Fanfic Rec #59 Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion (The Witcher)
a broken pot can still hold water by MarionetteFtHJM Despite what his outward code of conduct would have you thinking, Jaskier knows when he is not wanted. He allows himself the exact amount of three days of wallowing in that small town before he packs his meager possessions and hits the road like nothing happened. In those three days he sings and dances for his food and drink, fucks the pretty barmaid and sleeps off the hangover before heading out in the morning of the fourth day. He travels alone for the first time in a while but it’s alright. Now, if only people would stop telling him that the Witcher asks about him - that'd be swell.
strings of fate binding us together by winterbitch (WinterLadyy) After Geralt blames Jaskier for everything, the bard leaves. He will not cry, he will not break down. He's much more than Geralt's useless companion and he will not let the Witcher ruin him. It's a stroke of luck that he meets another Witcher in Oxenfurt, and finally finds out what's it like to be openly called a friend. Then, they decide to spend winter in Kaer Morhen, and Coën isn't the only Witcher who goes there. It may be Geralt's only chance to apologize to his bard, his friend, his everything. 13 years is a long time to ponder one's mistakes and now, Geralt is desperate to fix what he broke.
Redwood and Dandelion by sharkhette "The Witcher's bought a room for the night, and says he'll pay double for anyone who can bed him without stinking of fear the whole time." "Oh, I've fucking got this," Jaskier promised. ____________ Or, the one where Jaskier works in a brothel and falls head over heels for the stoic, not-actually-that-scary Witcher who comes in requesting his services. Geralt doesn't know what he's getting himself into.
To Sleep Perchance To by sospes Jaskier gets kidnapped and tortured. Geralt comes to rescue him. Except it's not quite that simple.
Our Destiny, Intertwined by StupidGenius Destiny, Fate, whatever you may call Her, sits and weaves Her tapestry. The design takes shape, and some of it may surprise Her, but She knows with certainty that these four lines meet here.
