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If You Go On Like This by BrighteyedJill
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
11 Apr 2021
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Long ago, Yennefer made clear that she had no intention of choosing between Geralt and Istredd. Geralt and Istredd dealt with that situation by simply never being in the same place at the same time. Now, however, a contract to find a missing mage has created something of a problem for both of them.
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A few minutes later they break into a round clearing, barely twenty feet across, filled with soft grasses and dancing buttercups that almost glow in the light of the moon. Jaskier pulls her to the center of it, sitting down cross legged and pulling her down beside him.
“Lay back,” Jaskier whispers. She does what he says and gasps softly.
Spread out above them is a tapestry of night, starlight illuminating the tops of the trees as the expanse of space sprawls across the sky.
Jaskier has always been her best friend, ever since she was a little girl. Ciri has never had a reason to question his odd presence, but Yennefer does.
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Yennefer of Vengerberg, known to many as Robin Hood, leads her company of outlaws, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. They live life merrily, hardly a care in the world—but a young man from her past may be in danger, and Yennefer is ready to risk everything to make sure he's safe.
The one she loved. The one she abandoned.
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Written for the Witcher Quick Fic Challenge.Series
- Part 6 of quick fic
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Eskel wakes in the middle of the night and finds Jaskier missing from bed. He goes looking for him, and finds an old, tired bard in need of some comfort.
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Ain't no rest for the wicked (glamours don't grow on trees) by brothebro
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
17 Apr 2021
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A deep sigh escapes his blue cold lips. It was a horrible idea, leaving Cidaris all by himself to traipse across the Continent like his once friend; like Jaskier. And now what? He’s stuck in that goddamn forest, growing ever hungrier by the minute, waiting for a witcher to stumble upon him and end him before he can utter a word, before he can explain that he means no harm-- never meant any harm in his long dead life.