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    U KNOW WHO U R

    You know why I do this.

    All the fics I write for you, my darling enabler. <3

    To my Beta, enabler, and dearest friend ShakyHades.

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    According to Jaskier, they've lived this day almost a hundred times. Geralt doesn't remember any of them.

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    "Jaskier," he says, and Jaskier freezes mid-struggle and tips his head back against the tree to look up at him.

    "Geralt," he says, his eyes hazy and his voice a low rumble. Geralt looks at him in silence, not sure what to say. "Oh, my handsome wolf, come to eat me up?"

    Jaskier is definitely not in his right mind.

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    Jaskier doesn’t actually know how much time has passed since the black-cloaked Nilfgaardians grab him after a performance in a shitty tavern in the backcountry of northern Kaedwen. He’d assumed--foolishly, apparently--that he was far enough north that any Nilfgaardian soldiers would be few and far between, likely just scouts or even deserters. It would have been hard to actually get any further north--the little backwater town where he’d been singing was just a day from the mountains. Anymore travel, and he’d find himself skirting the Trail up to Kaer Morhen, the Warlord’s Keep, and, well. He’s brazen, but not that brazen.

    (or: a wandering bard bites off more than he can chew with the political ballads, accidentally makes friends with a princess in exile, and finds the Warlord of the North in his debt.)

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    “Look,” Jaskier says, holding his hands up in surrender as he slowly approaches the wolf. “I’m really just trying to help you. It’s the least I can do for you saving those people, but honestly, I can’t do much if you bite my hands off.”

    The wolf, which stands nearly half Jaskier’s height and is bleeding heavily where the crossbow bolt is sticking out of its leg, bares its teeth and snarls.
     
    “Oh, knock it off,” Jaskier grumbles irritably. “I’ve been growled at plenty; you don’t scare me.” 

    Six months after Jaskier leaves Geralt on the mountain, he finds another white wolf.

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    Jaskier peers up at Geralt with wide, shining eyes, his smile a trembling little thing as he whispers, “Contrary to popular belief, dear Witcher, I do not set out to get myself hurt.”

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