#netflix lambert

[ladycibia]

I came across your blog a month ago and fell in love with your art <33 and um I'm in a netflix lambert high (??) right now and so uh... may i request chibi lambert with extra floofy hair?

so floofy he's a cloud now

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[honeywitchers]

Washed Away

A/N:  This is from another one of my blogs that I decided to seperate my Witcher content from.  I plan on deleting the original from that blog so if you have seen this before under a different name I promise I didn’t steal the story!

Pairing: Netflix!Lambert x Fem!Reader

Content and Warnings:  Fem!Reader, no use of Y/N, term of endearment “Dove” is used, established marriage, strong language it’s Lambert come on

Word Count:  1,755

Summary:  While Lambert is ventured out on a hunt, his wife becomes trapped in their leaky cottage due to terrible flooding.

The cottage you and Lambert shared was nothing to be impressed by.  It was small, creaky, leaky, and the wooden floors often came with a high risk of splinters.  On the days it rained, you spent most of your time finding spare buckets and other random containers to place underneath the spots in the roof that allowed rainfall to pass through freely.  

On the days it was sunny and breezy, you forgot everything that was really wrong with your home, enjoying the natural breeze squeezing through the cracks to cool off you and your three month old Irish wolfhound pup, who your beloved Lambert brought home after a particularly long hunt.  He claimed that the pup refused to leave his side after he found her owner dead, unlucky enough to have been killed by an Alghoul.  Even after he left the desecrated village, the small puppy continued to follow him.  Now, she was the innocent loving little creature who kept you company while Lambert was out on hunts.  She made you feel less alone and made it easier to cope with his absence.  

Today was a time where the thick droplets of rain were invading your home. Buckets you found inside of the horse barn behind your cottage littered the floors throughout the living room and kitchen.  Your puppy, Blair, investigated each and every bucket with her nose, nudging each one as she sniffed them. Her ears perked up from the sounds of the water splashing up from the filled pool of water and hitting the sides of the metallic containers.  You were worried about water damage and if your struggling home would hold up, and Blair was having the time of her life.  What a playful pup she was.

“Maybe when Lambchop returns home, he’ll see if he can fix some of these holes in the roof….whaddya think, girl?”  You spoke to Blair, bending over to lightly scratch the top of her head, smiling as she squeaked in delight.  Your hand proved to be more interesting than the bucket now.

As soon as you moved your hand away from petting her, she returned to sniffing the buckets, her curiosity once again taking over.  You stood up with a huff, looking around your home, truly taking in how subpar the interior was at the moment.  You swore if you took a wrong step, your foot would go straight through the beaten down and rotted floorboards.  With this somewhat heavy rain, you weren’t sure how much longer the roof was going to hold.  All you could do was think about how badly you wished for Lambert to come back soon.  The lack of his presence made you feel uneasy.

The rainy day came and went, the next few turning out to be just the same.  A seemingly never ending rain was now beginning to swiftly flood the path leading up to your shared cottage.  If the water rose any higher over the next couple of days, you and your helpless pup were going to be trapped.  

Lambert’s hunting expeditions were extremely unpredictable, so you were never quite sure when he would return home….or if he would return.  Still, you found yourself peeking out the half unhinged front door to the cottage twice every hour, hoping to see his chestnut colored horse, Seraphina, who he affectionately named due to her fiery personality.  To your dismay, each peek came with nothing but disappointment.  Only rising rain waters and strong gusts of wind threatened you from the unforgiving outdoors.  

The following night, you decided you were going to give your most desperate attempt at bringing Lambert home sooner.  You brought Blair into your bedroom and closed the door behind you, trying to keep her away from the flood waters that had inched their way inside of the cottage and leaked halfway out into your living room.  She whined in protest when you picked her up originally but quickly found comfort and peace curled up at the end of your bed.  Seeing this made you wish you could find the same amount of bliss without Lambert filling one side of the bed.  You didn’t know what else to do.  Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you knelt down onto the rough floor, leaning your elbows on the edge of the mattress.  You began to pray to the gods.  You prayed for his faster return, his safe return, and you prayed that the gods would listen in the first place.  When you were done, you still felt an uncomfortable emptiness.  He still was not home and rainwater still threatened the already questionable stability of your home.  How were you going to get yourself through this?

Morning came as slowly as it ever had, you spending most of the night lying awake and waiting for the water to inevitably reach your bedroom.  This time, however, as dawn appeared, rays of sunshine appeared with it.  The warmth of the light felt almost unfamiliar after days of cold and wet fear.  Using the light to your advantage, you glanced down to check the state of your bedroom floor. Sure enough, to your horror, the water beneath you was slowly lapping at the edge of your bed.  You awoke Blair from her unaware slumber, clutching her close to you.  Rather than the rain and flooding soaking her fur, your tears were doing the job just as well.  

You were out of hope.  Your will was slowly and painfully being drowned under the relentless and unforgiving waters.  The front of your cottage was surely lost, furniture and food with it.  There were no other horses residing in the barn, as you weren’t typically one for adventure and travel, contrasting the man you had fallen in love with.  Clothes that usually had their place in the homemade trunk in the corner of your bedroom were now floating on the surface of the murky cold waters mixing with the mud and grit on the ground.  You had nothing but Blair, and nowhere to go.  Nowhere to escape.

“Dove?!?”

You lifted your sunken head and wiped some of the tears staining your face. Were you hearing things?  Was that a voice, or the gods taunting you?

“Dove?!?  You in here?  Son of a bitch, you better be alive in here, woman!”  

No.  You knew that voice.  That voice was warmth.

“Lambert??”  You called out, your voice hoarse and trembling.  “Lambert, is that you?!?”

“Yes, it’s me!  What in the ever living fuck are you still doing here?”  Lambert’s voice was getting closer, the sounds of heavy sloshing water accompanying it.

“Where was I gonna go, Lamb, you’ve got Seraphina with you!  I can’t exactly ride Blair out into the woods!”  Blair started to lick your face as you spoke.

“Shit, shit, for FUCK’S SAKE!  I’m coming!”

You let out a sigh of relief.  Your rugged off roading husband was on his way to you and your sweet pup.

“Wait, are you trudging through the water and mud?”  

“Ah, not exactly, dove.  Think my trousers would be torn to shreds in this thick shit.”  Lambert answered, his voice sounding like he was merely inches away from the bedroom door.

Then you heard it.  A loud but quick neighing came from outside the door.  The gods certainly couldn’t be playing a joke on you now.

“Lamb….my love….did you bring your horse into the house?”

“Well, how else was I gonna carry you out of here?  I’m just thinkin’ smart!  Seraphina’s a lot taller than I am, Dove.”

You rolled your eyes at your self proclaimed genius of a husband, although still more than thankful that he was there to rescue you.  Just a moment later, your bedroom door slowly creaked open, resisting against the rising water.  

“Holy shit.”  Lambert cussed.

He eyed the water that was starting to rise above the edge of the mattress you were huddled on, thinly coating the bottom of Blair’s paws.  The hem of the silken nightgown on your figure was beginning to flow with the water.

“Alright, let’s go before you turn into a Drowner.  I’m not into that.”

“Lambert, you find humor in the weirdest things, you know.”

Lambert shrugged his shoulders and reached down to grab Blair as you held her up in the air, wanting to keep her safe before yourself.  After the pup was seated on his lap, he reached into a pouch on the side of Seraphina’s saddle and pulled out a leather strap with a buckle on it.  

“Hold still, ya little shit.”  Lambert scolded as he tried to prop up Blair against his chest.  As soon as she calmed down more and lessened her wiggling, he gently wrapped the strap around himself and the confused puppy, locking the buckle in place to create a secure holder for her.  “Arms up, Dove.”

You stood and balanced yourself using the posts to the headboard on the now soaked bed, reaching your arms out to meet Lambert’s.

“Jump!”  Lambert ordered.

You did as he said without question and jumped up, your landing being supported by his weight.  You didn’t quite make it to the top of Seraphina’s saddle, your feet submerging and dragging through the opaque water. 

“Son of a bitch!”  Lambert grunted as he caught your body, using his upper strength to lift you up the rest of the way.

 After you shifted yourself to properly sit on the horse, he directed her out of the bedroom, into the living room, and out of the cottage.  The water was so deep and caked in layers of mud that the sound of Seraphina’s hooves were seemingly mute. 

“Lamb….where are we gonna go?”

A heavy silence filled the air.

“The flood just took our home….we have nothing.”  You continued, your voice cracking.

“Not to be a sappy shit but, Dove, you’re my home.  Wherever we go, I’ll be home as long as I’ve got ya’.”

You leaned forward to rest your cheek on your husband’s back.  Just moments ago, you were fearing for your life and wondering if your grave was going to be the dark and cold depths of the floods, afraid that your precious pup was going to share the same fate.  Now, you were atop your love’s prized horse off to find another home, snuggled into his back, with Blair strapped in safely against his front like she were a human child.  You knew he loved that pup, and there was nothing he could say now to convince you otherwise.

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[queenxxxsupreme]

He Comes With The Storm (Lambert x reader)

A/N: Hi babes! I know it’s been a while, but my summer has yet to be a chill and relaxed one. But I will continue to write what I can, when I can :)

Warnings: nothing outside of canon, 

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Lambert comes home.

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A clap of thunder made you jump, your hand coming to cover your heart. 

Your cat, Bread, meowed loudly and weaved between your legs. 

“It’s just a little thunderstorm, handsome boy.” You leaned down to pet his head. 

You returned to the soup you were making, stirring a few bay leaves into the pot. 

Even though it was late in the evening and the sun had long since set, you were just getting around to making dinner for yourself. Time had escaped you earlier in the day. You found a rather intriguing book and dived into it, losing all sense of time as the day went by quickly.

The next thing you knew, it was nighttime and a thunderstorm had rolled in. 

Bread meowed again, rubbing against your calf. 

“You’ve already had your dinner, silly.” You smiled down at him. 

A sudden echoing thud against the front down made you jolt, a squeak of surprise escaping your lips. Your hand slapped over your mouth as you listened for the noise again. 

Your heart began to race in your chest at the possibilities of what could have caused the noise. A fallen branch? Debris the heavy wind could have stirred up? A person even?

The thud came again. 

Goosebumps began to rise on your skin. There was no way the wind caused that noise. It had to be someone. 

Who the hell would be at your door at such a time of night and in the middle of a storm?

Worries began to swarm your mind. They mustn’t be here for anything good.

You picked up Bread and began to take slow, quiet steps towards the hall that led to your room. 

“Y/N– Fuck!” A familiar voice shouted. “I can hear you in there! It’s just me!”

You put Bread down on to a chair and hurried to the door. You pulled it open, then quickly pulled Lambert into your home. 

He was soaked to the bone and his red ringlets were disheveled from the wind and the rain. 

He let the satchel over his shoulder fall to the floor, then he took the sheath for his swords off. 

“I didn’t know you’d be coming so early in the spring.” You picked up his satchel and placed it on the table.

As you turned to face him, his arms suddenly embraced you and he kissed your lips. You were pleasantly surprised by the kiss. Your hands came to hold his shoulder and his cheek, fingertips brushing over his scruffy jaw. 

“Missed you.” He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closing. 

“I missed you too.” You smiled. “And as much as I love your hugs, I am not a fan of getting my clothes wet.”

He stepped back, looking down at his attire. 

“All my shit’s drenched from the fuckin’ rain.” Lambert moved to his satchel. 

“I think I have one or two pairs of your trousers from last autumn.” You turned to go to your room.

Lambert followed behind you. 

“How are Vesemir and your brothers doing?” 

“Vesemir’s good. Old bastard’s still runnin’ around annoyin’ the piss outta whoever he comes across.”

“He only annoys you.” You grinned a little. 

Once you were in your room, you began to search the wardrobe for the trousers you had folded away months ago. 

“What of Eskel, Coen, and Geralt? Anything exciting with those boys?”

“Geralt brought his bard. He was annoying too, like a little gnat always yapping.”

“Who doesn’t annoy you?” You paused your search to look over to your witcher, a teasing grin playing on your lips. “Me?”

“Nah. Everyone annoys me.” He grinned. 

“Hmm. I’ll keep that one in mind.” 

“Coen got himself a new nasty scar just across his collarbone. Said a pair of griffins did it to him.”

“Oh, you boys worry me– Aha!” You found the trousers and pulled them out. “There. You can change into that and then come out to the kitchen. Dinner should be done momentarily.”

“You made me dinner? How sweet of you.” The witcher teased, taking the trousers from you. 

In truth, you had just made enough soup for a couple days, so there was plenty for him. 

“Get out of your wet clothes. We’ll string a line up in the front room so your clothes can dry quicker.” You smiled at him, your hand lingering on his arm before you began to make your way towards the door. 

But Lambert caught your hand, ushering you to stay for just a moment. 

“I really did miss you, bug.” His voice was quiet. He squeezed your fingers gently. 

“Missed you too, Lambert.” You smiled. 

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[seidenbros]

If you’re still doing the song prompt requests, could you please do Little Too Much with Lambert? Those lyrics just scream him. Thanks so much. I hope you’re having a great day!

Hello my dear! First of all: SO sorry that it took so long to write this, but somehow I wasn't able to concentrate on requests the last couple of days, but here we are now and you are right with these lyrics screaming Lambert's name. This is not what I had in mind at first, but it somehow wrote itself. So I hope, you do enjoy this <3

(Taken from this list and here are some other prompts, but feel free to request anything <3)

Word Count: 1273 Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

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“Lambert!” you yelled after him after he'd left you standing there in the middle of an argument to go outside and get some fresh air. It was ridiculous, the way he was behaving, but to be fair, you should be used to that by now. It was always like this. Sometimes, little things would lead to an argument, to yelling, and to Lambert walking out on you before he said something he regretted. Maybe, it was for the better, but you hated when things got like this between the two of you right before you went to bed. It was already dark outside, you were tired, and maybe that was why you'd reacted like this, because this time, you'd made a mountain out of a molehill.

Lambert had been gone for days on a hunt – or rather more than one. You'd been looking forward to his return, to spending time with him. He'd only said hello to you once he'd arrived before he'd taken a bath. He'd needed it. Desperately. He'd been covered in blood and probably guts, which was something you were kind of used to, and since you'd missed him so much, you would have loved a little kiss, instead of waiting for him to finish his bath for that. He could have asked you to join him, but he hadn't because he'd been in a foul mood.

Once he'd emerged from his bath, he looked clean at least, but his mood hadn't improved. No proper welcome had followed, and instead, he'd just put his stuff everywhere. It had been the missing kiss, that had made your own mood shift, that had made you get angry with him for something that usually didn't bother you. His clothes lying around weren't a problem, because you were usually so happy to see him that you didn't mind or picked them up without a word. But today, after he'd more or less ignored you, you'd gotten angry.

You still were,especially because he'd left you standing there in the kitchen to take care of his horse. You knew that he'd already done that, because he always did that before he entered the house. Maybe, he needed some fresh air to cool down, but you weren't having it. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you shoulders because it was cold outside.

You found him sitting there, but he looked like he was in pain. When he realised that you were there, though, you could see him stiffen. He turned away slightly, looking into the distance.

“You know...” you started, leaning against one of the posts, eyes firmly on Lambert. “I feel like we get on like fire sometimes... and then we're both stubborn like rain and won't let the other one in.” Because you had to admit, that you were rather stubborn as well, that it had taken Lambert quite some time to get to know you properly. But no he did know you, was a part of your life.

“Yeah, we're too similar in some aspects,” Lambert replied, shooting you a look over his shoulder before he looked straight ahead again. He hated it when you two were fighting, but giving in, apologising wasn't something that came lightly to him.

“True.” You heaved a sigh, stepped up to him and straight into his line of vision. “You really bring out the worst in me sometimes.” You got down on your knees in front of him. Slowly, your frown turned into a smile as you put your hands on top of Lambert's. “But you also make me a better person.”

That made Lambert smile. He turned his hands to take yours in his, rub his thumbs across the backs of your hands. “And I just happen to love your best and your worst.” His words warmed your heart, they were just what you needed to hear.

“I'm sorry for overreacting,” you said, leaning in to press your forehead to his, closing your eyes. “I just... I missed you so much and you haven't even properly greeted me.”

“Bull,” he answered immediately, pulling back slightly to look at you. “I did!” But then he thought for a moment, replayed what had happened so far tonight in his head, and you were able to see the realisation on his face. “Oh I really didn't. I fucked up, I'm sorry.” But he would do that now, so he leaned forward, cupped your cheek with his right hand and kissed your lips. It was a soft, lingering kiss that left you yearning for more, but Lambert had to pull back due to the pain in his right side that made him wince.

“What's wrong?” you asked, worry clouding your face.

“It's nothing. Just painful. But it distracted me when I got here.” There. That was the explanation for his unusual behaviour. He'd just wanted to wash all the blood and dirt off, clean his wounds and get some rest. That was why he hadn't kissed you when he'd gotten home.

“Come on, let me take a look at it,” you said, slowly getting up, offering him your hand.

“You don't have to.” Lambert still got up and took your hand. It was getting too cold out here anyway, and he really needed some rest.

“Do you want to argue with me again?” You tried to give him a stern look, but you couldn't help but smile when you looked at him.

“No, not gonna do that again today.”

“Good boy,” you teased, making Lambert shake his head at you, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile.

You led him to the bedroom and made him sit down on the bed, before you helped him get undressed. When you saw his side, you gasped. There was a small wound that he'd stitched up himself instead of letting you help him, but the bruising around it made clear why he was in so much pain. It would heal, sure, but right now it still caused him pain.

“Lie down,” you told him, rummaging through the drawer next to your bed. Lambert complied, but kept his eyes on you, curious what you would do now. “Ah, there it is,” you mumbled to yourself, before you sat down next to him, holding up a vial with some clear liquid. “It will help with the bruising and swelling.” Lambert didn't say anything, he simply let you do what you wanted to do, because he trusted you. Gently, you rubbed some of the ointment onto the bruised area, making him wince again. He took a deep breath and closed his yes, enjoying the feeling of your fingers on his skin.

“There... all done,” you said, leaning down to press a kiss to his bruised ribs. “Now, you need to get some sleep.”

“Only if you'll join me. I won't be able to fall asleep if you're not here.” He usually didn't have a problem falling asleep. He could sleep on the blank floor, in utter silence or when it was loud all around. But when he was here, he needed you by his side to get some proper rest, to sleep soundly.

“In that case, I can't let you sleep alone,” you said with a chuckled before you leaned down to kiss his lips once more. You lay down by his side, cuddled up to him and when he wrapped his arms around you, a content sigh left your lips. You were both home now, in each other's arms.

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[yenn-atreides]

Like a flame (a Witcher story) - part V

Pairing: Lambert x F! Mage reader

Genre: fluff, angst, h/c

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries and blood

Read the previous parts here:

You paced around nervously, trying to make up your mind. Guilt crept over you: Lambert was in pain and you were the only one who could ease it. The witchers only knew how to make their elixirs and those wouldn’t help him now. You had heard his fastened heartbeat when you talked to him earlier, and he couldn’t hide his suffering from you even though he wanted to. You heard a yelp and some cursing from the room next to you, the room in which Lambert slept. It was enough: perhaps you had even punished him for too long. You quietly slipped out of your room to go to the alchemy lab.

The stone floor felt cold against your bare feet, so you walked quickly. Once you were there you started gathering what you needed, which was easier said than done because everything on the shelves was messy and dusty. After some time you found willow bark, yarrow, chamomile, honey, poppy, and clove oil. Luckily, every ingredient you needed was there. You rinsed out a mortar and started crushing the plants one by one.

You suddenly heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and as you looked up you saw that unmistakable mob of red, curly hair. He wasn’t wearing his tunic, his physique was so muscular and chiselled… It also showed how badly he had ‘wrapped’ his wound: he had just pressed a piece of cloth to it, which only stuck partly to his skin.

‘Oh… hello.’ he said.

You nodded and gave him a small, but warm smile. His cheeks flushed and his eyes crinkled a little at the corners: he was relieved that you were being friendly again, or at least a little bit. He started hovering around the other table: letting his eyes go over every item on it.

‘Looking for something?’ you asked without looking up from your work.

‘Have you seen that mortar and pestle you gave me this afternoon by any chance?’ he stammered.

‘Here.’ you said, picked it up from the table, and held it out to hand it to him.

‘Thanks, princess.’ he said and took it from your outstretched hand. Your fingers briefly met and his warm touch made your skin tingle.

‘What did I tell you about calling me that, Lambchop?’ you said teasingly.

He let out a hearty laugh and started grinding the contents of the bowl in front of him. He was quite clumsy since he was right-handed, and using his arm hurt.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asked curiously.

‘Making a potion.’ you answered and looked up, he was studying your face with sweet eyes. They were the same colours as yours: a fiery, bright amber, just like a flame.

‘Concocting something in the black of night? Highly suspicious.’ he said with a charming smile, ‘What’s it for?’.

‘I’m making a potion for you, you idiot.’ you said, the corners of your mouth curled up.

He looked at you with a baffled expression, he couldn’t quite grasp what you were saying. ‘I thought… you were angry, with every right of course.’

‘I am angry, or at least I was. But just because you behaved like a fool doesn’t mean you have to suffer.’

‘You’re one soft sorceress, Y/N.’

His comment made you smile: it made you feel giddy really. ‘I’m sorry for…’

He cut you off: ‘You shouldn't be the one to apologize. I know I was reckless, and I’m sorry for that. I just wanted… There’s no excuse actually, I’m sorry.’. He was practically stuttering, tripping on almost every word. He knew he was in the wrong, and he was full of sorrow and felt simply downhearted because of it.

‘It’s fine, Lambert. I forgive you.’

‘What? You do?’ he asked suspiciously, he wasn’t expecting that.

‘Yes, and you were right: I can’t stay mad at you.’, you smiled sheepishly and saw his eyes twinkle. ‘Come here.’ you said and cleared a space on the table, right next to you.

He walked over and sat down with a grin: ‘Seems I’m getting my way after all.’

‘Watch it, witcher.’ you said with an eye roll, which made him snort. ‘Gods, you did a terrible job here…’ you muttered as you let your eyes go over his shoulder and bare chest.

‘Can’t be good at everything, even my talents have their limits.’

‘This might hurt a little.’ you stated and carefully started to peel the fabric from his sticky wound.

He grunted and frowned: ‘A little?’

‘A lot, perhaps.’ you said and decided to rip it off in one piece, it would hurt less like that.

‘Aw!’ he yelped and clenched his jaw tightly.

‘Sorry.’ you smiled sweetly, which caused his tense face to soften immediately.

‘You are lovely, but cruel.’ he jested.

‘More than you bargained for?’ you teased back.

‘Not one bit.’

‘Good. This will help though.’ you reassured him, and dipped your fingers into the salve he had made. His eyes fluttered shut at your gentle touch and he sighed with relief once he felt the soothing effect. You wrapped his shoulder carefully but tightly enough so it wouldn’t loosen during the night.

‘Drink this.’, you handed him a vial of the potion you had made.

‘You’re not going to poison me, right?’ he smirked, but he didn’t even wait for your answer before gulping it down.

‘Idiot.’ you sighed, followed by a giggle.

‘Are you tired of me?’

‘How could I?’, you brought your face closer to his. He caressed your cheek and placed his hand in the crook of your neck.

‘Just kiss me.’ you whispered, and your lips finally met.

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[j-hauke]

Fucking hell show Lambert is so hot, I’d climb him like a tree. Lambert in general is sexy but something about his beautiful red hair just does stuff to me.

The long hair, the beard. I’d kill people just to get the chance to lay my eyes on him in person. This man makes me feral

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[pterodactylterrace]

Yes! Yes, yes, yes! NETFLIX! Now is your chance to redeem yourself! Give us more Paul as Lambert! It’s a great idea, guys! Please. I’m a shameless Ho for that man. He lives rent free in the horny part of my brain.

*photo from Paul Bullion’s story

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[bluedillylee]

Jaskier gets a lute and a wifey (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ⌒♡*:･。.

Yennefer was so flustered she accepted Jaskier’s proposal without thinking (*/ω＼)

the lute has buttercups on it btw .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

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[spielzeugkaiser]

Ages ago I got an ask about Jaskier singing 'burn butcher burn' and Geralt listening in, but I truly think Jaskier is never performing that one again. OTHER SAD BREAKUP SONGS THO 👀

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[eskelhashugetitties]

Girlfriend say something normal about joey batey challenge part two. (Failed)

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[helpfulhellhounds]

first year on the path | thought it would be heartbreaking fun to paint the kaer morhen wolves when they were baby witchers!

featuring: a single moment where geralt is on the path for the first time, eskel has a couple years of witchering experience, and lambert is still a kid at kaer morhen (he misses his bros).

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[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

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[ladyannemarie5]

Jaskier to Radovid: I'm so happy we can finally be together. Now I can finally introduce you to the rest of my harem.

Radovid: Your what?!

Jaskier: This is Geralt, you've heard of him in my songs, the great White Wolf, he won't hesitate to run you through with his sword.

This is Yennefer, my favorite sorceress, she can turn you into a toad if she wants to.

This big guy here is Eskel, he looks grumpy but he's a cinnamon roll that can rip you in half.

Here's Lambert, my favorite idiot who can blow you to pieces without hesitation.

And last but not least, my dear Vespula, don't let her pretty face fool you, she can leave you with no inheritance if she gets upset.

Oh, and how can I forget my dear princess, my niece Cirilla, she can make all your brains come out of your mouth.

But don't worry, sweetie, you're doing great.

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[ilikebigants]

New headcannon: most Witchers don't have a lot of sex. The rumour that Witchers are really sexually active was started due to Vesemir's slut era and was solidified due to Geralt's escapades.

Everyone else has depression and can't get it up

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[thedemonofcat]

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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[yenn-atreides]

Like a flame (a Witcher story) - part IV

Pairing: Lambert x F! Mage reader

Warnings: mild swearing, Lambchop being Lambchop

Genre: fluff, angst, h/c

Read the previous parts here:

‘Y/N, can we talk?’

‘Piss off, Lambert…’ you muttered under your breath as you filled your bowl with stew.

‘What did he do?’ Geralt asked, his brow knitted into a frown.

‘Leave it alone.’ Eskel huffed, clearly regretting what he did.

‘I’ll tell you what he did, Geralt.’ you said. ‘Lambert here, got himself hurt on purpose so he could be the centre of attention.’

‘What!?’ Coën shouted, ‘Are you mental?’

You all sat down around the same table and Lambert made sure to sit opposite of you, he was desperate.

‘Idiot.’ Geralt grunted and hit the back of Lambert's head which caused the ginger witcher to curse under his breath.

‘Why would you do such a thing?’ Vesemir asked, he wondered whether his youngest son has lost his mind. Lambert didn’t answer and just kept trying to make eye contact with you.

‘He wanted to spend time with her.’ Eskel said, which caused Geralt and Coën to snort.

‘Yes and you helped him.’ you snarled, making sure the others knew he was complicit.

‘Unbelievable…’ Geralt grunted.

‘Exactly.’ you said and glanced over to meet Lambert’s keen amber eyes. They made you feel weak and caused your cheeks to flush but you kept a deadly glare. Your eyes could have burst anyone into spontaneous flames, and Lambert looked broken when he saw your fiery gaze.

‘And you still helped him, or who tended to him??’ Coën asked.

‘He couldn’t stitch it up himself, so yes.’

‘You’re soft.’ Geralt said and rolled his eyes.

‘Can’t we just leave it behind, princess? I told you I’m sorry…’ Lambert tried.

‘Don’t call me princess.’ you spat and angrily spooned some horrible stew into your mouth.

‘’You are both so stubborn!’ Coën sighed.

‘And you are all as stupid as you’re tall!’ you yelled and left. The food was disgusting and you didn’t feel like eating so you were more than glad to escape. You were absolutely livid, but also more attracted to Lambert than ever. You hated yourself for it, and even though he was an idiot and too horny for words, you still loved him.

———————————————————————

You had spent some time with Sage and Roach and it was already late when you came back inside. You had managed to slip out without anyone noticing so Geralt and Vesemir - the only ones who were still in the hall, were surprised to see you.

‘Y/N, what are you doing still up?’ Vesemir asked, ‘I thought you had gone to bed.’

‘I was with Roach and Sage.’ you said with a thin smile. ‘I gave them hay and water so don’t bother going out again.’ you added.

‘Hm.’ Geralt grunted, ‘Thank you.’

‘It’s fine. At least they don’t vex me.’ you huffed.

‘Lambert is sorry, you know.’ the white-haired witcher said, ‘He’s an arse but at least he’s sorry.’

‘That’s something…’ you said.

‘It’s a start.’ Vesemir smiled kindly.

‘Night.’ you said and walked towards the stairs. You crossed the laboratory and saw the mortar standing in the exact spot where you had put it down before Lambert. The leaves and twigs were only roughly crushed and just a few strips of cloth had disappeared. He had done a terrible job at patching himself up it seemed, too bad for him.

You walked up the stairs and saw Lambert standing in the hall, about to enter his room. He hadn’t seen you yet, and he was grabbing at his shoulder with a grunt: he was in pain.

‘I can hear your heartbeat, little witch.’ he said and turned around to meet you with a little smile. He tried his best to hide his agony but it was no use.

‘You’re hurting.’ you said with a calm tone.

‘Yes…’

‘And do you know whose fault that is?’

‘Yours, because you left me untended to.’ he snorted.

‘Fuck’s sake…’ you moaned and sped up to go to your room, you didn’t want to see him anymore.

‘I was only having fun, I’m sorry.’, he was almost stuttering now.

‘I know you’re sorry, but just let me be. I’ve had enough of you.’ you said, your voice had a slight bend in it. It made you feel ashamed, he could not, under any circumstances, find out that you pitied him. That was your problem: you yearned for him, you wanted him so badly it hurt. You walked past him and your side brushed him, and suddenly you felt his hand on your arm.

‘Please…, you can’t stay mad at me. No one can.’

‘You think you’re so irresistible, don’t you?’ you yelled. ‘And I definitely can, watch me.’. He was right, he was impossible to ignore. You opened your door and heard a ‘Night, Y/N.’ before you slammed it shut.

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