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  1. Summary

    Destiny, Fate, whatever you may call Her, sits and weaves Her tapestry. The design takes shape, and some of it may surprise Her, but She knows with certainty that these four lines meet here.

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    To understand what I'm about to tell you, you need to do something for me first. You need to believe in the impossible.

    My name is Stiles Stilinski, and apparently my friend Barry Allen is the the fastest man alive. Oh, and I'm Thor now. And you know what? That's the least of my problems.

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    “You two haven’t gotten the chance to see each other in a while, haven’t you?” She sits down on the edge of the couch, package set carefully on the end table.

    “I guess not.”

    “I don’t think I could stand being away from my anchor so long, if I was you. If I was either of you.”

    “You – what?” He frowns. “I’m – I’m not…”

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    Derek comes home from his last year at undergrad to find that his family's basically adopted a new pack member without telling him.

    Oh, and that new pack member just happens to be Beacon Hills' newest witch.

    This is definitely not what he had planned.

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  1. Rec 23

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    Filavandrel goes in search of that stupid human bard who is spreading lies about him to get his lute back since the human doesn't deserve it.

    ... They come to an agreement.

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    07 Mar 2020

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    Geralt knew he was being followed. Something – someone – had been following him for days. His first instinct had been to just call them out on it and take them down (if needed) but, for some reason, he decided to wait. Now, four days later, they still hadn’t showed themselves but more importantly they hadn’t attacked him.

    He’d even feigned sleeping and still nothing.

    So the person obviously wasn’t a threat. At first he thought maybe it was a human too nervous to inquire about a job, but that didn’t seem right. He could hear the thing’s heartbeat, nervous and unsteady, but on top of that he could feel them. They weren’t a mage, not quite, but they still felt like magic. Strong and potent magic.

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    04 Mar 2020

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    “How did you manage,” asked Geralt, with infinite patience and only a desire to know the facts, and not at all a little meanhearted glee, “to insult a sorcerer while his tongue was down your throat?”

    Don’t make me recount the entire sordid affair, Geralt,” said Jaskier, with a surprising note of desperation breaking through his gruff monotone. “I’m already having a rather shit day and all I’ve done so far is wake up.”

    “In my body,” said Geralt.

    “Yes,” said Jaskier, with the insolent cadence that was unmistakably Jaskier’s, but in Geralt’s voice, emerging from Geralt’s face and frame.

    “And I’ve got yours,” said Geralt, from Jaskier’s.

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    03 Mar 2020

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    Jaskier could admit to it; he was starting to develop a problem.

    He wouldn’t call it a drinking problem, exactly. He’d seen men with that kind of sickness, who couldn’t function unless they had ale lingering on their lips, and he could happily go weeks without ever touching the stuff (even if he’d prefer not to – but life on the road with a Witcher didn’t always bring with it anything other than slightly-muddy water).

    It was just that when he did drink, he tended to steal things.

    He couldn’t help it! He’d tried to help it. But no matter how much he thought he could recount the nights they spent in taverns, he’d wake up in the morning to find some small thing in his pack; cleaning supplies for his lute, a tiny bottle of the whiskey he liked, a new fine silk shirt. He couldn’t remember taking them, but there was no other possible explanation. They were too tailored to his own desires to be some passing fancy slipping them in with his things and checking his coin purse confirmed that he’d not spent anything near the amount he should have done for some of the things he’d found.

    -///-

    Or, five times Jaskier thought that he was a drunken thief, and one time he realised he wasn't.

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    03 Mar 2020

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    Essek's disregard for soul bonds is somewhat solidified when the first inclination he has of the existence of his soulmate comes with their death. The strange wounds that appear on his forearms seventeen years later are a complication.

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    02 Mar 2020

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