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    It’s been two weeks since Geralt shouted Jaskier away from him on that mountain and Jaskier has been handling it like a champ by forlornly wandering alone in the wilderness with his lute. When he (literally) stumbles across an injured white wolf he decides to take a chance and see if he can help it, appreciating the irony of the situation but not quite realizing why it is that the wolf’s golden eyes look exactly like his Witcher’s...

    Inspired by @kayivy's lovely art on tumblr

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    04 Feb 2020

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    Fleeing across a war-torn Cintra on her quest to find Geralt of Rivia, Ciri finds... not Geralt.

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    “I want you to let me go!” She snapped, and pulled her arm from his grasp. He let her go easily. “It’s, it’s no business of yours what I am doing,” she declared, every inch royalty in her moment. It fled her the next, leaving a scared little girl in its wake. “Please, let me be.”

    “I can’t,” Jaskier replied instantly, and he found he meant it. “Let me help you,” he said.

    After a long, squint-eyed moment of suspicion, her chin thrust up defiantly.

    “I won’t lie on my back for you.”

    “Lie on your-- no,” he retched, horrified, but her face remained as it had, cagey, untrusting, jaded. “Princess, no. I want nothing so vile from you, I promise you. You must leave this place, immediately. You need accompaniment,” he pressed, even as she shook her head. “You- you need to find Geralt of Rivia!”

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    29 Jan 2020

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    “For you!” Julian cried, shoving a fistful of weeds in Renfri’s direction, his smile wide and carefree.
    Renfri carefully took them in her hands that were only shaking a little bit now, smearing red onto green stems and yellow petals.

    Julian clambered into the bed beside her and crawled halfway onto her lap. “I got you flowers, ‘cause you’re so pretty like them!”

    “These aren’t flowers, they’re weeds.” Renfri told him, rolling her eyes but allowing the contact with ease. Somedays it seemed like Julian was the only person in the entire castle who wasn’t afraid of her.

    “They look like flowers.” He said, crinkling his nose.

    “They’re dandelions,” Renfri informed her brother with a tiny smile, “They grow everywhere, even places they perhaps shouldn’t. That’s why they’re a weed.”

    “Perhaps they’re a little like you,” She teased, “Growing in even the scariest of places with no fear.” Like a monster’s heart, she doesn’t say.

    “Like a superpower!” Julian gasped.

    Renfri separated one dandelion from the little clutch and reached out to tuck it behind a little ear. “For the stubborn hero, Jaskier.

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    28 Jan 2020

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    I brought a dead princess back to life through the power of song is the kind of thing that would have got an eyebrow raise even from the stone-faced Geralt of Rivia, so it's a good thing he and Geralt will probably never see each other again.

    (or: the one where Jaskier channels magic through his songs, and it almost never goes as expected.)

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    27 Jan 2020

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    Silence reigned between them. Outside there was the dull sound of training swords clashing and Jaskier turned his gaze towards the window, watching the sky outside. 

    “I’m-- sorry.” Geralt said. It sounded truly remorseful. 

    Jaskier took a deep breath and then tipped himself slightly to the side, pressing his shoulder against the witcher’s. 

    “I know.” 

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    Vignettes of Jaskier's life after the last episode - a fix-it fic.

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    26 Jan 2020