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Now, he is thinking of a name.
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loose tongues, wicked hands by violaceum_vitellina_viridis for childoffantasy
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
02 Dec 2020
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“Jaskier?”
“I like your hands,” Jaskier blurts out.
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- Part 1 of yule gift fics
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03 Dec 2020
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a bloodless coup by Ark
Fandoms: James Bond (Craig movies), James Bond (Movies), James Bond - All Media Types
24 Oct 2020
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If Q is being truthful with himself, he's expected this for a while. Near everyone who's anyone has had a turn with James Bond. He imagines it's a bit like an initiation, the final stamp of welcome into the MI6 fold.
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you were always gold to me by limerental
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
08 Feb 2020
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Their hands clasp together on the pillow, and Geralt can almost visualize it, the golden spill of Jaskier up through his veins, sinuous and explosive and all-consuming. Slivers of gold knit right into his oozing, viscous, shattered places, and he can do nothing but turn his face toward this blinding sun of a man and breathe into the flex of his shoulder.
After spending ten years behind bars for getting caught up in the wrong crowd while trying his hardest to be a worthy father to his little daughter, Geralt takes up a job at a swanky garden center owned by the bubbly and charismatic man of many yellow flower names. They rest, they say, is just gravity.
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Kaer Morhen has always been haunted. Before Salamandra plundered the paltry survivors of the earlier pogrom for forgotten reagents, before the pogrom, when the mob fanatically massacred the Wolf witchers out of blind hate, even before the witchers themselves strapped their children down to administer the mutagens that killed 7 out of every 10 so tortured, the bones of the long dead sea and the whisper of long stilled waves painted every corridor of the keep with their memories. It’s always been a place for dead things.
It’s where, at the end of his long full life, Jaskier of Oxenfurt goes to die. It’s where the monster he brought with him is going to kill everyone he loves.