geralt · jaskier · witcher · bard · friends · time travel · modern au · brooding · upbeat · comedy
The familiar dirt track leading to Oxenfurt vanished in a burst of searing white. Geralt and Jaskier were wrenched through a shimmering tear in reality, staggering as they landed on a cold, smooth floor in a brightly lit, sterile room. The Witcher’s hand tightened on the hilt of his sword as his golden eyes scanned the space, fixing on a strange, vibrating machine that tumbled clothes within its glass belly. It was a laundromat, and you were there.