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    Geralt had known Jaskier studied at Oxenfurt University, but he had thought of it as a sort of formal music education. It was becoming abundantly clear that while he had indeed studied music and composition, he also knew a lot more than Geralt had ever learned. And it was impressive. And humbling, too.

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    Jaskier doesn’t 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. He’d 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 he’d been singing was just a day from the mountains. Anymore travel, and he’d find himself skirting the Trail up to Kaer Morhen, the Warlord’s Keep, and, well. He’s 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.)

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    His thoughts are answered though as he hears yelling outside the doors, and he turns his gaze just in time to hear a loud “fuck off!” followed by the door nearly being smashed to smithereens as Tormund Giantsbane crashes through with all the grace of a damn elephant.

    “Well I’ll be damned,” he bellows as he strides across the room with a ridiculously large grin on his face. “My little crow has finally arrived.”

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    “I always thought you were pretty.”

    “I thought you were mocking me,” Jon says, trying to regain his footing, “And that you thought I was an idiot.”

    “I was mocking you. And I do think you’re an idiot.” Tormund sets down his cup and takes a step closer. “Now, can I take you to bed?”
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    Title taken from "Would That I" by Hozier:
    "With the roar of the fire my heart rose to its feet
    Like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat
    Settle soft and as pure as snow
    I fell in love with the fire long ago"

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    17 Jun 2026

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    And – there. He’d not even been conscious of it, and he’d hardly call it lap-ruining, Max’s over-correction to the subtle movement a total overreaction, but. He switches to his onboard and it’s as if the steering wheel jumps in his steady grip, fights him like there’s a magnet on Max’s car as he passes before he realigns.

    Weird.

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    George Russell and Max Verstappen would love to stay out of each other's way. Their cars have another idea.

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