#witcher aiden
Lambert and Aiden making spectre dust bombs together?
Call that Alchemical Romance
Thought I’d finally try my hand at hot boi Aiden
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Kaer Morhen is everything Jaskier has dreamed of. Foreboding stone walls stretch high into the frigid air, seemingly hewn from the mountain itself. The gates are solid oak, iron-hard from decades of weathering, and as they swing open to reveal the ancient keep beyond he feels an overwhelming rush of possibility.
“Geralt, you grumpy fuck!” Lambert yells. “Good to see you.”
He jogs over and embraces Geralt manfully, with a lot of slapping each other on the back involved.
“Oh.” Lambert’s grin widens as he turns to face Jaskier. “And what a delight to see you again, sweet thing.” He steps forward and puts an arm around Jaskier’s waist, pulling him close. Jaskier can feel the heat from his body as they press together and the warmth of his breath tickles his nose. “Will you be keeping up company this winter? Lucky us.”
Jaskier can’t help it. He giggles and feels a blush spreading over his cheeks. It certainly is nice to be appreciated for once.
“Erm.” Geralt’s tense voice shatters the moment. “You two… know each other?”
“Our paths have crossed before.” Lambert winks and Jaskier’s blush deepens. “Wasn’t expecting to see him here though, what an unexpected pleasure for me.” He releases him, but not before swatting his arse playfully. Jaskier giggles again and Geralt makes a strained sound.
“Jaskier,” Geralt growls under his breath. His forehead creases into a frown. “Have you… you and Lambert…”
Jaskier hums noncommittally. Sometimes these things happen when on the Path. Geralt should know that better than anyone.
“I’ll go and get Eskel,” Lambert says breezily. “I’m sure he’ll want to see you both.”
“Both?” There’s a vein throbbing at Geralt’s temple. “I don’t understand. Jaskier, did you -”
Jaskier is saved from having to answer that particular question when another witcher appears in the doorway to the keep. “Vesemir!” he calls. “Hello again!”
“Greetings, pup!” Vesemir waves cheerfully. “You do bring colour and song with you as always. Come on, get inside where it’s warm.”
Geralt has gone very pale. “Vesemir too?” he hisses.
Jaskier shrugs. “He has this sexy older man thing going on, you know, it’s actually rather appealing -”
Geralt is staring at the ground like a man reconsidering all of his life choices. Eventually he sighs. “This is going to be a long winter, isn’t it?”
It was going to be a very long winter. Lambert was still gleefully chuckling, eyeing up Jaskier like he was the sweetest dessert in the whole of Kaer Morhen. If asked, Jaskier would have heartily agreed. However, before anyone could move, a delighted coo rang though the air.
“Little Lark? You come to make these dreary old halls echo with your song?”
Squealing, Jaskier bounded across the space and took a running jump at the newcomer. “Aiden! It’s been too long! How’s Gaetan doing? And Letho?”
Next to Geralt, Lambert stood stock still, his smile melting off his face.
“Seriously?” He spluttered and watched Aiden spin Jaskier around in a hug. That was how Aiden greeted him usually. Lambert bitterly regretted thinking he’d been special all this time.
Geralt smacked Lambert on the back. “Welcome to the club.”
