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    There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open.

    "How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

    The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?"

    "Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

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    A wolf should not die alone in sunlight. It’s an unfair end, blood seeping slowly into dry, cracked earth, poison sluggish in his veins. Bones left to bleach in the summer heat, picked clean by carrion birds, forgotten and unmourned. This would not be the way Geralt of Rivia dies, Jaskier decided. Not when there was still a big fucking sword at hand.

    Or, the one where Jaskier slays the monster.

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    "Jaskier, how drunk are you?" he asks, and Jaskier breathes a laugh into Geralt's shoulder.

    "I am excellently drunk, Geralt, I've done a very good job of it. I am as drunk as a Skelligen skunk."

    "There are no skunks on Skellige."

    "I am as drunk as a Skelligen monk, then."

    Which is fairly drunk, all things considered; Skelligens don't fuck around about that sort of thing.


    Geralt has been foolish about many things in his long life, and every time to his detriment; he'll not make the mistake of deluding himself that someone like Jaskier, with all the world open to him and everything to offer in return, would ever really choose Geralt's company in that way.

    (Geralt may not be a reliable narrator of his own life.)

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    But the time that I feel belonging – the time when I feel safe, and grounded, and all that other stuff my psychologist likes me to find – that’s pretty much whenever I look into Baz’s eyes and see how he looks at me.

    I know. My life, which was supposed to be the greatest heroic epic saga ever penned, is now a pop ballad as told by Taylor Swift.

    But maybe that’s OK?

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    “You’d like us to be intimate then?” Geralt inquired earnestly. Jaskier nearly choked on his spit.

    “We’re married, aren’t we?”

    “Plenty of married couples would rather clean gutters than see each other bare. And you have that tavern girl of yours, from the village-- hush, that’s not an admonishment. I just assumed you’d been… put up for auction, when a groom was requested in the place of a bride. That you had no earnest, physical interest in men. Or if you did, that I was out of your age bracket. Which is acceptable. I have less than no interest in traumatizing you, or anyone, with my attentions.”

    It was beginning to sink in for Jaskier that maybe, just maybe, he had in fact been joined in holy matrimony with a perfectly lovely man.

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