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    Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.

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    Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...

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    05 Feb 2021

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    Ever since she’d been small, Hermione’s reward for good marks had been a rampage through a bookshop, so the day she tore open her O.W.L.s results and triumphantly brandished the eleven Outstandings, her beaming mother said, “We’ll go to Foyles tomorrow,” without any discussion required.

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    “You could’ve died,” Geralt says in a strange tone, and Jaskier takes one look at him and realizes—oh, he’s going to have to do something about that, isn’t he.

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    Jaskier’s in the tavern, playing for a decent-sized crowd and thinking of nothing in particular besides the next song he’s going to sing.

    The tavern door bangs open between verses, and a soaked to the bone man in black and blood staggers through it, clutching an unconscious girl in his arms. Jaskier stares, and his audience stares too. The man collapses. A couple of the young men run over.

    “The girl,” the man rasps. “Help . . . the girl.”

    Well, even if the silhouette weren’t screamingly recognizable, Jaskier would know that voice anywhere.

    It’s Geralt.

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