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Why Are You Not Dead? by sequelseagull
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
18 Oct 2025
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Geralt discovers what he thinks is a corpse in the Kaedweni woods, only for the young man, Julian “Jaskier” Pankratz, to revive screaming in the flames. Though Geralt kills him again, Jaskier rises once more, confused and oblivious. He latches onto the Witcher as his bard, unaware that he carries some strange curse that won’t let him stay dead.
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A Witcher's Heart by AvoidingAverage
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
04 Jan 2022
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In books and songs, there are always clues that warn the audience that a great tragedy is about to occur. A spot of blood against the clean floor. A broken window, perhaps, or a darkened home. Their hearts would race with anticipation only to gasps as the true horror unfolded.
For Jaskier, the tragedy looked like this:
Two bodies moving awkwardly off the tumbled bedspread.
Dark hair tumbling over shoulders bared by a shirt that was far too large for a woman’s body.
Familiar scars left behind by a life of war joined now by a deep bruise along one collarbone in the shape of a mouth.
Yellow eyes meeting his with agony marring their depths—too much emotion to belong to the man responsible for the way Jaskier’s chest seemed collapse around the shards of his broken heart.
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from what i've tasted of desire by asweetepilogue
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
06 Jan 2022
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Jaskier's coat as a hole in it.
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reconstruction by SparrowFlight246
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
29 Dec 2021
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Jaskier's burned hand gets infected in the aftermath of everything.
It complicates things, a bit.
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With My Last Breath by AvoidingAverage
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
30 Dec 2020
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“You know how this ends.”
The bard swallows and summons up the mask of confidence better suited to wooing crowds. “One can only hope it includes an end to stupid questions.”
They jerk the chair he’s chained to backwards and tilt it until the only thing keeping it upright are their hands. Behind him, another drags the tub into place. He pants, struggling through the panic and the petty need to keep them from knowing that they’re getting to him. He knows it’s a losing battle.
“Last chance, bard,” the hated voice whispers into his ear.
He fills his lungs with the fetid smelling air of the prison and tries to find the resolve that had been enough to make him face Nilfgaard alone.
A sigh. “Have it your way.”
The water closes over his head.