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    "Jaskier, you fucking idiot!" Geralt snarls at him, snatching Jaskier by the front of his doublet and all but shaking him. "Succubus venom drives men mad with lust. If you stay..."

    He doesn't finish, but he doesn't have to. Jaskier understands perfectly well.

    May I offer you a fuck or die fic in these trying times?

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    After Jaskier’s father disowns him, confiscates all his possessions— including Filavandrel’s lute— and kicks him out with nothing but the clothes on his back, Jaskier spends a long, hungry winter barely surviving. When he reunites with Geralt in the spring, his witcher is determined to get his lute back, even if it means recruiting his fellow witchers to stage a heist.

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    "Deep in the wilds of the eastern reaches of Kerack, not quite to Brokilon, but where the trees are tall and dense, a small hut sits at the edge of the old growth forest, with wide plank floors and a tightly thatched roof..."

    A Witcher retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, with self-indulgent language and a healthy dose of pining.

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    “How much did you use?” Geralt growls, teeth finding a new home in Jaskier’s neck.

    Jaskier hums happily and tips his head to the other side so Geralt can peruse the real estate over there, too.

    “Concentrate, Jaskier! How much did you use?” Water sloshes over the sides of the tub as Geralt hoists him halfway out, then pulls him back down so they’re sitting flush, Jaskier’s thighs thrown wide over Geralt’s.

    “Hm,” Jaskier says, a little dreamily. He gestures at the empty bottle on the floor. “How much was in there?”

    Geralt swears in what sounds like Elder tongue.

    Speaking of tongues…

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    Jaskier is left feeling rejected and a bit stupid, without even a good morose romantic drama to wallow in. It lacks poetry, in his opinion. Bad composition all around.

    Or: after the fight on the mountain, Jaskier and Geralt eventually find their way back to each other.

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