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  1. Public Bookmark 23

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    Corollary: (n.) A natural consequence, or a result that naturally follows.

    Such as the events the follow a young omega entering his General's tent while in heat.

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    21 Feb 2020

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    Jaskier has a habit of sleeping around, lately with men. Geralt shouldn't give a shit, but he does.

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    06 Feb 2020

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    jaskier didn’t think that geralt would be the jealous type.

    he was half right.
    geralt was the fucking possessive type.

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    06 Feb 2020

  4. Public Bookmark 99

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    Geralt is driven mad by a Samodiva, who pawns the obsession onto who already holds his affection.
    Jaskier is with him as usual and gets to experience a Witcher without restraint, to be the obsession of one Geralt of Rivia.

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    06 Feb 2020

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    "These look far too healed to have just sustained them this morning." Griffith's eyes skated over the cuts and small wounds that had already sewn themselves shut. He pressed the pad of his thumb against one, sliding over the muscled lines of Guts' shoulder. It didn't hurt or ache, only made Guts' face flush a tad warm.

    "Judeau gave me something for them," he responded, voice maybe a bit detached.

    Griffith lifted his eyes to Guts' face. They were close enough that Guts' next exhale fluttered the hair beside Griffith's cheek, silver strands catching at his cheekbone. There was no shift in expression, just two pale blue irises riveted to Guts' own, "I'll have to thank him."

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    07 Dec 2019

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