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It starts—as most things on the Zephyr do—as a drunken bit.
“Gotch.” Van says solemnly. Her flesh hand shoots out to grip his shoulder tightly. Her eyes burn into his skull. “I’m gonna be your dad.”
Maxwell blinks. “What?”
“Your father is an absolute arse, and if he doesn’t want you, I call dibs. I’m your new da.”
Or: Longspot Gotch sucks. Van, ever the problem-solver, steps up.
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His first mistake is not picking up the phone.
In Jud’s defense, it’s been a long fucking day. And not one that he’s keen to recount.
He’s kept the damn thing turned off for most of the day. As a rule, he stays fairly available on Sundays, but—well, extenuating circumstances call for extreme reactions. Thankfully, he had kept enough of his head after Mass to force a shutdown instead of what he wanted to do, which was to hurl it against the wall and watch it shatter into a million tiny pieces.
Night is young, though.
Or: A Wicks truther comes after Jud in the middle of Mass. He's fine. Benoit disagrees.
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After getting caught in the Calefactory Biangle and dragged through Hell, Maxwell is fine.
Genuinely fine. He’s been resting, and eating three square meals a day, and “talking about his emotions” or whatever bullshit Olethra’s been talking about. He bought a journal, for fuck’s sake. He has yet to use it, but still. Everyone agrees that Maxwell’s been on the mend.
The visions that plague him every time he closes his eyes have absolutely nothing to do with that.
Or: Maxwell has a nightmare, a cup of tea, and learns to lean on his family, in that order.
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Maxwell felt…strange.
Not bad, necessarily. As far as he could tell, he wasn’t in any pain. But he didn’t feel particularly good, either.
Mostly he just felt a whole lot of…nothing.
That in itself wasn’t strange. Maxwell would be remiss to call himself an emotional man. He was a passionate one, however, and typically this time after a fight would be spent mentally going over each second of battle, relishing in the spiderwebs of pain that still stretched over his cracked knuckles.
But now? Now he wasn’t even positive that the hands he was looking at belonged to him.
It was all just very…strange.
Or: Maxwell (doesn't) deal with his newfound bloodlust. Van helps.
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Van Chapman was pretty sure she had the Gotch kid figured out--stick up his arse, fancy clothes, and an air of superiority that was distinctly out of place on an airship.
And then he flew past her as he launched himself off the ship.
And then, after punching two pilots out of the sky, jumped back as if nothing had happened, as if he wasn’t covered in blood, and as if his gloves weren't bitten off to reveal heavily scarred knuckles.
Van Chapman prided herself on not being easily shaken, and she wasn’t. It was just—surprising.
She didn’t really know this kid at all.
Or: Snapshots of Van and Maxwell bonding, punching, and healing. Mostly punching.
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“Road to Damascus,” Blanc says, tone businesslike.
“Gethsemane,” Jud replies.
Or: Jud has a bad time of it and shows up unannounced at Blanc's house.
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31 Dec 2025
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Jud is in a state of shock following Martha's death. Benoit gets him home and ensures he's taken care of.
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23 Dec 2025
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Maxwell was actually quite shocked at how much there truly was. The fight had been violent, yes, but he hadn't thought it was that violent. Maybe the blood covering his face should have been his first hint, but with the way he fought most battles ended with at least some blood on his face. In fact, it was more notable when there was none.
Maxwell reached up to wipe some of the blood off his face. It was starting to get sticky and he couldn't stand the texture of dried blood, even if it was his father's.
His father's blood.
One of the last things of his father left in this world.
His father who had tried to kill Maxwell that same day.
His father who Maxwell killed.
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Everything catches up with Maxwell after the battle in the finale
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16 Dec 2025
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Any Lonelier Than Before by Lilly6042
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
30 Oct 2021
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Tears streamed down Jaskier’s face, fingers trembling even through the forced calm clouding his mind like a room filling with smoke, filling every crevice until there was nothing but fog, enough to make you sink to your knees and lose yourself to it.
He could breathe, although it felt like someone else was breathing for him, even as the smoke filled his mind with immobilizing calm.
The fingers kept combing through his hair, a rumbling voice sending him deeper into oblivion even as the words themselves warped and dissolved before they even reached his ears, arriving in broken pieces he wasn’t even sure were for him.
He wanted so desperately to lean into the ghosts of comfort. They would be lovely to drown in, to choke on until it took over every flayed nerve that was screaming at him in pain.“-ok, Jask. You’re ok.”
At least the pounding in his head was starting to recede. He was so...he was so tired. He could care less where the ghosts carried him, now.
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Taken by Nilfgaard, Jaskier struggles with being left completely alone, losing himself to his own mind. Geralt and Yennefer have to face the aftermath.Series
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24 Nov 2025
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cursed is the one who falls by justbekind
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
16 May 2020
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Curses were, unfortunately, becoming a normal part of their lives.
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“Jaskier?” he asked, not quite sure what he was seeing.
A child—a boy—stood in the middle of a small clearing. Geralt was bad with ages but he couldn’t be older than five or six. His eyes flickered around and his stomach dropped as he took in the sight. It had to be Jaskier; his lute was there, and he never abandoned it, not even in the face of danger. But what had happened? “Fuck,” he breathed, stepping forward. The fucking mage hadn’t been messing with him.
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16 Nov 2025