the witcher oneshots

the witcher oneshots

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so, I originally posted all of these on a03, but with the looming threat of a certain orange man taking a03 down with his taxes as well as all of our rights I will be posting on wattpad as well in hopes of some sort of site surviving him for 4 years. Anyway, so far, there are only geraskier fics in here, but more will be added! also, credit for the picture goes to nopekaat. I didn't see anything saying not to use their fanart, but if anyone knows better, please tell me, and i will immediately change it!
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"If we are to use you as bait to lure our possessed Witcher here to Kaer Morhen, do you understand what that entails?" Jaskier nods, but he remains quiet. A slight tremor works its way into his right hand, and Yennefer smirks at its appearance. The sorceress scoffs faintly, and she approaches him. There is something in her violet eyes, like a spark that proceeds the wildfire it causes as she comes close, her voice growing low and sharp. "He will hunt you," Yennefer whispers, as though she is reciting some sort of spell, bewitching as she is sardonic, "You cannot hide from him. You cannot outrun him. You cannot overpower him." Jaskier swallows, but he does not waiver. Not even as Yennefer begins to circle him. Despite the tears in her dress and the dirt that clings to her form, she remains as entrancing as ever. It's as though she's a fever dream Jaskier can only spot from the corners of his eyes. Her words come to Jaskier like a mirage, a silhouette muddled in fog. The only solid sensation coming from her being the race her words bring to his heart. "You will be at the Witcher's mercy." That should scare Jaskier. But it doesn't.

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