#pairing: lambert/keira

[ao3feed-witcher-podfic]

by Chantress

Keira likes to see Lambert feel pretty.

Words: 27, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Keira Metz, Lambert (The Witcher)

Relationships: Lambert/Keira Metz

Additional Tags: Breast Fucking, Genderqueer Character, everyone is genderqueer, Strap-Ons, maybe a hint of, Mommy Kink, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3

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[ghostlylicious]

i luv how i've mostly drawn ship witcher fanart and then there's just lambert. just lambert being lambert

[veralevina15]

Какие песни русскоязычной эстрады у тебя ассоциируется с Радовид/Адда, Геральт/Йеннифер или Геральт/Трисс, Ламбер/Кейра, Роше/Цири, Ольгерд/Ирис?

Так, посмотрим...Не обещаю, что все эти песни будут относиться к жанру эстрады, но в��т она моя подборка русскоязычных песен под эти пейринги!

Радовид /Адда (РадоАдда)

В хронологическом порядке от знакомства до супружества :)

АИГЕЛ - Чудовище;

Валерий Меладзе - Разведи огонь;

АукцЫон - Огонь;

Линда - Мало огня; Старость - Мы уничтожим всех;

Мельница feat. Э. Шклярский - Радость моя;

Мельница - Апельсиновая баллада (О Петре и Тавифе).

И несколько грустных треков к квесту "Дела государственной важности" - в том случае, если Радовид погибает.

7. Башня Rowan - Август;

8. Елена Фролова - Я искала тебя во сне ( на стихи Анны Барковой);

9. Green Apelsin - Жду тебя (эта песня в деталях текста прямо-таки по лору)

Геральт / Йен

Мельница - Об устройстве небесного свода;

MATANYA - Заворожу;

Немного Нервно - С тобой ничего не случится.

Геральт / Трисс

АлоэВера - Несуразная;

Анна Пингина - Мой.

Ламберт / Кейра

Иван Карпов - Вместе навсегда;

The Retuses - Заметался пожар голубой ( на стихи Сергея Есенина);

Паперный Т. А. М. - Любимая.

Роше / Цири

Green Apelsin - Северный ветер;

Электрофорез - Русская принцесса.

Ирис / Ольгерд

Монгол Шуудан - Любовь разбойника;

Созвездие Отрезок - Гость;

Осенние деньки (муз. Е. Дога, сл. М. Матусовский из фильма "Одиноким предоставляется общежитие" );

АлоэВера - Это так важно сейчас ( на стихи Лидии Червинской).

[brighteyedjill]

🥤 📚 🏜️ 🐝 🧩 for the ask game!! <3<3

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Here's a few amazing fics in some different fandoms:

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Edgin/Xenk: To the Ends of the Earth by @moorishflower. An AU in which Xenk comes to recruit Ed while he's in Revel's End, there's a lot of irritation, and then they discover maybe they both misjudged the other. Xenk's internal monologue is so good.

The Witcher, Aiden/Lambert, Keira/Lambert, and Aiden/Lambert/Keira: Even if you don't know anything about Keira, or don't usually read about her, the Trust series by @bomberqueen17 is a treasure. It's got nonbinary Lambert, Aiden captured by an evil sorceress, cute domesticity, and heart-wrenching misunderstandings. You can start with Very Dark Magic if you're mostly here for the Laiden of it all, but I bet you'll want to go back and read what's been going on with Lambert and Keira.

Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows, Jesper/Wylan: My Little Pony: BDSM is Magic by @sparrowmoth. I'm not saying this just because they sent this ask! If you haven't really thought pretending to be a horse could be hot, prepare to have something awakened. Also, it's tremendously sweet and the characterization is spot-on.

MCU, Bucky/Steve: Lead Me Not into Penn Station by @kaasknot has an excellent title. It's a delicious little one shot set in pre-war Brooklyn about Bucky taking Steve to the baths for a good old-fashioned gang bang.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

A list of things I wanted to google when I had cell reception back. 😂 I cannot function without immediate access to all knowledge!

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

All comments are cherished. One kind I really enjoy is the live slug reaction kind where people write down reactions as they go, sometimes pulling out quotes from the text that really strike them. Like, "Oh noooo that is so like them!" or "This line hits hard." Another type of comment I really enjoy is the woeful sort, usually in response to an angsty fic, i.e. "I am in a puddle on the floor of my bedroom now my heart will never be the same, brb my feelings are slowly draining into the void."

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@bittylildragon is a tremendous beta and cheerleader (and writer and artist). The amount of helpful insight and criticism they have provided over the years I've known them is.... massive.

@contemplativepancakes is such a stellar commenter. I think she's commented on, like, every Witcher fic I've ever written? I always smile when I get an AO3 notification about one of her comments.

@ainawgsd is another power commenter. I always enjoy seeing their icon (is it a German Shepherd?) in the comments section.

@kuwdora is the patron saint of obscure pairings. They are always right there with incandescent joy and thoughtful comments when I post a fic for a little pool noodle of a ship.

@rubynye is a delight who is always a bright spot in my inbox. Also, there is no squee like a rubynye squee.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

No paragraph breaks. I am sorry, my eyes no work like that!

From the Writers' Truth of Dare Ask Game. Send me an ask!

[anonymousblueberry]

Another @cake-shop-rarepair-bingo drabble!

Rating: E

Pairing: Eskel/Lambert/Keira

Prompt: double penetration (2 holes)

Kiera hushes him, rubs her hand along his back as she bottoms out, the leather of her harness a contrast to her skin against his ass.

In front of him, Eskel is holding perfectly still, apart from the minute tremors in his thighs that tell how tightly wound he is.

But neither will move until Lambert says so, and right now he's revelling in the cool weight of Keira's toy filling him, and the solid heat of Eskel's cock in his mouth. 

Those two points are the only things keeping him grounded.

A deep breath, a nod, and he's flying.

[tkwritesdumbassassins]

TAGGED Get to Know Me

I was tagged by @forceofcalm ! Thank you!!

three ships: Shakarian (Shepard/Garrus Vakarian)  Arguably one of my favorite romances ever in a franchise. Sassy battle couple my beloved. I actually read many fanfictions of these two before playing ME1 and was sooo disappointed when it didn't work out that way. Probably biggest inspiration for Trico ngl

Yengalt (Yennefer/Geralt) and on extension: Lambert/Keira.

Okay okay Witcher came out of the woodwork for me. I knew very little about the lore when I first saw it mentioned between the Outside Xbox channel and the series on Netflix, And YET!! After playing Witcher 3 and deep diving into the sheer amount of lore, cemented these pairings in my head. Both Witchers deserve happy endings with their sorcereresses, okay. Especially grumpy ass Lambert. God this boy needs help

Kassandra/Brasidias

*silently screaming because I AM STILL SO MAD*

first ship: See im not 100% sure on this. I've had many in my young age before knowing what shipping was! If I TRULY had to guess, probably something in Transformers. Or Harry Potter. (Harry/Hermoine)

last song: It Wasn’t Me by Shaggy. It's uh... it's a running joke at work.

last film: The Bob Burgers Movie! As a fan of the show, I thought this was really cute

currently reading: nothing really in particular. A lot of Renaissance History books and miscellaneous Assassin's Creed stuff. But have been rereading my own stuff for research and inspiration!

currently consuming: water!  It's been a rough couple of days and I low key need to hydrate more.

currently craving: Trolli Eggs. No they're not good for me. No I don't care. Also side-eyeing another Witcher 3 Campaign because FML

[ladydeadrabbit]

Payback [Keira Metz/Lambert]

In a fit of anger, Keira picked up the glass perfume bottle and chucked it against the wall. The glass, as expected, shattered into a million pieces on impact. However, this did no good in quenching the rage deep inside her.

It was Lambert, again. The ass of a Witcher never ceased to somehow get under the sorceress’ skin.

Geralt had warned her about him, and oh how she wished she’d heeded such a warning. Ever since coming to Kaer Morhen, the black-haired witcher seemed to have it out for the sorceress.

Keira clenched her teeth and balled up her fists before reaching out to grab something else off her nightstand. But before she could make a victim out of the hairbrush- a firm hand gripped her forearm as a pair of lips came to mutter in her ear.

“Y’know, you could do some serious damage with that grip of yours… I wonder what else you could do with those hands;” Lambert, the cause of Keira’s frustration as of late, muttered in her ear. The stubble on his chin stretched against the shell of her ear. His warm breath fanned out against her neck as his calloused fingers came down to stroke her dress-clad thigh.

‘By the gods! I can smell the cheap ale on his breath,’ Keira inwardly groaned.

Turning her green gaze on the man behind her, Keira saw the smug grin on Lambert’s ugly mug. She controlled herself enough to not roll her eyes and to instead mimic his lustful expression. Lambert took the bait, of course, and he closed his yellow eyes and leaned forward.

Abruptly, Keira pulled back and slapped him before uttering a spell and sending the young witcher flying out of her bed chamber.

“That'll teach ya,” Keira laughed as she slammed her door closed.

[eomereadig]

Tag Directory: The Witcher 3

Characters:

Geralt of Rivia | Yennefer of Vengerberg | Ciri | Triss Merigold | Lambert | Aiden | Vesemir | Emiel Regis | Keira Metz | Gaetan

Pairings:

Lambden

Media:

Fanart | Fanfic

[rxwords]

@cimetier​​ sent a missive : ❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜ from keira to eskel

❛ meme ⋆ keira  status ┆ accepting ! 

&. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

       WORDS USUALLY BRACKETED BY ‘no offence’ were certain to hold offence , but years upon the path where politeness or courtesies were seldom extended to witchers & having been warned away from disillusionment by vesemir during the years spent in training had eskel unphased by such verbiage. as well he was under no false impressions nor held any egotistical delusions of his appearance , although he severely doubted his facial scars had been what the sorceress had been referring to. 

       JUST AS HE HELD no misconception about his mien on an everyday occurrence , he was acutely aware of how he must look in this very moment. 

       NOT WHEN HE HAD caught the glimpse of the expression from a young woman who had spied him as she went to close her shutters after he had dropped the trophy from a leshen at the alderman’s place, nor the startled & cautiousness that had came off a pair of brothers with their father when they had came up from the riverbank from securing their boat. the skittish way they had walked by him , the furthest distance they could place between themselves & him on the muddy trail this small town called a road. the long stares, holding trepidation & the unsubtle reek of fear beneath the initial shock that had widened their eyes & dropped their jaws. 

       EVER WARY WERE TOWNSFOLK at the sight of witchers, if not outrightly mistrustful or hateful. even when there is not a speck of blood nor trails of sinew about their clothes , swords sheathed & no further desire than to just find a spot to eat & rest in a proper bed for a night , even or when , as in this moment , said witcher is plainly hindered by injury. still , quickly had each pair of eyes skirted away from him , whether he had caught their gaze with his own or not. 

       PERHAPS IF HAD BEEN a welling of shame born from their choice not to offer aid, but not so that it pricked their conscience enough to change. all he had crossed had hurried on about with their tasks. willfully ignoring his presence as he passed them by. not that he truly wished for aid nor even sympathy , this was the way of it when it came to other reacting to his kind. it was expected more so than it was not , & there was a comfort in that familiarity. they weren't hostile thus he counted that a kindness in & of itself. 

       && TO GIVE SOME CREDIT to their behaviour , he knew he looked a frightfully more inhuman than usual. despite being unable to see it for himself, he could feel the effects of too many potions flowing through his system. his skin was undoubtedly pale beyond measure, discoloured with dark veins & purple , bruise-like marks to compliment the dark contrast of his eyes that had yet to fade completely , seeming to cast them in an ethereal shadow. 

       ADD TO THE FACT HIS posture was hunched a slight & his gait was a tad lumbering , taken up to cover a heavy limp along with easing the strain of standing fully upright would place on his ribs & there muscles along his torso , he truly wasn't helping his appearance of something but some feral & dangerous. regardless of feeling like even lifting one of his swords from its sheath would be a feat at presence. 

       THUS IN SPITE OF such things & unexpectedness of the other’s arrival , he couldn't help the slight upturn to his lips at her words. his mind , addled by numerous potions & blood loss , thinking that lambert would likely quip back with ‘you should see the creature i took down. left it's head still dripping blood on the alderman’s desk’ with a smirk to rival any state of his person. instead eskel dispelled with the mirth that had sprung forth at that fleeting thought , to offer her a greeting smile , uncaring how it twisted the scars along his face & may have only added to his ghoulish appearance , & replied , unboastfully.

                                        〈 〈  ✶  〉 〉

                                       ❝ Would you believe me if I said I’ve had worse ?                         It may look bad , but it's nothing that won't fade & heal. ❞

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

The Witcher willed himself out of bed the next morning to head down to the main hall, gather his breakfast and make for the dining table and take his seat at it, digging into his meal, alternating between it and drinking his ale, though barely tasting either. He felt Lambert and Keira's stares, heard their snickers and little comments to one another and ignored them. As a Witcher he was quite adept at ignoring such things from others wherever he traveled, mockery, but this time it was different. A matter that confused him, personal and complicated alike, and in his own house, not out on the Path. The raven haired Sorceress, her past with his brother, the strange retraction of the distance that had long existed between Eskel and her... and the events of the other night. The quite unexpected way they were drawing closer to one another... when wisdom and experience told him Sorceresses were dangerous and to be avoided at the very least. His scars itched uncomfortably, but he ignored them, bracing himself for her inevitable arrival. When she did, continuing to ignore Lambert and Keira, his viper eyes looked up from his meal briefly to her and he nodded, before digging back into his meal, deep, calm voice returning to Yennefer tersely.

"Good morning yourself. Have a seat and dish up. Plenty to be had."

Eskel spoke back to her evenly, digging into his breakfast some more, attempting to savor it, working to be distracted by it and not the cloud of the other night hanging over the main hall and table. Ignoring the further snickers and murmurs to each other from the pair down the table when she moved to his side of the table, took her seat and reached down and took his drink, sipping from it as if it were her own. Between the all too familiar gesture she had done to Geralt often in the past, and her subsequent complaints for the morning, nobody having awoken her even though she made it clear often she didn't like being disturbed, well, it seemed the Sorceress was back to normal, that morning, as if nothing had happened the prior night. He wasn't sure entirely if it was genuine, or just an act, pretending things and her were back to normal, for the sake of the others visiting Kaer Morhen now watching them closely. The rapid beating of her heart thanks to his enhanced hearing betrayed her mask and intent. For his part, either way, he went along with it, speaking back to her languidly, answering such haughty complaints with what he would have said to her even if last night hadn't happened.

"Way it's always been up here. Just be glad this ain't Haern Caduch, the School of the Bear. Keep was so frozen and barren the Bears didn't bother defending the place when the hordes of villagers came to oust them from the Amell Mountains. And time passes more slowly at Kaer Morhen, never been much of a hurry up here. Different sort of school from your fancy Aretuza and Ban Ard. You're awake now, so nothing to complain about."

@okruchlodu

continued from here

Furiously walking off and down the dark, emptied hallways, needing to put as much distance between her and everything that had just transpired, Yennefer tore open the door to the chambers that she had come to call hers over the years, then furiously banged it shut behind her. Frantic, erratic breaths were parting her lips as she pressed her back to the door, eyes falling shut as she desperately tried to regain her self-composure. It was difficult to process the sheer magnitude of everything this night had granted upon her— seeing him again, safe and alive, the heat of her fury, her anger, her hopeless, desolate longing; the kiss. She gasped, eyes flying open. Truthfully, she was only just coming down from running on naught more but pure adrenaline and shock.  Everything began to hit her at once, and the tightness in her chest felt like the weight of it all was pressing down upon her, choking the very breath from her lungs.  

Screaming in anger, a breathless, furious sound, she palmed at her head as she pushed herself off the door, pacing up and down the length of the room. Waves of desperate, frantic energy were spilling off of her very core, choking the air around her, suffocating, as reality violently sank in. Screaming furiously, the sorceress felt herself, half in a daze, tremble, felt her hands ache, and with an abrupt pang of anger swelling in her chest, she swept everything set upon her vanity off it and onto the floor in a frenzy, a bottle of her perfume breaking into a million pieces at her feet. The mirror of her vanity cracked in half with a thunderous snap from the force of her emotions that thrummed in the air all around her, snapping her out of the fog of her fury.

Her mind was afire, a blur of nonsensical, frenzied thoughts, of fear and regret; of the feral, wild desire that burned in her veins, rendering her completely powerless.

Bracing her hands against the table set before her now broken mirror, she took deep, slow breaths, trying to muster her self-control. She refused to yield to her emotions as though she was naught more than some weakling, prey to her every whim and feeling. She had nothing to answer for; her explosive anger, her cold, dark fury, her furious want for him; it was all hers and hers alone to command to her liking. She had nothing to regret, not one thing to apologize for — lest of all, to someone as insignificant to her as Lambert. He knew nothing of what this meant to her: to see Eskel again, after such long a time without a word... To know he is alive; safe. To know that the child, too, is safely hidden away where the Association could not touch her... It meant more to her that anyone could ever understand. No. She could not regret a thing.

Exhaling sharply, she moved to the window, feeling her hands nervously tremble as she reached for the obsidian star hung about her slim throat, breathing a little less frantically now as she slowly strained to recover herself. She would not leave this room tonight; she couldn't. The very thought of seeing Lambert and the pathetic little witch ever hanging off his arm like some trophy, gawking at her and Eskel, as though they were a spectacle for their entertainment and vile gossip that was sure to follow, made her stomach turn and twist. She loathed the very idea of it.

It was a flood of emotions then as the hour grew later and later, and she was left in the desolate darkness, furiously blazing and battling herself, sat wide awake in her bed, flickering on and off, on and off, like a fire that never quite went out despite of the harsh winds blowing all around it. Now, she took to pacing, as though trapped in the confines of her own desire, her own feelings that she could never wholly escape, then to lying upon the furs draped over her bed, breathlessly staring at the ceiling, every last ounce of her body ignited and heatedly awake. She half expected him to come to her, but in a feverish moment of something achingly intense she could not quite put a name to, she locked her door, fearing what would happen if he came anywhere near her at her present state. She tossed and turned in her bed, burned and burned and burned with wordless longing; she was a flame, flickering: she flared up, was consumed, left her ashes behind her and when the morning came, she knew not how she had survived it, but she had. There was nothing more pathetic than a sorceress succumbing to frail, volatile emotion, she kept reminding herself, over and over again all through the night.

Yennefer took her time leaving her quarters; by the time she had emerged, swathed in her sable, black cloak and with her sharp lips excessively, perfectly accentuated with dark red lipstick so that she might mask the weariness tugging at her edges, the sun was already flaming low upon the sky.

She flowed into the common area with an air of sharp, cold detachment wreathed about her shapely shoulders like a shawl, her cold, dispassionate eyes draping their violet gaze over the room as she came to sit somewhere near Eskel. Lambert and his little witch, too, were there, of course, and she could not help to note the meaningful look that swiftly stole over his face as she strolled over with all the aloofness and powerful poise of a sorceress sure of herself. Yennefer wanted to scoff, but she did not, paying little mind to either of them. She readily returned his mocking stares, deep-red lips curling into a sneer of pure contempt as their gazes met over the table.

She came to take her place near where her witcher sat, a perfectly pleasant, if a tad cold, smile splaying over her lips as though last night's kiss was some distant, far off memory. As though her heart was not already racing inside of her breast. She defiantly ignored it, tossing masses of rippling, shining curls off her shoulders. ❝ good morning.❞ Yennefer offered curtly, despite the lateness of the hour, and reached over to help herself to whatever was in Eskel's cups, ignoring Keira's curious glances towards her, that little smile that flickered over her hideous lips—  heavens, I shall stab her with this fork! the sorceress thought furiously, sudden anger flaring inside of her, but she did not show it. Remaining perfectly composed, she rationed her violet gaze towards Eskel instead, her pulse skipping a beat in spite of herself as their gazes met. ❝ it is terribly cold in here...❞ she remarked, despite the obvious flush staining the high apples of her cheeks. ❝ and you ought to have woken me.❞ Yennefer scolded, violet eyes shimmering in the late morning light filtering dustily through the slats of the closed windows— never mind that her door had remained locked and barred; never mind that she had not asked it of him, either. ( Never mind that she had awoken, flushed and restless, hours before finally abandoning her rooms.)

@wanderingwolfwitcher

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Okay but the real TMFU!AU triangle would be Lambert/Aiden/Keira and this concept now lives in my head rent free.

If I can ever learn to write one-shot plotfic I may run with that somewhere...

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

A birthday present for @tibo30 with all of the love in the world!

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Lambert made his way towards Keira, watching as she meticulously healed a wound on her shoulder, her slender fingers ghosting over her skin as the wound slowly stitched back together. She heard his footsteps approaching, bringing her soft gaze over to him as magic continued to pour from her palm.

“Hello Lambert.” She smiled, drawing him into her soft features and the tenderness of her voice. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Are you okay?” He questioned, his eyes softening just slightly as his gaze fell to her shoulder. Blood still trickled down her skin, leaving a crimson trail that ended at her elbow.

“Yes, I’ll be fine.” She chuckled, focusing once more on the wound. “It’s just a scratch after all.”

“You were hit by a sword, Metz.” He deadpanned, taking a seat beside her and watching her heal the wound. “It was probably enchanted too.”

“It was... But it’s nothing that will keep me from healing the wound.” She replied, her hand shifting back another couple of centimeters to heal the remaining parts of the wound. “See?”

Lambert nodded his head before leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, and gazed at the floor. Keira watched him, her hazel eyes focused on him as his fingers fidgeted together. She could feel the tension that radiated from his body, bringing a soft frown to her face as she watched him.

“Is there something else on your mind?” She questioned, nudging his foot with her own. “Something that’s bothering you?”

“Why?” He questioned, hands clasping together as he continued to stare at the floor. “Why did you save me?”

She was taken aback by his question, especially the forcefulness in his voice, but she responded to his question nonetheless.

“I was worried about you.” She began, earning a snort from him. “I was, Lambert.” She insisted.

“Why would you worry about me? No one ever has before.”

“When I saw you there, surrounded by those Riders with no one else in sight, I panicked... I worried for your safety... For your life.” She spoke, her voice a trembling whisper against his ears. “I worried for you, because in that moment, I knew... I knew that I would miss your sarcasm and quick wit... Hearing your voice, as annoying as it can be sometimes!” She flashed a brilliant smile as he turned his gaze on her.

“It is not annoying!” He countered, shoving her knee with a smile as he laughed in response. “My voice is perfect!”

“Yes, yes... It’s perfect.” She chuckled, her knee brushing back against his. “But... I think I would miss that sharp tongue of yours the most...” A soft blush crept up to her cheeks as they gazed at each other. “I’d like to know what else it’s capable of.”

A smirk crept over Lambert’s face as he gazed at the blushing woman before him. He leaned in, his breath tickling her skin, and whispered in her ear.

“It definitely knows how to please a woman.” He growled, sending a wave of pleasure through the blonde as she shivered beside him. “And I can’t wait to see what it does for you.”

“Mmhm… Perhaps you can show me after I’m done healing this cut?” She questioned, her eyes trailing over his figure as he moved to stand before her.

“I suppose it can stand to wait until then.” He hummed, turning on his heel and making his way towards the stairs that sat off to the right of the doors. “I’ll be upstairs when you’re ready.” He smiled, taking one last look at her before the door shut behind him.

Keira allowed herself the chance to breathe and focus her attention back on healing her wounded shoulder. Her mind wandered off only a few times before she finished the process, and with a smirk on her lips, she made her way through the tower door, letting it swing shut behind her as she ascended the stairs to the bedroom above her. It was time for Lambert to stop his teasing and show her exactly what that tongue of his could do.

[proheromidoriyashouto]

thinking about how after vesemir is killed by the wild hunt, the boys don't get to grieve together. geralt has to stop the wild hunt, lambert trails after keira in her search for a plague cure, and eskel can't bear to stay without vesemir there.

thinking about each brother taking some small piece of vesemir's kaer morhen with them before they leave, without ceremony. to never return to the Wolf Keep, now that the last wolf who knew it when it was whole is gone.

You were always an unruly child.

geralt stopping just long enough to take a pair of vesemir's old swords with him to face the wild hunt.

eskel setting the livestock free and taking vesemir's bestiary from his room before he heads south.

lambert slipping vesemir's hat into his bags before following keira through a portal anywhere.

I adored that about you.

and, later, joining geralt in retirement in corvo bianco. an aged tome reverently shelved in the reading nook, an out of fashion hat perched on the rack by the front door, antique swords on display above the dinner table.

vesemir reflected in how they move, the structure of their speech, with how they love each other and let themselves seek happiness in the end.

Now fly!

[cake-shop-rarepair-bingo]

Valentine's Rarepair Bingo

We have another! (Don't worry, you're doing great!) Pairings: Eskel/Vesemir (The Witcher) Lambert/Keira Metz

Content Warnings: Suicide, MCD

And here we go with another entry, though I have to warn you this is sad one. I am not sure if I do the tagging right, and I do honestly ask the creators of the bingo to do the rebagling, because I have no real clue what I am doing. (It's my first participation in such stuff, forgive me I am 40+ and have no clue about such things).

Anyway, here's the entry. The prompt is "I love you."

[anonymousblueberry]

RocheCiri is beautiful too

You know what... I was gonna ignore this, because I was going to be mature. But you keep sending me DMs (I'm assuming its you because they're not actually showing up, because that's what happens when you block someone) and you keep being a dick to my friends. So... I wrote you some Ciri/Roche (a pairing, I would like to point out, that I had no issue with... not my jam, but eh)

This is going behind a cut because it does have PiV sex and a large swathe of implied relationships going on here.

So, they're all at Kaer Morhen and it's do or die time. Too much nervous energy and Ciri's gotta fuck it out somewhere. She goes to Ves first… she's pretty sure they've been flirting, but Ves is like, nope, not into the whole sex thing. You're hot, but, nope. What about Hjalmar? And then Ciri has to explain that whole awkward phase of her life where she was going to marry Hjalmar, but that was actually a terrible idea and also Cerys is objectively hotter. And the witchers are all off the table; Geralt’s her dad, Eskel and Lambert are her weird uncles (plus there is some weird shit going on and she's not sure who is currently fucking who, not worth the stress) What about Keira? Ciri just laughs and says no to sorceresses as a whole. Vesemir is just a no from both and the giggle for a minute or so. Same for Ermion, plus Ciri has known him since she was tiny. Which leaves Roche. Ves makes a puking sound. Ciri looks at him. "He's not bad looking. A bit rough around the edges," she says. "Never seen him with anyone." Ves points out. "Most of us reckon he's like me." Ciri scrunches her nose up. "Can't hurt to ask."

Roche looks like a fucking rabbit caught in a trap when she propositions him. Looking at Ves, and then over at Geralt, and then around, wildly, hoping for some kind of distraction. But Geralt doesn't care who Ciri sleeps with and Ves just gives him a thumbs up, and, it's not a hardship Ciri is young and pretty and actually that's quite intimidating. But, fuck it. She grins and leads him off to one of the many unused rooms of the keep. "No, no bastards, from this." He says, and she laughs out loud. "The last thing I want. I have charms for that. I swear." There's an awkward dance of to kiss or not, and eventually she lets him, as she pulls the chaperon free from his head and starts trying to strip him. He fumbles with all the belts and buckles she's wearing. He's not getting hard, which is, not unusual for him, but he shushes her complaint when she reaches for his cock, instead hoisting her up on the table and pulling her trousers and smalls down until they catch on her boots. It's not a lot of space, but enough that he can eat her out until her hand is clenching in his hair and she's coming all over his chin. She reverses their positions terrifyingly easily, and pushes him up onto the table, kicking off her boots and trousers, so she's just in her loose shirt. He's most of the way to hard by that point, and clever fingers get him the rest of the way there as she looms over him. When he's thrusting up into her hand she looks down at him. "Can I?" "Wasn't that the point?" "I won't of you don't want it." She starts to pull back. "I do. Just don't get pissy if I can't stay hard. Not you, very much a me thing." There's a rather self deprecating laugh and Ciri tweaks one of his nipples, hard. "I won't, but don't be such a downer." And then she fucks herself down onto him and starts a brutal pace that has him gripping her hips and holding on for dear life. It's hard and fast and he doesn't expect to come from it, doesn't realise he's about to until he almost is, pushing as deep as he can and trying not to grip to hard on her hips and thighs, trying not to buck her off. Everything whites out for a second and when he comes to she's desperately rubbing her clit, obviously so close herself. He slips his hand in by hers and gets two fingers inside her, a few more strokes and she's doubling over him, gasping for breath. "You good?" She asks when she's flopped to the side of him, fingers laced just under her breasts. "Yeah." "Brilliant. Thanks." She sits up and grimaces. "Gross." They both laugh at the awkward noises as she wipes herself down and pulls her clothes back on. He does the same, more slowly, letting her leave first.

She wanders through the halls back to her room, passing Ves on the way. The other woman gives her a questioning look, and Ciri shrugs and smiles.

[jawanaka]

Tagged by @poeti-kat

Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems”!

Most popular

You know, for a while there it was one of my Cyberpunk short fics but I can finally say that my love The Swallow of Novigrad has finally surpassed them. (87164 k, no real pairings apart from some Ciri/Morvran flirting and Keira/Lambert. Recommended if you want a story about Ciri learning the costs and possibilities of being empress)

Hidden Gems

(Honestly I think my Kingdom Come: Deliverance fics qualify as these but then again they're written for a very small fandom...)

You cannot go home again (again) (1445K, V/Judy), is probably the most underrated of my two Cyberpunk 2077 fics and while it doesn't quite hold up in the end I still like its look at the corpo mentality.

Were Paths lead (9057 K, Eskel/Natanis the succubus, Geralt/Yennefer) is probably some of my best short fiction writing. Read if you like witcher bros being brothers, Toussaint landscapes, food porn and abit of romance.

tagging @andordean, @herbalina-of-yesteryear, @squiddviscous, @brujahinaskirt, @do-androids-dream-ao3acc and anyone else who feels up to it!