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“You won’t die of loneliness or scurvy Jaskier, it’s Christmas week, not a nine month expedition to the Arctic. If you really don’t want to stay here on your own, you can come with me back to Kaer Morhen. It’s not that exciting, but there’s loads of room and Vesemir won’t mind…”
Shit. Why had he said that? He hadn’t meant to say that. Had he?
Geralt and Jaskier are flatmates, and when Jaskier's plans for the festive period fall through, Geralt's last remaining brain cell offers to take him back to his childhood home for the holidays. It's the least a semi-decent friend could do, right? Just because Geralt's never introduced anybody to his family before doesn't mean that this is a big deal or anything. I wrote a fic! It’s silly and short and sweet and soft, and intended to be the first in a little series I’ve planned around Christmas at Kaer Morhen. I’ve never written for the Witcher before and it’s a modern AU, so please excuse anything glaringly OOC - but I had such fun working on it, and hope that if you read it, you enjoy it just as much! :)
