#witchter

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

Additional Tags: Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: It is tradition — sacrificing the second born for the sake of the first; it gives them more power; makes them appeal to the god of Two Faces; helps the darkness grow stronger.

So on the night Julian, the second-born son, must do his duty and die in flames, he decides to run. The result — him leaving behind a centuries-old practice, a vindictive family, and a rage-filled god.

But the past always returns, especially when his own powers of darkness can no longer be hidden.

When a witcher with liquid moon hair is sent to kill him.

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The sun has long since been a distant acquaintance of Jaskier. Often around, but never in reach. He recalls the way the rustic window bolt looked with each rising dawn. The blinding light covering years of dirt and decay as the star reached the highest point in the sky. In his previous room, Jaskier could never lay eyes on the ball of fire. The position of his window made it impossible. Only through the reflection of the lock did the sun make itself known. Jaskier’s eyes would water at the harsh brightness, but even then he could not look away. Not when he thought his life would end without setting sight on something everyone else has seen. All common people have seen the sun.

But Jaskier is not common.

A reminder he was constantly given.

The sun embraces him now as its light crept from the entrance of the cave to his current position, but, much to Jaskier’s dismay, it wasn’t warm enough to thaw out his frozen, aching limbs. It is enough to rile him from the depth of his deep slumber though, turning the darkness behind his lids to a fleshy red. His eyelashes act as a poor excuse of a barrier when his vision begins to adjust to the new levels of light. Covering his eyes will not help him as that will prolong the irritation. So he finally opens them and his blurred surroundings come into view. The cave seems no different to how it was before – the jagged rocks, high ceiling and long shadows in front of him. It is–