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    At the corner of the inn, shrouded in darkness, was a cloaked man. His hair, peeking from his hood, was white but dirty, he was drinking from a mug and pointedly kept his eyes on it, refusing to raise his face.

    Jaskier gave a longing look to a free table right beside a window, where the light from the sun hit just right and promised a warm seat, and headed towards the dark cold spot where the other sat.

    “Love the way you just… sit in the corner and brood.”

     The other’s eyes shifted towards the side as he scowled.

     “I’m here to drink alone.”

     Oh, well, always lovely company, my kind.

     “Oh, come on, it’s rare to cross paths lately, with all of us dying out and whatnot.”

     

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    Jaskier is a Witcher, from the school of the cat, things go differently.

    This Fic is now beta'd! All chapters have been updated!

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    When Visenna's latest child is born, she expects him to be a druid like her, like all her children before him. She expects him to be calm, and quiet, and gentle. She expects him to be receptive to her magic, her teachings. More than anything, she expects him to be obedient.

    Things don't quite work out that way.

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    When Geralt is a young witcher, he loves to sing. Love songs and ballads and ridiculous little ditties, it doesn't matter. He delights in using his voice, in making beautiful music. But then he's given the "gift" of jewels falling from his mouth whenever he speaks. A gift that kings would kill for. Would certainly hurt a lowly mutant for.

    He doesn't much like to sing, after that.

    (Written for Geralt Whump Week, Day 3: Cursed)

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    Love the twisted fairytale bit of this, and the distorted happy fairytale that get written off the original that Geralt lived.

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    Jaskier is in the next town down a random road, out of the town Roach had been stabled in at the bottom of the mountain, and his chest aches and aches and aches, the way it did before he met Geralt, the way it did every time they were apart. When they met it was a revelation how well Geralt could fill that emptiness, and Jaskier stayed with him for twenty years. Twenty. Years. Despite the harsh words. Despite the way he sometimes heard Jaskier and looked as if he’d just eaten a lemon. Despite the fact that Jaskier knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the witcher tolerated Jaskier because of someone he'd already fucking lost.

    or: Jaskier's got a curse he can't seem to get broken properly, and Geralt has to mourn a person who's standing right in front of him.

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    Geralt is always the first one to come home for the winter. No matter how early Eskel arrives, he can expect to find his husband already there, waiting for him. He can expect warmth and kisses and a year's worth of stories from the Path.

    Except, one winter, Geralt doesn't come home first.

    Except, one winter, Geralt doesn't come home at all.

    Except, one winter, the ghost of a small child asks Eskel to play with him.

    (Written for Geralt Whump Week, Day 7: Kaer Morhen)

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    15 Jun 2021

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    Interesting ghost dynamics, and fucked up everyone.