Another negative pregnancy test, another round of hearing your mother's voice telling you your only worth as a woman is having kids. Another memory of your grandmother teaching you that women are either good wives or whores and only good wives have any kind of financial security in this world.
The only reason you were allowed to go to college was because the women of your family expected you to find yourself an educated husband with good prospects. A good man who didn't need the army to pay for his college. Really anyone who wasn't Sy.
Despite you knowing Syverson was a good man, your family didn't like him. You're certain it's because he stood up for you. Even as kids, going into elementary school, he had your back, protecting you from bullies. Whenever your family was hard on you, yelling at you for being too thin-skinned he shot right back at them.
For those waiting on the next part to my Virgin!Jaskier story, I'm still writing the chapter, I've been suuuuuper busy the last week! I've done like, 600 words though I'm getting there hahah
Basically; Jaskier drinks a potion that makes him forget every romantic interaction he's ever had - queue Geralt who wants to give him all of his firsts and in the process learns a lot more about himself!
A/N: Lambert has been dating both Geralt and Jaskier for a year now. They treat him with tenderness and respect, even at his prickliest, but their hunger for him sometimes boils over and he finds it impossible to resist.
The Garage AU: Part 2 (here’s Part 1)! Geralt’s really racking up these OSHA violations. Warnings for smut.
The garage smelt of spilt oil, sweat and baking upholstery. It was the height of summer and it hadn’t rained now for two weeks. All the windows were opened as far as they’d go, with the huge doors wide even when the shop floor was completely empty. The pavements were parched, and the plants outside reception that Eskel had tried so valiantly to keep alive wilted pathetically in their earthenware pots. The air conditioning in the breakroom was the one saving grace but there had been an uptick of work. Old cars suffered in the heat about as much as in the cold, and suddenly KM Autos was flooded with broken cooling systems and corroded engines.
Geralt knocked back the last few dregs of water wallowing in the bottom of his flimsy cup, clipboard braced against his stomach, as his eyes wandered over the workshop floor. Eskel was on a home visit. Some old girl whose car wouldn’t start and she needed to get to Sainsbury’s to do her weekly shop. Eskel would probably end up loading her into the truck and taking her there himself, and would spend the next few hours helping her decide between Romaine or gem lettuce. Those old Skodas didn’t revive well after a hiccup. That left Geralt and Lambert to hold the fort while he was gone.
Geralt/Lambert modern AU, just anything. I love prickly Lambert begrudgingly accepting soft because he actually loves the attention but refuses to admit it.
Lambert’s been nursing a crush on the garage’s very own pretty boy, with his piercings, tattoos and body to die for. But, you know, pining’s for losers, and it’s not until Geralt offers to help him with a bad back that Lambert realises the interest is very much returned...
“Why does he have to open it between jobs?” Lambert grumbled quietly to Eskel in the breakroom, glaring down into the tepid depths of the filter coffee in his hands. It was difficult to not stare when Geralt waltzed into the breakroom with his overalls open to the belly button. His chest was a work of fucking art. Literally, in all ways. Lambert had to stop himself staring at the tattoos, because that inevitably led to staring at the rest; the amazing fucking chest, the ripped abdominals.
Fucking pretty boy asshole thought he was above everyone, and—
The sexual attraction had started slowly. It wasn’t instant. Never was with Lambert, fuck if he knew why. But everything about Geralt was Lambert’s type, right down to his snarky attitude when customers were idiots and the easy manner in which he floated through life, apparently giving zero fucks about anything. Granted, Geralt was a bit more subtle than Lambert, who wasn’t above calling them fucking idiots to their face and swore loudly and often that he didn’t care about shit. There was one snag though. Geralt was very much taken. He even had the guy’s name tattooed around his neck: ‘Jaskier’.
Ahh you’ve got me obsessed with genital piercings. I’m imagining a reverse AU where Geralt does piercings and Jaskier originally goes in to get his ears pierced but sees Geralt and his first thought is please let me fuck this man. So when Geralt asks what piercing he’s here for he just goes “cock” and then oh shit can’t back out now (imaging Geralts hand on his dick) and yeah that’s what I’ve got on my mind so far
literally you guys are so sexy i can’t even tell you, i love everything about this
(did i just go down a rabbit hole of dick piercing research????? you know that i did)
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“Cock?” Hot Tattoo Man repeats. He doesn’t seem taken aback at all, just sort of blank and dubious. Jaskier can only assume that’s his default state.
“Right.” Jaskier laughs, an awkward, high-pitched little giggle, because sure, maybe his septum is what he walked in intending to have pierced, but he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, and it’s not like he's never been curious about pierced genitals. Not to mention, he’s beyond interested in getting those big tattooed hands on his dick. “Yes. I...would like you to...pierce my cock. That’s what I want. Or...I mean, it doesn’t have to be you specifically, I suppose, I mean I just want my cock pierced in general. That is definitely a thing that I have wanted for a not inconsiderable amount of time.”
Hot Tattoo Man looks even more unimpressed. “What kind?”
I really like Leah’s bluntness and agree on the fake niceties. Speak your mind & scrap the bullshit. Especially in the dangerous environment that they are all in.
She knows how they talk about and to her so why should she be polite back?
Oh that bloody bet. Its going to cause so many problems, not just for those that participated but for those that didn’t. Leah just doesn’t know who to trust and that’s going to make things difficult for her to trust those that didn’t join in.
Awe Sy called Leah pretty 🥰 even if it just slipped out subconsciously. Of course nothing can happen between them but the compliment is still nice for her.
I’m with Sy, the horse image is rather🤮
Also losing a parent is awful but I’m sure Leah’s dad is super proud of her.
Really enjoying this so far Dino. I can’t wait to find out more about Leah and Sy and more of what lead them to the job.
There's definitely lots more to learn about the both of them!
Leah wasn't born yesterday, she knows how base dynamics work and she knows she can't let it show if anything is getting to her. Even if that means putting up with relatively 'harmless' means of passing the time like Would You Rathers no matter how gross.
Hopefully she will be able to form some strong connections with the good ones around.
I've been vegetarian for 7 years and don't usually crave meat that often but good lord does that man test my self control whenever he shows off his beef
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