Geralt passed through the inn's common room and heard another strange bard singing the first song Geralt had heard about the strange Cat witcher, and Geralt hurried out. "Fucking Cats."
"Well, that's just rude. We've only just met," came a stranger's voice.
Geralt swirled around and his retort died on his tongue when he caught a whiff of a familiar scent just as he saw the dark brown curls and a Cat medallion. With a growl, Geralt lifted the Cat by his leather armor and slammed him against the stable wall. "What have you done to Jaskier??!"
The Cat hissed. His eyes went from the white hair to the golden eyes, and ended on the Wolf medal on Geralt's chest. "Geralt of Rivia." He relaxed in an almost insulting kind of way and lifted an eyebrow knowingly. "So that's how it is."
Geralt growled. "You reek of him. It was you. The songs he wrote. Where is he?!"
The Cat smirked. "Well, you didn't think you were the only witcher worthy of a song, did you?"
Geralt growled. "Since when does a fucking Cat travel with a bard?"
"Why not?" the Cat said, mock puzzled. "He's charming, and he was writing songs about me, making me sound so heroic. It's been nice to share the Path with someone. The Path, the ale... and the bedrolls."
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After the whole mess of the dragon hunt, Geralt of Rivia has lost a lover, gained a daughter, and now his bard was singing songs about another witcher. Wait, what? *His* bard? Where had that come from??
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This fanfic is set in The Witcher Netflix TV series, after episode 6 of season 1. It ignores season two almost completely and sets Geralt on a merry chase to self-discovery and his nemesis: talking about his feelings.
Warnings: the story contains rude language, canon-typical monsters and violence, nudity, shameless ogling, mild-to-medium angst, and dysfunctional relationships.
Image source: https://www.deviantart.com/yakichou/art/Geraskier-852512449
This is the rewritten (better!) version of Boys Will Be Boys
DISCLAIMER: This book will contain foul language and general idiocy. I started writing this almost six years ago, and many of the writing techniques and actual content are no longer representative of me as a writer. Nonetheless, I do hope it makes you happy to read.
CW/TW: (internalized and general) homophobia, other TWs are specified as needed in chapters
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"You good Keke?"
I felt a hand slap my back and looked up excitedly, lips splitting into a grin when Lukas dragged a stool over next to mine. He nudged me with his shoulder, a small smile on his lips.
"Don't fucking call me that, and yeah, 'm alright," I yawned, resting my head on my forearm and leaning so I could meet Lukas' eyes.
"Just tired and sore" I admitted, letting my legs dangle so I could knock them into Lukas' in a repetitive pattern. He looked down in surprise, which soon turned to determination as we waged a silent war between who could kick each other harder and evade the other's attack.
"Yeah, I'm still sore from last night too" Lukas murmured, wincing when I got him in the shin.
"Same here" DJ piped in, echoed quietly by Roger who was still lost in his own world.
"You guys make it sound like we had a massive orgy last night"