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“You never take a real holiday, you deserve it,” Geralt says, biting heartily into the pizza in his hand.
“And you bloody well know why, son,” Vesemir counters grumpily.
“We know, you are always needed here,” Eskel says, in that smooth and caring way of his. “But we’re all home for the next few weeks, which are always the slowest of the year anyway, what with all the snow and frozen ground. Aiden’s idea is good, you should go.”
OR: While Vesemir is lovingly forced to take a holiday in Toussaint, Aiden experiences his first winter on the farm - both will have to confront their (surprisingly connected) past, while Lambert, happily in love, tries to manage whatever that entails.
modern au, farm au, Aiden-centric, game-canon Lambert, no Netflix in this one, fluff and smut, light dom sub undertones, very light, found family, established Lambert/Aiden, developing relationship, getting back together (Vesemir/Guxart)
There's this post going around about how the 'only one bed' trope is funny in fanfiction set in time periods where sharing a bed was entirely normal and @firethesound said:
#THERE'S ONLY TWO OF US IN THIS BED!!#where is the fic
and well... this happened.
“It’s the last room we have, it’s a very busy season,” the young woman at the desk says and then adds with a look of apology, “I’m afraid there’s only one bed.”
There is the tiniest hitch in Nicky’s breathing and Joe knows without looking how the corner of his mouth has tilted up in an almost smile. He very decidedly does not look though, because he doesn’t want to embarrass this lovely young lady who is so very sorry that there is only one bed.
He bites his lip to cover his own amusement and takes the key from her with a few thankful words before he follows Nicky up the stairs.
Nicky walks into the room and then turns to him with a forlorn look on his face.
“Joe. There is only one bed.”
Joe finally allows his amusement to bubble up, throwing his head back in laughter and he replies, “oh no, whatever are we to do?” before he drops their bags and tackles Nicky to said lonely bed. Nicky snorts with laughter and, as always, the privilege of being someone with whom Nicolò lets his guard down enough to be so unrestraint fills him with awe.
His laughter dies down and he leans over to kiss Nicky, first gentle and slow, and then, when Nicky sighs happily and opens his lips, he licks into his mouth and lets the kiss turn hungry and demanding.
Later, when the urgency is gone and they’re lying curled up into each other, sweat cooling on their skin, Joe lets his thoughts wander.
“Do you remember what joy it was, when the innkeeper said that we had a room to ourselves?”
Nicky smiles and hums, before he ghosts a few kisses on Joe’s shoulder.
“There’s only two of us in this bed!”
“Do you remember the first time this happened?”
“The first time or the first time?”
Joe’s Cheshire cat grin is answer enough.
Nicky turns onto his side, head propped into his hand, which frees his other hand to roam freely over Joe’s skin. It hadn’t been their actual first time, but it was still early enough in their relationship that having a bed to come together was a novelty.
“I remember when you closed the door behind us and looked at me, my heart was beating so loud I was sure you could hear it.”
The closed door meant no one had to be alert to their surroundings, no one had to keep watch, they could both just be there, in the moment, with each other.
Nicky’s hand, that had been resting over Joe’s heart, starts moving again. He follows the curve of Joe’s ribs and then curls his hand around his hip.
“I remember you made me feel so good I could not keep quiet.”
Being safe inside where sound did not travel a long way and might give you away meant there was no need to be overly quiet. And what a joy that had been to Yusuf, to discover all those lovely sounds, the sighs, the moans, the way Nicolò would gasp his name when his release drew close.
He looks up at Nicky, but his eyes are closed, mind clearly still caught in the memory. His voice is soft, so soft, when he continues.
“I remember loving you so fiercely when you came undone beneath me, I thought I might combust.”
And Joe remembers that too, the way Nicolò looked at him. It’s the way he still looks at him, but back then it had been new and groundbreaking.
“My love,” Joe says and Nicky opens his eyes, cups his hand around Joe’s jaw and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.
Still later, when Joe is curled around a sleeping Nicky, he thinks back to the young woman, with her worry over there being only one bed.
He and Nicky have slept practically everywhere. On the sand, on stone, on floors, in bed with several other people, on straw, on blankets, on beds so small they shouldn’t have been able to fit on together, on beds so big several other people would have fit, on mattresses soft and hart, even sitting up and very occasionally standing up.
It never mattered, as long as they were together.
Joe buries his nose in the soft hair on Nicky’s neck and follows his love into slumber.
SPENCERAUX gifs:
- 4.04 The Hot Potato Job | Leverage (2008)
- 1.01 The Too Many Rembrandts Job | Leverage: Redemption (2021)
- 1.06 The Card Game Job | Leverage: Redemption (2021)
thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight
#Helios was declawed by his former owners so he doesn't just slap things he dislikes like most cats#he really only feels confident in hissing at them#Especially because a lot of the thing he doesn't like are bugs and those are sharp sometimes :(#Selene has figured this out and now when she hears him hiss she sprints over the kill the fuck out of the bug#Helios has learned she will do this so he'll hiss at stuff louder and louder until she hears him#A nervous old man and his emotional support homicidal maniac
tags by @gallusrostromegalus
I couldn't reblog without the tags because the context is hilarious
A Nervous Old Man (right) and his Emotional Support Violence Machine (Left)
Yes, he is more than twice her size.
Yes, he is five times her age.
Yes, he cries like a big baby until she kills Unacceptable Scary Things (earwigs) for him.
this 'being really tired after work' thing is really getting in the way of this 'pursuing my artistic hopes and dreams' thing has anyone else noticed this
One of my favorite things about Leverage is that they were not afraid to put their men in colors. I'm not just talking about Nates obnoxious cutomes either. But the amount of times that Hardison is just casually wearing pink. The amount of fun patterns that Eliot gets away with while still being the "guard dog".
hardison in a cute lil sweater vest-tie combo lookin scrumptious:
hitter hacker thief in varying levels of fun outfits (hardison with the scarf/shirt, eliot wearing professor-chic, parker in a black doily):
here's eliot looking all kinds of soft and fluffy, channeling mormon jesus:
i got distracted bc i found this gif of aldis hodge and holee shit...
okay back to business!
we've got eliot in his guy-liner fashionista era and hardison really having no feet to stand on bc what in the hell is that orange monstrosity? no judgement (kay maybe a little) but it definitely is an outfit:
i'm so sorry i got distracted again...(i'm not sorry at alllll)
could not for the life of me find a better gif of it but hardi boy in this pink number with the fringey scarf:
eliot in salmon+overalls and parker in soft blue (personal favourite colour on her, it just goes so nice w her hair and skin tone):
eliot and his truly impressive layering, they really put him in 2 button-ups, a zippered hoodie, AND a leather jacket to top it all off:
and finally, a classic! all of them looking like they crawled out of a bad comedy movie lol:
i scrolled thru the reblogs and found more examples 🥰
first up! @dykeofthedirt mentioned the pink and orange coordinated outfits (you're right, they were a little horrifying but also they remind me of early 2000s polly pockets so kinda cute in a nostalgia kinda way lol). these are from the fairy godparents job:
also from the same ep we have nate and sophie going all in on the disguises:
sophie's outfits are particularly adorable in that ep!
neeeext, @sonicemp3 (hello dear!) and @my-citrus-pocket mentioned and found chef eliot respectively! they mentioned the french connection outfit bc eliot is in a cool red chef getup and i scrounged the web and found it!
i chose pictures that eliot was making funny faces in bc i'm allowed to do that lol:
also from that ep we have parker in this disguise:
very bold, very daring!
and sophie in this disguise:
which is honestly such a cute outfit!
and lastlyyy:
this cute lil matching moment from parker and hardison, which is kinda funny they match in this ep bc im pretty sure they aren't even playing a couple this ep, i think this is the ep in s3 (can't remember the name of the ep) where they pretend parker is dead to trick a former hockey player turned business man into giving up info about moreau (if i'm wrong pls correct me lol)
