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ain't really quaint by quietnight, silentwalrus
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
01 Apr 2019
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Natasha stops by on a Tuesday, early enough in the morning that it would have been late by Steve’s old standards. Now, though, it takes him nearly three minutes just to limp to the door, yawning, and when he opens it he has to lean heavily on the doorframe.
“Hi,” Natasha says, over the beginnings of birdsong. She’s not alone. “Can we come in?”
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- Part 1 of farm hell
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11 Jun 2020
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I have never laughed so much while reading a fic in my entire fic reading LIFE as I did while reading this one. Omfg.
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Honeysuckle by Amazonia_8
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
20 Feb 2020
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The mutations are specific tools for specific uses. Formidable strength for formidable enemies. Sharpened sight to see what lurked in the darkness. Keen smell to track every kind of quarry. So while the varied scents of men can often times tell him what they are thinking, what they are likely about to do, there is one who's scent is unlike any other. There are precious few mysteries in Geralt's life anymore, even less that is new.
There is a bard that follows him.
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25 May 2020
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"Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent, but hesitate not to deliver justice to the guilty.” Master Maeve told him the first time he failed a mission, convinced that they’d had the wrong man. She'd bestowed upon him a lot of good words of advice that day, plenty of valuable pearls.
But none of the wisdom in the world could have prepared him for what Destiny had in store for him. Namely, Geralt of Rivia, Witcher extraordinaire, the only point of uncertainty in his life from the moment they’d met in the tavern in Posada.
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- Part 3 of Goth Himbo Geralt archetype fics
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“Ah, I do love the coast…” Jaskier sighed dreamily as he sat poised on a small stool behind the wooden bathtub with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, promptly and without warning dumping another bucket of bathwater on top of Geralt’s head while continuing to speak. “Fresh air, infinite horizon, sand in your unmentionables…” He reconsidered. “On second thought, maybe not that last one. I haven’t had this many grains in my trousers since I pleasured myself in a wheat barn.”
“Information I did not want nor need,” Geralt remarked, lifting his tankard from the floor beside the bath and taking a casual swig of ale.
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Stages of Touch by autoschediastic
Fandom The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
14 Apr 2020
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Not-friends to fuckbuddies to lovers: A get-together in three parts.
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18 May 2020