It all started with something as simple as Lambert and Aiden meeting in a club. The music was blaring, thumping out a beat and Aiden was living his best life. It got even better when he spotted an absolute hunk of a man dancing truly awfully but seemingly not caring. Of course Aiden had to approach, was delighted that the man was willing to dance with him. And, somehow, Aiden had never had a better time than when saying ‘fuck it’ to the social rules of the club and dancing like he’d always wanted to. It was thirsty work.
“Drink?” He yelled over the beat and mimicked the motion for clarity. They made their way to the bar and Aiden grinned. “My treat. I’m Aiden.”
“Lambert!”
Well, Lambert was just the thing Aiden had always dreamed of with full lips, a resting bitchface and a lack of care about appearances if his dancing was anything to go by. All in all, it was perfect. Initiating conversation was a bit difficult but Aiden wanted to try.
“I’m a fitness trainer. What do you do?”
“What?”
Pointing at his chest, Aiden yelled, “trainer” before pointing at Lambert.
The confusion morphed into understanding. For a moment Lambert pursed his lips before shrugging and yelling back “lobster”.
Now Aiden knew they were in a noisy setting and his audio processing was a bit funky on a good day. Still, he could have sworn Lambert had said he was a lobster. To be sure he yelled back “lobster?” and made the claw motion with his hands. Lambert nodded. Fine. A bit weird but maybe Lambert was a mascot? Or a non-furry furry. Either way, Aiden could live with that. He took Lambert home that night and had the best sex of his life.
Wanting to show some support to his maybe boyfriend, Aiden suggested a date somewhere he thought Lambert would appreciate. The aquarium. Before he even mentioned it to Lambert, Aiden had called up the place and made sure there were indeed lobsters there. He could be supportive, even if he didn’t understand.
The date was a resounding success if measured by sexual gratification. Sure, they almost got kicked out of the aquarium because Lambert decided to try and blow Aiden in the corner of the eel section. It didn’t happen for two reasons. Firstly, before Lambert even got further than dropping to his knees, more people came by. Secondly, eels were creepy as fuck and Aiden didn’t think he could get off with those creatures staring at him. So caught up in these issues, Aiden didn’t even question how Lambert had a knack for avoiding cameras and figuring out their blind spots. It certainly was a skill he exhibited over and over again.
One thing that did strike Aiden as odd was the time Lambert ordered lobster at the restaurant. To him it would have felt like cannibalism. Because at this point Aiden was certain that Lambert wasn’t a lobster mascot for work. In fact, other than calling himself a lobster, Aiden had no clue what his boyfriend actually did. Delving into the depths of the internet for answers didn’t help either. So Lambert was possibly an unemployed non-furry furry lobster enthusiast. Though he always insisted on paying, especially if it was his suggestion. Sometimes he picked rundown, out of the way drinking holes. Other times Aiden was treated to the finest dining experiences he could have ever imagined.
“So-” Lambert was bouncing on his toes, hands jammed into his pocket as he stood outside Aiden’s door, “-we’ve been seeing each other for six months. My family’s nagging me about meeting you.”
A grin was forming on Aiden’s lips. “Are you asking me to meet your family?”
“Technically they’re the ones asking. I’m just the reluctant messenger. I’m quite happy with you being just mine.”
Meeting the family was quite the experience. Aiden had never felt smaller than when he met Eskel, Geralt and Vesemir. Yennefer had an aura about her that made him feel tiny while Jaskier’s personality was so big he eclipsed everyone. Then there were others, Ciri, Letho, Guxart, Gaetan, Fringilla to name a few. The most normal of the lot seemed to be Cahir who looked about as excited to be there as a fly in a freshly cleaned bathroom. Occasionally he muttered something to Eskel about being owed when he is proven right. Pay rises and holidays and better gear. Whatever that meant.
Aiden’s world exploded. Literally. There was smoke, shouts and what sounded suspiciously like gunfire. It was all so disorienting, especially when the bulk of Letho swept Aiden up and deposited him behind an upturned table, nodding to Cahir who was bodily protecting Ciri. And had a gun in his hand. Aiden blinked. He must have had too much to drink. His ears were ringing. He was seeing things. Maybe he fell and hit his head because he wasn’t seeing the family he just met in a full-blown gunfight with intruders who blew a hole in the side of the mansion they were meeting in. Letting out a hysterical little giggle, Aiden tried to wrap his head around the fact they were in a mansion, that Lambert’s family was rich enough for such a thing.
“Don’t worry, you’ll live,” Letho rumbled as if Aiden was some scared kitten. He wasn’t. He was just losing his marbles.
As suddenly as everything went tits up, silence reigned just as quickly. Someone coughed in the smoke and Aiden craned his neck. The crunch of broken glass was accompanied by footsteps approaching their table.
“You okay?”
It was Lambert peering over the table, looking dishevelled, a cut on his forehead bleeding and skin grimy from the smoke. In the background Eskel seemed to be organising everyone, checking over injuries while Fringilla was on the phone and demanding clean-up. As soon as Geralt was over, Ciri was launching herself at him and Cahir stood from his crouch with a furious scowl.
“I fucking told you,” he growled at Vesemir who stared flatly at him. Before anything more could transpire, Eskel snagged Cahir by the wrist and hauled him to kiss him into silence.
Nobody looked worried about the fact that some unnamed group just blew a hole in the wall and tried to…what…kill them all? Standing, Aiden saw bodies and blood strewn around the floor and he let out a strained giggle.
“I’m better than those guys.” For some reason Lambert looked so proud as he laughed. But Aiden wasn’t done just yet. “So what the fuck just happened?”
Once again Eskel shoved his tongue down Cahir’s throat before the man could spew whatever he looked desperate to spout. It left Lambert to shrug.
“Just the usual. You know.”
“No?”
“Babe,” Lambert stepped closer and cupped Aiden’s cheek with a bloodied hand, “this is my life, I told you. This is part and parcel of my job.”
No he didn’t. Lambert was a lobster. No matter what that meant, he’d said so himself. Lobster.
“No you didn’t? How is this part of being a lobster?”
They stared at each other, Lambert’s mouth moving silently before finally finding his voice. “M. As in mobster.”
In the background there was a growl of “if you open your mouth I am shoving my cock in there to keep you quiet, you know I don’t care about an audience” from Eskel but Aiden ignored it as his world started to spin. Mobster. As in gun toting, law breaking, dangerous mobster. A high pitched laugh escaped him.
“I thought you took it a little too well,” Lambert sighed, hand falling away and taking a step back.
Fear made Aiden’s stomach tighten. He knew Lambert’s identity, his family’s identities. That was a liability and mobster families didn’t take kindly to those. Not to mention that Lambert was still Lambert. Just not a lobster.
“It’s a bit of a shock to the system,” Aiden hurried to say, trying to step over the table and stumbling a little. A strong hand gripped him and he nodded his thanks to Letho before staggering after Lambert. “But that’s just how life goes. At least you’re not a lobster, right?”
There was a small grin on Lambert’s lips and he let Aiden take his hand, linking their fingers. Teasing, he asked, “So what exactly is a lobster?”
“I have no clue.” A laugh was bubbling up in Aiden’s throat. “I figured you were a fur free furry or something.”
A laugh went up at that and Aiden ducked his head, a little flustered. Another set of feet approached them and he stared at the blood (and possibly more but he didn’t want to think about that too much) splattered shoes. The hand squeezing his shoulder had him looking up at Vesemir who had a small smile of his own hiding under his moustache.
@thepassifloradiscord is holding a drabble event. Rather than spam followers with ten 100 word posts, I’ve popped them all into one big post. Tags/etc at the top of each drabble.
Vesemir, Eskel, Geralt, Lambert, Aiden There was a fairytale Vesemir had once read, something about four animal musicians who scared off some enemy by standing on each other’s backs. He had no idea why it resonated with him so much but it did. Over the years he watched his three pups grow up and he could almost see the tower they could form. Eskel at the bottom, the solid base, the one everyone relied on. Then Geralt, strong, stable but under too much pressure he’d crack. Followed by Lambert, the firecracker. Only, they were missing a fourth. When Aiden turned up, Vesemir’s hopes were complete.
Pre-Eskel/Cahir Eskel was fascinated by Cahir’s sword. It was unlike the ones witchers used. So he took to watching him train, admiring the way he moved through forms and drills. In a way, it was mesmerising.
“I really like how you handle your sword,” he said to Cahir as he emerged loose-limbed from the baths. The words were met with a blush which was rather cute. “I like watching you wield it.” That didn’t seem to make things better and Cahir spluttered, blush spreading down his neck and across his wet chest. Eyes widening, Eskel stammered, “I meant your metal sword!”
Pre-Lambert/Eskel Lambert had rules for seduction. First, he had to find his target. The security guard looked pretty good. Secondly, he needed to assess his resources - he was at the supermarket, he was going to have to get creative. Thirdly, not only did he have to make first impressions memorable but also full of promise. He sauntered up to the guard whose name badge read Eskel.
“Ever seen someone steal a cucumber before?” The question was accompanied by him twirling one. Eskel shook his head, Lambert smirked. “Now you will.” With that, he deepthroated the cucumber and locked eyes with Eskel.
Pre-Eist/Calanthe This was the big night. Eist had grand plans, he was going to impress Calanthe and make her fall wildly in love with him. Everything was coming together; fancy outfit, a few quips and compliments to drizzle into conversation, he had even had one of the servers putting his love notes onto the plates Calanthe was served. In short, he wasn’t going to fail at wooing his queen. Confident, he strode into the banquet hall, only to trip on his cape and end up flat on his face. “Looks like I fell for you.”
She laughed, the evening was salvaged.
Geralt/Jaskier “And who is that?” Geralt asked.
Next to him, Jaskier drew a deep breath. “The ball sack sweat that festers in your smalls after a performance gone wrong. Never before have I been so insulted to be in the same room with a rancid flake of toe cheese. Now I shall have to boil my eyes, gargle with a whole lemon’s juice and scrub myself raw with a sea urchin. No amount of wine is enough to purge the knowledge that I’ve had to share a stage with a mouldy wet mop.”
“Ah,” Geralt nodded. “So that is Valdo Marx.”
Eskel/Lambert/Aiden/Cahir, Geralt/Jaskier It was all very well that Eskel, Lambert, Aiden and Cahir had found happiness together. But when their night-time activities woke Ciri, that was just infuriating. The first night it happened, Geralt put it down as a mishap. Second night was rude. The third night that Ciri ended up wedged between him and Jaskier, he stomped towards the offending room. It didn’t sound like noises of passion. Grunts, giggles and the odd “stop resting on me, lift your arse.” Pushing the door open, Geralt stared at the game of naked twister in progress before silently backing out of the room.
Lambert/Aiden As a nurse at the emergency room, Eskel had thought he’d seen everything. But there were giggles about the couple in Bay 8 and went to investigate. Somehow he shouldn’t have been surprised it was Lambert and Aiden. At least this time it wasn’t Lambert on the bed but his boyfriend, who was holding a bowl under his chin to catch the copious amount of bloody saliva dribbling from his mouth.
“Do I want to know?”
Pouting, Lambert looked to Aiden who nodded. “We didn’t realise candy canes could be sucked so sharp. He’s got a new tongue piercing now.”
Letho&Ciri The great thing about being so large was that people rarely started fights with Letho. That didn’t mean it never happened but usually it was other witchers, which was why he tended to avoid them. Alas, needs must and he ended up wintering in Kaer Morhen. Surprisingly, the wolves and their guests were polite, accepting and actually good hosts. Until one resident yelled and charged at his legs. Hefting Ciri up was no hardship, she was small, young and not too wriggly. But the wooden sword still thunked against his bald head. Letho smiled, he liked Ciri’s courage and confidence.
Geralt, Jaskier, Eskel, Aiden, Lambert, Cahir, Vesemir, Ciri It’s a simple game, they sit in a circle and name the person whose turn it was next. Eskel starts.
“Dick. Lambert.” “Penis. Take it away, Aiden.”
“Schlong and over to you, Geralt.”
“Cock. Lambert again.”
“Trouser snake. Cahir!”
“Meat wand. Uh…Jaskier?”
“Nilfgaardian brain! Eskel!”
“Custard launcher. Vesemir, join us.”
“Why should I talk about fucksticks, hm, Aiden?”
“Because mine’s a third leg, isn’t it, Cahir?”
The door opens to reveal Ciri.
“What’re you playing?” Faux innocence fills her voice.
Stammering, Cahir’s unable to lie. “Synonyms for the word willy.”
“Oh!” Ciri looked delighted. “Have you had princess tamer yet?”
Eskel/Cahir Groaning, Eskel took in the damage around the room. The headboard was cracked, the door looked like it had been slammed hard enough to pull it off its hinge, all his trinkets had been swept off the chest of drawers. His body ached, muscles he didn’t even know he had were protesting at each motion. Not to mention that he could taste blood on his lips, tongue licking over the scab that had formed. However, Eskel couldn’t bring himself to feel anything but contentment as Cahir cuddled up against him, body covered in hickeys. It was a damn good night.
Thank you so so much as always to @sometimesiwrite for being the best bouncing board a person could have, and to @trickstermoose67 (Renversermonmonde on ao3!) for being such a wonderful beta <3
Rating: E
Relationship: Lambert/Aiden
Content Tags: smut, blowjobs, public (kinda) sex, porn with feelings
Summary: On the eve of their goodbye for winter, Lambert puts his mouth to good use.
The air was quiet as a cool breeze glossed over the sheen of sweat on the nape of Lambert’s neck. He had Aiden with his back pressed against a tree in the middle of a forest at the base of the Blue Mountains, one final goodbye before they separated for winter. Their lips searched longingly for comfort, their fingers tearing at clasps and buckles. An idea had been tickling Lambert’s brain, and he figured that there was no time like the present.
He broke their kiss and sank to his knees, gently toying with the leather ties to Aiden’s codpiece. “Mind?”
Aiden’s head thunked back against the bark and he bit his lip with a groan. “Y-you don’t have to, we can-“
“I want to.” Lambert flicked his amber eyes up to Aiden. He inhaled deeply, savoring the heady musk of Aiden’s arousal.
Aiden laughed shakily. “Alright, then. Just, just take your time, okay? Don’t force it.”
Lambert ran his hands slowly, reverently up Aiden’s thighs, squeezing the tightly corded muscle through the snug fabric of his trousers. His fingers tugged at the ties of his codpiece, letting Aiden’s soft cock fall into the air just shy of his lips.
Lambert hummed with a smile, pressing his lips in an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of him. Aiden ran his hand through Lambert’s hair as he felt arousal course through him, his blood boiling and filling his cock.
Lambert swallowed thickly before flicking his eyes up. “How do you like it?”
Aiden ran his finger over Lambert’s cheekbone. “Slow. Gentle. Tease me a bit. Make me beg. And feel free to make a mess.”
Lambert’s cock flexed hardin his trousers. His breath ghosted over Aiden’s inner thighs, his lips brushing past the swelling length and kissing the crease of his hip. “Pretty hot, knowing just what you want.”
His eyes tracked Aiden’s cock hardening, slowly filling and arching up to hang before his face. Aiden’s fingers in his hair tightened as he licked his lips, dragging his hands up Aiden’s thighs.
“You’re lucky,” Lambert sighed, biting his bottom lip coyly and pressing his mouth to the dark, wiry hairs at the apex of Aiden’s thighs. “You know I’m not patient. But shitam I stubborn.”
Aiden’s breath fell in a shaky chuckle as Lambert’s left hand snaked its way to the base of his cock, his fingers dancing lightly to circle him. Lambert adjusted his legs, spreading them minutely, allowing his own arousal a bit more room as he started to get down to business.
His tongue darted out, catching a pearly bead of slick as it juststarted to drip. Aiden hissed and his hips bucked, though Lambert was quick to grab him and hold him back against the tree.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Lambert grinned and arched his brow. “Though, I must say, delicious.”
Aiden groaned and threw his head back. “Yeah? That all you got, pretty boy?”
Lambert chuckled darkly. “Please. You know how to get what you want. Ask nicely.”
Aiden arched a brow, though his cock betrayed him by throbbing and dripping to the ground beneath. “You’ve got every opportunity to be productive with that mouth of yours.”
“And yet,” Lambert stroked Aiden slowly, just barely twisting his wrist at the tip, “here we are.”
Aiden reached down to thumb at the frayed ties holding Lambert’s gambeson together at his neck. The leather was thin and worn, though Lambert was near-obsessive about maintaining the little quality that his armor had. “I want to see you.”
Lambert sat back on his heels and stripped the heavy outer layer away, leaving him in his thinner black shirt that had pilling marks and a stitched-together gash at his hip. Aiden could see his dark chest hair peeking between the low v at his neck, and his forearms were bare with a handful of newly-earned scars over his tanned skin. “Better?”
Aiden hummed as Lambert sat back up on his knees. His fingers drifted through the young Wolf’s long black hair, while his hips arched into his touch.
“Now, where was I?” Lambert smirked and let his gaze rest heavily on Aiden’s eager cock.
“You were about to suck me off.”
“Was I?” Lambert glanced up to him with a shit-eating grin, his too-sharp canine glinting with joy. He ran his fingers through Aiden’s pubic hair, lightly scratching across the tender skin.
Aiden tsked. “If I didn’t know better, Wolf, I’d think you were stalling.”
Lambert narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the base of Aiden’s cock and breathing in deeply. There, nestled in the most intimate recesses of his skin, was the purest scent of his lover. Dark, heady, musky. Intoxicating. Though, when he glanced back up to Aiden, his eyes betrayed the barest glimpse of anxiety. “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?”
“Lambert,” Aiden sighed, running his finger softly down his jaw, “you’ve nothing to worry about. Whatever you do will be wonderful.But like I said before, we don’t have to do this. If you change your mind, we can just-”
“No,no I still want to,” Lambert licked his lips as he pulled back just enough for his breath to warm the tip of Aiden’s cock, “I just want to make you feel good.”
Aiden grinned. “You already are. Just being here with you makes me feel good.”
Lambert swallowed thickly and nodded. “Right then. Suppose you want my mouth, then?”
Aiden groaned from low in the back of his throat. “Please,fuck.”
“So…just lick, or…?”
“Literally anything but teeth, please, just pleaseput me in your mouth, before my brain melts out of my ears.”
Lambert scoffed playfully. “C’mon, I know you can beg better than that.”
“Iwillonce you do somethi-nng fuuuuck!”
Lambert licked a long, slow stripe up the underside of Aiden’s cock, letting his tongue linger at the tip before wrapping his lips around him. He inhaled as he sank down, sliding about halfway down before Aiden felt the tight nudge of the back of his throat. Lambert hummed and moved back, sucking at the tip once more before sinking him back in. One of his hands wrapped back around the base while he languidly swallowed around him and drooled onto his chin.
Aiden’s breath came in sharp gasps. “Ah, y-yeah. Fuck,like that. R-relax. Big, long breaths. Open your throat, try not to fight it.”
Lambert nodded as best as he could as he kept bobbing back and forth. Bit by bit, he was able to get more of Aiden’s cock in his mouth, following his gentle guidance from the desperate gasps above him. It was invigoratingbeing where he was, with the heavy weight of Aiden’s cock resting on his tongue and pushing at the back of his throat, dripping salty slick to be swallowed while he licked at his balls. He was overwhelmed with the sheer pleasure pouring from Aiden, and he couldn’t get enough.
“C-can you put your mouth b…back on me?” Aiden’s voice was shaky, needy, delicious.
Lambert grinned to himself. He nosed back up Aiden’s flushed cock and loosened the ties on his own codpiece, letting his own arousal bob into the air, relieved for a moment. He snaked his hands between Aiden’s legs and bore some of his weight onto his shoulders. His hands rested back around the front of Aiden’s thighs and he hummed. “You sure you’re ready?”
Aiden swallowed thickly, fisting his fingers into Lambert’s hair. “Please, Lambert. Please.”
Lambert took him in the blink of an eye, fitting his lips around his cock and sinking all the way down, swallowing around him. Aiden could practically taste the salt from his overwhelmed tears and his slick dripping onto the forest floor as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Absently, his knees buckled and gave out, leaving Lambert to shift and hold him in his entirety on his shoulders as he set a brutal pace, dribbling spit and slick down his chin and neck.
Lambert’s head was swimming. He was encompassed and encompassing, holding Aiden up with his cock in his mouth. It was heady, messy, desperate. It was mind-bending, and Lambert felt his own climax spark to embers in the small of his gut. Aiden’s pearly arousal dribbled in a constant stream into his mouth, musky and salty and dark, and he could tell by Aiden’s wordless gasps that his climax was approaching at a neck-breaking pace.
Lambert adjusted and brought one of his hands back around and down, pressing lightly against Aiden’s entrance as he kept swallowing around him. Aiden hunched and cursed, arching his back and pushing into Lambert’s touch. Lambert just barely slid in, feeling his hole tense and flutter around his finger as Aiden coasted in tense pleasure for one, two, three heartbeats before plummeting over that threshold of euphoria.
Aiden’s cock flexed as spend spilled into Lambert’s throat, and (he’d deny it forever) he gagged a bit before getting the hang of swallowing around him.
Aiden’s climax was hard and long, his fingers tangled in Lambert’s hair and his mouth agape in a silent, desperate scream. His eyes were screwed shut and it was all he could do to just hold on.
Lambert bobbed his head slowly as Aiden coasted down from his high, licking gently at his softening cock. He let go with a pop, and slid his finger back out from him, though he kept his hold on Aiden’s legs firm. “I do alright?”
Aiden chuckled breathily and flexed his fingers in Lambert’s hair. “Alright? Lambert, you. I-fuck, I don’t even have words right now. Shit, let me down, I wanna-“
Aiden wriggled as Lambert lowered his legs to the ground. As soon as his feet touched down Aiden pounced, gripping Lambert’s shoulders and pushing him to lay on the grass beneath.
Lambert moaned as Aiden rested his weight on his thighs. His gaze trailed over Lambert, though he blatantly stared at his cock and licked his lips. He was achingly hard and dripping, his slick pooling on the tattered hem of his soft shirt.
“You,” Aiden gasped before he bracketed his hands on either side of Lambert’s head and kissed him deeply, licking into his mouth before breaking away once more, “are a treasure.”
Lambert flushed and his hips pressed up into him, chasing any hint of relief that his arousal could find. “G-glad you enjoyed it.”
“You seem like you enjoyed it too,” Aiden grinned and stroked his hand down Lambert’s flank. “Mind if I return the favor?”
“Fuck, please,” Lambert groaned and Aiden could see the tendons flexing in his flushed-rosy neck.
“Gods be fucking good, I need to get these damned things off of you-“ Aiden shimmied the trousers down and yanked them off, chucking them to the side before nestling himself between Lambert’s thighs. He practically had stars in his eyes as he drank the young Wolf in, all tense and pent up, yearning for release. “Any requests?”
“Anything, fuck, just now-“ Lambert groaned and his back arched as Aiden sank his lips around the tip of his cock. He knew he wasn’t going to last, but that wasn’t the point. It was pleasure, plain and simple.
Lambert’s hand found the nape of Aiden’s neck, gripping him lightly as his climax charged into his veins. Aiden bobbed and sucked and fondled his balls like he’d been working in a brothel since he’d left the caravan, and Lambert just couldn’t hold on, and he knew that Aiden would hold on forhim.
So, he let go.
He grit his teeth as his climax was torn from his skin, something unnameable sending him spiraling into an oblivion yet unknown. All he knew was Aiden, his mouth, his hands, the sweaty curls of his hair that tickled his fingertips, the taste of his spend still on his tongue.
He felt himself spill into Aiden’s mouth, and his pleasure was only prolonged by feeling the Cat swallow every last bit around him. Lambert’s throat felt a bit hoarse, as though he’d shouted his way through his orgasm. Which he very well may have, he wasn’t sure.
As Aiden slid his lips from Lambert’s cock, licking away the last pearly drops of spend, Lambert basked in the afterglow. His mind wandered, and it hit him out of nowhere. It wasn’t simple pleasure, not anymore. No, it was more than that. It was a deep sort of trust that he had thought long ripped from him. And there he was, spread out on a forest floor with another Witcher hovering over him with a soft smile of his own on his lips.
Lambert hummed. Nah, not gonna say anything. Not like that, anyways. Can’t afford to get soft. “Wanna go again?”
Aiden glanced down to his own cock, once again flushed and hard. He had his own hazy eyes, and Lambert could only guess at the thoughts swimming in his head. “You know me so well.”
Next chapter of my cat witcher OC (Nix) fic. See the Masterpost for content/warnings. Masterpost here.
Wake up, kitties!
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Aiden burrowed his face further into Lambert’s throat, his partner’s stubble scratching lightly at his forehead. He was slowly waking up, surrounded by Lambert’s familiar, comforting scent, cozy under a heap of bedding and laying against Lambert’s warm skin.
“You awake, kitten?” Lambert murmured.
“Mmm.”
“How do you feel?”
“Cozy,” Aiden mumbled.
“Nothing hurts? Can you feel your toes?”
“What are you…” Aiden trailed off as memories started to filter back. He had been hunting with Nix, and it had started to snow. They had gotten lost, and it had been cold. So cold. They had finally stopped and huddled in the snow… He bolted up in bed, the blankets and furs pooling around his waist. “The snow! Nix!”
“Yeah,” Lambert replied, sitting up and trailing his hand up Aiden’s back softly. “The snow. I told you to turn back right away! You’re lucky your dick didn’t freeze off before we found you.”
“Where’s Nix? Is she ok?” Aiden asked insistently.
“Yeah, she’s ok. She’s in her room.” Lambert’s voice was still rough with sleep, and he rubbed wearily at his eyes.
Aiden’s posture relaxed a fraction. He took stock of his limbs and extremities.
“Ican feel my toes. Everything seems fine.” He flexed his fingers and wiggled his toes, then stretched. “It was so cold. I know we were becoming hypothermic before everything faded. How…”
“Like I said, you’re a lucky bastard. When we found you, you were both covered in snow and turning blue. Scared the fuck outta me. I haven’t felt like that since —” Lambert cleared his throat. “Well anyways, we bundled you back to the keep, had the fires roaring, stripped off all your wet and frozen clothing, and warmed you up under a pile of furs with skin to skin. Best way to do it.”
“And Nix?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah what?”
“What what? Like I said, we did all that, and it worked, we saved your asses. And fingers and toes.”
“You did… you… she… you took her clothes off and did skin to skin?!”
“WellI didn’t, I was with you.”
“Lambert!!”
“WHAT?? You gonna pick a bone over that? Eskel took care of her. Jaskier checked in on them. I’m sorry, would you have rather we let her lose some extremities, or die? Better to let her die than upset her?”
Aiden spluttered, and Lambert continued, softening.
“I know, alright? I know it’s bad. But what should we have done? You know as well as I do it’s the safest way, and you were a block of ice, you weren’t about to be warming anyone else up, so it had to be one of us.”
Aiden nodded tersely. “I know. I know, it’s just…” He flipped off the covers and started searching for clothes to pull on. “I’ve got to check on her.”
Lambert sighed behind him before following suit and getting dressed.
“I gave them one of your shirts to put on her once she was warmed up enough to be safe.”
Aiden grunted in response. Once he was dressed, he hurried across the hall, gently pushing the door open and entering, before stopping in his tracks at the scene before him. Nix was snuggled up to Eskel, her head on his clothed chest, the covers pulled up under her chin. Eskel cracked an eye open and peered at him.
“Hey,” Eskel whispered groggily. “She’s ok.”
Aiden stared mutely for a moment. “Is she… I mean, did she…” he whispered.
“She woke up a while ago, and we talked briefly. She wanted me to stay.”
Aiden nodded absently, baffled by what he was seeing and hearing.
“I’ll make sure you know when she’s up so you can check in with her,” Eskel offered, and Aiden nodded again. Nix made a soft noise in her sleep, then nuzzled into Eskel’s chest before settling again. Aiden crept back out of the room and closed the door softly behind himself.
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When Nix woke again, she couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so soundly, or felt so safe. She also wasn’t sure of the last time she had been so close with someone, woken wrapped around another warm body. A steady, slow heartbeat thumped under her ear through the soft worn linen shirt Eskel wore, and his arm was secure around her waist. He shifted under her as she stirred.
“You awake?” he whispered.
“Mmm.”
His fingers stroked lightly up and down her back. “We should go downstairs when you’re ready. You must be hungry, and I think Aiden is anxious to see you.”
She pushed up on an elbow, rubbing at her eyes. “Right. Ok.”
As she sat up properly, Eskel slid out of the bed and pulled on the pants Jaskier had left him.
“I’ll let you get dressed and see you downstairs?” he asked.
She nodded in reply. As he got to the door, she called out.
“Eskel?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
He smiled softly. “I’m glad you’re ok. Thank you for trusting me. I’m sorry again for—”
“Don’t, you probably saved my life. I’m grateful; for that, and for… that you stayed.”
“I was happy to,” he said with a smile, before turning back and walking out, closing the door quietly.
Nix stayed sitting in bed, looking at the closed door. Her emotions were all over the place. Eskel made her feel warm, and cared for, and safe.
Part of her craved that: to let down the guard she’d been fighting so hard to maintain. To let someone else take care of her. Laying in his broad arms, she felt settled and safe in a way she hadn’t since before she lost Aleks. A feeling she had often worried, in her darker moments, that she wouldn’t experience again.
Part of her wanted to run from that. It meant being vulnerable again. It meant letting something into her heart, knowing it could be ripped back out. Losing Aleks had nearly destroyed her. She couldn’t even remember the days after it happened: where she had gone, what she had done, how she had survived. After that she had closed off her emotions, doing what she had to to survive, moving through life without really experiencing it. She didn’t think she could survive another loss like that.
She hadn’t been looking for a partner of any sort. Hadn’t felt ready for someone else, hadn’t been sure she ever would be. She didn’t want to feel like she was replacing Aleks, and she hadn’t felt that anyone ever could. Her guilt, grief and fear left her feeling that it was easier, safer, not to try.
And besides, her and Eskel’s lifestyles were different. Wolves hunted monsters, they didn’t take contracts on people, whereas that was all she did, working as a spy and assassin. She was surprised she had been let into Kaer Morhen at all, really, but the type of contracts she took wasn’t a topic that had ever come up. She wondered what would happen if it did. She couldn’t imagine she’d make it very far from the keep in this weather. A shiver ran down her spine.
Worrying over it all now wasn’t doing her any good. What had been a dull ache in the back of her consciousness was becoming a throbbing headache. She pushed the thoughts aside and went about getting dressed. While the thought of burrowing under the covers and staying there for the rest of the winter currently held great appeal, her headache wouldn’t go away on its own, her stomach was growling, and she knew Aiden wouldn’t let her hide for long once he knew she was up. She wrapped a fur around her shoulders and headed downstairs. Ale. That might help things. Or White Gull. Even better.
Rose and Bramble- Eskel/Rose the succubus: Little bit of fluff with no smut. Succubi are people too haha. Eskel visits his succubus before winter takes over, and they are soft. 705 words
Holiday Sparks - Renfri/Yennefer: Yennefer is relatively new to town. Maybe she can heat up the holidays with the hot welder mechanic in town. 2,432 words
Keep Me Warm- Aiden/Lambert: Lambert & Aiden are sleeping outside along the Path and it’s cold, guess they’ll have to get close to stay warm. Star-gazing and winter smooches. 386 words (not actually a holiday fic but it’s the closest I’ve got for lambden, as a winter fic)
Challah from the Heart - Geralt/Jaskier: Geralt and Jaskier established relationship, their first Hanukkah together, light domestic holiday fluff. 533 words
For You, My Friend, Always- Geralt & Jaskier: Aro Jaskier, roommates during the holiday season. Aro feels during the holidays and best friend support. 415 words
Tinsel- Geralt/Jaskier: Established relationship, the way Jaskier decorates the tree makes Geralt cringe. Cute holiday fluff. 515 words
The Best Baby That I Ever Had - Geralt/Jaskier: The one where I made the boys cry for the holidays. It ends happy ok. Sorry not sorry. Blame the Song “River.” Get your tissues. 1,481 words
Found the Creek - Yule fluff, Aiden’s prank derails Lambert’s plans, the gang’s all there. 1,670 words
Jaskier, to a room full of bards: I have gathered the Bardic Union here today to make a proposal. Emotional Support Bards. Everyone choose a Witcher - Geralt of Rivia is off limits for obvious reasons - and start writing about them. Follow them around. Feed them. Make sure they have a nice place to sleep. Sometimes you will have to give them a bath but it can be enjoyable if you go for the chamomile oil first!
Valdo Marx: And what do we get out of this arrangement?
Jaskier:Inspiration! And probably some trauma and unrequited love…(doing jazz hands desperately) but it’s worth it!
Valdo: I dont know Jaskier. You are right, you probably cannot handle it Valdo: I AM IN! *storms off to find Eskel*
If Lambert and Aiden travel together (because I ship them, oh well) then what if…
and hear me out…
what if their bards also fell in love
It wasnt really that Kristy didnt liked Lambert! She liked him just fine but she was frustrated. Whenever the bards would meet for their anual Union all the other bards who had found Witchers told epic love stories and steamy sex escapedes and the thought of sleeping with Lambert only made her sick.
She was really starting to doubt herself and her abilities as a bard when they walked in a tiny hamlet in the middle of nowhere and Lambert suddenly started to sprint. She followed as fast as she could and saw how he picked another man, another Witcher up and twirled him around before pressing hot kisses to the others face.
Fascinated her eyes widened until she catched a glance of a tiny redhead with a lute almost as big as her torso who smiles back with glee, her freckled face open and invinting.
Jaskier looks up from his notepad and grins at the man who’s just sat at the opposite side of the table.
“Technically, I used to be,” the bard says, taking a sip of his ale. “We had a tiny misunderstanding last year. I’m sure he’s gonna be fine, though, I’m just giving him some time to cool down and wallow in self-pity.”
Jaskier frowns, because his brain has finally caught up with his mouth and informs him that even though the man who asked the question is very pretty (and he is – a bit short, but lean and clearly very agile, brown-skinned, with dark, wavy hair and stunningly unnatural green eyes), he also has got two big, scary swords strapped to his back, way too many scars and has, in fact, only one green eye, the other being covered by an eye patch, presumably missing.
And then there’s the Cat school medallion on his chest.
As Geralt would say… fuck.
“Unless you’re here to kidnap me and torture me to lure him into a trap. If that’s the case, I’ve never met a Geralt of Rivia in my life. Also, if you harm a hair on my head, he will hunt you down and kill you, very slowly and painfully. Just a heads up,” Jaskier smiles, utterly failing to sound at least a little bit threatening.
“Thanks for the warning,” the Witcher laughs. “But I actually need you to write me a song.”
“Sorry, I’m afraid this bard already has a Witcher to praise,” Jaskier protests, shaking his head firmly.
“Ugh. Who says I want praise?” the man says, making a face. “I just can’t seem to find a friend of mine, so I need to make him find me.”
“With a song? Do I look like a fucking pied piper?” Jaskier smirks.
“A little, yeah.”
“Fair enough. What’s in it for me?”
“What do you think is going to happen once Geralt hears that his bard has found himself a new muse?” the Witcher grins.
“Oh,” Jaskier says, chuckling. “Oh, but that’s good.”
“Are you in, then?”
“Absolutely. And, uhm… What did you say your name was?”
“By the gods, where are my manners?” the Witcher laughs. “I’m Aiden.”
Not Eskel and not even Regis but this is truly one of my favourite images ever. It’s just so beautiful, I love their pose, how they look and how they are looking at each other.
My personal headcanon is that Aiden is older than Lambert and initially takes him under his wing, only to fall for the fiery young wolf.
I love them so much! (Now I need to go find all the Aiden/Lambert fics, especially the “fix it” ones)
