dragonlady7

sitting, keira metz/lambert, nonbinary character, nonbinary Lambert

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I can’t just call this fic Lambert Gets Pegged, y’all. That’s not even the only thing that happens in it, though it does very much happen.

I even tried to help myself out, as I worked on the second draft of this I put in suggested tags and a summary, so I could get a head start on the hardest part of a fic which is organizing it enough for the final publishing bit.

There’s also a section that’s just basically verbatim Lambert@himself: wish you weren’t so fuckin awkward bud

But really most of it’s about Lambert’s unacknowledged massive burden of grief and Continuing Gender Shenanigans, so I’m really not sure how to title that. (tw for mild misgendering in this passage, which yep he’s not recognizing that this is her floating a trial balloon about it)

She smiled, and tossed her hair a little, a mannered affectation that Lambert struggled not to find annoying. Sometimes what had to be the real her peeked through, and sometimes she reverted to this sort of bullshit, and he wasn’t sure who had taught her she had to do that sort of thing. “Who’s to say a man and a woman cannot share a bath without untoward shenanigans?”

“Not a man,” Lambert said, on pure reflex, and he was suddenly even more tired than he had been.

“A Witcher, then,” she said, which… wasn’t wrong. She sighed. “For what it’s worth I suppose by that logic I’m not a woman either.” And she gave him a funny little sidelong glance.

anyway i’m trying to finish this, plz send help