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update, morvran voorhis, empress ciri, witcher lambert

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so we’re uh not entirely resolving the cliffhanger, but– well, we are resolving the immediate cliffhanger, but it’s a long enough action sequence that well, we’re not to the rainbows and kittens yet folks.

chapter 6, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876890/chapters/72707130

“I’m just Lambert,” Lambert said. “Only dumb assholes get fancy ballads written about them with poetic names and shit.”

“Ah,” Voorhis said sagely, nodding. “Seems reasonable. Although, perhaps I am mistranslating the word, but I do not think I would describe your Geralt as an asshole? I thought it indicated an unpleasant person?”

“He can be pretty unpleasant,” Lambert pointed out.

“I suppose my experience with him has been limited,” Voorhis said diplomatically, and Lambert itched to poke holes in his composure, but he could feel Ciri’s grip on his arm going tighter.

“He’s addicted to drama,” Lambert said. “Maybe he ain’t had the chance to get into it here.”

“That’s possible,” Voorhis said, and gave Lambert a sidelong, almost surreptitious grin.

“Has he put his dick in anybody lately?” Lambert asked. “That’s usually his preferred flavor of drama.”

Voorhis hastily reverted his glance forward and schooled his features into composure, though a twitch of his mouth betrayed his amusement. “I do not believe I’d be on the list of people who’d know of such matters,” Voorhis said, consummately diplomatic.

“Ah,” Lambert said, and looked at Ciri. “What about you? I’d meant to follow up on that.”

“I have not put my dick in anybody lately,” Ciri said solemnly. (Your picture was not posted)

complete, all of this is me learning about not leaving wips lol, keira metz/lambert

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You know what?

I’m going to stick a pin in The Ideal Man https://archiveofourown.org/works/26847148?view_full_work=true and call it done with today’s chapter update. So that’s a completed work. It’s a whole story about Lambert and Keira stumbling into a kind of an arrangement and taking care of one another’s grief and loss and starting to maybe heal a little bit.

And all of it is backstory for a plotty thing I was working on before that and kept working backwards from because I hadn’t made that relationship between them into anything, yet, and so the plot wasn’t interesting and didn’t hang together because I didn’t know who these people are.

So the plotty thing is… largely written as well, and I just need to come up with a title and finish arranging it, and then I can post that. It’s got a lot more of Keira’s Deal in it, and we’re going to start to maybe address something of a forward-going plot about fixing some of this damage.

But this can kind of stand alone and just be a cute story of a couple of people figuring out some answers of how you go on, in the aftermath, and what you do and don’t have to be.

Feeling something was a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing, even if it was hard to keep up with.

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OK I finished enough of it that I’m putting the first chapter up. Lambert doesn’t get pegged in the first chapter, which is the sole reason I didn’t just call it Lambert Gets Pegged. Chapter 2 will follow soon.

Chapter 1: Uncertain Welcome, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/26847148

She was awfully pretty, and he wondered how much of it was real. What he liked about her were the tantalizing glimpses she gave him of the real person, but she was wrapped up in so much bullshit, like she felt she had to put on a show all the time. Of course the very most attractive part was the way she could shoot fucking lightning out of her hands and destroy enemies, but that was also the most frightening part of her and you couldn’t really build a relationship on that sort of aroused terror. Her sarcasm and dry sense of humor and fantastic tits had filled in the rest and at this point he was fairly hooked.

Well, it didn’t matter; he still wasn’t sure what it was she liked about him, and figured it was too much to ask for to try and get her to just be genuine with him. This was pretty explicitly a convenience thing, not like, a marriage of true loves, so.

reblogging for the morning crowd, and also adding a note, since someone pointed out that readers who’re just along for the series ride and started off blithely with Netflix Geralt and Jaskier– this story takes place about ten years later, after the events of Witcher 3, and some sad shit has happened even with the happiest (I think) possible ending, so while the story’s subject matter seems pretty lighthearted it’s also underpinned with some genuine grief. So, brace yourself going in, and I’m gearing up for the happiest possible ending probably but it’s not starting from a cheerful place. Both characters have been through some heavy shit. So it’s really not… entirely a fluff piece.

listen some people? get pegged? to cope? j/k but not really

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Chapter 18/18: To Completion https://archiveofourown.org/works/22894186/chapters/62222104

It is nine thousand words of explicit m/m/f threesome porn, with pegging, emotions, cuddling, face-sitting, dramatic readings of bad porn, manhandling, and general fuckitude all around. It is absolutely not what I set out to write but it turned out pretty great, I think.

“Fuck off,” Geralt said fondly.

“C’mon,” Jaskier said, “I know you’re tired, Yen, but arch up a bit, you could– oh, that was a good one, I could tell– I love how your eyes roll back, that really sells it.”

“Fuck,” Yen said, eyes glazed and distant, “ah fuck– Geralt– fuck–”

“Very heartfelt,” Jaskier said. He picked up a notebook that was lying on the trunk, and pulled out a pencil stub fastened to the spine with a loop, flipped to a blank page and pretended to be taking notes. “I give that one a nine out of ten. Now, Geralt, you’re on your third climax of the night, yes? Yennefer, is it worth attempting to count?”

Geralt looked over at him in amusement, rubbing his chin along Yennefer’s hair. He wasn’t quite at the point of no return but he was close, hitching into her with a glazed kind of focus, and Yennefer was completely beyond even knowing Jaskier was there, staring blindly at the ceiling utterly lost in pleasure.

“If you’re trying to get me to fuck you instead you’ve got to wait,” Geralt said, “I’m not done here.”

“No no,” Jaskier said, “I’m invested in this outcome.”

I also touched briefly in the end notes on this but I wanted to say I glanced at my AO3 stats and if I sort all my shit from all seven or eight years I’ve been on there, none of my Witcher works are in the top five for hits, but they are four of the top five by kudos, and three of the top five by comment threads. So like. Y’all, this is a hell of nice fandom. Thanks, guys, this has been a hell of a way to get through a scary period of history.

And yes yes, my Lambert-in-the-hallway epilogue is coming along, I’ll figure it out.

Ah, relatedly somewhat to the above ruminations– I just also hit a big (for me) Tumblr follower count milestone, and like, sometimes people do great thank-you things for that but listen I just wrote 9k of porn, I’m kind of tired, so I’m treating this chapter update as a celebration of the follower count milestone. It doesn’t matter in any kind of absolute way but I do love that y’all are here, especially the y’all of you who are real human people who actually are here to read stuff, LOL. I’m not always good at replying to asks or replies but I do really like getting them, so thank you and if I didn’t write back it wasn’t because I was mad it was because I forgot to.

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I just got plotbunnied for what to do about the weird consent issues with Yennefer and the djinn. featuring my middle-aged Jaskier. fuck.

on the downside, it’s more writing and i wasn’t going to take this long a break from original stuff. (i got feedback on the novella and it was. Real mixed. Sigh. Mostly what I expected but like. No simple answers, there: the real answer is that i have to write the novel. Which I have failed at, over and over again, for fifteen years now. Oh, seventeen years. Even better.)

But. On the upside, probably threesomes, which like. How do I resist that???

And people have been so dang nice about the Witcher stuff I’ve posted. Comments, reblogs, feedback, happy squee. How do I push all that aside to slave away on something I feel compelled to tell but which clearly does not feel compelled to be told? And then I could publish it, for what? To sell it for money? Listen I’ve looked into what authors make and it’ll be like, if I’m lucky I’ll eventually earn enough in royalties to have paid myself something like a quarter of minimum wage for having written it. Yes, it’d be something entirely new and different and I’d be able to bring this thing into the world and finally share it, but it’ll be so much work, and not that many people will eventually read it, most likely. And authors don’t really get paid, so it’s not like my tiny audience paying money for it will somehow do anything other than complicate my taxes and give me some weird little veneer of respectability that won’t make a lick of difference to anyone who matters. (I am not even contemplating trying to shop for an agent because I know my ADHD ass is not even remotely capable of dealing with that; it’d be selfpub or it sits in a drawer, so.)

Or I can write fanfic and get feedback.

Sigh. So, I guess I’m pumped for weird threesomes.

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Ha, thanks to everyone who’s expressed interest in this story.

I always do this to myself, I’ve got to drive 300 miles before lunch today and I don’t have time to proofread, and really it’s only half of the fic, there’s got to be a back half to it.

(I’m still deciding whose POV to write it from. The first half is all Jaskier, should I continue that way or do it from Geralt’s? Maximum narrator unreliability, is what I want.)

But I figured out a title, such as it is, and a summary, so I guess I’ll post the first little chunk before I disappear. There’s no juicy part yet, that’s chapter 2, but we’ll get an establishing premise and we can see if anyone really wants to read this after all. I’ll have chapter 2 up once I get online again, which will probably be tonight but no guarantees.

Currently, gen, and currently, rated T for canon-typical violence and body horror (mild, compared to the show!), but ratings are subject to change in subsequent updates and actually the violence isn’t until chapter 2. Ah, the pullquote I used for a summary isn’t until chapter 2 either. Dang it, I should just post the first two chapters. Well, I don’t have time, so consider this a teaser and I’ll make a new post when I can update.

Meet Death Sitting: Chapter 1, Surviving

on AO3.