Its_the_quenchiest_stuff



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    “How did you manage,” asked Geralt, with infinite patience and only a desire to know the facts, and not at all a little meanhearted glee, “to insult a sorcerer while his tongue was down your throat?”

    Don’t make me recount the entire sordid affair, Geralt,” said Jaskier, with a surprising note of desperation breaking through his gruff monotone. “I’m already having a rather shit day and all I’ve done so far is wake up.”

    “In my body,” said Geralt.

    “Yes,” said Jaskier, with the insolent cadence that was unmistakably Jaskier’s, but in Geralt’s voice, emerging from Geralt’s face and frame.

    “And I’ve got yours,” said Geralt, from Jaskier’s.

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    It becomes a habit to keep an eye on the front door every Wednesday. Jaskier told him after the second week that he tries to grab the flowers on his lunch break. It’s how he found the shop in the first place.

    “I tutor a kid near here,” he tells Eskel as he watches the florist trim the thorns off some David Austen roses. “He’s a menace, but his mom wants him to learn piano and is willing to pay for all the grey hairs I’m getting.”

    “You play piano?”

    “And a few other instruments. My favorite is the lute.”

    Eskel grins a little. “A lute? Do you moonlight as a bard too?”
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    Or, a florist AU with enough misunderstandings and pining to fill an entire season of a CW show.

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    23 Feb 2021

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    This fic is written for tumblr artist @spielzeugkaiser‘s beautiful art. (link in notes)

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    “I keep thinking about a post mountain scenario with Geralt and Ciri on the run from Nilfgaard, battered and tired and somehow ending up on the court of Lettenhove, with a not unacquainted Viscount, who acts like they've never met before. (I want political subterfuge, I want Geralt placing his trust in a man whose heart he shattered, who's acting cold and detached but is so, so good inside, I'M-)”

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    20 Feb 2021

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    Jaskier works in the Kaer Morhen stables and pines for Eskel. There is a masquerade approaching where Eskel will choose a spouse. Jaskier knows he cannot attend as a guest and would never be accepted as an appropriate match for the witcher. But then he is faced with an unexpected opportunity. One lovely night. One dance. That’s not too much to ask, right?

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    Eskel pushed open the door of the stable and at the sight of his dark hair and scarred face, the stableboy felt as though someone had released a thousand butterflies into his gut. A stupid, involuntary grin spread on his face.

    You see, the stableboy loved Eskel. As far as he was concerned, Eskel was more beautiful than anything else in Kaer Morhen. He was more lovely than the groves of pines surrounding the keep. He was more breathtaking than the view from the eastern balcony at sunset.

    He was patient. Kind. Funny. Easy going. When Eskel was around, life felt softer. Safer. Or maybe Jaskier was just better able to bear its hard edges in Eskel’s calming, competent presence.

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    19 Feb 2021

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    When a witcher visits Ban Gleán he's only there for two reasons. Contracts, and The Midnight Lantern. The Madame of the brothel knew that every time a witcher was in town, he would undoubtedly stop by for a night or two.

    And so when you were called up to the front, your heart raced.

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    19 Jan 2021

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