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My first ever prompt fill!!!

I"m absolutely BUZZING!!!! This is the best news, my family's ordering pizza to celebrate, this is the best! I really really appreciate the thorough crediting, and hope this can bring more people to both our accounts! Thank you for writing out my prompt!!!! It's wonderfully written, I had a blast with the ending, and your insight into their conversations hit my heartstrings! Everyone please go check it out! It's 854 words, no excuse! (cough cough, my one friend who can't read fics above 3000 words)

New story!

Inspired by a prompt from @geraskierfanficprompts here's a short oneshot about Geralt discovering a cursed lute.

The trader greeted Geralt with a grateful clap on the back and bid him take any of his priceless items that Geralt chose. Looking about the collection, Geralt saw many an unusual item - shrunken heads, possessed urns, boxes that could only be opened with a drop of the owner's blood. But what drew his attention was a handsome looking lute. It was engraved with tiny painted buttercups. Geralt's heart lurched at the thought of Jaskier. Having made his decision, Geralt took the lute. It was a perfect reminder of his companion and would make a wonderful gift for Jaskier should he find his way back into Geralt's life.

Returning to his rented rooms, Geralt was about to set down the lute on the bedside cabinet when he noticed a slip of paper stuck between the strings. Opening the folded parchment, Geralt read:

Do not play this instrument under any circumstances. It is cursed.

Geralt rolled his eyes; it was just typical that he had chosen a cursed item.

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New fic!

Brand new oneshot inspired by @geraskierfanficprompts

Jaskier gets injured and Geralt fears for his life.

#Jaskier whump.

An hour passed and Jaskier hadn't returned. When two hours went by, Geralt began to grow concerned. He stood from the stool and was about to go search for his bard when Jaskier stumbled through the door, swaying on his feet. He had a hand clamped to his head, red bleeding through his fingers. Before Geralt could reach his side, he promptly collapsed to the floor. 

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“Jask, keep your eyes open for me. Can you do that?” 

Jaskier was slumped on the edge of the bed, barely conscious, as Geralt sat down beside him and inspected the wound. It was jagged, inflamed, open and bleeding profusely. A knife wound, Geralt suspected. He didn't want to think about what Jaskier had done to earn a stabbing but Geralt was already blaming himself. 

Jaskier's voice was thin and fragile when he mumbled. “I'm tired, G'ralt…”

“You can rest in a moment, just please keep your eyes open for now.”

Jaskier had lost so much blood. If he fell asleep now, he might never wake up. 

Head wounds were dangerous. As Geralt wet a rag and began cleaning the ragged slash on Jaskier's crown, he felt his companion slumping further and further down in himself. 

“Jask. Talk to me.” Geralt gripped his shoulder. “Talk. It's what you do best.”

“Dunno… what to say… Just let me… sleep.”

Geralt squeezed Jaskier's shoulder hard. “Talk, dammit.”

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