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The Lesser Evil Chapter 2

Kasia stormed into her chambers, and hastily locked the door, doing her best to keep her husband and his entourage out.

“No, you will not come into this room! I won’t let you!”

The brown haired queen at still feeling threatened, barricaded the room with her body, using the last of her strength warding against the knocking at her door. Her body randomly jolted as a result of the force hitting outside the entrance.

“Please Kasia, my love, my sweet heart, open the door,” the king pleaded.

Kasia put her remaining hand on her belly, sobbing in desperation knowing that at any moment Fredefalk could order the door opened by force, despite any protest from her.

“You won’t take them!” Kasia’s voice was muffled by a sob.

“They’re mine! They’re innocent, no one will harm them, I wont let them!” Determination lacing her voice along desperation.

Muffled voices could be heard outside the room, alongside Fredefalk’s, “My lord, we could have the knights open the door, we need to prepare my lord… things… things need to be done… In light of what Eltibald has revealed.”

“You are all dismissed,” King Fredefalk boomed, voice leaving no room for doubt, “Leave me with my wife.”

“But my lord, we all need to discuss-“

“There is nothing here that would require your expertise,” King Fredefalk ordered, “You will all leave us, now.”

Kasia could hear the grumbling of her husband’s counselors and the light steps of her ladies fading through the door. In spite of their noticeable retreat, Kasia remained immovable against the door. All the while, she wept softly while bracing her forehead against its wooden surface.

“Kasia, my love-”

“I don’t care what you or that mage have to say Fredefalk!” Kasia rasped, “They are my children, whether they be born a boy or girl, mine, and no one will harm them.”

“Kasia darling-“

“Do you hear me husband?” The Queen shrieked, accompanying it with a blow against the door, “They will not be taken from me! I don’t care what some hack magician and his supposed prophecy say, I won’t let them!”

“And I do not intend to let them either, woman!” The king snapped, his patience at an end.

At only hearing muffled breathing in response, the king slumped, before sighing and placing his brow against the door as well.

“What have I done Kasia?” The king asked, sounding exhausted, “What have I done against you, that has made you doubt me so?”

“It is not what you will do to me Fredefalk, that worries me,” the Queen rebuked, “They are innocent,” she pleaded, “and I cannot trust you in this because I don’t know what you believe or who’s opinion you will heed.”

“Kasia…” the king sighed.

“At least give me a head start,” the queen blurted out.

Kasia turned her back against the door, bracing the crown of her head against the wood. He eyes shut tightly, she wiped away a tear making its way down her cheek.

She had no time for weakness now, it was time for strength.

She glanced down, and placed a gentle hand over the slight well of her belly.

Only strength.

“One night Fredefalk,” she gasped, “One night, and I’ll be gone, to free you from this burden.”

“Are you insane Kasia!?” The king raged.

“The what other option is there Fredefalk?” Kasia shrieked back.

“Sometimes,” the king murmured, rubbing his face aggressively with his hands, “Sometimes, I feel you are difficult for the sole reason that you can!”

“Do not ridicule me,” Kasia hissed.

King Fredefalk quit pacing, and gently placed his hands on the door with his eyes closed, imagining his wife’s warmth on the other side.

“The other option,” he began hesitantly, “is that you open this Melitle blasted door, and stay here by my side,” the king choked, voice becoming hoarse, “and let me love you, and this child, with every part of my being… till the end of my days.”

Kasia slid to the floor, leaning against the door, her face in her hands as she weeped, not daring to believe her husband.

“If it is a boy,” the king stated wistfully, “then he shall be my heir, but that will not be the reason for my love. I will treasure him, because he will be the greatest gift you ever gave me, a part of you, and he shall want for nothing.”

“And if she’s a girl?” Kasia demanded, voice quiet and trembling. She covered her mouth with a hand, as two more tears slid down her cheeks, waiting for a response from the other side of the door.

“And if it is a girl,” The king continued, voice becoming gentle, soft, “then I will love her and treasure her just as much.”

The king’s voice cracked.

“And she too will want for nothing, for she will be my daughter.”

Fredefalk swallowed, a tear making its way down his bearded face,

“And I would sooner let this kingdom fall, than let any harm come to my daughter.”

Whimpering, Kasia opened her eyes and stood up. She unlocked the door and flung it open only to reveal the startled face of her husband.

“Do you promise?” Both hands fisted at her sides, she tried to remain strong as stone, yet her trembling arms and watery eyes betrayed her.

At the sight of his valiant queen, he threw aside his duties, his counselor’s words; all of it.

And for once in his life, Fredefalk allowed himself to be a husband and father, before a king.

“I won’t let harm come to this child, whether they be a boy or a girl, believe me” he pleaded, “damned prophecy or not.”

And at that, Kasia’s face fell in relief as she rushed into her husband’s welcoming arms.

They both held each other, hands desperately grasping onto the other, as if they were the only thing keeping them above water.

And all the while, they were completely and utterly unaware of lady Aridea’s jealous eyes, spying on them from a bend in the stone corridor.

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Thank you so much for reading! you can read up to chapter 6 on my ao3. 

Have an awesome day!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23842804/chapters/57298867

#the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt #fanfic

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I'm losing my fucking mind

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Farewell online privacy

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Other Marvel stans: hoping to see Doctor Strange, Wanda, and Loki team up in the movies

Me: knows it wouldn't happen because that particular panel will show how powerful Loki really is compared to Doctor Strange and Wanda

The thing about it is that in the MCU, they want to show that Wanda's chaos magic is the strongest form of magic as it is a myth therefore making her the strongest being, while in the Marvel comics, it was clearly shown and justified that Loki is the strongest being as he is a myth himself.

Showing Loki's full abilities in the movies will ruin their set-up for Wanda as the strongest being. But I still don't get why. Why would they corrupt Loki's magic? To give way to another character's arc? What for? Every marvel stans who read the comics knows who's the most powerful being. Its Loki. The Moon King. The God. The Mischief. The Myth.

(photo credits to the rightful owner)

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:D

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This was just lovely, absolutely hilarious!

Anon requested: Geralt/Jaskier body swap

“It’s not funny, Yen,” Geralt growls. Or, rather, he intends to growl, but it comes out as a petulant whine. He crosses his arms and scowls, but the effect is ruined by the ridiculous puffy baby blue doublet he’s wearing and the way his hair flops rakishly over one eye.

Yennefer looks from him to Jaskier, who is trying to hide his now considerable bulk behind a tall plant. He is not succeeding.

“No, you’re right, it isn’t funny,” Yennefer soothes. “It’s hilarious.”

“So glad we could entertain you,” Jaskier snaps, and it’s so strange for Geralt to watch his own body bouncing around the room animated by Jaskier’s irrepressible energy. “But I have a performance tonight and I can’t very well play like this -” he gestures with Geralt’s thick, stubby fingers, which are admittedly poorly suited to playing the lute. “So fix it. Please.”

“You don’t want me to do that,” she says, not looking apologetic. “It’s a powerful binding spell and while I could break it forcibly, it would risk both your lives. You’re better off waiting a few days until it runs its course.”

“So we’re stuck like this?” Geralt can’t control the timbre of his voice and it wobbles and rises dramatically. It’s awful.

Yennefer shrugs. “I’m sure you’ll manage. Who knows,” she smirks, “perhaps it’ll be educational for both of you.”

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 “You’ve never been my destiny, Jaskier,”

“You’re one of the only real choices I’ve ever gotten to make.”

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Beautiful quote from a beautiful fic: Friends by ShastaFirecracker

The whole series of Choices is beautiful but this story is my favorite ❤️

Stop staring at this mess and go on reading the stories!

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Oh hell yes, I will definitely try to implement this. Wow, I really need to read the books. 

Okay I feel like I must share this with you because I love The Witcher for like 7 years now and I’ve always kinda shipped Geralt with Jaskier so here we go:

As a Polish long-term Witcher fan, I LOVE how much attention this ship is getting after the series! It makes me so happy! But there is one thing that makes me laugh when I compare it to the books. I’ve seen many of those super adorable fanarts and fic ideas with Jaskier taking care of Geralt and gently treating his wounds. And I adore them, they are super adorable! BUT! In the books Geralt and Jaskier are both absolute idiots when it comes to things like that. I swear, they share one brain cell and that brain cell is drunk. They have no idea at all of how to take care of themselves when it comes to health. If I remember correctly, there is a scene in the books where someone catches them pouring some of Geralt’s potions on his open wound and trying to stitch it with the thread. I feel like in many fanfics Jaskier is like “Aww, Geralt, let me gently wash your wound and then apply some ointment with love~” while in the books he was more like “pOUR yOuR tOXiC pOTiOnS On iT anD bUrN iT witH FirE aNd seE wHaT hApPeNs”.

I thought it might be usefull for some fanfic writers out there. I personally love both versions. I adore the soft vibe of Jaskier being perfect caregiver for Geralt, but I still also love the idea of them being absolute idiots with no chance for survival until some sorcerer or sorceress takes care of them.

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It deeply pains me to know that there are some fanfics out there, some golden fanfics, that deserve to be seen and appreciated, that I will never get the chance to read because they’re buried amongst thousands of other golden fanfics and there is simply not enough time to read all of them because of this stupid mortal countdown.

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the only creature on the show brave enough to steal a Witcher’s djinn, his ale, and his horse.

Everyone on the Continent: wITchErs aRE scARy!1!

Jaskier:

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Inuyasha after finding out that his brother, who hated humans and half-demons, fucked a human and has 2 half-demon daughters

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hahahahahahahah

How it feels when you're a girl and people says you look like your father:

Credits to Moko-moko sama on Twitter for the photo.

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Too true.. too true

Inuyasha fandom now be like

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Geralt is the kind of guy that uses All-in-one shampoo and nothing else. His shower has nothing in it but that bottle. Jaskier has experienced this first hand and started crying in the shower. :)

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Poor Renfri 😭

“And one day she discovered that she was fierce and strong and full of fire, and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fears.” - Mark Anthony, The Beautiful Truth

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