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  1. Public Bookmark 6

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    i keep trippin' on up
    it makes one from the both of us

    "Call me a good girl," she said, low and smooth. Geralt blinked, searching her face, but her expression was only expectant. He stammered.

    "...Uh, alright." He closed his eyes and lowered his head back to the pillow—as though getting into character, or just psyching himself up, he wasn't sure—before he looked back up at her, trying to look at least a little sexy. With his hand on her moving hip, he rumbled, "Good girl."

    Yennefer released a punched-out breath. As she leaned back with a sigh, she said with awe and a bit of surprise, "Oh, I do quite like that."

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    05 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 2

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    they say sunshine for everyone,
    but as far as i can remember,
    we've been migratory animals, living under
    changing weather

    They sit in the garden, like he always imagined. He figured it was unrealistic to picture her making a flower crown, but there it is, in front of him. Her dextrous fingers weave strands of long wild grass between forget-me-nots and apple blossoms. They don't know most things about this place, still. It has a way of making you forget to wonder. The flower crown is a little too small for either of their heads.


    Scenes from the Land of Apple Trees.

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    05 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 97

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    05 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 48

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    Back-lit as he was by the fire, Tormund’s shadowed face was unreadable, yet Jon thought he felt his friend’s horror in the trembling hand that rose to hover between them. Jon confessed, “I can hardly feel it.” A shiver ran through him when Tormund touched his stomach, his broad palm nearly covering the wound.

    (After the Battle of the Bastards leaves Jon injured but not in pain, he struggles with the realization that resurrection comes with consequences. Unsettling, intimate consequences. Tormund helps.)

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    20 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 69

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    Fuck.

    Jon's been saying that in his head for the last hour. Might've muttered it once or twice under his breath, too, though it's hard to tell since the inside of his skull feels like a yard of wet wool (heavy, tangled, and about as useful as tits on a breastplate).

    Any man who stands in a smoke-stinking hut north of the Wall, arguing with his own shadow about asking another man for a favor like this, has already ridden past mad. The rest is just details.

    Jon has a favor to ask. It's nothing. For Tormund. The problem is that Jon's not entirely sure it is nothing for Jon.

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    18 Mar 2026