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Witcher Fic Recs 18

Active Decay (aiden/lambert, mature, wip, 6k) Lambert hugged him. Folded him into his arms and squeezed until the gaping mouth of the Cat medallion was branded to his chest. Aiden pressed his nose into the crook of Lambert’s neck. His hands were ice, he smelled horrible. “Still offering to carry me back? Once more for old time’s sake?” “Yes,” Lambert said, too fast, too honest. The middle, the beginning, and the end of Lambert and Aiden.

At The Very Least (aiden/lambert, teen, complete, 3k) In the Modern Continent, the witcher brothers have had their hands full keeping mostly-retired Vesemir from becoming radicalized by unreliable news media. Geralt and Eskel have found ways to draw their boundaries, but Lambert has taken it upon himself to debunk the untruths his old man comes across while providing him with more reliable sources of news. Aiden, Lambert's human partner, struggles to find a way to help Lambert handle the incendiary phone conversations between himself and Vesemir.

Behind blue eyes (geralt/jaskier, mature, complete, 2k) Jaskier is good at sex, good at making his partners feel good. He's not good at faking it with a witcher who can smell arousal—or the lack of it.

Chase the Darkness Out (eskel/geralt/lambert, explicit, wip, 7k) Lambert is being a shit: more cruel than usual. Something is bothering him. Geralt and Eskel know what he needs to get the poison out. Basically, a hard kink session under the use of sensitivity potions and lots of feelings during aftercare. Wolf pile on Lambert. Kinky PWP but with pack bonding and crying. Mind the tags.

cliffside (eskel/geralt, mature, complete, 2k) The bedroom door falls closed behind Eskel, and Geralt is alone again. When he turns his head, he can still smell Eskel on his pillow, the scent clinging to the soft fabric like it's clinging to Geralt's skin.

If I have to be who I was - series (geralt/jaskier, series, mature, 120k) After Jaskier dies in Geralt's arms, Geralt shatters. How could he not, when he has lost the one person that had meant more to him than the world? But Jaskier is dead and he won't ever come back. Prompt from tumblr: Reincarnation AU in which Jaskier gets reincarnated again and again, remembering only a horse, a daughter, amber eyes and a part of a song.

Let Loose the Wolves of War (aiden/lambert, mature, wip, 14k) The infamous Wolf Squad are called to the front lines of the Nilfgaardian-Cintran war to do what they do best - to take out political leaders and cause mayhem among their enemies. Their first target, one Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, leader of the local warlord's troops. A modern military AU with eventual Lambden.

My tired belief [Febuwhump 2022 Prompt Fills] - series (various ships, series, explicit, 40k) My prompt fills for Febuwhump 2022, as requested by my followers on Tumblr. Not the whole month this time, but still a bunch of fun fics! As a note, I had less time for writing this year compared to last, so a lot of these are only in the 2-3k range and function on the same principles of INJURY! WHUMP! RESCUE! CONVERSATION! hahahha.

Old rain (rennes/vesemir, complete, explicit, 15k) Vesemir stays the night in an unspoken agreement between them, curled up behind Rennes and listening to the slow beating of his heart. His fingers trace the marks he has left on Rennes’ skin with a touch lighter than a feather, until Rennes moves, catching hold of his hand for the briefest of seconds before pulling away again. “Be careful on the Path,” Rennes says, so quietly that Vesemir almost doesn’t hear it. “I will. I promise.” Vesemir shifts a little, trails his fingers down the curve of Rennes’ spine. “You, too.” * They clash, they fall apart, they clash again, but they can never quite escape each other's orbit, stuck with each other to the bitter end. Except - there is a life after the end, too, for at least one of them, to try and repair what has been falling apart for so long. Vesemir's life story, told in scenes from young boy to one of the last surviving witchers.

Parting Glass [Iorveth Appreciation Week '21] - series (iorveth-centric, various ships, explicit, complete, 30k) “You’re Scoia’tael?” the Wolf asks. No doubt he recognises Iorveth from the various posters that the dh’oine have put out with what they consider a good depiction of his likeness. Iorveth finds himself inclined to disagree, but the red cloth and missing eye are a sure giveaway either way, even if someone has never seen him in person.“Iorveth,” he says, for completeness’ sake. It isn’t like the witcher is in any state to run into the next town to denounce him. “Eskel.” The witcher inclines his head in a polite nod. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Iorveth.” Iorveth barks out a laugh at the words, handing him a mug of tea to drink. “It has been a long time indeed since someone was pleased to meet me."* Iorveth finds a witcher on the brink of death in the forest and decides to nurse him back to health.

Pyres (éibhear hattori, teen, complete, 400) People are always hungry on burning days. Because living in Novigrad during the purges must have been way more traumatic than the games let on.

Released by Fire (aiden/kiyan/lambert, teen, wip, 20k) Kiyan should have died in that cave beneath Novigrad, but he didn't. Steingard's plan didn't work. When the demon took Kiyan's body, she was on his side, not the mages. She saved him, brought him back to Lambert and Aiden, and now they have to repay the favor.

"remember me," i sing. (geralt/jaskier, teen, complete, 1k) A conversation beside a grave, many years in the future.

The Lights of Kaer Morhen (geralt & lambert, gen, complete, 2k) Lambert is taken far from everything he knows on Nar Shaddaa, into an unfamiliar world of meditation and stillness.

Torchbearer (geralt/lambert, mature, complete, 8k) Lambert falls in love with Geralt when he is twelve years old. He isn't even sure, at that age, what love really is, but he knows it is the best thing that has ever happened to him so far. If he gets to keep feeling like this, light and airy and giddy, he doesn't think he'd mind carrying a torch for Geralt for the rest of his life.

To the ground (iorveth/roche, mature, complete, 6k) Roche's hand strays to his side, unconsciously pressing against his clothes and the scarred skin beneath. “Funny, how we have danced with death so many times and yet it always fails to claim us. Others it plucks from their lives at the first attempt.” “Perhaps Destiny has more in store for us,” Iorveth offers, with no conviction. Roche’s laugh is bitter and ugly as he turns the pipe in his hands. “Or perhaps we are just cursed.” “Perhaps.”* Iorveth is captured, tortured and executed, but saved at the very last minute by Roche and the Blue Stripes. As he slowly recovers, some of the distance between him and Roche begins to close.

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geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde · 3 years

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Sun Shines Bright

I had the honor of co-writing a fic with my most dearest of soulmates @jaskierswolf for @lindianaj0nes birthday! Happy birthday Linda!!!!!!

All the good parts of this fic were written by Wolfie and the rest was me 😂

Lambden

Warnings: self image/body insecurities, mentions of past bullying

Lambert wasn’t sure what was brighter, the sun shining through the windshield of their car or the smile lighting up Aiden’s face as he made another joke. He practically radiated the sun’s rays back with how vibrant he was. Aiden’s personality was everything Lambert’s had never been, bright, optimistic, joyous. He loved the man more than words could possibly say.

A speedbump brought Lambert back to reality, grimacing as Aiden pulled into a parking spot at the beach. They wasted no time getting out of the car, already pulling off his shirt to soak in the warmth from the sun. He had been thrilled by the idea of a beach trip and the second it had become warm enough he had begun begging Lambert to join him. It had taken a lot of convincing on Aiden’s part and Lambert had really only conceded because he knew it would make his boyfriend happy. He honestly hated the beach.

The last time he actually remembered being at the beach, he had probably been thirteen or fourteen and he had been laughed at until he had retreated to Vesemir’s side to hide in the shade of an umbrella. Lambert had always been incredibly pale. His black hair and dark brown eyes stood in a stark contrast to how pale he always was. Even when he did spend time out in the sun he never really seemed to tan, he simply burned.

And sure, he and Aiden had been together for going on six months, and he had certainly seen Lambert in all states of undress, but he had never seen Lambert out in the sun like this. Lambert had been called ghostly before, complaints had been made that he reflected the light back, blinding everyone around him with his unnaturally pale skin. Until he began to grow redder and redder, of course and then the insults changed. His pink tinged skin had been compared to that of a hot dog and, when he really reddened, he had been compared to a lobster.

He wasn’t ready for Aiden to see him like this.

They were polar opposites in this regard, Lambert’s pale complexion was incredibly different from the deep olive tone that Aiden sported in the winter months which easily darkened a few shades when he was finally able to get out in the sunlight.

Aiden was just… beautiful.

A knock to the window beside him jolted him from his reverie. Aiden was standing outside the car, staring curiously at Lambert.

Lambert pushed open the door slowly and slid out of the car, shooting a hesitant smile at Aiden, “Sorry, got lost in my own thoughts.”

Drawing Lambert in close, Aiden tilted his head to the side as he studied his boyfriend closely, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Lambert responded, trying and failing to sound unbothered.

Aiden reached up, framing Lambert’s face with his hands, “Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me, Lamb.”

“I just… don’t have the best memories of the beach.” Lambert turned his head, knocking away Aiden’s hands.

Aiden sighed, running a hand through his hair, but he didn’t make any attempt to push the matter. Lambert was grateful for that. He never reacted well when he was backed into a corner, having a tendency to lash out at the ones he loved. That was why he’d been alone for so long, to the point where he’d begun to feel unlovable.

Aiden had changed that.

Aiden had been the one to thaw out his heart, to carefully take down the walls that Lambert had spent years building up with every insult that was thrown his way. If he could trust anyone with this, it was him, but that didn’t stop the nerves from crawling over his skin. It didn’t stop his heart from fluttering in his chest like a damn hummingbird.

He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair only to realise his boyfriend had done exactly that just moments ago. He snorted. They’d just been berating Geralt and Jaskier for acting like an old married couple just the week before, and now he was doing the same thing with Aiden, mirroring his boyfriend without even realizing.

Fucking hell, he was smitten.

He took a deep breath as he tried to gather his thoughts, tried to find a way to explain the storm of emotions brewing inside him. It wasn’t easy, but then neither were relationships. That’s what everyone kept telling him, but Aiden was worth the effort.

Aiden was worth everything that Lambert could give him.

He reached for Aiden’s hand without words, lacing their fingers together. Aiden’s other hand cupped his cheek and he leaned into the touch, letting it ground him. The warmth of Aiden’s palm against his skin calmed the storm, gave him strength to be vulnerable.

“Kids are cruel,” he started, squeezing Aiden’s hand and pressing his forehead against his boyfriend’s. “I was different, pale… too pale, a ghost.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Aiden whispered, looking at Lambert with such adoration that he almost wanted to run. It was too much, too overwhelming, but his gaze didn’t waver. He was stronger than his past. He could learn to take the affection that his boyfriend was so determined to lavish upon him.

“Then I’d start to burn,” he continued before Aiden could distract him, he needed to finish. Perhaps he could get that closure that his therapist was always telling him about. “Fucking lobster!” he spat out, the word bitter in his mouth.

Aiden’s eyes were a burning fire. He was Lambert’s sun, but right now he was a blazing inferno of rage. “I wish I could murder every bastard who made you feel anything less than perfect,” his boyfriend hissed, gritting his teeth and tensing up his jaw.

Lambert rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to Aiden’s forehead. “No one is perfect, love.”

“You are.”

“No, I’m not, and neither are you,” Lambert teased, “but imperfect is beautiful.”

Aiden snorted, shaking his head as he pulled Lambert in for a chaste kiss. “You’ve been hanging out with Jask too much.” Lambert shrugged. He wasn’t going to admit that he’d stolen the line from their friend. He was quite content to plagiarize. No one needed to know. “You’re a bastard, Lamb.”

Lambert grinned. “And you love me.”

Aiden’s own smile turned coy, and Lambert recognized the mischievous glint in his boyfriend’s eyes. His hands slid up the inside of Lambert’s shirt, and he placed a kiss to the corner of Lambert’s mouth. “I promise that I won’t laugh, sweetheart. I just want to enjoy a day in the sun with my boyfriend, and that includes rubbing sunscreen on your back, maybe even your front… anywhere I’m allowed.”

Lambert scoffed, rolling his eyes as he captured Aiden’s lips in a kiss, mostly to shut him up. Not only did Lambert burn easily, but he also blushed brighter than a tomato. It was embarrassing and Aiden loved it. “I’ll still burn,” he mumbled against his boyfriend’s lips.

“Even more reason to make sure I don’t miss a single spot,” Aiden practically purred.

“Can’t believe you’re trying to seduce me with sunscreen,” Lambert groaned, pressing his face into Aiden’s shoulder.

Aiden laughed, and just like that all the tension eased from Lambert’s body. Lambert hated how much the bastard could affect him, he wasn’t used to it. He wasn’t used to letting someone into his heart, but somehow Aiden had managed it. “Is it working?” Aiden asked, his fingers running up the length of Lambert’s spine.

“Maybe.”

“That’s a yes.”

“That’s a maybe, cocky little shit,” Lambert growled.

Aiden cupped Lambert’s cheek, pulling his face up so they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “I love you.”

Lambert smiled, a warmth glowing in his chest. “I love you too,” he mumbled back, his cheeks undoubtedly burning a bright red.

Aiden’s laughter was sweet, a balm against the hurt from his childhood, and Lambert knew that his boyfriend was laughing with him, not at him. He was just happy.

Happy.

That was a thought, Lambert smiled and ducked his head to hide his blush. He rather liked happiness, and happiness was found in Aiden.

“So,” Aiden began, “will you join me on the beach? If you don’t want to we can go home.”

Lambert shook his head, unable to stop smiling, “I’ll join you, but you better make good on that sunscreen promise.”

“You won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” Aiden responded, leading the way toward the beach.

Lambert looked around him, taking in the brilliantly blue sky and the sun's reflection off the waves of the ocean and felt peace. It was long past time for him to make some good associations with the beach and with Aiden by his side, this would undoubtedly be the best association he could make.

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