Ever since Jaskier met Geralt of Rivia the famous 'White Wolf', 'The Butcher of Blaviken!' he hasn't been able to stay away from him. Despite being punched in the gut on their first day together, Jaskier feels he is drawn to him by a natural force even stronger than fate. But Geralt cant possibly come to conclude this, even though Jaskier is quite literally dying to get it off his chest he knows he is strictly forbidden to tell Geralt if he has any hint of self-respect. There will be romance and probably a fair bit of gore, you have been warned.

"For fuck's sake, wipe that concerned expression off your face," he hissed and successfully yanked his hand away. If their earlier conversation and the witcher's apology brought them a step closer, now they had taken a huge leap back. Jaskier mentally backed away into his small cave, bringing up all the walls he possibly could to keep himself safe. "We haven't seen each other in ages and suddenly, you come to me running and acting as if you care? When did you even care, Geralt? Why now? I'll tell you what's your deal, so listen carefully." - Starts with Geralt rescuing Jaskier from the cell - Triggers: mentions of torture and past violence, nightmares, emotionally unstable Jaskier and dumbfounded Geralt Posted on ao3 as well.

By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliff's edge after Borch. He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt.

Jaskier is a wannabe Musician with a stalker problem and horrid mental issues, however, everything always runs deeper than just the surface when it comes to him. Geralt, his hired bodyguard, stayed with him for a total of four days, saw his body, then found him again. Alive, and under the new name of Irys. This is the show journey between the two of them, the slow confusing feelings in which emerge despite the unbelievably messy situation they are all dragged into. Warning- mention of extreme Mental Health, Suicide Mentions, Homophobia, Strong Language, Rape, Stalking, Self-Hatred, Sex Business. Other mature themes will be within. We make it up not he go so unsure of what other warnings will be applied. A LOT OF DARK THEMES so please do not read if you are not in the right headspace. Lots of love, thank you. Co-writer : https://www.wattpad.com/user/Raeran1 Based on the roleplay of a friend and myself, switching POV due it to being replies to one another.

'You are my friend, you complete me. I need you.' 'I don't want you to need me.' 'We can't always have what we want.' A story of a bard and a witcher, travelling together. One is cheerful and bright, the other is quiet and mysterious. Noone would say that these two could possibly get along. And yet, here they are. ☆ ship: geraskier ☆ AU: my own timeline ☆ 13.05.2020 - ???

Jaskier turns and runs, feet digging desperately for traction in the slippery sand. Geralt barely notices the wounds in his leg and side as he gives chase, silver sword shining in his hand. Jaskier is surprisingly fast, no doubt used to fleeing at the drop of a hat when things get rough with an angry paramour or monster. He would probably have lost a normal man in the shifting dunes, or managed to escape to the nearby forest to hide. Geralt is no normal man. A story about a not completely human Jaskier

Geralt had difficulty on finding work, it didn't help the fact, that he might get kicked out from his apartment. Luckily, a friend of his offered him a job. The kind of job he did not look forward to, which was, babysitting some famous singer. But as it turned out, this famous singer, was none other than Julian Alfred Pankratz or Jaskier as he'd liked to be called. Modern Witcher AU! Except they're all human. Bodyguard! Geralt x Singer! Jaskier [ON HIATUS]

Julian Alfred Pankratz is dead. Jaskier gives a bit of his heart to anyone and anything, willing or otherwise- he can't help himself. - Cover photo credit to valeria_favoccia on Instagram. I don't know where this is going. We'll see. Extreme slowburn and a heck ton of Jaskier whump.

Modern!AU Julian Pankratz lives the same life as everyone else, completely normal. He has two jobs that keep him on his toes and friends that support him in every way possible. Everything is normal- Until he woke up from a dream that seemed too realistic to not be real. Monsters, contracts, and someone named Geralt started to invade his thoughts. It made him question reality, and even his own sanity. He went to multiple people, asking what to do about it, but they all said the same thing: the dreams he had every night were his past. But everything that occurred in them couldn't be real... could they? (Edited as of 9/10/2020)

This is a fanfiction about how both Jaskier and Geralt, don't realize the feelings each of them have, for the other. Some stuff happens in between. Cute shit. Fluffy shit. Really bad shit. All types of shit. Read if you want, or don't. It's your choice. I, in no way own anything of the games, books or tv series. I just own this story. This story may be a trigger for some. So, don't say I didn't warn you.