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42 and Geraskier, for the fic prompts :)

Hello~! 42 is “If Ever You’re In My Arms Again” by Peabo Bryson which I have been saving for Geraskier inspiration anyway!! You’re too attuned to me already to have picked that number and that ship. I was gonna double this as your Christmas gift, but the Sick got to me and totally delayed everything. Sigh. Take this small little pining thing belatedly and I hope your Holiday was very happy!!! (also whoops pre-geraskier, does this count?? If not, you know I’ll always refund you ;))

You can read it on AO3 here!!

Here you can prompt from my 700 followers/100 songs!!

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The winter had gone quickly in Kaer Morhen this year. Geralt was certain this was because of the non-Witchers who had stayed during the season. His focus had been Ciri’s training and helping Yennefer to heal, and both responsibilities had taken up much of his stay this winter. It had certainly broken up the monotony of repairing the old keep with Vesemir.

Kaer Morhen had not been graced with half as many guests in thrice as many decades. It seemed more lively with a new Witcher to train and Yennefer to verbally spar with. How two lives could sweep away the cobwebs that had long since settled into the corners of the keep, Geralt would never know. Perhaps this too is how time passed so quickly.

Now it was time to move on from Kaer Morhen and to continue on the Path. Now, Geralt’s Path he would walk with Ciri and Yennefer both. Walking the Path with someone - purposefully - and not senselessly bumping into some companion to endure them for a time was not something Geralt was accustomed to.

He halted his packing, furrowing his brow at the thought. While it was not intentionally a lie, it lingered as much in his mind. There had been one companion whose presence had lasted much longer than the rest. Geralt could not deny that the bard had purposefully sought out his companionship, even if that had never been an intention of Geralt’s while they had met along his Path.

Geralt’s fingers caught on a small wooden trinket that rested atop the bedside table he used to store his belongings while resting in Kaer Morhen. Jaskier had called the phenomenon Witcher-hibernating and perhaps he was not far off, except there was always work to do even in the winter. The work just wasn’t hunting to empty the coin purses of men.

The trinket beneath his fingers was a wolf carved carefully by a young girl from a small village whose name Geralt could not remember. It had been quite a few years ago when Jaskier had commissioned the girl to craft the souvenir. The village did not see much coin pass through and had barely been able to scrape together payment for Geralt’s services. Geralt had assumed Jaskier was doing the young girl a kindness, paying her several marks for the small trinket.

Then Jaskier had tuned and immediately placed the knickknack in Geralt’s palm. The bard had smiled secretly, turning that smile into something far more flashing and affectionate as he spoke to the girl and left Geralt to hold his purchase. Jaskier had often passed off his baubles and purchases for Geralt to hold, so Geralt had merely carried the purchase until later that evening. It had been a surprise, then, how Jaskier had merely frowned at the wood piece instead of taking his purchase back.

“It’s yours.” Jaskier had said simply before turning away and resuming preparation for his performance. Geralt had been left sitting there to stare at the wolf’s wooden gaze in the dim light of their rented room.

Huffing a breath, Geralt felt the weight of his words from the mountain press upon him again. It was a loathsome burden to bear and yet Jaskier’s fallen expression was as much a ghost as Renfri’s dying breath had been. Not a lifeless body in his arms but a heartbroken within his blood-coated hands that he had carried with him since.

And Geralt was not fool enough to have not seen it, the wandering gaze and the small smiles reserved for him. There had been some sort of infatuation that Jaskier had held for him in the beginning, but slowly that had become something almost fond. Geralt had felt something bubble beneath his skin at Jaskier’s attention. As if Jaskier had looked to him and not seen a Witcher or a Butcher, but… Geralt. And Geralt was all of those things and none of those things all at once beneath Jaskier’s gaze.

His chest felt collapsed beneath an invisible weight as his mind swam toward thoughts of the bard. Ribs puncturing vital organs as if he had taken a beating. Geralt sat on the side of his bed, the weight of the wooden wolf just as heavy as the one on his chest. Turning it over in his hands, Geralt could recall not even remembering this was still in his possession when he had made it to Kaer Morhen that winter. It had been a surprise amongst his belongings and he had carelessly thrown it into the bedside drawer for lack of anything else to do with it.

Geralt, however, could not recall how the wolf found its way from the bottom of the drawer to the top of the table between that winter and this winter. He knew it had not found its place there that first winter surely, but it had been there this last winter past. How long had it been there? Unassuming and yet just as much a part of Geralt’s belongings as the armor adorning his form?

It brought Geralt’s thoughts to the ruined tunic that had been used as a rag rather than a fancy dress for the past four years. It had been muddied and torn on a particularly vicious kikimore hunt and Jaskier had given it up without further preamble. An oil rag for cleaning, he had muttered, if one could use something so filthy for cleaning.

With a furrow of his brow, Geralt turned to his swords. Atop of the hilt of his steel blade was Renfri’s brooch. He could still remember the weight of her body against the blade - steel for men. Steel against this stolen princess of a dark moon. Her life flickering behind her eyes before extinguishing forever.

Geralt did not carry many things with him, such was the nomadic life of a Witcher; however, he would always carry Renfri and her death with him. There would be no forgiveness from her, only penance. It seemed that this wolf would be as Renfri’s brooch - a reminder. A sentence from which he could not be pardoned.

Geralt turned back to the wolf in his hand. And yet, there was still time to be had with Jaskier, was there not? Jaskier was not as long gone as Renfri, not yet. At least, Geralt was certain that if the Master Dandelion had passed, the entire civilized Continent would know about it. Geralt would know about it.

If he found the bard again, if the bard would forgive him his transgressions from atop the Mountain, if he could find a time where Jaskier was in arms’ reach - endless ifs, Geralt thought in that moment. If he had ever found him, Geralt would not take the opportunity lightly. It was a silent vow, but these were the vows most familiar to Geralt.

Placing the wolf within his pack, determination poured his veins as good as any potion. Geralt inhaled sharply, resolving to put things right. Perhaps Jaskier would rebuke the apology, but that was not the point. The point was the attempt. It was the intention. Geralt could recall Jaskier saying such things about a romantic play almost a decade ago. A lifetime ago.

A gentle smile tugged at his lips at the memory. Geralt slung his packs over his shoulders, moving to meet Yennefer and Ciri down in the kitchens of the keep for one last meal before send-off. His Path would be clear this year. And to whatever power was listening, if Destiny had any say in it, Geralt hoped he would meet his bard again sooner rather than later.

He was willing to wait however long it took for a second chance in a lifetime.

[shitty-check-please-aus]

The disgusting green couch is the same couch as the disgusting green couch I just got rid of, that gives you rashes if you sit directly on it.

this is maybe the most concerning ask I’ve ever gotten, wtf was up with your couch??

[planetesastraea]

You said on the witcher creatures database to let you know about ways to make it more friendly for people with dyslexia. I don't have dyslexia, but my husband does, and I'm a teacher. One way you can make things more dyslexia friendly is to use the font comic sans, since it's dyslexia friendly. Another option is open dyslexic, which is a free dyslexia friendly font.

Hey, thanks for reaching out! I can’t use Open Dyslexic on a google doc (unless someone can tell me how?) but I’ve created new tabs using Comic Sans!

If there’s anything else that could help, let me know!

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Feel-Good Witcher Fic Recs

Friends! No matter how tonight turns out, this is likely to be a stressful, terrible week for many of us, especially those of us who live in the US. If, like me, you use fic as a coping mechanism, here are some happy, feel-good Witcher fics I recommend to take your mind off things. Please note that while there is some angst and/or peril in a couple of these fics, they are mostly happy.

Give Me Nothing, Give Me You by dls: Geralt/Jaskier. T. 61K+. This is an adorable, fluffy fic where Jaskier is Ciri’s kindergarten teacher and Geralt is a doting single dad. Lambert, Eskel, and Vesemir make frequent appearances as Geralt’s loving, supportive, and occasionally meddling family. I can’t recommend it enough.

Making Sense of Things by Beginte: Geralt/Jaskier. M. 15K. This is one of my favorite nonhuman!Jaskier fics, where Geralt and Jaskier are in an established relationship and both are continuously oblivious to Jaskier’s non-human qualities. It’s funny, touching, and has a lovely ending.

The Snake Prince by Castillon02 and greedy_dancer: Gen. T. 5K. A sweet, fairy-tale inspired fic where the only way to break a curse that has turned a prince into a snake is to find someone willing to befriend a giant snake. What better person for the job than Jaskier? This story is adorable and the podfic by greedy_dancer is very well done.

time to wonder, do I dare? by NoRationalThoughtRequired: Geralt/Jaskier. M. 28K. Geralt is a quiet man who runs a bookshop. Jaskier is the busker who wants to play his guitar outside. This is a delightful friends-to-lovers story that takes the time to flesh out the relationships between all the characters.

the brightest shade of sun by alittlebitmaybe: Geralt/Jaskier. T. 7K. Another single dad!Geralt, teacher!Jaskier fic, because this has become one of my favorite modern AU tropes. This one is laugh out loud funny, especially when Yennefer drops by as Geralt’s long-suffering ex.

The Chameleon by Elizabeth. Geralt/Jaskier. E. 19K. A canonverse-set coffeeshop AU where Jaskier runs a coffee shop in Novigrad. He and Geralt fall in love over coffee and pastries. It’s sweet and soft and overall delightful.

Capriccio by underwaterattribute. Geralt/Jaskier. E. 29K. A modern AU of sorts, where Geralt hasn’t seen Jaskier in 700 years and assumes he’s long-dead, until a mage accidentally summons Jaskier from the past. Cue shenanigans as Jaskier acclimates to modern life and Geralt figures out his feelings for Jaskier.

The Merits of Higher Education by poselikeateam: Geralt/Jaskier. T. 13K. This is a delightful, cracky fic where Geralt decides to spend a winter in Oxenfurt and take one of Jaskier’s classes. The interactions between Geralt and the other students are hilarious.

Uncommon by Descarda: Eskel/Jaskier. E. 11K. This is a very sweet, smutty fic where Eskel visits a brothel and meets Dandelion, a prostitute who isn’t just willing to service a witcher, but eager. If you like smut with feelings, this is the fic for you.

Boston Creme, Large, Coffee, You by stfustucky: Eskel/Jaskier. E. 14K. I included this fic in my October rec list too, but it belongs here as well! After all, what’s better than a bakery AU where two clueless people fall in love over donuts? The sequel,  featuring Lambert and Aiden, is also delightful.

A Beginners Guide to Exploiting the Kaedweni Tax Code for Fun and Profit by Heronfem: Aiden/Lambert. M. 72K+. Words cannot describe how much I love this fic. This is a modern AU where Aiden and Lambert accidentally get married. Features Geralt, Eskel, Vesemir, Yennefer, and Jaskier as Lambert’s loving, chaotic extended family and so much healthy communication and sweetness.

[geraskierbigbang]

A huge thank you and congratulations to everyone who participated in the 2021 Geraskier Big Bang! We’re so excited to see all the wonderful collaborations that came out of it. 

You can check out the AO3 collection for this year’s collection here! We’ve also put together a searchable spreadsheet and have aggregated a list of all the works for this year under the cut. 

me lámh le do lámh by @asweetprologue (author), @herostag (artist), and @silvertonguelover | Rated M | 31,502 words

Can't Promise You Fair Sky Above by @underwaterattribute (author) and @pinkaxolotl85 (artist) | Rated T | 20,782 words

you will love again by @cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness (author) and @cassandrasdreamworld (artist) | Rated E | 32,000 words

Toss a Coin to Your Hitman by @vestigialstell (author) and @cass_caelis (artist) | Rated E | 16,000 words

Salt and Ash, Iron and Bone by @ghostinthelibrary (author) and @omaano (artist) | Rated E | 45,000 words

Danylion Designs by @iboughtaplant (author) and @reckmore (artist) | Rated M | 20,476 words

The Perils of a Good Time by @tsukiwolf42 (author) and @midnightmagpies (artist) | Rated M | 50,000 words

Hot Coffee by @sunalso (author) and @linx1457 (artist) | Rated E | 27,060 words

Stars, I Have Seen Them Fall by @hum-my-name (author) and @madness-to-my-method (artist) | Rated M | 40,500 words

It Doesn't Break But It Bends by @drowningbydegrees (author) and @inennui (artist) | Rated E | 17,520 words

It's a Hungry World by @kueble (author) and @linx1457 (artist) | Rated E | 25,000 words

The drug, the dark, the light, the flame @longing-and-heartache-and-lust (author) and @Gensyzart (artist) | Rated E | 81,000 words

No Kings Among Wolves by @saltytransidiot (author),@punchsomeoneforme-willyou (artist), and @midnightmagpies (artist) | Rated M | 32,320

and when the morning comes by @greyduckgreygoose (author), @linx1457 (artist), and @drawingsober (artist) | Rated E | 21,070 words

we're soaking up the hours that everyone else throws away by @marvelousmaize (author) and @maximproving (artist) | Rated E | 17,500 words

See No Evil by @midnightmagpies (author) and @linx1457 (artist) | Rated E | 29,630 words What You Didn't Know You Wanted by @octinary (author) and @maximproving (artist) | Rated E | 38,837 words

resist death, make trouble by @partialresonance (author) and @firefly-party (artist) | Rated M | 28,754 words

these restless feet by @alittlebitmaybe (author) and @midnightmagpies (artist) | Rated E | 62,000 words

The Fairest of Them All by @TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG (author) and @silvertonguelover (artist) | Rated E | 46,256 words

Greenfinch and Linnet Bird by @kell-be-belle (author) and @dat-carovieh (artist) | Rated M | 34,000 words

The Inescepable March by @oxbridge-quality-fanfiction-co (author), @moadlc (artist), and @herostag (artist) | Rated M | 25,960 words

Tale as Old as Time by @goodheavensgwen (author), @thetinymm (artist), and @linx1457 (artist) | Rated E | 25,552 words

mostly we don't want to harm each other by @jew-flexive (author) and @breannaneo (artist) | Rated T | 16,275 words

all was taken away from you (even existence) by @not-my-circus (author) and @hekatos-mist (artist) | Rated M | 44,000 words

i knew you would forget by @acemoppet (author) and @moadlc (artist) | Rated M | 15,113 words

Questionable Priorities by @the-spinning-jenny (author) and @punchsomeoneforme-willyou (artist) | Rated E | 15,000 words

Again? Better! by @kittynannygaming (author) and @midnightmagpies (artist) | Rated M | 15,000 words

[pinkaxolotl85]

Jaskier let out a small sob, and stood, “I’m sorry. I can’t. I-” He swiped a hand over his eyes. “Why am I bothering? You’re just going to ask again.” Before Geralt could shift on the bed, Jaskier was out of the door and disappearing into the next room.

My @geraskierbigbang piece for my amazing event partner @underwaterattribute's fic, 'Can't Promise You Fair Sky Above'

It's such an enjoyable and heartbreakingly good read and I can't suggest it more highly!

[megaana135]

SO MANY MORE PEOPLE WANTED THIS THAN I EXPECTED! AH!

I've been crying sinceThursday, I'm overwhelmed by the amount of notifications and support I've been getting, you're all too sweet!

I made a taglist when I posted the first chapter but I'm making another here (i don't fully understand how tagging people works or even how to make my own post even though I've been on this hell site for going on 6+ years now and I didn't want to destroy the other people's notifs if I accidentally spammed them everytime I updated the list).

This I think just about everyone who showed interest, be it reblogs or cute tags or just outright stating they wanted an update 😁 I'll also be posting the link on the original so more people can find it!

I hope you all love the fic as much as I've been enjoying writing it! Hopefully I'll get another chapter up by the end of this week. All updates will be posted with the tag Forget-You-Not

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[underwaterattribute]

Can’t Promise You Fair Sky Above

A collaboration for the 2021 @geraskierbigbang! Thank you to @midnightmagpies for kindly betaing this fic!

Fic by @underwaterattribute Art by @pinkaxolotl85

Fic rating: Teen 

Word Count: 20,782 

Relationships: Geralt/Jaskier

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Tags: fluff, whump, brain damage, recovery from brain injury, hurt!Geralt, Oxenfurt, Episode Fix-It: S01E06 Rare Species, Professor!Jaskier, POV Geralt, POV Jaskier, self loathing Geralt, injury recovery, Geralt is ableist and awful to himself, Geralt learns to begin to value himself

There aren’t many things that will incapacitate a witcher for long, but a severe head injury will do it. After a hunt gone terribly wrong, Geralt discovers that the physical recovery is difficult, but more so is the boredom that goes along with it. While unable to survive on the Path, Geralt takes the opportunity to challenge himself in new ways, attending a wide variety of the classes offered at Oxenfurt university, and in the process heals more than just his head injury. 

Art post here 

Read the fic here

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by underwaterattribute

There aren’t many things that will incapacitate a witcher for long, but a severe head injury will do it. After a hunt gone terribly wrong, Geralt discovers that the physical recovery is difficult, but more so is the boredom that goes along with it. While unable to survive on the Path, Geralt takes the opportunity to challenge himself in new ways, attending a wide variety of the classes offered at Oxenfurt university, and in the process heals more than just his head injury.

Words: 20782, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Fluff, Whump, Hurt Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Brain Damage, Injury Recovery, Oxenfurt Academy (The Witcher), Episode Fix-It: s01e06 Rare Species, Professor Jaskier | Dandelion, POV Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt is abelist and awful to himself, Geralt begins to value himself

[dls-ao3]

do you have a rec list? for witcher fic?

I decided to highlight three fics (that I haven’t seen on other rec lists) from three of my favorite tropes. All fics are complete and have happy endings. 

Modern AUs Where There's a Witcher & Only Human by ghostinthelibrary The Captain Conundrum by @sociallyawkward--fics Love in the Time of Video Conferencing by @agentlewomanandascholar​

Time Travel AUs Capriccio by underwaterattribute to render it transparent by theundiagnosable  so long lives this by @pasdecoeur​

Creature Jaskier AUs Kingdoms Come and Kingdoms Go, Rivers Run and Rivers Flow by DancingLassie so can we pretend, sweetly by @redjewelsforeyes Scales and Song by TeenyTinyTony

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Get to know you game

Thanks for tagging me @paintdriesfaster ^^

Top 3 ships: Destiel, Stucky and Sterek (always and forever)

Last song: You can call me Al by Paul Simon and Chevy Chase.

Ever since Daneel and Jensen's video I have that song stuck in my head and I love it.

Last movie: I've watched Joker last

[Unpopular opinion (probably)] I didn't hate it but didn't think it was as amazing as everyone seem to think either. It's a good movie, but the white manpain was a little too boohoopooryou for me [/unpopular opinion]

Currently reading: tons of Destiel fic, I haven't read a book in so lonnng. I've discovered the author Zation a few days ago so I'm going through her (amazing) work. I read 'Have you ever seen the rain?' yesterday and loved it

I bookmark every story I read and love so if you want to keep up with my reading (or have a rec list) you can check them out. There are some for my three favorites ships as well as a few Brienne/Jaime.

Currently watching: I've finished Hollywood last night. I'm also watching the last season of Schitt's Creek. I'm searching for what to watch next and am opened to suggestion ;-)

Currently craving: Brownie. I have a premade mix that I'm trying to resist making since I'm trying to lose some weight. But who am I kidding I've been procratinating on dieting since monday...(or 20 years depending on how you look at it)

Tagging: @literaryoblivion @underwaterattribute @tealmountaingoddess @justagirl-fangirling-around @valleydean @navajolovesdestiel

[buhhh-no-idea-dfrfiendo]

Geralt has gotten used to missing Jaskier, and wondering what became of him after he sent him away after the dragon hunt. Really he has. And there is no point thinking about it anyway, because although witchers don’t age, humans certainly do, and after more than seven hundred years, Jaskier is long dead. Which is why it takes him so off guard to find him in the dorm room of a particularly incompetent mage.

[westmoor]

Oxenfurt isn’t all that different in winter, Geralt notes. Apart from the odd storm tearing along the coastline past midwinter, the weather is mostly agreeable. And although most of social life has moved indoors - public debates and forums picking up in concert halls and libraries - it still feels like standing in an anthill, teeming with life in apparent chaos until one learns to recognize the rigid structures upholding it.

The first day is mostly lost to sleeping. It can’t be helped. 

They’d debated renting him his own quarters, but only briefly - it would’ve been a waste of money when Jaskier’s were unoccupied for most of the day. He couldn’t deny the safety of it, either. Perched above the streets of a city that never seemed to get a wink of sleep, being surrounded by the comforts and belongings of a man he knew so well they might’ve been his own, the timber floors feel solid beneath his feet. Just like the solid warmth of a body, weighing into the bed next to him.

And so, swaddled in the scent of his bard and a fresh mattress under his back, a wood stove keeping the adjoined office-and-bedrooms mellow and warm, sleep pulls him under at its leisure. 

He expects to be teased for it when Jaskier makes it back in the late afternoon. Instead, all he gets is a bright smile, a bump of shoulders, and the promise of a proper supper.

The second is idle. 

He sees that Roach is content, well-fed and dry in her open stall on the university grounds. Considers bringing her tack back to clean, but there’s no rush. 

His nerves grow dull to the constant noise and bustle of the town, between the safe retreats of the stables and the professor’s quarters. He skims through some of Jaskier’s reading, sidetracked by scribbles in margins and their continuations on paper scraps stuck between pages. 

Respite, he calls it. Solace, shelter. It needs no definite name. He finds it in the dead of night, tucked into the hollow between Jaskier’s shoulder blades. 

The third day, he sits in on a lecture.

He knows, of course, that Jaskier can hold a room. Has seen him do it, knew him when he learned it, to wake the entire audience already in the first verse and have them eating out of his hand by the third. 

He built a career on it. Really, it’s a marvel to watch.

This is different.

The confidence is there, certainly. So is the way he moves about the room, talking with his hands each moment they’re not otherwise occupied. The charm, too - but not the bluster. No clever turns half drowned by empty drivel but real substance, knowledge and proficiency born from hard-earned experience, set against the framework theory and thesis. 

He enjoys the subject matter too, and yet again he finds himself surprised, listening intently as the professor peels back rules of rhyme and verse to reveal the broader commentary within. Geralt catches Jaskier’s eye as the latter riles his audience, singing a Mahakam working song to the tune of a Skellige shanty, and he grins.

They dine late that night, huddled close to a small table in the office-tuned-sitting room. Geralt starts with a counterpoint to the day’s lecture, and their conversation wanders on from there,

Geralt doesn’t even blame the wine when his thumb comes to skim across the ridge of Jaskier’s knuckles, rough and gentle and familiar, and he thinks, I’m fucked.

But the hand in his doesn’t budge. And when he musters the courage to look up at the face watching him above the rim of crystal glass, the hopeful smile there, he finds that maybe… Maybe this time, he’s not.

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[westmoor]

The point was this: Jaskier considered himself rather good at reading Geralt.

Not that it made him special. It wasn’t even difficult, most of the time. Geralt often wore his emotions on his face, despite efforts to the contrary. Plain as day for anyone to see, if only one cared to look.

Only, it took a little practice to discern between real, actual anger, and the tense pseudo-anger he tended to project when he felt too many strong feelings all at once and his face decided to either portray exactly neither of them, or all of them at once.

“You’re telling me,” Geralt spoke slowly, the timbre of his voice stealing away the intonation. “That you found a cursed poem.”

Controlled, that was the word. Steeled. Decades, maybe even centuries, of practice and discipline to keep himself in check. And still, now, the edges trembled under the weight of it.

“One that will supposedly kill you if you read it out loud,” he continued, eyes falling shut. In contrast, his knuckles whitened as his grip tightened around the edge of the table. Jaskier paid his quiet compliments to the manufacturer, and half expected to see it start warping.

“And you read it.” The words came on a syllable-by-syllable basis now. “Out. Loud.”

Eyes opened slowly, the illusion of calm broken by their scorching intensity. And the flare of his nostrils, vaguely reminiscent of the horses they’d gone to see the Wednesday prior.

This, Jaskier thought, was true anger.

He was a Geralt connoisseur, after all.

“Ah,” Jaskier countered, finger raised triumphantly in Geralt’s direction. “I didn’t read it, per se. I was trying to sing it, you see. I thought if I could tweak the metering just a little, it’d be the perfect trigger element to this short story -”

Had his witcher been a lesser man, he looked as though he might’ve laid his head in his hands and sobbed. Or sat on the floor, or simply walked across the creaky floorboards of his front hallway, never to return.

As it was, he only drew a deep breath. And another. And another. And then he released the kitchen table from the death grip to run a weary hand over his face, and if it looked as though his hand was shaking, Jaskier chalked it up to his own imagination.

To be frank, this wasn’t the reaction he’d anticipated. He’d expected a scoff or an exasperated glance, maybe a contained chuckle, along with that gentle fondness he’d come to associate with his partner. They had a pattern. Jaskier would regale him with some new discovery or premise, and Geralt would school his expression and tell him just how big of a fool he was in a way that didn’t really hurt his feelings, and Jaskier would act affronted and go ahead with it anyway.

But this, this wasn’t that. This wasn’t how these things went.

Geralt seemed genuinely upset.

And if Geralt seemed genuinely upset, then that would mean -

“Wait,” his voice sounded small even to his own ears. “Wait, Geralt, you don’t believe in this, do you? This isn’t actually real, is it? Am I… I’m not... Am I going to die?”

No answer came. Not a verbal one, anyway. The tension in his jaw, the wrinkle between his brows and the tightness under his eyes, they said it all.

“Geralt,” Jaskier whined.

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[all-hail-the-witcher]

5 times that Geralt wrote Jaskiers name wrong on his coffee cup + 1 time he didn't need to: master list

read on ao3 here

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

rated T, 7.4k words, complete

summary:

geralt works at a coffee shop with his two brothers, lambert and eskel. an attractive man comes in one day, but geralt mishears his name. and he continues to for the next four days. will he ever learn the mans name, or will he be stuck in pining land (and dealing with lamberts pestering) for all of time?

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if you would like, buy me a coffee (and hopefully geralt won't screw up my name)

[all-hail-the-witcher]

remember me as i was not as i am

my contribution to the @lambertbigbang!!

i had so much fun writing this, i hope you all like reading it!

special thanks to @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde and @jaskierswolf for forcing me to write, @officerjennie for being the bestest beta and @justreadingsomequalitysmut for drawing the art!

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summary: Yennefer took a step closer to him, her posture softening. “You can’t keep outrunning your past, Lambert. It’s going to catch up with you.”

“Then it better fucking hurry up. It’s only been seven hundred fucking years,” he said, but all the malice had gone from his words.

He didn’t tell her that there was no point in saying such things. He didn’t tell her that Aiden was dead. He didn’t tell her that between one long day and the next he had forgotten Aiden’s birthday and how he liked his rabbit cooked and what his favorite dagger looked like. He didn’t tell her that try as he might he could no longer remember the sound of his voice, or the way that his laugh rang across an empty clearing, or what his hair smelled like. He didn’t tell her that even his face had long since begun to blur, leaving him with nothing but a lingering feeling of safety and longing. He didn’t tell her that all he had left of his lover was a name, a worn medallion and the overwhelming feeling of guilt that plagued him every time he closed his eyes.

OR lambert is an assassin in the 1920s & he meets a rumrunner who he swears hes met before. he doesnt know what to do with his feelings but there are tea cups he can fight

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