At some point before the age of 25, you switch with your future self for a day so you can meet your soulmate. This is known as The Swap. Jaskier has always dreamed about meeting his soulmate, except when it finally happens, it's not at all what he expected. Geralt waited for a Swap that never came. He's lived his life thinking he doesn't have a soulmate. Little does he know the second round of witcher trials messed up the timing. Surely this is all a fever dream, right?

Some people fall in love easily. Lambert fell in love kicking and screaming. Aiden is an annoying motherfucker; he's loud and short tempered and emotional- and everything Lambert never knew he wanted. With Aiden, Lambert was happy. But then Aiden was murdered, and Lambert was left broken, with no one to pick up the pieces. Now years later, Eskel returns home one winter with a feral witcher that turns out to be Aiden. With no memories, a missing eye, and nothing but aggressive instincts, Aiden is even more broken than Lambert. But Lambert is not so easily deterred. Destiny has given him a second chance with the man he loves and he'll do everything in his power to put him back together. Takes place between the end and epilogue of Try, Please Try For Me

When a record breaking storm leaves the entire neighborhood without power just before the holidays, Jaskier is saved from freezing to death when his kind neighbor, Geralt (whom he definitely doesn't have a crush on) offers to let him stay over until the storm lets up. A Christmas fluff-packed fic full of mutual pining, bed sharing, found family shenanigans, and Jaskier being horny on main.

Imagining for one moment that the world wasn't always ending and Geralt had never met Yennifer, had never found his 'destiny' and was just a Witcher, day to day, killing for a pay check. What would happen if he met Jaskier under these circumstances? Well, i guess you'll have to read to find out.

It is no secret to the men and women of the continent that Geralt of Rivia is one fine piece of ass. Most days Jaskier has to fight to keep from swooning at the very sight of his friend-- and he's not alone in this predicament. He catches men and women in every town that they come across ogling Geralt in one way or another. Yes, Geralt's attractiveness is blatantly, painfully, beautifully obvious to everyone with eyes. Everyone that is, but Geralt himself. How can a bard ever hope to seduce a man as clueless as this?

Jaskier is in love with Geralt, but Geralt can't seem to let go of Yennefer. In an act of desperation, Jaskier wishes to forget both the witcher and the mage. However, destiny has other plans as she brings them back together...

After years apart, Geralt and Jaskier finally reunite. But the wounds of their previous encounter still hold strong. Jaskier has already moved on from said wound yet finds himself furious with Geralt. Geralt struggles to apologize after his mistake, knowing full and well he is solely to blame. Traveling together once more, both try to rekindle and salvage their past bond.

Jaskier was part fae. A quarter to be precise. There was an old superstition among humans that names held power, but for fae it was so much more than that. Names meant control. If you knew a fae's name, their true name, they would be completely at your will. If someone knew your true name you were nothing more than their servant. A slave. All it took was a single command. When war breaks out between neighboring kingdoms, Jaskier's father uses his true name and commands him to marry a witcher as part of a peace treaty. Neither Jaskier or Geralt are particularly happy with the arrangement. But as Jaskier gets to know him better he realizes that the witcher might just be able to give him the thing he's always craved. Freedom.

Geralt hesitates. He's seen the kind of shit the law of surprise can conjure up for people. He really doesn't want to risk it, but at the same time...he really needs the money. He sighs. "Fine. I will accept the law of surprise and return in a month." "Excellent. The reports should come in some time around--" "My Lord!" From the front doors of the manor, a servant is running towards them looking panicked. "It's Master Julian!" She stops as she reaches them, panting. It looks as though she'd run all the way here. "What happened, Agnes?" The Earl demands. "Is my son alright?" Agnes shakes her head. "He's presented, my Lord. As an Omega. He's going into pre-heat!" The Earl's head snaps in Geralt's direction, his eyes wide, no doubt connecting the dots the same time that Geralt does. "Fuck."

Jaskier didn't want to marry just any noblewoman--no matter how comely she may be--he wanted adventure and many loves, but most importantly his biggest, greatest love of all. He is not expecting that love to be in the form of a brooding stranger sitting at the back of a tavern. In one instant his breath catches in his throat at the beauty of the man before him and in the next, there's a burning sensation on the bottom of his heel as his mark makes itself known. It's pain and pleasure knotted together, roses surrounded by thorns. (Cover art commissioned from https://wannastayugly.tumblr.com/)