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    “Are you one of the Butcher’s pack? I don’t smell him on you.”

    The question sent a frisson of unease through him. The truth was that if he did belong to the Kaer pack, he would be marked by his alpha. An alpha’s mark would ensure his safety and add legitimacy to everything he did. A pack and a family, all in one. Even the Butcher of Blaviken would keep the members of his pack safe or die protecting them.

    Once upon a time, Jaskier had had that. Once upon a time, he’d imagined the day when he would become an alpha himself and care for his own pack.

    Now he knew, all of those dreams were nothing more than a fairytale.
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    Or, the Mafia/Werewolf AU no one asked for.

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    In books and songs, there are always clues that warn the audience that a great tragedy is about to occur. A spot of blood against the clean floor. A broken window, perhaps, or a darkened home. Their hearts would race with anticipation only to gasps as the true horror unfolded.

    For Jaskier, the tragedy looked like this:

    Two bodies moving awkwardly off the tumbled bedspread.

    Dark hair tumbling over shoulders bared by a shirt that was far too large for a woman’s body.

    Familiar scars left behind by a life of war joined now by a deep bruise along one collarbone in the shape of a mouth.

    Yellow eyes meeting his with agony marring their depths—too much emotion to belong to the man responsible for the way Jaskier’s chest seemed collapse around the shards of his broken heart.

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    By his understandably shoddy memory, Jaskier had died over 1300 times since he first drew breath several hundred years ago.

     Somehow, none of those deaths ever seemed to hurt as much as the dreams of Geralt.
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    Or, the Old Guard AU no one asked for, but I wrote.

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    “What do I smell like to you?”

    Geralt looked up from where he was sharpening a blade to frown at the bard. “What?”

    “You’re always sniffing around me,” Jaskier explained with a smile that covered the sheepish blush on his cheeks, “And I've read that Witchers have a keen sense of smell so tell me, what do I smell like to you?”

    Home.
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    After the mountain, Geralt faces the reality of what his temper has destroyed and tries to pretend like he's fine with that. (He isn't.)

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    “You can’t….” Aiden gritted his jaw and looked away from him when honeyed eyes shifted towards the source of the sound. “You can’t keep doing this.”

    “Doing what?” Geralt sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and wincing at the sensation of dried blood flaking away. He must have missed it in the cursory scrub he’d attempted to clean off the evidence of the brief skirmish.

    “Acting like your death won’t be devastating.” A deep breath. “Acting like Jaskier would want you to do this.”
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    The Sequel to I'll Be Your Shelter

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    Jaskier was half way through a lackluster rendition of one of his least popular songs when his world went static.

    In his ears, a foreign heartbeat thundered, ragged and wounded. It felt as though his lungs had gone sideways with the sensation. Even the air itself tasted like it was charged with lightning, bright and bitter as ozone. Deep in his gut, he felt something urging himself forward, pulling him like some invisible string towards an unknown destination.

    Something brushed across his senses, rough as tree bark, and sinking into his skin to crawl like ants beneath. He froze, eyes darting around the room like he could spot whoever it was that had sent his senses scrambling against the hard earned shields he was always careful to maintain. In his hands, his fingers faltered, melody disappearing beneath the wave of wrong that felt like it was choking him.

    The answer was simple--and impossible.

    There was a Sentinel here.
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    A Sentinel/Guide AU

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    It becomes a habit to keep an eye on the front door every Wednesday. Jaskier told him after the second week that he tries to grab the flowers on his lunch break. It’s how he found the shop in the first place.

    “I tutor a kid near here,” he tells Eskel as he watches the florist trim the thorns off some David Austen roses. “He’s a menace, but his mom wants him to learn piano and is willing to pay for all the grey hairs I’m getting.”

    “You play piano?”

    “And a few other instruments. My favorite is the lute.”

    Eskel grins a little. “A lute? Do you moonlight as a bard too?”
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    Or, a florist AU with enough misunderstandings and pining to fill an entire season of a CW show.

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    “It’s not true.”  The man’s voice is rough as a knife over gravel and is short enough to make the bard falter at his tone.  It takes him a moment to realize he’s referring to the story he’d told as part of the festival.

    “You don’t believe in the lost lovers?” he asks, offended to the very core of his romantic heart.  He stands a little straighter to glare up at the larger man.  “I’ll have you know that my story comes from the works of Master Essi herself--she knew the lovers herself.  It's the foundation story of our whole town and this festival!  How can you say the story isn’t true?”

    A shadow crosses over the stranger’s face and eyes that flash gold flick away from the bard to stare at the trees and the lonely hill.  Despite himself, the bard feels his heart ache at the grief in his expression.

    “He didn’t come back.”

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    At first, he thinks the magic missed him. There was no pain or any vibration from his medallion to indicate something had struck him. It didn’t explain the wave of power or the sinking sensation in his gut.

    He turned at the sound of footsteps and watched the Jaskier step toward him, looking strange.

    Those eyes the color of sunlight skies met his a moment before he went grey all over and collapsed into ash.
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    The third installment of the Witcher Soldier which will only sort of follow the plot of Infinity War.

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    Jaskier twitched helplessly as the women filed out of the mill and left him where he was bound on the floor.  He arched his back slightly, trying to see to where the fire was slowly creeping from the bed to drip onto the floor.  It hit the edge of the floor and he closed his eyes, going limp with exhausted pain.

     

    His body ached as he lay on the ground, bleeding.  The floor was cold at his back and noise came through staticky and broken like a voice through a waterfall.  He could just vaguely hear footsteps thudding toward him accompanied by shouting.  Still, his vision refused to focus, and the only thing he could identify around him was the flickering red of the flames reflected in the cloud heavy with rain that would never be enough to stop the fire spreading through the mill.

     

    All he could hope was that the smoke killed him before he began to burn.

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    It is a truth universally known that Geralt fucking hated Viscount Julien de Lettenhove.

    Their rivalry was the stuff of legends, the sort that drew the eye and the idle gossip of members of court. It ensured that each time they came within five feet of the other, the entire room would go still, watchful. Eager. For what could be more delicious, more exciting than a fight between the Crown Prince and his new betrothed?

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    “You know how this ends.”

    The bard swallows and summons up the mask of confidence better suited to wooing crowds. “One can only hope it includes an end to stupid questions.”

    They jerk the chair he’s chained to backwards and tilt it until the only thing keeping it upright are their hands. Behind him, another drags the tub into place. He pants, struggling through the panic and the petty need to keep them from knowing that they’re getting to him. He knows it’s a losing battle.

    “Last chance, bard,” the hated voice whispers into his ear.

    He fills his lungs with the fetid smelling air of the prison and tries to find the resolve that had been enough to make him face Nilfgaard alone.

    A sigh. “Have it your way.”

    The water closes over his head.

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    “Geralt?” Eskel’s voice distracts him from his spiraling thoughts. “What’s wrong? Where’s the lark?”

    Geralt seizes on his brother in arms, near desperate for someone who might know what to do. “He’s sick. He’s, he’s coughing, feverish--”

    “How long?” The older Witcher looks like he does before battle, steady and fierce.

    “I, I’m not sure.” Abruptly, Jaskier’s early night has all manner of new meanings. Had he been feeling poorly that long? His brow furrows. “He sounded like he was having trouble breathing last night.”
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    Or, three Witchers freak out over a bard with a cold.

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    “I’m going to disappoint you,” he said softly, a note of sorrow in his tone. “But you knew that already.”

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    As Geralt begins to narrow his search for the criminals responsible for the robbery, his relationship with Jaskier continues to force him to choose between his search for the truth and his feelings for the thief.

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    “Geralt?” he finally whispered, a fragile hope in the familiar word.

    “I’m here,” Geralt said as he crossed the room to stand next to the table.  “I’ve got you.”

    Kicking aside the corpse of the mage, he fumbled with the restraints until he was able to release Jaskier’s arms and legs.  They twitched weakly against him and Geralt ran his hands over the rough shirt and pants Jaskier had been dressed in, searching for any other injuries.

    “Geralt?”

    “It’s me,” Geralt soothed. “They won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

    Jaskier’s hands found an anchor against the front of Geralt’s shirt and he shuddered violently.  “I thought...I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
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    My addition to Into the Jaskierverse and an excuse to revisit some Winter Soldier angst set before the first of my trilogy. Enjoy.

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    A collection of one-shots based on tumblr prompts and asks. Full of angst, whumps, and lots of emotions.

    Happy endings guaranteed! ;)

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    Jaskier opened his mouth to cry out, to scream, anything, but it was ripped away by the jagged shards of reality tearing through him.  It was the djinn all over again.  The agony of watching Geralt disappearing beneath the rubble of the house.  The first chill that always signaled Geralt returning to Kaer Morhen.  The pull of power and magic that he now recognized as the moment before a spell hit and he was left with no option but to wait for the pain to hit--helpless in the whims of an unnatural force.  

     

    Only this time there was nothing to stop the raw power that seemed determined to unravel him down to his very soul.  

     

    He

            was 

                       remade.

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    "Do you know me?" Geralt asked quietly, trying not to flinch when Jaskier's eyes met his.

    "You're the Witcher. I heard the songs about you."

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    Geralt searches for any sign of Jaskier in Stregobor's Soldier as he hunts down the man he loved. But he isn't the only person hunting for the lost bard...

    **New Name, Same Story**

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    Jaskier’s hands tighten around Geralt before slowly losing their grip, spasming where they fall limp. “Ger--geralt--”

    Don’t you dare,” he snarls back, “Don’t you dare try to give me your fucking goodbyes. You are not dying.”

    “S--silly man.” Jaskier’s smile is full of painful fondness. “Would you fight death for me?”

    Geralt swings him up into his arms and nearly weeps at the sound of familiar hooves running in his direction. “Every. Fucking. Time.”

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    He watched them grab Geralt by the long hair Jaskier had spent so many nights running his fingers through and raise the warrior’s head up to expose his throat. Golden eyes flickered listlessly, dulled by pain. Geralt’s arms twitched in a weak attempt to fight back as one of the soldier’s arms raised high above his head.

    There was a flicker of moonlight on cold steel and then it was falling.

    And all Jaskier could do was watch.

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