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    By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

    You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

    (Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

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    “Don’t fuck with me, Jask. That’s not what happens when you get a Witcher lover. We don’t age, maybe even get younger, we heal better, we don’t fall ill. The mutagens in their seed or maybe something else, but they pass whatever it is to those who lay in bed with them regularly enough.”

    “And I shared Geralt’s bed every night for the past three years and there is silver in my hair.” Honestly, that was just a hair or two, totally reasonable for someone past their mid twenties. For a human past their mid twenties, to be precise. For a human who doesn’t happen to have sex with a Witcher on a regular basis, which Jaskier doesn’t, not that it is a well known fact around the keep.
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    Witcher's seed makes those they choose to take to their beds long-lived and healthy. The thing is, Jaskier doesn't like sex, and no sex means he does grow old.

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    “C-call me fucked up,” he manages, “But wires get crossed when you love someone and also want to kill them. Sometimes it turns kinky and all you want them to do is fuck your brains out, violently. And maybe,” Jason licks his lips, like he’s stalling as long as he can before the truth comes tumbling out. “Maybe I have some daddy issues that, shit,” his hips shake as Dick picks up his pace, suddenly. “That would make Freud blush; and maybe they would make you hate me more than you already fucking do.”

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    Jason gets whammied with some truth-compelling sex pollen in a true fuck-or-die scenario, and Dick and Bruce help him through it.

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