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Rec List 9: The Witcher
-Â all that I've been taught and every word I've got by sugarybowl
âYou know,â the old man says with a knowing smile, âif ever there was a place where you could recite and sing of Kaer Morhen, it is within her walls. Perhaps your stay will bring some lightness to all of us and not only the child and Geralt.â
Jaskier hides the stab of pain at the implication that Geralt might be glad to see him, instead he offers another simple bow and thanks Vesemir for his hospitality before fleeing into the room.
âOh, you fool,â he whispers to himself as he falls into a nearby seat, âyou bloody heartsick fool, you should have run. Why donât you ever run?â
- - -
After a year of training Ciri in monster-hunting and Chaos, Vesemir and Yennefer agree that her education needs a boost of court politics and wordplay, which means bringing an angry heartbroken master of the seven liberal arts to Kaer Morhen.
9/9 Completed, 12,779 words
-Â animal instinct by leodesic
Despite Jaskier's hard work, there are still plenty of people who hate witchers. They think they're monstrous, inhuman, only held back from violence by a thin veneer of control. One mage has a plan to spread his views by capturing a witcher and bewitching them to remove their control. When the Butcher of Blaviken walks into his hideout, he's convinced he's found the perfect candidate - and a convenient way to get rid of the pesky bard that's been singing his praises.
Jaskier is forced to agree witchers are not human, but that doesn't mean they're dangerous. In fact, he's astounded by how many of Geralt's uncontrolled impulses involve touching.
Oneshot, 13,091 words
-Â from what i've tasted of desire by asweetepilogue
Jaskier's coat as a hole in it.
Oneshot, 4,727 words
-Â Skin Deep by sospes
âWhatâs that?â Geralt asks.
Jaskier blinks. âItâs a tattoo,â he says. âHave you never seen a tattoo before, Geralt?â
Geralt fights the urge to roll his eyes. âI know itâs a tattoo,â he says. âWhatâs it a tattoo of?â
Oneshot, 8,135 words
-Â I'd Be the Choiceless Hope by lesdemonium (winnerstick)
âSuch a nice, beautiful sound,â the fae crooned. âIf only he were this way always.â
Julianâs mother stood up. She claimed she was prepared to stop the fae, to protect her baby, but in Julianâs darkest moments he doubted this part of the story. His mother loved him, of that he had no doubt, but she had been young and weary, and even years later, she couldnât quite get the twinge of exhaustion out of her eyes when she recalled Julianâs infancy. Even if she had been keen on protecting him, the fae was too close, too fast, too set on his plan.
âA gift, for the new mother,â the fae continued. He leaned a hand in to stroke Julianâs cheek. âI give you the gift of obedience.â
As a baby, Jaskier was visited by a fae, who gifted Jaskier's mother with Jaskier's obedience. As Jaskier grew older, the "gift" became more of a curse.
16/16 Completed, 45,188 words
-Â Â Silver and Copper by Heronfem
Geralt is just supposed to pass through the quiet Lettenhove area. He's not anticipating being begged by its people to help save their viscount from a curse that keeps him from daylight. Lord Jaskier, they call him, and he's likely dying.
As Geralt struggles to untangle the ugly web of history that has lead to the increasingly complicated curse, he finds himself spending more and more time with the strange young viscount and wondering just what he might have been before the curse, and who he might be after. But things are not always as they seem, and as the curse tightens its grip on Jaskier, Geralt is forced to face the fear of failing yet another person whose choices were stolen from them.
Or-
Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.
5/5 Completed, 56,263 words
-Â The Fairest of Them All by TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG
On a quiet winter's night, a king and a queen had a child.
Oneshot, 46,256 words
-Â the roads we walk are winding by shellybelle
Jaskier doesnât actually know how much time has passed since the black-cloaked Nilfgaardians grab him after a performance in a shitty tavern in the backcountry of northern Kaedwen. Heâd assumed--foolishly, apparently--that he was far enough north that any Nilfgaardian soldiers would be few and far between, likely just scouts or even deserters. It would have been hard to actually get any further north--the little backwater town where heâd been singing was just a day from the mountains. Anymore travel, and heâd find himself skirting the Trail up to Kaer Morhen, the Warlordâs Keep, and, well. Heâs brazen, but not that brazen.
(or: a wandering bard bites off more than he can chew with the political ballads, accidentally makes friends with a princess in exile, and finds the Warlord of the North in his debt.)
7/7 Completed, 67,217 words
-Â The Flower of the Court by aileenrose
The dream is not, Jaskier thinks, good foreshadowing for his plans tonight. The dream, after all, is about a man who King Emhyr decided had betrayed him, and subsequently had him killed. Killed in front of the court, no less, as a reminder of how quickly their fates could change according to the Kingâs whims.
Tonight, after his performance, Jaskier plans to do just the same. Betray his king.
Jaskier, the so-called "Flower of King Emhyr's court," does not think himself a brave person. Still, he attempts to escape the King's volatile, violent court, and in doing so, stumbles into the Warlord's lands. There, he tries to determine if he is captive, pawn, or something else entirely.
6/? Ongoing, 44,605 words
-Â To know you in all the ways that count by dat_carovieh
This year, Geralt doesnât want to spend winter apart from Jaskier so he invites him to Kaer Morhen. Until he got a letter from Eskel, he did not know his whole family thought him and Jaskier are together. He canât bring it over himself to disappoint them. They are so happy he finally found someone. So, Jaskier suggest they will pretend to be in a relationship, because there is no ways for that to go wrong.
Oneshot, 6,049 words
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Rec List 8: The Witcher
-Â Just a song of safety by LeWanderinGaal
'Some said the Sandpiper was so amazing he wasn't even a person, just a song of safety that carried on the wind. Said he could enchant guards with just a hum of tine. I've heard some say he's an elf mage in disguise, strong as a dragon and beautiful as Francesca. When we met him, sure he wasn't any of those things, but his songs were good and I can't but thank him for saving me and mother'
Elven child's diary - Cintra 1264
or
Jaskier's face will forever be a memory of freedom for some, Sandpiper the name of the saivour of elves. And I wanted to explore how Jaskier's deeds deserve some more recognition and how him arguing with the deck guard seemed...wrong, especially if Jaskier had been helping elves for a while by the moment we see him.
If other favourite concepts and headcanons for him made their way into this well...
Oneshot, 11,751 words
-Â as every step I choose to take by restmyheadatnightcontent
The fire follows him.
He cannot seem to escape it - in moments of quiet he can still feel his fingers burning, with every mouthful of food that he eats, all he tastes is the horrid mixture of blood and smoke, and it takes everything he has to swallow it down and not empty his stomach, and he is constantly looking over his shoulder, catching glimpses for that lingering shadow, waiting for the moment when that black figure and that singular flame catch him again.
Most days, he has a handle on it.
Or at least, he does his best to convince everyone that he has a handle on it.
Oneshot, 1,492 words
- reconstruction by SparrowFlight246
Jaskier's burned hand gets infected in the aftermath of everything.
It complicates things, a bit.
Oneshot, 6,363 words
-Â (I wonât) Scream Into the Night by Chaos_Breeds
Ciri didnât react to that, looking into the distance again. âThe thing is,â she whispered, voice raw and aching. The voice of a girl who had seen so much death and destruction, and was trying to brace herself for more. âIâm not really worried about you two.â
There was a long, blissful second where Geralt had no idea what she was referring to. And then suddenly, he heard far-off humming, snippets of âToss a Coinâ. His blood ran cold.
âJaskier,â he realized.
âââ
Jaskier isnât like the rest of them - the world is much, much more dangerous for a bard than for Witchers and witches and magical princesses. Ciri and Geralt try to deal with that knowledge. Jaskier helps.
Oneshot, 1,803 words
-Â The Path Not Taken by sospes
Jaskier comes across an injured witcher in a backwoods town, months after the events of the dragon hunt. It all just sort of escalates from there.
5/5 Completed, 40,149 words
-Â Advantage by sospes
"The drugs have been made specifically for you, to keep you docile. Didnât want you snapping my neck mid-vengeance, did I?â
Vengeance? âI donât even know you,â Geralt spits.
The lordling laughs. âOh, the revenge wasnât on you."
Jaskier made a mistake. Geralt suffers the consequences.
Oneshot, 10,448 words
-Â like a flame that burns the candle by unseenbox
Yennefer lights a fire. Jaskier has some opinions to offer on the subject. Together, they find a way to cope.
Oneshot, 2,363 words
-Â resurge infra terra by asweetepilogue
It seemed the alderman had been wrong when he said that the creatureâs bite killed instantly. Shame Jaskier was only figuring that out now that he was several feet under.
Oneshot, 1,256 words
-Â so hard to say (so easy to do) by asweetepilogue
Jaskier gets left behind, and Nilfgaard is not forgiving of his sacrifice.
Oneshot, 3,165 words
-Â so hard to do (so easy to say) by asweetepilogue
They canât get out of this. He knows it, Geralt knows it. Ciri is starting to, her eerie green eyes wide and frightened. Jaskier can hear them, men shouting off to their left and the sound of footsteps behind them. Itâs over.
Nilfgaard closes in, and Geralt has to make a choice.
Oneshot, 698 words
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-Â Sacrifice by SeelieSkelliger
He moved the flame closer to the bardâs fingers. âBut how much would you be willing to sacrifice for him? Your lute is broken, but of course that can be replaced. Your hands, however⊠would you sacrifice your career for him? Would he do the same for you?â
Jaskier's time with Rience. Rating and Archive warnings might be too high but better safe than sorry.
Written for Witcher Bows & Arrows Valentines event 2022 - Day 3 Prompt 'Sacrifice
Oneshot, 1,394 words
-Â where the wildflowers bloom by bloomerie
Jaskier might run with witchers and witches, but she is, in the end, human.
Oneshot, 10,332 words
-Â an opiate; helpmate by yeats
"Geralt," Jaskier says, displaying what he feels is admirable restraint, "if you don't stick your cock inside me this very instant, I will tear out your fucking hair."
Oneshot, 2,281 words
-Â magic touch by angelzoo (shades_0f_cool)
Theyâre only eyes, for Heavenâs sake. Granted, theyâre extraordinary eyes, and thereâs this bold intensity to them that commands attention, that makes you look.
Now if Jaskier could only stop looking.
Instead, he holds Geraltâs gaze and puts his feelings into words. âItâs all in your eyes. The perpetual loneliness and quiet longing for refined company. Iâm your best friend, how could I refuse such an overt supplication?â
Now with amazing fanart for chapter two by @snovaaprel!
3/3 Completed, 11,913 words
-Â so gentle in his view by ArliaDevi
The thing is, Jaskier does nothing wrong. If he had done something wrong, it might have been easier. Geralt could blame him, tell him how heâd always known this would happen, how it was only a matter of time. He could justify his anger, his guilt, his fear. He could say how Jaskier needs to watch where he walks, but the fact is Geralt had walked that stretch of the track only moments ago and had not noticed the bear trap. Not noticed it until heâd heard the rusty mechanisms spring and then Jaskierâs blood-curdling scream.
Or,
Jaskier steps on a bear trap while accompanying Geralt on a hunt for a Griffin.
Oneshot, 1,799 words
-Â Always on My Mind by didoandis
The bard doesnât seem to notice Geralt lurking behind him until Geralt clears his throat, a low rumble, which makes him turn.
âGoodness,â he says. âHello. Youâre very⊠loomy.â
Now sheâs closer, Ciri can see his face properly. His hair hangs lank around his face; stubble covers his chin, a little too long to be stylish; his eyes above are a bright shining blue. And yet thereâs something faded about him, his clothes just slightly worse for wear, his cheeks hollow.
âJaskier,â Geralt says, almost desperately.
After the mountain, a reunion. It doesnât go that well, to begin with.
Oneshot, 11,201 words
-Â A Song of Service by didoandis
âWhy do you wear that collar?â the witcher asks.
Jaskier startles. Heâs been fiddling with it, he realises, a nervous habit. He didnât think the witcher had noticed, even though those golden eyes seem to spot most things.
âItâs so people know what I am,â he says.
âAnd what are you?â the witcher says. His tone has turned surprisingly gentle. Perhaps he can hear the misery in Jaskierâs voice.
âBound in service,â Jaskier explains. He tries on a smile. âIt might not look like it, but Iâm as much of a prisoner as you are.â
Jaskier didnât exactly plan to escape from his master alongside a terrifying witcher. But it might turn out to be one of his better decisions.
[Inspired by The Accidental Warlord and His Pack by Inexplicifics.]
3/3 Completed, 22,516 words
-Â Quiet by didoandis
âGeralt,â Jaskier said. His voice was⊠odd. Geralt looked at him. He had one hand on Roach still, one hand at his neck. His fingers were resting on a thin, leather band around his throat that hadnât been there a minute earlier.
Geralt makes the mistake of telling a mage he likes the quiet. He didn't intend to be taken quite so literally.
Oneshot, 10,046 words
-Â another angle on the same subject by haysel
Jaskier had opened the door, so he decided to step through. âI think itâs been proven that I do understand when itâs time to walk away.â
Geralt was quiet for a moment longer. âWhat are you saying? Are you saying that youâre leaving?â
Jaskier glanced over at him. âYes. I just need to figure out where Iâm going.â
_____
A few weeks after the incident with the deathless mother, Jaskier leaves Kaer Morhen
Oneshot, 12,965 words
-Â If I Must Starve (Let it be in Your Arms) by Igneum807
The witchers of Kaer Morhen have never been comfortable with gentle touches. It just isn't who they are. But when Geralt arrives to spend the winter with his brothers looking more relaxed than any of them have felt in years, all due to the affection of a human bard, Lambert and Eskel grow curious. They wonder what it would be like to be touched or held without fear.
When Lambert runs into Jaskier in a small town in Redania, it's the safest he's felt in years. He and his brothers need touch and kindness more than they're willing to admit, and all Jaskier wants it to help , if only the witchers would let him.
Geralt and Jaskier are together, all the other relationships are platonic with a good helping of touch-starvation on the side.
12/12 Completed, 31,259 words
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-Â Lost in Translation by notebooksandlaptops
âAre you alright?â Jaskier asks. Heâs been dragged outside again during the middle of one of his sets. Thatâs fine. He was almost expecting it. Geralt has become a little bit predictable, and a bad mood usually means heâll want a quick pick me up at some point.
âI will be in a moment,â Geralt growls, and he pushes Jaskier up against the wall.
And it's fine. Normal. New normal. Jaskier goes and he goes happily and willingly. But thereâs something that is tugging on his mind, something that aches.
He doesnât put his finger on it until afterwards. âYou really will have to start being more patient. I do need to make a living â and you dragging me away in the middle of my songs all the time is bad for business.â
Geralt gives a chuckle, âyouâre saving money on the whorehouses, are you not?â
And oh.
Geralt is using him for sex.
-///-
Or, Jaskier and Geralt start having regular sex. Jaskier thinks it doesn't mean as much to Geralt as it does to him. He's wrong.
Oneshot, 3,639 words
-Â Five people who don't listen to Jaskier (and one person who always does) by notebooksandlaptops
Jaskier was all too aware of the titles heâd accumulated over the years.
Jaskier: Greatest Bard on the continent, friend and companion to the White Wolf, Master of the Seven Liberal Arts, renowned Professor of the grand Oxenfurt Academy, considerate, heartfelt lover and, ultimately, when it came down to it, a right annoying prick.
âFucking bard,â the innkeeper muttered under his breath, for once far more perturbed by Jaskierâs presence than by the Witcher who stood behind him, âdo you ever stop talking?â
-///-
Or, Five people who don't listen to Jaskier (and one person who always does)
Oneshot, 4,126 words
-Â Loose Tongues & Blue Dresses by notebooksandlaptops
Let it never be said that Jaskier is useless. Perhaps he can't wield a sword like Geralt, perhaps he can't do magic like Yennefer, but he has his own set of skills that are equally vital when it comes to winning this war.
And Jaskier was rather enjoying this role if he did say so himself. Perhaps it was a little unpleasant to have the Kings filthy hands all over him but the silks and finery, the dresses and the makeup, finally getting to put his long hair to good use, getting to shave off that awful beard heâd been sporting?
Definitely fun.
-///-
Or, the one where Jaskier wears a dress in order to infiltrate a court
Oneshot, 10,231 words
-Â No Marks by didoandis
Geralt feels his stomach turn. âTell me what happened,â he growls. Because something happened in this room. Something bad.
âYou donât know?â the mage says. âI suppose Iâm not surprised. He was very keen that you didnât find out. That was the only thing he insisted on, no marks.â
Geralt glares at him. The mage looks back, unperturbed. âDonât scowl at me like that, beast. Everything I did was agreed to.â
Jaskier would do anything for Geralt.
Oneshot, 13,703 words
-Â Monsters by didoandis
The girl is young, earnest and a little scared. âDo you kill monsters if theyâre human?â she asks abruptly.
Geralt nods at her to sit down, looking around him to check if anyoneâs listening. âTell me whatâs troubling you.â
âThereâs a woman,â the girl whispers, leaning forward over the table. âRich. Powerful. She collects people. And when she takes a fancy to someone, theyâre never seen again.â
Jaskier gets taken apart. Geralt works to put him back together.
Oneshot, 16,245 words
-Â A Kept Man by didoandis
Jaskierâs eyes are sliding closed. He should leave. He should know, by now, not to outstay his welcome. But Geraltâs hand has come down to rest on his forehead, a thumb stroking into his hair. And just like always, heâs too weak to resist.
Five times Jaskier didnât have a choice about staying and one time he did.
2/2 Completed, 18,022 words
- Lessons in Losing by didoandis
âWe met five years ago or thereabouts,â Geralt says through gritted teeth. âYou came up to me in a tavern near Posada, decided I would be good song material, and weâve travelled together, off and on, ever since.â
âHuh,â Jaskier says.
âYou remember?â Geralt tries to keep the note of hope out of his voice, and doubts heâs been successful.
âNot in the slightest,â Jaskier says cheerfully. âBut I must admit it sounds like something Iâd do.â
When Jaskier forgets their life together, Geralt learns an unexpected lesson.
Oneshot, 11,270 words
-Â Chivalry by didoandis
âWhat was it this time, bard?â Geralt asks.
âChivalry,â Jaskier tells him, loftily, and then the rope is cut and Jaskierâs feet hit the ground, jarring his body all the way up to his aching shoulders, and he passes out.
Jaskier makes an enemy. Geralt comes to his rescue. Must be a Tuesday.
Oneshot, 1,343 words
-Â In the Deep Dark Hills by didoandis
âYouâre making a mistake,â Jaskier says. âTrust me â Iâll be watching Geralt rip out your intestines before all this is over. Iâve seen it before. Itâs not pretty.â He draws himself up, shows his teeth. If this is going to go badly, he intends to be as difficult as possible about it.
The alderman glares at him. âEnough of this,â he says, commanding; thereâs a heavy dull thud at the back of Jaskierâs head, and a brief burst of pain, and then blackness.
When Geralt is late returning from a hunt, Jaskierâs the one who suffers for it. Things get worse before they get better.
Oneshot, 11,656 words
-Â Gift by SeelieSkelliger
"So, you must be Geraltâs bard.â
There came a hollow chuckle in response. âOnce upon a time, perhaps. Now, I donât know what I am. Probably at best Iâm an annoyance, more likely Iâm a burden.â Jaskier was staring at the floor near his feet, so he missed the soft look Vesemir gave him before sitting at the foot of the bed.
âYou brought Ciri back here safely. After you started travelling with him, Geralt finally seemed to be alive again when he would come back here for the winter. Your songs have made all our lives better. I would not call you a burden, bard. I would say your presence in our lives has been a gift.â
Written for Witcher Bows & Arrows event 2022 - Day 4 prompt: Gift
This story follows on from yesterday's fic, 'Sacrifice', but you can read it as a standalone. Jaskier struggles to work out where he fits in, featuring soft Vesemir and sweet Yen.
Oneshot, 1,388 words
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-Â i'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin by intothefirewego
âIâm going to die,â Jaskier said quietly.
Geralt stopped moving the whetstone across his blade.
~
Jaskier doesn't know how he fits into Geralt's long life. Geralt doesn't understand.
Oneshot, 3,408 words
-Â Tactile by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
When Geralt brings Jaskier to Kaer Morhen, the other Witchers take a shine to the bard.
Too much of a shine, if you ask Geralt. Not that anyone's asked. Or that Geralt really cares. Much. Or at all. Really, he doesn't. Nope.
Not in the slightest.
Oneshot, 2,900 words
-Â we're looking out for angels (and something we can hold on) by staticpetrichor
when jaskier, accidentally, reveals the sort of propositions he's used to dealing with geralt is...concerned, to say the least.
maybe a little furious, and maybe a tad more invested in the bard's well-being than either of them realized.
2/2 Completed, 4,030 words
-Â Sleeping Witcher by SailorChibi
Even after Geralt pushed him out of his life, Jaskier can't resist helping him. Even if it breaks his heart in the process.
2/2 Completed, 3,199 words
-Â it's what's engraved upon my heart (in letters deeply worn) by margosfairyeye (Skittery)
How could he leave? How could he leave? After everything Geralt gave him? After giving him everything he ever wanted? After giving up his own solitude, and time, and freedom just to accommodate Jaskier? All of that, all of that time, and energy, and it only took a few words of frustration to chase him away?
Geralt scowls at nothing. He thought Jaskier was different, but heâd turned out just the same as everyone else.
Oneshot, 3,364 words
-Â who made you smile again by Potrix for dls
Barely audible, hoarsely, Geralt grits out, âI hurt you.â
Jaskier frowns at that, moving one hand from Geraltâs face to poke at the bruise on his thigh. âThis?â he asks with a disbelieving little chuckle. âGeralt, darling, Iâve hurt myself worse by walking into doors. Or roughhousing with my brothers, as a child. Or tripping over my own clumsy feet. It was in jest, I donât mind. I like you teasing me, you know I do. And marking me, though I usually prefer your mouth to be doing the actual marking.â
Which Geralt knows, he really does, but it does little to reassure him right now. âNot this,â he forces out, then amends, âNot only this.â
Oneshot, 2,420 words
-Â âWhatâs it like to love something that cannot love you back?â by merthurlocked
Itâs the Countess de Stael that whispers it to him, and he replies;
âLike youâve stayed up all night to watch the sunrise but somewhere in between dusk falling and dawn breaking you fell asleep,
when you wake the sun is shining brightly at you, and the warmth is bittersweet because once again youâve missed it rising but youâre still happy that it rose all the same.â
Or Jaskier thinks his love for Geralt is forever doomed to be onesided.
Oneshot, 3,222 words
-Â If Life Could Give Me One Blessing (It'd Be You) by C4t1l1n4
Geralt's words do more damage than he thought they would
Or
As a Faery who mates for life, Jaskier's light starts to go out when Geralt yells at him on the mountain
Obligatory The Mountain TM fix-it fic
Oneshot, 1,651 words
-Â I love you (you are my home) by Shadowmightwrite17
âSome,â Jaskier chokes for a moment. He swallows thickly, looking down at the bed. âSome people hate being called names in bed.â
âYou hate being called names in bed,â Geralt says, putting all the pieces together.
Jaskier nods.
âWhat names?â
In the beginning of their relationship, Jaskier and Geralt have a conversation about sex, their boundaries, intimacy, trust.
âThis, this is special. This is different. It matters more, to me, because itâs you. I donât want to screw this up, donât want to ever hurt you like that. I want this to be safe, for both of us. We deserve to feel safe.â
Oneshot, 1,447 words
-Â Two Witchers Walk Into a Tavern by TheSupernova
When Eskel ventures into a town in search of a bed and a roof over his head, he doesn't expect to run into Geralt brooding in the corner of the tavern.
He certainly doesn't expect the performing bard to wander over and sit in his brother's lap as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
Or, Eskel meets Jaskier.
Oneshot, 2,040 words
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-Â Worth More Than Your Songs by Chaos_Breeds
âJask, youâre bleeding,â Geralt growled, his free hand starting to pat for injuries, and-
Jaskier relaxed a bit, slumping in relief. âGood morning to you too,â he greeted brightly, ignoring how raspy his voice was. âDamn witchers and their sense of smell. Iâm fine, donât worry, just my hands.â
The room froze.
âââ
In which Jaskier runs himself ragged, convinced he must prove his value.
Geralt and Yennefer will not stand for it.
Oneshot, 1,676 words
-Â Defying the Odds by Chaos_Breeds
Geralt didnât care to eavesdrop, really, even less than he wanted to hear another bawdy ballad. It was better to keep his eyes on his ale, stay out of trouble, and wait for Jaskier to be finished.
âSo how much longer do you think heâll live?â asked the baron, drumming his fingers on the table. âSuch clever songs. I hope weâll hear another few yearsâ worth before he goes.â
Geralt immediately stilled, the performance fading into the background.
âââ
In which Geralt learns that traveling bards are one of the most dangerous professions for very good reason. He overhears some nobles betting on how long his bard would survive on the path, and Jaskierâs odds apparently arenât good.
Geralt will be damned before that happens.
Oneshot, 1,705 words
-Â Bard Assassin by Hyrulehearts1123, sageclover61
Collection, 8 works, 88,968 words
>>>Â Edge of Nowhere by sageclover61
Jaskier needed no introduction to Geralt of Rivia, not when he knows who this Witcher is on sight. On the other hand, this is his opportunity to make a new and different name for himself, a guise within a disguise, and perhaps fame that'll hide the secrets that he keeps.
Oneshot, 1,361 words
-Â why were you digging, what did you bury by ruffboi
"You'll be coming with me," his father said, rather abruptly and with no room for argument.
"I thought no one but the elders and the witch could know where the clearing is," Julian said slowly.
"This is your duty as my son and heir," his father snapped.
"Of course, father," Julian replied. "I'll be ready after supper." He wondered, a chill running down his spine, what this duty actually was.
Oneshot, 1,776 words
-Â I Have Heart-Fire and Singing to Give by inexplicifics
Jaskier is invited to come and sing at Oxenfurt - an honor he has never dreamed he would be granted so young. But leaving Kaer Morhen has its perils...and there are those who would very much like to get their hands on the Consort of the Warlord of the North.
5/5 Completed, 23,311 words
-Â And I'll go up, up to find us by thequeenofsong
Geralt's thoughts when he goes up the mountain after finding out about the husband hunters coming to Kaer Morhen. Also includes a flashback to the night in Redania after Geralt finds out Jaskier was sent as a sacrifice and Jaskier's confession of love. Inspired by Inexplicfic's Accidental Warlord AU.
Oneshot, 2,909 words
-Â No More Monsters by ruffboi
When Geralt leads his army into Tretogor, they expect most of what they find.
What they don't expect is the near-silent, trembling figure they find tucked against the wall in Radovid's rooms after Eskel runs a sword through the bastard's throat.
Oneshot, 1,219 words
-Â Dandelion Wedding Crowns by sageclover61
Twenty years after conquering Kaedwen, Redania sought a treaty with the Warlord of the North, and offered with it an arranged marriage.
Geralt, the accidental warlord of the north, would very like human nobles to stop doing monstrous things, like marrying off their children. Needless to say, the marriage wonât last. Now if only he could figure out how to help Jaskier and his sisters, too.
Inspired by Inex's AW AU and Pallidus' As long as the sun and moon are above.
Oneshot, 16,303 words
-Â dead man running by peaktotheocean
Jaskier handed her the spare dagger and breathed easy when she took it without question. "Ciri, darling. We're going to get out of this dungeon together. You know how sometimes, humans call things monsters that aren't monsters at all? Rather just, things they don't understand?"
She looked at him with fierce determination in her eyes. "Yes, I do."
Oneshot, 7,512 words
-Â Little Lark in Our Hearts by Chaos_Breeds
Based on inexplicifics Warlord!Geralt AU. Jaskier thought he was over what his father had done, when he was sent away as tribute to the White Wolf. During a conversation about sending tribute to another king, Jaskier realizes he very, very much is not okay.
Good thing heâs got a whole pack to help him through it.
âââ
(In which they get a stark reminder of Jaskierâs circumstances before becoming part of the Witcherâs keep.)
Oneshot, 1,604 words
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-Â That Uncertain Season by gremble
The only downside to living in Kaer Morhen, under the White Wolf's explicit protection, is that Jaskier cannot find anyone willing to risk the warlord's ire by taking him to bed.
Oneshot, 9,611 words
-Â Long Live the King by stockholm_syndrom
Geralt placed the crown on his head before kneeling at his side, and the weight of it felt heavy on Jaskierâs brow.
Jaskierâs path to becoming king, takes place five years after the fall of Cintra.
10/10 Completed, 47,450 words
-Â nights without sleep and days that burn by ruffboi
There was no madness in the eyes looking out from behind lank white hair, close enough he could reach out and brush it behind the witcher's ear.
"Are you bound to defend and serve me?" Julian asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Yes," the wolf growled, low and rumbling and nearly inaudible.
-----
Prince Julian of Kerack, when he came of age and was officially named his father's heir, was gifted four bound and controlled witchers by the king of Kaedwen: the last four wolves of Kaer Morhen. Julian would prefer to accept the gift and set them free, but is forbidden from doing that on pain of their deaths. So instead, all he can do is apologize and treat them decently.
This simple, compassionate act sets off a series of events that will irrevocably change his life, his witchers' lives, and the lives of everyone living in the Northern Kingdoms
10/16 Incomplete, 60,917 words
-Â No Modesty Among Thieves by RebrandedBard
Geralt finds Jaskier tied up in their room after returning to the inn and all their things have been stolen. He has an unexpected family reunion when he goes to find the burglar.
Oneshot, 1,989 words
-Â Tight Spot by CatLovePower
âTold you...â Geralt said, his voice rough, as if talking hurt, âto stay⊠with Roach.â
âWhat? No, Geralt, this wasnât a hunt,â Jaskier babbled. âWeâre in Kaer Morhen. Did you hit your head? Actually scratch that, of course you hit your head, the whole tower crumbled on usâŠâ
Oneshot, 5,055 words
-Â Wasting in the Wings by RebrandedBard
After arriving in Kaer Morhen with the child surprise, Jaskier finds himself isolated from the wolves. He doesn't know how to act, who to be. He doesn't know what his purpose is in this strange place. Without even his lute, he has nothing. Geralt asked for his help bringing Ciri to the keep, but now that it's done, what further use is he? How long will it be now before he is turned away? As he waits and wonders, he is found wasting in the wings.
10/? Incomplete, 55,823 words
-Â Little Birds Before They Learned to Sing by kimikocha, Rose (RoS13)
In the aftermath of the White Wolf conquering the rest of Redania, Jaskier thinks he's prepared for any eventuality as he sets off toward Lettenhove.
He's wrong.
Oneshot, 10,776 words
-Â Into the Light Out of Darkness by inexplicifics
The Warlord of the North and his council have finally decided to conquer the rest of Redania - but one of Milena's old friends throws their best-laid plans into disarray.
It turns out Vizimir of Redania has been keeping more secrets than anyone ever dreamed.
5/5 Complete, 20,042 words
-Â Hold On by CaptainRex_ika
It has been months since that day on the mountain, a day that left Jaskier alone.
Now, he finds himself a captive of Nilfgaard, who just want Geralt and that child surprise of his, and they believe Jaskier is the way to get the White Wolf's attention.
After all, he is known as the Witcher's Bard.
Jaskier believes that this time Geralt won't come for him...not after that day.
28/28 Complete, 116,258 words
-Â one wrong word and it all may come crashing down (for the fates are devious by heart) by Volts
There was Geralt, his face pulled into a familiar snarl. There was Yennefer, standing guilty and hurt, like something had been ripped from her - more so than she had in Oxenfurt even - with a sword to her throat.
Jaskier paused. Behind him Ciri had already mounted the giant black horse. The dwarves were already piling into their cart.
Geralt had said he was going to slay a monster.
(âLeave the sexy but insane witch to her inevitable demise!â
âShe saved your life, Jaskier, I canât let her die.â)
âNo. Hang on a moment!â
Didnât Geralt say that Voleth Meir fed on desperation and pain?
And Yennefer was fucking desperate.
*
When Geralt held a sword to Yenneferâs throat, Jaskier stepped in.
Oneshot, 3,011 words
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-Â Meet Death Sitting by bomberqueen17
âNo,â Jaskier sighed. âThis is the thing, Geralt. Iâm middle-aged and tired and I just think Iâd rather meet death sitting down and facing it rather than from behind while Iâm running. You know?â He contemplated that a moment, and finally added, âEspecially if itâs you.â
Set after the end of season 1.
8/8 Completed, 46,086 words
-Â there's no plan, there's no kingdom to come by vachement
Jaskier was pretty sure he was dying. That, or Yennefer and Geralt were planning to murder him and sell his dismembered corpse on the black market, and they were buttering him up so that he wouldnât fight back.
Okay, so maybe the second option was on the wrong side of absurdity, but Jaskier firmly believed that something was up.
There was no other reason, after all, for the two to be so nice to him.
Oneshot, 3,690 words
-Â the falcon cannot hear by FandomTrash24601
He may not like Yennefer, but he doesnât want to be more of a burden than heâs been already. If he can convince them that heâs good, that heâs great, that heâs ready to take on the world once more, then he can be out of their hair. Heâs just an imposition on the perfect little family theyâve got going on, and no matter how he feels heâs not going to homewreck them. Not when thereâs a young princess involved.
Title from the poem The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats
Oneshot, 14,317 words
-Â Misadventure by kathkin
âI adore you,â says Jaskier.
âYeah, I know,â says Geralt. âThatâs your problem."
Oneshot, 638 words
-Â hope it's nice where you are by K9_DFTBA
âItâs been such a long time, Julian. When will you be over him?â
Jaskierâs laugh, muffled and humorless, followed the question.
âIâll let you know when I figure it out.â
âI donât enjoy seeing you hurting.â
âIâm fine. Most of the time.â
âMost of the time,â Â Valdo echoed, and then, âoh, fuck.â
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After Jaskier goes viral for being a pining mess during a livestream, Geraltâs family tries to figure out exactly why the couple broke up, given that Jaskier is clearly still in love with Geralt. Meanwhile, Geralt is in denial, Jaskier is absolutely fine, thanks, and the internet is having a bit of a breakdown.
8/8 Completed, 25,931 words
-Â snowdrop by sage (lemontongues)
Jaskier prepares to leave Kaer Morhen after the battle with Voleth Meir.
Oneshot, 4,608 words
-Â Stone Heart by ladyflowdi
The song comes to him in its entirety, as Rience snips the sinews in his legs like sewing thread.
Oneshot, 8,539 words
-Â A Decade In The Sun by Literate_Wolverine
âYouâd like us to be intimate then?â Geralt inquired earnestly. Jaskier nearly choked on his spit.
âWeâre married, arenât we?â
âPlenty of married couples would rather clean gutters than see each other bare. And you have that tavern girl of yours, from the village-- hush, thatâs not an admonishment. I just assumed youâd been⊠put up for auction, when a groom was requested in the place of a bride. That you had no earnest, physical interest in men. Or if you did, that I was out of your age bracket. Which is acceptable. I have less than no interest in traumatizing you, or anyone, with my attentions.â
It was beginning to sink in for Jaskier that maybe, just maybe, he had in fact been joined in holy matrimony with a perfectly lovely man.
Oneshot, 14,334 words
-Â boogie nights by spqr
âThis isnât nothing.â His eyebrows draw together. âJaskier. What happened?â
Jaskier fists his hands in his own hair and contemplates pulling it out. âI got shot.â
âShot,â Geralt echoes, in a tone Jaskierâs never heard before.
âOnly a bit,â Jaskier hedges. âI took some vicodin, itâs perfectly fine. I can hardly feel it.â
Oneshot, 8,815 words
-Â when one there are none by foxwedding
Jaskier's living high in the lap of luxury when Geralt barrels back into his life. The bard's been playing court songbird to one of Redania's higher marquises, delighting sheltered nobles with ballads of the countryside and general plight of the common folk.
Then Geralt and Yennefer arrive and Jaskier becomes aware that something might be deeply wrong.
Pre-Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer
Oneshot, 10,386 words
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-Â Do it Again by thisgirlsays22 for KioneM
By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliffâs edge after Borch.
He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt.
âFuck.â
Oneshot, 6,771 words
-Â The High Road by sospes
Jaskier accepts an invitation to perform at the sixteenth birthday celebrations of an old friend's son, and, after everything, Geralt's not about to let him out of his sight. It all just sort of escalates from there.
6/6 Completed, 37,639 words
-Â Long and Winding by sospes
On their way to meet Yennefer after wintering at Kaer Morhen, Jaskier gets separated from Geralt and Ciri. It all just sort of escalates from there.
8/8 Completed, 48,992 words
-Â To Sleep Perchance To by sospes
Jaskier gets kidnapped and tortured. Geralt comes to rescue him.
Except it's not quite that simple.
Oneshot, 16,955 words
-Â Bad Moon Rising by sharkhette
Jaskier had never expected it would be Geralt trying to kill him. Sure, the witcher liked to threaten as much, but they both knew he'd never make good on it. They were friends, whatever Geralt said.
But friends didn't try to rip each other's throats out with their teeth.
_______
Or, Geralt returns from a hunt acting strange.
2/2 Completed, 9,022 words
-Â 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.
Oneshot, 11,608 words
-Â no; weaknesses by blogotron9000
Yennefer lets her spoon drop into her bowl, and Geralt senses, too late, the trap he's stepped into. "You think him weak, then?"
"That isn't what I said, Yen."
"But it's what you meant." Her eyes dare him to disagree, and he can't. "He was tortured for you."
Oneshot, 1,664 words
-Â warm you like the sunshine by some_stars
"Why do you go with people who hurt you?"
He looked at Jaskier, and kept looking at him after he looked away and the smile dropped off his face. After a long silence, Jaskier said, in a much more tired voice, "I don't exactly have a lot of options, Geralt."
On the face of it it wasn't true--Jaskier could find a willing young woman or man in any half-crowded tavern without lifting a finger--but that wasn't what he meant, of course. He meant when he needed...that particular sort of person. That particular experience.
Without the slightest forethought or intention, Geralt frowned and said, "You have me."
Oneshot, 8,660 words
-Â Unspoken by sospes
Geralt is summoned to the court of Count Enri and called on to fight a monster - and Jaskier, of course, is right in the middle of things.
Except monsters can be human, too.
Oneshot, 13,712 words
-Â The Public Perception of the Barding Profession by sospes
âIâm a bard, Geralt,â Jaskier says, like that explains everything. âTo a lot of people, thereâs a very fine line between a musician and a whore. A line thatâs so fine that, in fact, it doesnât really exist."
Geralt learns that Jaskier's life can be just as painful as his, sometimes.
Oneshot, 9,552 words
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-Â mary, mary, quite contrary, how do your murders go? by orphan_account
When his dad asks how are you, son, Stiles grits his teeth and smiles and says okay, Dad, Iâm
â still not sure if this is real â
okay.
--
In which Stiles deals with the aftermath. Spoilers up to and including promo/sneak peek for 3x20, Echo House.
Oneshot, 2,135 words
-Â Words Alone by SnowshadowAO3
Derek gets the first text message two months after he leaves Beacon Hills. He stares at it for a long time without actually opening it up, trying to figure out why Stiles would be texting him at all. Things start fitting together in Derekâs mind: his dreams, the door he sees Stiles enter, the loss of memory. Stilesâ body, his mind, are no longer just his. Something is sharing it, controlling him. Derek doesnât know what it is yet, but heâs damn well going to find out.
In which the Nogitsune ordeal brings Derek running back to Beacon Hills and, in the end, to Stiles.
Oneshot, 18,916 words
-Â The Darkness Inside by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.
He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.
He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teenâs face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.
Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didnât know who this kid was, but he didnât like him.
âWho is that?â he asked quietly.
âThat,â said the sheriff, âis my son.â
Oneshot, 51,974 words
-Â between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam
A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but itâs pointless. Thereâs nothing but a black void.
It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.
10/10 Completed, 105,192 words
-Â more power than anything waiting in the dark by wangler
When Scott jogs back inside, his mom stands against wall, watching Stiles, eyeing the tangle of bandages and dusty old clothes.
"Get them off," Stiles is saying, dazed and soft. "Get it off."
Oneshot, 2,082 words
-Â The Pull of the Tide by miss_aphelion
Stiles appears alone at the doors of the emergency room the morning after the full moon, covered in blood with a deep slash torn across his left side. He's suffering from hypovolemic shock and barely conscious and he won't tell anyone what happenedânot his hospital appointed psychiatrist, not his father. Not even his pack.
The list of suspects is disconcertedly short. There were only seven others in the woods with Stiles that night: Derek, Scott, Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Jackson and Allison. And none of them remember the night in quite the same way.
20/20 Completed, 27,954 words
-Â Pack Wars by miss_aphelion
Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.
Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.
(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)
31/31 Completed, 158,621 words
-Â Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent
Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.
Heâd even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.
But the worst monster heâs ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.
Itâs why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. Theyâre really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.
Stiles doesnât know how to be normal, not after everything heâs done and everyone heâs hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.
His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.
19/19 Completed, 188,781 words
-Â Knot Again by prettylittlementirosa
Our friends they donât know how to knock
But dammit Derek I love your cock
So stick it in
Itâs not a sin
To knot me so hard I cannot walk
Or: Five times Derek and Stiles are interrupted while tied together by Derek's knot, and one time they're not.
(I promise this is not actually 5k of knotting limericks. Sorry if that disappoints you.)
Oneshot, 5,148 words
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-Â I've Got You by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
He fell asleep around two in the morning, and only woke up when he heard a sharp inhale that was undoubtedly going to lead to a shout of terror. His eyes snapped open and he shifted over until he was almost on top of Stiles, holding him tightly and burying his face in his neck, inhaling deeply.
He reeked of fear.
âStiles, youâre okay,â he promised, one hand in his hair and gripping tightly, the other against the bed so he wasnât putting his full weight down on him. âYouâre okay, Stiles, Iâve got you. Iâve got you.â
Oneshot, 5,285 words
-Â It Was a Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
âWhat happened? Where are you? Whatâs that sound?â
Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. Heâd stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.
Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.
âStiles,â Derek said, answering Scottâs question. Or, one of them, at least.
âStiles? What do youâStiles is making that noise?â
âYes.â
âWhy?â
âHow fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?â
2/2 Completed, 80,129 words
-Â Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
âI apologize.â The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. âItâs justâitâs been so long. And we finally have you.â
That was a bad word. Not found.
Have.
Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.
One of the others had come up behind him while he hadnât been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.
25/25 Completed, 434,625 words
-Â Well this is awkward... by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
âWhatâs wrong?â
âCan you please always check your text messages first thing in the morning?â a voice called from downstairs.
Stiles tensed, and realized why Derek had suddenly stopped the hanky panky.
Because clearly, they were not alone.
Oneshot, 1,376 words
-Â Wait, youâre serious? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
âIs there a particular reason youâre not at school right now?â
The kid blinked at him, both hands still wrapped around the cup heâd almost sent flying. He turned to look around himself, as if trying to identify who Derek was speaking to, before realizing that he was, in fact, speaking to him.
âAre you talking to me?â he asked, as if needing it confirmed.
âI sure am.â Derek crossed his arms, going for disappointed as opposed to authoritative. Some of the little shits got all rebellious when he started acting authoritative and he didnât want to have fists flying. It was always really awkward slapping handcuffs on minors for assault and calling their parents.
The kid gave him an unimpressed look, then rolled his eyes. âHaha, hilarious.â
Oneshot, 3,451 words
-Â Behind Locked Doors by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek often showed up in his roomâat least he used the fucking door now that he knew where the spare key was hiddenâand he couldnât escape people in general in the Jeep since they could see him through the window. His dad was home, and when he wasnât, there was always the risk of other people showing up.
His bathroom, on the other hand? No, his bathroom was a small room with no window in the middle of the house with a lockable door and no judgement. He could sit in the bathroom for hours, and no one would question it. Was he watching porn on his phone and jerking off? Was he taking a massive dump? Did he have constipation? Was he stitching up the millionth injury of the month in private? Who knew? No one but Stiles!
The locked door at his back felt like a safety net for him sometimes. In the bathroom, he didnât have to pretend. He didnât have to smile and wave peopleâs words off, insist he was fine, laugh and act like everything was okay. In the bathroom, he was allowed to sit on the floor, his expression tight, and his body falling apart on him.
Oneshot, 11,128 words
-Â No Time Like the Future by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
It wasnât until he was ten that the full explanation came to him, because every year when a group of kids turned ten, schools had a one-day course specifically about soulmates, what they meant, and why everyone had weird writing on their arms.
Derek remembered sitting in that all-day class, completely horrified, and absolutely devastated. The course leader made it sound like a good thing. Soulmates were the other half of your own being, they were the person you were supposed to love and cherish, who would understand every part of you, and all that other garbage nonsense. He was not here for this.
It wasnât that Derek had any understanding of loveânot romantic love, and certainly not at ten years oldâbut he read a lot of books and watched some shows and movies with his family, and love looked like something different in those environments. Love looked like a choice, like the meeting of people, and the getting to know them, and actively falling in love with a person because they were amazing and nice and just fit.
Soulmates didnât sound like that.
Oneshot, 40,590 words
-Â Five Times Derek Walked in on Stiles in the Shower and the One Time He was Invited by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
âStiles?â he said again, practically throwing it open and having Stiles almost hit the ceiling he jumped so high.
âDude, what is with you?!â Stiles demanded, voice a few octaves higher than normal since heâd obviously been startled out of his skin. He angled himself away like he always did when Derek barged in on him in the shower, but he didnât look mad, just like he was struggling to remind his heart how to beat at a normal rhythm. âCan a guy not shower in peace in his own house? Damn!â
âAre you okay?â
âBarring the heart attack I surely just experienced, sure, Iâm great. How are you? Why are you in my bathroom?â He turned to raise his eyebrows at Derek. âSeriously dude, why are you always in my bathroom?â
Oneshot, 25,453 words
-Â The Hope of Empty Men by Paintedsmile
While Stiles is trying to cope with everything he did under the control of the Nogitsune, Malia is quick to insinuate herself into his life and declares herself his âmateâ. That would have been great if heâd actually been, yâknow, interested, instead of trying to hold on to his sanity with both hands. His guilt combined with the fact that she has no idea about concepts such as âconsentâ, Stiles soon finds himself drowning. Will anyone reach him in time?
17/17 Completed, 119,390 words
-Â Don't Speak by fatale
The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something's wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can't understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it's gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he's lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?
Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.
13/13 Completed, 68,916 words
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-Â For Varying Degrees of Tired by alocalband
âPlease, Derek, please, Iââ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derekâs jacket. Heâs on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. âI love you, okay? And Iâm sorry I didnât say it before, Iâve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please donât do this.â
Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.
And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.
âIt isnât real?â Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.
Oneshot, 2,363 words
-Â The Wolves Who Cried Boy by adara, Swlfangirl
In which almost none of the wolves know the true meaning of the word emergency and Stiles just wants to relax.
Oneshot, 5,008 words
-Â Awake by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
He wished he could say he was surprised by the scowl, but considering he was positive Derekâs face was actually hard-set that way, he couldnât be surprised. Why he was scowling at him now, though, he had no idea. He didnât remember doing anything to piss him off lately.
Well, this weekâŠ
Today?
It was Derek, he probably got angry at Stiles when he breathed, so it was hard to really think on it too much.
Oneshot, 3,640 words
-Â Illegal by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
âScotty. I told you. Mountain Ash barrier is still up. If you need to talk to me, thatâs what cell phones are for.â He reached the window and wrenched it open, leaning out so he could stare down at the pile of limbs on his front lawn, where the werewolf had fallen after his failed attempt at entering Stilesâ house. âBesides, if dadâs on the night shift, the doorbell works, too. You donât need toââ
The words died in his throat when the face that looked up at him did not belong to Scott.
Derek Hale.
Derek Hale was standing in his front yard.
Oneshot, 3,143 words
-Â Model by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
âWhat the hell is going on in here?!â
Stilesâ screaming stopped abruptly and he twisted to look over his shoulder. Derek had frozen, one hand half down Stilesâ sweats, the other pinning his wrists to his pillow.
Both of them stared at the sheriff, who looked crossed between horrified and furious.
Oneshot, 1,612 words
-Â Sing by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Sputtering with his vision swimming and head throbbing where heâd hit it against the wall, Stiles struggled to shove the shower curtain out of his face and stared up at the person looking to startle him to death.
Derek. Figured. Who else would it be? Nobody else tried to kill Stiles when he was tending to his hygiene.
Oneshot, 1,071 words
-Â Vulnerable by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Scott answered him, but Stiles didnât hear him. He bowed his head, breathing hard, feeling a panic attack threatening. Why had Scott asked him if he was himself? Why would he be asking him something like that unless...
Unless...
âStiles!â
Derek was too close. He was way too close. He had both hands on Stilesâ cheeks, forcing him to look up at him. He looked worried, which was a weird expression to see on his face. Not that it didnât happen, just that it was rarely directed towards Stiles.
âStiles, breathe.â
Oneshot, 1,245 words
-Â SuperWolf by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
âWho are you? What are you doing? How are you doing? What is going on? Put me down!â
The man holding him let out a small chuckle, but didnât release him until they were back on the cliff.
Where the Kappas were.
And he did, in fact, try and put Stiles down.
Stiles clung to the man tightly, arms around his neck and legs twisted so he could keep himself raised off the ground.
âAh, not now, not now! Put me down where there arenât any Kappas!â
(SNYE - January 5th - Crossover)
Oneshot, 4,816 words
-Â I Broke a Rule by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
They hadnât ever spoken about rules, but they seemed pretty clear-cut and black and white.
No kissing, no talking about it, no feelings. Just fucking, and the occasional discussion before and after, and that was it.
Stiles knew the unspoken rules, and Derek knew the unspoken rules.
And yet somehow, theyâd both broken them at almost the same time.
(SNYE - January 12th - Friends With Benefits)
Oneshot, 2,250 words
-Â Follow the Code by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
âI had that,â Stiles informed him, still on his ass on the hard ground.
âI could see that,â Derek said. He was still wolfed out, eyes glowing red, staring down at Stiles like he didnât know what to make of him.
When Derek took a step forward, hand outstretched to help him up, Stiles raised his crossbow and fired. Derek leapt back a step, looking down at himself, then turned when he heard a thump, the second Omega in the area flat on its face with an arrow in its head.
Turning back to Stiles slowly, Derek frowned down at him. âYou saved me.â
âI saved myself,â Stiles insisted, getting to his feet on his own.
(SNYE - January 8th - Enemies to Friends to Lovers)
Oneshot, 26,010 words
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Rec List 1: Teen Wolf
-Â You're a Part of Me Now by whentheywrite
Stiles smelled like terror. Tasted like hope. The words âI love you tooâ lingered on Derekâs tongue. But then as lightning cracked across the sky and suddenly, Stilesâs lips were yanked away from his own, the words never came.
They never came.
âRemember I love you,â was whispered in his ear. Derekâs eyes flew open right as there was another crack of lightning. Amber eyes alit with terror. Derekâs heart leaped into his throat and he reached out.
âStilesââ
But he was gone.
Oneshot, 2,751 words
-Â Under the bright (but faded lights) by whentheywrite
âWhat if I wanted the bite?â
Derek stiffened on the couch, closing his book. He hadnât heard Stilesâs heartbeats or scent approaching the loft and that unnerved him more than he would ever admit out loud. Stiles stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, and he looked pissed.
Derek stood slowly. They hadnât talked about this yet. Heâd been too terrified to bring it up and Stiles had never once said a word.
âThe bite?â
Oneshot, 5,490 words
-Â The Idea of the Fall by whentheywrite
âWhere was Scott?â
This time, when Stiles winced, it was for a different reason. âI dunno. Out?â
âHow did this happen?â
âI got jumped leaving the station a couple of hours ago,â Stiles said quietly. âBut really, dude, itâs fine. I couldnât get an answer from his phone so I figured Iâd come here insteadââ
âNot the hospital?â
âDude, itâs a few bruises and cuts. Iâm not going to the hospital for that.â
Oneshot, 2,551 words
-Â Home by TheTypewriterGirl
January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his fatherâs death.
The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.
So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?
18/18 completed, 167,178 words
-Â here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain
âDerek,â Stiles groans. âYou have me. Youâve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?â
Oneshot, 22,322 words
-Â Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain
âAt least your puppies knock first,â Stiles snorts. âHere I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.âÂ
âThereâs a sign,â Derek responds stiffly.Â
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside thereâs a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:Â
DONâT FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
Oneshot, 35,197 words
-Â Don't Worry Baby by kalpurna
"You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."
Derek doesn't respond.
Oneshot, 20,276 words
-Â We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype
Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.
As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."
Oneshot, 25,935 words
-Â Six Letter Word for Romance by TroubleIWant
In which Stiles ships Derek/nice things almost as hard as I do
Or
Stiles definitely starts off thinking itâs fucking hilarious that Derek-sourwolf-Hale does crosswords and cares about scuffs on his furniture.
But at a certain point, and he canât pinpoint exactly when, âfully functional adult coupleâ somehow becomes a massive fetish of his. Derek in sweats and bare feet, nudging his glasses up his nose while he does the Sunday crossword? Unff. Derek filling out forms to get some renovations on his property approved? Oh God, yes. Derek putting away groceries and bitching that the corner store was out of the right type of Greek yogurt? Take me now, Stiles thinks, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth.
This canât be normal.
Oneshot, 6,322 words
-Â It's Happening by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute.
Derek, itâs fucking happening!
Derek, please!
He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere.
Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot.
âItâs you,â Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles. âThe phone call. Two years ago. It was you.â
(SNYE - January 2nd - Time Travel)
Oneshot, 61,370 words
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h2o: just add water fanart in 2022? yes :)
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âbecome a lyctorâ they said
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i'm thinking about charlotte brontë spending her last years editing and publishing her sisters' writings and about christopher tolkien dedicating his life to the protection and meticulous reconstruction his father's life's work and about johanna van gogh publishing the letters between vincent and theo that would propel vincent van gogh into fame because she knew how much her husband had loved his brother, and about how so often art isn't just a reflection of the artist's mind and skills but a testament to the fact that they were loved
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