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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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'Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers'. xx

Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers. Of course, he was three years, a lot of love, and a slight case of separation anxiety too late in remaking that decision, but the thought regularly crossed his mind when he returned to Kaer Morhen for the winter each year.

“What’s that bitter look on your face for?” Lambert asked. He sounded genuine, seemingly disregarding the fact he was holding a pocket knife in one hand and a fistful of blonde curls in the other as he stared at Geralt in utter confusion.

Geralt stared between his brother and the little girl sat on the floor, chewing on a medallion, surrounded by more hair than was left on her head, not that she looked to care at all.

“She had curls,” Geralt said slowly, eyes lingering a little reminiscently on the child before snapping back up to glower at Lambert.

Lambert frowned darkly. He wouldn’t let anyone criticise his work, and he proved so with the clicking of his jaw and the hand—scissor included—that came to sit against his hip. “Your point?”

“Now she doesn’t,” Geralt stated the obvious. He bit his tongue to refrain from provoking Lambert and took one large step forward until he could kneel beside Akela and sift his hand through her hair...or lack thereof.

Lambert scoffed. “She has loads of hair. Don’t be fucking dramatic.”

"I thought we agreed to lower the profanities when the baby’s around,” Eskel said matter-of-factly once he’d entered the room. There was an irking grin on his face as Lambert stuck a middle finger in his direction.

“Fuck off. Geralt thinks I haven’t done a good job with her hair.”

Eskel stopped beside Lambert and looked at Akela, still munching on the medallion. True to Lambert’s words, Geralt did seem to be as distressed as his witcher-persona would let on, ruffling the child’s hair this way and that, brushing off cut pieces on her shoulders and shaking the stray strands that had escaped into her tunic.

Lambert had...done an interesting job. They’d all agreed that Akela had needed a haircut, her beautiful curls growing to such a vision-obscuring length that she’d toddled into a wall just yesterday, but Geralt had unwaveringly insisted that it be a trim. Nothing more, nothing less. Just enough to return her eyesight.

The witcher was far too attached to Akela’s mighty mane, having heard from someone once that most babies’ curls lost their bounce and strength as they grew older. Even with Lambert’s barber skills, Akela still had a good amount atop her head, but apparently that was not enough to tide Geralt over.

“It looks fine,” Eskel said with a small shrug, assuring both Lambert and Geralt.

Lambert grinned. “See! I’m wasted at Kaer Morhen. Should be going around charging people to cut their hair. Isn’t that right, brat, huh?” He dropped the scissors and bent down, swinging the giggling girl up into his arms and leaving Geralt stooped below.

Once Lambert had left, proclaiming he was going to show the others his handiwork, Eskel put a hand between Geralt’s shoulder blades, the both of them silent for a mere second before—

“Would you like a moment to mourn, brother?”

Geralt scowled and batted Eskel’s hand away as he stood to his feet. He pressed his lips into a thin line at the sight of the hairy massacre below, breaking his gaze only when Eskel laughed and clapped him on the back, pulling him away in the direction Lambert had gone.

“It’s just hair, Geralt,” he said, “it’ll grow back.”

Geralt hummed. “Let’s hope Lambert has the same optimism when I cut his off while he sleeps tonight.”

Witcher Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

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dat-carovieh · 2 years

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Pawlow's Witcher

Ship: Lambert/Geralt (minor Geraskier, minor Lambden)

Rating: E

Wordcount: 2.7k

Chapters: 2

Tags: PWP (in first Chapter), Smut, open relationships, Lambert has a kink for cat armor, Geralt has a cat armor, Armor Kink, Wall Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Face Fucking, Oral Sex, Fluff, Fluff and smut, Rough Sex

Geralt and Lambert fuck, but Geralt is in a Relationship with Jaskier and Lambert with Aiden.

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Chapter 1

After a week of travel, Geralt finally entered the keep again for the winter. He was leading Roach by the reins into the yard. He couldn’t see anyone out here, so he first stabled Roach and went through the gate into the inner yard. He could see Lambert sparring with a training dummy.

As soon as the gate closed behind Geralt, Lambert turned around and looked at him.

“I see, you need to start with the basics in practice again,” Geralt teased.

Lambert didn’t answer, he just stared at Geralt.

“Are you alright?” Geralt asked, stepping closer, now actually a little concerned.

“Yeah, just… what are you wearing?” Lambert asked, still looking like his mind was not quite there. Geralt looked down at his dark blue armor.

“Oh this? It’s from the cat school. I managed to find some diagrams and had it crafted. Not cheap, but it’s a hell of a good set of armor,” Geralt explained. A familiar smell hit his nose; one he hadn’t expected right now. “Lambert, are you… aroused?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lambert looked guilty, which meant that he was aroused, for some reason. It seemed to be connected to the armor, too.

“No?” the younger Witcher answered. Geralt chuckled.

“Sure, very believable. Anyway, wanna fuck?” It’s not like he would say no to some spontaneous sex. The last week had been taxing and he and Jaskier had split up for the winter two weeks ago.

Next thing Geralt knew was that he got thrown against a wall, the air pressed out of his lungs and Lambert was in front of him his body pressed against Geralt’s, crashing their lips together. That seemed to be a ‘yes’. He was a little surprised, since he had nearly forgotten how rough it could get between Witchers.

He and Jaskier also had rough sex from time to time but he was still human and could not throw Geralt around like that. Lambert gripped Geralt’s hair and pulled his head pack against the wall. He could feel Lambert’s hard dick pressing against his own and bucked forward with a groan. This treatment had gotten him going really quickly.

Lambert was already fumbling with the laces of Geralt’s trousers and pulled them down, freeing his cock and ass. Geralt had used the time, to get open Lambert’s. He closed his hand around Lamberts cock and squeezed, making him moan and thrust up against him.

“Ugh, we don’t have any oil,” Lambert complained. Geralt shoved his hand into his pocket and produced a small vial, which he held up.

“How do you happen to just carry this around in your fucking pockets?” Lambert asked, confused. Geralt smirked.

“I happen to travel with a bard. Comes in handy, to always have something with me,” he explained. Lambert grumbled something and snatched the vial out of Geralt’s hand. Then two hands grabbed his shoulders and roughly turned him around. One arm pressed against his shoulder blades and pushed him firmly against the wall.

One finger breached his entrance and pushed deep inside of him, quickly a second was quickly added, thrusting into him hard. Instinctively, Geralt pushed back against the fingers. Lambert withdrew them and Geralt felt his cock pressing into him. He went slowly at first, but then Geralt started to moan and Lambert thrust the whole way in.

“Aiden,” the younger Witcher moaned, he snapping his hips back and forth.

“What?” Geralt asked and turned his head with a crooked smile. He had never heard that name before and now he was curious who that was. “Who’s Aiden?” he asked conversationally.

“Shut up, idiot,” Lambert growled. He grabbed a fistful of Geralt’s hair and pushed his head against the wall, making the stone scratch at Geralt’s cheek and thrust into him forcefully. That was truly interesting. That would be interesting to find out more about, but that was a task for later.

Lambert closed his hand around Geralt’s cock and started jerking him off. Geralt’s fingers dug against the wall as he came and he felt Lambert spilling his cum inside him with another deep thrust.

Silently Geralt decided he should wear that armor more often during the winter if that would lead to more amazing fucks like that one. He pulled up and closed his trousers again and tried to make his hair look at least somewhat decent again. He didn’t need to look like he had just been fucked when he went in. Not that Vesemir wouldn’t be able to smell it.

They entered through the main doors and Vesemir was already waiting for them, his arms crossed.

“Hello Geralt, good to see you have arrived. Could you two remind me, what are the rules about fucking in the common areas?” he asked. Apparently, he had also seen them.

Both looked to the ground, embarrassed.

“Not to do it,” Geralt answered. Lambert of course didn’t say anything. He stared at the ground, dragging his foot around. He had always let the others do the talking in situations like that.

“Exactly,” Vesemir agreed. “Now come here.” He opened his arms to hug Geralt welcome. “Now go get your stuff up to your room and be down for dinner. And Lambert, I think you were supposed to train. Off you go.”

“Yes, Vesemir,” both of them said at the same time, leaving in different directions.

“So, Lambert, tell me about Aiden. Who is he?” Geralt asked during dinner. Eskel and Vesemir looked up, interested.

“None of your fucking business, asshole,” Lambert answered grumpily and shoveled soup into his mouth.

“Aiden?” Eskel asked curiously.

“Oh, he moaned that name while fucking me earlier. Is our little Lambert in love?” Geralt teased.

“Didn’t you only just arrive? How have you already been fucking?” Eskel asked. Vesemir rolled his eyes.

“Does that really need to be discussed at the dinner table?” he asked.

“For once, I agree with the old man,” Lambert grumbled.

“Of course, you do,” Geralt said and turned to Eskel. “Anyway, seems to have something to do with the cat school armor I wore,” Geralt explained.

“Shut up, asshole,” Lambert commented while staring into his soup.

“I take that as a ‘yes”. So, Lambert is in love with someone called Aiden. And he seems to wear cat school armor. So, a cat Witcher?” Geralt deducted and leaned back in his chair proudly. Lambert took his fork and threw it without looking at Geralt, who caught it just before it could hit his face.

“So I’m right,” he said, nodding as he put the fork on the table.

Eskel was quietly giggling into his soup and even Vesemir couldn’t hide his smile behind his bowl.

“Tell us about your boyfriend,” Eskel demanded.

“Hmpf, yes he’s from the school of the cat. We met during a contract.”

“You actually managed to get yourself a boyfriend?” Geralt said, impressed. “Our little Lambert really fell in love,” he teased and ruffled his hair.

“Shut up, prick,” Lambert answered.

Winter had come fast and it was cold outside. Geralt and Eskel had still been outside sparring, while Lambert had gotten the task of preparing dinner for everyone. Vesemir was somewhere else in the keep looking after some stuff. Geralt didn’t really care. Eskel had announced that he would go and take a long hot bath. Geralt had different plans and headed to the kitchen. It was not really necessary for training, but Geralt had put on his cat school armor.

“Lambert, how is dinner coming along?” he asked cheerfully. Lambert turned around and immediately Geralt smelled the faint scent of arousal in the air. He smiled, that had gone exactly like he’d hoped.

“You asshole, you’re doing that on purpose,” Lambert growled and walked up to Geralt. Geralt smirked.

“Absolutely.”

Lambert grabbed Geralt, turned him around and bent him over the next table. He felt Lambert bending over him.

“You got the oil?” he asked.

“Sure, in my pocket,” Geralt answered and felt Lambert’s hand sliding into his pocket, feeling around near his crotch. An involuntary gasp escaped him.

Seconds later, his trousers were pulled down and two fingers breached his entrance without hesitation. Geralt grabbed the edge of the table to hold on.

“Ah come on, I can take you dick,” he said grinning and wiggling his ass.

“Fucking idiot,” Lambert muttered. He pulled out his finger and thrust his dick in in one smooth motion. Geralt giggled lowly, enjoying the hard pace. This winter would be so much fun, even without Jaskier here.

“I. Fucking. Hate. You.” Lambert growled, emphasizing each word with a thrust. Geralt nearly choked between amused giggles and moans, his body shaking violently. Suddenly, Lambert stopped, pulled out and flipped him around. He looked at Lambert's reddened face, which looked angry but also concerned. For some reason, Geralt couldn’t hold himself together anymore and broke into laughter.

“Fuck you, Geralt. Next time, I’m not stopping even if you cry me a river, you son of a bitch,” Lambert growled.

“Sure thing, should I turn around again?” he asked cheerfully. Lambert just glared at him and Geralt decided if he wanted to come, he should probably do it.

Lambert’s fingers dug into his hip as he thrust in again, making Geralt groan. Angry fucking wasn’t anything he did often and it was really damn good. Especially with someone who also had the strength of a Witcher.

The door flew open and someone walked in two steps before stopping.

“Are you fucking serious?” Vesemir yelled at them. Geralt turned his head to him.

“No, I’m in fact fucking laughing, or getting fucked, anyways. He on the other hand is fucking seriously, and angrily, I might add,” Geralt explained and pointed at Lambert.

“Oh, sweet Melitele,” Vesemir muttered and turned around. "What did I do to deserve this?"

Before closing the door again, he turned his head to them. “Just finish quickly. We want to eat,” he added, sounding defeated.

"Maybe we really should do that in private next time," Geralt considered.

“Can you just shut up?” Lambert asked.

“Make me,” Geralt challenged him. He was pulled up from the table and forced to his knees, facing Lambert. This was taking an interesting turn. Geralt had no reason to object. He obediently opened his mouth as Lambert pressed his head against his cock. That was certainly a way to shut him up, Geralt thought, but he saw no reason to complain. Lambert fisted both hands in his hair to hold him in place and fucked into his mouth. Geralt gripped his own dick and jerked himself off. Between his own hand on his cock, Lambert's pulling on his hair, and the hot, hard prick in his mouth, it didn't take him long to spill over his hand. Nearly at the same time he tasted the salty cum of the other Witcher in his mouth and swallowed everything. He stood up and pulled his pants up again.

“I know, you hate talking about feelings, or mostly deny you even have any but if you ever want to talk about Aiden, I’m happy to listen,” Geralt offered. Lambert growled.

“Anyway, as long as you are happy with him, I’m happy for you. You should bring him next time.”

Chapter 2

They sat together for a while that evening, drinking a little, until it was very late. Geralt was just about to settle for the night. He felt light due to the alcohol and would probably be able to get a good nights sleep.

He was disturbed by a knock on his door.

“Yeah?” he asked. The door opened carefully and Lambert poked his head in.

“What’s up? Need a goodnight fuck before bed?” he joked and grinned. Lambert frowned.

“Can I come in?” Lambert asked carefully, much calmer than usually. Lambert asked carefully, much calmer than usual. Something serious, then. Geralt made an inviting gesture and Lambert stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Geralt settled on his bed and leaned against the headboard.

“Do you want to sit down?” he asked. Lambert didn’t seem too sure about it. For now, he seemed to decide to keep standing and crossed his arms.

“So, what’s going on?” Geralt asked.

“You said, if I wanted to talk...” Lambert didn’t finish the sentence, but Geralt understood.

“So, Aiden?” he prompted, hoping it would get Lambert to talk. But he didn’t seem to know how to start.

“Uhm, can you tell me about Jaskier and you?” he asked. At hearing the name, Geralt sat up and smiled brightly. He couldn’t even do anything about that.

“If that helps you. He’s different from other people. He treats me like I’m a human. He is not scared of me, never has been. He knows I could snap him in half with my bare hands and he’s still is not scared in the slightest. He talks back to me, tells me when I’m acting stupid and he isn’t afraid to challenge me. I think that’s something I needed. But he also looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, while so many people are disgusted when they see me. He has never been afraid to touch me. It freaked me out in the beginning, but I got used to it. He knows when I need a hug, sometimes he just sits in my lap. And at night cuddles up to me. I feel good when he is there.”

Lambert seemed to relax a little and finally sat down on the edge of Geralt’s bed.

“Do you miss him?” Lambert asked.

“Yes, a lot,” Geralt answered. He had barely thought about anything else than Jaskier, since they a had gone their separate ways for the winter. Lambert looked up from his fidgeting hands and at Geralt.

“I miss Aiden,” he said. Geralt smiled. “You love him?”

Lambert pressed his lips into a small line and nodded.

“Do you want to tell me about him?” Geralt asked carefully.

“You already know he is from the cat school. I know, cats have a bad reputation, but Aiden isn’t like that. He cares for people, wants to help them.”

Lambert was still awkwardly sitting at the edge of Geralt’s bed.

“Ugh, come here,” Geralt said, but Lambert just looked at him, confused. Geralt grabbed his hips and dragged the younger Witcher over the bed, so he could lean against Geralt’s chest. He wrapped his arms around Lambert and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Seriously?” Lambert asked sounding annoyed.

“Yes, seriously. You clearly need a hug right now. I know you hate admitting it, just take it.”

Lambert still mumbled something but settled against Geralt’s chest.

“Aiden always knows how to talk to people, how to talk to me. I’m different when I’m with him. Less angry.”

“Hmm, you seem less angry now, just talking about him,” Geralt agreed. Lambert nodded and smiled fondly.

“I have never seen you smile like that,” Geralt said. “When you smile it’s usually sarcastic.”

“I once saw Aiden kill two men at the same time with his bare hands, when we were attacked. That was hot. I bet your bard can’t do that,” Lambert said beaming.

“Not with his bare hands, but I have to take all stabby things from him when we enter a town, in case someone insults me or looks at me the wrong way. He’ll still try to attack them, but at least no one dies…mostly.”

“That’s a feral little shit, you got there,” Lambert said, grinning.

“Yeah, I love him.”

They sat in silence for a while and Lambert seemed to think about something.

“When you said, I managed to get myself a boyfriend, did you mean... you thought I couldn’t find someone who loves me?” Lambert asked quietly.

“Mainly I’m surprised you actually allowed someone to get close to you. Also, I wanted to tease you,” Geralt answered, laughing a bit.

“He seems to be good for you. Make sure he knows, you love him.” Lambert only hummed lowly seeming to already be falling asleep. Geralt moved them both in a lying position and pulled Lambert against his chest again.

“Sleep well, little pup,” he whispered, using the name, he had given him decades ago, when Lambert had still been in training and Geralt had calmed him during his night terrors.

#Lambert x Geralt #my writing #my Witcher Writing #The Witcher

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ficsforfundota · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Lambert Characters: Lambert (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: Witcher Bows and Arrows Valentine's Day Event, witchers valentines, shower scene, Yelling, Arguing, Break Up, sorry - Freeform, Angst, breaking up, Dishes, Angst without a happy ending, angst and hurt, no comfort, Leaving, Loss of Feelings, a single small mention of some attempted smut, big RIP honestly, i nearly made myself cry with this one, I dont know how to tag anymore, writing challenge, Hurt Lambert (The Witcher), Angry Geralt, Loss of Control, What is Love (Baby Dont Hurt Me), Sorry youre gonna get hurt, Some crying, mentions of Yennefer/Jaskier Series: Part 13 of Feburary events Summary:

Mature for Swearing, and a shower seen with an attempt at some smut but its a bit of a sad time.

Geralt and Lambert have been struggling, its been a long time coming and finally when the dishes in the sink need cleaning someone snaps.

#Witchers Bow and Arrows #Witcher Valentines #Lambert/Geralt #Lambert x Geralt #geralt z rivii #lambert #witcher #break up scene

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annmarcus63 · 5 months

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The thing is that nothing is the same, not after Lambert pointed out, in a deeply impolite manner, that Jaskier, despite his best efforts, is Geralt's whore. But no, it couldn't be, could it? They have been together for over eight years now. Yes, they sort of broke up on the mountain but they're back together now, aren't they?

But the real problem here is not the years but the way Geralt treats their relationship. In fact, Lambert has helped him to open his eyes.

How he treats Yen and how he treats him.

The truth is that Jaskier has made peace with the fact that he'll always be second best. That Geralt lo... cares for him but not as he cares for her.

They say that the evil is in the details.

Geralt shows no affection to him outside the bedroom. Geralt is distant, and this has never bothered him, because he always thought that Geralt was like that with everyone else.

He never touches him, not a pat on the arm, not a caress on the cheek, just like he's doing it now with Yen. Geralt never looks at him like that, with so much fervor and devotion.

He doesn't even look at him like that in the bedroom, not even when the witcher is fucking into him and whispering how good he feels.

So Jaskier starts an experiment. He won't look for Geralt, he'll just wait and see.

And oh, how he observes the unspoken words of love that Geralt holds back everytime Yen is nearby. How he'll reach out to her, only to feel her, and the way he leans closer to smell her perfume, lilacs and gooseberries.

He wonders if Jaskies smells good to him.

Geralt catches him looking at them, a longing expression on his face surely, and sends him a quizzical look but Jaskier shrugs it off, as if his entire heart wasn't weeping.

And Jaskier is afraid to ask, first of all, Geralt has never reacted well to Jaskier's serious talks, so... yeah, he's afraid.

But of course, how could he be anything more than a bed warmer when it took him twelve years to get the witcher's attention. It only took Yen an hour for Geralt to fall head over heels in love with her.

Days passed and Jaskier stood staring at the ceiling of his bedroom waiting for Geralt, tears trickled down his pillow as he heard him pass towards Yen's room.

#geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #i call this soft angst #Geralt doesn't appreciate Jaskier #Lambert #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt x jaskier

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shy-urban-hobbit · 8 months

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Due to his school being a little more diverse in the contracts it accepts (assassination, theft, etc), you can bet Aiden's going be a pretty passable actor, or at least have some decent improv skills when the occasion calls for it. Jaskier is a bard and a spy - enough said.

So, picture the two of them engaging in a friendly one upmanship of situations they've had to bullshit their way out of while Lambert and Geralt just sit listening in mute horror and strongly considering child harnesses for their SO's because 'fucking hell, how are these two actually still alive??!!?'

Geralt: I'm never letting you out of my sight again.

Jaskier: I know Love. Finish your porridge.

Lambert: Wait, that was when....where the fuck was I during all this?

Aiden: I snuck out when you were occupied at the Inn. We weren't even fucking at that point and you looked like you were getting somewhere with that Skellige bloke, I didn't want to interrupt. Besides, it should have been just a quick in and out.

Jaskier: Is that what Lambert said to the Skellige bloke?

*Lambert starts spluttering and choking around his mouthful of small ale while Aiden just about falls out of his seat he's laughing so hard.*

#the witcher #the witcher headcanon #geraskier #witcher jaskier #jaskier #jaskier x geralt #geralt x jaskier #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt/jaskier #Geralt #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert

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thedemonofcat · 2 months

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To put it nicely, It’s widely known that the Pankratz family are very open about who they love. To put it bluntly, they're a family of slut’s

Soon, it’s discovered that every member of Kear Morhen has, at one point been in a relationship with a Pankratz.

Vessimir was in one with Jaskier's Grandmother, apparently even when Jaskier’s father was born. They're looking into that.

Eskel had a minor fling with Jaskier's sister one summer.

Lamber and Aiden were in a threesome with one of Jaskier's uncles

Coen at a one-night stand with Jaskier's brother

Not even Yennefer, who had a brief encounter with Jaskier's cousin.

Currently, Ciri has not been at any meeting with the Pankratz family. Which is probably a good thing since her Jaskier happens to be a distant cousins.

And there, Geralt and Jaskier

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loosketches · 6 months

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Aiden and Lambert against the wyvern! (Or Lambert coming to save Aiden's ass! And how I see them meeting for the first time! ) Been working on this illustration for a few days and I'm quite happy to be done with it! Definetly learned a lot about light during the process! Thanks to my friends and roomates for their feedbacks!!

small preview of the sketch below!

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geraltofriviagwynbleidd · 1 year

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Witchers are lonely hunters, however Wolf's school has always been special. This time, the brothers in arms met together in a local tavern, receiving an order for a strzyga. 4 years have passed since the death of the baron, and there is still a mess in Velen. It's so recklessly to prevent a witcher from drinking, and to prevent a two witchers is already a madness bordering on weak-mindedness.

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 10 months

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witchers x maleficent!/fae!reader

summary: how witcher characters would react to someone having maleficent type horns/wings and magic

notes: got this out just in time for the new season phew

warnings: gn!reader, lambert the middle schooler, jaskier's composing

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @lu-in-the-library @sunndust (msg me to be added!)

based on this request | masterlist | requests are OPEN!

Geralt

He’s mostly just praying that fate isn’t throwing another curveball at him

Sureeee he’ll spend time with you!! (his fingers are crossed and he’s praying let them be normal let them be normal

Will end up totally accepting you, but he doesn’t love the attention that comes from being a witcher in the company of a fae

He secretly adores your wings

Jaskier

Immediately in song-writing mood

Will make up things about your life to fabricate contents for his ballads

Won’t treat you very different from his other ~weird~ friends

Loves loves loves the attention that comes with it (read: basks in it like the sun)

Yennefer

Yen is fascinated

The academic in her wants to tell her colleagues

And the girl who was all alone and abandoned in her absolutely adores you

You’d do good to make sure that she’s on your side, or she might sell you out

Definitely wants a piece of your magic either way

Ciri

Poor ciri

Eugh she just wants some friends

That don’t die…

She loves your horns and wings

Definitely adores you for also being *different* and having your own magic thing going on

Eskel

He adores your wings

If there is a wing care routing, please let this man do it

Otherwise, he might invent a conditioner-potion for your wings

Don’t scare him in the beginning though, or you may get stabbed

Lambert

Has the reaction of a seventh-grader

Might literally go woahhhhhh

Big hater, but not against you

Will protect you, but will also ask you if you can carry stuff with your horns constantly

Yeah becoming a christmas tree-esque creature may be a con

Coen

Coen honestly just enjoys a helping hand

Your magic will in fact be contributing to his work

Tbf he also makes sure you don’t get killed by angry farmers

The whole thing starts off as a symbiotic relationship but will turn into a friendship (if not more hehe)

Vesemir

Bro does not trust you

Thots and prayers girldude

Oh you have horns and wings? LIKE A MONSTER??

Unless one of his witchers (read:children) introduces you to him, he may attempt murder

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jonkentsglasses · 1 year

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IN THE SPAN OF THE SAME FUCKING WEEK WE GET SUPERMAN BUT LOSE GERALT

HENRY SAID THAT HE'LL ONLY CONTINUE THEE ROLE IF THE SHOW STAYED TRUE TO THE BOOKS. NETFLIX IF TOU CAN'T EVEN STAY TRUE TO A FUCKING BOOK THEN CANCEL THE FUCKING SHOW

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geraskierfanficprompts · 3 days

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Prompt 16

Jaskier gifts Geralt something at least once a month. A silly horse knick-knack that reminded him of Roach, some rock he found, a flower (that's the most frequent). New gloves, new boots, gear, a sword sharpener, really, at least once a year Geralt has something new that means the world to him. So he keeps them all in his room in Kaer Morhen. Which means that every winter his brothers start trying to squeeze out information about who gives him these presents. Year by year, Lambert and Eskel tackle him and demand to know who gives him PERSONALIZED HAIR-TIES, GERALT! PERSONALIZED HAIR-TIES! AND IS THAT A FUCKING THROW PILLOW WITH FLOWERS ON IT!?

One year, they finally, FINALLY, get out the information that it's the bard he travels with. But surely if he gives him this many gifts and has stayed this many years, he should be spending at least one winter in Kaer Morhen with them, right? Geralt gets all sheepish and snaps at them to leave it alone and to stop bringing up "Jask." Well! A brother's gotta do what a brother's gotta do. Thus commences Lambert and Eskel's race to see who can find Geralt's bard first, and invite him up for the winter so they can wingman their poor emotionally constipated brother

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