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    The people of Lettenhove listen to every song that Jaskier writes. He is their viscount, after all. The songs speak of witchers as heroes, as saviors, and the people believe them. When Eskel stumbles on the town in a desperate state, he discovers an unexpected safe haven in Jaskier's home and sets off a chain of events that quickly spirals into something powerful. Something the poets call destiny. The destiny of a manor and its people. Because after all these years, after all the hatred and the scorn, the witchers of Kaer Morhen have found a place to call home.

    Heavy on the Jaskier/all the witchers friendship, but he and Geralt are in an established romantic relationship. Works as a standalone!

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    18 Sep 2020

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    Bucky stifled a yawn, only to be brought up short when Steve dropped to one knee. “Wha—?”
    “This is aggressively heterosexual of me,” Steve muttered. “But uh. Hi.”
    The grinding gears of Bucky’s brain whirred to life with sudden realization, though his mouth was playing catch up. “Hi. Um. Steve?”
    “Look, pal, I was gonna do a whole champagne thing, but—”
    “Are you…?”
    “Yes.”
    “Holy shit.”
    “Buck…”
    “No. I mean. Go on. Holy shit. Go the fuck on.”

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    Steve and Bucky are going to the chapel, and they’re going to get married. Meanwhile, Peggy and Natasha…

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    20 Dec 2018

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    Sleep from my soul began retreating,
    And here you once again appear
    Before me like a vision fleeting,
    A beauty's angel pure and clear.

     

    In ecstasy the heart is beating,
    Old joys for it anew revive;
    Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting
    The fire, and tears, and love alive.

     

    —Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

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