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    When the days shorten and the trees shrug off their rusty coats Jaskier knows it is time to head towards Oxenfurt. They are somewhere in Temeria on their way to the little village of Anchor. Any day now, Geralt will feel a particular chill in the air and instinctively steer them towards the Pontar. There, Jaskier will steel himself and make some noise about the cold or the stinginess of the crowd – a prelude to his annual soliloquy about how it is about time he heads towards the harbouring arms of the university and its candelabra’d comforts: sans dirt, sans drowner guts, and sans Witcher.

    He strums his lute and sings, “Oh White Wolf, I fear if you do not hear my plea for an ear to my woe, I shall have to go bare, and just so we’re clear, my pants’ll be the first things to go.”

    Roach huffs, and a coin comes sailing towards him, hitting him in the forehead.

    “Fucking ow, you fuck.”

    Geralt snorts. “Just tossing a coin to my barker.”

    Jaskier is going to miss him so much.

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    Dear Reader, I present to you a tale of love, the value of faith and communication, and quite a ridiculous amount of horse content.

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    19 Jan 2021

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    18 Jan 2021

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    Jaskier and Eskel love Geralt more than life. Their love languages are so tender and pure. Plus, you know, drunken threesomes. Somehow still unbearably sweet.

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    "Hello, Julian," Yennefer says coolly. "Listen carefully. We are only having this conversation because it’d make Geralt happy and I'm the best wife in the fucking world. You and I should have sex."

    Jaskier says, "I'm going to need you to elaborate."

    Or: Geralt's biggest fantasy is to watch someone else fuck his wife. What kind of best friend would Jaskier be if he didn't lend a hand?

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    17 Jan 2021

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    This wasn't what I expected but I was totally drawn in. It's heavy on the Yen/Jaskier though the Geralt/Jaskier is poignant when it happens. A beautiful, unvarnished exploration of love, friendship and longing from up close.

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    Geralt is no longer the Butcher of Blaviken. But when Jaskier is taken and tortured by soldiers from Nilfgaard, his tightly held morality frays at the edges. Joined by Lambert and Eskel, he sets out to rescue Jaskier and slaughter the men foolish enough to harm him. Nilfgaard was prepared for the rage of the White Wolf. They aren't prepared for his brothers.

    Because Jaskier belongs to all the wolves of Kaer Morhen, and they will raze kingdoms to keep him safe.

    Takes place after If I Starve, but can be read as a standalone. All relationships besides Geralt/Jaskier are platonic.

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    16 Jan 2021

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    Thoroughly enjoyed the vengeance in this fic. *grins maniacally* Don't touch the bard!

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    Geralt cocked his head to the side curiously to regard the chittering fox caught in the hunter's trap. The beast had deep chestnut fur and eerily bright blue eyes. He knelt, and the creature hissed at him, baring his teeth in fear.
    "I mean you no harm," he rumbled, hands palm-up. His swords were at his campsite, regardless. He reached forward slowly, and the fox didn't move, though it's teeth remained bared. It was a simple matter to pry open the trap, and the fox leapt away, chattering its teeth at him. Their eyes met for a long moment, amber to fantastical blue, and the fox dashed off.
    Sighing faintly, hands resting on his knees, Geralt bowed his head tiredly. He rolled his neck to crack it, and rose to his feet to shuffle his way back to his camp.
    Set out neatly next to his bedroll were three cleanly gutted rabbits, and Geralt paused in surprise. Roach whinnied softly, and stamped a hoof. A crown of golden wheat rested primly between her ears.
    Ah. Fae, then. Services paid for services rendered. Hopefully the fae would consider them even, now, but something in him doubted it.

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    14 Jan 2021

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    Clever reworking of all the major events. A fun read.

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