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Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
23 Jul 2022
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Geralt has gone to knees in front of Jaskier, arms held behind him and chin raised high. He’s sitting on his heels, shoulders back. His posture is better than any submissive Jaskier has ever seen; like he has been waiting a long, long time.
Like it is all that he needs.
“Geralt,” Jaskier starts, but there are no more words in him right then.
Geralt’s eyes are still pitch black, and he is bleeding sluggishly from a dozen different wounds, whining low at the sound of his name. The potions help him in a fight, but they’re hard on his body, and he’s taken far too many of them if his eyes haven’t shifted back yet. He tilts his head to the side, exposing the column of his throat, and something sings through Jaskier that he cannot even begin to quell. Geralt is on his knees.
Geralt is on his knees for Jaskier.
“Oh, darling,” Jaskier says, reaching down to cup his cheek, watching the way his head lolls into the touch. His breathing starts to even out as Jaskier brushes the hair back from his face with his other hand, running gentle fingers over his brow. “You’ve been keeping secrets.”
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23 Jun 2025
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To a witcher, touch is almost never a good thing.
Touch means something or someone has gotten too close. Close enough to rend open the places where armour doesn’t protect the vulnerabilities underneath. Close enough to see the pulse where it beats just under the surface, to identify where to strike.
To Geralt, touch is everything beyond that, too. He craves the moments where touch doesn’t mean pain, damage, or potential death, but where it means safety and care. In a witcher’s life, those moments are far and few between.
Geralt bears it and watches the seasons change until he can take out that part of himself for winter, and let it breathe.He’s used to it, and he’s already endured it for decades when he meets Jaskier
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12 Jun 2025
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Sweeter Than Fiction by iam93percentstardust
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
12 Nov 2024
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There you stand, next to me
All at once, the rest is history
Your eyes are wider than distance
This life is sweeter than fiction~
At the end of it all, when the Witchers have united under Geralt’s name, when Geralt stands in front of them, when he tells them that in two days’ time they march for Ard Carraigh—
It’s Jaskier who first shouts his agreement, “White Wolf!”
The hall seems to hold its breath for a moment and then, a great rumble like thunder in the distance, coming from every voice in the hall, “White Wolf!”
Jaskier could swear, even though he’s only one of hundreds, that in that moment, Geralt looks directly at him, golden eyes burning into his soul.
Or: the first twenty years of the Warlord of the North's reign as documented by Jaskier of the Cats
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- Part 50 of Alle's Version
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A close-shorn beard can only mean one thing to a dwarf of the Longbeard clan: abiding grief. Thorin cut his beard short for the first time the day Erebor fell, and on that day he took an oath that he would seek no lover, take no care for his own beauty until Erebor be reclaimed. Yet the weekly ritual is draining, as each time he must commemorate all he lost, and the burnt beards of his forefathers.
Bilbo has no idea of any of this.
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