#dash: aiden winters

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FOX ID PACK

NAMES︰aiden. ajax. alfie. amber. arbusto. asra. auburn. aveline. bandit. bark. baya. bella. berrian. blanc. blanche. blanchette. bosque. bramble. briar. bush. bushette. buster. byakko. caelus. calix. cameron. canidae. canis. cedar. chepi. christel. cinnabar. cinnamon. ciro. claud. claudia. claw. clawette. cody. copper. corsac. crimson. dash. eira. ember. eris. faelan. faux. fennec. fern. finn. fira. flannery. fluffers. fluffy. flyn. forest. fox. foxen. foxette foxette. foxian. foxie. foxsse. foxy. frost. frostette. frostine. fyre. gale. ginger. grim. harlow. hazel. hiver. holly. hunter. invierno. james. jamie. kit. lily. liora. lira. lune. lysander. maple. mary. mirren. mischiefesse. mischiefette. neige. nevada. nieve. nixie. noir. nyra. nyx. orin. patches. paw. pawer. pawette. pawie. powder. red. redd. rena. renard. renna. reynard. rita. rogue. rojo. rory. rouge. rougette. rowan. rufus. runa. rune. russ. rust. rustesse. rustette. ruston. rusty. scarlett. scout. serin. sly. snow. snowball. snowbelle. snowy. socks. softse. soren. sorrel. sox. sylvie. talia. tawny. tod. todd. trixie. velox. vire. vivi. vivienne. vix. vixen. vixenne. vulpa. vulpes. vulpine. vulpus. vuvu. whisp. willow. winter. wyn. yako. yap. yappy. yara. yip. yippers. zephyr. zinn. zorro.

PRONOUNS︰ae/aem. artic/artic. bark/bark. berry/berry. bite/bite. blanc/blanc. burrow/burrow. can/canid. can/canine. canid/canid. canidae/canidae. caninae/caninae. canine/canine. chase/chase. chew/chew. chomp/chomp. claw/claw. climb/climb. den/den. dig/dig. fa/fang. fang/fang. fast/fast. fennec/fennec. fi/fer. floof/floof. fluff/fluff. fluff/fluffer. fo/fox. forest/forest. fox/fox. frost/frost. fu/fur. fur/fur. fwu/fwu. gnaw/gnaw. gray/gray. growl/grow. growl/growl. grr/grr. hide/hide. hide/hider. howl/howl. hun/hunt. hunt/hunt. hunt/hunter. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ice/ice. jump/jump. ki/kit. kit/kit. leap/leap. mischief/mischief. ni/nip. nib/nib. nibble/nibble. noir/noir. nom/nom. nussle/nussle. orange/orange. pa/paw. pad/pad. paw/pad. paw/paw. pawpad/pawpad. pelt/pelt. pounce/pounce. prowl/prowl. puff/puff. pup/pup. purr/purr. quick/quick. rabbit/rabbit. red/red. scream/scream. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/swift. silver/silver. sly/fox. sly/sly. snea/sneak. sneak/sneak. sneak/sneaky. sneaky/sneaky. sno/snow. snout/snout. snow/snow. soft/soft. spirit/spirit. swift/swift. ta/tay. tail/tail. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tri/tric. trick/trick. trot/trot. twitch/twitch. vix/vix. vix/vixen. vu/vulpi. vulp/vulp. vulp/vulpine. vulpine/vulpine. wag/wag. whine/whine. whisk/whisker. white/white. wi/wild. wild/wild. winter/winter. woof/woof. yap/yap. yelp/yelp. yip/yap. yip/yip. yop/yop. zoom/zoomie. ⛰️. 🌲. 🌿. 🍁. 🍂. 🐾. 🥩. 🦊. 🦴. 🧡.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

For @elmonstro . Inspiration hit after our convo about potential Witcher Yule traditions and went in a weird direction 😂.

Aiden and Lambert are both oblivious, pining idiots and the other Kaer Morhen residents have had enough.

Implied, non graphic smut under the cut:

"It's mistletoe." Lambert stated like he was talking to a small child when he caught Aiden staring at it yet again with a slightly perplexed look on his face. The other Witcher elbowed him in the ribs as he rolled his eyes.

"I know what it is, Wolf. What I'm wondering is why you've just got random spriggs of it hanging over various thresholds this year."

"Jaskier's idea, probably." Lambert shrugged

"That still doesn't really tell me why." Aiden prompted when Lambert refused to elaborate. The Wolf could feel himself growing flustered. Explaining would lead his mind down a path he'd been trying to steer clear of for years.

"Yule tradition." Eskel piped up and thank the gods! Lambert wanted to hug his brother in that moment, "You're supposed to stay trapped under it until somebody kisses you." He continued, not looking up from his book...Lambert was going to reorganise everything in his brother's room, "And you were right, Lambert. Jaskier thought it would be fun."

"Of course he fucking would." Lambert grumbled under his breath. This was going to be a long and torturous winter.

It started out well enough. Aiden had discovered that Jaskier - typically - was happy with any form of physical affection bestowed on him, Eskel was happy to exchange friendly pecks on the cheek (as was Geralt, surprisingly), Vesemir's facial expression alone had warned everyone present that if they tried to kiss him, there'd be consequences, a brief hug however, was acceptable. It was the same with Yennefer, although it was becoming more of a thing to kiss her hand after Jaskier had done it as a joke and hadn't been blasted through the wall for his trouble and all of this was done with a smile and a laugh. Apart from when it came to Lambert.

No matter where or when, as soon as those two found themselves trying to pass through the same doorway it was like watching a couple of adolescents, the both of them turning into stuttering messes both reeking of anxiety as they brushed barely there kisses to each others cheeks before dashing off in opposite directions like their backsides were on fire. It would have been funny if it wasn't so painful to watch.

"Idiots. They are both idiots." Yennefer stated after having just watched Lambert staring longingly after Aiden when he left to help Vesemir bring some things up from the cellar, with Aiden doing likewise when Lambert left to see to a couple of things in his lab.

"Love truly is fucking blind." Jaskier groused from his perch in Geralt's lap, "I was sure the mistletoe would give them that teeny tiny push, you know?"

Yennefer patted his knee consolingly, "Oh it still will, little bard."

Eskel peered up at her suspiciously from where he'd had his head buried in his arms in despair at the situation, "What are you planning, Yenn?"

The witch said nothing as she took a dainty sip of wine.

"Aiden? Yennefer said you needed help with something."

"Awfully nice, considering I think it's Yennefer who's responsible."

Lambert looked down at Aiden, who was sat cross-legged on the floor just inside the doorway to the room he used whenever he accompanied Lambert in the winter, elbow resting on his knee as he propped his chin on his hand, "....I'm failing to see the problem."

Aiden got to his feet, pointed to draw Lambert's attention to the all too familiar plant above his head and made to take a step forward. Magic shimmered as it blocked him before his foot had even hit the ground, the same thing happening when he tried to take a step back further into the room, "Looks like she decided to take the trapped part of this literally."

Lambert groaned internally, "What about Jaskier, or Eskel? Can't they-"

"Offended." Aiden snorted, "And no, they all tried and no change. There's only you left."

"Offended."

"Well, maybe I've been saving the best for last. Now get over here and help your best friend."

All of Aiden's bravado vanished when Lambert moved into his space, close enough to feel his body heat, smell the slight nerves - but not close enough to touch, with Lambert's gaze settling on Aiden's ear.

"So should I, uhm -" he stuttered,

"Same as always?" Aiden asked, voice sounding only slightly steadier than Lambert's.

They both hastily brushed lips against offered cheeks - the quicker this was done, the quicker they could forget about it. Aiden once again tried to take a step into his room while Lambert made to back out into the corridor.

"Are you kidding me!?" Aiden bit out alongside Lambert's growl of "Yennefer!" as both of them were stopped in their tracks.

"Fucking great. Now what?" Lambert asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Maybe we did it too quickly?" Aiden suggested.

Lambert nodded in agreement, that seemed a perfectly logical explanation. They repeated the kiss, lingering this time, neither of them mentioning the spike in the scents of anxiety and the slightly quickened breathing of the other. Still nothing.

"Well, I'm out of ideas." Lambert leaned against the doorframe

"...I don't think I am."

"Hmm?"

Lambert wrinkled his nose at the nervousness now coming off Aiden in waves, the Cat looking more scared than Lambert had ever seen him.

"Aiden, are you-"

"Shut up. Just...please don't hate me for this."

Before Lambert could say anything else a hesitant kiss was pressed to his lips, his body stiffening on reflex.

Aiden pulled away as soon as he felt the other sieze up, "I'm sorry. I thought that maybe if...I don't actually know what I thought."

Lambert grasped Aiden's chin and repeated the same chaste kiss, only lingering a couple of seconds before pulling away and finally looking Aiden in the eye.

They collided with one another, Aiden's hands fisting in the front of Lambert's shirt while Lambert yanked him in with a hand on the back of his neck, both opening up to one another at the first hint of probing tongue. Lambert's hands travelled down, down, down to press lightly on the back of Aiden's thighs, the Cat getting the hint immediately and giving a little hop so he could wrap his legs around Lambert's waist. The Wolf moaned as Aiden's skillful fingers started making a mess of his hair as he rolled his hips while Lambert shamelessly groped Aiden's ass as he supported his weight.

It wasn't until Lambert's knees hit the bed he realised that they were now fully inside Aiden's room - quickly followed as he lowered them both onto the mattress by the realisation that they should probably close the door. He gave a deep chuckle as he felt Aiden pause in his efforts to apparently just rip Lambert's shirt clean off him and make a quick motion behind his head, closely followed by the sound of a door slamming.

"Hey." Lambert said softly. Aiden cracked an eye open to peer at him from where he'd been dozing in the strip of sunlight that fell oh so conveniently across Lambert's chest "What did you mean earlier before you - when you asked me not to hate you?"

"I thought that would have been obvious." Aiden sighed, propping himself up, "You always smelled like you were about two seconds away from bolting whenever we got caught under that fucking plant. I thought the idea of doing anything like that with me made you uncomfortable, so I kept quiet."

"Like you didn't smell exactly the same." Lambert rebuffed, tweaking Aiden's nose, "I never said anything because I thought it made you uncomfortable, otherwise I would have dragged you to bed years ago."

Aiden grinned, sliding up Lambert's body so they were face to face, hovering over him "Yeah?"

Lambert nodded, running his hands over the others ribs, "Oh yeah. There'd be no doubts about whether you were mine or not. They'd smell me all over you."

"Oh, so I'm yours now am I?" Aiden purred

"As much as I'm yours?"

Aiden gave him a couple of quick pecks, "I like the sound of that."

Without warning, he rolled off Lambert and leaned over the side of the bed, digging through his clothes before holding the sprigg of mistletoe triumphantly - he must have grabbed it off the doorframe when Lambert was distracted - before proudly placing it on the headboard.

"You're fucking ridiculous." Lambert laughed as he moved to get up and get something so they could clean themselves up. He was stopped by Aiden grabbing onto his arm.

"Ah ah ah, we're under the mistletoe. You know the rule."

Lambert made a show of rolling his eyes before leaning in and very quickly deciding that getting clean could wait.

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

For the wip ask game: please, i’d love to hear about Farewell to the Fairgrounds!

AAAAHHHH!!! okay so if you've read this fic of mine it's basically the sequel to that. Farmboy Lambert and Carney Aiden on a road trip trying to find their place in the world. It's 50% teenage burnouts being gross and in love and 50% hard drug use and violence and bad because neither of them have touched emotional stability in their lives and the world isn't kind to teenage runaways. (it does have a happy ending though).

It's almost publishable but I got side tracked and now I'm working on this big bang project and idk when it'll get done but it'll get done (maybe this ask is the kick in the pants I need to actually finish and post it)

Excerpt below the cut of the nice half -- but still TW for drug use mention and drinking.

They drive. That’s all they really set out to do. 

Lambert thinks they’re heading westward, vaguely, towards the sea but he doesn’t really care. All he cares about are Aiden’s long legs propped up on the dash, the sun-freckled lounge of him in the passenger seat, his stupid heart-shaped sunglasses and the way he holds the joint to Lamberts lips across the center console. The miles lope by; fields and fields of green-growing nothingness. Every now and then they pass a tumbledown farmhouse or a road sign and they both exclaim like they’ve never seen anything so wonderful and then laugh at the stupidity of it and at how they’re alike in their stupidity. 

“What if we never stop?” Aiden asks. He’s driving now, long hands drumming restlessly against the steering wheel, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth that keeps going out. Lambert, in the passenger seat, is dozing, drunk, drinking beer after beer and throwing the empty cans out the window to mark the miles, watching the odometer turn over and turn over and turn over and… 

“I don’t want to” Lambert says and he truly doesn’t. He wants to see the whole world with Aiden by his side. He wants to see how far their love can get them before they run it into the ground (he thinks they could go a really long way, forever, even). 

The sun is setting before them like a gigantic orange eye lidded with purple clouds; it feels like they could simply drive away into it, the flat sameness of the fields around them a runway, a red carpet towards their future.

“I love you” Lambert says because it feels good to say it. 

Aiden’s responding smile is like the sun cresting over the peaks of the mountains in the winter - all glitter. 

[dasmondkuss]

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a bit different than our usual book rec posts, but we thought we'd share our fave reads of the year with you :)

we held a vote and here are our winners - the books that we enjoyed reading the most in 2021, consider all of them recs for the friend recommendation prompt of the Winter Reading Challenge ❆

These are not in a strict order of how many of us deemed the book a fave, but in general, the higher up on the list, the more people (re)read it in 2021 :)

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston - standalone novel - contemporary lgbtq+ romance - enemies to lovers, humorous banter galore

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir - 1st in the Locked Tomb series (the rest is just as amazing) - a never before seen fantasy-sci-fi-horror fusion - brilliant atmospheric writing, enemies to something else

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo - duology - ya adventure fantasy - high-stakes heist with amazing whiplash-worthy plot twists

All for the Game by Nora Sakavic - trilogy, check trigger warnings! - contemporary new adult fiction - college sports? mafia? found family? aftg has it all

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller - standalone novel - historical lgbtq+ fantasy - friends to lovers against a backdrop of mythology, The Illiad retelling but make it gayer

(the rest under the cut, we aren't dash-clogging monsters)

The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune - standalone novel - contemporary urban fantasy - magical found family, literally a warm hug and a cup of your fave hot beverage in book form

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone - standalone novella - sci-fi lgbtq+ romance - time travelling agents of the opposing sides of a war, exchanging letters with a healthy dose of taunting-turned-teasing, all weaved together with captivating prose

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater - series - ya urban fantasy - gorgeous prose and loveable characters on an all-encompassing quest where, maybe, the real triumph was the friends u made along the way (don't ask us to explain the plot, please)

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas - standalone novel - ya romance with paranormal elements - an ownvoices story of self-discovery, growth, and young love, all doused with Latinx folklore

The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer - standalone novel - ya lgbtq+ science fiction - a fight for survival, wrapped in mystery, a true sci-fi delight

The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon - a series to go insane with (in the best way) - ya distopian fantasy - queers with forbidden clairvoyant powers start a revolution that isn't fixed by one heroic act and needs a heist or two

The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake - 1st in a series - adult urban fantasy - a science-based magical system, a deadly competition, intrigue, and insane (in a good way!) characterization

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell - 1st in a series - ya fantasy - lgbtq+ wizards, chosen one, enemies to lovers, and they were roomates

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke - standalone novel - fantasy / magical realism - a magical atmosphere filled with mystery, follow the story through the wholesome main character's journal entries

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara - standalone novel, please check trigger warnings! - lgbtq+ contemporary fiction - want to be destroyed by a book? a little life is the one for you! (seriously, this deals with very heavy topics, proceed with caution)

We hope you had a good reading year, take care and we'll see you in the next one with fresh book recs!

[witcher-trash]

Witcher Fic Recs 19

A Friendly Game of Gwent (coën/gaetan, explicit, complete, 4k) What was supposed to be a friendly game of strip Gwent quickly turns heated when Gaetan wins his second round and earns Coën's shirt on the floor. It's hard not to stare and even harder not to touch.

A Light No More (Warritt-centric, explicit, complete, 2k) Sometimes contracts go wrong, especially if you're a young, cocky witcher. There's always a cost, but for Warritt, the price was higher than expected.

An Open Door - The Other Side (eskel/lambert, explicit, complete, 5k) After preparing an herbal tea designed to nearly paralyze the user, Geralt asks Eskel to test it. It works swimmingly, so Geralt takes it to Jaskier's open door. Lambert stays with Eskel and works him through the night.

as the world comes to an end (coën-centric, teen, complete, 2k) There’s a wet, squelching sound behind him, and Coën ducks on instinct, rolls, scrambles back to his feet and dashes off at a right angle. He can hear wood splinter, close enough that the shavings rain down on his head, and he lengthens his stride to put more distance between himself and the low, guttural moan that he can almost feel at the back of his neck. Fuck. That was too close.

Beekeeper AUs - series (yennefer/jaskier, geralt/jaskier, aiden/lambert, eskel/letho, teen, 14k) several fics about different ships - and with bees!

Delayed (eskel, lambert, explicit, complete, 9k) When a liberating change of scenery at Eskel's fingertips is ripped away, Lambert steps in with comfort and a few ideas for how to make the winter palatable.

Free Bird (geralt/yennefer, teen, complete, 2k) Lambert's first visit to Geralt in Toussaint was heralded by angry screeching.

How Far We've Come (jaskier/lambert, mature, wip, 7k) Jaskier takes a summer job working on a farm to escape the disapproval of his father. He's struggling to fit in with the other young people looking to party and has resigned himself to a long, boring few months stacking rhubarb. He expects to go crawling home with his tail between his legs come autumn, but a chance meeting with another migrant worker changes all that.

If Tomorrow Comes (eskel & lambert, gen, complete, 3k) The Trial of the Grasses looms, and the knowledge of what's likely to come plagues both Geralt and Eskel's minds. They try to find some small comforts in each other, trying to decide on things to do should they both survive. If they both survive.

Of rookie mistakes and broken ribs (eskel/lambert, teen, complete, 4k) “Come on, we’re almost there. See? That’s the entrance. Just -- hold on, all right?” Lambert nods with a small huff. Bad idea: huffing sends a jolt of searing pain through his already hurting chest, knocking his breath off and making him see stars for a while. “‘M not dying, Eskel”, he objects, though gasping for air. Eskel shoots him a disapproving glance and shakes his head, probably amazed about how reckless he is, although being long past the appropriate age for such bullshit like activating a goddamn explosive trap while trying to scratch some silver from a rock. Now Lambert would like to chuckle again, but he’s afraid his knees will buckle for the pain if he just tried. “Shut up, please, before I finish the job instead of taking care of your sorry ass.”

Silver Moon Sparkling (arnaghad/erland, gen, complete, 2k) soft Arnaghad/Erland

Soft the Stars (aiden/lambert, explicit, complete, 2k) Lambert visits a certain cave outside Posada on two separate Saovine nights, each quite different from the other. He finds a bit of comfort in both.

The Comfort of a Bear (eskel/geralt, explicit, complete, 9k) Last week, I met a Bear... Witcher, Geralt wrote, adding the last word after a moment's pause. It wasn't an inaccurate description, but neither was the first. Eskel was a Bear in every sense of the word, but oh, he was so much more.

The Eighth Knightly Virtue (coën/lambert, explicit, complete, 6k) Lambert hadn’t known a lot of people like Coën. The Continent was a torid place full of people with dual purpose and multiple faces, and Lambert had grown up learning to navigate it well enough to protect his own interests; the trick was to always expect the double cross. No one could be trusted to mean what they said and there was always an ulterior motive. Even the most kindly face would screw you over at the first available opportunity, which is why Lambert had spent his first few years of knowing Coën waiting for the other boot to drop. Or: Lambert falls in love with Coën very fucking slowly, and then shakily confesses after getting railed (and then we see Coën's point of view too).

The Give Away (iorveth/roche, explicit, wip, 35k) Fifteen years after their conflict in Flotsam, Iorveth and Vernon Roche have crossed paths once more. It's not a happy union. Roche has a few new truths that Iorveth would've preferred he'd kept buried, and Iorveth has a ring on his finger that Roche would rather not think too hard about. Yet more worrisome still, they really need to find a way home. (And they've gotta do it before October 20th, but that's none of Roche's business.)

The Viscount de Fucking Lettenhove (geralt & jaskier, explicit, wip, 22k, non-con: please read all the tags!) Something (or someone) has killed the Viscount de Lettenhove and is picking off his heirs. Convinced to intervene by a cryptic message, Jaskier takes Geralt back to his childhood home. Now they have to untangle an ancient prophesy, forbidden magic, secrets and sibling rivalries to solve the murders before it's Jaskier's turn on the chopping block.

When Bear Stepped Clear of Bear (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 26k) The nameless things Geralt wants and needs don’t have much of a place in his life until Jaskier shows up.

Wir 💛 Lebensmittel (geralt/jaskier, gen, complete, 1k, this fic is in German and I love it very much!) Geralt will eigentlich nur seine Pfandflaschen zurückbringen. Wer hätte denn ahnen können, dass ausgerechnet der Edekamitarbeiter, der sich um den kaputten Pfandflaschenautomaten kümmert, so verdammt attraktiv ist?

You Make Me Shiver, I Feel So Tender (aiden/lambert, teen, complete, 5k) Every day Aiden spent with Lambert, he was handed a single page drawing of foliage.

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I Will Bring You Ruin Masterpost (Prince!Jaskier x Gladiator/Bedwarmer Geralt AU)

Posada Remix (WIP) Explicit. (Geraskier) Book!Geralt falls through a portal in Netflix land and meets Jaskier in Posada. Spoiler alert: he loves him. 

Keep Me Forever (WIP) Explicit. (Jaskier/Eskel -> poly witchers) Eskel has fallen hard for a sex worker named Dandelion. He brings his new love to Kaer Morhen for the winter.  Will Dandelion be able to thaw the frosty reception he receives from Geralt and Lambert? Spoiler alert: you’d better believe he can.

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Refuge in Lettenhove. (Geraskier, explicit, 65,556 words) It takes losing Jaskier for Geralt to understand that he loves him, but he thinks he has little hope of making amends. He has lost track of Jaskier and is on the run, protecting Ciri from Nilfgaard. Exhausted, afraid, and wounded, they seek refuge in the court of an unknown noble/resistance leader. When this leader turns out to be Julian Alfred Pankratz, Geralt thinks that maybe there is such a thing as second chances. However, his Lordship is acting as though he’s never seen Geralt before in his life.

Roses are Red (Geraskier, Rated Teen. 1,759) Soft drunk Geralt makes first love confession. He also composes a terrible poem for a very confused Jaskier. In Vino Veritas.

Offerings (Geraskier, Rated Teen. 2683) Secondary Title: Was Anybody Going to Tell Me That Geralt was Courting Me? Or Was I Just Supposed to Find it Out From This Random Herbalist Myself? Geralt has been gifting Jaskier with random bits of herbs and twigs. He isn't going to question it. In fact, he starts hoarding them, as embarrassing as that is. Then one day, he visits an herbalists and finds out that these herbs mean a whole lot more than he realized.

Two Drops of Water (Geralt/Eskel, Explicit, 3,536) Eskel has injured himself, and Geralt must help him undress. It brings up memories of their first kiss, and they learn a few new things about each other.

Cherries (Jaskier/Eskel, Rated Teen, 4495) Modern AU with magic. The witchers own a dive diner as a front. Despite their best efforts at making it inhospitable, a young socialite named Jaskier is obsessed with the place. (Probably bc Eskel keeps sneaking him extra cherries on his waffles)

I Lied (Geraskier, Explicit. 4,854) Geralt learns that Jaskier sleeps with men. Oddly enough he gets angry. Jaskier thinks Geralt is judging him. But maybe the issue is something else entirely. Hmmm I wonder what it could be? This is just funny miscommunication, different love languages, moronsexuals, then smut.

The Song of Geralt (Geraskier, Explicit, 5,012 words) The vibe in this fic is inspired by The Song of Achilles, so it is written in the first person. I know. Just try it I promise. Geralt has taken potions to suppress his sex drive since he was a child. (In this AU, they require witchers to do this.) However, one night, he gets the wrong potion and is suddenly, desperately, painfully aroused for the first time in his life. Jaskier can help with that. This one is yearning and soft and if I did my job well, achingly tender.

Marbles (Geraskier, Explicit, 5608 words) Geralt is hexed with a curse that takes his memories. One day, he runs into someone that he suspects is very important to him.

It's Hard to Be The Bard (Eskel x Jaskier, Teen and up, 7203 words) Fame is complicated in a world with soulmate marks. Some of Jaskier's more aggressive fans have found ways to exploit his soulmate marks to get a piece of him. Eskel walks into a tavern one night, and Jaskier mistakes him for one of them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33844378/chapters/84143392

I Know The Kindest Thing (Lambert x Jaskier x Geralt x Eskel, Mature, 8,112 words) Vampire AU. Lambert lures a human back to the mansion he shares with Geralt and Eskel. But it turns out that the human bard he brings back is too ill and scrawny to feed from. They decide to 'rescue' him instead. Sexy shenanigans and found family ensues.

Paying Attention (Geraskier, Explicit. 10,887) This is a sweet friends to lovers. Jaskier is feral and loving. He gives Geralt a tender, sexy, first experience bottoming.

It’s a Trap (Geraskier, Rated Teen, 11,092) Jaskier is a professor at Oxenfurt and enjoys a reputation as the continent’s foremost expert on witchers. Geralt believes he is being plagued by a curse, and asks for his help. When Jaskier visits the grumpy witcher's home and meets his daughter Ciri, the pieces fall together. He is instantly charmed by the devoted father, and resolves to court him.

Uncommon. (Jaskier/Eskel, Explicit, 11,185) When Eskel meets Dandelion, the gorgeous sex worker willing to service him, it seems too good to be true. Dandelion does have a secret, but it’s not what Eskel thinks. There is the inappropriate use of axii, but think of it as a trust exercise. Consent is explicit and enthusiastic.

Eskel is Magic. (Jaskier/Eskel, Explicit, 11,218) Jaskier’s assignment on his first day as a scribe is to copy the anti-witcher hate tract Monstrum. He’s never met a witcher, but the words bother him. Just before the pamphlets are to be distributed, he comes upon a witcher with a goat, who needs his help. As you might imagine, this changes everything.

The Real Me (Jaskier/Eskel, Explicit, 41,420) This work is a continuation of Uncommon. Eskel returns to the brothel to accompany Dandelion on a visit to Kaer Morhen. But it's a long road ahead, and Eskel has only seen Dandelion at his best. Dandelion worries that if Eskel sees the feral petty little shit he is inside, the witcher won't feel the same. Will their infatuation grow into love? Or will it sputter out before Dandelion can darken the door of the old keep?

You Have Until Midnight (Jaskier/Eskel, Explicit, 62,970) Cinderella- esque fairytale AU. Jaskier works in the Kaer Morhen stables and pines for Eskel. There is a masquerade approaching where Eskel will choose a spouse. Jaskier knows he cannot attend as a guest and would never be accepted as an appropriate match for the witcher. But then he is faced with an unexpected opportunity. One lovely night. One dance. That’s not too much to ask, right?

The RockRose and the Thistle (Geraskier, Explicit, 60,722) After the mountain, Geralt finds Jaskier to apologize.  But an apology isn’t going to be enough. Geralt is going to have to be open and honest about what he feels. 

As he’s figuring out how to do that, he takes a job to kill a bruxa. What he doesn’t know is that it’s a trap. He’s fallen into the clutches of a king who wants to kill him to harvest witcher parts.  Jaskier learns of the deception and has to race against time to save the man he loves.

[jaskiersvalley]

💐🌷🌹🌺 SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 💐🌷🌹🌺 your ideas are simply amazing and you are very kind

I love scrolling through my askbox and finding these from you! The game shall most definitely keep going, I’ll be appearing in people’s inboxes with these as a shy anon. In the meantime, have a little ficlet of thanks for thinking of me with these games.

When Lambert showed up for winter with Aiden, the teasing was non-stop. Their very own baby wolf was a cradle snatcher. Given that Lambert was around 70 and Aiden was 40, it was only fair game to troll them about it. They couldn’t call each other brother if they didn’t.

Naturally Eskel got the same treatment when he was telling them about the rather happy year he had on the Path, accompanied by a dashing ex-general on the run from Nilfgaard. Given that Eskel was well on his way to 100 while his “friend” was somewhere in his 30s, it was open season on the jokes. They didn’t relent when, the following year, Eskel actually brought Cahir with him. Even worse, Cahir joined in with the teasing, immediately making friends with Eskel’s brothers.

Lastly, Geralt slinked home, hoping to quietly smuggle Jaskier in. Not that Jaskier ever went anywhere quietly or discretely. He announced his own arrival with jovial songs and enthusiastic greetings. The joking started almost instantly because Jaskier looked younger than Cahir, thus Geralt was the greatest cradle snatcher of them all. To make it all the more boggling, Jaskier looked a little flustered before laughing and nodding along.

“It’s true, our age gap does put yours all to shame.”

At least Geralt looked as mortified as Eskel and Lambert had been when they were the focus of such brotherly love. There was also another weird joke that Jaskier seemed intent on indulging in.

“Oh. My. God.” Aiden was staring at the tower of fire Eskel was sending towards the sky with an igni. Of course he was showing off but, if someone hadn’t seen it before, they were suitably blown away.

“Yes my child?” Jaskier asked, blinking wide eyed at Aiden. His joke drew a giggle and Aiden wondered off shaking his head.

It wasn’t even a joke that the others indulged in. But when Lambert was in the kitchen, swearing at the pan he’d burned something in, Jaskier didn’t miss a beat.

“God damn this piece of shit!” Lambert hollered, the pan almost taking a flight across the room.

“It has been damned,” Jaskier announced calmly. While it wasn’t especially funny, it did break Lambert’s rage.

The next day the pan was found on the stove, cracked in two and destined to be melted down.

Life went on, the teasing died down a little. At least, until Lambert made yet another jab.

“Can you two even dance together? I suspect you’re from two different eras.”

“I don’t know,” Jaskier gave Geralt a contemplative look. “I’ve been trying to keep up with modern trends. Let’s see.”

Getting up, he offered Geralt a hand and led them through a few of the more common dances. By the end, Jaskier looked a little out of breath but was beaming.

“I think I did pretty well, no?”

A polite but confused silence reigned. Lambert had been prepared to tease Geralt about dancing like an old man. Instead, he had Jaskier looking rather proud of himself for doing an older court dance.

“Jaskier-” Lambert asked hesitantly, eyes flicking to Aiden for backup, “-how old are you?”

“How long ago was the Conjunction?” Lambert coughed as he almost choked on his own spit but Jaskier seemed undeterred. “I think about 100ish years after that? It’s a bit hazy as the years blend into each other. You know how it is.”

The witchers stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. Even Vesemir had stilled to stare, knitting needles frozen mid-purl. Not understanding the issue, Jaskier fidgeted.

“I know you’ve been teasing up about the age gap but I promise I’ve only got Geralt’s best interest at heart.”

“My god.” Geralt looked on wide eyed.

“Yes? Though I told you you don’t have to call me that.”

That was how the witchers found out that yes, Geralt and Jaskier did have the largest age gap of them all. But it wsa Jaskier who was snatching Geralt.

[thesleepy1]

Masterlist

The Witcher

Yennefer x Reader 

To Kill A Man With My Love For You-Yennefer Of Vengerberg x Reader

Lambert x Reader

Swords, Rags, And Boats-Lambert x Reader

Fire Breathing Cat-Lambert x Reader

Hellebore-Lambert x Reader

Among The Garden-Dad!Lambert x Mom!Reader

Thank You For Making Him Smile-Lambert x Reader

Your Ass-Lambert x Reader

Hitched And Running-Lambert x Reader

Happy Baby, Happy Papa-Dad!Lambert x Pregnant!Reader

Dinner With Lambchop And A Drunkard-Lambert x Reader

Eskel x Reader

Roasting Rabbit-Eskel x Reader

Death’s Imminent Door-Eskel x Reader

Would Flour Get You Hot And Bothered?-Eskel x Reader

Short And True-Eskel x Reader

Witcher’s Hold-Eskel x Reader

The Fighter And The Bard In Training-Dad!Eskel x Mom!Reader

Uncle Lambert’s Being A Fucking Prick-Eskel x Pregnant!Reader

Monsters and Muslin-Eskel x Reader 

Held Tightly, The Fire Burns-Eskel x Reader

Bun(s) In The Oven-Eskel x Reader

Geralt x Reader

Anything For You-Geralt x Reader

It’s Raining Witchers-Geralt x Reader

Geralt x Jaskier

The Bard And His Children-Geralt x Jaskier

Break My Heart, Why Don't You?-Geralt x Jaskier

Eskel x Lambert

I Love You More: A Love Letter-Eskel x Lambert

Elegant Elegant Eskel-Eskel x Lambert

The Picture of Lambert the Witcher-Eskel x Lambert

Eskel x Lambert x Reader

Stay For Breakfast-Eskel x Lambert x Reader

Lambert x Aiden x Reader 

Kitten Kisses-Lambert x Aiden x Reader

No Pairing 

Flapjacks ‘n Pancakes-Geralt, Ciri, Yennefer, and Triss

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, You Need A Haircut-Geralt, Ciri, Yennefer, and Keira

The Witcher Series 

Everyone Loves

Everyone Loves The Bard-Eskel x Reader Part 1

Everyone Loves The Witchers-Eskel x Reader Part 2

Your Witcher Loves You-Eskel x Reader Part 3

Papa Witchers And Their Babies

Papa Witcher And His Witcherling-Dad!Lambert x Pregnant!Reader Part 1

Papa Eskel And His Litter-Dad!Eskel x Pregnant!Reader Part 2

On A Summer’s Morn

Born On A Summer’s Morn-Dad!Eskel x Parent!Reader

Loved On A Summer’s Morn-Dad!Eskel x Parent!Reader

One Djinn

One Djinn Wish-Eskel x Mother!Reader

One Djinn’s Answer-Father!Eskel x Mother!Reader

Original Work/OCs

A Scholar and Her Captain-OC x OC-Raven Kamru x Etrid Gidrol

Santa Hat-OC x OC-Raven Kamru x Etrid Gidrol

Spearmint Tea With A Teaspoon Of Milk And A Dash Of Honey-No Pairing

Supernatural 

Jack Kline x Reader

Andromeda-Jack Kline x Reader

Written Before I Knew-Jack Kline x Reader

Ophiuchus-Jack Kline x Reader

Dean Winchester x Castiel 

Locked Doors-Castiel x Dean Winchester 

Apple Pie And Nurse Cas-Castiel x Dean Winchester

Captain America Movies 

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Nine Brushstrokes Of Red Under The Blue Moon-The Winter Solider x Reader

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Yes, Sir-Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers 

Its The Charm-Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers 

BBC Sherlock

John Watson x Sherlock Holmes

A Morning Finding You-John Watson x Sherlock Holmes 

The Game Has Ended-John Watson x Sherlock Holmes 

Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Plants For Company-Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty 

You C-Could’ve Just Tole Me Y-You Didn’t Want Me-Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty 

Tigers Die, Men Cry-Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty 

Bundle Of Joy-Past Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty 

Your Lips On The Horizon-Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty

The Virgin And The Sniper-Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty

Did You Miss Me?-Sebastian Moran x Ghost!Jim Moriarty

The Sniffling Tiger-Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty

Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes

Let The Sniper Sleep-Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes

BBC Sherlock Series 

A Series Of Conversations

A Sleeping Sniper At Your Doorstep-Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes Part 1 

A Sniper’s Day Out-Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes Part 2

A Sniper’s Punishments Part 1-Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes Part 3

A Sniper’s Punishments Part 2 Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes Part 3

Friday The 13th

Just A Morning-Jason Voorhees x Reader

Teen Wolf

Stiles’ Werewolf-Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Swimming Lessons-Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Major Character Death-Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski 

Sweet Syrup, Coiling Black Tea, Vanilla, and Something Entirely Stiles-Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Deer For My Dear-Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski 

Nesting Dolls-Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski 

Teen Wolf Series 

Promises 

Dad’s Pinkie Promise-Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski 

Papa’s Promise-Derek Hales x Stiles Stilinski 

I Missed You. (I’ll Make It Up To You)

Should’ve Bought Him Flowers-Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

I’ve Missed That Too-Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

BBC Merlin 

A Servant Resting On His King’s Legs-Merlin x Arthur

My King Shall Have Everything-Merlin x Arthur

All Skin And Bones And Soot-Merlin x Arthur

Comfortable Against The Great Oak-Merlin x Arthur

A Date In The Marketplace-Merlin x Arthur

Morning Kisses-Merlin x Arthur

BBC Merlin Series 

Merlin’s Eyes On Me 

Rain’s Quite A Lovely Thing-Merlin x Arthur Part 1

All In Endearment, Dear-Merin x Arthur Part 2

The Two Kings Of Camelot-Merlin x Arthur Part 3

Call Of Duty 

He’s A Cuddler-Simon “Ghost” Riley x Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Good, Honest Soap-Simon “Ghost” Riley x Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

I'll Wait For The Picket White Fence- Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Harry Potter

Tell Me What The Night Smells Like-Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Kuroko's Basketball

Hot Springs and Cold Drinks-Kagami Taiga x Kuroko Tetsuya

[pillage-and-lute]

I have a prompt request if you’re feeling up to it. Next weekend is my birthday so could I possibly get some lambert x Aiden fluff pretty please 🥺. Your writing is always amazing and I love seeing you pop up on my dash 💖.

Hi Anon! Happy Birthday!

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“Darling, you’re just staring at that page,” Aiden said. “Your eyes aren’t even moving, what’s up?”

“Dim light, read it out to me,” Lambert grunted, pushing the beastiary page at Aiden. His boyfriend had found it in the Kaer Morhen library and wanted his opinion but...

“Puppy,” Aiden said, his special pet name for Lambert that he always growled at (but secretly loved) “Lamb, can you read?”

“Can read fine,” Lambert grunted, getting up from the bench and sitting on the rug in front of the fire. Aiden followed him, stretching out languidly and draping himself into his wolf’s lap like, well, like a cat.

“Lamb, it’s okay that you can’t read,” Aiden said softly.

“Can read, most things. Village postings. That’s...” Lambert trailed off. “’s got all long words and I don’t-- I never learned--”

Aiden curled up from Lambert’s lap and kissed him, petting a hand back through his hair. 

“I would love you if you could read a menu in thirty languages, and I’d love you if you couldn’t read a single word, puppy. You must know that.”

“I do,” Lambert said, burying his face in Aiden’s neck. “But I want to be great, you make me want to be perfect.”

“If I wanted perfect I’d go fuck a statue.”

They sat curled up by the fire, Lambert looking into the flames while Aiden rested his head in his lap. He scratched behind his boyfriend’s ears like he truly was a cat and chuckled when he heard the rumbling purr begin.

“Do you want me to teach you to read this winter?” Aiden asked, nuzzling back into Lambert’s hand.

“...that would be nice.” 

“You’re an idiot and a cocksucker,” Aiden said fondly. “Not because of that.”

“No,” Lambert replied, digging his cold fingers under Aiden’s shirt to make his boyfriend yelp. “I know I’m not a cocksucker because I can’t read. I’m a cocksucker because...” he leaned down to whisper into Aiden’s ear. The cat witcher threw his head back and laughed. 

“Later, perhaps,” he said. Then he kissed Lambert, sitting up in his lap and facing him.

“I adore you.” A kiss.

“Stoppit,” Lambert said.

“I love you,” another kiss.

“Aiden,” Lambert was basically whining.

“You’re beautiful,” Aiden said, kissing one cheek. “And brave,” the other cheek.

“I’ll throw you out into the snow,” Lambert warned. 

“You won’t,” Aiden said, peppering kisses across Lambert’s hooked nose. “You love me.” A kiss to Lambert’s forehead, right between his furrowed brows.

“I do,” Lambert whispered and he kissed Aiden squarely on the lips. “You complete and utter git.” He took his turn placing more kisses on Aiden’s face. 

“You sod,” he said, with a kiss on the chin. “You bellend.”

“You love my bellend.”

“Mmh I do,” Lambert said. “You knob,” a kiss. “You bastard,” another. “Son of a whore and a drowner,” that earned him a chuckle from Aiden and he bestowed in return a long, sweet kiss. 

It turned dirty though, it always did. Still. The love was pure, even if they were far from it.

[aftqrglow]

ALRIGHT some book recs coming up, straight from my shelves to yours <3

first of all, i've never read anything bad by holly bourne or sophie kinsella ever. they're mostly quick and fun reads, though holly bourne's books usually center around more serious issues, too.

cemetery boys by aiden thomas. lgbt+ urban fantasy set around el día de muertos, need i say more?

howl's moving castle by diana wynne jones. i've been told this is somewhat different from the ghibli movie, but i didn't grow up with it and so i don't actually know. i went into this without knowing anything but the main characters' names and absolutely loved it.

the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society by mary ann shaffer and annie barrows. one of my all time faves, an epistolary novel set after ww2 in which a bunch of people really love books and it's also sad and beautiful. the movie's great, too!

the school for good and evil by soman chainani. this is a series that they're making into a netflix show next year and kit young will be in it and it's gonna be great. set in a fairy tale universe, two young girls are sent to the titulary school to be main fairy tale characters, essentially. this has some of the most buckwild plot twists i've ever read, and i'm not even joking.

beach read by emily henry. a romance novel between two writers who make a bet to write their next novel in the other one's preferred genre. i'm going to put an 18+ warning on that one though since i don't actually know how old you are and this does get spicy!

wicked by gregory maguire. yes there's a musical. (i had to) this is a retelling of the wonderful wizard of oz, but make it darker and add a dash of political commentary.

invisible women by caroline criado pérez. if you wanna get upset about the patriarchal society we all live in, this is the book for you.

ninth house by leigh bardugo. i know you're familiar with the grishaverse, but i also really liked her other fantasy novel! it's considerably darker, but it has those gritty urban fantasy dark academia vibes that i think are very seasonal.

written in the stars by alexandria bellefleur. i'm currently reading this and i'm all kinds of in love with it. it's got lesbian fake dating, the characters are named after pride and prejudice characters, and there are lots of astrology references. it's glorious.

i also said i wouldn't start reading the marvel comics, but they literally had a falcon and the winter soldier collection at my library sooo if you wanna see alpine and read some very out of context comic excerpts i can highly recommend. i'm very confused and entertained 😂 hope this helps x

YOU ANGEL THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! i'm adding all of these to my list rn

also i just ordered ninth house, how did you like it? i read kinda mixed reviews so i really dont know what to expect?

[dapandapod]

Four years

(Now on Ao3)

Hmm. Geralt bringing someone with him to Kaer Morhen is kinda viewed in the fandom as bringing home your girlfriend/boyfriend right?

And he is feeling that, very much thank you?

Before bringing the bard (which is very much showing a potential girlfriend/boyfriend to the family right) he gotta work up a nerve?

So every now and then he brings someone else? That’s not the bard?

Practicing to ask, right?

Practicing to share his space?

Practicing to handle the family?

Now, all Jaskier knows is that Geralt never asked him. And kept bringing others there. Hurtful, right?

But then he finally asks???? And Geralt is just nerves and super tense and, to be honest, Jaskier is not taking it well. In ten years he is the fourth to be invited.

Him?!? The best friend?!? Fourth?!

Of course he goe, but Geralt didn’t really understand the reaction? Like, it’s not the happy squeak Jaskier usually would give whenever Geralt relents? And the trek up is really rough and Jaskier understands why he didn’t ask before but. Fourth?!? For the best friend?!?

And when he gets to meet the family it’s all a super anticlimax, he already knows Lambert and Aiden. Eskel and Vesemir is fine company and Jaskier spends most of the winter sulking as he learns what previous winters with guests are like.

And finally, when spring is closing in he relents. Geralt has been looking like a kicked puppy for months. He still doesn’t understand why, actually neither of them understands the other's reaction.

~

The next winter, Geralt invites him again.

Jaskier lifts his eyebrows to this, but accepts. Why not? They were good company and honestly much less work than Oxenfurt or at court.

Lambert is smirking when he realizes Jaskier is back and punches Geralt's shoulder. Geralt is blushing and gruffing and telling Lambert to shut up. This year has a much friendlier feeling to it, but all of Geralt's brothers are smirking every time they see them together and Jaskier doesn’t understand why.

~

Then Geralt asks Jaskier to join him a third time. A third winter together.

This is when Jaskier is starting to feel really good about it. From what he learned of Lambert (the traitor, as Geralt calls him) Geralt never asked anyone twice.

This is also a year when Kaer Morhen actually is rather crowded. Triss and Yen also join them, together with a friend of Vesemir from the Bear school. Aiden is still there, and he brought another cat Witcher with him. Bedrooms are quickly disappearing and as they have done before, Geralt and Jaskier get to share a room.

Only, they never shared such a small room for so long before?

So one month in, they fight. And Jaskier rooms with Eskel instead.

And Geralt is desperately lonely, even though he may never admit it. It takes Eskel yelling at him and Aiden to drink him under the table to finally admit it to himself.

He knows why he invited Jaskier. He knows, and still pretends that he doesn’t.

Finally it’s the Bear Witcher who makes Geralt snap. Another night, another drinking session. Triss and Yen are sitting in a corner, smirking and enjoying themselves at Geralt's misery.

The bear witcher is not-so-very-subtly subtly hitting in on Jaskier. And Jaskier glares at Geralt (neither of them really have figured out why) and flirts back.

The Bear witcher's hand is on Jaskiers thigh, and Lambert can swear on his life that he hears the snap.

Geralt stands up, furious, and pulls Jaskier up from the couch and drags him out of the room.

They have another spectacular fight.

“Why does it matter to you Geralt?! He is not even from this school!”

“Because I miss you!!”

A beat of silence, and they never speak of it again. But Jaskier moves back in Geralt's room.

Eskel says nothing the next morning when Jaskier comes for the few things he brought. Eskel never commented on why Jaskier still left most of his things in Geralt's room. They both know why anyway.

There is a certain freedom in the middle of the night. A friend at your back and the darkness to mask your vulnerability. Eskel knows.

~

Things are different now. A new kind of tense. The bear Witcher is awkwardly apologizing, scratching his neck and giving them both a disarming smile. He didn’t know, he says.

Geralt and Jaskier say nothing, because they can’t. The other is standing just there, and to talk about it is just not their thing.

They don’t talk about how their backs touch as they sleep. How it crackles under the skin when their fingers accidentally touch while handing over a plate, a book, anything.

They never mention the first time they wake up, Jaskier pressed against Geralt's back.

The others are finding this increasingly funny and annoying and most of all awkward. Frankly, it’s hard to be around the two of them. The Bear Witcher is once again our catalyst.

~

Spring comes and both our boys are cowards. Triss and Yen leave. Then Eskel. Both cat Witchers get called away. Geralt has decided that he wants the road down the mountain to be easier before they go down. Lambert stays because he is a little shit.

The Bear Witcher is about to leave, they have gathered to say goodbye by the gate. Lambert and the Bear (Geralt refuse to learn his name) are talking and then the burly man gives a roaring laugh, throwing his head back.

And when he bids them farewell he picks Jaskier up. Just like that. Gives his bum a squeeze and kiss him, a big fucking smooch right on the mouth. And puts him down.

And then pats Geralt a shoulder and calls him an idiot.

Lambert is roaring with laughter when the Bear man gets back to him and Geralt is prepared to fight them. He clenches his fists and feels that hot jealousy going nowhere. It’s so time to talk about it.

However, we know them both to be fools.

So they. Don’t. Talk about it.

They actually avoid each other. Why? Who the fuck knows? (Vesemir knows, he has lived far too long for this). And at the earliest opportunity given, Vesemir it’s them out. He keeps Lambert for another few days, because that is drama he will not deal with. Not on his mountain.

You should know alcohol is the solution. Very much so. As Jaskier and Geralt part ways under the weirdest of terms, and with nothing but a hangover to show for it, there are stiff words.

Take care. Be safe. See you soon.

The fourth winter Geralt comes alone.

~

There is a Noble. Of course there is a Nobel. Jaskier caught their eye at a summer festival and they offered him obscene money for him to stay with them at their winter residence. And you do not deny a noble without seeing your head on a spike. So he accepts and promises to join them by the first snow.

But Jaskier is miserable. He acts as he usually does, all dashing colors and flourishing movements all autumn.

And he starts thinking. And writing, as is his outlet. And when they reunite, before Geralt can ask him, he tells him that he found winter lodgings this year.

And his heart fractures in his chest at Geralt's expression.

It takes them a week. It’s a starlit night, chilly but not cold. They sit by a crackling fire, close together for warmth.

And Geralt can’t stand it anymore.

He says nothing, doesn’t look up, just slips his hand into Jaskiers. Slender, slightly cold fingers between his own rough ones.

Jaskier smiles and looks at Geralt in the light of the fire. How things have changed, but also not.

They sit there like that for a while. And then Jaskier leans against Geralt's arm, laying his head on his shoulder. Geralt's other arm wrapping around his back. They need nothing else.

And when it’s time to sleep they push their bedrolls together. They face each other, and again, Geralt can’t stand it. He pulls the bard against his chest, tucking his head under his chin.

They fall asleep like that.

And in the morning they find their legs are tangled together. They share their first kiss, morning breath and all.

So yes, Geralt spends the fourth winter without his bard. But no winter there after.

[bamf-jaskier]

I agree that there's no much love for POC unfortunately I'm the fandom and one exemple that is striking to me is how Coën was in fanfics at first and is slowly completely disappearing since they casted Yasen Atour. He's arguably more in the books than Eskel and Lambert and canonically has a close friendship with all of them (arguably pretty shippable with Lambert too). I'm a huge Geraskier and Eskel fan so I reblog a lot of that (which probably makes me part of the problem of lack of variety in the fandom) but I hardly ever see Yen or Triss on my dash and when I do or when I go like for them, lots of gifsets or drawings are pretty whitewashed :(

I’m really glad that you brought this up. I will preface this by saying I don’t consume a lot of the “Kaer Morhen Crew” type content. However, I’ve noticed that Coën has practically been written out of the “Kaer Morhen Crew”. And like you said Coën is a part of that group. He spends his winters there, and he even helped train Ciri in sword fighting. (and gives her piggybacks around the hall!!).

And it’s not just a fandom preference of wanting to only use wolf witchers because I know Aiden is immensely popular. And we don’t even meet him! He’s just offhandedly mentioned in a line or two. and unlike Aiden, we know a bit about Coën like his history, parts of his personality, his core values, etc. So it’s not as if he’s an impossible character to work with.

I will say I empathize with the Yen and Triss struggles. I was trying to find fanart of Dara the other day and there’s practically none out there! I’m actually considering trying to draw some myself even though I would hardly consider myself an artist.

It’s like there’s this big gap in the fandom where characters of color should be and once you notice that empty space you can’t help but just...stare at it.

I’m not a POC so I don’t want to be leading any movement here but I do want to as always encourage people to boost poc creators in the fandom and also inspire folks to use characters of color in your fanworks!

[mordoriscalling]

Secret pt. 3, 6/6

(1/6) (2/6) (3/6) (4/6) (5/6)

5 times Geralt and Jaskier use the “secret” language and get away with it, and 1 time someone understands them

This time, it’s silly again :D

+1

Jaskier is thirty-nine when he winters at Kaer Morhen for the first time. He turned bitter five years ago and it’s been two years since Geralt’s made life sweet again. Unrest starts growing on the Continent, the Northern Kingdoms turning their gazes southwards to Niflgaard with varying degrees of anxiety, but Jaskier and Geralt haven’t talked about it yet. They have discussed Destiny and abandoned child surprises before but without urgency. That will come, rather soon. Just not yet.

For now, they enjoy the peace while it lasts.

Showing him Kaer Morhen is the ultimate act of trust, he knows. After Jaskier and Geralt leave the witcher keep come spring, Yennefer or Triss will meet them immediately to wipe out all the memories Jaskier has of how to get there, and even of Kaer Morhen’s surroundings. He understands that completely and feels as protective of the place as the witchers themselves but sincerely hopes that it will be Triss who gets to nose about in his mind. He’s not ready to meet Yennefer after their last adventure. Bargaining with water nymphs was a ride.

Ever since Geralt and Jaskier made friends with the purple-eyes sorceress in Rinde, Yennefer has been a whirlwind appearing in their lives at the most unexpected times. She shows up to ask for a favour, which usually involves getting some rare magical ingredient that she needs for whatever it is that mages work on. At this point, there’s a litany of mutual favours that she shares with Geralt. Jaskier started writing a ridiculous ballad in his head to keep track of who owes what to whom.

In short, Yennefer means magical shenanigans (plus convincing her to talk a bit more about that elixir of eternal youth which she mentioned in passing once, just so casually right before portalling away) and Jaskier is not ready.

It better be Triss.

At least there’re many moments from the inside Kaer Morhen that he’ll be allowed to keep and treasure. Like now. he’s in the stables and stands at the entrance of Roach’s stall and watches Geralt tend to his horse. The witcher talks to the mare quietly, not acknowledging Jaskier’s presence. The bard knows he’s smiling like a fool but there’s nothing he can do about it, not when the affection he holds for the man in front of him nearly makes his chest burst.

Jaskier thinks to himself that this Roach deserves an award for putting up with their bullshit for the past two decades.

When Geralt is done with taking care of her, he finally pays attention to Jaskier. The witcher walks up to him, the sheer size of him making Jaskier feel as if Geralt was towering over him even though their height difference is negligible. There’s a little, precious smile on Geralt’s face and when his eyes meet Jaskier’s, his gaze is almost scorching.

The searing heat would be unbearable but Jaskier knows what it means, and it’s lifting. He’s a bit giddy, close to floating in the air. If he was a songbird, he would take to the skies and fly towards the Sun, to Geralt’s warmth, until his wings give out. He would sing for the Sun until he had no voice left in him. He will. Geralt is such a good man, for all his flaws, his dangerous appearance and abilities, and Jaskier will never be done talking about it.

“Mój słodki, łagodny wilk.” My sweet, gentle wolf, he says quietly, unable to keep the adoration from his voice.

Geralt grunts but doesn’t really protest the endearment, a shy quirk on his lips. Jaskier giggles and pecks him on the cheek. The witcher let out a low, pleased rumble, and the bard just has to kiss him again–

A howl of laughter snaps them back to reality.

Lambert chortles from the entrance to the stables. Eskel stands there too but he, at least, laughs with much less malice.

“Geralt, słodki, łagodny wilk, o kurwa!” Geralt, a sweet, gentle wolf, oh fuck! Lambert wheezes out.

The red-haired witcher keeps cackling, looking like a nastily delighted child, and Geralt appears ready to kill him in an instant. Jaskier runs out of patience to put up with the ridicule soon after him.

“Aiden też cię pewnie tak nazywa.” I bet Aiden calls you that too, the bard replies, annoyed.

Three witcher voices collectively screech, “Co?!” What?!

Jaskier doesn’t even know if it’s true. The only thing he’s sure of, which he deducted from his continuing correspondence with the Cat and the Wolf, is that the two aren’t pining for each other like they used to.

Geralt’s and Lambert’s expressions switch – now it’s the former’s turn to be gleeful, while the latter looks murderous. Eskel remains immensely amused, with an added dash of shell-shocked.

“Lambert!” Eskel chokes out, “Ty i Aiden?!” You and Aiden?!

A fight of witcher proportions ensues. There’re shouted accusations, threats, name-calling and wrestling as Lambert tries to both dodge his brother’s questions (and fists) and throttle Jaskier. Geralt and Eskel don’t allow either to happen.

Jaskier only observes the chaos unfold without an ounce of guilt. After all, a mess like this is bound to happen when one secret too much comes to light.

***

A/N: Thank you for reading! If you’d like to revisit the 5+1 part as a whole, you can do it on AO3. I hope you liked it! :D 

[cuculine-nelipot]

guess he needs you

The Vesemir Probelm, or so he had been calling it since last winter, was still playing on Aiden’s mind when summer greens began their turn to autumn ambers, reds, and browns. He brought it  up constantly, and always, it seemed to Lambert, at the most inopportune moments; like while they were the were battling a wyvern, or Lambert was losing at gwent, (or when Aiden was balls deep in Lambert after having won,) or now; when Lambert’s head rested on Aiden’s lap, the Cat carding through his soft, freshly washed hair, silk-like inky black rivers running between his fingers.

“Just tell me ,” he demanded — whined — yet again, and Lambert growled, as he always did, frustrated at having his dream-haze so cruelly dissipated. He didn’t have to ask; why doesn’t he like me? what can I do?  

“Fuck, Aiden . Can you just drop it?” It was Lambert’s own fault, really, for telling him that Vesemir wasn’t usually so… distant, during winter. Not like he had to say anything for Aiden to know. The Cat had caught him staring forlornly after the old Wolf more than once as he left them — after dinner, after training, when they entered the baths. Bear Wolf and Wolf Wolf didn’t seem so put out by it, but Baby Wolf, well… He looked downright blue.

“Just give me something — anything .” Lambert glared up at him. “Please Baby Wolf?” he pleaded, letting his eyes go puppy wide, his pupils dilated to big, round saucers; Aiden was a quick study, apparently.

Lambert clenched and unclenched his jaw repeatedly, eyes fixed on the bare torso in front of him  as the flash of some personal battle raged in his mind. Another time, he would have appreciated the musculature of his Cat’s body, his skin not hairless, but smoother than his own, and softer now than it was last year thanks to the beeswax soap he’d insisted on appropriating from Kaer Morhen’s supply. Lambert wanted to sink his teeth into it, so did. Hard. Aiden yowled and, more than a little smug, he lapped his tongue over the mark he’d made. “He likes white port and ice wine,” He finally offers. “Doesn’t get much of it these days.”

Right. Wine. So it wasn’t exactly the sort of information he was after, but it was a lot more than he’d gotten so far. “We could go to Toussaint. Pick some up.”

“We won’t make it back in time if we go that far south now. Besides, you really want to lug bottles of wine all the way from fucking Toussaint to the Blue Mountains?”

Aiden gently pushed Lambert’s head back to lay on his thigh, resuming his petting absentmindedly as he considered. “I know someone in the area who owes me a favour. We can portal back.” Back — because that’s what it was now, wasn’t it? A going back, a return.

“Fucking mages…” Lambert grumbled, further protestation dissolving on his tongue as Aiden scratched the base of his hairline, ripples of pleasure cresting in his skull.

.o.O.o.

Ultimately the draw of prolonged warmth and good booze proved too strong, and they did make their way to Toussaint. As luck would have it, almost as soon as they hit wine-country, they stumbled across a vintner in the midst of a sort of war with the proprietor of the vineyard next to his. Truly, a lighthearted affair, he promised, but witchers would be so much more adept at enacting the next stage of his battle plan.

Thievery. Is what it was. Specific vintages that his rival held dear to his heart. “I’m not going to do anything untoward with them,” he — Bolius— insisted with an absent wave of his hand. “I just want to see his embarrassment when he goes to show them off at his next party and finds them missing.”

So that’s how they ended up in the cellars of Corvo Bianco. Witcher’s, you see, traditionally don’t get involved in matters of politic, so to even out the playing field they thought it best to relieve Bolius of a few of his own bottles. Never mind that they were some of Vesemir’s favourites. That was pure coincidence. Luck. Destiny.

And, as Destiny would have it, Destiny was right where Aiden said she would be. In her not exactly little cottage at the top of a wooded hill. “Destiny,” he crowed, giving the brunette a kiss on the cheek.

“Long time no see Kitty Cat.” She smiled at him warmly, but there was, perhaps, a glint of fire in her eyes. Much too heated for Lambert’s liking. Transferring all his packs to one arm, the bottles clinking, he threw the other one around Aiden’s neck.

“Going to introduce us?” he asked in his most sultry croon. Aiden smirked.

“Destiny this is Ba-haa-Lambert. This is Lambert. Lambert this is Destiny, an old friend of mine,” he said with a wink in her direction.  

“How old’s old?” Lambert asked, eyeing her derisively.

“I was never at Stygga, if that’s what has you looking like there’s a slug in your mouth. I saved his life, his first year on the Path. Got conked on the head by an ogre.”

A shockingly familiar story. He raised an eyebrow at Aiden, who only shrugged in response; life’s funny that way. “Why’d he say you owe him then?”

“Ah, well you see darling,” Aiden expounded, “a long time ago Destiny had an evil cat —“

“Jad is not—”

“ Evil, vile little shit, who nearly took my eye out.”

“What?” Lambert sputtered, “you got that scar from a cat ?” he asked incredulously, gesturing to the rather roguish dash across Aiden’s left eye.

“A demon cat,” he corrected.

“Oh, you kept the damn eye didn’t you?” Destiny rolled her eyes.

It was too soon for them to go back to Kaer Morhen — show up this early and Vesemir would send them right back down for supplies — so they stayed a couple weeks, Destiny proving to be a more generous host than Lambert would have ever expected. They soaked up the Toussainti sun, enjoying the last good weather they’d get for months. Aiden insisted on visiting the markets, and strolling through the vineyards. Kept going on about how nice it would be to retire there some day, like that’s a thing witchers did. But he looked so cute when he talked about  it — his cheeks flushed a deep, cherry blossom pink, the edges of his old Toussainti purr creeping back into his voice. So Lambert just smiled, and nodded, and held Aiden’s hand as he let himself be dragged around.

By the time they portaled home, Lambert almost half believed in Aiden’s fantasies.

reblogged with the link to the rest

[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.”