Raining_ADHD
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“White Wolf,” the man rasped as the Witchers stopped just before the table, “I have come to re-” he broke off in a cough, a painful sound that had Triss already out of her seat, hesitating just to the side of the man, ready to help when permitted. “To request asylum,” he continued, pushing off from the guards helping him and sinking to his knees, though whether in submission or pain, Geralt couldn’t be sure. “My name is Julian Alfred Pankratz,” he continued haltingly, struggling to get the words out, “I request sanctuary from Redania and Nilfgaard…” he stopped talking, swaying where he knelt, and Geralt hastily glanced to Eskel for advice.
Or: Geralt's the Warlord, and some random noble (Jaskier) comes walking in, badly injured, before collapsing in the main hall and leaving a FUCK ton of questions in his wake.
(Can be read as a standalone)Series
- Part 2 of All hell and its fire waits for us
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The first time Kasey was molested by the creature, he was terrified.
But now? They're perfect roommates. He wants nothing more than to keep feeding it.
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- Part 2 of Degenerate Smut
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16 May 2026
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Jaskier doesn’t actually know how much time has passed since the black-cloaked Nilfgaardians grab him after a performance in a shitty tavern in the backcountry of northern Kaedwen. He’d assumed--foolishly, apparently--that he was far enough north that any Nilfgaardian soldiers would be few and far between, likely just scouts or even deserters. It would have been hard to actually get any further north--the little backwater town where he’d been singing was just a day from the mountains. Anymore travel, and he’d find himself skirting the Trail up to Kaer Morhen, the Warlord’s Keep, and, well. He’s brazen, but not that brazen.
(or: a wandering bard bites off more than he can chew with the political ballads, accidentally makes friends with a princess in exile, and finds the Warlord of the North in his debt.)
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- Part 1 of the roads we walk
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To Every Beast That Walks or Crawls by Literate_Wolverine
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
11 Jun 2023
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“That’s not… the guard would’ve sent out warnings if it were a vampire.” Valdo said.
Jaskier– as a would-be bard– was a practiced hand at smug hypocrisy. He delivered the comment as though he himself hadn’t only put things together when Geralt spelled them out in his letter.
“The guards couldn’t find their own pricks in the dark. Margaret said she was passing by when yesterday’s corpse was being carried out of the western dorms–” Margaret had said no such thing– “-and saw its hand fall out from under the sheet. Emaciated and bone-white–” Jaskier had no fucking idea what the corpse actually looked like. “-like a carcass after draining.” Just pure, wild, weaponized speculation.
(‘There’s a three letter word for that,’ Geralt told him once.)
The other students who’d been milling around their conversation, walking two steps behind or in front as plausible deniability, grew noticeably restless.
Good. Jaskier hoped it spread like wildfire, and that it kept his name attached to it. It was, after all, his husband they were going to need to kill it.
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- Part 4 of A Decade In The Sun
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He knows now, Geralt has made him know clearly where he stands. He is not a friend, but a burden.
He can fix himself, it will just take a little effort on his part.(Now has a podfic! See notes for the link)