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The long-awaited reveal of the official English cover of The Witcher: Crossroads of Ravens, available worldwide on September 30, 2025.
#the witcher#geralt of rivia#wiedźmin#cannot wait to read about Geralt’s first year on the Parh#geraskier#the witcher netflix#geralt
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new nsfw post up on p@treon +18 // Geralt 🐺
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jaskier in you be my fire
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me hitting 100k on “you be my fire” and looking back at where I’ve started

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you be my fire and I’ll be your gasoline, Ch.16
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cannot belive we're now at 100k+ words, peeps
“Do you want to go on a hunt?” Coën asks, making Jaskier raise his head from an open book and turn to look at him. “Together. I’ve heard something is stalking the nearby woods at night.”
Coën is still in bed, the covers pooling around his waist. Jaskier can just about see the scar on his hip bone, the witcher scandalously bare in front of him. He allows his gaze to move over the witcher’s body slowly, taking in all the fading marks, some almost completely healed and some still dark. Three days they’ve spent here, alternating between reading and dragging each other back into bed. Jaskier kept saying that they had to go to the library and not distract one another, but could never quite bring himself to actually do it. Coën laughed, teasing the bard about being completely unable to choose responsibility over pleasure, but didn’t even attempt to be the voice of reason himself. Every night, they fell asleep when the sky in the east was already lightening with the first rays of sunrise.
It was impossible to get enough of the witcher.
“A hunt?” Jaskier echoes. “You know I could never say no to that.”
He’s worried, after Denesle. But he also longs for the thrill of it, for the heady rush of adrenaline, shared between him and Coën.
“What will we be hunting?” he asks, fully turning in his chair and momentarily abandoning his reading.
Coën shrugs with one shoulder. “That remains to be seen. I haven’t heard much, just that there’s something in the woods.”
There could be anything in the woods, they both know it. From a single vengeful ghost to a chort that could easily rip apart even the most experienced witcher, its sheer size alone enough to make the encounter deadly.
But regardless, Jaskier wants to go. The hunts are always worth the risk, especially with Coën.
“I’ll be gone for most of the day,” the witcher says, casting a look out the window, where the sun is nearly at its peak. “But I should be done by sunset, and we can go then, how does that sound?”
Jaskier doesn’t want to let him go for the day, but he knows that he has to. Coën warned him that they’ll have a couple of days all to themselves, and then he’ll have to start disappearing during the day, busy with matters of the Intelligence. He probably had to push back a thousand things as is, all that so Jaskier could have him to himself for a little while longer.
“That sounds perfect,” Jaskier smiles, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “When do you have to leave?”
“In about an hour or so,” even as he says it, Coën deciphers the look in the bard’s eyes flawlessly. He tilts his head, ever tempting. “A couple more rounds?”
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#the witcher#geraskier#jaskier#geralt of rivia#geralt x jaskier#geralt/jaskier#calton writes#the witcher netflix#joey batey#geralt#you be my fire and i'll be your gasoline#jaskier/coёn#jaskier/coen
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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
#and I shall wear this as a badge of honor#fuck AI in creative fields#do math for me please and thank you#that will be all
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I want Geralt and Jaskier to kiss. Like I don't even want them to get together I just want them to kiss. I want Jaskier to save Geralts life or something and Geralt just kisses him right smack on the mouth and it's a big healing moment for Jaskier and then it's never brought up again but their relationships dramatically improves.
#THIS#the witcher#geralt#geralt of rivia#jaskier#the witcher series#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#geralt/jaskier
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you be my fire and I’ll be your gasoline, Ch.15
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The sky behind the windows is still heavy with rain when Jaskier wakes.
The room is cast in the warm orange glow of the hearth, the fire flickering and dancing on the walls; a change to the low candlelight of the night before. Jaskier can hear the soft crackling of the burning logs, an accompaniment to the rapid patter of the rain on the roof, stronger now than it had been when he was falling asleep.
It’s not the kind of weather that encourages stepping outside, and though Jaskier knows they have to make their way to the Academy today, and sooner rather than later, he allows himself the pleasure of not thinking about it for a little while longer.
Coën is still next to him in bed, reading something that looks like a leatherbound journal, but he takes his attention away from the pages when Jaskier moves closer to him to rest his head on the witcher’s shoulder, his skin sleep-warm. Coën dips his head, nosing at Jaskier’s hair and placing a kiss on his temple.
The easy, familiar affection makes something in the bard’s chest bloom.
“What time is it?” he murmurs, pulling the covers up so the warmth doesn’t escape.
“Still relatively early,” Coën replies, his eyes going back to the journal. “Or, by the standards of a brothel, very late. It’s not yet eleven. I thought you’d be asleep for a couple more hours, at least. Last night you fell asleep before I could as much as get a towel to wipe you clean.”
Jaskier flushes at that, cheeks suddenly hot.
“I like having your smell on me,” he says, still.
Coën’s green eyes don’t leave the pages, but Jaskier can still feel the witcher’s attention slide to him, like a string plucked in his chest. It makes him realise, distantly, just how attuned they are to each other.
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t fade,” Coën says, a threat that promises nothing but pleasure. His signature.
All around them, the brothel is quiet, the patrons gone back home and the workers asleep after a long night. Aside from the rain on the roof and the windows, and the crackling fire in the hearth, the only sound is their breathing. It’s peaceful, tranquil even.
Jaskier takes it all in, snaking one arm over Coën’s waist. He avoids a jagged scar on his lower abdomen, a habit built over the years.
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#the witcher#geraskier#jaskier#geralt of rivia#geralt x jaskier#geralt/jaskier#the witcher netflix#geralt#jaskier/coёn#jaskier/coen#you be my fire and i'll be your gasoline#calton writes
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HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ Family
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HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA
Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ Shaerrawedd
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every time I see this mf I think it’s Jaskier
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Hi! So nice you are doing the touching thing again! 17 for geralt/jaskier if you feel like it!

Touch Prompts - 17. Holding the other's chin up
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The Witcher Covers for French Bragelonne Editions by Maéna Paillet
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Joey Batey as Jaskier | The Witcher (2019-)
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#jaskier valuing and worrying about geralt (x)
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Master Dandelion was singing. The witcher who came with him drew his sword and clinked it on his lap as if it were an instrument. The iron sword and the silk strings played together, blending joyfully into the song.
#the witcher#the witcher 3#geralt of rivia#dandelion#geraskier#jaskier#geralt x jaskier#geralt/jaskier
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"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.
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