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“Hey,” he called, “cut me down from here already!”
The steps started up again, unhurried and careful, and then someone was chuckling.
“They sent a Witcher?” A light voice asked, almost musical in tone. “They must really be worried.”
“Yeah, you went after an Omega!” Lambert snapped at the bandit.
“Hey, I only went through her bag,” the voice corrected, coming closer. “…Now what should I do with you?”Or: Lambert gets a little careless on a job, and ends up held captive by the bandit (Jaskier) he was hired to catch.
Only things don't really make sense about this bandit.Bookmarked by Dropbear808
18 May 2026
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Jaskier gets jumped by a bunch of bandits, who happen to be so dumb as to stab him with an ancient artifact. When he wakes up, the bandits are slaughtered, and Jaskier has a new hunger. He decides he can't and won't live like this, and searches out a witcher to kill him when he's unsuccessful himself. Of course......he finds Geralt, or does Geralt find him?
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When Jaskier wakes up, the light is uncommonly bright to his eyes, and he has to squint against it. He’s not sure he remembers going to sleep the previous night, and briefly accuses himself of gulping down the bottle of Toussainti wine he’d filched from the inn, leaving a few crowns in its place.He rubs his hands over his face, and realises that as he does so, the strange metallic scent that hangs in the air gets stronger. When he pulls his hands away to look at his palms, he stiffens. There are red stains on the skin, some of it dried and flaking in the creases.
It’s very definitely not wine.
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25 Oct 2024
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A gift to the Warlord, that’s what Jaskier is. What he is too, is a chained-up Siren without a voice. They took him from his sea, bound him in silver, took away his voice and put him in a tank to become entertainment to the royals of Redania. He’s been reduced to an quiet, defenceless creature, to be gawked and laughed at. And now he might die at the hands of a Witcher. Is it bad that he longs for it? For finally being at peace?
When the Warlord of the North overthrows several kingdoms, all of Redania is desperate to please him. They send him the biggest gift of all. A Siren without a voice.
Inspired by The Accidental Warlord and his Pack. (What a fic)
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18 Oct 2024
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That Old Familiar Song by Andromeda_Awaiting
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
10 Jan 2025
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Jaskier wanted nothing more than to drown his sorrows in ale as he contemplated just how to give Geralt his one blessing.
Needless to say, Destiny had other plans.
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Gryph's poison by TheMisses
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
20 Oct 2023
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A simple job of putting down a gryph quickly goes sideways in the most spectacular way possible. Jaskier as always has tagged along and finds himself close to becoming monster chow while. While he and Geralt make it out alive the battle has some unforeseen consequences.
His head is pulled to the side as Geralt sinks his teeth in again, and again, and again. Until shaky moans are torn out of his throat, warm blood is smeared against his skin as his doublet is pushed further up. It leaves a trail that a small gust of wind cools down, goosebumps rising on his skin in response.
“I can smell you, can always smell you.” Smell him? He is starting to think Geralt might have hit his head or something. Because the Witcher was making absolutely no sense. Especially with how- fuck okay- with how he was now rutting against him apparently. And if that wasn’t something. Geralt nuzzled his neck, leaving hickeys and love bites while his hips ground into Jaskier’s.
“Always smell, but never mine, never for me.” His speech is a little slurred, and it could just be from blood loss be Jaskier is starting to think it might be something else. Specifically whatever poison the gryph had in its tail.
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25 Apr 2024