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Headcanon: Because of the mutations he went through in the trial of grasses, witchers, Geralt in particular who went through them multiple times- Has a sense of smell well beyond that of a human. He can pick up scent trails for miles likened to that of a wolf due to his schools mutations, and beyond that too- Witchers can smell things like emotions as well, which is why witchers communicate better than any humans ever could. Its partially why he's so close to the few of them left, intertwined almost like that of a pack every winter. I also imagine just because of how they are, witchers also carry the low key scent of death on them; not just because of their profession, but the trials are basically coming back from just that- Seeing as those who don't make it through the trials end up six feet under.

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1243, Kaedwen.

It had taken some time for them to reach Kaedwen, between the time it took for him to recover from fighting a stryga from dark to dawn, and the banquet they had thrown in his honor for restoring the princess- That Jaskier had insisted they absolutely *had* to attend, after they'd been given shelter in one of the main castles luxurious rooms. It had taken a few days to reach Kaer Morhen after they'd departed for the winter and said their goodbyes until next spring.

The sound of approaching hooves could be heard even from within the castle- But that was more their heightened senses than anything else. He slid off his horse once he was through the gate, the fresh snow on the keeps grounds crunching beneath his boots. "Cmon Roach.." He led her to the stables, the hood of his cloak hiding his white hair, but to his brothers- His scent was unmistakable. He smelled heavy of guilt, a sadness lingering over him.

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Matt Murdock's life seemed to do nothing but take hit after hit after 𝘩𝘪𝘵.

He had lost Elektra once already- After The Hand made quick work of it, after they'd tried to escape. They had been so close to happiness, always inches out of his grasp when she was taken from him. Then, some months apart- The same man who had murdered her, who he had already killed 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦.. Killed the closest thing he had to a father, right in front of him. It was funny, having to listen until the final beat of someone's heart, who lied dying in your arms- It wasn't something you forgot.

Matt had experienced that three times now.

And despite that- Elektra had come back to him. Only to slip right through his fingers again, during the events of Midland Circle; that he had barely survived himself. Now? Now it was barely a few days after Bullseye had murdered Father Lantom in cold blood- And he'd had the displeasure of going through that a third time, as he heard the deafening stop of the man's heart.. The second man in his life he had looked up to as a father, and he was ripped from him too, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

Being God's favorite sacrificial lamb often came at a price.

For the last several days all Matt had felt was sickeningly numb. He had cleared his name both as Matt Murdock and the devil of hell's kitchen- But was the cost worth it? Here he was- Back in his apartment for the first time in months, when he'd spent the last several recovering from the collapse at midland circle in the basement of the Clinton Church. He was licking his wounds, as he sat on the edge of the bed he hadn't been familiar with in some time, shaky hands attempting to patch up the several new wounds Bullseye had left him with as a parting gift. Heavy with the smell of alcohol on his breath, he cursed and flung the now empty bottle at the wall in frustration.

"DAMNIT!"

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Kaedwen, 1232.

It had been approximately a year since the events of Blaviken had taken place, and his already shaky reputation as the white-haired witcher had been tarnished since he had killed the former princess of Creyden, and slaughtered dozens who had tried to take him down in the process- And had been labeled a ruthless, cold-blooded murderer. He was on his way to Kaer Morhen for the winter, when he stopped at a local inn, the hood of his cloak covering his white hair.

He tied up Roach outside, giving her a pat. "It's just for the night- We'll head back out come morning." He tied her up with the rest of the horses, giving her an apple before he headed inside out of the cold. He walked up to the bar, pulling out a sack of coins. "A room for the night, please- And a mug of mead if you don't mind." Voice a low rumble as he spoke, eyes downcast. Little did he know- he was about to run into an old acquaintance.

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Touissant, 1275.

Not many things could catch a witcher, particularly Geralt- off guard or by surprise. The shock that washed over him in waves when a body appeared out of thin air to shield him from what otherwise would've been a deadly blow for him, even as a witcher. Golden eyes stared wide-eyed as his friend, whom he had known to be dead for years now after a run-in with a particular mage, had left him nothing but a melted puddle. He had mourned his friend deeply after that event in his life.

He watched him converse with the other vampire before he flew out, swallowing thickly. "Regis?" His voice came out rough, disbelief in his tone. He knew he likely looked rough after his tussle with the would-be beast of touissant- But that didn't stop him from suddenly embracing his old friend in a tight embrace, inhaling sharply. "How?" Strong arms squeezed around him, not even realizing when he hid his face in his shoulder. The Witcher was in a rough state, between the fight and being over toxicated from multiple potions, black veins spread all across his skin, more inhumanly pale than usual; he was shaking.

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When he heard wind of the rumors throughout all of Temeria about the bard being captured by Nilfgaard guards for information- He had been absolutely furious. While Vesemir insisted he would be better off if he healed at the hold before going off, he was having none of it. As soon as he'd left Ciri at the hold in the card of the other witcher's and company, he set off on roach.

He reached a small town in the region, leaving Roach at the local stables and leaving the stable hands a sack of cash without a word. The first Nilfgaardian he saw he cornered, sword threateningly pressed against his neck. "Tell me where they're keeping the bard before I slit your throat!" He growled, furious. Nobody dared to interfere with an angered Witcher- But he would remind those who had forgotten just how dangerous he could be when they threatened those he cared for.

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It had been a little over a year now since hed lashed out at his bard and last seen him, and a few months since he had finally found and met Calanthe's granddaughter, Princess Cirilla.

After getting into contact with Yennefer once more after their last meeting- Hed had the princess sent off with the sorceress to meet up in Kaer Morhen with Vesemir, learning to control both control her powers and train her in the ways of the witcher- Fighting techniques, and he was more than sure Vesemir had her hitting the books often, as he had been made to do at her age as well. The thought made him chuckle absentmindedly to himself. When he wasnt hunting monsters he spent time with her teaching her one on one how to defend herself, to master the ways of the witchers swords- And not just fighting, but caring for them as well. She wasn't a traditional Witcher, so she didn't have the abilities he did.. but something told him she'd be alright once she mastered her own unique ones with the help of Yennefer.

After the last hed seen her he distracted himself hunting monsters to ignore the inner emotional turmoil- Between his fight with Jaskier, losing Yennefer only to have to reconnect with her so she could help train Ciri with her powers she undoubtedly had no control over and would cause chaos wherever she went until she did, seeing his mother again (albeit briefly) during his brief brush with death again after he'd been overwhelmed with nekkers- Had he not been found when he was he surely would've died, Witcher immunity aside. He was currently in a local pub after a recent kill, roach tied up outside in the town's stables.

As usual the witcher sat alone in the corner drinking away his sorrows, his black hood pulled up over his silver hair, head hung low. Little did he know hed soon see a familiar face (one, he admitted, hed missed). He was mostly back to his lonesome self these days as he had been before meeting the bard, unless he was at Kaer Morhen catching up with Vesemir and helping with Ciri. He stank of monster of his recent kills, helping the locals get rid of a banshee haunting a poor old women who was scared half to death of the creature.

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It had been a few winters since he had managed to make it home to kaer morhen. Rumors flooded the continent of the mage Vilgefortz killing the white wolf- A warning to the entire continent. Of course, they weren't true; witchers could heal from severe injuries, and it wasn't the first account of a near death experience. The stryga, the ghouls- Now a mage. Like he'll he was going to let his death be by the hand of one of them.

Between being on the run with Ciri and Yennefer, nearly dying at the hands of the mage and hunting down ciri, the war waging on.. It had been a tough few winters. As they treaded their way to Kaer Morhen once more, he only hoped he'd see the faces of Vesemir and his two brothers again- He didn't know if he could take another loss. As the doors of Kaer Morhen dramatically burst open, the four of them walked in, Geralt tugging his hood off; he smelled undeniably of pain and exhaustion. Suddenly, the entire keep grew dead silent.

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It had been six years since the events that had monikered him the name 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑛.

None had dared to bother the witcher since that fateful day, and inns went silent when he entered- Or he was chased out by fearful or angry humans for being labeled a monster; more than he had been used to in the past. He had passed through Temeria into the next part of the continent when he came across a contract for a wraith haunting and terrorizing the estate of the Pankratz family in Karack- with a quite hefty reward involved. "Hm." He tore the contract off the billboard and stuffed it in his pocket before he climbed back on his horse. "C'mon Roach."

It was a few days' ride before he happened across a large estate, slipping off his horse. "Hope this is the place.." He pushed the gates open and led Roach up, leaving him nearby before he went up to the door, rapping on the door with the large knocker. When the lock clicked and a small boy with ocean blue eyes and messy brunette hair opened the door, he looked down. "Is this the Pankratz residence?"

(AU based loosely on this Twitter thread about Jaskier’s home life where Geralt is hired by his family and offered residence at their estate to protect them from a wraith sent after them. As he’s staying there, he starts to notice little patterns of behavior, which slowly evolve into witnessing full-fledged abuse- protective geraskier ensues. Idea by a friend )

Twitter thread: https://twitter.com/flordefandom/status/1849645975519822305?t=Hy3p6O7NLflWNgVFdyupPg&s=19

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He knew, after the run-in with Rience and Yennefer and Ciri on the run, he needed help. He'd heard whispers of his long lost bard, now also apparently known as the Sanpiper, too.. And he'd set off to find him. After a while of traveling, he'd finally tracked down where they were holding him. For what, he didn't know; but what he did know was that his bard had a tendency to attract trouble like a magnet. He could hear the sound of his voice, and for possibly the first time- It made his heart swell.

He took out each and every guard he came across, bodies dropping as he made his way through the hold. When the last body had dropped, he opened the holding cell, and was met face to face with him for the first time in a very long time. There was a soft look in his eyes as he looked up at him when realization dawned on his bard.

"Jaskier."

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Love for a child forces parents to make the hardest choices of their lives. Impossible ones, even.

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