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When Hob awoke the morning after attending the funeral of his oldest friend, he figured it was over. Not just the casual companionship, tea and comforting silence while he worked, but what they had been building as well - something too new to be defined and now left forever in limbo with everything else that could have been but wasn’t.
The Prince of Stories doesn’t like to leave any tale unfinished, it’s not in his nature, even if he himself has become something new. Hob works his way through the stages of grief, unaccustomed to the object of his sorrow walking back through the door to try again.
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Hob leans back in his chair, a tight look in his eyes. “I think we both know why the divorce happened,” he says, a sharp edge back into his tone like earlier in the day. Except this time he seems to be painfully aware of it. “Gods, sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” Dream is surprised to find it doesn’t sound like an accusation.
Hob smiles and it’s back to being sad.
“No, I’m not.” He looks away. There’s a tick in his jaw muscle, like he wants to say more, but in the end he just sighs and stands up.
(Or: How Dream and Hob learn to heal, listen and love again.)
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18 Sep 2025
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"This is a very simple experiment, bard." Cold blue eyes met Jaskier's. "The Witcher over there? He's dying. There's only one thing that can save him at this point."
Jaskier glanced towards Geralt apprehensively; his head lolled back. If he was conscious, he gave no sign of it.
"I want you to bond him."
Jaskier jerked, staring at the man in horror. "No."
Soul-bonding was intimate, a moment reserved in private between two people who had decided to share every joy and every sorrow. They would feel each other's pain, know if the other was on the brink of death. It was a bond that could only be forged with good intention, with the purest motive. There was no way to undo it. Bonding Geralt would mean surrendering half his soul to the Witcher, to experiencing every pain, and every woe. But worse than that. Witchers didn't have souls. Jaskier would be throwing away the greatest connection he could ever experience, for a man who would never be able to return it. Jaskier was romantic enough to admit that he wanted a romance of the ages, and a bond of certainty.
Not this.
"Let me make this easier for you: bond him, or I'll kill you."
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- Part 1 of Ruin Me, Love Me
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Epic long Saga of Hob adopting Dream when he loses his raven
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let not time deceive you (you cannot conquer time) by Draco_sollicitus
Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)
28 Sep 2020
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Nicolo Genova, or Nicky to his American friends, is just trying to get through his PhD program. He's writing his dissertation on Post-classical homoerotic poetry, but he cannot find anyone who speaks an extinct dialect of Arabic so he can translate a famed love poem by a little known poet, al-Kaysani.
Strangely enough, his friend knows a professor on campus who can translate the poem. What starts as a simple request for assistance on his dissertation blossoms into something that Nicky -- shy, reserved Nicky who abandoned his plans for the priesthood months before ordination -- had never imagined for himself: true love.
What he doesn't know is that Dr. Joseph Jones (his handsome, erudite, kind, lovely Joe) is harboring a secret too large for anyone to believe -- and that secret might just cost them everything.
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