#but ofc geralt denies that he even LIKES lambert but that's not the point

[valdomarx]

Now that you're as into Aiden&Lambert as I am: Geralt comes back for the winter and he kind of expects to have some relaxing, familiar, friendly rough sex with Lambert. But for some reason, Lambert doesn't want to. Feat: Nervous Geralt who doesn't get what has he done wrong. Sad Lambert who misses his no-homo Cat bro. Eskel, completely done with both of them.

This went in a rather different direction as I felt the urge to write something cute, but I hope you will like it all the same: Lambert brings Aiden to Kaer Morhen for the first time (and Geralt sulks about it)

“Have you heard,” Eskel begins, a conspiratorial glint in his eye, “Lambert’s got himself a boyfriend?”

Geralt scoffs. The idea that anyone would put up with Lambert as a romantic partner is clearly ridiculous. “Five crowns says he’s making it up.”

“No, it’s true, I swear it. Coen’s met him. He’s a witcher.”

That gets Geralt’s attention. He knows first-hand that Lambert has no objection to bedding other witchers, but the only thing that seems less likely than Lambert actually being in a relationship is Lambert being in a relationship with one of his own kind. “Oh? What school?” he asks, feigning disinterest.

Eskel sees right through him but doesn’t call him on it, bless him. “Cat.”

Geralt splutters. “Those slippery murderous bastards! If one of them has got their claws into our Lambert I’ll -”

“You’ll what?” Lambert’s amused drawl interrupts.

Geralt stiffens and turns to see Lambert lounging in the doorway, covered in mud from the road and smirking like a smug git as usual, but familiar in a way that feels warm and comforting.

And next to Lambert with an arm casually slung over his shoulders is a lithe, graceful witcher with a cat medallion around his neck. He is, annoyingly, exceptionally handsome. Even his scars look dashing.

“Lambert,” Geralt nods, restrained as ever. And, turning to the newcomer with his eyes narrowed, “Cat.”

“I’m Aiden,” he introduces himself. His smile is annoyingly handsome as well. He walks forward with his hand outstretched, and Geralt just glares at him, unimpressed, until Eskel elbows him in the ribs and shakes the offered hand.

“I’m Eskel. That’s Geralt. Don’t mind him, he’s sour today. Welcome to Kaer Morhen.”

“Will you be staying long?” Geralt asks pointedly. It’s unusual for any of them to bring guests to the keep, even more so to bring them without warning. He is not looking forward to being cooped up with this interloper.

“Of course,” Lambert says evenly, eyeing Geralt like he knows exactly what‘s going through his mind. “Aiden will be staying for as long as he likes.”

Aiden beams at Lambert and takes his hand, threading their fingers together.

They’re holding hands. Holding hands! Like a couple of lovesick teenagers. This is too much.

Eskel steps in before Geralt can say something stupid. “How about I show you around?” he offers, and Aiden nods brightly.

As they walk away, Geralt turns to Lambert with what he refuses to acknowledge is a pout. “He seems... nice.”

Lambert rolls his eyes. “You’re such a dick, Geralt.” The corner of his mouth turns up in the tiniest smile. “And I’m glad to see you too.”