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Wolves in the Wilds by PerseusPeverell092
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
06 Feb 2022
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For all that I had loved playing Witcher 3, reading SI and Gamer fics, even in my wildest dreams I never could have imagined that all three would happen to me at the same time. Born as Rhaehal Fiona, an Aen-Seidhe hybrid well in a monster-infested continent well before the time of the White Wolf and Zireael, what am I to do? Play the Game of course.
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"Fuck," stammered Bang, raking his hands through his expensive haircut. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am so sorry. I just thought--that you were willing--fuck. Fuck."
Felix waited till the CEO was finished. "That's a whole lot of fucks," he breathed, "for no actual fucking."Felix needs money. Chan needs a sugar baby.
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Dean never thought thirty would feel like this—flat-footed, reeling, and completely undone by his new boyfriend. Cas is shameless, kinky, and absolutely relentless in his obsessions. Dean’s spent the majority of his life pretending women were enough, but Cas makes him want to try everything once… maybe twice.
Problem is, Cas doesn’t just play dirty—he makes Dean like it. And for all his grumbling, Dean can’t get enough of being dragged deeper into Cas’s unapologetic world of want.
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Sylvia Sloane-- also known as Voltage-- is dragged into a resurfacing Butterfly issue across the country and inevitably finds herself deeply entangled in the teams' lives and issues (one member in particular she was incredibly unprepared for) all just so she can get a file that may give her answers on the murder of her sister.
TLDR; Sylvia Sloane is collecting talking points for a massive 'Am I The Asshole' post.
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His eyes met hers through the lifted visor, and she fell silent. She couldn’t tell the color nor why his expression had simultaneously dropped, but she found them soft. Some contradiction of innocence and violence seeping out with every flutter of his lashes, so carnally confusing that it left her with her heart thumping aggressively and her cheeks warming.
She never cared to figure out who he was beneath that mask, nor why he was so protective over his identity. If that was how he wanted to be, then so be it. It didn’t matter to her. They were but acquaintances, definitely not friends and hardly ever cordial. Nothing further. So it didn’t make sense for her to care about the true face of the increasingly complex man.
Not once in the past three weeks.
Until now.