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Must Brave the Thorns by inexplicifics
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Original Work
20 Jan 2022
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Twenty years ago, the Warlord of the North came down out of the mountains and slew the king of Kaedwen, taking crown and kingdom for his own. Everyone expected him to be overthrown almost immediately, but he has only grown ever more secure in his position. Finally, the other countries around Kaedwen have begun to negotiate with him as they would any other king.
To seal the new treaty between Redania and the Warlord, Lady Milena de Roggeven, third daughter of the Duke of Roggeven, has been sent to marry whichever of the Warlord’s men he chooses.
Milena is starkly terrified of everything about her new husband; every rumor she has ever heard about the barbarians of the north seems worse than the last, and Lambert clearly despises the very thought of marriage.
Lambert of the Wolves is still grieving his lost lover, dead more than three years now. The last thing he wants is to be married off to a terrified stranger, and he can’t imagine why Geralt and Eskel think he of all people is suited to a diplomatic marriage.
And neither of them suspects the treachery that lies behind the treaty which binds them together.
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- Part 1 of Wolfblood
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07 Jun 2026
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In Search of Wanting by Anonymous
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
29 May 2026
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The barn smells like shit.
Lambert glares at the frozen ground, the frost creeping over the dirt floor. The dirt is frozen, which means the shit on the dirt is frozen, which means winter is crawling closer, day by day. Which means heading north.
It also means that the boy who showed him to the barn to sleep in can't shovel the shit out of the barn because it's stuck fast. Hence the smell. A chicken chirrs from the rafters above, and fluffs itself up, nestling closer to its flock, roosted and tucked close for warmth.
Tucked close for warmth. There's a thought.
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30 May 2026
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The plan is this:
He will note all the things that annoy Geralt, and he will stop doing them, and then Geralt will want him around.
It will work. It has to work, because Jaskier cannot be left behind.
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- Part 1 of The Thing With Feathers
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23 May 2026
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Getting stuck in Kaedwen in winter had never been on Jaskier's plan. It's cold, they don't appreciate his music and nobody likes their national beverage anyway. The only redeeming thing Kaedwen has is Kaer Morhen, so Jaskier does what any reasonable bard would do in this situation: he decides to charm his way into Kaer Morhen to hibernate with Geralt and the other witchers. If nothing it will be an experience no human has ever had, fuel for songs and poems for years to come, while finally teaching him a thing or two about witchers he's just dying to know.
Curiosity tended to kill the cat, but Jasker had always seen himself as more of a bird anyway.
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13 May 2026
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A Soft Touch With A Firm Hand by Literate_Wolverine
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
13 Nov 2021
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“How old are you, anyway?”
Yellow eyes flicked wryly up to him. “Old enough to be more than your father, pup. C’mon, start putting your shit away.” The witcher stood, gathering their first pile of things— for the desk and its drawers— and neatly depositing them.
“That’s not a number.” The bard smiled sweetly, eyes narrow, in the way Geralt said made him look like a little butcherbird: darling but violent-minded. “Don’t get shy now; you don’t look a day over seventy, dear-heart.”
Geralt reached over and tugged his earlobe for the impertinence. “Cheeky, but close.”
Jaskier laughed. Everything but his husband’s white hair looked to be late-thirties, perhaps forty; an excruciatingly fit, well-kept forty, but the shallow lines in his face and the fullness of his physique gave him away somewhat.
“Fifty? Fifty-five? I’m not going to catch a case of the vapors, Geralt.” Jaskier made a point to keep his expression playful, despite the flush of embarrassment that crawled up his neck to color his face. He liked it, and Geralt knew that he liked it, so there was no shame in discussing it. Particularly when it kept the conversation away from why he liked it.
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- Part 2 of A Decade In The Sun
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13 May 2026