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Better Love by melancholymango
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
04 Apr 2020
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“Seriously, Jaskier, do you really think that Geralt would let just anyone follow him around for years? That man is an impenetrable fortress, he has walls built up around his heart that no one has scaled in the near-century he’s been alive. No one but you. The bard, plain and human, nothing particularly interesting about him-”
“Hey!”
“And yet, here you are. One of the two people in this entire universe that has caught and held Geralt of Rivia’s attention for longer than a fortnight.” Yennefer finishes firmly, ignoring his interjection. Jaskier slowly closes his mouth, tries to swallow around his weighty tongue. “He loves you, Jaskier. Maybe he doesn’t even realize it, maybe it’s a different kind of love entirely, but make no mistake, what Geralt feels for you is just as strong and all-encompassing as what he feels for me.”
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aka the fic where Yennefer and Jaskier bond over their shared love for Geralt and their utter inability to confess it. And somewhere along the way, they end up falling in love with each other.
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(when you just can't seem) to shake the weight of living by WingedQuill
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
07 Feb 2022
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Geralt's muscles heave backwards, flinging him down against the bed. He tries to struggle upwards but it feels like he’s been buried beneath a mountain. Every inch of him is pressed completely still. His eyes close, and he’s left in the dark with nothing but his racing heart for company. He’s not tired, he’s never been less tired. But the curse wants him to sleep, it seems. It’ll force him to lie here until he does. How much of his life will it start to control, now that he’s declared war against it? Now that he knows it’s lurking in his bones, now that it doesn’t have to be subtle?
He swallows. Takes a long, deep breath, gathering every bit of courage he has to stop himself from slipping back into panic. He still has control over his lungs. He still has that.
For now.
(Or: Witchers don't retire. They stay on the Path until it kills them. They hunt monsters and they want nothing from life. This isn't exactly by choice.)
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They were best friends, once.
(Pre-Omnic Crisis. Soldier program era fic.)
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“Jesse,” she asked, and her voice was as dry as the wind that carried the sand away from where they were, staring at each other as if on a stand off. She felt it, then, when something shifted, when the theatrics were carried away by the breeze, and suddenly it was no longer Ashe and McCree - they were two young kids, trying to carve a home in the wild wild west of the world. Her voice was steady, but her fingers trembled. “What do you want?”
“Why, Liz,” he said softly, and took a step closer that felt as if he had crossed an ocean of distance. His voice was hoarse, but he was soft as the breeze. “I came here for you.”
Or: A tale of getting lost, getting hurt, and finding love in between.
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"But you know, I rather like the idea of you as one of those beasts. Wouldn't that look nice for the clan, Hanzo? A living, breathing dragon, chained to a post in the gardens."
(Art included!)