#amnesty fic

[asexual-juliet]

duck newton is seventeen in oversized flannel and scuffed-up doc martens and a name that doesn’t quite fit right.

[thirtysixsavefiles]

WIP Amnesty 3: Fake Exes (The Untamed, wangxian)

Summary: When Wei Wuxian’s mouth gets him in trouble, he comes up with the perfect plan to recover. He just needs to get Lan Wanji on board.

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What’s better than Fake Dating? FAKE EXES. Lbr fake dating is already top tier but with wangxian, the added layer of pretending that something they’d both wanted is now over was just *chef’skiss*

[hidey-writes]

6k | Shen Wei-centric | Dixing Powers, YOHE War, Coming of Age

On the edge of the battlefield, Da Qing is trapped against a fall of boulders by a rebel fighter with a spear. Da Qing is giving ground with every blow. There’s blood streaked across his cheek. He’s flagging. They’re more than a li away. Shen Wei won’t get there in time. Or, something had to happen for Shen Wei to start thinking of himself as a weapon.

my fill for @guardianbingo bonus round 1: pride.

there's something that really compels me about trying to fit together the pieces of pre-canon shen wei to understand why he's the way he is when we meet him in canon. for this fic, i was particularly curious about what might have happened during the war to contribute to that sense of self-sacrifice he has. i also wanted to explore shen wei's reaction when he first started developing additional powers, and what he might have been afraid of before he understood what was happening. and, tbh, i wanted fu you to get a little more attention than she tends to in fic.

read To Become of Use | 成材 on ao3

[supervisormeero]

The constant pre-Season 2 thought that maybe I should just dump all of my unpublished fic into the Keero tag now because it might not be relevant once we start getting information about the plot

[noodyl-blasstal]

Hey, hey you! There's a delicious fic and you should try it. Sternclay, Barclay back story, tension in the best ways

They write real good and more people should comment and tell them that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59050777/chapters/150548575

[writer-or-whatever]

Training Montage

Wrote a little TAZ Amnesty piece featuring my beloved Aubrey & Duck friendship. Read under the cut or on AO3

Summary: Aubrey decides she wants to expand her skillset and asks Duck for help. Set between Season 1 and Season 2.

Rating: G | Word Count: 1.3k | Fluff & Humor

Duck opened his apartment door at 12:15—Aubrey was only 15 minutes late, which was a personal best for her—to find her holding two paper grocery bags. He didn’t manage to get a word out before she shouldered her way past him into his apartment, making a beeline for his kitchen.

“Nice to see you too, Aubrey. Why don’t you come in?” He muttered to himself as he shut the door.

“Yeah, yeah, niceties. Get in here so we can get down to business, Duck!” Aubrey called back to him. When he walked into the kitchen, she was in the process of up-ending her grocery bags onto the counter.

“What the hell could you possibly need that many frozen burritos for?”

“Training,” Aubrey said without even turning to look at him.

“Training for what?”

Aubrey turned to him with her giant stage-worthy smile and flourished her arms about. “You are looking at the future title-holder of the record for the fastest time to eat a single burrito.”

Duck just looked at her dumbly for a moment before speaking. “This is ridiculous.”

It was clear that the short minutes of Minerva’s visit last night that they’d spent coming up with a training plan for Aubrey were wasted. Which disappointed him a bit. Minerva had sounded so proud of him for ‘Taking initiative. This will aid you well on your journey, Duck Newton!’ Not that he particularly cared about that. At all. But it was a nice change of pace from her usual scolding.

“Well, it’s not like we get any recognition for the whole pine guard thing,” Aubrey said with a shrug. She quickly continued before Duck could remind her that they were supposed to keep that a secret for a reason, “Which is fine. But Mama also said I can’t do any gigs until I get my powers under control better. So, you know, gotta get a little recognition somewhere.”

“And so you chose to become the Joey Chestnut of burritos?”

“Well, his whole thing is eating a lot of things really fast, and I just want to eat one thing really fast. But yeah basically.”

“And you need me for this because…”

“Well, you’ve been training every day and I thought ‘hey, if there’s anyone who knows about discipline and determination, it’s Duck Newton,’” She said, still smiling winningly at him, though he could see little sparks from where she was fidgeting and snapping her fingers.

“And?” He asked, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“And you have a microwave,” Aubrey admitted sheepishly.

“Well, at least you’re honest,” He said with a laugh. “Go ahead and heat one of those up and we can see what you’re working with, I guess.”

“Yes!” She said, pumping a fist. She unwrapped the first of her many vegetarian burritos while he questioned his own sanity for agreeing.

He and Minerva made a plan for Aubrey’s training and improvement, which he could probably modify for this, and he already set aside his afternoon, so he may as well go along for the ride.

Once Aubrey had her burrito (and let it cool for a few minutes—she already had enough burns, she didn’t need to add the roof of her mouth to the list), she pulled a stopwatch from one of the pockets on her vest and handed it to Duck. “Just tell me when to start, coach.”

Duck nodded. Step one: establish a baseline for performance. “Alright. Ready? Set? Go!”

The next 2 minutes and 38 seconds was one of the strangest moments in his life—he spent the time looking between her and the stopwatch and tried to ignore the sound of Aubrey chewing. He’d never be able to watch ASMR with mouth sounds again.

“2 minutes, 38.2 seconds,” He said as she swallowed her last bite. “That’s not bad? I think. What’s the record anyway?”

“31 seconds,” Aubrey burped out.

“Okay, gross. I draw the line at talking while burping. It’s just bad manners, Aubrey,” He said sternly.

“Aye, aye, captain,” she said with a salute as she stood up to make another burrito.

It was time to move on to Minerva’s Step 2: make small changes towards a goal and measure Aubrey’s progress.

“Try taking bigger bites this time,” Duck suggested when Aubrey returned with burrito number two.

“Alright. Just tell me when,” Aubrey said as she wiggled her fingers and leaned over her plate.

“Ready? Go.”

It was just as gross the second time. But Duck was starting to get invested in Aubrey’s ridiculous goal, despite himself.

“2 minutes, 29.4 seconds,” He said when she was done. “Maybe try smaller, faster bites?”

Aubrey gave a thumbs up as she headed back to the kitchen.

The third attempt clocked in at 2 minutes, 45 seconds, so clearly big bites were the way to go.

Aubrey continued to work her way through her burrito supplies and experimented with the technique. She tried varying sized bites. She tried chugging water just before she started—”For maximum lubrication, Duck.” “Gross.”—and in-between huge bites as well. After 7 burritos, her time was hovering around 1 minute and 40 seconds and she was starting to look pretty green.

“Duck?” Aubrey said as she slumped over and rested her head against the table.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Duck reached down for the little trash can from his bathroom, complete with a fresh bag, which he’d gotten while she was heating up burrito number four. “Here.”

“Thanks,” She said, sitting up and clutching the small bin to her chest.

“Let’s get you to the couch to lay down,” he said gently as he took hold of her arms and helped her up and guided her to the living room. Once she was settled on her side on the couch—laying with her legs stretched over Duck’s lap so he had a place to sit in the small living room other than the floor—he switched on the TV and let Golden Girls reruns fill the silence.

After 2 and a half episodes, they were startled from their stupor by the sound of Duck’s landline ringing from the kitchen.

“Let me up,” Duck said, patting her legs gently.

Aubrey moved her legs with a groan and said, “If that’s Mama with a pine guard emergency, kindly inform her that I’ve passed on.”

“You got it,” Duck said with a laugh.

A few moments after he answered the phone, he yelled back to Aubrey, “It’s Ned. He wants to know if we want to go to dinner at the new Mexican place.”

Aubrey groaned again. “Tell him I’m never eating again! And that I hate him for even asking!” She yelled back.

Duck relayed the message to Ned, who started laughing so hard he sounded like he could barely breathe.

“You knew about her world record aspirations then, I take it,” Duck said once Ned’s guffawing eased off.

“She might have mentioned it.”

“You’re evil,” Duck said with a laugh of his own.

“Perhaps,” Ned conceded. “I also wanted to check that she’s still alive.”

“Well, she is for now, but I better get back before she decides to keel over,” Duck said before saying a quick goodbye and returning to his spot on the couch.

A few hours later, when Minerva made her nightly appearance, Aubrey had fallen asleep on top of him.

“How was training today, Duck Newton?” Minerva said quietly, clearly trying not to disturb Aubrey, which made Duck smile.

“It really took it out of her,” Duck answered with a soft laugh.

Minerva nodded her approval. “And did she acquire any new skills today?”

“Oh, I think she learned a lesson or two.”

“Very good work, Duck Newton. I will see you tomorrow,” Minerva said with a smile before she flickered out of view.

[vivitalks]

amnesty lodge interlude. aubrey is teaching her fellow sylvan lodgers a card game from earth. she is also definitely, definitely cheating.

moira is holding her own, but only because she is also cheating. barclay is cheating by pretending he's never played this game even though he's been playing it against mama for years, but he keeps getting distracted making eye contact with agent stern and losing his focus at critical moments.

jake coolice is still struggling to understand the rules.

dani is somehow wiping the floor with everyone, even though she has never played this game before and is definitely not cheating because "i have principles, aubrey." her winning streak is six games long, and aubrey's cards are starting to smoke. at which point jake gives up, barclay taps out to go make some dinner, moira retires to the piano, and aubrey has no choice but to declare dani the reigning card game champion of amnesty lodge.

"that comes with both a medal AND a crown, right?" dani says cheekily, and aubrey very maturely sticks her tongue out.

[scienceandstorytelling]

I don’t suppose there’s an active taz amnesty discord or something these days? The hyperfixation from five years ago is hyperfixating again

[montrosepetty]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Montrose Pretty/Kenchall Denton Characters: Montrose Pretty, Kenchall Denton, Beef Punchley | Lyndon Julius, Emerich Dreadway Additional Tags: Hand & Finger Kink, Trans Male Character, Church Sex, Hate Sex, enemies to enemies with benefits, Montrose cannot and will not shut the hell up, Kenchall is a huge bitch!, Asking for consent in the bitchiest ways known to god and man, this takes place in a church but no crazy religious stuff happens ok, AU if Funnyman didn’t kidnap kenchall for his show pitch, in the same universe as my other steeplefics Summary:

Montrose has one job: find out if Kenchall Denton is cutting off their most trusted contacts, and report back to Beef and Emerich. Kenchall misunderstands his intentions— but it’s okay though, cause Montrose likes his plan way better.

[lovethytendytenderly]

ooooooo please share about the wishbaby au??? love that trope to pieces!!!!

The wishbaby au is one of the few wips from when I dabbled in sidgeno hrpf circa 2018 that got ported to my gdrive from a different notes app that I fully forgot to check because so many of those wips are straight up abandoned/wip-amnesty. What I have written is outline/not!fic territory.

The summary/pitch is: Wishbabies but they already have kids. Basically more wishbabies.

[child-of-hurin]

7,5k words, Mature Relationships: Irene/Eugenides Additional Tags: Alternate universe - canon divergence, Abrupt ending, Fic Amnesty, Kidnapping Summary:

Night is falling around them, but the sun was not yet in the middle of the sky when the Thief stole into Attolia's palace—into her own chambers, like gods know how many times before—and spirited the queen away on her wedding day. AU where Eugenides does not let a Medean wedding take place.

This is one of the earliest fics I started writing for this fandom, but I ended up reworking parts of it into my other canon divergent AU, [With imperious hand...]. Since then, I kept trying to work on this one and failing to bring it anywhere conclusive, nor even to work out the characterization kinks... But I've become too fond of it to just scrap it. So I'm taking advantage of the Weird The Tag event to finally amnesty what I have and let it go...

Chapter 1 works well as an open-ended stand alone; chapter 2 was my attempt at an epilogue that truly ran away from me and became a sprawling problem. If you decide to read this, I hope you have fun despite the roughness of the work! The working title of this fic was "Runaway bride".

[thirtysixsavefiles]

A little wip amnesty for wip Wednesday Thursday: I still think Zoro and Sanji and sex pollen is a winning combination, but I am focusing on other things at the moment and so I’m releasing this intro into the wild :D

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Sanji draws a cigarette out with shaking fingers. The box is crushed and half full of sandy dirt but the cigarettes inside are still intact, thank fuck. He reaches for his crumpled jacket, fishing around for his lighter, but it’s not in the breast pocket, or either of the sides, or —

“Here.” A snick and a flame pops up in front of him, courtesy of his own lighter held in Zoro’s outstretched hand. Sanji lets his eyes travel up Zoro’s arm to his face — he’s put his shirt back on but there’s a blue-brown mark blooming just above his collar, and Sanji feels his stomach flutter.

“Stealing my lighter now?” Sanji mumbles, but he leans forward and lights up.

“Hardly.” Zoro snaps the lighter closed and tosses it to Sanji. “It fell out when your jacket came off, when you —”

“All right, all right,” Sanji interrupts, grabbing the lighter out of the air. “Don’t remind me.”

Zoro shifts on his feet for a moment, the dirt of the clearing sliding beneath his boots. Then he steps back, settling himself a few feet away — out of arm’s reach, Sanji notes — on the rock formation Sanji is propping himself up with. Zoro leans against the rough side of the formation, crossing his arms.

“What are we going to tell the others?” he says in a neutral, expressionless tone, but Sanji can still hear the uncertainty in it. If Zoro’s asking, he hasn’t made up his own mind yet. He can still be swayed.

Sanji takes a deep drag on his cigarette, considering. He has to plot this course carefully.

“The truth,” he decides, exhaling a thin plume of smoke toward the sky.

“The truth?” Zoro says. It doesn’t sound as if this option had occurred to him.

“Yeah.” Sanji taps the ash from his cigarette onto the dirt beneath his feet. “We went on a scouting run for fresh water. We didn’t find any. We returned to the ship. End of story.”

“How are you going to explain your —” Zoro gestures vaguely up and down toward Sanji.

Sanji looks down. His jacket had mostly been spared; it will cover the damage done to his shirt, but there’s dirt streaking his trousers, especially the knees. He sighs.

“I tripped.” Sanji leans down to brush the worst of it off. “So did you, for that matter. We both tripped.” He straightens with a wince.

Zoro’s mouth is a flat line. “You really think anyone’s going to buy that?”

Sanji takes a drag and blows a smoke ring at him. “You want to go into more detail? You want me to tell them how you begged to —”

“All right.” Zoro scowls, waving the smoke away. “Fine. We’ll go with your story.”

“It’s not a story,” Sanji reminds him, looking back up at the sky and lifting the cigarette to his mouth. “It’s the truth. Just not…all of it.”

[hidey-writes]

saturday six

The camp cat comes to a stop a few paces from where Shen Wei is, cross-legged on a low rock at the base of a cluster of other rocks. She sits with her tail tucked neatly over her paws, quiet and alert beside him. It’s nice. There’s no need to make conversation with a cat. There’s nothing a cat wants to unburden onto you through language. It’s simpler, with cats.

hehe more cut shen wei and camp cat interactions! i really liked this paragraph but now that i've done my revision read of the down draft of the guardian bingo pride fic and started to re-outline, haha ... none of this will remotely be in there. but ohhhh it's going to be really cool i think ... i'm really excited. i was hoping to get to do a lot of trying to explain what being in the alliance military was like to make shen wei Like This in canon, and ... yummmmmm it sure is happening!!

[catherineflowers29]

Chapters: 4/12 Fandom: Succession (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gerri Kellman/Roman Roy, Gerri Kellman/Siobhan "Shiv" Roy Characters: Gerri Kellman, Siobhan "Shiv" Roy, Roman Roy Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Under-negotiated Kink, Infantilism, Pregnancy Kink, Harm as Comfort Roman Roy style, Gerri Tops Another Roy, Jealousy, Professional Mentoring with a twist, Gerri gets an orgasm, Roman gets a cuddle, No Incest, Love Triangles, Roman and Shiv go to war over Gerri, Shiv gets a daughter, Plus all of the above, Post Episode: s04e10 With Open Eyes, Glory Hole, acts of service, Bisexual Gerri Kellman, Bisexual Siobhan "Shiv" Roy, Pregnant Sex, Adultery (past), Adultery (present) Summary:

“You fixed Roman. You polished him up. You fucking … mentored him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Well, yeah. Whatever. Okay. I was there, Gerri, while you were whispering to him and texting him all the time and doing conference calls with him in your office. Sure it blew up in your face, but you did a damn good job of polishing that turd.”

“What’s your point?”

“Polish me.”

[boydykedevo]

Day three of @tazsapphicweek, for the prompt "monsters"!

(Heads up this is like. Vaguely horny. so. be aware dfljakfhjhadfsl)

ao3

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“Do you, like, actually drink blood?” 

Dani’s on the verge of dozing off, curled into Aubrey’s side, when the question jolts her awake. She snaps up, blinking to reorient herself and squinting at Aubrey. “Huh?”

Her face goes warm, realizing how close she got to falling asleep on top of Aubrey in front of everyone. Well, not everyone, she amends, whipping her head around to find the main lobby of the lodge empty save for the two of them cuddled on the couch. Not anyone, actually.  

Still, the other residents could walk in at any time, and Jake would taunt her for weeks if he saw them like this. “Cuddling’s like third base for humans, isn’t it?” he’d say, as if she has any idea. 

Aubrey grins sheepishly. “Is that a rude question? Sorry.”

Dani shifts herself to a sitting position, shaking her head. “No, no, you’re good, I… no. I don’t.”

Aubrey’s face falls. 

Shocked, Dani asks, “did you want me to say yes?”

At that, Aubrey becomes visibly flustered, averting her gaze. Dani resists a laugh. “Well. It would be kinda cool.”

Dani smirks and scoots closer, only succeeding in making Aubrey more nervous. “Uh huh. Cool how?”

“Um.” She plays with her zipper, running it up and down repeatedly. “You’re really… pretty. Like, super fucking pretty. And…” she exhales slowly. Dani’s eyebrows raise so high it feels like they might fly off her face. “So sue me, I like the idea of a pretty girl sucking on my neck.”

Dani can’t help it; she bursts out laughing. Aubrey looks mortified, and at least a little offended. 

“Noooo, don’t worry, it’s totally cool,” Dani assures her once she gets her laughter under control. Impulsively, she leans in to whisper in Aubrey’s ear, “and it’s not like I need vampire powers to do that, babe.” There’s a thrill in her belly to hear the squeak Aubrey lets out, and she double checks the room is empty before pressing her lips to Aubrey’s jaw. 

Aubrey lets out a shaky breath as Dani moves lower on her neck. She clears her throat and points out, voice a little strained, “but vampire powers would make it better.”

Dani hums in vague agreement, slipping off her ring. Aubrey whimpers when she feels Dani’s sharp teeth against her skin. Dani finds she fucking loves that sound. They haven’t gone much further than this, not yet, but she can’t help but wonder…

“Okay,” Aubrey agrees. “That works. Yep. Wow.” There’s a beat of silence, punctuated by Aubrey’s heavy breathing as Dani keeps nipping at her, and then Aubrey pipes up: “How about vampiric hypnosis?” 

Dani laughs, pulling away. “Nope. Sorry, babe.”

Aubrey pouts. “Do you have any sexy vampire stuff? I mean, teeth, obviously, but besides that.” She thinks for a moment, then adds, “I’ll also take sexy alien stuff.”

Dani doesn’t bother to point out that, in her case, it’s the same thing. Instead, she triple checks the room is empty and leans in close to Aubrey’s ear. “Well… how much do you know about slyph reproduction?”

Aubrey’s breath hitches. “Not much,” she admits breathlessly.

“How would you like to learn?” Dani’s kissing her before Aubrey can respond, not that she needs to hear her answer. Aubrey’s ready for her, wrapping her arms around Dani’s shoulders. Dani nips her lip and Aubrey whimpers again and sweet Slyvain that’s hot; she’s kneeling over Aubrey’s lap before she even knows it, pressing right up against her—

Just then, there’s a voice from the doorway. “Mama!” Jake loudly complains. “Dani and Aubrey are banging in the lobby!”

They jump apart, Mama’s laughter echoing from the other room. “I’d say get a room, girls,” she calls back, “but you’ve already got two of ‘em between the both of you. Make it work.”

Aubrey throws her hands over her face, and Dani has to grin, even as she feels her ears turn bright red. “Mine?” she offers.

“Yes,” Aubrey squeaks. “Please.”

[littlestsnicket]

witcher wip amnesty 2023

summary: there was a post going around ages ago about an AU where geralt went to get jaskier before A Grain of Truth, so he's there when geralt refers to nivellen as a friend. and i had a 'oh jaskier would not react like that' moment and started writing fic. and then i thought 'do i really need to rehash why i think large parts of fandom are misinterpreting jaskier and geralt's fight on the mountain?' and i thought 'no' but it turns out i already had.

word count: .8k

[also on ao3]

I know someone nearby, an old friend

“Geralt, it’s fine. It was a joke.”

“It’s not fine,” Geralt growled.

“You don’t need to get all self-flagellate-y. I said it’s fine.”

“I’m not self-flagellate-y. That’s not why it’s not fine.” Geralt deliberately did not comment on Jaskier’s tendency to make up words, he did not want to give Jaskier the opportunity to derail the conversation.

“I said it was fine.” Jaskier’s voice dropped to a lower register. He was actually angry. Geralt wasn’t backing down on this though. 

“You do this to me all the time.”

“Well, I am a bard and you are an emotionally constipated Witcher. I’m allowed and you’re not.”

“Jaskier, shut up and let me finish.”

Jaskier’s face scrunched in exaggerated displeasure, but he sat there studying Geralt with uncomfortable intensity for a very long moment. 

“Geralt.”

“What?”

“I’m trying very hard here, but you’re going to have to actually say something.”

“Fuck,” Geralt sighed and pressed the heels of his hands into his browbone before forcing hmiself to speak. “If you hadn’t had some doubt, if it didn't weigh on you in any way that I kept denying we’re friends, would you have left or would you have squawked at me about being a needlessly cruel Witcher and talked in circles until I was too irritated to be properly mad anymore?”

“Oh, that’s...” Jaskier trailed off looking away.

“You mean more to me than I know how to say.”

Jaskier’s mouth quirked like it always did right before he said something he thought was funny but was actually incredibly irritating. But his expression shifted the moment his gaze settled back on Geralt. Geralt could see the gears in Jaskier’s mind downshifting as he forced himself to properly engage with the conversation they were having. It had taken Geralt a very long time to understand that, for all his fast talking and nearly uncanny observational skills, it sometimes took Jaskier a while to really process and integrate new information. 

“I know. And you’re my best friend.”

Jaskier dropped his gaze to stare at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers. Geralt was privately glad he did, Jaskier’s intensity discomfited him as much as he also craved the attention.

Suddenly, Geralt found himself fixed with Jaskier’s blue eyed stare, “Do you really think that little of me, that I would let you get away with that for decades if it bothered me?” 

Jaskier’s smile went wobbly but sincere. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I guess I shouldn’t claim it wouldn’t have made any difference to have that reassurance of you having said it, but it wasn’t that. I made it pretty clear you were really hurting me and you just kept going. And I—I get it, I’m not mad anymore, but I can’t just let you do that. Yen hurt you, and you—”

“I wasn’t—”

“No. Yennefer reminded you how easy it is to hurt someone who cares about you and you decided to deal the decisive blow first before I could hurt you too. It’s not fine, but I do understand. You haven’t lived this long by ignoring potential threats.”

Geralt sighed. Sometimes Jaskier was impossible, mostly because he was right. 

“Why didn’t you tell her you didn’t wish for that? You didn’t wish for that, did you?”

“No. It wouldn’t have mattered.”

“Exactly,” Jaskier replied, his voice pained. 

Geralt, unsure what else to do, rested his hand on Jaskier’s shoulder. 

“Just, you know, do better next time. And for what it’s worth, though I made no secret of how much I hated her, I am truly sorry the two of you won’t get a second chance.”

They were both quiet for a long time, at least by Jaskier’s standards, before Jaskier did the imitation of a hyper-alert squirrel he did when his attention caught on something he was uncertain about. “You know, I don’t like this place. There’s something off about it. It’s... creepy? But not in an oooo spooky old house way. You get used to that. This gets worse the longer I’m here. It’s... whatever is in the ceiling is not a cat.”

Jaskier was right. Geralt refocused all of his senses. Cats did not make subtle clicking noises. He remembered the barefoot prints vanishing suddenly in the snow. “It’s a bruxa. We have to get to Ciri. Now.”

“Tell me what you need me to do,” Jaskier said as he tailed Geralt down the hall.

“Go with Ciri and get to Roach. Watch out for her. She doesn’t trust me yet and might not listen.”

“Ok. Yes, easy. This will be fine,” Jaskier mumbled to himself. Geralt didn’t snap at him to be quiet like he once might have. He was used to Jaskier, his murmuring wasn’t distracting as much as it was a reassuring reminder that he was there.