13 Jan 2020
“And what do you want in return? Your freedom? Your safety?”
Jaskier didn’t flinch from her scorn and Geralt could see his knuckles go white with the force of his grip around the small vial. “Save him.”
The mage stared at him for a beat before letting out a burst of laughter that echoed off the wall like the flutter of vultures wings. “All this trouble for the Witcher?” she asked incredulously, “Tell me, boy, do you really think he would do the same for you? That he cares at all what happens to the bard who follows after him like a lost puppy?” She stepped forward, confident as a soldier preparing his death blow. “Oh, I know who you are, bard. I watched you trailing after the Witcher, eager for every scrap of affection or interest he’ll toss your way. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
Jaskier was breathing heavily now, jaw clenched tight enough that Geralt could see the muscles fluttering with effort.
“Were you hoping this ill-conceived rescue mission would be enough to make him finally notice you?” she murmured with a mocking smile, “Poor little bard--always singing of love but never truly experiencing it.”
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20 Feb 2020
When Jaskier is cursed to always speak his mind, he and Geralt are forced to journey together to fix it before it gets him killed...if they can find the culprit in time. From traveling through swamps and fighting bandits to attending elegant banquets, the road ahead will not be easy.
Slash, post-fight fix-it fic! Ended up being a lot more than it says on the tin, as we’re now delving into the second installment. Chapters 1-17 are what I consider to be the start-conclusion of the truth spell fic. After that, a new journey begins!
14 Feb 2020
Jaskier doesn't want to deal with his witcher in the aftermath of the dragon hunt, so he wanders, finding himself back home with his best friend. She decides in turn to drag him on several adventures of their own, but several years later Jaskier hears word of Geralt being in danger, and with new allies at his back returns for his witcher.
18 Feb 2020
The one closest to him raised his trembling sword with a panicked expression at the unexpected violence. “Wh--what the fuck? You’re just a bard.”
Jaskier’s smile was more a baring of his teeth, made more alarming with the blood sprayed across his skin and clothing. “You’re first mistake was believing that.”
Geralt and Jaskier are ambushed by a pack of mercenaries. It was really their fault for believing the yellow eyed Witcher was the only threat.