The Story of My Life
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Sir Geralt looks… concerned, but he’s not trying to pull him back onto his aching cock. He lets him pace the room, anxiously trying to decide what to do about the fact that his husband-to-be had seen his wings—wings that should have disappeared on their wedding day, when they shared their first kiss as husband and husband.
Sir Geralt’s kiss was supposed to take away that curse of his fae blood. He was never supposed to know—
He’s so preoccupied, anxiously flitting about the room, that he doesn’t realize that he’s gained enough speed for his wings to start playing music. It’s a soft, somber tune—reflecting the chaos stirring in his heart. “You don’t have to hide them, you know. They’re quite beautiful.”
Jaskier nearly chokes on the air, “W-What?”
“Your wings.” Geralt says, “They’re beautiful.”
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- Part 4 of Witcher Trick or Treat 2021
- Part 1 of The Story of My Life
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When it comes right down to it, all fairytales are really the same: a damsel in distress is rescued by a valiant knight on a noble steed and whisked away to her happily ever after.
Except... Jaskier isn't exactly a 'damsel in distress,' and nobody has ever called Geralt 'valiant.' And his noble steed is an ass, both figuratively and literally.
...Geralt thinks they might've broken the plot of their own story.
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The Shrek!AU that nobody asked for, but I wrote anyway <3
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- Part 2 of The Story of My Life
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“…What the fuck is it?” Geralt stares at the furry bundle in Lambert’s arms, his face carefully blank. While he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s almost certain that he knows what it is that Lambert’s holding… though why there are so many of them, or why they’re covered in so much fur, remains a mystery.
“It’s a baby, Geralt.” Lambert says, with a small huff. “It’s my baby.” He clarifies, in case Geralt had somehow gotten it into his head that he’d just kidnapped one, two, three… Melitele’s tits, there are seven of them—that he’d just kidnapped seven babies.
“I figured as much, dumbass.” Geralt huffs, leaning his weight against the stone doorjamb. “I’m just having a bit of a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that it’s a fucking donkey.” A pause, “A donkey with wings.” Was this what donkey-dragon hybrids looked like? Because… well, it’s certainly a look.
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- Part 3 of The Story of My Life