Waiting On Your Lips |Geraskier High School AU| COMPLETED
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Jaskier is a nobody. He is often pushed to the side, ignored and forgotten. Nobody wants to be near him most of the time because of one little slip up in freshman year. Because of this he is always alone, barely even fitting into the club he joined a while back. One day Geralt, a very popular presence among the school, approaches the outcast and asks for help. From that point on the two become very close, even if Geralt refuses to admit it. Will Geralt find what he's missing in his songbird of a friend or lose him in the mystery that is Yennefer?
Warning!
Suicide attempt(s)
Self harm
Suicidal ideation
Death
Bullying
Panic attack(s)
other shit (murder)
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