#Aiden Wilde fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @ali-griff

Warnings: swearing, menstruation

Aiden looked over at me before Alfred dismissed the meeting. I rubbed my abdomen as I gathered up my papers. Aiden put a hand on the top of my file, making me look up at him.

“everything alright?” He asked. I nodded with a smile.

“Nothing I haven’t handled before.” I assured him. “Meet you at home?”

“I thought I’d go with you.” Aiden said, looking at me fondly. “If Alfred needs me he can call.” I nodded as he helped me up. Making sure his hand was on my hip, he led me out of the bunker. I leaned against him as a wave of pain rolled through me. “Are you sure you’re alright?” I nodded.

“Like I said. Nothing I haven’t handled before.” I assured him. Aiden kissed my temple as we walked to our home on the base. “You ask me every month Aiden. I’ll be fine.” He nodded, bending to pick me up as we crossed into the house.

“I know. But that doesn’t mean I’ve gotten used to the damn thing.” Aiden sighed. “Anything I can do to make it better?” I smiled at him as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“nothing you don’t do every month.” I teased. Aiden rolled his eyes as he carried me into the bedroom.

“ah bath and cuddles.” He said. “Sounds like a good plan.” Aiden headed into the bathroom, setting up the bath before helping me down from my perch on the sink. He slowly undressed me, pressing kisses along my shoulders as he went. Once the bath was filled he helped me in.

“I thought you were joining me.” I said, laying my arms on the side of the tub with my chin on top of them. Aiden chuckled, leaning down to kiss me before pulling away. He pulled his tshirt over his head and tossed it behind him. I giggled as he undid his belt, shimming his pants off and toeing his socks off with them. Aiden smiled at me, turning a little red at the expressions I had while I watched him.

“Enjoying the show?” He teased. I nodded.

“very much so.” I smiled, looking at him dreamily. Aiden blushed some more, ducking his head before pushing his boxers down.

“Glad you did.” He said as he climbed in the tub behind me. Aiden pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me, fingers gently digging into the flesh where he knew the pain was. “Doesn’t matter how many times you see me do that it still gets you doesn’t it?” I laid my head back on his shoulder and played with the fingers of his free hand.

“I have the same effect on you and you know it.” I teased. Aiden coughed, trying to hide his laugh. “Damn tease.” He kissed my head before propping his chin on my shoulder.

“hey it ain’t teasing if I can’t do anything afterwards.” He pointed out. “Besides, I’m happy to just hold you.” He kissed my cheek. “Anything you need, I’m happy to provide.” I melted back into him.

“I love you.” I whispered, tilting my head to kiss him. Aiden smiled and dug his fingers into me just a bit more.

“I love you too.”

[happilyeveraftereveryday]

Hello Argylle fandom!

Here's a quick catalog of things that I thought might be useful for other fic writers!

Elly's drink is called a "Whisker Sour" (lol) and is a play on a Whiskey Sour (recipe here). It's served in a tumbler or Old Fashioned Glass with an argyle/hatch/diamond etched pattern. (hi-res photo above from Apple)

The Argylle book cover colors in the hardback set are:

Argylle I - yellow

Argylle II - red

Argylle III - blue

Argylle IV - purple (the one Elly reads from at the signing and that Aiden is reading on the train)

The first paragraph of the author's biography reads: "ELLY CONWAY is the author of the bestselling Argylle series of books, which have sold over 250 million copies worldwide, been published in more than 200 territories and been translated into 73 languages."

Penguin Random House does have a biography page for her, which simply reads: "Elly Conway was born and raised in upstate New York. She wrote her first novel about Agent Argylle while working as a waitress in a late-night diner." They did come out with an actual book of Argylle that can be purchased, and the dedication and author's notes are particularly interesting to see in light of the movie's plot.

Hope this was helpful, and since it's for fanfic, feel free to use or ignore at your discretion! Please let me know if there's anything else you'd like to see or know. Thanks!

Photo sources (x, x, x, x)

[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo: Kicking - Bishop Losa x Reader

Tagging: @fanfic-n-tabulous @anime-weeb-4-life @keyweegirlie @danzer8705 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @alwaysachorusgirl @beardedbarba @est1887 @oklahomapeach @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @adaydreamaway08 @spookyboogyuniverse @librarian1002 @thanossexual @kishie8 @fleureeee @saltyunicorn079 @thebaileybugle @spaghettificationandpretzels @nu1freakshow @doggirlforever @justreblogginfics @skyesthebomb @beccabarba @legally-a-bastard @trublu2u @@lora21 @kmc1989 @jp1019 @fanfic-n-tabulous @just-a-throw-away @kabloswrld

Can be read as stand alone or a companion piece to:

Black Satin (NSFW) - Bishop discovers a surprise Christmas gift.

Gingerbread - Bishop comes home to a problem.

Snow - Bishop talks to you about something that's been on his mind.

Miracle - You and Bishop get an extra Christmas gift this year.

Hitting the Slow Dance Bingo Square

The first time Bishop feels his baby kick is during Coco and Stitche’s wedding reception. The two of you are swaying together on the dance floor, his grizzled cheek pressed against yours, eyes closed as the music serenades you. There’s no better feeling in the world than this, having you pressed up against him, the baby residing in the space between you.

You’re five months pregnant at this point, just starting to show. He spends his evenings singing lullabies to his daughter in Spanish, his lips ghosting over your skin before he gets distracted by other things.

It’s when the song changes that the baby starts to react. The band switches to something with a faster pace and he feels a tiny dig against his navel.

“Oh.” You say as you tilt your head to look up at him. “I think she’s kicking.”

You take his hand in yours, pressing his palm flat against the baby bump and he laughs when he feels the small nudge. He spends the next few minutes following his daughter’s movements before the song changes and the baby goes quiet.

“She’s strong.” He says fondly as he draws you into his arms once more. “She’s going to be exactly like you.”

“She could end up a hellion like you.” You counter and Bishop grumbles.

“I hope not.”

The last thing he wants for his daughter is for her to adopt his personality traits, he was wild as a teenager and his biggest fear is that his daughter will follow in his footsteps.

“You turned out alright in the end.” You remind him, your fingertips trailing over that sensitive little spot at the nape of his neck, the one that releases all his tension.

“With a little help.” He smiles, his forehead coming to rest upon yours.

Bishop has always been convinced that you saved him. He was a functioning alcoholic when he met you, smoking forty a day and running drugs and guns up and down the country. He’d expected to be dead before sixty, through a bullet or bike accident. He was careless with his own life, there hadn’t been much to live for after Aiden had died. He’d been in a state of depression for over eight years before he started to see the sun again.

Now he’s on the board of the community centre, he has a home, a partner, a baby on the way. He doesn’t drink anymore, he’s cut his smoking right down, he’s trying to quit before Luna arrives. The job is less risky because the club has gone legit. He’s happier than he’s ever been and he has you to thank for that.

“You saved my life.” He tells you as he cradles you close. “You saved my god damned life.”

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[random-gamer1942]

This morning I randomly remembered my first ever fanfic thingy that I made a few months ago, an sbg wild west au. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I got some sudden inspiration, so I'm reposting it here and continuing it

Trainwreck Graveyard

(1/7) The train that was

The sun sat high in the sky, broiling the dry land below. Standing on this scorched earth was a silent figure. Twin flame-colored braids going down until her waist, just barely resting on the twin six-shooters holstered to her belt - like sticks of dynamite ready to blow after the wick's flames caught up to them. It'd be hard to tell just what she might do with those things if it wasn't for the star-shaped golden badge on her uniform

Though many others awaited the locomotive, none dared approuch her. Few ever did, and of those few, even fewer didn't end up regretting it. If her cold gaze didn't scare them away, the cold steel of a barrel between their eyebrows would. Sure, some would call it harsh, but if it scares away outlaws that's simply what must be done

Choo chooo, the approuching train broke the quiet atmosphere that usually seemed to follow her. As it came to a halt and it's doors opened, the crowd started pouring into the different cabins, with many taking the spots they had grown accustomed to

But when the woman with hair red as the morning sun found her usually mostly empty cabin, two strange faces sat there, almost waiting for her

One was a large man with dark hair, who attempted to avoid eye contact. The other however, adorned with hair light as the sands of the desert, looked straight at the figure approuching him. And when met with her cold gaze, he returned a warm smile

They're clearly travelers, she thought to herself. She decided to just sit down and hope that they wouldn't start a conversation. I mean, they surely wouldn't be foolish enough to-

"Howdy there Miss, pleased to meet ya. The name's Aiden, and this here's my cousin Benjamin. He don't speak much, but don't mind 'em. Say, what might I call you?"

He didn't seem like a bad guy per se, but that smile of his unsettled her

"Ashlyn, sheriff 'round these parts. I'd prefer if you didn't-"

"Sheriff? That could be interestin', oh I bet ya. Doncha think so, Ben?"

"..."

"Well, could be excitin', right? Wild chases, held at gunpoint. Might even get arrested!"

How casually he said these things, with that same smile on his face, were concerning. She had to get him to settle down before he did anything he'd regret

"You. I don't take kindly to strangers taking my seat, starting all sorts of chatter, 'n speaking over me. I suggest stayin' silent for the rest of the ride, if you value getting to see another mornin'."

"Ooh, curious indeed. Well, how're ya gon' make me?" He squinted his eyes and smiles just a bit more

"Well, lemme put it like this...", she drew the pistol out of her right holster, letting it spin around her finger once before placing the barrel in front of his forehead, "...whether you shut that trap of yours or not, you'll end up silent somehow."

He leaned forward slightly, his forehead now touching the suprisingly cool metal of the revolver. "Oh, will I now? In that case, please show me Miss, cuz I clearly ain't picking up what yer puttin' down."

She flinched when he moved closer. She'd seen many cowardly back off, and some stubbornly stand their ground, but get closer? Did he have a death wish or something? It didn't make any se-

BOOM

A loud explosion rang through the cart. The sheriff dropped her gun and clutched her ears, barely able to stand upright

"Oh, seems like our cue to go", the man said, with his red eyes glinting in the midday sun. "I did truly enjoy our little chat, sheriff. Hopefully I'll cya soon!"

He grabbed his cousin by the wrist and dashed to the back of the cart, which now had a giant hole in it.

The sheriff grasped for her other shooter, but by the time she was looking past the barrel, they had already jumped onto a set of horses and rode off

And it was then that our sheriff realized her quiet life just might get a bit more interesting...

(2/7) Ready to go

[top-notch-swords]

So I just got this comment on my most recent Aiden/Lambert fic and this person left it anonymously therefore we have the right to laugh (we do anyways)

I have just a couple things to say about this.

1) My brother in Christ, you realize that Lambert is a fictional character, correct?

2) My brother in Christ, you realize that this pairing is TECHNICALLY not even canon, right?

3) My brother in Christ, you realize that me choosing a particular SKIN of a character does not change the actual character, right?

4) My brother in Christ, it’s FREE fanfiction.

5) My brother in Christ, it would have cost you ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to not leave this comment. In fact, you took the time to type this out, further impacting yourself and not me, correct?

6) My brother in Christ, you still READ the 10k word kinky smut all the way to the bottom just to leave this comment, correct?

7) My brother in Christ, you realize I have read the books and played the game AND watched Netflix and just chose the SKIN of Lambert I wanted, correct?

and lastly,

8) My brother in Christ, you realize the most “shallow and gross” thing here is you leaving a hate comment anonymously, correct? Say it to my face you flaccid fuck.

Anyways. The last thing I want to say is Netflix’s actor for Lambert, Paul Bullion, is an absolutely remarkable human being that I admire very deeply and would not have known about had it not been for the Netflix series. Just yesterday he competed in another triathlon to raise money for the Calm Zone, a non-profit that campaigns against “living miserably” and suicide. I want to believe that this commenter doesn’t have ill will towards the cast for working with what they had, but my brother in Christ, I took that as disrespect.

Also @just-a-himbo-and-his-feral-bard / @frecklesanddamane helped me write this fic so you’re attempting to insult her too and now we are laughing.

Shite like this is the reason I’ve not been posting on this account too much, which is a shame, because I actually post my writing and put myself out there unlike whomever decided to be the bastard bairn of an Anonymous Andy and Negative Nancy today.

Anyways, thanks for leaving the comment lol, good to know my fic is getting out there :)

[tantumuna]

Released by Fire Prompt Fill: abducted Rating: T Pairing: Aiden/Kiyan/Lambert CW: depiction of injury and violence, injury, anxiety, and flashbacks tags: demonic possession, near death experiences, happy ending

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Kiyan should have died in that cave beneath Novigrad, but he didn't. Steingard's plan didn't work. When the demon took Kiyan's body, she was on his side, not the mages. She saved him, brought him back to Lambert and Aiden, and now they have to repay the favor.

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@save-a-witcher-bingo

[advena87]

Granda

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lambert/Keira Metz, Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Aiden/Lambert/Keira Metz, Eskel/Triss Merigold, Characters: Lambert (The Witcher), Aiden (The Witcher), Keira Metz, Jad Karadin, Bertram Tauler (The Witcher), Triss Merigold, Eskel (The Witcher), Gaetan (The Witcher), Brehen (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Fix-It, Power Couple, Post-The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, Love Triangles, Witchers Have Feelings (The Witcher), The Witcher 3 Spoilers, Post-Blood and Wine (The Witcher 3 DLC), Canon-Typical Violence, Bisexual Lambert (Witcher), Not Beta Read

Summary:

Granda – (burda) awantura; (nieuczciwość) przekręt, oszustwo; zgraja (łobuzów) Lambert i Keira Metz po wydarzeniach z Dzikiego Gonu prowadzą wspólny biznes w Lan Exeter. Niespodziewanie na progu magicznej działalności czarodziejki zjawia się obcy wiedźmin z nietypowym zleceniem.

Read on AO3

[amissus]

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[meadow-of-rye]

~hello~

My friend Lily needs a name for her DnD character!! She wants it to sound similar to the names of her dragon friends, Aradace, Vaerlynn and Almalphia!! Lily’s character is very kind and raises baby dragons abandoned by their mothers

Thanks in advanced!!

Hi Wagner!!! Thanks for the ask and the compliment!

I don’t play DnD and I don’t have much experience with dragons in general, but I will try my best for your friend

I’m feeling the pressure right now but it will be fine-

Okay so for this I tried to go with a fantasy kind of vibe, taking inspiration from mythology, fairytales, Gaelic/Celtic culture (my Irish-Americaness is showing here today), etc. Like I said, this isn’t necessarily my strong suit, but I love a challenge

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Sophonisba (Meaning: Sheltered by Ba’al)

This is my guilty pleasure name, like I’m obsessed but would probably never use it for anything. I always think of Sophonisba Breckinridge, she’s one of my personal heroes for her work with social issues and other things. I really suggest looking her up because she’s awesome! It gives such an otherworldly vibe and I love that. I can totally see it as some sort of elven princess or something

Aideen (Meaning: Little Fire)

To me, this name is just Aiden but with an extra e, but it has such an awesome meaning. Because of the fire meaning, I associate it with a dragon-type vibe that I think makes Aideen perfect for this. And if your friend wants to add some pizazz to it, I suggest adding the name Lena (meaning: bright, torch, ray of light) to it since the meaning becomes “bright little fire” and I think that’s just awesome. Ex. Lena-Aideen, Lenaaideen, LenaAideen

Caoimhe (Meaning: Gentle, beautiful, precious)

This name is pronounced like Keeva for reference, in case you needed to know (both spellings are awesome btw). I don’t really have an explanation for this one, I just like it and it fits the vibe

Valkyrie (Meaning: Chooser of the Slain)

This is definitely another guilty pleasure but let’s just ignore that. Totally badass and fit for someone who’s raising dragons!

Solveig (Meaning: Daughter of the Sun)

*deep, disappointed sounding sigh* I don’t actually have something for this one. I got it from a Teen Wolf fanfic and I don’t know if I’m ashamed of that or not. Anyways, it’s still a nice name with an awesome meaning

Hera (Meaning: Protectress)

I think this is the least wild one that I have suggested here. I think that the meaning really fits the whole dragon protector thing and Hera is definitely not a goddess that you want to piss off

Kaida (Meaning: Little dragon)

Okay but tell me that this name isn’t awesome, I dare you. It hits the sweet spot of names. Cute sounding but with an awesome meaning

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Okay so I’m not super confident on this one-

These probably weren’t my best suggestions but I stand by them and I think I kept within the theme

But my top suggestions are definitely Kaida and Aideen, as I feel they fit the most

Even if my favorites are Sophonisba and Valkyrie

[tallyovie]

My favourite book/movie boys in no particular order:

Yes I think almost all of them are black haired or sarcastic

Zachary Goode from the Gallagher Girls series

Spy. Sarcastic. Intelligent. Some rivalry, enemies to lovers vibe. Immaculate. You can tick the following boxes also: trauma in past, dark hair. The one who knows the MC the most but still gets surprised when the dumbass lands herself in dangerous situations.

Loki (not MCU version) in Runelight and The Gospel of Loki by Joanne Harris

If you liked the version of Loki in the Marvel Movies but you want more complex stories this is the one for you. It explores the world of norse mythologies and later on it is set in a different world. In Runelight the main character and Loki have the typical 'I can't trust you but I'm forced to' vibes. Oh and runes, magic, underworld, scheming.

Regulus Black

Refer to my post here. Still can't find good fanfictions about him.

Ash from The Iron King series by Julie Kagawa

If you liked the Cruel Prince this book is the father of it in my opinion. Enemies to lovers. Ash is the son of Mab. The third book was my go to if I wanted to have a good cry. If you don't love the epilogue we can't be friends. The MC goes through realistic feelings so it won't annoy you. They struck a deal and you all know in a fairy settings deals mean a lot.

Percy Jackson

We all knew this was coming. He set my expectations unreasonibly high. Percabeth is a hill I'll die on defending it.

Young Tom Riddle

Well, I never told you there won't be toxic ass motherfuckers. Yes I have good recommendations that don't involve him going through some big character change. Manipulative, addictive, enemies to lovers. Another fic that was my go to when crying.

Grisam Burdock from Fairy Oak

The teen story we all needed but didn't get because it is a book suited for smaller children. Anyways. Perwinka and him set my expectations too high.

Robin de Noir from The Secret of Moonacre movie

Now this man. This. Motherfuckin. Man. Augustus Prew with coal under his eyes is everything. I know he is gay in real life but the tension between Maria and him... You have pretty castles, forests, bandits (he is one of them), an old ancient curse on the families in the valley. And I have the best fanfic recommendation. I need more people to gush over this with. The og enemies to lovers. Dark haired. Bad father, bad example, but in his heart he is good. This is my comfort movie.

Luc from The invisible life of Addie LaRue

A wild, dark god. Enemies. I know the book is slow, but if you are someone who likes that this book is for you. Don't expect him to be someone gentle, his nature refuses restrainment. Do not call on him in the night. If you like history and the joy of life this book is good for that.

Thomas Cresswell from Stalking Jack the Ripper

This man uses his brains and doesn't gaslight you. Accepting and sarcastic. England. Ofc he has secrets, and trauma who do you take me for? Someone who likes boys without trauma? And yes the MC's and his relationship is perfection. Slight rivalry I guess too? Slow burn like almost all books I read.

Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables

I know I already said og enemies to lovers but mutual pining after being school rivals for years?? Come on. Both the book and the 1985 movie version is chef's kiss. A proper gentleman who is not afraid to tease you and call you out on your bullshit. Nice dresses, nice scenery, nice friendship. Comfort movie yes.

Day from the Legend series

Enemies. To. Lovers. I have to capture you because you killed my brother. Amazing. Biggest crying sessions of my life. Good dynamics, the relationship does not just consist of being happy and having a few sad moments. THE LAST TWO CHAPTERS.

Honorable mentions:

Kaz Brekker (i like my man with a dose of trauma and slow burn or no touch yes) if you have long and good slow burn recs of kanej I am listening

Oliver Wood (the sportswoman in me is thrilled)

Fred Weasley (do I even have to explain? Refer to my masterlist here)

Aiden from Barbie

JUST BECAUSE I AM A CURIUS BISHH I AM TAGGING THESE LOVELY MUTUALS: @bubblegum-and-cherry and @slytherin-chaser no pressure just if you are up to it you can do this or not

[heartoferebor]

Can I get uhhhhh 🎢, 🎶,❌, 👀, and💔 please and thank you!!!!

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

OOF that's a good question! Depends on how you define 'wild', I guess? I've writte crackfic ofc, so Horsing around (Geralt/Aragorn), Wolfing around (Vesemir/Filavandrel/Guxart) and Here to Stay (Geralt/Venom) are definitely wild from that POV. I have also written some very VERY wild porn under a different AO3 handle. In terms of emotional whiplash and getting put through the ringer, though, I'd say it's Every Little Scar.

🎶 & ❌ - answered here and here

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I WISH I HAD ONE for the first time in my life in like...eight years I am not writing every single day because I'm completely burned out on both writing and reading fanfic :(((((. I just finished my piece for the DinCobb zine last week and that was the last one and those 1.5k words took me MONTHS. I'm trying to write the second chapter for A place for us, but I'm completely stuck because the og idea I had for it doesn't work and I can't come up with an alternative I like.

That being said, once my brain stops hyperfixating on making cosplay, playing Dark Souls and reading og fiction books, I hope I can at least push on with some of my original work, like the one about platonic marriage based on wlw-mlm solidarity whilst also having to deal with grief and an ancient curse reanimating your dead lover over and over or the one about a rag-tag bunch of immortals* on Earth who have to figure who it is that keeps killing them and have to try and find the og OT3 that are the reason they exist in the first place.

(*they aren't immortal per SE, they can be killed like everyone else, it's just, they don't stay dead for some reason)

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

I ROUTINELY BREAK BOTH MY HEART AND THAT OF EVERYONE ELSE but Like Air (Lambert/Aiden/Coën) actually made me cry as I was writing it, so. (Maybe I should ask you, my readers - which fic of mine broke your heart the most?)

[jaskierslastbraincell]

that damn fluffy kitten AU premise

You know what it’s going to be a while before I’m ready to write the next chapter for Damn what the stars own, so why not finally share some points for my next fluffy excuse to infodump AU ?

Ladies and gentlefolks, please bear with me while I ramble about FOSTER KITTEN DAD GERALT OF RIVIA.

So we have Geralt, who is originally a part of the Kaer Morhen wildlife sanctuary and , run by the nonprofit managing the biggest portion of protected forests in Kaedwen.

Contrary to popular belief they are NOT a wolf-dog hybrid rescue (because I know nothing about wolf dogs and don’t want to accidentally spread misinformation in a fanfic lol)

But they have built a strong network with those rescues and sanctuaries because some assholes keep thinking “hey let’s dump the dog I didn’t think twice about breeding near the facility that is advocating for wild wolves protection right ??” 

No matter how much work they try to do, abandoned dogs (and even some that are absolutely not wolf mix but people are both assholes AND idiots) keep showing up like cockroaches and that’s why Geralt affectionately nickname them Roach.

Joke’s on him when he ends up keeping one and can’t bring himself to change her name.

Later, Geralt ends up the guardian of a tiny little Ciri whom he loves so very much, and moves into a better neighborhood to care for.

Tiny Ciri very much loves a stray cat that looks like hell and comes everyday asking for food and scritches and Geralt tries to say no, they’re not keeping the cat.

“Dad I think the cat is pregnant.”

“She’s just getting fat from all the treats you keep giving her.”

“Ciri, did you let the cat in this night when I told you not to ?”

“But dad there was a storm outside !!”

“Well now Roach is sad because there are kittens in her doggy bed.”

“!!! KITTENS !!!”

Geralt is fucked.

Geralt goes to the vet because he’s responsible but he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with four blind and deaf fuzzballs and their mother.

Vet gives him the contact info for a few local rescues but tells him that at this period of the year they’re overrun with kittens and may not be able to get the kittens out of his hands.

(Geralt doesn’t want the kittens out his his hands at the moment because Ciri would kill him and he’s grown fond of the tiny babies)

(Geralt doesn’t call the rescue)

Vet gives plenty advices for how to care for the mama and babies until they’re fully weaned and adoptable. Also dewormer for everyone.

The four babies grow up well and poor Roach gets a new doggy bed.

The babies and the mama take over the new doggy bed as well.

Once the babies are of age (and vaccinated, chipped and neutered) Geralt manages to get them adopted on his own.

Surprisingly, Ciri doesn’t want to keep one of the tiny cute baby kittens, but instead is dead set on keeping the mama, who even now all fully pampered and loved still looks like an alley cat from a horror movie)

Ciri calls the mama “Roach” and Geralt is offended that HIS Roach is now “Dog Roach”.

It’s been a week since the babies are gone. Roach has been spayed and is a very happy lazy indoor cat who steals Dog Roach’s stuff from under her nose.

It’s quiet.

Very quiet.

Too quiet.

Ciri is very happy with Roach and was very understanding that they couldn’t keep the kittens. Doesn’t miss them too much, but asks Geralt to text their new families every two days to know how they’re doing.

But GERALT misses them.

Geralt remembers what the vet told him about rescues being at full capacity this time of the year.

Geralt calls a local rescue.

“Hum, hello, I hear you’re looking for foster families ?”

On the other side of the phone, a very, very sleep deprived Aiden can only answer with a “YES !!! THANK FUCK.”

(Renfri will never forgive Geralt for betraying them for the cat side)

(Eskel reminds her she adopted a kitten from Roach’s litter)

("Shrike is different okay !!”)

Many years later, Ciri has to move out for uni and Geralt keeps fostering.

Ciri is still very involved with cats though, and now that fostering is not possible due to housing rules that leaves time to do some trapping for the TNR program !

One weekend while visiting Geralt Ciri sees a cat in terrible shape in the garden of a house across the street.

The house has been sitting in good shape but uninhabited for years so Ciri doesn’t really think twice and doesn’t ring before pulling a trap cage from storage and crossing the street to look for the cat.

“Yennefer, why is there a teen who looks cooler than me on our porch and why do they appear to have a cage ??”

“I don’t know Julian it’s not my family’s house, now are you going to help me with those boxes or not ?”

[tantumuna]

This Lost, Sassy Ghost Prompt Fill: comedy Rating: G Pairing: Aiden/Lambert CW: canonical character death, mentions of past trauma tags: ghosts, haunting, getting together __ Lambert runs into the forest to deal with a queen arachas without a second thought for anything, not even himself. If not for the haunting voice of a childhood friend, she would have won the fight, and another Witcher would be left dead. With this second chance and a little help from Voltehre, Lambert set things right with Aiden, because it's always about Aiden.

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Lambert and Keira Metz after the events of Wild Hunt run a joint business in Lan Exeter. Unexpectedly, a  stranger witcher appears on their doorstep with an unusual task.

So the translation of the first chapter of my fanfic where it turns out that Aiden is alive after all.

My English is shitty, so please forgive me for mistakes. I will be grateful for feedback, both in terms of language and story. I don't know if I will translate it further, it's really difficult and exhausting for me, at the top you have a link to the Polish version.

I dedicate this translation to @gridelincarver @marbienl13 @all-my-queens If it wasn't for you, this text wouldn’t have been written, so thank you very much for motivation!

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Granda

granda (polish) - rumpus, ruction, brawl, bunch but also fraud, hoax, humbug

Chapter 1

Lan Exeter was a beautiful port city, full of vivid but narrow houses and canals instead of streets. The winter capital of Kovir and Poviss, like the whole country, was favorable to sorceress and sorcerers who escaped from war-torn Redania from Radowid's witch hunters. Magicians from the Northern Kingdoms found here a safe haven, job and had great freedom in conducting their research and experiments.

Despite these many advantages Keira Metz didn’t like to live here. It was difficult for her to explain it rationally, she really couldn’t complain about anything, especially after what she went through hiding in Velen. But Lan Exeter got on her nerves. She couldn't focus here and felt something hanging in the air.

Lambert on the other hand was very pleased with the new location. Despite the fact that it was Triss Merigold, who arranged for them enter to Kovir, it was the witcher who indicated the winter capital as the right place to start their small project. He had acquaintances here, in the past he has made several large contracts for important officials. Thanks to these acquaintances, they didn’t encounter any major problems to rent a small, but well-kept tenement house not far from the city's main square. At the start they paid for it from what Lambert saved from contracts, Keira's savings went to the apparatus for the laboratory she arranged in the attic of the building. Now the sorceress has already run her own business, from which she had considerable profits and they divided expenses in half.

She couldn't complain here either. Despite his difficult character, Lambert was a resourceful and responsible man when it came to finances. He systematically searched for contracts and efficiently bargained with clients. He wasn't wasteful and basically the only thing he spent money on was weapon. As for the alchemical ingredients and components, Keira made sure he didn't run out of anything. Always taking orders for her business, she took into account the witcher's need for potions. Before they looked back, they worked out a routine for functioning and cooperation on both: private and professional grounds. And that was another thing that had been bothering her for some time.

Her relationship with Lambert was turbulent at times, but it was exemplary. The Witcher didn’t cause problems, except for the fact that he sometimes returned half-dead from work. And that was basically the only thing they could argue about. Both of them had an explosive temperament, arguments could sometimes alarm their neighbors. However, it always found its finale in bed, which didn’t diminish the amount of decibels they generated and Keira finally cast a silencing spell on their building, because tenants from behind the wall intended to report noise to the owner of the house.

Either way, her life under one roof with the witcher slowly and disturbingly began to resemble a marriage. And just thinking about it, Keira shivers. That wasn’t her ambition. She never dreamed of hiding in a charming house at the end of the world with the One. Keira wanted power and fame, constantly thinking back to the time she sat on the royal council of Temeria, she still remembered the conventions of sorcerers and the feast of the elite, where her word was sacred. That Keira Metz wore the most fashionable and provocative outfits, every night she had a different lover, drank the most expensive and exquisite wines on the Continent, and pulling the strings on the political scene of the country was her element. She had a reputation, people knew her name and felt respect for it. She wanted to create history and have fun, she wanted to taste life. Meanwhile, she was sitting in the politically neutral and boring Kovir, where no one knew who she was, she was selling her knowledge to the populace and slept with witcher.

Well, it was always a few steps better than forgotten by gods Velen, a bunch of illiterate peasants paying her with eggs and shareing bed with bugs. Not to mention the threat of burning at the stake still hanging over her then. So she knew it could always be worse. And she really couldn't say she was unhappy here, just ... it wasn't the kind of happiness she wanted. And Lambert himself was a completely unsolvable matter for her. They weren’t officially together, none of them came up with the funny idea of having a serious relationship. Lambert was supposed to help her with her research, and sex was just a nice addition for both of them. They didn’t claim any rights to each other, they didn’t swear allegiance and devotion, they just went with the flow and in some unexplained way they found themselves in this place. In a shared apartment, with shared business and shared life. Keira didn't remember when she had spent so many nights in her own bed with the same man by her side. She was beginning to fear that it had never really happened before.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a bell. In the tenement they rented, ground floor was adapted for Keira's magical business. At the front door, which was constantly open for the public, they hung a bell that signaled the arrival of a potential customer. The sorceress rose from behind the table, closed the book, which she reviewed to make a mixture ordered by one of the townsmen, and headed for the curtain separating the back room from the main part of the store.

She saw the figure next to the bookcase and thought it was Lambert for a short split second. She was fooled by two swords on his back - such characteristic accessories for her witcher. But it wasn't Lambert. The man was slightly taller, but thinner, he was standing back to her, and he had a hood on his head, but the sorceress knew her witcher too well to confuse him with someone else, she had no doubt. However, newcomer wasn’t interested in books, but in other objects based on a bookcase. Kiera shuddered a little, of all the things that were in this room, he had to choose that one.

"How can I help you?” She finally said, hoping that would surprise him and divert his attention from the things he was watching, but nothing like that happened.

The man, unmoved by her question, still with his back to her, reached into one of the hilt of two swords leaning against the bookcase. He grabbed it and pulled the blade out of the scabbard.

"It's not for sale," she said firmly, and finally got a reaction.

The stranger turned slowly toward Keira, looked her up and down, and a pair of amber cat eyes flashed from under his hood.

"Witcher,” she noted with surprise.

The man weighed the sword in his hand, ran his fingers over the carved runes. Keira didn't miss the way he was holding it. To be sure, she looked at his own swords protruding from his left arm. He was left-handed.

Lambert once told her that a left-handed swordsman is a real pain in the ass. A left-handed witcher, on the other hand, is a death sentence. Admittedly, it doesn't matter with monsters, but warriors trained in swordsmanship don't have much chance against someone like that. Regardless of school, master or experience, almost every swordsman has a dominant right hand. Even if he was born left-handed, when he enters the training he is immediately switched to the right one. Those who decide to train on the left have more difficult learning, but the advantage they gain thanks to it is huge. Left-hander is accustomed to right-handed opponents, they are his daily bread, but people relying on their right have a very difficult task fighting a mirror reflection. As a result, it was also established that a left-handed swordsman was a cheater without honor, so there were only a few schools and masters favorable to teaching left-handers on their dominant hand. Unless they want to train the assassin.

“The devil does not sleep,“ witcher read the inscription from the blade, still carefully examining the sword. ”Silver blade, witcher gear. Where did you get it from?”

"It's not for sale," she repeated and walked over to him, emphatically raising her hand, expecting that he would give her the weapon. “It belongs to my business  partner, also a witcher”.

"I see...” He smiled at her, which revealed dimples in his cheeks, but it was hard to call that smile cordial. He obediently gave her the sword and finally pulled off the hood.

Keira blinked in surprise. She may not have been an expert, but apart from Lambert, she was also dealing with his brothers from the Wolf School and that assassin of Foltest. The witchers were interesting in their own way, but it was hard to enter them into the standard canon of beauty. And the one in front of her was a little more unusual than the norm she knew.

First of all, he was redhead. She lived among the villagers long enough to know that redhead was for them a synonym of a soulless freak. So the red-headed and left-handed witcher would probably be cursed three times for them. Of course, these were only nonsense superstitions of the illiterate pleb, but someone with such qualities had to have extremely hard on the path. His appearance alone was enough for people not to trust him.

Secondly, he looked young. The Witchers in general grew old very slowly, but she has never met monster slayer who looks as young as this one. It wasn’t about the number of wrinkles, but about the youthful charm of teenage daredevil, and when he smiled, two deep dimples appeared on his cheeks. However, his cold gaze revealed that he was long after his teenage years. These eyes could see enough to look distrustful and insensitive now. Combined with this beautiful but predatory smile, he looked like a hungry shark.

Thirdly, he had no scars on his face except for one, thin as a thread that cut his lips vertically to the right and disappeared just above his chin. It was visible mainly because the witcher had a stubble on his jaw, if it weren't for it, it wouldn’t have been visible at first glance. Keira hasn’t yet met the witcher without the obvious scars that disfigure face. The only noticeable defect was the damaged right ear. The helix was clearly jagged, and although the flaw was completely healed, it seemed to be a fairly recent matter.

"Your partner left without swords?” witcher asked with a sneer, and Keira felt uncomfortable.

The tenement house was storeys, there could have been two dozen partners upstairs, but the newcomer knew she was here alone. The sorceress wasn’t particularly fearful and usually she felt more than at ease with men, but he gave her goosebumps. And not the good one.

In general, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to her that he exactly knew who was and who wasn’t around. She lived with Lambert long enough to learn that he hears from the ground floor a falling pin upstairs, but for some reason she attributed this skill only to him. Meanwhile, superhuman senses were a feature of all witchers.

"These are souvenirs," she explained and invited him to the table where she was hosting clients. Before she joined him she put the sword back into its sheath and laid it on the table. "He doesn't use them, so I wanted to hang them on the wall for decoration, but he didn't agree. And then I forgot to put them back in their place.”

"Why didn't he agree?” He asked in a tone of conversation about the weather and sat down, taking off his fingerless leather gloves.

"Like I said, these are souvenirs," she repeated, shrugging. “These have sentimental value and, as he said: ‘these aren’t ceremonial sabers to hang on the wall’."

"So neither for show nor for use," he said, looking at the weapon in front of him for a moment, then looked up at Keira, clearly stopping his gaze on her décolletage. A short grimace ran over his face, and Keira could have sworn, it was amusement. But it disappeared as quickly as it appeared, and after a moment the witcher was looking straight in her eyes, his face expressing nothing. “So much good steel is wasted. I will gladly buy them, I can offer a good price for them”.

Keira frowned. She had already told him twice that swords weren’t for sale. However, that wasn't what worried her. Not even that he was looking at her decolletage. She noted it with relief, because it was something she could deal with and finally he showed some human impulses, even if this view amused him for some reason. What she didn't like here was how quickly he decided to make a purchase. He didn't even look at the second sword!

She witnessed how Lambert bought new blades. The whole process lasted almost a month. A month of watching and comparing weapons at various craftsmen, a month of whining and fussing, and finally commissioned them to be forged. But he was still dealing with materials, because it was necessary to import a special steel alloy. It cost her witcher a lot of nerves and even more money, but he told her then that his life depends on these blades. They must be an extension of his hand, no compromises. 

And this witcher wants to buy swords that he didn't even look at properly.

Maybe he collected them, or maybe he was just stupid, it didn't matter, Keira wasn't going to sell them, even if he had a mountain of gold. These swords were important to Lambert.

"Not for sale," she repeated for the third time, this time in the tone she extinguished the royal advisers in the council, when they began to be a pain in the ass. “Please, better tell me what brings you to me. And to Lan Exeter if I can ask. The witcher in the city is quite an unusual thing.”

"From what I have found out, you live with a witcher,” he raised one eyebrow. “You are one of the last people who should be surprised.”

“That's why it's unusual. Two witchers in the capital are a crowd.“

“I must admit that this is not a coincidence. I’m looking for a partner to fulfill a big and difficult contract. A large and strong imperial manticore come along from the mountains to nearby villages. Kidnap people, slaughter cattle. Three villages funded reward.”

“So you didn't come to talk to me, but to my parner," she said, ready to end the discussion here. She couldn't take contracts on behalf of Lambert.

And it sounded really bad. Maybe the money could be good, but the manticores were extremely dangerous. If the monster flew here from the mountains, then the trip to track it down will be long and exhausting. She didn't like it at all.

“It's not just about the manticore, I also have a request to you. It is very fortunate that I find a sorceress and witcher in one place, although this is an unusual thing.“

“Maybe here in Kovir. Where I come from bards even sing ballads about the union of the witcher and sorceress. A few of my colleagues value such cooperation very much, so I decided to take their advice and enter into ... a partnership with the witcher.“

“I know master Dandelion’s ballads,” he smiled mischievously, and she had to admit that he looked attractive with that grimace on his face, even if it lifted her neck hair. For some reason, his smiles were like a bad omen for her. “And please forgive me boldness, but is your deal just business, or do you also aspire to ballad heroes?”

Keira raised an eyebrow and finally clarified what she didn’t like in this witcher. His cat's eyes were vigilant, just this how he surveyed the room and looked at her... without doubt it was a predator's gaze. A predator who just smelled a prey and was getting ready to jump. The sorceress repaid the same and finally began to analyze more closely what she saw. Neither the weapon nor the armor he wore had any distinctive school features. And most importantly and most disturbing in this all - this witcher didn’t have a medallion around his neck. And a witcher without a medallion can't use signs.

What the hell? She was beginning to conclude that everything was wrong with this stranger. And no wonder that he was looking for a partner to kill the manticore. Lonely expedition for such quarry, when you can’t use signs, is suicide.

"Interesting question," she said finally after a little too long pause. The witcher narrowed his eyes as if he sensed she was uncomfortable. “Are you asking out of professional curiosity?”

"Entirely private,” and that beautiful smile again, but this time it clearly contained a threat. Like an animal that bares its fangs before it attacks. “You're a beautiful woman. I was wondering if you want to replace a witcher.”

Keira frowned threateningly and looked at him with disdain, finally openly letting him know that she didn’t like the direction in which this conversation was going. Far more than once in her life she had to deal with not very subtle advances, and all in all, this witcher hadn't crossed any boundaries yet, but something was very wrong here. Keira never avoided men, even those not very subtle, if she was in a good mood, could count on flirting with her. This one, however, didn’t flirt. Contrary to what he just said, he wasn't interested in her, not in the way he was suggesting. His gaze was cold and calculating, but she saw no desire in it.  

“Please forgive me if I sent any wrong signals,” she announced finally icily, although she knew that she didn’t send any, and her exposed breasts, which was often interpreted in this way, mainly amused her interlocutor. “So now let me be clear, to avoid any further misunderstandings: me and my witcher are loyal to each other. Both professionally and privately. I’m flattered by your interest, but let's get back to business. My witcher would be very unhappy if he knew that we raised such a topic.”

She said this to give him a clear warning. What she meant by this was that if he has bad intentions towards her, he must take into account that she has another witcher behind her, who will deal with him if even a hair falls from her head. However, she was surprised to find that the words she said were true. She wouldn’t turn her back on Lambert, she wouldn’t betray him, even if this witcher turned out to be King Tancred himself. And she was sure Lambert wouldn’t turn his back on her either. The awareness of this alerted her more than the bizarre conversation she was having with her annoying visitor. She quickly put those thoughts out of her mind, this wasn’t the time to analyze her relationship with Lambert.

"My apologies if I offended you,” he raised his hands defensively and something changed in his posture. He became less tense and less alert. The predatory gleam from his eyes was gone too, but he didn’t seem in any way contrite or embarrassed. “I'm not looking for trouble. It just seemed to me extremely… exotic that a sorceress, a woman of scholar, of such status, was interested in a witcher. Perhaps I envied my colleague a little. You understand, we don't have a very good reputation.“

You certainly don’t, she thought.

"It depends on the school,” she finally decided to attack, she was getting tired of this game of cat and mouse. “But you don't wear the medallion. What school are you from? It is quite strange, I thought the medallion was sacred to a witcher.”

The man made a gesture as if to reach for his neck, but he immediately reflected and nipped the reflex in the bud. He winced slightly.

"That's what my assignment to you was supposed to be about," he said. “Some time ago I lost my medallion. It's hard to find a good craftsman to make a thing like this. I was hoping that the sorceress help me. I've heard a lot of good things about you, people praise your amulets and potions. In addition, you work with the witcher, which makes you, in my eyes, more qualified than the rest of the wizards in the city.“

"I have never had a similar order, I will have to ask Lambert to show me his medallion,” for the first time she mentioned her witcher's name and noticed how her interlocutor slightly twitched an eyebrow. She had to admit he surprised her with this order. She also noted how carefully he ignored the question about his school. “Also, there is no elemental circle in the area to charge it, although there is a lot of intersection in the city due to the wide network of canals and the water flowing in them ... I'll have to cast the silver, and have to order the mold from a craftsman… Either way, it'll be expensive.“

“As I mentioned, I have an eye on a big contract,” he reminded. “So I should be able to afford it. Please do a valuation, I will be able to confront it with my savings. And here we come back to the heart of my visit. When can I expect your witcher to return? I'm very keen on this cooperation. I can offer a profit split of up to 30% by 70% for the benefit of your witcher, of course, but I hope that I will get a discount on the medallion. If you have time now, we could initially set some amounts.“

The way he said "your witcher" made her think. She had deliberately emphasized this belonging beforehand in order to make him understand some things, but he made this point with scorn, lined with mockery. She couldn't help but get the feeling that what he really meant to say here was: “Where is your pet sorceress? Will you lend it to me?”, and it immediately infuriated her.

“Slow down, witcher,” she barely suppressed a hiss. “Lambert is my partner and I won't be bidding without him. We don't even know if he will be interested in this at all, so for the moment please consider the medallion issue and your manticore contract as two completely separate matters.How you will resolve the issue of splitting payments will be between the two of you. Then I will possibly consult with him if this transaction will be related to the medallion in any way.”

The witcher raised his eyebrows, his face expressive for the first time. He was surprised. And he was probably pleasantly surprised, because his gaze softened. Previously, it had lost its ferocity, now there was a gleam of sympathy in it.

“I guess I've been making a blunder again,” he said, but he didn't seem a bit too concerned about it. He looked like he was starting to have fun. “Since you are a scholarly woman, I assumed that you are the head of this business.”

“Don't you know the meaning of the word ‘partner’?” Keira was getting harder and harder to hide her anger, her service mask slowly started to fall off, she was on the verge of showing him why teasing a sorceress is a bad idea.

“Oh, I know. It even happened to me that I was called a partner,” she found his stupid smile less attractive and more irritating with each passing moment. “But witchers have a hard time in business, and we are rarely treated as equal partners. We're usually just boys for the dirty work. People value our skills but not us. For them, we are no different from rabid dogs that are unleashed in pursuit of prey, and the command is always the same: kill. Do you know what they do with a rabid dog after it does its job?”

"I can imagine," she said coldly. “And I conclude, from what I have just heard, that you don’t know the correct meaning of the word ‘partner’. You know the highly distorted meaning of this term. Generally sorry to hear all this, but I'm not a rabid dog breeder and you won't find any here. However, when it comes to my partner --”

She broke off when the witcher unexpectedly put a finger to his lips, ordering her to be silent in this non-verbal manner. She hadn't expected this, she opened her mouth to protest this blunt silencing, but realized that her interlocutor suddenly became very tense and focused. He tilted his head a little, like an animal that heard a strange noise, listened for a moment, then sighed heavily, closed his eyes and froze as if waiting for something.

Keira was amazed how his attitude completely changed in a split second. A moment earlier he had been nonchalant and self-confident, now he was sitting in front of her hunched over, evidently disturbed and anxious. Was it the same person at all?

The bell at the door rang and Keira looked away from the man in front of her to look toward the entrance. She saw Lambert in a bloody armor on the doorstep, but he moved freely, he didn't seem injured. For some time now, the sight of blood on his clothes had stopped alarming her, because it usually wasn't his.

“Are you all right?“ she asked anyway, immediately abandoning visitor and getting up from the table, heading towards Lambert.

"Yeah," he replied a bit impatiently, he looked annoyed with her concern, but Keira knew better. There was no anger in his gaze, he was glad to see her. “It's just --”

He paused as his eyes finally fell on the witcher's sitting at the table. The stranger sat with his back to the door and didn’t bother to look back and see who had just arrived. Keira understood that his earlier behavior was due to the fact that he heard Lambert approaching. Lambert must also have been aware of the client's presence before he even entered the house, but it seems that only now he noticed that it was a witcher.

"We have a visitor?” He looked at Keira, there was a question in that look: Is this a client or a threat? It seems that he sensed the tense atmosphere and the sorceress's nervousness.

"Yes, this is--" She paused mid-word, as she was about to introduce them, but she just realized that the stranger witcher hadn’t deigned to give his name. So she turned to him, this time openly irritated. “What is your name, Mr. Witcher, without school and medallion?”

The man at the table slowly straightened and stood up. He waited for an unbearably long moment to react before he turned to face them. And he looked straight at Lambert.

Everything that happened next took fractions of a second. Lambert inhaled sharply and immediately reached into his belt pouch. He took a silver orion out of there and threw it at the strange witcher, but he seemed to be waiting for it. He put his hand out in a defensive gesture, the star digging into his right hand. If he hadn't, it would have hit him in the chest, but not in any vital place.

Keira absolutely didn’t understand what was going on, but since Lambert attacked she had a defense spell on her lips, ready to stun the second monster slayer. She noticed that as Lambert made his throw, he hissed in pain, which meant he must have been injured. Keira had a firm resolve not to let him fight an opponent who was left-handed and in full strength. Unlike him.

“Easy, sorceress, he was just checking,” the red-haired witcher said, very slowly showing his hand to her with an orion in it. “This toy is silver.” After that, with a firm wave of his arm, he threw the star aside, which dug into the wooden floor at their feet, leaving a bloody streak behind it.

Keira was still holding the active spell in her clenched fist, but after this declaration she lost her vigilance. Her eyes followed the orion, then looked up at Lambert.

Her witcher after this violent reaction stared at the other man. Keira hadn’t seen such an expression on his face before. Lambert was absolutely shocked and furious.

"He's checking to see if I'm a doppler,” the stranger kept both of his hands in plain view, as if he were making a gesture to assure them he was not a threat. “I'm not,” he added softly. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have held silver in my hand. I'm bleeding so I'm not a ghost either. I can also tell the story of your commemorative swords to prove that I’m not a fraud. I know what the inscription is on the steel blade, and the sorceress knows I didn't get to see it outside the scabbard when I got here. Anyway, ask me any question yourself to test me.”

So Lambert asked: “Aiden, what actual the fuck?!”

“Aiden?” Keira looked at the stranger no less surprised than her witcher.

She knew the name, Lambert once, being heavily drunk, told her about him. She knows who Aiden is. Or who he was, because from the information she had it was clear that she was dead. Meanwhile, he was standing right in front of them, safe and sound, with puppy eyes. Now she understood why Lambert had attacked him, generally seeing someone who should be dead never bodes well. She tried to understand how this was possible, but suddenly realized something else.

First of all: Aiden knew from the beginning what he was here for. He was aware that the witcher Keira was working with was Lambert. He wanted to buy fucking swords because he knew them well - they had belonged to him before. And he was well aware that if he came at this time, he would find only the sorceress here. He came to take a look at her, test her, tease her, and mock her.

Second: Lambert has been mourning Aiden for a really long time. It could have been avoided. However, he allowed him to suffer and murder in the name of wrongs that probably didn’t take place.

In an instant she went mad and did something that neither of the two witchers apparently expected. She didn't really know when she let out the spell that hit  Aiden hard and threw him against the wall. Before he could pick himself up, she caught up with him, casting another spell. The witcher began to choke.

“Did you have fun?” she hissed furiously and raised her clenched fist with the spell upwards, as if she was pulling an invisible cord, thus forcing Aiden to look at her. His pupils were constricted to thin vertical lines, he tried desperately to gasp for air, certainly unable to answer questions. "You miscalculated my dear, you shouldn't mess with someone who might wipe the floor with you!"

"Keira!” Lambert grabbed the sorceress's wrist like a vise, Keira released the spell, and Aiden finally caught his breath. "That's enough!”

“Sorry, I got carried away,” she said weakly, trying to get her balance back. Her heart pounded like a hammer. "But he's been provoking me ever since he got here and he finally got it."

“All this violence is absolutely unnecessary,” Aiden croaked, still kneeling on the floor rubbing his neck. “Can we talk? I'll explain everything.”

"Dead people don't talk, Aiden," Lambert said in a voice that an iceberg wasn't ashamed of. He stared down at him with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

“I've always been special.” Aiden smiled brightly at him. “Come on, give me a chance.”

This smile was completely different from the one he presented Keira for the last half hour. Most of all it was sincere and gentle. He looked at Lambert with trust as if he knew he would agree, regardless of the proposal.

Lambert let out an irritated huff, leaned over, grabbed Aiden by the neck like an unruly kitten and, grimacing in pain, pulled him to his feet.

Something wrong with the right shoulder, Keira noted in her mind. It was the second time he had to use it that he showed signs of discomfort.

“I mourned you, you asshole,” Lambert growled angrily, still holding his collar. “I killed a lot of people to avenge you. You better have a fucking good explanation of this farce.”

“I’m sincerely touched by your devotion.” The smile didn’t leave Aiden's face. "And if it comforts you, you haven't killed anyone who didn't deserve it."

Lambert's eyebrow twitched dangerously. Keira thought that just a moment longer and her witcher would kill someone who definitely deserved it, and then he would regret it very much.

"Okay, that's enough." She interrupted their exchange of glances. “Let's go to the back room, sit down, talk quietly and dress your wounds. Lambert, let go of him and take it off, I want to see your arm.”

They both looked at her in surprise, but neither moved. They irritated her immediately.

“What, did I stutter?“ She huffed and gestured in the direction. “In the back, like, right fucking now. I don't need a client to come and find this scene.”

“You're letting her to boss you around?“ Aiden glanced at Lambert, one eyebrow raised in an act of ironic disbelief.

“Don't piss me off, or I'll let her finish what she started,” the other witcher  hissed in response and obediently moved to the back, dragging Aiden with him.

Keira went to the front door and locked it. It was going to be a long and stormy evening, she decided that there would be enough clients for today.

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Hi there 👋🏻! Do you know any fics where Derek hurts Stiles like with his claws or something but not on purpose and then Derek tries to make it better? xx

Yeah. Here’s some. - Anastasia

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"Stiles, babe, your heart is racing. What's wrong?" He's not even looking at Stiles. He's engrossed in some text conversation. When Stiles glances at the contact, he's not even surprised to see the name: Braeden.

"Nothing," he snaps.

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A Wild of Nothing by BewareTheIdes15

(1/1 I 4,159 I Explicit)

Sharp, warm points drag against his throat, and Derek probably doesn’t even need to hear the staccato of Stiles’ heart, although he’s sure he can. Can probably feel Stiles’ jugular doing a tap dance against his tongue. If he wasn’t about to die horribly, Stiles might laugh. All the hours he’s spent imagining Derek’s mouth on him and he’s finally got it.

The Cracked Mellon by p4poonam

(4/4 I 5,475 I General)

The last thing that Stiles remembered is staring into Derek's red blazing eyes ... Derek's hand wrapped against his throat and hearing a definite crack as his head banged against the window that Derek had shoved him against before his world went black.

OR

The one where Derek accidentally hurts Stiles ...but with a little more force than usual. Hurt!stiles , guilty protective!derek and worried protective!scott. My first teen wolffanfic. I love Stiles and Derek and the tension between them.

Fighting (To Fall For You) by stileskolpath

(3/3 I 6,666 I Mature)

“‘So do you see what your problem is?’

‘You?’ Derek was still angry and breathing heavily. Stiles was enjoying that particularly. For what reasons, he couldn’t say. Well, he could, but he didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good slow-build fight with a poorly-timed erection.”

Let Me Love You More by silveritas

(1/1 I 7,122 I Explicit)

Stiles has been running with the pack for so long now that bumps and bruises are a given.

Derek doesn’t pay it much mind until the night Stiles runs right into him in the kitchen at the loft, Derek’s hand shooting out and gripping his bicep to keep him upright. The hiss of pain Stiles lets out is a sound Derek never wants to hear again.

Or Stiles is in a bad relationship and Derek finds out.

Break the Lock If It Don't Fit by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

(!/1 I 12,738 I Explicit)

"Do you know what just happened?" Peter asked, frowning. "Do you know what Derek did?"

"He dislocated my shoulder," Stiles snapped, but Peter just arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by that answer.

[lookoutrogue]

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tagged by: @dinahdarling (Thank you for thinking of me! <3)

top three (witcher) ships:

(I sort of want to steal Dinah’s answers because she’s so right !!! but:)

Lambert/Aiden - Sorry, I’m just completely soft for Lambert and him being happy. (I say, to absolutely no one’s surprise).

Jaskier + Witchers - Specifically when it’s Jaskier, Geralt, Eskel and Lambert having to figure out how to make their wonderful foursome work. Don’t get me wrong, I love Jaskier with any witcher, but it’s more fun to witness the relationship dynamics when it includes the other three coming to terms with their decades long feelings for one another. <3

It’s hard to pick a third, but I’ll say any relationship where Yennefer is getting some love, whether that be in a romantic relationship with Jaskier and/or Geralt, or Triss, or when she’s just living her best life as Ciri’s Mum. She just deserves all the love.

last movie: Just re-watched Maleficent, and I totally blame Dinah’s A Familiar Magic AU. (I also wanted to re-watch it before watching the sequel, because I am woefully behind in that).

currently reading: I’m currently reading an untitled book for a bit of work. But other than that, I’m still in the middle of a few wonderful, wonderful long fanfic works, including:

Follow You Down by @kirk-spock-in-the-impala - A BDSM AU fic featuring sub!Geralt and the softest dom!Jaskier ever!

Piece Me Back Together, Dear Heart by @rawrkin - An ongoing series that begins as Jaskier x Eskel but quickly turns into the Continent’s greatest foursome: Jaskier x Eskel x Lambert x Geralt.

Silver for Monsters by @crimsonherbarium - A Lambert x Aiden story

food i’m craving: Not really craving much of anything, but I wouldn’t say no to a bowl of my sister’s lasagna soup right about now. (It’s cold and I miss my family <3)

currently listening to: My computer fans spit their displeasure over the fact I have still yet to move over to my newer computer. The wind trying to knock out my windows. And Lambert’s life story as he tells it to Geralt in WitcherGeorge’s Wild Hunt Playthrough.

tagging: @kirk-spock-in-the-impala, @rawrkin, @bygodstillam, @cymothoe, @hereisasuggestionshutup, @witchernonsense and anyone else who might want to do this <3