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    Anakin has had a hard life, so once he dies he should be able to find peace, right?

    One might think that, and while the potential is there, that's not what happens.

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    Some normal and not-so-normal adventures in the life of one Darcy Lewis.
    But mostly not-so-normal.

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    Just some questions that I can't seem to find answers for. Perhaps someone else *cough*you*cough* knows?

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    Strength and loyalty, from thee for thee.

    Soren and Claudia have so much potential, they just have to work together to see it.

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    "The Witcher's bought a room for the night, and says he'll pay double for anyone who can bed him without stinking of fear the whole time."

    "Oh, I've fucking got this," Jaskier promised.
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    Or, the one where Jaskier works in a brothel and falls head over heels for the stoic, not-actually-that-scary Witcher who comes in requesting his services.

    Geralt doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

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    “And what do you want in return?  Your freedom? Your safety?”

    Jaskier didn’t flinch from her scorn and Geralt could see his knuckles go white with the force of his grip around the small vial.  “Save him.”

    The mage stared at him for a beat before letting out a burst of laughter that echoed off the wall like the flutter of vultures wings.  “All this trouble for the Witcher?” she asked incredulously, “Tell me, boy, do you really think he would do the same for you? That he cares at all what happens to the bard who follows after him like a lost puppy?”  She stepped forward, confident as a soldier preparing his death blow. “Oh, I know who you are, bard. I watched you trailing after the Witcher, eager for every scrap of affection or interest he’ll toss your way. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

    Jaskier was breathing heavily now, jaw clenched tight enough that Geralt could see the muscles fluttering with effort.

    “Were you hoping this ill-conceived rescue mission would be enough to make him finally notice you?” she murmured with a mocking smile, “Poor little bard--always singing of love but never truly experiencing it.”

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  3. Public Bookmark 49

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    Valdo,
    You’re a scheming pile of horse dung, and, quite frankly, I hope you die.
    No regards,
    Jaskier

    Or- Letters between Julian Alfred Pankratz and his bastard older half-brother, Valdo Marx, over the course of twenty years

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    12 Aug 2020

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    I am very unfortunately reminded of the incident when you were five and were determined to believe that buttercups were both edible and the only thing that you wished to eat; I am certain that to this day the brain damage from the amount of- may I remind you extremely poisonous- buttercups you consumed before someone noticed and stopped you is the cause of your numerous lapses in judgement.
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    You seem to take great delight in the reception of things addressed to me, given your repeated mentions of eating biscuits gifted to me. Continue to eat them: I don’t care. I have been eating the ones she sent to you in retaliation.

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    Yennefer and Geralt are terrible patients. Jaskier takes care of them anyway.

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    12 Aug 2020

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    “What’s the bet that Geralt’s run off to sublimate his feelings by fulfilling that drowner contract that we all agreed was a huge waste of time?” he says.

     

    “No bet,” Yennefer says. “That’ll be exactly what he’s doing.”
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    Make sure that all of Geralt’s gear is present, though if you happen to leave his clothes behind-”

     

    “It’s a sacrifice we’re both willing to make,” Jaskier says.
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    “Oh, wonderful. Just perfect,” he says, kneeling by the Witcher and peering at his face, trying to ascertain whether or not he’s fatally poisoned himself yet.
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    As soon as he hits the covers, Geralt curls himself around Yennefer, which is frankly adorable and Jaskier is going to bring that up as soon as both of them are better just to see Geralt not-blush at it.
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    How does it feel to have the same emotional intelligence as a Witcher?”

     

    Yennefer huffs at him, but doesn’t say anything back, which Jaskier takes as confirmation that he’s won this round.

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    A series in which Jaskier is (unknowingly) a dragon and is (forcibly) adopted by Borch, post Rare Species.
    Containing cute baby dragons, an extremely oblivious Jaskier, an exasperated Borch, a Yennefer in the throes of scientific discovery, and a Geralt who is not not freaking out.

    A brief chronological timeline:
    -Simmering (with some of the later parts overlapping with Shining)
    -Shining (Mourning and Relieving take place during this story)
    -Hoarding
    -Vibing

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    12 Aug 2020

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    He’s- ok, so in all honesty he’s been coping with life’s upheavals (and actually, fuck Destiny so much) by imagining that he’s just a normal human, under some kind of curse. Like Pavetta’s husband! Only infinitely more handsome.
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    He regrets trusting his fate to Destiny, because she has proved herself to be a stonehearted bitch
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    Geralt can take care of those with one hand tied behind his back, black-out drunk, and with a mild concussion. Somehow, Geralt had not been eager to have that experience turned into a song, but that just proves his point.
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    Jaskier is getting the sinking suspicion that he’s somehow ended up in the middle of a catfight without realising it.
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    Jaskier might be a fool, but he himself hates that stallion, though for no discernible reason apart from Roach’s impeccable taste in people and a strange sense of loyalty.
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    If he survives long enough, Jaskier vows to create a Witcher to non-Witcher dictionary, so that no one else has to suffer as he has. The section on ‘hmm’ will probably take four volumes on its own).
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    Nonetheless, the injured birds have stopped coming. Not that Jaskier thinks that Ciri has stopped saving them! No, he just thinks that she’s getting Yennefer to portal her to Cintra and dropping them off with Mousesack.
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    Jaskier was utterly delighted once he discovered what a nerd Geralt is
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    Geralt watches over both of them from the corner, wood shavings scattered around his feet as he patiently carves a small figurine; to Jaskier’s eyes, it looks like a horse. Possibly Roach. And that is just too adorable. So much so that he keeps getting distracted
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    Geralt seems to delight in creeping up on him unnoticed. One day, Jaskier vows, he will be able to do the same thing, and once that day comes Geralt will know no peace.
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    Yennefer sits carefully at one of the rickety tables, barely avoiding a dozen splinters and probably tetanus to boot.
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    Geralt does long-suffering so well; it must be a talent.
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    Piotr sighed, feeling very old, despite being the same age as Lady Aniela.