any pure aggressors.” Jaskier trailed behind him with sarcastic hands waving in the air.

Geralt whipped around and dug a finger into the man’s chest. “They’re faster. They’re smarter. Plus, there's a thing called teamwork, not to mention the superstitious terror of your pure aggressors!”

Jaskier threw his hands up in frustration. “You just want it to be the way you want it to be.”

“It's not about what I want!” Geralt yelled back, perilously close to Jaskier’s face.

Both men were breathing heavily and glaring at each other, refusing to back down from where their chests touched. Geralt was taller, though not by much, but he was significantly bigger than Jaskier, though the bard had been intimidated by scarier things than Geralt in his life and stood his ground.

Eskel cleared his throat to get their attention, and both heads snapped towards him, the two men rapidly separating. Jaskier sat on the top of the large dining table, whereas Geralt went to lean on the back of a chair several feet away.

“Sorry. Is this something we should all be discussing?” Eskel asked tentatively, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two men.

“No.” Geralt answered gruffly, not looking at him.  

Eskel paused before speaking, “It just...sounds a little serious.”

“It was mostly...theoretical. We...” Geralt trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Jaskier looked equally sheepish. “We were just working out a…Look, if werewolves and vampires got into a fight, who would win?” He crossed his arms and looked expectantly at Eskel. Geralt would not meet his eye.

“Ah. You've been yelling at each other for 40 minutes about this?” Eskel asked incredulously.

Both men pause before nodding slowly, clearly embarrassed. Eskel placed a hand on his chin and looked at them consideringly. “Do the vampires have weapons?” He asked.

“No.” Geralt and Jaskier answer simultaneously.

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Inspired by the funniest scene from Angel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq2V0_20Mv8&t=7s

[lilolilyr]

My Witcher Fic Recs of 2025

Other Rec Lists More Geraskier 2025 in review

They're mainly Geraskier, so I only specified when a fic is about other ships!

Sorted from shortest to longest:

PWP: Purring without plot by @briannorelfhunter

3k, rated G, Geralt's horrific self-worth issues

Geralt purrs in front of Jaskier then panics. Jaskier shows him it’s ok to be soft.

over and over and over and over again by justbekind

4k, rated T, angst with a happy ending

Jaskier gets hurt protecting Geralt. Specifically, his hands get hurt.

Performance Practicum by @brighteyedjill, Poluche

4k, rated T, angst with a happy ending

As Jaskier lectures about the many artistic liberties he takes with the truth, who should show up but the subject of Jaskier’s recent, regrettable song, “Burn, Butcher, Burn?”

spare change(s) by @penandinkprincess

7k, rated T, emotional hurt/comfort

It's a silly, silly thing, to keep the first coin Geralt gave him. It's a foolish, sentimental show of whimsy to hold onto a bit of metal that the witcher likely forgot about the second it left his hand. There's no point in keeping it. None at all. It would be absurd to hold onto it when it could be better spent on ale or bread or doublets.

Jaskier sews it a special pocket in his bag. (Jaskier's life changed the day Geralt left him that coin. How could he NOT keep it?)

Ribs Cracked Open, A Home Made Within by @crownofstardustandbone

10k, rated E, Fluff and Smut, Getting Together

For Geralt, the Trials brought not just strength and speed but an acute sensitivity to the world around him that, at the worst, left him in agony at the mere brush of a hand against his. Vesemir had trained him to withstand it, to be strong, to endure every touch and injury until he could master the sensitivity and exist in a world that despises him. And then he'd met Jaskier and everything had changed.

Incubus Jaskier / What I Will Take by lilolilyrae

11k, rated E, author chose not to use archive warnings

Jaskier had always been good at hiding his true nature from everyone. Until a certain Witcher comes along who he really wants to spend more than a mortal lifetime with...

Love Me Better, Send A Letter by @rebrandedbard

12k, rated T, modern AU, angst with a happy ending

Geralt and Julian have been exchanging letters since high school, and Geralt has been pining away for Julian for over a decade. Finally, Julian has time for a visit, and Geralt has the chance to finally introduce Ciri to the man she knows only on paper. Things would be perfect ... if Julian's visit didn't fall within the week of the concert of Ciri's favorite musician, Jaskier.

The Kaer Morhen Book Club by @jackironsidesfic

17k, rated T, Fluff, Humor, background Aidan/Lambert

It’s a tradition the three of them hold. Whenever one of them finds a book of the right kind, he brings it back to Kaer Morhen to share with the others. They keep the books on a shelf in the library that they inexpertly installed themselves.

Or: Jaskier is a romance novelist, and Geralt finds out.

of bards and witches and witchers by WriteThroughTheNight

18k, rated T, Jaskier & Yennefer are Siblings

When Jaskier was four, he slipped his mother’s watch and went to the field to gather a bouquet of dandelions. He climbed back into the yard, as stealthy as a child really cared to be, and crept over to the barn. In the barn, lived a secret. (The man he thought his father said the secret was a monster, a plague. His mother said the secret was his sister.)

when you feel bad about what you've done by ollyollyoxenfree

18k, rated T, slow burn, hurt/comfort

Geralt feels super bad about everything he said on the mountain and is EXPECTING a huge blowup from Jaskier, but then Jaskier just forgives and forgets like it's nothing and they're travelling together again like usual and why does Geralt still feel kinda shitty about all this?

and i plan to be forgotten when i'm gone (yes i'll be leaving in the fall) by stockholm_syndrom

19k, rated M, creator chose not to use archive warnings

Jaskier is cursed to turn into a monster. He doesn't think this is important information to mention.

Cold Fingers Trailing Warmth by @sparrowrising

22k, rated M, angst, slow burn, graphic violence

Geralt's so touch deprived, his skin hunger is so bad, he unconciously soothes himself to sleep by replicating the feeling of someone else touching him, touching patches of skin that likely havent been touched in years.

Weakness of the heart by Anneku

38k, rated M, hurt/comfort, graphic violence

Geralt tried so hard not to get attached or even get close to humans. Vesemir had drilled into them nothing good would come of it. Such things are a weakness and a weak witcher is a dead one. Though how come this bard seems to contradict everything Geralt thought he knew. Jaskier is weak in every definition he'd been taught.

Echoes of Memory by KittenKakt

40k, rated E, canon typical injury

Geralt loses his memory and needs to figure out how he acquired a bard of all things. Most importantly, he must figure out how to keep him.

Truth in Melody by jazzmckay

77k, rated E, angst with a happy ending

Several years ago, Geralt deposed a Koviri duke, and accidentally became a warlord. Jaskier, bard and agent of the Redanian Secret Service, has been sent to Kaer Morhen under the guise of being given as tribute. In truth, his assignment is to learn the White Wolf's secrets and send them back to his home kingdom.

Wolfblood / Must Brave The Thorns by @inexplicifics

264k wip series, rated E, Lambert/OfC, Geralt/Eskel

Twenty years ago, the Warlord of the North came down out of the mountains and slew the king of Kaedwen, taking crown and kingdom for his own. To seal a new treaty between Redania and the Warlord, Lady Milena de Roggeven has been sent to marry whichever of the Warlord’s men he chooses.

The Accidental Warlord and His Pack by @inexplicifics

670k WIP series, rated G-E, AU, canon-typical violence

Warlord!Geralt receives Tribute!Jaskier as a sacrifice to appease him in every way possible. Jaskier has no choice on the matter and he’s fully aware of the awful rumours that have spread about Geralt and his ruthless conquests. (But we all know those aren’t legit.)

You can also find these and more fic recs in my Ao3 bookmarks!

[nezmar13]

Coming with a new Flambert fic🤗 Domestic fluff with pregnant Robert and caring Z-Team

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Humankeeper's Fourth Chapter is Out!

You can read it here! (And if that doesn't work, here's it copy-pasteable https://archiveofourown.org/works/63921304/chapters/229614906) Thank you everyone for not throwing stones at me for taking so long, I am severely disabled and writing can only happen when I can make it happen, I wish it came out sooner too, but at least I'm funny and hot! Once again, big big big thanks to @houseofcharobones and @bakewrite and @borbalort for betareading! And now a taglist of people I think would be interested in the chapter! Let me know if you wanna be removed or added! No hard feelings for anyone who wants to be removed, I think AO3 emails you when my fic updates anyways lol GFP <3 --- @bakewrite @houseofcharobones @intermixforyou @acaciajules @elkstier-ryttlius @starrschaos @itendswithakiss @wintersshadows @turquoise-kitten @ahumoki0 @carrottheluvmachine @spooky0ats @alphabeticalcrabattical @jahakibe @akelafang @borbalort @maymo0 @cringeisdeadandsoami

[babyjanedough]

thoughts on my Frieren au idea (essentially immortal Geralt grieving Jaskier):

essential premise: Witcher au inspired by Frieren where Geralt long outlives Jaskier and realizes he’s in love with him 10 years after Jaskier died of old age. Jaskier knew the entire time.

Jaskier dies on a Sunday.

Jaskier died peacefully of old age. Geralt wasn't there when he died because he while he'd been visit the old bard, he'd spent Sunday morning helping the village raise a new barn. He found Jaskier dead in his bed at mid-afternoon when he returned to the bard's cottage, ready to bring him to town for the subsequent celebration.

While cleaning out the home Geralt finds a box of letters written by Jaskier with the note on the top "For Geralt. Read each of these when you need them." each letter has a different name. Things such as "Read after you say goodbye" and "Read when you feel lost"

Geralt tears the one at the top open and sobs after reading. How did Jaskier know him so well when he never took the time to really know him back.

Geralt leaves the village days after the funeral. This was a long time coming, he had no reason to be sad and didn't need them to keep looking at him with teary eyes. It was time to return to the path anyway.

One year after Jaskier's death he sees Yennefer again. She is angry he didn't tell her sooner.

Yennefer forces Geralt to speak about what happened. He can't say Jaskier's name anymore. He rips open another letter, finally letting himself read another.

A few years after Jaskier’s death Geralt meets a young bard named Issel. They start traveling together at her insistence. Traveling on the path, Geralt returns to countless villages and cities he and Jaskier once stopped at. Slowly he tells Issel about his travels.

It takes months for Geralt to tell her he knew the famous Jaskier who penned all those songs she likes to sing.

It takes even longer to tell her about saying goodbye to Jaskier. She looks at him the way Yennefer and those villagers did.

Geralt hears Jaskier’s songs in taverns, courts, festivals and around campfires across the continent. Sometimes he closes his eyes and feels Jaskier next to him.

One day Geralt overhears a lively debate over whether or not The White Wolf was a real person, or simply a character conjured by the famous Jaskier.

It makes something unusual settle inside Geralt to realize no one remembers The Butcher of Blaviken anymore.

When Issel and Geralt part ways, Geralt notices he never misses the young woman like he did Jaskier. She is there and then she's gone and his feelings have no depth.

One day Geralt returns to a village he an jaskier once saved where Jaskier gifted him a metal cuff. It's a silver piece of metal engraved with with lotus flowers that Gerald wears on his right wrist. Jaskier had insisted Geralt deserved it as a token of his appreciation for saving his life. When Geralt pointed out the fact he'd saved his life countless times Jaskier insisted it was making up for all the past rescues.

Geralt still wears the cuff all these decades later. An inkeeper sees it and asks who his wife is. This is when Geralt learns that in this region lotus flowers symbolize eternal love. Jewelry depicting a lotus flower is typically exchanged as a gift between married couples a year or more after their ceremony.

He learns later than Yennefer knows what the cuff means. Geralt, as he was with the innkeeper, is too embarrassed to say he never thought about it. This is when he realizes Yennefer has viewed him as a widow for all this time.

He reads Jaskier's last unopened letter 30 years after the bard's death. He opens it after he cleaned the headstone and placed lotus flowers beside it, sitting on a stone at the top of a hill Geralt pulls the letters from his bag.

The letter in Geralt's hand says "Read when you return home." For a long time Geralt thought the bard meant Kaher Morhen, but every time he was back in the keep with his brothers it did not feel like the right time or place. He curses himself for avoiding this place for so many years but shakes himself and remembers Jaskier would not have wanted him to feel this way.

Geralt cries for the first time since he brought Jaskier's body to the coroner. He cries with the letter safely tucked away in the box he keeps the rest of them. He cries while watching the sun set over the ocean the bard was so fond of.

So anyways this is kind of half baked but something about emotionally constipated Geralt recounting his journey and realizing the depth of his love for this human man is so so interesting to me.

watching frieren episode 14 did a number on me I can only imagine what else that show makes me think of doing to this grieving witcher.

[gwens-galaxy]

Currently writing a likely 30k+ geraskier mystery modern with magic fic filled with secrets and pining and sexual tension i am having a ball!!!!!

[horsedadgeralt]

It's stupid, really. It's nothing more than a dumb joke, an attempt to keep the conversation going — "What do you call a horse that likes to stay up late? A night mare!"

And yet Jaskier sees how the corners of Geralt's mouth curl upwards just for a moment before he composes himself and puts on the same stoic expression he always wears.

Challenge accepted.

"Geralt?"

"Yes, Jaskier?"

"What does it mean when you find a horse shoe on the ground?"

The Witcher rolls his eyes.

"Good luck. But that's just a superst—"

"No, it means some poor horse is walking around in socks."

Geralt is shooting daggers at him, but Jaskier can see that the walls are crumbling.

Thank the gods he never forgets a joke.

"Why couldn't the pony sing?"

"Jaskier, please."

No. Not when your smile is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"Because he was a little hoarse." He flashes the Witcher a cheeky grin as he tells the punchline, and then—

Geralt lets out a snort, loud and sudden and ugly, and yet it is music to Jaskier's ears.

"A little... a little hoarse..." he says and if it wasn't happening right in front of him, Jaskier could almost believe he's dreaming as he sees Geralt giggle.

His nose crunches up and tiny dimples appear on his cheeks as the Witcher is shaken by tiny laughs, unable to hide them even though his face is buried in his hands.

Jaskier watches in silence and stares. He has never seen the Witcher so relaxed, so carefree and happy, and it takes a while before he has calmed down again, a little smile still on his face as he glances over to the bard.

"'Gonna have to try that one on Lambert." Geralt's eyes twinkle, and Jaskier is basking in their light.

He is going to tell jokes more often from now on.

[podcastenthusiast]

"Where'd you learn to do this?" Ciri asks, and Geralt's hands go still in her ashen hair.

He doesn't answer.

"Mousesack... he used to braid it for me," she goes on, sadness creeping into her voice. "When I asked where he learned, he said he would braid his little sister's hair when he was a boy, because his mum was too busy. Did your mother teach you?"

"No," he says after a while, resuming the task at hand. "Witchers don't have mothers."

"Oh. Do you mean like how I don't have a mum anymore, or--"

"I just don't. All right?"

There must be too much anger or bitterness in his voice; Ciri's response is a subdued, "All right."

She doesn't smell afraid, but he has hurt her all the same. She should feel safe with him. Kid's been through hell, and she's only curious. He distantly recalls being a curious child once, too.

Geralt forces himself to breathe deeply, to relax his tense muscles and carry on braiding her hair. His hands weren't made for gentle things. He has to focus.

"Who taught you then?"

Persistent girl, isn't she.

This strange reaction of his isn't about Ciri. Or even Visenna. It's about--

"A friend." There. Why had it been so hard to say the word? He doesn't know if he still has the right to call Jaskier that, now. "He used to braid mine, sometimes. Showed me how."

He thinks about Jaskier's delicate hands touching his hair as if it were finely-spun silk. The bard's fingers must have ached after playing for the inn's patrons all evening, but still he would wash the blood and grime from Geralt's hair without (much) complaint, combing all the tangles out with some kind of sweet-smelling oil before gently braiding it. Geralt, relaxed in a way he rarely ever got to be, was usually half-asleep by the time Jaskier finished his ministrations and coaxed the witcher to bed.

Had Geralt ever thanked him? Did Jaskier know how much those small gestures of care meant to him? How few people ever dared to touch a witcher with kindness, even fewer without the expectation of coin or something else in return? He doubts it.

"Is he dead?" Ciri asks, breaking his reverie. The bluntness of her question surprises him; it befits someone far older than her years. A child should not have had to witness so much death.

"No. He's... somewhere safe."

Although with the war... He hopes Jaskier truly is safe. Damn bard always has a knack for finding trouble. Geralt offers a silent prayer to all the gods he doesn't believe in. Please let him be safe.

"Must be nice," Ciri says, soft and tired.

Geralt finishes the last braid. He pats her shoulder, an awkward but sincere comfort.

"We should reach Kaer Morhen in a few days if the weather holds," he tells her. "Rest now."