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Jaskier: Foul woman.

Yennefer: You have crow's feet.

Jaskier: And your attitude curdles milk.

Yennefer *scoffs*: Don't you have overly flowery poetry to write?

Ciri *on the other side of the room with Geralt*: Should we stop them?

Geralt: No, they're just flirting.

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Ciri *riding a horse beside Geralt*: Why do you share a bed with Jaskier every time you're at an inn?

Geralt: Cheaper.

Ciri: Why do you let him grab all over you?

Geralt: The bard is touchy, he's just like that.

Ciri: Why do you let him bathe you?

Geralt: You've reached your question limit for the day.

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Aiden: Oh, come on, Habibi.

Lambert: The cat can only stay for a month, then it's out of here!

*Two Months Later*

Lambert: *Installing more windows*

Aiden: It's 7:00 in the morning, why are you doing that?

Lambert: The cat wants to watch the birds...

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Lambert on the phone: Is it for fuck sake, or for fuck's sake? Should I put an apostrophe, to show possessiveness? I guess the question should be, is it for the sake of all fuck, or for this fuck in particular? I'm at work, trying to send an email, and I want to sound professional...

Aiden: Habibi... 😑

(stole that joke from Tik Tok)

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Definitely not old art that I reused, anyways! Crack fanfic art!

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I feel like I've been lobotomized, lol. I love brain fog.

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It's my birthday

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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.