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Love with Every Stranger (the stranger the better) by buttercupsanddandelions
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
23 Oct 2020
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Jaskier is blushing now, that smile setting something alight in him, an almost familiar feeling. He does this all the time, he knows, but he can never help himself.
So what if he falls a little bit in love with strangers?
Or,
The five times Jaskier fell in love with a stranger and the one time they loved him too.
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- Part 3 of Witcher One-Shots
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Starting from Zero by Dira Sudis (dsudis)
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
04 Oct 2020
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Jaskier called him my friend, which Geralt thought he had probably said before, but it didn't sound like a hollow turn of phrase today. It sounded like Jaskier might actually mean that literally.
That couldn't be right, but Geralt wasn't about to ask Jaskier whether he meant any of that.
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Like the Sea by MaskoftheRay
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
02 Sep 2020
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After one of the (many) times when Geralt announces that he’s leaving the group, the witcher finally does. Now it’s up to Regis to persuade him to come back.
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- Part 3 of Books, books, books!
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misdemeanors and other forms of affection by PenAndInkPrincess
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
14 Oct 2022
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“These are mine.”
Jaskier looks up at the sound of Geralt’s voice, blinking in surprise. The witcher’s tone is even, and his face unexpressive, but Jaskier still tries to read into the words. Geralt is holding a palmful of wrapped sweets in his hand, and a quick glance reveals them to be lemon candies, which Jaskier loves.
And which Geralt hates.
He frowns, confused.
“You don’t even like those,” he feels compelled to announce. His own lingering guilt and fear of being a burden after stealing Geralt’s dagger aside, it makes no sense why Geralt would suddenly decide to forbid candies he doesn’t even like when he’s never denied Jaskier things before. They’ve been to three other towns since then, and he hasn’t brought it up. Jaskier’s avoided any Mischief to avoid creating any problems since then, so it’s not as if he’s given him a pressing reason to suddenly feel the need to scold him.
“They’re mine,” Geralt continues, splitting them between both hands and tucking them into his pockets on either side. “So don’t steal them.”
(Jaskier is part fae and thus has a biological imperative for Mischief) (Geralt proves unexpectedly supportive about this)
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Every year, Jaskier finds himself singing at Cintra’s court, watching Geralt’s abandoned Child Surprise grow up.
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Walking the Path can be lonely. It's even worse when you hate everything about it. But destiny appears to have other plans for our favourite cantankerous Wolf, whether he likes it or not.
Perils and Poetry Verse. Before Sonnet X.
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Post-Hibernation Cinnamon Rolls are the Best, Wouldn’t You Agree? by blynk_kitt
Fandoms: Mumintroll | Moomins Series - Tove Jansson, Moominvalley (Cartoon 2019), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher (TV)
19 Mar 2020
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When Snufkin sees the man on horseback with two swords, he is quick to raise the alarm all throughout Moominvalley.
When Moominmamma sees the man on horseback with two swords, she asks if he would like to come to brunch.
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“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.