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Lambert finds a bard - a dying bard - and brings him to Kaer Morhen. After all, it wouldn't do to leave Geralt's bard to die in a bandit camp.
If only they knew what was wrong with him, and how to heal it.
08 Jun 2020
A tale of when the day followed the night, and when the night gradually learned of the warmth that could be provided to it...
Or... Geralt reluctantly allows Jaskier to follow him, falls in love (but don't tell him that) and is very confused by the concept of someone appreciating his company.
08 Jun 2020
’But if Geralt was as unyielding as a tired mule then Jaskier was a fucking dragon.’
A short, indulgent piece about Jaskier looking after his Witcher.
26 Jul 2020
Bookmarked by Lucifer_in
23 Nov 2022
“Jaskier,” Geralt started, somewhat hesitantly, though he already knew the answer to his question. “Is that… are you wearing my shirt?”
Jaskier blinked guilelessly down at his (Geralt’s) shirt. He and Geralt were of a height, but Jaskier was far leaner, so it hung off of one of his pale shoulders and exposed his collarbone for all the world to see. It wasn’t fitted like his doublets were, so the rest of his chest was concealed by billowy fabric, but the fit of it was still enough to have Geralt’s pants tightening uncomfortably.
“No, of course not. Are you accusing me of theft?” he shot back mildly. “Because that is a heinous crime I would never, ever commit, and frankly, I’m offended by your accusation. I cannot believe that you’d stoop to asking such a blatantly rude question.”
or, two times jaskier steals geralt's shirts, and one time geralt does something about it