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Gems in his Hoard

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Jaskier was a dragon that hoarded people. His friendships were his hoard. And Geralt, oblivious to all of this, was the prized piece of it. The one his instincts insisted was his mate. 

When Geralt rejected Jaskier on the top of the mountain, Jaskier ran. Finding himself stuck in his dragon form, he flew off in search of another member of his hoard, Ciri. 

Little did he know that Ciri was in search of Geralt.All Rights Reserved

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Try, Please Try For Me by llmascanbepurple

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.

The Witcher And The Ageless Slave by Lirix123

A witcher comes across a slave in a barn next to the inn he is staying in when he is going to on a monster hunt. Jaskier is immediately in love with her and slowly it becomes apparent that Jaskier isn't the only one. The odd thing is she doesn't age. She stopped aging at the age of twenty and being in her sixties now she she still looked exactly the same. But what really keeps her young and will her past catch up to her?

𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚:ᴊᴀsᴋɪᴇʀ (discontinued) by AshMashPash5

𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮: Fear of emotional attachment; fear of being in, or falling in love. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 ( 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ) 𝘑𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘗𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘴 x 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Not A Hallmark Christmas Movie by llmascanbepurple

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.

Waiting On Your Lips |Geraskier High School AU| COMPLETED by Batshiz_crazy

Jaskier is a nobody. He is often pushed to the side, ignored and forgotten. Nobody wants to be near him most of the time because of one little slip up in freshman year. Because of this he is always alone, barely even fitting into the club he joined a while back. One day Geralt, a very popular presence among the school, approaches the outcast and asks for help. From that point on the two become very close, even if Geralt refuses to admit it. Will Geralt find what he's missing in his songbird of a friend or lose him in the mystery that is Yennefer? Warning! Suicide attempt(s) Self harm Suicidal ideation Death Bullying Panic attack(s) other shit (murder)

Jaskier The Bard's Foolproof Guide To Seducing Your Witcher by llmascanbepurple

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?

Meet Me In Posada by llmascanbepurple

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?

Life's One Blessing (The Witcher fanfic) by kzy3456

Geralt passed through the inn's common room and heard another strange bard singing the first song Geralt had heard about the strange Cat witcher, and Geralt hurried out. "Fucking Cats." "Well, that's just rude. We've only just met," came a stranger's voice. Geralt swirled around and his retort died on his tongue when he caught a whiff of a familiar scent just as he saw the dark brown curls and a Cat medallion. With a growl, Geralt lifted the Cat by his leather armor and slammed him against the stable wall. "What have you done to Jaskier??!" The Cat hissed. His eyes went from the white hair to the golden eyes, and ended on the Wolf medal on Geralt's chest. "Geralt of Rivia." He relaxed in an almost insulting kind of way and lifted an eyebrow knowingly. "So that's how it is." Geralt growled. "You reek of him. It was you. The songs he wrote. Where is he?!" The Cat smirked. "Well, you didn't think you were the only witcher worthy of a song, did you?" Geralt growled. "Since when does a fucking Cat travel with a bard?" "Why not?" the Cat said, mock puzzled. "He's charming, and he was writing songs about me, making me sound so heroic. It's been nice to share the Path with someone. The Path, the ale... and the bedrolls." ... After the whole mess of the dragon hunt, Geralt of Rivia has lost a lover, gained a daughter, and now his bard was singing songs about another witcher. Wait, what? *His* bard? Where had that come from?? -- This fanfic is set in The Witcher Netflix TV series, after episode 6 of season 1. It ignores season two almost completely and sets Geralt on a merry chase to self-discovery and his nemesis: talking about his feelings. Warnings: the story contains rude language, canon-typical monsters and violence, nudity, shameless ogling, mild-to-medium angst, and dysfunctional relationships. Image source: https://www.deviantart.com/yakichou/art/Geraskier-852512449

Black Wolf ; Yennefer x Y/n by widows-venom

G!pReader Cursed from a young age you seek the help of a mage who in turn needs something from you. Both of you embark on the long and grueling adventure so that she may harvest a dragons heart. Back in Treagon a war was brewing with the elves. Who their enemy was nobody knew. You and your brother Geralt were seemingly the last known Witcher's alive, Treagons only hope of survival. War was hard. But falling in love was an entirely different story as the past comes back to haunt you. These are the tales of the Black Wolf.

Afraid Not by cloudsarefluffyman

"If we are to use you as bait to lure our possessed Witcher here to Kaer Morhen, do you understand what that entails?" Jaskier nods, but he remains quiet. A slight tremor works its way into his right hand, and Yennefer smirks at its appearance. The sorceress scoffs faintly, and she approaches him. There is something in her violet eyes, like a spark that proceeds the wildfire it causes as she comes close, her voice growing low and sharp. "He will hunt you," Yennefer whispers, as though she is reciting some sort of spell, bewitching as she is sardonic, "You cannot hide from him. You cannot outrun him. You cannot overpower him." Jaskier swallows, but he does not waiver. Not even as Yennefer begins to circle him. Despite the tears in her dress and the dirt that clings to her form, she remains as entrancing as ever. It's as though she's a fever dream Jaskier can only spot from the corners of his eyes. Her words come to Jaskier like a mirage, a silhouette muddled in fog. The only solid sensation coming from her being the race her words bring to his heart. "You will be at the Witcher's mercy." That should scare Jaskier. But it doesn't.

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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.