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do you think you could take a werewolf
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Ehehehehehehehehehehehehehhe
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I had a vision
Pls reblog :3 <33
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Ooh would you mind doing 83, or 38 please? Thank you, love your writing! 💙
just for you, the softe Lambden 38.
kiss prompts 🌼 ao3 🌼 2.669w
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It was a calm afternoon, sunny and warm. Two days ago Lambert and Aiden had set up their camp far out in the woods, where no one would bother them as they restocked their potion supply. The last couple of contracts had gone well, a routinely find-contract-kill-monster-get-paid situation that left them with enough coin to finally replace Aiden's leather vest and buy Lambert a new tunic and a pair of pants that would hopefully survive the next hunt.
Away from the general population and bend over his brewing kit, Lambert was in his element. It was rare for Aiden's best friend to find a task that kept him both calm and concentrated and required him to use his brain. Brewing was by far Lambert's favorite past time, which was brilliant, given the fact that witchers required their potions like a fish required water. They could do without, but not exactly for very long.
And Aiden loved to see him like that, he really did, but after two days of calm and quiet he was starting to get restless.
Wanting Lambert's attention more than anything right now, he casually started poking the wolf's side.
The first few pokes were entirely ignored. But Aiden was a cat and everyone knew that cats had the natural ability to be persistently annoying. So Aiden kept poking Lambert. Nudging against his side until the wolf's concentration broke and Lambert swatted his hand away with a low rumble. Aiden grinned.
Very slowly he raised his arm and, just as slow, his pointed finger nudged right against Lambert's cheek just above his beard. He left his finger there, squishing into Lambert's face, even when the other witcher stopped his work to give Aiden his evilest murder stare. The cat's grin grew even wider.
“What are you doing?” Lambert asked, his voice a dangerous, deep grumble. It should have been a clear warning, but all it did was to send a delighted shiver down Aiden's spine.
“Nothing,” he answered as innocently as possible. Just to let out an undignified, loud squeak when Lambert suddenly turned his head and snapped his teeth at Aiden's finger. Only thanks to the cat's quick reflexes did Lambert end up with nothing but air between his toothy grin. “Careful, kitten. You don't want me to make a mess, do you?” he asked semi serious as he cocked his head towards the bubbling concoction in front of them. Aiden sighed loudly, letting his body slump to the side and fall down like a sack of potatoes. Lambert let out a snort and raised an eyebrow in amusement before returning his attention to their potions.
Used to Lambert's gentle but firm dismissal Aiden let out another, quieter sigh and did what he always ended up doing in these situation. He watched Lambert.
A habit he had initially started to annoy the wolf, because no one truly liked being stared at, but had continued once he realized just how nice Lambert was to look at. He had that handsome ruggishness that easily caught other people's eyes. His strong jaw, wide back and broad shoulders, the way he held himself, full of confidence thanks to Lambert's not-giving-a-fuck attitude often had people stop and look at him. Not that the cynical wolf was aware of how many heads turned for him. But at least that also meant he didn't realize just how many couldn't see past his rough exterior. Lambert's sharp wit and hot-headed reactions scared others off. Even Aiden himself hadn't fully understood the complexity behind Lambert's temperament when they first started meeting up. The wolf was difficult to read when he wasn't willingly open about his emotions, but once you were able to see the subtle signs in his body language and tone he was an absolute delight to be with.
Then there was the fact that Lambert was pretty. Handsome, of course, but any half decent man could be considered handsome in the right light. No, Lambert was pretty. Whenever it was just the two of them and the wolf got to take a breath and relax, it seemed like his entire being softened. His jaw would unclench and the harsh look in his eyes soften. His shoulders would slowly fall down, opening his posture and making his movements smoother. The first time Aiden had noticed this it had taken his breath away. Lambert's smile, his actual smile that brightened his eyes and created little crow's feet in their corners, was a view he held close to his heart. The way his black hair curled into tiny locks when the wolf let it grow out for once, how he unknowingly curled into Aiden whenever he got tired during the long nights neither of them could find any real sleep and how utterly adorable he looked on days he was slow to wake in the mornings, knowing Aiden had his back. Lambert was handsome and pretty and unfairly beautiful without even knowing it.
But of course it was more than that. Lambert was loyal to a fault and no matter how badly he tried to hide it, it was incredibly obvious just how much he cared for Aiden and that- That might just have been one of the many reasons why Aiden had fallen in love with his best friend.
It was a tragedy, really. Because Aiden knew these things never really worked out in the end. He had witnessed it too many times before, when his brothers and sisters came back, heartbroken and angry and without their best friend's shoulder to lean onto. It sucked and Aiden was not ready to risk Lambert. He'd never be.
So instead of sitting up and kissing Lambert stupid, he settled with another long and dramatic sigh, followed by the admission, "You are so gorgeous," just to see the way Lambert's eyes widened and the way the tip of his ears turned red. Just because Aiden couldn't kiss him, didn't mean he couldn't be nice to him. It helped a great deal that the wolf had no idea how to deal with compliments and therefore never said anything about it.
Basking in the knowledge that he once again managed to make the wolf blush oh so prettily, Aiden purred. “Stop trying to distract me,” Lambert grumbled, not looking at him. “Not trying to,” Aiden argued, “I just miss you.”
The look that was shot at him was one of pure irritation, but the darkening blush gave the wolf away. Aiden smiled sweetly. “Honestly, if I wanted to distract you I wouldn't do so by complimenting you.” Not saying out loud that it would be outright cruel of him to use soft words and compliments against Lambert. He didn't need to anyways, because Lambert raised his left eyebrow in challenge and Aiden wasn't one to back down easily. With a loud “Ha!” he darted forward, snatching one of the little ingredient pouches he knew Lambert would need next and hopped out of the wolf's reign.
“Aiden!” he yelled out, “You bastard, give that back!” Jumping up with one motion, Lambert was on his feet and darted into the cat's direction who, just as quickly, widened the distance between them. “Nuh-uh, no way,” Aiden laughed and danced out of the wolf's reach again. “If you want it you have to catch me!”
"Not funny," Lambert declared loudly as he ran after Aiden, but the grin on his face betrayed him. Aiden allowed himself to holler with joy, leaping away from the wolf and turning the chase into a cat and mouse game. With him ironically being the mouse. The two of them frequently chased each other in all kinds of terrain. The even forest floor of their camp was hardly a challenge, but the short burst of adrenaline that got his heart pumping and blood flowing after sitting in one spot for so long was a welcome change.
Aiden let out a loud squeal when Lambert's hand got hold of his shirt and tugged. Hard. To escape the wolf's grasp he ended up doing a less than graceful somersault. When he stumbled during the landing, Lambert took the chance to reach for the pouch. With his fingertips tugging at the fabric, Aiden only had one move left, so he raised his arms as high as he could, knowing full well that Lambert wouldn't be able to reach. He was almost two heads shorter than the cat. “Fuck you!” said witcher promptly cursed. One of his hands took hold of Aiden's shoulders and he used the momentum to push himself upwards, his free hand grabbing at Aiden's wrists and immobilizing him.
He barked out a victorious laugh before noticing that Aiden refused to give up just yet. His hands stayed exactly where they were, up in the air, wrists held together by the wolf's tight grip. Lambert tried to yank them down but the other witcher barely moved. “Come on, now. I won, fair and square!” he complained. Aiden, who was entirely enraptured by the close proximity of their faces, barely heard the mild complains. He might have reacted differently had he not spent the past ten minutes or so thinking about how pretty and kissable Lambert was.
“How do you always make me so happy?” he asked bewildered.
As if burned, Lambert suddenly let go of the cat and took a step back, his hands dropping to his sides. “You- You can't say things like that.” Aiden's face fell. It was the first time Lambert clearly objected to his remarks. “What- Lambs?”
“You can't just say that shit, alright?” Lambert got louder, drawing up his shoulders in self-defense. He wasn't supposed to do that, not in front of Aiden. He wanted to be safe. “I thought you didn't mind?” He sounded small, his thoughts racing. Had he messed up? Had Lambert been uncomfortable the entire time Aiden complimented him?
“No. I mean yes- It's just- Fuck, Aiden!” His wolf was almost yelling now, the frustration in his voice would have been obvious to anyone. “You can't keep saying this shit. Because- Not if you don't mean it. Because I will think that it means something and-”
Before he could continue Aiden grabbed him by the shoulders and dug his fingers into Lambert's tunic. “Do you want it to mean something?” He hated how desperate his voice sounded. Lambert stilled immediately, wide eyed and frozen he stared at Aiden, not daring to answer. Without really wanting to, Aiden moved closer to him. “Lambert?” His eyes, just as wide and confused, were searching Lambert's looking for a sign, looking for something that proved to him they were on the same page. “Do you like me?”
The wolf let out a defensive huff and looked away, “What are you, twelve?”
“Lambert!” Aiden sounded harsher than he wanted to. “This is really not the time to be stupid. Do you like me?”
“Yes, fine, for fuck's sake! So what of it?!” Lambert looked like he had bitten into a bad apple. Aiden couldn't believe it. “Fucking kiss me, you dumbass!” he demanded, slightly shaking Lambert by the shoulders. Between the surprised yelp and Aiden's loud giggle they somehow managed to smash their lips together.
Their teeth knocked together and Aiden couldn't stop smiling.
Their first kiss was clumsy and stupid and not at all what either of them had imagined but at the same time it was so them. When they broke apart they were still laughing, shoulders shaking from the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
“Want to try that again?”
“Please.”
Their next kiss was everything.
Aiden leaned in slowly, his wide smile softening as he noticed his heart pounding inside his chest. He had thought about kissing Lambert countless times and finally being able to do it made his insides squirm.
Never before had he gotten so lost in a kiss. His hands wandered from Lambert's shoulders up to his head, cupping his face, pulling him even closer. He was warm and soft and felt so alive under the tips of his fingers.
Lambert tasted like sunshine. It made Aiden gasp, a sound that was quickly caught between the wolf's lips and returned with the same reverence. He felt one of Lambert's hands tangling up in his hair, felt his other hand settling in the small of his back like it belonged there. They kissed like they had done so a hundred times before, like they were made for each other. And all Aiden could think of was kissing Lambert. To kiss him like this each and every time. Every morning after they'd waken up, every evening before they'd go to sleep. Day after day after day he wanted to kiss Lambert again and again and again.
Soft gasps turned louder as the need for air grew more pressing, despite neither of the two really wanting to part. Lambert's hand on his back pressed them closer together, desperate for closeness in a way he'd never been before. Even as they were ultimately forced to separate, neither of them allowed the other to stray far. Pressing their foreheads together, ringing for air, unable, unwilling to let go for just a moment. Lambert smashed their noses together in a desperate attempt to keep Aiden from leaving him. Not that the cat would ever let Lambert go now. “I love you,” he whispered against his skin, unable to open his eyes no matter how very much he wanted to see if Lambert was blushing. It was the high-pitched whine that had his eyes flutter open. Just to find big, watery topaz staring right back at him. “Lambs? Are you alright?”
“Do you mean it?”
“What? Of course! Lambs, I love you so much!”
In all the years Aiden had known Lambert, he had never seen the other witcher cry. Not once. Apparently all it took was an honest confession of his affection. Lambert was hiding his face in the crook of his neck, absolutely bawling. It was kind of adorable. “Oh no, oh Lambchop, it's okay,” he cooed at the wolf, not able to hide the amusement in his voice. “Oh Labs, I love you. Love you so much.” He threw his arms around Lambert's middle and pulled the other witcher into a hug. “Don't make fun of me,” he grumbled into Aiden's neck.
“Not trying to, sorry.”
“You're laughing.”
“Not to make fun of you. Never that. I'm just really happy.”
That made Lambert pull back and look at the cat, “You're happy?”
He breathed out a laugh and gently wiped the tear tracks from Lambert's cheeks. “How could I not be?” A soft kiss to each corner of Lambert's eyes made them flutter shut. “I've been in love with you for a long time, Lambs,” he continued, pressing a kiss against the wold's cheekbones, “Never told you about it because I thought you'd leave me.” Another kiss, against his cheek this time. He didn't want to stop. Ever. Kissing the corner of his mouth, then slowly bringing their lips together once more. Lambert sighed happily, “Love you too.”
Aiden's stomach did a flip. The wide smile that spread across his face forcing them apart again. Letting go was easier this time, now that he was sure he'd be able to kiss him again. And so he did. Trailing soft kisses from Lambert's lips across his face and down his neck where he buried his nose against the soft skin of the wolf's throat.
It was a warm and sunny afternoon, the sun slowly starting to set between the tree tops when they opened the pace between them.
“I- The- Uh- The potions. I should continue,” Lambert stumbled over his words. The tips of his ears were burning hot and a red flush spread across his cheeks. His lips were red from kissing Aiden and he looked oh so damn pretty.
Taking hold of Lambert's hand Aiden lead them back to their little alchemy station. His heart still fluttering inside his chest.
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artistsfuneral · 3 days
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geraskier song fic idea
where Jaskier sings Nur ein Wort (Only a word/Just a (single) word) by Wir sind Helden
Basically the singer in love with a guy who doesn't care for her and really doesn't talk much and she's asking for some sign that he likes her too, "say something!!!!"
Und wo du hingehen willst, ich häng an deinen Beinen.
And wherever you want to go, I'm hanging onto your legs. (I will follow you, bc I like you)
Wenn du schon auf den Mund fallen musst, warum dann nicht auf meinen?
If you fall on (your) mouth, why not fall on mine? (it's an idiom, about being witty/sharp-tongued, and she turns it into a flirt)
Es ist verrückt wie schön du schweigst, wie du dein hübsches Köpfchen neigst und so der ganzen lauten Welt und mir, die kalte Schulter zeigst.
It's crazy how nicely you're silent, how prettily you cock your head to the side and show the entire, loud world - and me - the cold shoulder.
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Done 😁 How would you have colored it?? 👀
There's a new Coloring Page in my ko-fi Shop!
It's a flower shop au :)
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It costs 1€, that's like- a gas station coffee, a pack of gummy bears, a cup of instant noodles. But you can color it in again and again and again! That's hours of chill time!!! (And it would make me very happy to see how you color it in)
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There's a new Coloring Page in my ko-fi Shop!
It's a flower shop au :)
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It costs 1€, that's like- a gas station coffee, a pack of gummy bears, a cup of instant noodles. But you can color it in again and again and again! That's hours of chill time!!! (And it would make me very happy to see how you color it in)
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Ooooooooooh but what if they used to be childhood enemies?!?!
Because I can imagine little Julian being a perfectly well behaved lordling (you, know until he finds his calling) but Lambert must've always been an angry child (due to his father).
So. Lambert maybe fighting Julian? Getting all angry about how good Julian has it?
We always assume Lambert grew up poor.
But what if he used to be a lordling like Jaskier? What if, as the only son, he's still technically the heir?
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artistsfuneral · 4 days
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Also love how this idea was created in my head alongside an incredibly whumpy, heartbreaking fic and then people judt turned it into
Oh Jaskier and Lambert could be childhood friends, yaaay!
We always assume Lambert grew up poor.
But what if he used to be a lordling like Jaskier? What if, as the only son, he's still technically the heir?
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Actually I'm almost sure that Lambert is just a few years older than Jaskier.
Eskel and Geralt are... 80 or something? In The Witcher 3 he's ~98/99. And Lambert should be around 40-50. And I think Dandelion is also around 40 years old.
So. Technically.
Lambert meeting baby Jaskier.
Or you know.... We already kinda established that Jaskier is immortal in some way or another, just put canon into the fridge for a while.
We always assume Lambert grew up poor.
But what if he used to be a lordling like Jaskier? What if, as the only son, he's still technically the heir?
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A little art buddy ❤️✨
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We always assume Lambert grew up poor.
But what if he used to be a lordling like Jaskier? What if, as the only son, he's still technically the heir?
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There's a new Coloring Page in my ko-fi Shop!
It's a flower shop au :)
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It costs 1€, that's like- a gas station coffee, a pack of gummy bears, a cup of instant noodles. But you can color it in again and again and again! That's hours of chill time!!! (And it would make me very happy to see how you color it in)
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Personally I think it looks really great and I can't wait to color it.
(And yes there will be a chaotic version with Roach the horse inside the shop)
There's a new Coloring Page in my ko-fi Shop!
It's a flower shop au :)
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It costs 1€, that's like- a gas station coffee, a pack of gummy bears, a cup of instant noodles. But you can color it in again and again and again! That's hours of chill time!!! (And it would make me very happy to see how you color it in)
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artistsfuneral · 5 days
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There's a new Coloring Page in my ko-fi Shop!
It's a flower shop au :)
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It costs 1€, that's like- a gas station coffee, a pack of gummy bears, a cup of instant noodles. But you can color it in again and again and again! That's hours of chill time!!! (And it would make me very happy to see how you color it in)
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