LINKDING

<blockquote>Geralt gets a contract to deal with the monster that killed the alderman's nephew. Jaskier decides to tag along. It goes better than Geralt would have expected.</blockquote> ➤ charming

<blockquote>Geralt loses a chunk of his memories, meets an overly-friendly bard, and comes to the obvious conclusion: that somewhere along the way, he apparently lost his godsdamned mind and decided to take a human lover on the Path with him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Geralt's not human. Why should he have to feel like one? / In which Geralt measures his potions in careful doses—and Jaskier is like taking a drink.</blockquote> ➤ author note: <blockquote>The request was for a fic that focused on a touch-starved Geralt who was using his Witcher potions to cope with his emotions. </blockquote> ➤ didn't take enough notes when I read this to be able to comment on it properly, but I liked it enough to want to bookmark it, so I guess here we are!

<blockquote>In which Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, Conqueror of the North, would really prefer not to be receiving handsome young men as tribute.</blockquote> ➤ remix of the accidental warlord au from Geralt's pov

<blockquote>“Who the hell are you?” Renfri asks, wrinkling her nose. The boy sitting by the fire looks up, looking surprised. They told her in town there was a witcher with white hair out here. They hadn’t mentioned anyone else. “Jaskier,” he says. He’s holding a lute, oddly. “At your service, assuming your service isn’t either murderous or boring. Who are you?” “Renfri,” she says, eyeing him critically. “Where’s Geralt?”</blockquote> ➤ Au where Renfri lives

<blockquote>When Jaskier finds out that his ex-boyfriend is getting married, he convinces Yennefer to help him stage a fake proposal so he can ruin the wedding. There's just one problem: it turns out they both know the caterer.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I told you to stay with-” he begins. The rest of the words dry up in his throat when he finds that the curse hadn’t entirely missed, after all. Jaskier is leaning heavily against a tree, clutching his chest with the arm he’s not using to support himself. “Geralt?” Jaskier says. There’s a tremor to his voice that sets Geralt’s teeth on edge. Everything in him screams that it’s fundamentally wrong for Jaskier to sound like this. Jaskier shouldn’t be afraid. He shouldn’t be hurting. “He cursed you,” Geralt says, even as a part of him hopes that he’s wrong. “No, really,” Jaskier says. He slides down the tree a little as he speaks. “Here I thought this was normal.” char-char-char- Jaskier gets cursed: either "the one he loves" returns his feelings, and kisses him, or he dies painfully. Geralt just wants to know why Jaskier won't tell him who he's in love with.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"You'll change your mind one day," says the innkeep. "The road can't love you back." What a strange way to flatten something so beautiful, Jaskier thinks. What a small way to love. Or: When Jaskier is hit with a curse that prevents him from having sex, he's lucky that the first person he meets is a Witcher. It's even luckier that Jaskier is used to hitting the road, because Geralt isn't waiting up.</blockquote> ➤ Awww, this is just so nice-feeling to read! A good pick-me-up sort of story

<blockquote>Geralt makes two promises that he doesn't want to keep.</blockquote> ➤ Jaskier is connected to his land and can come back to life after dying

<blockquote>"A quiet companion, a noble friend! / Has no compunctions 'bout biting your end!" Jaskier stops, frowns, and repositions his fingers on the lute's neck as if trying to work something out. "Are you singing to Roach?" Geralt asks, leaning over the saddle horn. "I'm not hallucinating?" Jaskier looks up and smiles brightly, cheeks pink from the sun. Something in Geralt... doesn't like this. "Well, you do take excellent care of her, but a little praise can go a long way, you know."</blockquote> ➤ Does this neat thing with putting together a collection of little vignettes that slowly begin to build together into something more. ➤ The first fic felt like it was leading somewhere from the beginning and the other two took more time to feel like more than vignettes but it's worth continuing on all of them because they're sincerely great. ➤ series consists of: Ivy on the Hill Clover, and Other Beloved Weeds Moss on River Stones

<blockquote>There’s a thousand different ways to fill in a soulmark, of course, but Jaskier already knows the way his soulmate’s will—they’ll hear him sing, obviously, and that’ll be that. It’s the only thing he’s good at, so what else could it possibly be? He’s not going to be rescuing any fair damsels or making any brilliant discoveries or anything like that, and one’s soulmate only recognizes them when one does something special in front of them. So it’s very unfair, he thinks, that Geralt doesn’t have to do a damn thing at all.</blockquote> ➤ series consists of: wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it can you help me unravel my latest mistake

<blockquote>Whenever Jaskier's mouth isn't occupied, he talks. Low, easily, about anything. Sounds to soothe. And the thing is – unlike all the rest of the time, Jaskier is pretty sure that when he talks while he's chasing Geralt's pleasure, Geralt listens. It's a heady drug. And yes, Jaskier is becoming addicted.</blockquote> ➤ I like how it's about a kind of aromantic but deeply important relationship that also happens to involve sex ➤ series includes: Benefits Friends Winter Company

<blockquote>AKA: The one where Geralt is a bartender and Jaskier sings karaoke.</blockquote> ➤ series consists of: when midnights break their sleep so I'm the dragon (big deal) a heart i couldn't silence

<blockquote>Geralt returns to Oxenfurt on a bright May morning to find flowers laid outside Jaskier's rooms and a fresh grave in the cemetery. Except, as Geralt is about to learn, in Jaskier's world things are never quite what they seem.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Your curse runs deeper. Animal transformation is old, old magic, and on top of that she added the bit about love. We’ll have to lift it the old-fashioned way.” “The old-fashioned way?” Jaskier sputtered. “And what, pray tell, is that?” Geralt still wasn’t looking at him. “We find your true love.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jaskier is totally unprepared for wilderness travel. Geralt is totally unprepared for Jaskier. It's the start of a beautiful friendship. (Inspired by my keen observation that Jaskier never carries anything other than a lute case in the show. Instead of suspending my disbelief like a regular human, I wrote eight thousand words of fanfic about it. You're all welcome.)</blockquote> ➤ I adore this "wilderness safety PSA thinly disguised as a Witcher fic."

<blockquote>Geralt isn't sure how he got here, standing in his kitchen in black gym shorts and a baby pink—baby fucking pink—shirt that stretches too tightly over his muscles and has Toss a Coin written in sparkling gold letters across his chest while Jaskier is aiming a camera at his face. Or: Jaskier is a YouTuber and Geralt is his best friend and roommate.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“So do you have a name?” “Yeah.” The man who had saved his life less than an hour ago – the white-haired, absurdly buff, weirdly sexy man Jaskier might have called taciturn if he was feeling charitable and surly if he was feeling less so – dug into his second burger. Jaskier waited. “Are… you going to tell me what it is?” The man paused mid-bite, and looked at him reproachfully as if to say how dare you. How dare you interrupt me. Can’t you see I’m enjoying my cheeseburger. Can’t you see this cheeseburger is the most important thing in my life right at the moment. He swallowed, and said, “Geralt.”</blockquote> ➤ modern au but Geralt is still a witcher

<blockquote>According to Jaskier, they've lived this day almost a hundred times. Geralt doesn't remember any of them.</blockquote> ➤ love that this is from the pov of the one not aware of the loop

<blockquote> “I happen to have an extremely delicate constitution. If I go for more than a couple of weeks without getting kissed, it, it unbalances my humours.” </blockquote>

<blockquote>"For a while, Jaskier doesn’t know he’s cursed. It feels like free will, going back down that mountain, just as dangerous down as the way up, and alone this time, too. The descent is fast, maybe even reckless, but Jaskier’s feeling numb and out-of-sorts anyways, Geralt’s words simmering in his mind, and at the time it doesn’t feel like he’s being pulled on by anything but his own desire to get away." Based off a post that Geralt's words on the mountain are granted by the djinn.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I learn stuff about you to enrich my songs, thanks very much.” Geralt starts. “Like what?” Jaskier strums a chord. “Plenty of things. You always ask the contractor if they want the head or not instead of just showing up with it, because you don’t want to shock people. You eat normal amounts of food when eating in public, instead of your usual awe-inducing giant amount. You sleep more when you’re hurt, but that’s the only way I’d ever know. You’re a bit weird about your potions and you count them a lot.” He glances up and grins. “Shall I continue?” A handful of contracts go sideways. Recovering is easier with Jaskier there.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jaskier thinks Geralt has a talking problem. Geralt thinks Jaskier has a listening problem. They figure it out.</blockquote> ➤ An entire fic just about them working on their communication issues! I'm honestly charmed

<blockquote>“No,” Jaskier sighed. “This is the thing, Geralt. I’m middle-aged and tired and I just think I’d rather meet death sitting down and facing it rather than from behind while I’m running. You know?” He contemplated that a moment, and finally added, “Especially if it’s you.”</blockquote> ➤ this series is a DELIGHT and I LOVE IT and I love how it's like.....it's about a lot more than just the will-they-won't-they of the romantic/sexual relationship(s), it's about a whole interconnected series of people caring about each other to varying degrees of complexity and I love it all, the way these people and their lives feel properly lived in anyway it's a wip but what exists so far is: Meet Death Sitting The Miraculous Sisterhood Along Came This Song Innermost Depths The Ancient Sea Warmth Little Fishie Fugitive Forty Dangerous Comforts What Mages Are Like Learning Experiences (wip through ch 1 at last check) Aretuza Craftsmanship

<blockquote>“How did you manage,” asked Geralt, with infinite patience and only a desire to know the facts, and not at all a little meanhearted glee, “to insult a sorcerer while his tongue was down your throat?” “Don’t make me recount the entire sordid affair, Geralt,” said Jaskier, with a surprising note of desperation breaking through his gruff monotone. “I’m already having a rather shit day and all I’ve done so far is wake up.” “In my body,” said Geralt. “Yes,” said Jaskier, with the insolent cadence that was unmistakably Jaskier’s, but in Geralt’s voice, emerging from Geralt’s face and frame. “And I’ve got yours,” said Geralt, from Jaskier’s.</blockquote>

<blockquote>#this is the story of that post #where Yennefer & Jaskier become drinking buddies after the dragon hunt breakup #bitch about Geralt #and accidentally on purpose sleep together #and instead of playing Despacito he writes a song for her #not to make Geralt jealous you understand! #Geralt internally when he sees them together: #WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK #only a jealous threesome can resolve that kind of mess #ft. the only m/f dynamic that means anything: #if she can't have him executed #there's too much equality going on #and he is Into That </blockquote> ➤ (look the tags are much better at summing up what's fun about this story than the summary)

<blockquote>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. “Fuck.”</blockquote> ➤ It's clear this is based on an event from canon that the author assumes the readers know, so some important details are glossed over, but it still works

<blockquote>So I asked for prompts on DW and potted_music said "Geralt/Emhyr AU in which Emhyr is a witcher too" and I was all lol, how on earth could Emhyr have ended up as a witcher, and then this story happened.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He hadn’t come here with a contract. He’d come here to get the faces out of his head: the bloodless dead sprawled in heaps through the streets of Beauclair, the morning after the rampage Detlaff had unleashed; the blank eyes of the boy in the orphanage tilting his head to let Orianna drink from his throat, with the lullaby she’d been singing him still hanging in the air. Wasn’t working that well so far.</blockquote>