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some self indulgent, pre-relationship Lambert/fem!or t!Reader/Aiden, very slightly nsfw

After months of careful consideration and many, many thoughts that loudly fought each other inside your head, you finally came to the long overdue conclusion, that a witcher's general lacking of any form of modesty was indeed a bad, not good, very terribly thing.

Said conclusion was made by you with a deep frown on your face that had your eyebrows knitted together in a disgruntled, tight line. You didn't like your own conclusion - for obvious reasons. Because, when you first started to travel with Aiden and Lambert their tendency towards casual nudism had seemed like a fantastic bonus. Who wouldn't like ogling a pair of extremely handsome men on a regular, almost daily basis? You certainly did enjoy it in the beginning.

Their total disregard for bodily shame used to be refreshing. Even now, play-fighting in the shallow waters of a creek they didn't wear a single piece of clothing, despite the fact that the small stream barely reached their knees and you were sitting only a couple of meters away, watching them. Their cocks were out in the open, dangling around in the air like fish on a hook. Floppy yet somehow lively.

The problem? You were pretty damn sure those two fish were swimming in the same pond - so to speak. Which was fine, absolutely and totally fine with you. Except for the tiny fact that you wanted to take a dip as well, but neither were you a fish, nor did you know if dropping your... turtle into a fish pond wasn't a terribly rude thing to do. Of course, you could just them about their turtle policies, but if they swam in a fish-only pond, things between the three of you would turn incredibly awkward incredibly quick. Which would mean your inevitable departure. And you. Did not. Want to leave.

In the short time you've known them, they'd wormed their way into your heart like no one had ever done before. Aiden and Lambert meant way too much to you to fuck this up.

Besides, with them being so open about these sort of things, shouldn't they be the ones to express their interest in a turtle dipping its feet into their pond? The fact that they didn't - show any interest at all - was obviously a bad sign. A very big, bold-lettered sign that said "No Turtles Allowed".

So. No fish for you, even if it was dangling right in front of you. Literally. Both witchers had apparently stopped their squabble and interpreted the frown on your face as an invitation to come over. "What are you moping over?" Aiden asked, making you curse their ability to always detect your lies. So you answered truthfully, "Turtles," and watched the confusion spread across their faces with slight satisfaction.

Lambden meet ugly, but taken too literally-

Lambert and Aiden first meet after Aiden spent months in the wilderness... He looks like an unwashed hobo apostate absolute mess; matted hair, shaggy beard, permanent dirt on his skin. Yet somehow he still charms his way into Lambert's company and they travrl together to the next bigger city where Aiden essentially gets a full spa treatment just to reveal that- oh no he's hot!

I keep thinking about courting jewelry and how Aiden wouldn't be able to look at Lambert's bare hands so one day he just takes the wolf's hands into his and shares some of his favorite rings with Lambert and then makes him promise not to lose them because they mean a lot to Aiden (so Lambert now needs to accept them :) ) and how that sharing of jewelry would turn into soft hand kisses would turn into even softer face kisses..... *swoon*

Between Ruins and Moss

Aiden/Lambert, ~5.kwords, E, established relationship, idiots in love, dirty jokes, tiny bit of predator/prey but not really, outdoor s,x, in a river to be precise, dirty talk, AO3

Thanks so much @selectivegeekwithstandards for being my beta! You were amazingly helpful :D

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Between Ruins and Moss

„Come on, rascal! Hurry up or I will leave you behind!”

Aiden's bright laughter caught his ears and caused Lambert to let out an annoyed huff. “Fucking wait for me you dickhead, not everyone grows up in treetops!” he shouted upwards, sending a nasty glare in the general direction of the Cat witcher. Lambert was holding onto the edge of the mossy cliff side with every bit of strength he had left in his smarting fingers, trying to catch a glimpse of Aiden who – the last time he checked – had been a good six to seven meters higher up. Unlike the Cat, Lambert did not make it his favorite pastime to climb up treacherous cliffs and steep mountain sides where one wrong step or one loose grip could mean he'd fall into his certain death. “If this is your way of killing me,” he shouted upwards, having no idea how far Aiden had gotten in the meantime, “I would love to know now, so I can spare myself the sore muscles in the afterlife.”

He nearly lost his grip then and there when the dewy moss underneath his fingers slid off the rock underneath. Lambert cursed loudly, and pushed his now free hand into the little satchel on his belt. It was filled with a mixture of gravel dust, dirt and freshly crushed bone meal and supposed to give him a better hold on the uneven rocks. It worked to some extent, but the mix of the vegetation and the late spring weather made it more difficult than usual to follow Aiden on his weird little adventures.

Alarmed by the noise, Aiden reached out for him. “You okay there, Lambs?” With another huff, Lambert readjusted the pack on his shoulders and took a few deep breaths. “Yeah, fine, don't worry about it. But how much higher do we have to go? I think I'll need a break soon, I keep slipping.” While he usually hated it, Lambert had grown more and more comfortable with admitting his weaknesses in front of the other witcher. He still couldn't stand that they had to take regular breaks because of him, but climbing was simply not his forte. It helped a lot that Aiden always took him seriously and not once had said anything that could be understood as a mocking comment - at least not when it came to important things like this, they did tease and kindly mock each other constantly when they were not forty meters up in the air.

“Not much further, I promise. I can already see the ledge where we're stopping, then it's just a small walk and we're there. You can do it, rascal, I believe in you.”

Lambert blushed violently at the last sentence while his traitorous heart decided to bounce in his chest like an excited kid at a festival. “Fucking shut up, stupid ass!” A dirty snickering reached his ears, proving that Aiden knew full well what he was doing.

Jaskier who has a real good understanding of rethoric, Jaskier who takes one look at Lambert calling Aiden a dumbass and Aiden responding with Bitch, Jaskier planning their hand fastening.

"Oh gods above," Aiden giggled helplessly, "What on earth were we thinking?" Next to him, Lambert snorted. "I think I cracked a rip." They turned their heads, locked eyes and bursted into laughter. Tears sprung into Lambert's eyes and he clutched his side, a wide grin on his face. "Stop laughing, you ass! It's contagious."

"I can't, you look so fucking stupid in that costume," the Cat wheezed, body curling towards Lambert as he vibrated with joy.

"We're never going to try this again. In fact, I'm going to cross it fron the list." He reached across the bed, hand blindly patting for the journal as he curled closer to his lover.

😂 Thank you

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cutagens! part 16? 17? (i lost track) Lambert/Aiden [more]

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Although Lambert was used to the pressing heat and narrow room, that resulted when too many witchers slept in the same confined space, the sound of raindrops on the roof of the caravan was something he had needed a long time to adjust to.

Back when he still slept in the dormitories of Kaer Morhen, he had always chosen the cot closest to the hearth and therefor furthest away from the cots under the window, the only ones where you could actually hear the raindrops hitting the thick masonry. During that time he always had been able to smell the rain, but never really listen to it. And when Lambert first left for the Path, the sound had been so foreign to him that it kept him awake for many nights.

Beside him, Aiden sat up just enough to look at him. Pale, yellowy-green eyes glimmered in the dark, found Lambert's heavy ambers effortlessly. “Can't sleep?”

You know what I want?

I want an au where Lambert is around 20 years old and has a one/two year old child and is a single parent. Growing up in the bad part of the city, born into in a low income family where both parents neglected him, resulted in a lot of bad habits and a teen pregnancy. Lambert did everything he could to support his girlfriend and their baby and changed a lot of his life for the better, but being a young (and unintenionally) parent is a whole bunch of pressure, so one night his girlfriend leaves Lambert and their child without telling anyone about it, leaving Lambert to care for the kid on his own (Lambert, who can't even be mad about it, because gods he thought about doing the same thing so many times before).

Now Lambert is 20, without the support of his parents, lifes alone with a baby/toddler who has been sick for a few days now and who's fewer just won't get down, so he rushes to the hospital because he's so scared and overwhelmed and just doesn't know what to do anymore. And then he meets Aiden. Aiden who's double shift as a nurse was just about to end when a young and pretty desperate father storms into his floor and well... the rest is history.

*throws random sad dialog at you*

[insert 20k where Lambert is fuckin depressed during winter and no one knows why] Lambert lets himself fall onto the couch, face first into Eskel's lap. "Shut the fuck up!" Eskel raises his eyebrow, responds with "I didn't say anything" and wraps his arms around his brother. They spend a moment in silence, before Lambert turns towards the others and says "I lost my husband to the Path."

There's this kind if horrid gasp going through the room, but no one says anything because a) they have no idea what to say and b) they're afraid that Lambert will return to hiding away from them as soon as they open their mouths

"Aiden's- was the best man I ever got to know. Didn't tell you about him because I knew you wouldn't approve. (looks at Vesemir) He hated being a witcher just as much as I do and yet he somehow managed to make every year worth walking that damned Path. (pause) He liked to call us pariahs, even used it in our wedding vows."

It's quiet again for a really long time and then Vesemir says "Seems like you loved him a lot" and Lambert looks at him with those big mourning eyes and says "I do."

Vesemir will sit with him sometimes. On days Lambert's head is empty and he can't feel his own arms clutching tightly onto Aiden's favorite tunic. The old witcher never talks, never initiates touch, but he will be there, sitting next to his bed, watching over him.

Lambert's an ugly crier, always has been. When he finds the stitches Aiden has left in his favorite tunic, he wails and sobs, breaks down right then and there in the hallway of the laundry room. Tears and snot, puffy cheeks and an open mouth that causes drool to fall onto the floor. Lambert's an ugly crier. But there's no one in his life who sees him crying.

After Aiden's death, Lambert is burned out. There's no fire behind his eyes anymore and no warmth in his heart. His cheeks are hollow and he tastes ashes on his tongue. He breathes, but the air doesn't fill his lungs.

Warning: Lambert/Voltehre hurt, character death

It is settled deep into my headcanons that when Voltehre was attacked by old speartip, he was still alive when Lambert found him. Both of them knew that he wouldn't make it back to the keep, no matter what, so they whisper their 'goodbye's, their 'I love you's while Lambert holds Voltehre close to his chest, before he picks him up, giving Voltehre one last piggyback ride, and starts the walk to the keep.

Voltehre dies during the walk and Lambert has to listen how his breathing stutters and how his fluttering heart finally stops and then he has to feel the warmth on his back slowly fade. Lambert doesn't cry over his friend's, his boyfriend's, death, too far into shock, but he carries him all the way back up to the keep and through the gates, where he stands as the last remaining witcher of his cohort. Someone comes and takes Voltehre from him, someone promises that he'll be burned as a witcher, not as a trainee but Lambert can't seem to hear.

For forever he will feel the fleeting warmth ln his back and Voltehre weight on his shoulders. It's a phantom pain worse than anything else. At times it feels like Voltehre is still there and Lambert doesn't know how to deal with that sort of pain.

And then there's Aiden. Aiden is his friend, his lover and he's a cat. Lambert discovers quite early into their companionship that being friends with a cat means getting pounced from behind whenever Aiden thinks he's not paying attention. He's bigger and wider than Lambert and loves to drape himself over the witcher's back.

Without noticing, Aiden is chasing away the cold that Voltehre left behind.

Lambert and Aiden on a summer road trip across the continent, creating memories that will stay for forever, Lambert sleeping in the car, Aiden's jacket draped over his shoulders, listening to Aiden sing along their playlist, he doesn't sing well but Lambert loves it none the less, watching the sunrise at the beach, lying on a towel between the dunes to count the stars, walking along the shore, bare feet in the sand and shoes in hand, brushing their teeth in the car, eating snack bought in roadside diners and gas stations, sitting on parking lots in the shade of their van, sharing the small mattress they cramped in the back, holding hands wherever they go, trading soft kisses and holding each other tightly because they can

Thank you! 💐🎉

2. "I didn't ask to fall in love with you!"

lambden (because I'm soft), arguing, screaming, angst, accidental love declaration, getting together, mutagens: aiden has cheetah fangs and lambert has a hackle (line of fur growing down his neck and ending between his shoulder blades) simply because I wanted them to

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He couldn't- Lambert couldn't remember how it had started.

It probably was his fault, he had been agitated for days, ever since they had walked through that ulcer of a village. He finally must have snapped, must have said something that had gone too far, that had been one remark too much. Aiden had stopped in the middle of the trail and had spit at his feet and the burning anger inside Lambert's coiling stomach had finally boiled over.

They had been screaming at each other for what felt like hours. There, in the middle of a forest on a small deer trail they had started arguing. Arguing had turned into yelling, had turned into blindly insulting each other, had turned into screaming and hissing. Surely the whole forest must have heard them.

They were barely five feet apart, every muscle tensed up, ready to fight. Aiden bared his fangs, snarling and growling, his voice hoarse. Lambert's hackle was raised to the very point, pupils blown wide and nose scrunched up in a dangerous snarl. The tension between them was electrifying, wild chaos flickering in the air.

“You never know when it's enough!” Aiden screamed, eyes and voice filled with an impossible rage. Lambert never had seen him like this before, it would have scared him if he wasn't just as angry. Aiden's fist hit the air in a wild gesture. “You always have to push and push until nobody fucking likes you anymore!”

“I wouldn't have to if for once you would have the balls to stand up for yourself, you pathetic cretin!” The wolf screamed back, words on his tongue he never thought to use regarding Aiden. Any other moment it would have left him feeling sick, but the cat's words were just as sharp as his own.

“I can speak for myself perfectly fine you bloody asshole! I just don't walk around pissing at people's feet because they look me in the eyes!” Aiden's chest rumbled with a roar.

“Fuck you!” Lambert hissed, his stomach turning. “Do you know how much I do for you? Do you have any idea how many times I had to drag you out of the mud, because you just can't say no?!” His fists were shaking with how hard he clenched them together.

“Well I didn't ask you to follow me around!”

Lambert's eyes burned. “And I didn't ask to fall in love with you!” He immediately froze, slowly realizing what he had done, what he had just confessed. He couldn't look Aiden in the eyes, couldn't bring himself to raise his head, from where it was fixed on the forest floor. Lambert turned and ran.

He held no chance. Lambert was a wolf, he grew up running through forests and over mountains, he knew how to dodge boulders, jump over fallen logs and dart around trees. But he was no match to Aiden's mutagens. The cat was fast, faster than any witcher he ever met and it was only a matter of time, before a hand got hold of his wrist and painfully pulled him around, making them both fall to the ground.

Aiden took hold of his arms and pinned him down, haunted eyes staring right into the wolf's. “Do you love me?” Aiden blurted out. He felt humiliated, pinned to the ground, tears streaming down his face and Aiden had nothing better to do than mock him. “Fuck you!”

“Do you love me?” Aiden asked again, this time louder, more demanding. Lambert crumbled. “Yes.”

An ugly curse fell from the cat's lips and suddenly he was kissing Lambert. “I love you too, you fucking idiot,” he whispered against the wolf's lips and gently wiped Lambert's tears away.

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