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    Ajax had a soulmate mark, just like about half the population of Teyvat did.
    If Ajax ever found his soulmate, he would pretend to be normal for them. He would observe from afar if possible, and make sure nothing happened to them. That no ailments ever came to them. That they never came to lack anything.
    That was the plan. Or, at least, it had been, until the Tsaritsa requested an audience with him alone and asked to see his mark.

    “Tartaglia,” she began, serious. “That is Morax, the Geo Archon.”

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    Or, Ajax is Morax' soulmate, the Tsaritsa ships him off to Liyue, and he has to pretend like he doesn't feel like he's not good enough for the Geo Archon.

    [the word count up to chapter 14 was 69 420 and i think i won't achieve something as beautiful ever again]

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    17 Nov 2024

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    Honestly this the only fic I ever come back to comfort read and every damn time I have to go through a whole process to find it. Now I’ve bookmarked it

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    Ajax's biggest mistake is setting foot on Liyue at all but that's all right, Morax will love and cherish him all the same, as he has always did: gently.

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    16 Jun 2022

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    “How old are you, anyway?”

    Yellow eyes flicked wryly up to him. “Old enough to be more than your father, pup. C’mon, start putting your shit away.” The witcher stood, gathering their first pile of things— for the desk and its drawers— and neatly depositing them.

    “That’s not a number.” The bard smiled sweetly, eyes narrow, in the way Geralt said made him look like a little butcherbird: darling but violent-minded. “Don’t get shy now; you don’t look a day over seventy, dear-heart.”

    Geralt reached over and tugged his earlobe for the impertinence. “Cheeky, but close.”

    Jaskier laughed. Everything but his husband’s white hair looked to be late-thirties, perhaps forty; an excruciatingly fit, well-kept forty, but the shallow lines in his face and the fullness of his physique gave him away somewhat.

    “Fifty? Fifty-five? I’m not going to catch a case of the vapors, Geralt.” Jaskier made a point to keep his expression playful, despite the flush of embarrassment that crawled up his neck to color his face. He liked it, and Geralt knew that he liked it, so there was no shame in discussing it. Particularly when it kept the conversation away from why he liked it.

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    Aziraphale swallows. This sounds serious, and one thought comes to his mind.
    “Hastur again?” he asks, afraid that their respective sides finally decided to get back to them.
    “Not Hastur. Hell hasn’t been in contact. This is entirely different…”
    “Oh thank god. I really despise this demon. He has already tried to get to you. I won’t allow something like that again.”
    “Zira, will you please listen to me?” Crowley interrupts. The angel falls silent. Then he nods.
    “Go on, then,” he says seriously. Crowley takes a step back. He’s searching for the right words.

    “You know I didn’t feel well lately. The mood swings. The vomiting. The unusual bodily functions. There is a reason for all this.”
    Crowley takes a deep breath.
    “I made a test. I am pregnant,” he then says, his voice trembling.

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    22 Sep 2021

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    The 4077 has had their supply of suppressors stolen (again). No suppressors means any omegas who's heat is due will likely have one. Among the omegas are Radar O'Reilly; Colonel Blake's clerk. Henry himself is an alpha and with the shortage comes the fear of hurting the one person who seems to actually care about him in their little corner of Hell.

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