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baby you’re my holy ghost (and i need you close, come back to me) by shofics
Fandoms: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast)
14 Apr 2021
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[I’m not a saint, but do I have to be?]
“So incredibly an arse more like,” Zolf says huffily, and Wilde can’t help but lose it at that, exploding into merry peals of helpless laughter that ring over the freezing cliff. Zolf stares at him indignantly for half a second, and then he breaks too, and Wilde clutches his hands as they catch each other’s eyes and lose it all over again; two grown men giggling like children, helpless and manic with all they’ve seen, sitting together at the darkening edge of the world and holding each other like they might either fall off or fall apart if they let go.
“Oh, gods,” Wilde says breathlessly, dizzy from laughing, “you brought me back from the dead by promising me a vacation...”
(In which Wilde learns what he wants, and together they find out how to ask for it.)
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31 Dec 2025
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Local Cuisine by Triss_Hawkeye for fieldofyellowdandelions
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18 Dec 2019
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Hamid and Sasha hunt down some street food in Paris, and reminisce.
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15 Nov 2025
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Oscar Wilde let someone get too close to him and paid the price. He's definitely not doing that again. Nope. Not ever. Nosirree.
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14 Nov 2025
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She just wants them to know what happened.
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13 Nov 2025
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Under by sciencefictioness
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
23 Jul 2022
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Geralt has gone to knees in front of Jaskier, arms held behind him and chin raised high. He’s sitting on his heels, shoulders back. His posture is better than any submissive Jaskier has ever seen; like he has been waiting a long, long time.
Like it is all that he needs.
“Geralt,” Jaskier starts, but there are no more words in him right then.
Geralt’s eyes are still pitch black, and he is bleeding sluggishly from a dozen different wounds, whining low at the sound of his name. The potions help him in a fight, but they’re hard on his body, and he’s taken far too many of them if his eyes haven’t shifted back yet. He tilts his head to the side, exposing the column of his throat, and something sings through Jaskier that he cannot even begin to quell. Geralt is on his knees.
Geralt is on his knees for Jaskier.
“Oh, darling,” Jaskier says, reaching down to cup his cheek, watching the way his head lolls into the touch. His breathing starts to even out as Jaskier brushes the hair back from his face with his other hand, running gentle fingers over his brow. “You’ve been keeping secrets.”
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06 Sep 2025