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If you're a writer, reblog this with one fic you're really proud of that may have been lost to AO3 time. If you're a reader, reblog this with a fic that haunts you, that you think of constantly. If you're an artist, reblog with a link to your favourite art.

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A fic of mine that I love is Wild Blue Yonder - Modern AU where Geralt runs a bookshop and Jaskier is a flirty mess

A fic that haunts me is Sweat and Sex and Sin: The Passiflora in Bloom - Which is a beautifully written smutty/pining/idiots to lovers AU in which Geralt meets a whore that looks an awful lot like his bard.

A fic of mine that I'm really proud of is my sort of space opera inspired by the AWAU, would you find me in the stars?

One that haunts me is definitely Full Circle by CreativWit. This Eskel is just *chef's kiss* and I've reread the fic so many times.

I'm really proud of The Subtle Knife, an Eskel centric, detective noir fic with amazing artwork done by the extremely talented Cylin.

I think my favorite of my own fics is This Light-Struck Country (archive-locked): https://archiveofourown.org/works/35103520

If you're a writer, reblog this with one fic you're really proud of that may have been lost to AO3 time. If you're a reader, reblog this with a fic that haunts you, that you think of constantly. If you're an artist, reblog with a link to your favourite art.

Or all of the above?

Let's spread some love!

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A fic of mine that I love is Wild Blue Yonder - Modern AU where Geralt runs a bookshop and Jaskier is a flirty mess

A fic that haunts me is Sweat and Sex and Sin: The Passiflora in Bloom - Which is a beautifully written smutty/pining/idiots to lovers AU in which Geralt meets a whore that looks an awful lot like his bard.

A fic of mine that I'm really proud of is my sort of space opera inspired by the AWAU, would you find me in the stars?

One that haunts me is definitely Full Circle by CreativWit. This Eskel is just *chef's kiss* and I've reread the fic so many times.

Handsom, gray haired witcher with big sword to meet me at the flower field along the Buina to slay the cockatrice in my pants ;)

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Vesemir took a sip from his flask and made a face. The bard's games were getting out of hand and clearly it was time to do what every good father would do in a situation like this.

“Wait—how do you know Lambert?” Geralt asked, the question slipping out sharp as a drawn blade, caught somewhere between suspicion and disbelief.

Jaskier blinked at him, entirely unbothered. “Oh, that? He’s my godfather,” he said, as casually as one might remark on the weather.

Geralt stared. Truly stared. His eyes widened until it seemed a wonder they did not tumble free and roll across the floor. “How,” he said slowly, “is that even remotely possible?”

“Well,” Jaskier began, with the air of someone about to recount a perfectly ordinary tale, “it all started when I was a baby, and a fae tried to curse me.”

Geralt’s brow furrowed. “A fae cursed you?”

“Tried,” Jaskier corrected, lifting a finger as though this distinction were sacred law. “Important difference. You see, the fae was hopelessly in love with my mother—tragic, really—who, inconveniently, was in love with my father. Then along came me, which did not improve matters. Jealousy, curses, the usual sort of thing.”

Geralt said nothing. He simply looked at him, face carved from stone, as Jaskier carried on, bright as birdsong.

“Anyway, it’s my first name-day, everyone’s celebrating, and this fae decides it’s the perfect moment for revenge. But—fortunate twist—Lettenhove had been dealing with drowners at the time, so my father had already hired a witcher.”

Geralt exhaled through his nose, the pieces clicking into place despite himself. “Lambert.”

What he doesn't expect when Jaskier meets him by the stables to get going is the biggest draft horse Geralt's ever seen in his hundreds of years of life. Actually renders him speechless for a moment. Makes Roach look diminutive.

Not what Geralt expected. But Jaskier and this tank of a horse have soulmated hard, and there will be no separating them. Besides, slow as he is, not much is going to mess with Jaskier when riding a horse that's bigger than some of the monsters Geralt fights.

"Geralt," Jaskie said, using his sweetest voice that he could muster. "Would you be a dear, and help me up?"

Jaskier stood in front of his horse, which the bard at so lovely called Pegasus.

"You really should consider getting a smaller horse," Geralt said as he went to give the bard a boost.

Pegasus was a shire horse and at a whopping height of 19 hands high, was a giant. So large that Jaskier needed Geralt's help to get on top of him.

"Nonsene," Jaskier said, happily sitting on his horse. "He would be so sad if I left him."

What's worse is that the horse absolutely smites Jaskier. Constantly referring to Pegasus as a sweetheart. Even when the said darling horse was trying to bite Geralt in the arse.

"Let's just go," Geralt said, watching Jaskier petting Pegasus ' mane.

Inspired by a post by @okayhotshot on Twitter

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