Okk so, it's Lambert's birthday and the fam wants to throw him a surprise party, very wholesome, very demure, so they go to his apartment with all the fun decoration stuff and cake and everything, but when they open the door (emergency key) it's BAM naked butt!!! Turns out Lambert has a boyfriend, that's why he recently spent less time with the fam, that's why he didn't make any birthday plans (he already had some plans, birthday suit and all)
Send me random emojis and I will make up a story plot with them. ⚔️🍰🎉🌿🙂
"Fucking, move over, it's too hot!" Lambert grumbled and pushed Aiden away to his own bedroll. Even at night it was unbearably hot, the air heavy with humidity. For a long moment their camp was silent, then Aiden shuffled around and turned towards him. "Hey, Lambert," his voice sounded smaller than usual, "I can't sleep without you anymore." Lambert let out a sigh and turned his head. "Yeah.... Me neither." Their hands found each other, fingers intertwined, connected.
some self indulgent, pre-relationship Lambert/fem!or t!Reader/Aiden, very slightly nsfw
After months of careful consideration and many, many thoughts that loudly fought each other inside your head, you finally came to the long overdue conclusion, that a witcher's general lacking of any form of modesty was indeed a bad, not good, very terribly thing.
Said conclusion was made by you with a deep frown on your face that had your eyebrows knitted together in a disgruntled, tight line. You didn't like your own conclusion - for obvious reasons. Because, when you first started to travel with Aiden and Lambert their tendency towards casual nudism had seemed like a fantastic bonus. Who wouldn't like ogling a pair of extremely handsome men on a regular, almost daily basis? You certainly did enjoy it in the beginning.
Their total disregard for bodily shame used to be refreshing. Even now, play-fighting in the shallow waters of a creek they didn't wear a single piece of clothing, despite the fact that the small stream barely reached their knees and you were sitting only a couple of meters away, watching them. Their cocks were out in the open, dangling around in the air like fish on a hook. Floppy yet somehow lively.
The problem? You were pretty damn sure those two fish were swimming in the same pond - so to speak. Which was fine, absolutely and totally fine with you. Except for the tiny fact that you wanted to take a dip as well, but neither were you a fish, nor did you know if dropping your... turtle into a fish pond wasn't a terribly rude thing to do. Of course, you could just them about their turtle policies, but if they swam in a fish-only pond, things between the three of you would turn incredibly awkward incredibly quick. Which would mean your inevitable departure. And you. Did not. Want to leave.
In the short time you've known them, they'd wormed their way into your heart like no one had ever done before. Aiden and Lambert meant way too much to you to fuck this up.
Besides, with them being so open about these sort of things, shouldn't they be the ones to express their interest in a turtle dipping its feet into their pond? The fact that they didn't - show any interest at all - was obviously a bad sign. A very big, bold-lettered sign that said "No Turtles Allowed".
So. No fish for you, even if it was dangling right in front of you. Literally. Both witchers had apparently stopped their squabble and interpreted the frown on your face as an invitation to come over. "What are you moping over?" Aiden asked, making you curse their ability to always detect your lies. So you answered truthfully, "Turtles," and watched the confusion spread across their faces with slight satisfaction.
I keep thinking about courting jewelry and how Aiden wouldn't be able to look at Lambert's bare hands so one day he just takes the wolf's hands into his and shares some of his favorite rings with Lambert and then makes him promise not to lose them because they mean a lot to Aiden (so Lambert now needs to accept them :) ) and how that sharing of jewelry would turn into soft hand kisses would turn into even softer face kisses..... *swoon*
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.
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