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    Written for Whumptober Day 25: Hide and Seek
    Prompt: flight

    "There's easier ways to run away, y'know, kid."

    "I don't know what you’re talking about."

    "Really?" The boy raised an eyebrow, giving Damian a meaningful appraisal. "Rucksack, clothes that don't fit, no parents or anyone around, lying your way places?"

    "Why do you care? Why 'help' me? And damn it anyway, stop following me!"

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    09 Nov 2025

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    Two weeks into traveling with Geralt, Jaskier wakes with a horrifically familiar ache in his lower abdomen and resists the urge to beat his head into the ground at the slickness he can feel between his thighs, a slickness he has a terrible suspicion isn’t from some fun dream he can’t remember. He lifts his head to take a quick look around camp and finds Geralt absent, which fills him with a quick swell of annoyed anxiety at the thought that he’s been ditched again until he realizes Roach is still standing in place grazing happily on a patch of clover. Coast clear, a quick reach between his legs confirms his suspicions when his fingertips come back red.

    “Fuckity fucking fuck,” Jaskier hisses under his breath, slamming his head back into the ground. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Just what he fucking needs when he’s trying to convince Geralt to stop trying to get rid of him. He winces at a sharp stab in his pelvis and lifts the cover of his bedroll to glare at his own body. “Fuck you.”

    (Jaskier bleeds every month) (Geralt proves surprisingly helpful with this)

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    07 Nov 2025

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    The monsters win, and the man who is supposed to help mother slay them turns out to be the biggest monster of all.

    Ten years later, a Witcher lurks in the dark corner of a shitty tavern, a stolen broach dangling from the hilt of his sword like a trophy.

    Ten years later, Julian still remembers everything he’s been taught. By mother, by the men in his family, and especially by monsters.

    “You must have some review for me,” he says, a gleaming smile one that’s been sharpened to perfection with years of tutelage. “Three words or less.”

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    Jaskier is Renfri's son, and ten years is plenty of time to prepare a suitable punishment for the Butcher of Blaviken.

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    06 Nov 2025

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    I brought a dead princess back to life through the power of song is the kind of thing that would have got an eyebrow raise even from the stone-faced Geralt of Rivia, so it's a good thing he and Geralt will probably never see each other again.

    (or: the one where Jaskier channels magic through his songs, and it almost never goes as expected.)

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    06 Nov 2025

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    Jaskier wakes up in Posada. He’s been a lot of other places, but Posada is the one where he wakes up.

    The one where someone needs him enough to make him exist, rather.

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    04 Nov 2025