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There is a Witcher on the beach, and Jaskier knows it’s his fault the man is here.
It’s not Geralt, which might seem a small blessing for Jaskier’s heart but is a curse to all of their lives. For why else is a Witcher at a beach known for its Selkies if not for coin?
When he surfaces, his Selkie coat around his waist, cat-like eyes catch sight of him quickly and easily. The Witcher has a slender face with a single scar running down its right side, short, reddish-brown hair and a slimmer, shorter frame than Geralt.
A Wolf medallion rests against his chest, proud and mocking.
Just his luck, Jaskier thinks with a grimace.
“They pay you for our heads or our coats, Witcher?”
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- Part 2 of Cast Your Eyes on the Ocean
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19 Oct 2021
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The Path Doesn't Have Beds and Bathtubs, Jaskier by neverafuckgiven
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
29 Jan 2020
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Jaskier, however, is a pampered child that likes to inflict those same ideals on whoever’s closest, which is always Geralt. He scowls and finishes his ale. “One room is fine.” He’s learned to pick his battles and right now his shoulder is still stinging from the injury he got earlier. One battle today was more than enough.
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Geralt is too emotionally stunted to realize that Jaskier trying to pamper him is Jaskier telling him he loves him. Instead, he ends up worrying that Jaskier is going to end up missing all the fancy things like regular baths and beds and end up leaving him. Not that Geralt loves him or anything.
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07 Oct 2021
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Despite Jaskier's hard work, there are still plenty of people who hate witchers. They think they're monstrous, inhuman, only held back from violence by a thin veneer of control. One mage has a plan to spread his views by capturing a witcher and bewitching them to remove their control. When the Butcher of Blaviken walks into his hideout, he's convinced he's found the perfect candidate - and a convenient way to get rid of the pesky bard that's been singing his praises.
Jaskier is forced to agree witchers are not human, but that doesn't mean they're dangerous. In fact, he's astounded by how many of Geralt's uncontrolled impulses involve touching.
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05 Oct 2021
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Jaskier is certain he can win the Continent's annual bardic competition, but he needs to be accompanied by a dashing romantic companion in order to enter. Enter Geralt, who is definitely, for sure, only interested in the free food, and not at all in staring lovingly into Jaskier's eyes.
Pretend boyfriends fic, with battling bards, well-meaning friends, and fluff and angst in equal measure.
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26 May 2021
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Jaskier is throwing up flowers and refuses to tell Geralt who has afflicted him so. As Geralt grapples with Jaskier's impending death, he comes to terms with a few things himself.
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“Who’s the unlucky woman?” Geralt asks, stepping into the firelight.
Jaskier starts, dandelions spilling from his hands. He hastily brushes them away. “Gods, Geralt, must you always sneak up on me? This is why you have an image problem, you know. Don’t get me wrong, the whole tall, dark, and murderous vibe is fantastic -- really brings out the color of your eyes -- but the skulking tips you firmly into the realm of, well, somewhat unhinged.”
Geralt only glares at Jaskier, waiting for him to tire himself out, and sets about roasting the fowl.
“Anyway, killing my beloved won’t cure me,” Jaskier continues blithely, “so don’t even think about it. Not all problems can be solved by whacking away at them with those oversized butter knives you carry around.” He settles cross-legged next to the fire with his lute balanced across his knees and strums a few chords.
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