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Jophiel loved spending time with Azazel. There was no point in trying to justify the reasoning anymore—he hadn’t done that in centuries. It wasn’t for intel or just to keep an eye out. It was simply because he liked Azazel’s company. And it was nights like tonight that had him smiling without a care. Just him, a nice glass of red, and Azazel. It was truly the best way to spend the night.
Was being the key word, the lovely night suddenly interrupted.or
Jophiel finds out what made Azazel Fall (and who it was he Fell for).
[Jophiel's POV]Series
- Part 2 of hallowed be thy name
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Oh, how Azazel lived for simple nights like tonight. Perfectly clear skies, moonlight shining through the windows. He and Jophiel lazily drinking in the back of his shop, just talking about whatever came to mind, both able to let their guards down. It was his favorite way to pass the time between assignments. It was nice. It was perfect.
He really shouldn’t have been surprised when it didn’t last. He was used to things not going his way, after all.or
Jophiel finds out what made Azazel Fall (and who it was he Fell for).
[Azazel's POV]Series
- Part 1 of hallowed be thy name
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Aziraphale fantasized about kissing Crowley, he couldn’t deny it. He thought of different scenarios: of dancing in the bookshop, of soft looks at the Ritz, of long walks in St. James’ Park. They all ended the same—with one of them finally confessing, finally saying the words neither of them ever dared to speak, let alone dared to believe to be true.
None of his fantasies were like this.or
Aziraphale says no to the Metatron's offer
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"Ughh—I just had the blasted thing!" Jophiel snapped, stomping around the shop and looking under chairs. "It's a heavenly phone! How is it even possible to lose it?"
Azazel was on the other side of the shop, looking around the floor for the missing device. "You're guess is as good as mine, dear."or
Azazel sees the picture Jophiel has as their contact photo.
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Aziraphale hadn’t seen Crowley in years. After that stunt the demon pulled with the laudanum, he was pulled down to hell, no doubt for some sort of punishment for saving that young girl. Aziraphale tried to wait for awhile, hoping maybe Crowley wouldn’t be gone for too long. After two months of checking the graveyard every day, however, Aziraphale had to get back to his own assignments, much to his disappointment and worry.
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Crowley comes to the bookshop after his punishment for Edinburgh. Aziraphale helps him.
(Prompts 15 and 17 for Whumptober 2023)Series
- Part 7 of Whumptober 2023
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don't tell me we've grown (for having loved) by SummerFrost
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
03 Jul 2020
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According to Jaskier, they've lived this day almost a hundred times. Geralt doesn't remember any of them.
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The alchemist held a bottle of thunderbolt up to the window. The green liquid shimmered in the light.
“Your potions allow Witchers to achieve incredible feats. What would happen if a human took them?”
“Nothing good,” Geralt said bluntly.
“Hmm. I would be remiss as a scientist if I did not test the theory myself.”
Geralt snarled as the alchemist approached Jaskier, holding the bottle of thunderbolt, intentions clear.
Day 6: "No grave can hold my body down," medical restraints, pinned to the wall
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- Part 6 of Whumptober 2025
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You Say You Need No One, Yet Here We Are by ArcticKiss
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
10 Feb 2020
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“Oh shit,” Jaskier muttered. He crawled as far back into his little shelter as he could fit. He hadn’t planned for this to happen. He hadn’t thought this through at all. He didn’t know what to do next.
In the blink of an eye, the monster had rounded his shield of roots and was staring directly at him.
Now he’d never know what that look in Geralt’s eyes meant, that quick glance he had chosen to direct at Jaskier when it appeared he’d had less than a second left to live himself.
Jaskier’s hands were clenched at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around his head and make himself as small as possible. But if he was going to die anyway, he wasn’t going to spend his last moments curled up in a frightened little ball.
Or, Geralt is doing a fine job of pretending being followed around by a pining bard does nothing but annoy him, until Jaskier gets hurt.Series
- Part 1 of Bewitchered
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29 Oct 2025
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Geralt remembered a fight, years before, when his leg had been broken. The bone had broken in two places; his knee had shattered. The pain had lasted for days. That had been nine – ten years ago. The bard had been a child then. A tiny child, unable to walk, unable to think from pain. Because of him. It was hard to breathe. When he thought about it too much, it got hard to breathe.
Jaskier has always known he has a soulmate; a soulmate who is in pain a frankly concerning amount of the time. Geralt isn't sure if he believes that old superstition that witchers have no soulmates, but he knows he isn't bonded to anyone. He is alone, and he likes it that way.
Or, soulmates feel each other's pain and Jaskier is not having a good time.
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In Formido Veritas by PenAndInkPrincess
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
06 Feb 2022
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“Sh,” Geralt soothes, rocking Jaskier slightly on instinct as he gathers him closer. He has to fight back his own rage when he catches sight of the rope burns around Jaskier’s wrists, the skin angry and red, some places so raw that blood is welling up.
“Geralt,” Jaskier says his name around a sob, and Geralt holds him tighter, resisting the urge to track down the man he just let go to crack his skull open like a fucking egg. “Geralt, the world is yelling. It’s yelling at me, Geralt.”
Geralt, at a loss for words on how to fix it, just tightens his arms further.
(after a run in with a spiked drink and an asshole who slipped it to him, Jaskier has a bad trip) (Geralt helps him through)
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- Part 3 of Veritas