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Aiden and Lambert are up to nonsense

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My stomach hurts...

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Please Don't Forget Me. WARNING: NSFW

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Summary:

Lambert loved Aiden, but he had always been too much of a coward to admit it. The words lingered on the tip of his tongue, aching to be said, but every time he tried, they stuck in his throat, unspoken. Now, with Aiden's memory gone, Lambert is left struggling with the weight of his unspoken feelings, fighting desperately to keep Aiden close and not lose him all over again.

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It was a drawing. A rather suggestive drawing of a witcher. Not full-on nudity, but close enough that the intent was obvious. Whoever had sketched this had definitely admired the subject… intimately. Lambert blinked, then snorted, his lips curling into a smirk. “Vesemir’s hiding smut in his study? Seriously?” he muttered to himself.

But then he froze. Something about the face of the figure caught his eye. The gap in the teeth, the scattering of freckles across the nose. His stomach sank as realization hit him like a punch to the gut. “Holy fuck,” he whispered. “That’s Guxart. Young Guxart.”

The paper nearly slipped from his fingers as he scrambled to shove it back into the journal, his heart pounding. It felt like the damn thing had burned him. Lambert straightened, swallowing hard, and bolted for the door. His thoughts raced as he made his way down the hall. He needed to scrub his brain clean of that image—acid, fire, anything. There was no way in hell he was ever speaking of this to anyone. Ever.

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I've been thinking about The Witcher books and tv show recently. Because half of the things that make Geralt seem cool and edgy in the show just don't exist in the books.

In the show he's always so stoic. Most of his exposition has to be told by side characters implying things and you just have to gage his reaction to decide if it's true or not. In the books however, he gives a full lore dump to anyone who's remotely nice to him.

Random Character: So how've you been?

Show Geralt: Hmmmm.... 😒 😔 😒...

Book Geralt: Terrible actually, thank you for asking. Monster hunting is dying out and I have zero transferable skills. Yennifer's left me again and Jaskier's off god knows where. Overall I suppose it could be worse, but that's the life or a Witcher. Also, my perfectly good leather jacket got ruined in a fight the day after I bought it :(

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From Home Sweet Home @wandering-nushroom

“Happy birthday, Jaskier,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The man’s quiet laugh was the last sound in the room before sleep claimed him, the warmth of Jaskier’s body against his own a comforting anchor in the dark.

Last Line Challenge

I was tagged by @writingphoenix for the last line challenge! I'm going to do Goalposts, although I DID start on a smutty fic lol.

 “Doe isn’t the worst name you could’ve taken,” he said after a moment. “Wait,” he held up a finger. “You did take Ternel there for a few years.” 

I tag @tessasilverswan and @meepthemeeping plus anyone else who wants to do it!

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summer or winter // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair // fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets // marshmallows or whipped cream // night in or night out // sunset or sunrise // pizza or pasta // cold drink or hot drink // vampire or werewolf // crop top or oversized hoodie // be able to fly or run at super speed // speak many languages or able to speak to animals // be invisible or read minds// phone call or text// laundry or dishes // pool or beach // flats or heels // stay home or go out // coke or pepsi // cook dinner or do dishes // books or movies // dogs or cats // chocolate or vanilla // facebook or instagram // over-dressed or under-dressed // morning or late nights // always late or always early // dancer or singer // always eat only dessert or always eat only savoury // shopping or museum // art gallery or zoo // parties or picnics // white lights or multicolored lights

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thanks for the tag @tessasilverswan!!! I'm starting a new thread w/it bc I have a pet peeve with long tag threads sometimes lolol

summer or winter // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair // fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets // marshmallows or whipped cream // night in or night out // sunset or sunrise // pizza or pasta // cold drink or hot drink // vampire or werewolf // crop top or oversized hoodie // be able to fly or run at super speed // speak many languages or able to speak to animals // be invisible or read minds// phone call or text// laundry or dishes // pool or beach // flats or heels // stay home or go out // coke or pepsi // cook dinner or do dishes // books or movies // dogs or cats // chocolate or vanilla // facebook or instagram // over-dressed or under-dressed // morning or late nights // always late or always early // dancer or singer // always eat only dessert or always eat only savoury // shopping or museum // art gallery or zoo // parties or picnics // white lights or multicolored lights

I tag @meepthemeeping and @aftgphoenix

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Merry Christmas (Aiden X Lambert)

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“Well, you’re making up for it now,” Jaskier said, nudging him gently. “And for what it’s worth, I got over that crush ages ago.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eye. “Oh, really? Completely over it?”

Jaskier rolled his eyes, his blush deepening. “Mostly. And don’t you dare make fun of me for it.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Geralt said, his tone light. Then, with a smirk, he added, “Want me to make it up to you by being your New Year’s kiss?”

Jaskier froze for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. “You’re joking,” he said, though his voice wavered slightly.

“Am I?” Geralt said, leaning a little closer, the smirk still playing on his lips.

Jaskier’s heart seemed to skip a beat, but he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Geralt said, his voice quieter now. “But the offer still stands.”

Jaskier hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, their lips meeting in a kiss that started tentative but quickly deepened. Geralt’s hand found its way to Jaskier’s cheek, and for a while, the rest of the world seemed to fade away.

It was Ciri’s cry that broke the spell. Both men turned to see her almost falling off the couch.

“Ciri,” Geralt said, scooping her up before disaster struck. He looked over at Jaskier, whose face was now an impressive shade of red.

“Well,” Jaskier said, clearing his throat. “That was... unexpected.”

Geralt chuckled, settling Ciri back into her spot. “Unexpected, but not bad.”

“No,” Jaskier admitted, his lips curving into a shy smile. “Not bad at all.”

They returned to the couch, the mood lighter than ever as they resumed their marathon and picked at the takeout spread. Jaskier, however, couldn’t quite stop blushing, a fact Geralt seemed to find endlessly amusing.

By the time the night ended, it felt like a new chapter had quietly begun, unspoken but understood between them.

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Soooo I posted 2 chapters.

the first one is a bit of a time skippy thing because I'm desperately trying to move this fucking story ALONG goddamn it but it was also just like to get Spencer to interact with more of the Foxes so we see GROWTH

the second one is just kevjerejean watching the Connecticut game, I couldn't figure out how to make it fit overall but I had so much fun writing it that I wanted to share

happy holidays! next chapter will prolly be up in the new year (unless there's a government shutdown, which cause I will be speed writing on Monday potentially)

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I have such pretty nails now, but typing on my computer sucks ass. Beauty is pain.

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Sample:

"As they moved back toward the front door, Jaskier decided to take a risk, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Speaking of crews… What's Aiden’s story? Is he, by chance, single?”

Lambert stopped mid-step and turned to look at Jaskier, his expression shifting from mild surprise to something closer to annoyance. “Why?” he asked, his tone flat.

Jaskier raised his hands in mock defense, a playful grin on his lips. “Just curious, darling. He seems… intriguing.”

Lambert shook his head, muttering something under his breath before answering. “I think he’s seeing someone. Don’t ask me who, though. He doesn’t exactly share his love life with me.”

The tone in Lambert’s voice suggested the subject was closed, so Jaskier let it drop, though his mind lingered on the image of Aiden. A shame, he thought, not entirely disappointed but definitely intrigued.

As Lambert was about to leave, his phone buzzed. He answered it with a curt “Yeah?” and turned away slightly, but Jaskier couldn’t help overhearing snippets of the conversation.

“Wait, Geralt’s back in town with his baby?” Lambert’s voice was tinged with disbelief, though there was a hint of amusement in it.

Jaskier froze, his thoughts spinning faster than he could keep up. Geralt? Here? With a baby? The words didn’t make sense at first, but the more they sank in, the more questions bubbled to the surface. Was he coming back for good? Would Yennefer be with him? Did they have the baby together?

By the time Lambert hung up, Jaskier’s mind was running a mile a minute. He forced himself to play it cool, casually leaning against the doorframe as Lambert turned back to him. “Something interesting?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Lambert replied with a smirk. “I’ll see you next week.”

Jaskier nodded, watching Lambert drive off in his obnoxiously loud truck, but his thoughts were miles away. Geralt. A baby. Yennefer. What the hell has happened since I left? He shut the door, leaning against it with a sigh.

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Home Sweet Home

RATING: EXPLICIT

sequelseagull

Summary:

Geralt couldn't pinpoint the exact moment his life fell apart. Just a few months ago, he'd been the happiest he'd been in years. A family of his own, a future he thought was finally coming together. And now? Now he was a divorced single dad with a newborn in the backseat of his car, driving to his hometown.

TLDR: Jaskier and Geralt reunited after both their lives going to hell.

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Got bored redrew the human version of the beast

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Rough Draft

Gaetan sighed; the law firm was finally opened. Now, he just had to tell Aiden. Not that he hadn’t tried, but every time he brought it up, Aiden managed to steer the conversation back to Lambert. Gaetan understood that Lambert was a sore spot, but was it too much to ask for Aiden to shut the fuck up about him for five minutes?

He glanced down at his phone, half-expecting a missed call from Guxart. His dad should have arrived by now. He turned to the box marked “desk supplies” and started sorting through its contents. He shuffled through pens, organizers, and lots of paper until he paused, a small smile forming on his face. It was a family photo. Guxart's hair was still mainly red, not yet turning white from age and stress. Aiden had a smug look on his face; he must have been about sixteen when it was taken. There was Gaetan, still a small kid, clearly upset that he had to take a photo that day. Then there was Mom, wearing a head wrap as she was going through chemo at the time. She was still pretty—she had always been…

Ever since she passed, they tried their best not to talk about it…

He placed the photo at the corner of his desk.

The front door of the firm opened, and Gaetan peered out of his office just in time to see Guxart stroll in. His dad gave a quick nod in greeting, then bent down to pet Cleo and Milo, who were sprawled across the reception couch in a state of lazy ownership.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Guxart said, straightening up with a slight frown. “People around here drive like nut jobs.”

Gaetan smirked. “Yeah, well, nothing’s changed since the last time you complained about it.” He leaned back, feigning nonchalance. “Didn’t miss much, just Aiden whining again.”

Guxart raised an eyebrow. “About?”

“Oh, the usual,” Gaetan sighed. “Some guy broke his heart.” Gaetan gave a shrug, though he knew his dad would want to hear about it. Aiden hadn’t exactly kept Guxart updated on his life.

Guxart grunted in that noncommittal way of his. “I see. Well, I’ll leave that one to you.”

“I’m planning to check on him after this, actually,” Gaetan said, glancing toward the door. “Make sure he’s… holding up.”

“Good luck with that,” Guxart muttered, handing him a thick binder. “Here’s the lease agreement for the building. Keep it somewhere safe.”

“Will do,” Gaetan replied, thumbing through the pages absently. Then, noticing Guxart’s eyes flick to the lounging cats, he added, “Oh, and we have a new addition.”

“When did you get the other cat?” Guxart asked, nodding at Milo, who was stretching and yawning lazily.

“Picked her up with Letho a few days back,” Gaetan said. He could feel Guxart’s gaze sharpen a little.

“Letho… that man you’re always texting?” His dad raised an eyebrow.

“He’s in town for a bit, so we’re hanging out,” Gaetan replied with a careful nonchalance, though he could feel his dad’s scrutiny.

Guxart studied him, and a glint of something unreadable flickered across his face. “Well,” he said finally, “if he’s around for a while, I suppose I should meet him. He seems… important to you.”

Gaetan bit the inside of his lip, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. His dad could be a complete ass at times, and while Letho was tough-skinned, he wasn’t sure he wanted to subject him to Guxart’s version of “meeting the family.”

“Maybe,” Gaetan said carefully. “We’ll see.”

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Gaetan dug through his pockets, fingers closing around the familiar key Aiden had given him ages ago. As he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he was met with the sight of his brother buried beneath a mountain of paperwork. Aiden, dressed in sweats, looked up from his stack of notes with a faint expression of surprise. He looked tired; after weeks of traveling, chasing down leads, he’d finally come home for a while. Usually, Aiden would give Gaetan at least some detail about his cases, but this time he’d been tight-lipped, maybe because of legal confidentiality… or maybe it was something else.

Aiden tossed a casual question as Gaetan dropped his bag by the door. “Surprised Dad hasn’t tried to drag you back south yet,” Aiden mused, leaning back and rubbing his eyes. The remark made Gaetan’s chest tighten; he knew Aiden wouldn’t take it well.

Gaetan tried to keep his voice light. “I’ll head out when the money isn’t good; with the number of petty nobles in this area, I’ll probably be able to retire early. They can’t get enough of their ridiculous slap-suits.” He flopped onto the couch, sighing heavily as he watched Aiden resume typing. “But are you planning to spend the whole day half-naked in those sweatpants?”

“If the gods will it, yes,” Aiden said, smirking.

“Well, enjoy that, but I’m heading over to your crush’s place soon. Gotta check on that kitten and make sure it’s still alive.” Gaetan’s tone was teasing, though his glance held a hint of concern.

Aiden’s fingers paused on the keyboard, his expression faltering. “Let me know if Lambert’s okay, will you?”

Gaetan’s brow furrowed as he leaned forward. “Why don’t you walk over there yourself and find out?”

Aiden’s sigh was quiet, but the worry was evident in his face, and Gaetan felt a pang of frustration. Gaetan muttered something under his breath, standing abruptly to head for the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Aiden called after him, sounding mildly concerned.

“I need a drink,” Gaetan shot back. After a few minutes, he returned, handing Aiden a warm mug of Karak chai. Their mom used to make it when they were upset…

Aiden’s eyes softened as he accepted the mug. “Trying to butter me up?”

Gaetan crossed his arms, his tone firm. “Start talking.”

“About…?”

“Don’t even try it, Aiden. You know what.”

Aiden sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Fine. I’m… I’m upset about Lambert.”

Gaetan scoffed. “He’s just some guy. Not worth losing sleep over.”

Aiden frowned, a quiet sadness in his eyes. “He’s my friend, Gaetan. I’ve tried texting him, checking if he’s okay… but he just leaves me on read.”

Gaetan shook his head, barely holding back his irritation. “Friend? You’ve been pining after him like a lovesick teenager. Can’t you see he’s not worth it if he’s treating you like this?”

“Gaetan—”

“Let me guess,” Gaetan interrupted, his voice laced with exasperation. “You’re gonna beg him to come around? Try to play best buddies with a guy who clearly doesn’tlike you?”

Aiden sighed again, looking down at his mug. “It’s stupid, I know. I just… I’m worried about him. The only time I hear from Lambert is when he’s stumbling up the stairs, drunk. I want to give him space, but I also want to help. I know what it’s like to need someone.”

Gaetan’s jaw tightened as he drained his own drink. Without another word, he slammed his mug down and stormed toward the door. “Fine. You want answers? I’ll get them for you.”

“Gaetan, wait!” Aiden called, a note of panic in his voice, but Gaetan didn’t stop. He’d had enough of Aiden’s endless anxiety over Lambert. If Lambert wanted to ghost his brother, then maybe he needed a wake-up call.

Gaetan marched down the hall and knocked on Lambert’s door hard, each knock ringing out with unspoken fury. When the door swung open, Lambert’s annoyed face met him, brows raised in mild surprise.

“Gaetan,” he said, crossing his arms. The kitten, barely visible, peeked out from behind the couch.

“Lambert,” Gaetan greeted flatly, his eyes drifting to the kitten before he spoke again. “At least you haven’t managed to kill him.”

Lambert’s jaw clenched. “I can handle a damn cat. Fuck you.”

Gaetan smirked but quickly dropped it, his tone turning serious. “Great. Now go talk to my brother.”

Lambert’s eyes narrowed. “Since when do you get to give me orders, kid?”

“I’m thirty, jackass. And I’m giving you orders because he’s been worried sick about you, listening to you stumble around drunk, then watching you fucking disappear without a word.”

Lambert scoffed, but a flicker of guilt softened his expression. “He’s worried about me?”

Gaetan folded his arms, letting the silence settle before replying. "I have no idea what he sees in you, but yeah. Now, if you hurt that cat or my brother, I will make your life sadder than it already is." With that, Gaetan spun on his heel and strode away, leaving Lambert in the doorway.

He didn’t know how any of this would play out, but if it helped Aiden stop wallowing, then it was worth every word.

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Letho finally had his truck back, and it felt like a miracle. That week driving a tiny rental car had been hell, and every joint in his back protested as he stretched out, relishing the comfort of his own vehicle again. As he pulled into the parking lot of the bar where he’d agreed to meet his friends, he rolled his shoulders, hoping the stiffness would ease. Inside, he knew Serrit and Auckes would be waiting, probably razzing him for running late.

He walked into the bar, catching Serrit’s smirk immediately. “Letho! Thought you were gonna bail on us,” Serrit teased, clapping him on the shoulder as he joined them at their usual table.

Auckes looked up from his drink, his gaze narrowing with concern. “You good?” he asked, eyeing Letho carefully.

Letho gave a tired shrug, knowing he probably looked as rough as he felt. The past few weeks had been a grind—work had piled up endlessly, and sleep was a luxury he could barely afford. Most nights, he crashed late, too exhausted even to see Gaetan, who he’d had to bail on more times than he’d like to admit.

“Hardly slept at all,” Letho muttered, slumping into the chair with a heavy sigh. “They keep dumping more paperwork on me. I feel like I’ll never catch up.”

Auckes raised an eyebrow, frowning. “You think they’re dragging their feet on your retirement?” he asked, his voice low. 

“Probably,” Letho replied, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “I’ve given them damn near my whole life, and they still act like it’s not enough. I haven’t even told Gaetan I’m retiring yet. Hell, I keep canceling on him, and I’m worried he’s gonna start resenting me for it.”

“Why haven’t you told him?” Serrit asked, leaning forward. “You know Gaetan’s got a good head on his shoulders. He’d get it.”

“They won’t give me a clear answer on my retirement package. I don’t know if it’s just a pile-up of paperwork or if they’re stalling, but I don’t want to get Gaetan’s hopes up for something that might take forever.”

Serrit gave a knowing nod, but his words were blunt as ever. “Look, he knew what he was getting into when he started dating you. He knew you were in the army.” He paused, eyeing Letho intently. “Tell him it’s just how it is. And if he can’t handle it, well…” Serrit trailed off, shrugging as though the answer were simple.

Letho rolled his eyes, holding back a groan. He should have known better than to expect good advice from Serrit. While Serrit was like a brother, his relationships had a history of going to shit. He didn’t keep anyone around longer than a year before things fell apart.

Auckes shifted uncomfortably, giving a nervous laugh. “Maybe, uh, maybe don’t go quite that harsh.” He looked down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, visibly trying to muster up the courage to speak. “Letho, I… I mean, I’ve never been in a relationship. I don’t have any right to give advice.”

Letho softened, offering him a reassuring smile. “Trust me, Auckes, if I can find someone, anyone can. You’ve just gotta meet the right person.”

Auckes rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting away as he mumbled, “That’s the thing… I don’t even know if I want to. I’ve never felt like that. Must sound strange, right?”

Letho shook his head, shrugging casually. “Nah, nothing strange about it. Everyone’s got their own thing. Doesn’t make you any less… well, you.”

Auckes finally looked up, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “But really, Letho, you should tell him. You obviously care about him. And if you’re finally close to retiring, he deserves to know. He’d understand, and it might give him something to look forward to.”

Letho exhaled deeply, considering Auckes’s words. Maybe Auckes was right. He knew Gaetan was patient, but it wasn’t fair to keep him in the dark. 

“Yeah,” he agreed slowly, nodding as he took another sip of his drink. “I think you’re right. I’ll tell him. Hell, he’s stuck around this long—maybe he’s tougher than I give him credit for.”

Serrit grinned, raising his glass. “There you go. Just remember, Letho—you’ve got people here who’ve got your back too. Gaetan’s a lucky guy to have someone like you.”

As the night wore on, the chatter in the bar began to quiet, and Letho leaned back, savoring a moment’s rest. Serrit, however, kept glancing at his phone, his brows knitted as he checked the time repeatedly. Just when Letho was about to ask what was on his mind, the phone buzzed on the table, and Serrit groaned. His girlfriend’s name lit up the screen, and Serrit shot an apologetic look to Letho and Auckes before answering.

“Hey, babe,” he said, but whatever her reply was, it immediately had him frowning. He stepped away from the table, moving to a quieter corner of the bar, but his voice was still easy enough to hear, especially as the conversation grew heated.

“Look, I told you, I’m out with the guys tonight,” Serrit said, his tone strained. “Yeah, I know it’s late, but we don’t get to do this often.” There was a pause, and then Serrit’s voice dropped, clearly trying to stay calm. “No, I’m not blowing you off. This is different.”

Letho exchanged a glance with Auckes, who just sighed, sinking further into his chair. The tension in Serrit’s voice grew as the conversation dragged on. “We already talked about this. I’m not doing this tonight.” His fingers clenched around his phone. “Fine. If that’s how you feel.”

Serrit hung up, shoving the phone back into his pocket with a frustrated huff. He ran a hand over his face, visibly torn between anger and guilt. “I… I should go,” he muttered, looking at Letho and Auckes. “Sorry, guys. Guess I’m on damage control now.”

Letho gave him a nod of understanding. “Take care of it, Serrit. We’ll catch up soon.”

Auckes just patted him on the shoulder as he passed, offering a sympathetic smile. “Good luck, man. And don’t let her eat you alive.”

Serrit chuckled half-heartedly and headed out, leaving Letho and Auckes alone at the table. Auckes sighed, nursing the last of his drink before he set the glass down, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

“Guess that’s my cue, too,” Auckes said, standing up and stretching. “I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, and, well… no reason to linger around here.” He flashed Letho a brief grin. “Take it easy, Letho. And think about what we talked about, yeah?”

Letho nodded. “I will, Auckes. You get some rest, too.”

With a small wave, Auckes left, leaving Letho alone in the quiet bar. The weight of the night settled on him, the lingering exhaustion reminding him of how thinly he’d been stretched lately. He fished his keys from his pocket and headed out to his truck, letting out a long breath as he leaned against the driver’s seat for a moment.

As he started the engine and drove home, he found himself lost in thought. Gaetan was probably already asleep by now, but Letho resolved to tell him everything tomorrow.