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my piece for @ witcher-fanzine

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Me?? Coming back two days before Sirens of the deep with geraskier fluff? Hell yeah-

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Happy regular platypus :)

(dont ask why some colors change the original file looks good to me)

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Aiden/Lambert enemies to (potential) friends where Aiden is the slightly prickly/suspicious one instead.

Aiden gets injured on a job. Now, if he would stop being so stubborn and let Lambert help him, that would be great!!

In a room on the estate of some forgettable Noble, two Witchers were glaring daggers at one another. One leaning against the stone wall of their room trying to keep his temper in check, the other sat on the edge of the bed and trying to ignore the throbbing coming from the deep (though thankfully no longer heavily bleeding) gash running from their shoulder blade to the bottom of their ribs as they continued unsuccessfully trying to wrap and tie the wound themselves.

Lambert bit the inside of his cheek, although a bitten off snarl still managed to escape, which the Cat returned with another slight hiss. If his brothers thought he was stubborn, he should try introducing them to this fucker.

"Look Cat, we both know that needs stitching. Either you let me help you, or you spend the night incredibly uncomfortable and then lose what pay you did get because you had the nerve to bleed all over this fuckers bed linens when that swallow wears off. Your choice."

A muscle jumped in Aiden's jaw. Bastard would pull something like that aswell. He'd already shorted them on payment and instead offered them a room for the night as an act of 'gratitude' (the extra guards down this corridor were just a coincidence, he was sure). He knew he shouldn't have shooed the Noble's healer - or rather, the healers apprentice - away when she came knocking but the poor girl was barely into the first years of womanhood and had smelled absolutely terrified. He'd dismissed her with equal parts pity and annoyance after barely five minutes; not wishing for any innocent human to be afraid of him but also not wanting his care to be left in the hands of somebody whose hands were visibly shaking from nerves. Meanwhile, this Wolf continued to stare him down, knowing Aiden only had one answer he could give and just waiting for him to cave for whatever reason. He crumpled the bandages into a ball and threw them onto the bed petulantly, "....Fine."

He moved to lay on his front, movements slow and stiff from both now aching muscles and the wound. And instantly stiffened as soon as Lambert pressed a hand to the bare skin next to it. "Try anything Wolf and I'll-"

"For fucks sake! If I was planning on offing you, I would've just left you back in that field. Not dragged your arse back here and then offer to put you back together." He sighed through his nose irritably as his eyes darted around the room before landing on something in the corner, "I've got an idea."

Lambert dragged the full length mirror across the floor until it was stood directly infront of the foot of the bed. Aiden's entire posture stiffened as he cocked an eyebrow from over his shoulder from where he'd lifted his head to see what this 'idea' was.

"Mind out the gutter, Cat. You flip yourself around and this way I can sew you up and stop you bleeding all over the floor more than you already have and you can stay safe in the knowledge I'm not about to try and shank you with a sewing needle, you paranoid fuck. That meet with your approval?"

Aiden chewed on his lip as he mulled this over before giving a slight grunt of assent and gingerly started to move again.

"Need a hand getting situated?"

Aiden flipped him off in response, trying to keep any outward hints of pain under control until his head was at the foot of the bed; chin resting on folded arms and eyes locked on the reflective surface, already tracking Lambert's every move as he prepared the needle and thread. Lambert for his part ignored the way the Cats chest was heaving alongside the stronger sting of pain and apprehension which now hung in the air. He had to fight the urge to pat the other on the shoulder like they were some sort of spooked animal when Aiden visibly tensed again at the bed dipping as Lambert took his place at Aiden's hip.

"You know this'll go easier if you relax."

"That's what he said." Aiden replied, waggling his eyebrows in the glass before seeming to remember himself and returning to stoney faced silence.

Lambert for his part let out a surprised bark of laughter at the joke, "Fuck's sake, don't make me laugh unless you want this turning out crooked. You ready?"

Aiden gave a sharp nod, "Just get it over with."

Lambert worked efficiently and silently, making sure to keep the stitches as neat as he could - Aiden may have pissed him off, but he wasn't quite petty enough to leave him with a messy scar because of it. Every time he raised his eyes he caught Aiden's own watching him in the mirror intently, jaw clenched tightly enough to break teeth although the rest of him seemed to be relaxing in small increments. Either he was just officially too exhausted to stay on full alert, or he was starting to believe Lambert's earlier insistence that he did just want to help.

"Done." He said, cutting the excess thread with one of his smaller knives and not missing the way Aiden briefly tensed again when Lambert leaned over him before he realised the Wolf was just reaching for the bandages, "Sit up, I'll wrap this and then you can sleep if you want."

Aiden looked from the bed and back at Lambert, obviously wondering the same thing which had crossed Lambert's mind. The handful of times they'd pragmatically teamed up to take on larger contracts they'd yet to share sleeping space, parting ways as soon as the job was complete and payment had been received. That wasn't exactly an option this time though. There was no town nearby and it was too late now to set up camp anywhere (plus, the thought of knowingly leaving the other injured in an unfamiliar place didn't sit well with Lambert, no matter how apparently innocent their hosts intentions. An injured Witcher was an easy target afterall).

"You stay in the bed. I'll meditate in the chair." Lambert said, tying off the bandage and settling in to do just that. Sword within easy reach.

"...You're sure?"

"Positive. I don't know if you noticed the looks they were throwing us earlier, but I don't trust these guards as far as I can throw them."

"I noticed. Wake me up in a couple of hours? You must be knackered too, we can take turns."

"I'm not the one who almost got flayed open. Just go the fuck to sleep." Lambert closed his eyes, listening as the other lay back down and shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position.

"Thanks... Lambert."

Lambert grunted in response, "Don't mention it Ca -... Aiden."

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yennskier, but it’s pre-transformation yennefer, because jaskier would be enamoured with her. he sees her violet eyes, coaxes out that sharp wit and knows that she deserves more.

so, he helps her run away from her abusive father - they probably stab him a couple of times in the process - before they embark on an adventure together.

and he showers her with adoration and love, and would have written countless ballads in honour of her strength, compassion, intelligence and beauty, because it’s nothing less than what she deserves <3

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For Geralt, Jaskier was a first flash of warm and bright sunshine after years of unyielding winter that chained his bones with numbness; a luscious call of temptation asking him to bow his head and bend his spine; he was a smell of a field in the morning, the air rich with scent of wet earth slowly heating again and a sweet aroma of flowers blooming around him. he was a cry of uncontrollable joy ripping out of his lungs and an alluring voice singing between the trees, the sound of it enchanting him, asking to join the singing, but never letting him know the words or the melody. He was a comforting presence of a hand on his neck grounding him in place and giving him a steady anchorn, a wind pulling his hair playfully during a warm summer evening while he passed through endless rolling hills. Jaskier was a sharp pain in his chest enveloping his heart the same way his veins did. He was a feeling of lover’s lips right beside his ear whispering delicious promises of overpowering pleasure and a soothing weight on his back the morning after. He was a greatest weakness in Geralt’s armor of loneliness and bitterness, crooking his world on its axes.

For Jaskier, Geralt was a strong hand on his arm when he wasn’t paying enough attention to where his feet took him, keeping him up as he struggled to do it himself. He was a rumble of thunder heard from miles and miles away, dangerous and comforting in some strange ways, soothing pain he wasn’t even aware possessed his bones the day he was born. He was a looming presence of familiarity settling on the edges of his vision, blurring the lines and changing his world into a drunken vision of eeriness. He was a feeling of air rushing beside his ear when he jumped down a cliff to icy cold water of the lake in his hometown and adrenaline coursing through his veins, sharp and addictive, keeping him alive. He was the words of his favorite song to which he comes back again and again until his voice sounds more like gravel under his feet. He was a smell of leather left under the summer sun. He was the cry of a wolf carried through the freezing air of winter’s night that kept him up all night and a voice urgently telling him to get up, to move, to be better, to be more.

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sure, i'll drink the pink swirly potion that released a little heart shaped cloud when you uncorked it. what's the worst that could happen

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Prompt 6: Geralt + Ocean (of flowers)

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Reading my own old work, and yeah, I'm wincing at the evidence of my more amateur writing skills, but, I'm also kind of captivated with some abandoned wips and concepts I'd completely forgotten about

Overall, feeling fond of my younger self

Me @ Younger Me:

I love what you've done. Thank you for leaving your art for me to find. I'll finish it for the both of us <3

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[MASTERPOST] drawing my favourite babygirl to get my artistic legs back 😌

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in his dramatic song era

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An unexpected break of routine.

Bonus Jaskier the second he was at a witcher-safe distance:

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happy birthday to her

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Me whenever anyone asks what my spirit animal is.

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commission for @fixationdump 🖤🪄💌

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“Oh, a shooting star!” Jaskier gasps at the night sky, closing his eyes. “Hush, I need to do this right. I wish…”

For Ciri to be safe.

For Yen to find peace.

For Geralt…

“Wasting your three wishes again?” Geralt hugs the blanket around them, huffing by Jaskier’s ear. “Hmm, let me guess. Fame, wealth… what’s the third one?”

Jaskier winks. “The third one, darling, needs no help from the stars.”

For Geralt to be loved, he thinks quietly, solemnly.

“Death upon Valdo Marx?” Geralt smiles.

“Death upon Valdo Marx, of course,” Jaskier agrees, kissing the shape of that smile.

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