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peace-tied, iorveth/roche

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na ha ha ok i wrote bits of this literally years ago so i am delighted to finally have beaten it into a publish-able shape.

i am literally doing a run-by posting here tho so plz be patient if i’ve fucked something up lolsob.

An Eagle Sable, A Lozenge Gules - bomberqueen17 - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own] https://archiveofourown.org/works/47916304

As Yennefer formally met Vernon Roche for the first time, she instantly knew beyond any shadow of doubt that Geralt had slept with him. She had seen Roche before, she recognized him from the fight at Kaer Morhen, but her mind had been on other things then. Now, though, she had the opportunity and attention to note him, and especially with the knowledge that Geralt had trusted this man enough to bring him to Kaer Morhen, there was immediately no question in her mind.

He was absolutely Geralt’s type; attractive and capable-looking, with a very square jaw, deep-set dark eyes and a piercing gaze. He was wearing a padded gambeson and an elaborately-wrapped old-fashioned chaperon, but she had an expert’s eye and could easily pick out that he was both younger and more lithe than he looked, and he had the stance of a swordsman and the gait of a huntsman. Geralt would not have been able to resist him even a little bit.

His expression confirmed it as well, with just the faintest hint of dismay flitting across his handsome-but-weatherbeaten features as he realized who he was being introduced to now. Oh, he had recently fucked Geralt, and beyond that, she knew he had to be close with Triss, they’d both served Foltest for overlapping years, which meant that no doubt Triss would have filled his ears full of what a jealous harpy Yennefer was.

Well, well, well. This could be a great deal of fun. (Your picture was not posted)

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Chapter 2 of Awakening, and I’ve decided to mark that story complete so I can get to the good stuff for the next one.

Awakening, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/43005327/chapters/110369682

Roche is maybe being a little manipulative, doing what he ostensibly does best. But he finds himself in over his head, until he is saved by the timely intervention of a particular underutilized original character, who turns up like a fat little deus ex machina to save the day.

“Ah,” she said, not looking away from Tornahal’s lax blank face, “you’re more than just a cute hat rack, aren’t you, Vernon Roche.” (Your picture was not posted)

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oh my goodness this is stunning, I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Your picture was not posted)

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well i did a shitton of writing this past week but nothing that’s consecutively next, so again i’m without an easy thing to post, but i do anticipate having something monday. (we’ll see)

in the meantime here is a snippet of a near-future iorveth/roche bit, which also has a special guest, Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Snippet; for context, Roche was Not Prepared for how strong this pipeweed is, and is rather struggling to maintain the appearance of sobriety.

[Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Snippet] looked at Roche for a long moment, then looked at Iorveth, who was sitting back in his chair, legs folded up comfortably, one hand folded over his midsection and the other holding the pipe as he took a gentle, considering drag off of it. He looked comfortable and amused, but still deliciously dangerous somehow. His hair was longer these days, longer every time Roche saw him, and glossy, and lighter than Roche had thought– he’d assumed it was black, but it was really a dark brown, and now he wore it mostly loose, often braided in different configurations, and tonight it lay gleaming on his shoulder, glossy and beautiful, just the top of it caught back in an elaborate braid that went from his temples down the middle of the back of his head. His eyepatch was another soft woven band, as well, all in shades of green, matching the embroidery on his long flowing jacket.

He looked beautiful and terrifying, wreathed in pipe-smoke, and Roche was fortunately too heavy to move, or he’d have had to go kneel at his feet. There was just enough of Roche’s normal awareness left to remind him not to do that, but it was relying heavily on the assistance of gravity in this case.

also i just rediscovered this entire story i wrote a year ago, about Iorveth meeting Saskia for the first time, and I should… do something with that? I like shared the google doc with a couple of people and then mentally moved on but I should actually like, publish it or something. but I haven’t reread it enough to know how much work it needs, yet.

So it was only him, and implacable Nature, and the sun in the trees, and his rising fever and growing weakness.

And this dragon. He blinked in some surprise; he hadn’t expected a dragon. Or a– slyzard or whatever this was. Forktail. It didn’t look like any of the creatures he was used to. It was a pale greenish color, dull and unprepossessing, with big golden eyes, and it was rather large. It had popped its head over the edge of the little nest Iorveth had made himself in the crotch of this tree, and was looking at him with first one of its eyes, then the other.

“Oh,” Iorveth said. “I suppose this might as well happen.” (Your picture was not posted)

peace-tied, iorveth vs influenza

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so i wrote this and was like hm idk if this timeskip works i gotta think more on this structure but

uh now well the structure has become load-bearing so it just has to work

apologies it’s sort of a cliffhanger-then-timeskip but like, c’mon, it’s me, you know it’s gonna be mostly fine

so like chapter 6 of growing out is on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38098480/chapters/99008658 and Roche shows up, super helpfully, and of all things to get resolution to, I wrap up the stupid romance novel he got from Geralt in uhh whichever story that was. ah it was chapter 3 of Lion.

He’d brought the book with him, in order to force himself to read the whole thing and attempt to appreciate it in context, but it was irredeemably terrible, he finally had to admit to himself. The only thing that had been compelling in it had been the question of how the hero and antagonist could maintain such delicious tension while also fucking, and the extremely unsatisfying and boring answer was, they weren’t fucking, that was how. Nothing else was interesting; even their tense scenes were no longer interesting, with that context removed. (Your picture was not posted)

literary critique?

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hm idk if i’d call that a theme so much as a narrative tic.

Probably it’s my kink for unreliable narrators coming out. I want it to be obvious to the reader, but not to the other characters, how stoic my various POV characters are.

It’s not something I’m doing on purpose and I’m not sure it adds anything to the story that I do it so much. I do like characters that try very hard, in general. The tension throughout much of Trust with Keira and Lambert both wanting the same things, and yet each convinced the other doesn’t want the same thing– that’s what I’m after, and it requires the characters to be in control of themselves so they can keep that facade up at all.

In real life I’m very poor at controlling my emotions and not speaking impulsively, so it’s probably some very poorly-disguised projection on my part, really. (Your picture was not posted)

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runawaymarbles https://runawaymarbles.tumblr.com/post/675095166568349696/after-5-days-and-700000-words-i-was-attempting-to :

After 5 days and 700,000 words I was attempting to explain the triads of Meet Death Sitting https://archiveofourown.org/series/1639717 and

that’s it that’s the series

pats Geralt my sweet baby slut

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Best believe more lines are gonna connect before I’m done here

(Also, well done, five days might be a record??) (Your picture was not posted)

peace-tied, the witcher, roveth, Roche/Iorveth, Witcher 2

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happy monday. i’ve been trying to finish up the edits on the second half of the scene of the Roveth thing and when I realized I had to split it in half for length I put in an H1 chapter heading that just said CHAPTER ?? because i can’t remember what numbers are on any of my chapters ever

(it’s in a Google doc with suggestions enabled, since I have the great good fortune of having attracted beta readers, plural, as enumerated in the credits {all hail})

and one of my betas very tenderly suggested “6″, because that is in fact the number of the chapter

<3 <3 <3

anyway!!

oh ha ha no, that’s the number of the next chapter. This one is chapter 5. Which has all the good stuff I promised before.

Chapter 5 of Peace-Tied, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/32023453/chapters/81073057/previewhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/32023453/chapters/81073057

“I’m the one with the sword,” Iorveth said. “For the purposes of this… exercise, I’m in charge. I’ve defeated you, remember. And I’m going to have my wicked way with you.”

“I seem to recall being fairly badly injured after that fight,” Roche mused. “Should we pretend that, as well? Should I be lying here bleeding?”

“I could just– injure you,” Iorveth said. “Since you seem to need all this verisimilitude.”

“Might be hard to explain,” Roche said, but sat very still as Iorveth brought the sword down and traced it, just a whisper, across his chest, demonstrating truly impressive fine point control to keep contact but not cut him. Iorveth pulled the sword back, as if to plunge it straight into Roche’s ribcage, and Roche stopped breathing for a second, staring at Iorveth– surely he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t dare– but it made his heart suddenly thunder very loudly in his ears, to think about it.

“Trousers off,” Iorveth said, voice low and husky. (Your picture was not posted)

jaskier/yennefer, yennefer pegs jaskier

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Following up to this post https://bomberqueen17.tumblr.com/post/647764427308924928/current-wips, where I put in a snippet of the Keira/Aiden/Lambert thing that’s going.

So actually #1, the F&S sequel, is going better than i thought. I was plodding away feeling like I wasn’t getting anywhere but it’s at 4800 words and a chapter break, possibly, so I feel okayish about that, but it’s not really suitable for a snippet. i need to digest a bit.

But meanwhile, I’ve also gotten as far as I really had a plan for in WIP#4, which is What Has Yennefer Been Up To, and it’s all just a throwback to whatever that other story I wrote like a year ago was. Indecent… something. Instant… no. Duh Innermost Depths https://archiveofourown.org/works/22847020. Ay.

anyway. snippet for that:

It wasn’t until they’d retreated up the stairs and down the hall to Jaskier’s personal suite of rooms that it finally, finally penetrated Jaskier’s thick skull what was going on. He closed the door behind himself and leaned on it, gesturing with the wine bottle. “I know what this is about,” he said.

“Do you,” Geralt said, and yes, the eyebrow attitude was very skillfully given, keenly observed, but the archness to the tone was wrong. Jaskier didn’t have time to comment on it before Geralt was kissing him, incredibly convincingly, enough to make him consider just going along with it for a bit longer. Mm– the flavor of birch twigs– such versimilitude, down to the way he swept his tongue across the backs of Jaskier’s upper teeth.

Ah, it was– it was really years since they’d had a proper fuck. In the spring they’d had a quick tumble but Geralt had been so exhausted and haggard during his frantic hunt for Ciri that Jaskier had mostly seduced him to make sure he would sleep in a bed for a night.

Jaskier toyed with going along with this to see how far he’d get, but Geralt picked him up to grind him into the door and he rather lost his head.

“Yennefer,” he said, breathless, “ah, fuck–”

“What about her,” Geralt growled.

“I know it’s you,” Jaskier said.

Geralt paused, then sighed gustily against his neck, making him shiver. “How did you know this time?” he asked petulantly. (Your picture was not posted)

keira metz/lambert/aiden

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This still doesn’t get us quite to the smut, but we’re enroute.

chapter 10, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876890/chapters/73641267

In previous chapters Aiden’s noticed he can press some of Keira’s buttons to get entertaining results: here, Keira is starting to explore what buttons she can press in return, and they’re mostly about emotional manipulation.

Lambert had hauled himself out of the water and was wrapped in his beautiful robe, standing at her elbow and watching her work. “Will it scar, doctor?” he asked, mock-serious, when she turned her head a little to acknowledge him.

“No, ma’am,” she said, smiling slightly, “your husband’s beauty will be no more marred than it already is.”

Lambert’s gaze went funny and indirect; he really liked the word husband, but obviously would never have thought to use it for himself. A quick glance at Aiden confirmed he’d gone very slightly pink in the cheeks and was studiously looking away; he liked it too and was trying not to let on. She laughed at them, though she was a bit startled to realize how fond the sound was when it came out.

“You two are precious,” she said. “Here, Aiden, I got you a robe, put that on and let’s go back to the real world.”

I was really dying to have her say you guys are so gay right there but the limitations of the genre constrained me.

Rest assured that in the modern a/u of this [which only exists for this headcanon purpose] she has so much fun teasing them like a middle-schooler that at one point a well-meaning busybody bystander scolded her for her homophobia, to their wild entertainment, and only Aiden was nice enough to tell the busybody that it was all consensual.

Also, fuck, I really want to write an indulgent epilogue where everyone’s in exquisite lingerie, and commission fanart of it, and I’m just– listen, we know Lambert’s into lace but would Aiden be in velvet or leather?? (Your picture was not posted)

update, morvran voorhis, empress ciri, witcher lambert

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so we’re uh not entirely resolving the cliffhanger, but– well, we are resolving the immediate cliffhanger, but it’s a long enough action sequence that well, we’re not to the rainbows and kittens yet folks.

chapter 6, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876890/chapters/72707130

“I’m just Lambert,” Lambert said. “Only dumb assholes get fancy ballads written about them with poetic names and shit.”

“Ah,” Voorhis said sagely, nodding. “Seems reasonable. Although, perhaps I am mistranslating the word, but I do not think I would describe your Geralt as an asshole? I thought it indicated an unpleasant person?”

“He can be pretty unpleasant,” Lambert pointed out.

“I suppose my experience with him has been limited,” Voorhis said diplomatically, and Lambert itched to poke holes in his composure, but he could feel Ciri’s grip on his arm going tighter.

“He’s addicted to drama,” Lambert said. “Maybe he ain’t had the chance to get into it here.”

“That’s possible,” Voorhis said, and gave Lambert a sidelong, almost surreptitious grin.

“Has he put his dick in anybody lately?” Lambert asked. “That’s usually his preferred flavor of drama.”

Voorhis hastily reverted his glance forward and schooled his features into composure, though a twitch of his mouth betrayed his amusement. “I do not believe I’d be on the list of people who’d know of such matters,” Voorhis said, consummately diplomatic.

“Ah,” Lambert said, and looked at Ciri. “What about you? I’d meant to follow up on that.”

“I have not put my dick in anybody lately,” Ciri said solemnly. (Your picture was not posted)

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Folks I am like on another plane rn and I wish it was drugs but it is Not, but, in the midst of that, I bring to you a new update in the Ongoing Saga Of Keira Learning To Have Human Feelings, Lambert Domesticating His Asshole Tendencies, and Aiden Learning To Clown Again, and after way more of an involved process than I’d like to admit, I named the fic…

An Involved Process https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876890

oh ha i just used that phrase in the previous paragraph hoo boy ok yes i mean to do that.

This chapter, at least, isn’t heartwrenching. I hope. Not that I have any sense of perspective remaining whatsoever.

“Geralt,” Aiden said, and reached over to clasp his hand in greeting.

“You know each other?” Lambert asked.

“We met briefly,” Geralt said. “Years ago. I didn’t know then that you knew him.”

“I might not’ve yet,” Aiden said. “Depends on the year.”

“Don’t recall,” Geralt said, “I just know you look familiar.”

“You didn’t fuck, did you?” Lambert asked warily.

Ciri threw her head back at that and really laughed, like she hadn’t in ages. “That would just be the perfect capper to all of this,” she said.

Aiden quirked his eyebrows suggestively at Geralt, and Geralt laughed too. “If only we’d thought to get our stories straight before this,” he said.

“Oh, Lambert,” Aiden said, in exaggerated tones, “of course I never– I have never seen this person before in my life, let alone had a sordid encounter with him out back of a tavern in Novigrad thirty-five years ago.”

“Wait,” Geralt said, frowning, “was that you?” but he wasn’t a fantastic actor and Ciri could make out the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Fuck you,” Lambert howled, laughing, and punched Geralt, and then they embraced rather violently and then Lambert hauled him inside and they all went into the house. (Your picture was not posted)

complete, all of this is me learning about not leaving wips lol, keira metz/lambert

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You know what?

I’m going to stick a pin in The Ideal Man https://archiveofourown.org/works/26847148?view_full_work=true and call it done with today’s chapter update. So that’s a completed work. It’s a whole story about Lambert and Keira stumbling into a kind of an arrangement and taking care of one another’s grief and loss and starting to maybe heal a little bit.

And all of it is backstory for a plotty thing I was working on before that and kept working backwards from because I hadn’t made that relationship between them into anything, yet, and so the plot wasn’t interesting and didn’t hang together because I didn’t know who these people are.

So the plotty thing is… largely written as well, and I just need to come up with a title and finish arranging it, and then I can post that. It’s got a lot more of Keira’s Deal in it, and we’re going to start to maybe address something of a forward-going plot about fixing some of this damage.

But this can kind of stand alone and just be a cute story of a couple of people figuring out some answers of how you go on, in the aftermath, and what you do and don’t have to be.

Feeling something was a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing, even if it was hard to keep up with.

happy birthday to me!, the witcher

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Dang I haven’t posted any fic in a while. Well, I’ve been working on this one a while.

As a gift to myself and the world, I have finally posted the thing she-who-won’t-be-Tumblr-tagged and I have been working on. (It’s two separate stories, one by each of us, but it’s the first time really that I’ve worked collaboratively and I’m pleased to say that I have only slightly been a ferocious defensive jerk about it and mostly I have managed to behave myself so never say an old dog can’t learn new tricks if the teacher is patient enough with the dog’s foibles!)

So, my half of it is called Learning Experiences and is Geralt coming home from the Path for the first time. And Anoke’s half of it is baby Lambert arriving at Kaer Morhen and, as is his wont, being super angry about stuff. There’s not much crossover here in this first chapter (Geralt hasn’t met Lambert yet) but we’re just getting warmed up, have faith.

so– my installment: Learning Experiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/26121523

and Anoke’s, where the crossover part begins in the second chapter, is The Path To The Trials https://archiveofourown.org/works/25895626, and is a direct continuation of Lambert’s acquisition via the Law of Surprise https://archiveofourown.org/works/24355231.

Vesemir clapped Geralt gently on the arm. “Good to see you again, Little Wolf.” And then he laughed. “I can’t call you that any longer! You can look me in the eye. Just Wolf, then, I suppose.”

“I suppose,” Geralt said, smiling again to think of it; Vesemir also had always seemed a mountain to him, but they were within a finger’s width of the same height now.

“Well,” Vesemir said. “I’ll be glad to have a drink with you tonight.” He clapped his shoulder again, and moved on down the hallway.

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Chapter 18/18: To Completion https://archiveofourown.org/works/22894186/chapters/62222104

It is nine thousand words of explicit m/m/f threesome porn, with pegging, emotions, cuddling, face-sitting, dramatic readings of bad porn, manhandling, and general fuckitude all around. It is absolutely not what I set out to write but it turned out pretty great, I think.

“Fuck off,” Geralt said fondly.

“C’mon,” Jaskier said, “I know you’re tired, Yen, but arch up a bit, you could– oh, that was a good one, I could tell– I love how your eyes roll back, that really sells it.”

“Fuck,” Yen said, eyes glazed and distant, “ah fuck– Geralt– fuck–”

“Very heartfelt,” Jaskier said. He picked up a notebook that was lying on the trunk, and pulled out a pencil stub fastened to the spine with a loop, flipped to a blank page and pretended to be taking notes. “I give that one a nine out of ten. Now, Geralt, you’re on your third climax of the night, yes? Yennefer, is it worth attempting to count?”

Geralt looked over at him in amusement, rubbing his chin along Yennefer’s hair. He wasn’t quite at the point of no return but he was close, hitching into her with a glazed kind of focus, and Yennefer was completely beyond even knowing Jaskier was there, staring blindly at the ceiling utterly lost in pleasure.

“If you’re trying to get me to fuck you instead you’ve got to wait,” Geralt said, “I’m not done here.”

“No no,” Jaskier said, “I’m invested in this outcome.”

I also touched briefly in the end notes on this but I wanted to say I glanced at my AO3 stats and if I sort all my shit from all seven or eight years I’ve been on there, none of my Witcher works are in the top five for hits, but they are four of the top five by kudos, and three of the top five by comment threads. So like. Y’all, this is a hell of nice fandom. Thanks, guys, this has been a hell of a way to get through a scary period of history.

And yes yes, my Lambert-in-the-hallway epilogue is coming along, I’ll figure it out.

Ah, relatedly somewhat to the above ruminations– I just also hit a big (for me) Tumblr follower count milestone, and like, sometimes people do great thank-you things for that but listen I just wrote 9k of porn, I’m kind of tired, so I’m treating this chapter update as a celebration of the follower count milestone. It doesn’t matter in any kind of absolute way but I do love that y’all are here, especially the y’all of you who are real human people who actually are here to read stuff, LOL. I’m not always good at replying to asks or replies but I do really like getting them, so thank you and if I didn’t write back it wasn’t because I was mad it was because I forgot to.

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So I decided this porny chapter would be the end of the story and like

well

[image id: screen shot titled Word Count that underneath says “Pages: 17 of 82″ and “Words: 9060 of 48700″]

No, Ancient Sea is not 48k words long, this is in a doc where only some scraps of Ancient Sea are, along with some unrelated notes, because anything too long in Docs gets unwieldy plus also I am a tire fire of a human and don’t ever have anything organized in a coherent fashion. BUT, yes, this current chapter, which mind most of my chapters for this entire series have been aimed to be about 5k words, is 9060 words long.

Also it’s all sex, basically, so– It’s character-driven sex, but no less filthy for that. I hope there’s enough character to make it worth it, esp for those of y’all who aren’t super into sex scenes…

But I did find an end, so.

The other awkward thing is that like halfway through writing this chapter– before I even wrote this chapter I had the idea, and then halfway through I paused and scribbled this great little coda of Lambert eavesdropping in the hallway, right? but I don’t know where to put it.

I might just post that not on AO3, like on Dreamwidth or something, and link to it, because it’s not part of the story and I added a silly “ten years later” thing with some videogame-verse stuff in it and I don’t actually want that to be “canon” to MDS-verse here, but I’m not sure about that, so–

anyway, the Ancient Sea chapter will probably go up soon, and I just have to figure what to do with that coda. Maybe I should put it on AO3 anyway as a standalone, for archival purposes. IDK. IDK! IDK.

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FINALLY

Finally, Fugitive is complete, with a Chapter 5
<https://archiveofourown.org/works/23670274/chapters/61782070>. Fic earns
its M rating with some non-explicit sex (as opposed to earning its M with
violence and such, LOL).

Lots of chat and gossip and some fun background on the Wolf pack.

Axel gestured vaguely. “Incidentally I’ve told a lot of people that you and
I are close friends, when they’ve asked about the song. I tell them all you
and I go way back, and then I go on and on about how noble and
self-sacrificing you are. By then they’ll usually buy me a drink, and if
they seem receptive I tell them some of Lambert’s stories about you.”

“Lambert’s stories,” Geralt said, dismayed.

“The one about how you threw him out a window always goes over really
well,” Axel said.

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I felt like we all deserved the diversion of some slobberingly-incoherent morning-after sex.

chapter 15, Worth The Wait, which I know is a soppy title but listen I have seen so goddamned many stories in this fandom and specifically this pairing where the participants lament that because they’ve waited until the standard human in the pairing is so incredibly aged at the age of 41 that they’ve got practically no time left to fuck before he keels over of just being Too Wizened To Continue, and like, listen,

no.

“You’re impossible,” Jaskier said fondly. And then, possibly because he was drunk with pleasure and fondness, he said, “Thank you for not fucking me when I was a stupid kid.”

Geralt glanced up then, eyebrows quizzical. “Yeah?” he said. “I figured you were mad at me for wasting all that time.”

“No,” Jaskier said. “I mean, yeah, it would’ve been great to have all that sex, and I feel like I could’ve kept up with you better when I was young maybe, but I was absolutely trying to use you to hurt myself and it would’ve been a disaster and you don’t deserve to be treated like that. And then we couldn’t have had this. So, no, it wasn’t wasted time, and it was worth the wait.”

“I didn’t have to be quite such a cock about it,” Geralt mumbled into Jaskier’s neck.

“Well,” Jaskier said. “I could’ve done without some of that, to be sure, but. The overall point remains. At least you didn’t fuck me and then pull that shit.”

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I have stolen an hour-long break this morning to rest my sore jelly muscles and post a chapter of Fugitive. We finally meet the mysterious hunter.

chapter 4, on AO3

“A Witcher,” Sandro said. “What, like– like your White Wolf?”

“Well, it’s fairly obvious this isn’t him,” Jaskier said. “No offense, of course, friend, but nobody would call you a white anything.” There was a reason Axel hadn’t worried about his skin catching the firelight, to put it mildly; he was of an excellent coloration for night-hunting. “And that medallion is certainly not a wolf, though I’m not sure what animal it does represent. If you know who I am, you could introduce yourself, to be polite.”

He sounded so calm and icily composed: his Wolf was certainly nearby if he was so calm, but it was too late to run. Should’ve waited until they hit a city, to level the advantages, but too late now.

“Axel,” he said, “of the School of the Cat. I assume your Wolf is waiting nearby, and so perhaps I should address my apology to him instead?”

“I assure you,” Jaskier said, “I am a more receptive audience to apologies that are due to me, thank you very much.”

“Well,” Axel said. “Then I apologize, because the old man told me only the name he gave you, and never once hinted that you were the Toss A Coin kid.”

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So, Fugitive gets another chapter. The Plot Thickens in Chaper 3…

and we get to meet Jaskier’s friend Nerio, mostly known from an overheard segment when Yennefer’s spying on him in earlier chapters of The Ancient Sea– another young foppish Redanian noble who mostly means well and has no sense of self-preservation. They’ve been comrades-in-brocade since small times, no doubt, but Nerio’s had rather more success at being left alone to degenerate into academia.

Still sharp, Jaskier said, “Where did you leave from?”

“Ah,” Nerio said. “I– just now?”

“No,” Jaskier said. “Did you leave from Oxenfurt?”

“Well,” Nerio said. “I mean, I started there.”

“Did you go to Redania?” Jaskier asked.

“I,” Nerio said. “Oh, yes, I stopped home.”

Jaskier’s voice went slightly strained. “Did you stop by Lettenhove?”

There was a pause. “We shouldn’t stand here and discuss this,” Nerio said, scent subtly shifting from fear to nervousness. Evasive little shit.

“Did you?” Jaskier demanded. Geralt didn’t know exactly where Lettenhove was but it rang a faint bell. Some little something in Redania probably.

“I,” Nerio said, then, defeated, “yes, Jaskier. I did. I talked to the old man. He really is dying.”

“Good,” Jaskier said savagely. Then, “What did he give you? To bring me back? Did he pay you up front?”

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