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Lady Marta, Duchess of Ysegarth, eldest daughter of the Noble House of Roggeven has found, by all accounts, a very good husband for herself.
Unfortunately, he's not all he's cracked up to be, and she rather thinks she could find something better and arranges the situation such that she can.
Adventures ensue.
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Oh Darling Monster Mine by noxis (c4d3llin)
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)
15 Feb 2020
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Jaskier is a prickly elven mage who sometimes has misunderstandings and arguments with Geralt, a human who, apart from being sufficiently eye-catching, can sometimes really get on his nerves. Enter, Triss, the new resident destroyer, a fire mage. With Mage Hunters chasing them down, Jaskier is forced to become the monster of the Hunter's nightmares to protect the one that he cares for.
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Sharp Notes and Hollow Points: Vol. I by Mimzycal
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
08 Jul 2026
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Geralt Rivia is the Wolf faction's most effective weapon. A man who understands only the contract, the silence, and the brutality required to keep the city from collapsing under it's own rot.
Jaskier is an aspiring musician by night and Julian the student by day, and all the time he is a disappointment to his parents, who want him to become his father.
When the enforcer and the poet collide, they discover a dangerous truth: in a city that demands they be monsters, the only place they feel human is in each other's arms, even when their connection is built on a foundation of secrets and blood.Series
- Part 1 of Sharp Notes and Hollow Points
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Geralt was on the Path, and now he's in Kaer Morhen, and someone other than Eskel is snuggling him. This is...new.
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- Part 35 of Inex's Not-Quite-February Ficlets
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He looked up, and a man stood before him. Geralt hadn't heard him approach. That was the first sign there was something odd.
The second was the faint but still noxious smell of poison that clung to his fingers, just strong enough to make out over the spiced perfume he wore. And under all of that was a richer smell, as familiar as Geralt's own scent, because it was Geralt's own. Or a witcher's, at least.