The Witcher Quick Fic #07
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is this darkness or smoke (the eyes are cheated, it's a myth) by AceMoppet
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV)
06 Mar 2021
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'But there is nothing here. Only smoke, the man, and those cruel, green eyes.'
Before Sodden, Vilgefortz keeps having strange dreams. They may prove to be his undoing... or perhaps his emancipation?
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run boy run (the secret inside of you) by brothebro
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
28 Feb 2021
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Dara wishes he weren’t alone, stranded in a foreign forest, so close to Cintra – the kingdom of the great cleansing. He wishes he had a good reason for being here at this moment of time, amidst war and pain. If he were a spy or an informant for the elves, anything really that would give him purpose.
But no, he’s not a spy, nor someone useful for his brethren; he’s just a kid that got separated from his merchant parents. A kid unfortunate enough to be travelling through hostile territory – he’s heard what they do to elves here, how they cut off their ears to keep them as trophies, how they burn them alive and watch as the flames claim them.
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I promise you there’s more by sparrow30
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
06 Mar 2021
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“I can’t stand the waiting,” Jaskier finally admitted. “The hours before Geralt leaves for a hunt. It feels like the calm before the storm, but then then the storm is just more waiting. Waiting to find out what state Geralt will be in when he comes back, waiting to see if he’ll even come back at all.”
“You care about my brother.” It wasn’t a question, more a statement of fact, but Jaskier felt compelled to reply anyway.
“Of course I do,” he said. “I care about him so much, but what can I do, really? I’m not a fighter or a healer, for all that I’ve tried to learn what I can over the years.” He gave a heavy, dejected sigh. “I just...play silly songs, and wait for him to return.”
Jaskier's first introduction to Lambert doesn't go quite as well as he'd hoped. He's nothing if not persistent, though, and it turns out that the two of them have more in common than they realize.
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There is no sign announcing the event that popped up in the grassy knolls outside of Novigrad seemingly overnight; but, painted on the side of the black ticket booth in curling white letters and illuminated with tiny light bulbs is The Night Circus.
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No one knows where it came from. No one knows what it is. All they know is that the Night Circus has come to town.
And you've been invited.