Gd I Don't Need More Fic Ideas

gd I don't need more fic ideas

Jaskier give Geralt a coat. It's a very nice coat, one that Jaskier's had since before Geralt met him. A fur coat, the same chestnut brown as Jaskier's hair and the softest thing Geralt has ever touched. It must have cost the bard a fortune.

At first Geralt protests, saying Jaskier shouldn't waste something so precious on him, but Jaskier wouldn't hear of it. He told Geralt that there's no one he'd rather give his coat to and no one he'd trust more to take care of it. With the bard looking at him so earnestly and tender Geralt couldn't say no.

He'd considered leaving it at Kaer Morhen, where it couldn't be stolen or damaged, but something about leaving it behind didn't feel right. It was such an important gift from Jaskier that he didn't want to be separated from it. So he keeps the coat tucked away in his saddlebag and guarded by Roach at all times, the safest place it could be while still within reach. And it's not as if he never used it. He'd pull the coat out on extra cold nights while on the path. The fur was so warm it chased off any chill in the air. The fond smile on Jaskier's face when he saw him using it also helped warm him from the inside out.

It wasn't until a particularly freezing winter at Kaer Morhen, when Geralt felt the need to pull out the coat even in the keep, that he learned the true significance of the gift. When Vesemir's raised eyebrow at the sight of the coat and pointed questioning about its origin led to Geralt realizing that he'd been trusted with Jaskier's selkie skin

Snippet of Chapter 4 of Am I Too Late?

Excerpt from the chapter 4 of Am I Too Late? on ao3

The room spun with Jayce’s realization. He was too late. He stumbled backwards into the bookshelf. He was too late. Viktor’s hand and likely his leg were already altered by the Hexcore. It had a hold on him, and Jayce didn't know how deep its claws had sunk into Viktor. His head swam and his sight flickered. Viktor before him. Viktor’s body crushed, dead. No. He couldn’t be too late. Viktor was still alive. He was alive. But hadn’t he noticed how deteriorated he was? Of course Viktor was desperate. He’d given into it's sweet promises and lies. Jayce had failed him. Again.

The council meeting tonight. About Zaun. No. No. Viktor would die tonight. He couldn’t let this happen. Jayce reached for the desk to steady himself, but his hand missed. No, his hand went through the wood. He was glitching. Just like he had before he’d arrived here. No! He could stop it. He had to. He was off balance and the room wouldn’t stop spinning. His head hurt. Whispers. No, no, no. Mage Viktor had realized his mistake. He was running out of time. The mage was reaching through to pull him back.

You cannot save them, Jayce. The mage spoke in his mind. This is not your mission.

“I can save them. It's not too late, not yet."

You cannot save everyone, but you have a chance to help your own Viktor.

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