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    It seemed as though Pavetta’s betrothal had shaken loose something in Geralt’s brain. Or, no. Maybe that wasn’t it, maybe it was preparing for the banquet, letting Jaskier work nimble fingers through his filthy hair, passing a cloth so deftly over his aching shoulders. Geralt wanted nothing more than to forget it, but he was finding that he couldn’t stop thinking about it at all.

    Or: Jaskier keeps patching Geralt up, and asking him for help, and touching him, and Geralt absolutely does not know what to do with all these feelings.

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    24 Mar 2020

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    He looked up, and a man stood before him. Geralt hadn't heard him approach. That was the first sign there was something odd.

    The second was the faint but still noxious smell of poison that clung to his fingers, just strong enough to make out over the spiced perfume he wore. And under all of that was a richer smell, as familiar as Geralt's own scent, because it was Geralt's own. Or a witcher's, at least.

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    23 Mar 2020

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    They’re the same kind of monster.

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    16 Mar 2020

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    Darcy is thirty feet out of Stark-cum-Avengers Tower when she starts craving cinnamon rolls--the sticky-sweet iced-up old-fashioned kind, yummy and messy and dripping gooshy icing all over your mouth and hands and down your yuuuup, yup, that is a super, super fertile omega that she is smelling, holy shit is it ever.

    “Jesus Christ,” she groans in frustration, then follows her alpha instincts (and, more easily and importantly, her nose) to go track them down. They’re in the middle of New York City; middle of the day or not, not checking on somebody who smells like that is, like, the ultimate dick move.

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    09 Mar 2020

  5. Public Bookmark 17

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    So, I have mixed up canon from the TV series & the books, and then gone off and done whatever I wanted with it.

    This is kind of my take on what happens after Geralt finds Ciri, mixed in with the fall of Aretuza from the books.

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    08 Mar 2020