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Geralt hadn't believed in the horseshit about soulmates until he punched a bard in the gut.
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26 Dec 2025
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with naught but a punch
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Jaskier sits under a tree by himself, separate from the group but not entirely out of sight. Geralt's chest suddenly feels tight, like some great weight is settled on him and making it hard to breathe. There's an ache where his heart is and he recognizes, belatedly, that it's guilt—guilt for what he'd shouted earlier, for pushing the bard away with his anger and harsh words.
He stands, uncertain, fighting with himself for a moment, then he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, letting it out slowly, and makes his way over to Jaskier.
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Geralt apologizes
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26 Dec 2025
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a quiet too loud
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(you make me) the happiest fool alive by troubadore (oldusername)
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV)
30 Jan 2020
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Selkimore guts continue to drip down Geralt's shoulders from his hair, and Jaskier wonders just exactly when he’d gotten accustomed to their awful rotten meat smell during his travels with Geralt.
He thinks it says something about him, about his devotion and loyalty—or just his absolutely hopeless feelings for a witcher, but Jaskier likes to pretend he’d do it even if he weren’t deeply, madly, insanely in love with gold eyes and white hair.
He wouldn’t, probably, but he likes to pretend he would.
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26 Dec 2025
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(you make me) the happiest fool alive
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When he was a child, there was a time—about a year, maybe a little less—where Jaskier lived near a river that led deep into the forest.
He'd been warned from it, of course. His nanny at the time had spoken of evil things that lured unfortunate souls into their grasps, that used song and voice to snare little boys like him and eat them. Don't follow the water, Julian, she'd said, or you'll be eaten, too.
Jaskier hadn't believed her.
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25 Dec 2025
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sing to me a sweet lullaby
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of pain and power and family by WriteThroughTheNight
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
26 Apr 2020
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Yen crept to the door in time for her youngest brother’s first cry. And cry he did, loud and unceasing, demanding to be heard. Her mother was sweaty and bloody and pained, and for a moment Yen felt a kinship with her. She was always in pain. Her mother held her youngest brother, and above all looked relieved. Yen didn’t understand it then, and she wouldn’t for another sixty years.
She leaned closer to the door. “Julian,” her mother said, to the little body in her arms. “Your name is Julian.”
Julian. Another person to hate her.
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All Yen ever wanted was to be a good big sister.
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25 Dec 2025
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of pain and power and family
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