"The alarm clock on his night stand confirmed his suspicion, it was already way past midnight."
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This is another modern au, apparently. What are you doing to me??
Geralt groaned and turned over in his bed, cuddling closer to Jaskier. He had absolutely no interest in getting up and readying his guns to go hunt some kind of nocturnal monster.
“Whassup?” his husband slurred, gently threading his fingers through his white hair, pressing sloppy kisses to his forehead. “‘S late already?”
“Hmm,” he answered as his eyes drooped close again. He could go hunt the monster another night.
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