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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

Additional Tags: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Apologizes, Wolf Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Requited Unrequited Love, post mountain apology, Protective Jaskier | Dandelion, Insecure Jaskier | Dandelion, brief violence to npc’s, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jaskier swears alot, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Uses His Words, and jaskier doesn’t get it, Panic Attacks, Jaskier | Dandelion Has Anxiety, don’t worry he gets lots of cuddles

Summary:  Jaskier has been doing fine after the mountain. Thank you very much. Then a white wolf rescues him one night from being mugged. A wolf he must conclude is none other than Geralt of Rivia.

And then he runs into Geralt of Rivia with his child of surprise in tow. A man he can only conclude is a doppler sent to kidnap Ciri.

What’s the other explanation? That Geralt loves him and he’s just made friends with some random white wolf? Absurd.

Chapter 4/6 posted!

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Later that night Maya lay listening to music with Terrel on speaker phone. 

On the one hand the dreamy music she was playing made him think she was excited to talk to him but the sound of typing coming through the phone made him think otherwise.  

Terrell: Maya? Maya, are you even listening to me?  

Maya [Texting]: Hmm?

Terrell: I said I was coming to see you on Friday. 

She sits up suddenly alert. 

She should have been excited to see him but for some strange reason, she just wasn’t...

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Blue Sky Chapter 5 | Part 28

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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End of chapter 5

Black Hat: 22nd

Bezel: 21st

Eclipse: 20th

Sebastian Solace: 19th

Jack O Lantern: 18th/17th

Glisten: 18th/17th

Barnaby: 16th

Sundrop: 15th

Bill Cipher: 14th

Pete (Peter Dunbar): 13th

Dyle: 12th

(11 students remain)

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Just got to "that moment" In Xenoblade 3, I will never emotionally recover from this. I can only imagine my friends worrying about me getting here from stuff I said in earlier chapters.

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NaNoWriMo 2021: Nov 25th

I thought this was going to be a bit shorter but apparently I shot past my chapter length. Oops.

Title: Warcraft: Invasion (Vol 1 of Reborn AU) Word Count: 31771 (of 50000) Includes: Violence, mature sexual content, strong language. Summary: It was a dark and stormy night when the rift opened. From it spilled warriors of an alien culture bent on finding and destroying the cause of a sickness that plagued their world, all unknowing that the true cause was right under their noses all along.

Five years after the birth of his son, Llane Wrynn, Crown Prince of Stormwind, would learn of a terrible threat to his people, his nation, and his very world. The only natural thing to do is send his son to the protective walls of Northshire Abbey and, all unknowing, to the protection of a great hero, the prodigy-knight Mara Fordragon.

When sickness ravages your very world, you have no choice but to do whatever it takes to cure it, even if it means traveling to another world by means of the foulest of dark sorceries. It means standing at the side of a butcher, a monster, an abuser, a warrior, a chieftain, a hero to your clan. It means putting aside what is right to do what you must.

All these threads and more weave together to bring about a war like any other; two worlds will never be the same again.

Previous: 1st . 2nd . 3rd . 4th . 5th . 6th . 7th . 8th. . 9th . 10th . 11th . 12th . 13th . 14th . 15th . 16th . 17th . 18th . 19th . 20th . 21st . 22nd . 23rd . 24th . 

“I don’t know if it’s possible for something to be in so many bizarre states,” Garona said after a while. “Are you sure that this snow is real at all? It could be fake, a conspiracy dictated by northerners to deceive their southern neighbours and discourage invasion.”

Duncan paused, and Garona nearly ran into his shoulder as he half-turned. “Snow’s real, an’ from the stories, the thing that discourages people from invading Lordaeron is all their knights and priests, ready for war.”

Interesting, if we ever need to fight them, Garona thought. “I’m sorry, my mistake.”

Duncan shrugged, and kept walking. At the top of the stairway there was a corridor, this one better lit, and Duncan placed the candle in a small outcropping and began to walk faster. “The Master’s rooms are up at the top of the tower but I think he’s waiting for you in one of the libraries.”

“I appreciate not needing to climb an entire tower after riding for so long,” Garona said dryly. “What’s a library?”

“It’s... a room. With books.” Duncan paused again, thinking. “Do you know what a book is?”

“Yes,” Garona replied defensively. “Why don’t you just call it a book room?”

“There is in fact a difference between a ‘room with books in it’ and a library, but those are largely semantic,” said a voice, and the pair of them startled. Before them stood Medivh, the human wearing a yellow-green, loose, simple shirt and brown trousers not unlike Duncan’s. His hair was shoulder length, brown with hints of grey, and a mustache and short beard. “Welcome, Garona, to Karazhan. I have been waiting for you.”

“Master Medivh,” Garona said, saluting by balling her right hand into a fist and crossing her arm over her chest to touch it against her left shoulder. and cursing Gul’dan silently. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“Of course.” Medivh nodded, and shifted his gaze. “That will be all, Duncan. Thank you.”

“Sir!” Duncan said, and brought his right hand up to touch against his temple, elbow extended. Medivh nodded to him and the human departed, whistling softly.

“What was that?” Garona asked. “The thing he did.”

“That is how humans salute, with varying degrees of sarcasm involved,” Medivh said. “Come, my dear, and tell me why you’ve come.”

“Don’t you already know why I’m here?” Garona asked, and started at the bluntness of her tone. She forced herself to continue. “You knew I was coming, you know my name. We’ve only met once. I never said what my name was then.”

“I have communed with your father, yes,” Medivh said. Garona flinched. “From his mind I plucked out your name, your arrival, and your purpose, but I would prefer to hear the reason why you are here from you. It’s more polite that way.”

“He’s not my father,” Garona said, tone flat. Her skin felt cold, clammy despite having left the rain behind hours before. “Does he know that you can do that?”

“He is, in fact,” Medivh said lightly. “Just as he can pull information from my own mind, such as where my tower is, how many people live here, and how many floors that my tower possesses. He also thinks I’m hiding something from him.”

“Are you?”

“I am,” Medivh agreed. “Just as he is hiding things from me. I can sense that much. We are neither of us subtle creatures, which is why we are forced to use young people such as yourself as a proxy for our passive-aggressive conflict.”

“He wants to know where the reinforcements are that you promised him,” Garona said. “I was going to look and see what forces you were hiding here. You don’t... I’m not sure where you’re hiding an army, but it isn’t in a gloomy canyon, or a coach house, or a dark mud room, or underneath all these stairs. So, did you lie to Gul’dan when you said you would help him?”

“Ah, I see.” Medivh smiled. “Come with me, then, and I will answer your question, though I have a few of my own for you.”

“...because it’s more polite to ask me questions than it is to get the answers from Gul’dan?” Garona asked.

Medivh chuckled, and turned, snapping his fingers. All along the corridor, candles sprang to life with sparks of flame. Garona’s eyes widened. Along the walls were several large, hanging clothes, their weave tight and their colours vibrant, depicting various scenes of primarily humans but other beings as well.

“What are these?” Garona asked, her voice hushed. “I’ve never seen anything like them before.”

“They’re tapestries,” Medivh said. “They’re like paintings in a way, and they depict significant events in the history of the Guardians of Tirisfal.”

“...what’s that?”

“Me,” Medivh said. “Or at least, I am the latest of them. I have not been the Guardian for very long compared to the previous one, who was generally considered to be an institution.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Garona admitted. “But I would guess it means they were an honoured elder.”

“Something like that,” Medivh said. “Now, I have my own questions for you. What is your profession? Your caste, I suppose.”

“They’re different things,” Garona said, and let her gaze wander over the tapestries. “I have no caste because I am halforcen. My blood is polluted with that of another race, so I am not as an orc should be. My people hate those who aren’t orcs. They would never lower themselves to touching one who wasn’t without hatred or violence.”

“Which is what happened to your mother, wasn’t it?” Medivh asked, his tone gentle. “Which was it?”

“Both,” Garona said bitterly. “She was a prize of conquest when Gul’dan took the Temple of Karabor, and he kept her until he had no use for her any more. After I was born. I was young, then, but I still remember her. I still remember her eyes and her voice.”

“Do you remember her name?”

“Zaratha,” Garona said. “Zaratha of Argus, which is the world she was from long ago. Student of Velen the Prophet.”

“I see,” Medivh said. “Do you know where Velen is?”

“No, I’ve never met him,” Garona said. “She told me stories of him, of how he and his followers fled from Argus before it fell, but no more than that. She wasn’t even sure if he was still alive.”

“Clever of him, hiding even from his most loyal,” Medivh murmured. Garona made a curious noise, and he raised a hand dismissively. “Never mind. So, what of your profession? What is it that you do?”

“I am a scout and a messenger,” Garona said carefully. “I gather intelligence.”

“You are a spy,” Medivh said. “I am not angry, as I had discerned what Gul’dan was doing quite easily. “That isn’t all that you are, is it?”

“...no,” Garona said softly. Her fingers curled into fists. “I’m not.”

“Well, then?”

“I am a shadow-killer,” Garona said, keeping her voice steady. “I murder Gul’dan’s enemies as he orders me to. I am not the only one, but I am the best of them.”

“On our world, we use the word ‘assassin’,” Medivh said. “If you kill people for political reason, it’s assassination. If you kill people for money, you’re a bounty hunter. If you kill many people due to anger or madness, you’re a serial killer. If you slay another in anger or for personal reasons, you’re a murderer.”

“So many words for the same thing,” Garona whispered. “I didn’t even consider that there were shades to the act.”

“Sometimes, it doesn’t actually matter,” Medivh said. “Are you here to kill me?”

“No,” Garona said. “I have no orders to. He just wants to know when you’ll support him.”

“You are a very honest assassin, my dear,” Medivh said. “Come, I will show you what you need to see, and Gul’dan will have his answer. Follow me.”

Garona nodded, and Medivh led her down the corridor, pausing at the end of it where another tapestry hung, this one of a figure in robes stood before a mighty winged creature, its scales blue and white. The figure was reaching out a hand and was surrounded by purple-white light. Garona drank in the sight even as Medivh put his hand on the wall and it shifted slightly.

“What... what is that on the tapestry?” Garona asked. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

“It is the beginning of the end,” Medivh said, and pushed on the wall more firmly. “This way.”

I wonder why he keeps it here if he doesn’t like it? Garona mused, and followed him behind the wall. It was dark and dusty within, cobwebs hanging from the beams that braced the narrow corridor. The passage closed behind her and she started.

“It’s one way,” Medivh said. “You won’t be leaving that way.”

“Will I be leaving at all?” Garona asked. “Or have you lured me here to kill me?”

“Like a serial killer? No, no,” Medivh said. “When you spend more time here, you will see that there are many places open to all - my libraries, my laboratories, the kitchen and dining room, and various guest rooms. There are other places that are not open to anyone but those I choose to bring there. This is one of the latter.”

“Very well, show me,” Garona said, then added, “please.”

Medivh chuckled, and led Garona down the oppressively dark and narrow passageway. With each step, Garona waited for something to jump out at her, to grasp her from the waiting darkness. She looked down and blinked.

There is no dust... that’s odd. If the rest of this place is so dirty, why clean the floor? As she walked, a light pulsed under her feet. Startled, she looked around and found that the cobwebs had disappeared, replaced by runes.

“I hate dusting,” Medivh said lightly. “Magic is very convenient when you hate doing chores.”

“No doubt,” Garona said. “Gul’dan has runes on his tent and on his robes sometimes. They are painful to look at.”

“These ones do no such thing,” Medivh said. “They only create light and banish dirt. You need not fear them. Besides, we’re nearly there.”

Garona nodded, and followed him until the passageway ended, leading down a spiral staircase. This area too was lit by runes, though these ones pulsed not calming white-gold light, but a red the colour of talbuk blood. Garona shivered, and did not ask if these runes were so benign.

Finally, at the bottom of the staircase, there was a doorway and a pair of green runes. Medivh waved his hand over one, then the other, and stepped through. “Come through, they will not harm you while you are with me.”

“...which would indicate they will harm me if I am not.” Garona took a breath and stepped past them. The hair at the back of her neck prickled, but she said nothing. As Medivh walked further into the room, lights sprang up again, and Garona stared in wonder and horror both.

Within the chamber were circles pulsing with the same green light that guarded the doorway. Inside each was a creature the likes of which she had never seen before: they had twisted faces with glowing green eyes, and twisted fingers with long, curving claws. Their bodies varied in size and shape, but uniformly, they exuded an aura of menace.

“Here they are,” Medivh said, waving towards the cages. Garona looked towards him and saw that his eyes reflected the terrible green glow. She gasped sharply. “Tell Gul’dan that whenever he is ready for the final strike that his demons are waiting.”

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The Fast and the Murderous

The path wasn’t easy, but eventually the truth came out. The trial came to a screeching halt when Michi confessed to everything they witnessed. There wasn’t just one murderer this round... there were TWO.

Tara captures the SHSL Drag Racer and teleports them to their final destination.

MICHI SOKUDO & JACOB ROY HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY OF MURDER! TIME TO COMMENCE THE EXECUTION!!!

Michi was forced into a vehicle they knew very well. Their old race car. Oh the irony of meeting their fate in the vehicle they knew and loved. “Heya buddy... looks like we’re going for a last ride.” They said sadly.

They glanced over and noticed another car with... Jacob inside? Michi gasped as they saw his dead limp body in the car strapped in. They tried to break out of their car to get to him but there was no use as they were strapped in tight and the doors were locked.

Tara could be seen raising a flag and the waving it signalling the start of the “race.” Whether or not Michi tried to control the car it didn’t matter because it had been rigged to be automatic, all they could do was speed up.

Soon enough they came to a fork in the rode, Jacob went left and Michi went right. They watched in horror as Jacob’s path began to take him towards a wall. Even if he was dead they didn’t want to see his body blown to smithereens, but that’s what they witnessed as the car crashed into the wall and blew up.

They tried to brace themself for their doom as they looked forward and saw where the path took them. A few obstacles appeared in the road which they were able to dodge until they came to the end of the road.

Even though Michi knew it was futile, they saw the other cliff and thought maybe, just maybe they could make the jump. They pressed the gas pedal hard and sped up the vehicle. The car flew off of the edge and seemed to be on course to reaching the other side, but then the engine cut out and the car lost it’s momentum as it began to crash into the other side of the cliff. Within their last moments they closed their eyes and softly said. “I’m sorry everyone...”

Michi Sokudo, SHSL Drag Racer, and Jacob Roy, SHSL Scenic Photographer, have been executed!

Players Remaining: 7