#aiden/lambert/voltehre

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Sick prompt ♡ “you're in no condition to go anywhere” with Lambert, Voltehre & Aiden! 😁 who's sick and why in such a hurry to leave? 👀

Here we go! Some OT3 goodness!! Hope you like it!!

The last thing Voltehre wants after a Manticore attack is to be an inconvenience. Especially when his longtime lover and relatively new lover have yet to spend any significant time together this season.

Voltehre didn't even try to bite back a pained hiss as he swam to wakefulness. His entire body felt as if he'd been slammed into a brick wall repeatedly, his head pounding whilst his arms and legs felt like they'd been encased in stone. Taking a few deep breaths as the pain started to subside a little he tried to remember what the fuck had happened. He and Lambert had been travelling to meet with Aiden again so Lambert could winter with him after spending the season on the path with Voltehre, (the trade off had been Aiden's idea last winter at Kaer Morhen, reasoning that he felt like he was robbing them of something after finding out that Voltehre had yet to experience spending a full season on the path with Lambert whilst Aiden had done so multiple times. Voltehre had easily agreed after pointing out that the Cat had yet to spend winter alone with Lambert also).

Then there had been the Manticore nest they'd stumbled on. The adult they'd dispatched between them no problem, the juvenile however had been a complete surprise. White hot pain as he got caught by a stinger in the leg, panic over broken bottles - now only enough to slow, but not heal - panic over both the toxins and the venom now running through his veins. Then a blur of images and noises followed by darkness.

He squinted gritty eyes, vague shapes filling his vision before he let them fall closed again with a groan that might have been an attempt at "Shit." Hard to tell, his throat was so dry.

"Oh, thank fuck!" He recognised that voice. Voltehre forced his eyes back open and was met with the concerned, comforting face of a familiar Cat (and if someone had told him a year ago he'd be relieved to find a Cat Witcher hovering over him, he'd have laughed in their face). Aiden gently shushed him as he helped him into a sitting position, propping him up with what might have been pillows or a rolled up cloak. Or both. "Here, try and drink a little. Slowly now."

He drank greedily when Aiden held the mouth of a waterskin to his lips and whined when he pulled it away even though he knew the other was right to do so. Too much too quickly and he'd end up vomiting. "Now this." A vial this time and the familiar bitter-sour tang of Swallow.

Now that he was a little more lucid he took the opportunity to take in his surroundings. It was basic - extremely so - a single room hut with bare floors and walls both mottled in patches from being repaired. There was a single shelf over the small, stone fireplace which looked to currently be home to a pestle and mortar alongside various plants both dried and fresh he recognised as ingredients for both Swallow and White Honey as well as a couple of others with known medicinal properties. A leg of deer was hanging from one of the roof beams so as to keep it off the floor. The only bed was the narrow cot and thin straw mattress he was currently occupying, which explained the two bedrolls by the fire.

"Where..?"

Aiden gave a wan smile, looking a little embarrassed as he settled himself on the edge of the cot, "My little hideaway for when I don't feel like returning to the Caravan. I know it's not much, but it's warm and dry. Lambert's here too. Scared me half to death when he practically kicked the door in with you in his arms."

Lambert bought him here...? He had half memories of moving rapidly though the trees, a voice telling him to hold on for just a little longer between panting breaths, the same voice calling out to someone else. It certainly sounded right. That paired with the familiar pack he spotted next to his own by the door.

"He should be back soon, left a couple of hours ago to go hunting."

Voltehre threw a pointed look at the meat, causing Aiden to huff a laugh. "I know. Think he was starting to get a little bit of cabin fever. He was adamant he was going to try and net a duck for you, said if anything would wake you up after five days, it'd be the smell of your favourite food."

Voltehre felt his stomach lurch. Five days?! He needed to leave, now if only he could just get his limbs to cooperate!

"Hey, hey. What are you doing?"

Voltehre fought weakly against the gentle pressure as Aiden guided him to once again lie back against the pillows, "Have to start heading North. The pass." He tried not to lean into it when Aiden's hand moved from his chest to his head but it was a near thing as long fingers started combing through his hair, "If I miss it-"

"You're weak as a babe right now, you're in no condition to go anywhere."

Voltehre felt the beginnings of guilt start to dig its claws in. This was supposed to be Aiden and Lambert's time together, they'd had it all planned out and here he was encroaching on it.

Aiden lightly tapped him on the forehead, "Whatever you're thinking to turn your scent like that, stop it."

"I'm sorry."

Aiden tilted his head, "For what?"

Before Voltehre could reply the door to the hut swung open and an empty handed Lambert stomped his way inside, his scowl changing to a relieved grin when he caught sight of them.

"Fucking finally!" He pulled Voltehre into a crushing hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Don't you ever scare me like that again you dick."

Voltehre couldn't stop the sadness flooding his scent, causing Lambert to pull back, brows furrowed in concern, " 'Tere, what is it, am I hurting you?"

He shook his head, resting his forehead against Lambert's chest and feeling Aiden hesitantly press closer to his side.

"I'm sorry for mucking up your winter plans."

"What are you talking about?" Aiden asked.

Voltehre carried on as if he hadn't heard him, "I think I just need a couple more days and then I'll be out of your hair."

"The hell you will." Lambert tightened his arms around him, "You'll never reach the mountains in time."

"I can find somewhere nearby to spend the winter."

"You'll spend it with us." Aiden replied, apparently catching even himself off guard with the conviction in his voice as he hastily added, "If you want to. We won't force you to stay, but we'd really like it if you did. I'd like it if you did."

He could smell the truth in his words as Lambert nodded in agreement, "You really don't mind?"

Aiden gave him an unimpressed look, "Oh no. I'm going to have to spend the winter with both of you. What a tragedy."

That drew a laugh out of him, which Aiden rewarded with a brief kiss. "I missed you." Voltehre admitted and felt his cheeks heat slightly at the sweet smile he was graced with in return. This...thing between himself and Aiden was still tentatively new, but fuck if he wasn't falling further every time their paths had crossed during the season (just like Lambert warned him he would when Voltehre had shyly admitted a - thankfully mutual - interest in their now shared lover the previous winter).

A pleasant deer supper (during which Voltehre asked about duck with such faux innocence Aiden had almost choked from laughing whilst Lambert had grumbled with a smile about how he was obviously feeling better if he was able to be such a little shit) was followed by stories of the past couple of months with all of them cramped together on the cot - Voltehre in the middle with Lambert trapped between him and the wall on one side and Aiden sat on the other with one leg dangling off the edge - when there was a telltale lull in the conversation accompanied by Voltehre finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.

"Time to turn in." Lambert observed. Voltehre gave a whimper in response before he could stop it escaping, "What is it?"

"I want to cuddle with you both, but the bed's too small."

"Aiden?"

"On it." The Cat answered, already moving to stand.

After some rummaging in various hidden cubby holes and rearranging, the three of them were arranged on the floor in a nest of bedrolls and blankets. Voltehre once again in the middle, chest to chest with Aiden and Lambert solid against his back, an arm slung across his waist to hold both him and Aiden close.

"Better?" Lambert rumbled in his ear

"Much." He experimentally ran his hand over Aiden's curls and smiled when the Cat tried to cuddle closer, "Thank you. Both of you."

Aiden nipped his collarbone sharply in response, "Don't need to thank us for caring about you. Now sleep, you're still recovering."

"Kitten's right on both. Sleep 'Tere, we've got you."

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: In a dank cave in the Blue Mountains, a stripling just barely past the cusp of manhood looks up at a cyclops looming over him and raises his arm in a futile effort to ward off the massive hand as it swings towards him. On the banks of a river, hundreds of miles and precisely five decades later, to the day and the hour and the ticking second, a man raises his hand to deflect the arrow hissing towards him and knows he’s going to be too slow. Both of them have the exact same thought as their deaths approach: Lambert is never going to forgive me.

Author: @inexplicifics

[eskel-loves-lilbleater]

Geralt/Triss or Eskel/Triss?

If I have to chose between those two and ONLY those two, then I definitely go with Eskel/Triss. I feel like Triss & Geralt's relationship, both from the books and the games, has SO many issues that it's rather toxic. I don't hate it, I just think they can do better.

That being said, my actual preferred pairings?

Yennefer/Triss:

Completely fan-based, I know, but I feel they meet on a more even level, have comparable life experience, understandings etc. I think they are better for each other and make each other better, than most of the alternatives.

Geralt/Jaskier:

I mean, it's really Geralt and ANYBODY else BUT Triss or Yen but I understand why him and Jaskier are such a popular pair. Again, they make each other better, for the most part.

I also like Geralt/Eskel and Geralt/Regis however, if I had to pick faves?

Eskel/Regis:

Bloody absolute rare-pair and I don't get it. Lots of people adore Geralt & Regis together (which I get) but I think Eskel would be an even better match. The love of books and philosophy, animals and simple pleasures. And we KNOW Eskel would not have the slightest issue with Regis' species affiliation. Big, brawny Eskel would LOVE someone who can take and give back like a Higher Vampire. Feral Eskel getting all protective and Regis finding it adorable because he REALLY doesn't need it. They would be so sweet together.

Lambert/?:

But what about the youngest, surliest wolf? I mean, any combo of Lambert/Aiden/Voltehre/Milena, I just eat that shit right up. Absolute GIVE ME MORE and I will be happy. (Big thank you to @inexplicifics for creating so much of this and inventing Milena. Big happy spot in my heart!!)

Or Lambert/Eskel lol

Other fave pairings:

Letho/Gaetan

Vesemir/Guxart

Ivar/Keldar

And why is there so very little love for Arnaghad? I need giant bear love!

<3

[0dde11eth]

Witchers can't open child safety lids

[inexplicifics]

💖or 💕

Aiden/Voltehre/Lambert, or Aiden/Lambert in A Life SavedLSavedSaved. 😍🥰

This one got a little long, but it's HERE on AO3 - a little smutty slice of life in the Three Bells 'verse.

[thebestworstidea]

I am finally getting the illustrations I've been drawing for fanfiction out there in the world.

Three Bells, Each With a Separate Sound by inexplicifics

they are a hell of an author and this is one of my favorites. Though looking at these I feel the need to do one more illustration for the story. Guess I'm going to have to read it again, darn.

Lambert/Aiden with extra fixit.

1 Aiden leaping to kill a bunch of people 2 Voltehre leaping on a monster from a tree

sketches under cut

3. Sketches of Voltehre, including two diffrent height comparisons, (one shirtless to get body type as well) and him wiping his face with the edge of his shirt looking hot. I put a lot of thought into Voltehre's clothing, as a witcher-trainee. He's got a padded/quilted leather vest for light armoring, but his boots and pants are slightly adjustable, so they can be hand-me-downs for quick growing trainees.

4. Voltehre and Aiden ganging up on Lambert. Voltehre with a sword. Aiden smacking Lamberts head against the ground for being an emotionally repressed idiot

5. Voltehre getting tested with silver, telling a story, and scruffing Aiden. Lambert kissing Voltehre, Lambert kissing Aiden.

But yeah, I got a shot of Aiden, a shot of Voltehre- I clearly need a shot of Lambert to complete the set. Also maybe Voltehre getting the round pupils moment, just to be fair all around.

[cirillaofcitron]

Hey Sol! from the soft fic prompt meme, 9. shoulder kisses? (maybe during a comforting hug, or whatever you want <3)

Hi friend!! Thank you for always sending in so many prompts, I love it. Your ideas and headcanons about these two are always so good whenever we talk :D This one got away from me a bit... it's almost ten times as long as I initially planned, but I had a lot of fun playing around with it this week!

Prompt: shoulder kisses (+ comfort) Ship/Characters: Past Lambert & Volthere, Aiden/Lambert Word Count: 1726 words

Fic below and on AO3

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Stray Dog (Yours, Until)

It was one of those dreams he could never stop, or at least, that's what he told himself when he awoke from his sleep, disoriented and afraid. 

Lambert's voice rang through his skull as he gasped for air and bit off the broken wail he let out, stifling it into a wordless plea. The sickly crunch of frail bones echoed in his mind as Lambert shuffled back against something he couldn't fully identify. 

Checking his surroundings, Lambert first identified the waxy moon above him, its reflection weary in his frightened gaze. Slowly, he came to his senses, recognizing the stillness of their surroundings, barring the occasional rustle of a small prey animal nearby. 

A hand reached out, pulling Lambert back onto the overlapping bedrolls. "It's just a dream, Lamb," the voice soothed, body shifting to accommodate the stiffness of Lambert's frame when he refused to follow. 

With a sigh, the man sat upright so he was eye to eye with the trembling witcher. "Lambert, look at me," he said, demanding attention, momentarily halting the tears. Lambert looked him over cautiously as if confirming that he was really there before crumbling completely. 

The sob that painfully clawed its way from Lambert's throat dampened as his head was guided awkwardly over into the crook of the man's neck. "Aiden," Lambert choked before he started to cough. 

Aiden quickly let go of him, keeping a firm but gentle hand on Lambert's back, allowing Lambert to twist and hunch over painfully as a wave of panic-induced nausea washed over him. Lambert's coughing fit turned into pitiful retching as his mind floated back to the memories he desperately tried to keep at bay. Decades may go by, but seeing your best friend --another child-- die such a horrific death? It never leaves you. No matter the things Lambert has seen and done since the shrill screams of a child in pain never fail to make him sick. 

"It's okay, Lambert. It's just a dream," Aiden repeated, waiting for Lambert's breath to steady.

His skin was sheen, but his body trembled under the gentle breeze. Lambert nodded, scrunching up his face and turned his back to Aiden. He didn't want to see the pitied expression he knew lived there. It was pathetic, really. Out of all the horrors he bore witness to, Lambert was bothered still by the Trial of the Medallion. No, he was bothered by the death of his classmates, his best friend. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Can I touch you?"

Silence.

"Lambert...?" When Lambert didn't respond, Aiden touched his arm, just above the elbow, feather light at first but growing more firm once he realized Lambert visibly relaxed into it. "Is this okay?"

He nodded. "Please don't go." 

Aiden's heart shattered at the sound of Lambert's voice, heartbreakingly flat as if he expected Aiden to take his words as his cue to leave for good this time. "I'm not going anywhere, Lamb," he breathed, scooting closer to Lambert's bare back so they lay back-to-front, Lambert's arm trapping Aiden's against his body. Lambert pulled Aiden's hand against his sternum, shivering when the wind stole their body heat despite the blanket fighting valiantly to protect them from the outside world. They sat like that, in silence, for a long moment. Aiden's gentle breaths graced the back of Lambert's neck as he tried not to doze off in the silence between them; Lambert's lip began to quiver. 

"Aiden?" Lambert asked, hating the way he sounded. A low rumble came as his answer. "How do you do it? How has all this not made you into a terrible person like it has me?"

It took everything in him not to say I'm not a good person, Lambert, so instead, Aiden chewed on his thoughts for a moment, thinking carefully about what he was to say next. The longer the silence stretched, the harder it was for Lambert to keep quiet. His throat and chest involuntarily spasmed as he tried to stifle a weak, choked-out sob. 

"You've done some terrible things, Lambert..." Aiden began hesitantly, tightening his hold on the man before him, gently kissing the side of his hair just behind Lambert's ear. "But so have I. You are responsible for your actions, but you are not responsible for the things done to you. You hold so much grief," Aiden said, brushing his thumb across the back of Lambert's thumb, held close to his companion's warm skin. "No one can blame you for that."

Aiden could smell the salt in the air just as much as he could feel the tears roll off Lambert's cheek and onto his arm. Aiden was older than Lambert, remembering less of his childhood than the Wolf, losing it to time. For better or for worse, Aiden had accepted that. Lambert's brothers hardly remember their lives before they were subject to the trials, and he was even older, albeit not by much. The pair often forgot they weren't the same age with how they got on and how seamlessly they managed to fit into each other's lives since meeting in Ellander some years ago. It took them a while to trust one another fully, but the time was worth the company and the resulting sense of what some may call kinship, others something else. Their relationship was far too complex for something as confining as a friend or lover. It was undeniable that Aiden loved Lambert, as did Lambert love Aiden, but those words didn't have to be said and held too many connotations anyway. 

Aiden kissed the scarred skin of Lambert's shoulder, allowing his lips to linger before pressing his forehead to the nape of his neck. "You are a product of your making, Lamb. Unfavourable reactions come from unfavourable situations."

Lambert let out a shuddering breath. "I can't remember his face, Aiden; I can still hear his screams. I'm so scared of losing the good memories-- fuck!" Lambert hissed, rolling over and burying his face in Aiden's chest. "This is so pathetic. I can't believe I'm crying over something that happened almost two fucking decades ago." 

Aiden held a firm hand over the crown of Lambert's hair, gently combing through the damp strands that lived there. "You don't have to remember his face to have those memories. I hardly remember Kiyan anymore. We grew up together, you know?" Aiden paused to leave another kiss with Lambert, his temple this time. "He disappeared one summer, and I never found out what happened to him. He's probably dead, but I sometimes hope he's gone off somewhere and retired instead. He's from a cohort from a few years prior, yeah?" 

Lambert furrowed his brow in confusion against Aiden's exposed skin. "You talk about him all the time. Maybe you're going senile," he joked weakly. 

Aiden let out a puff of air that resembled a small laugh. "What did you and Volthere get up to when you weren't training?"

"You are going senile," said Lambert, the hurt slowly dissolving from his tone. 

"Humour me."

"We would roughhouse with the other boys if we had the energy. In our quarters, we would set up the room after our instructor did his last check-in for the night."

"Vesemir?"

"No, another old bastard put in charge," Lambert replied, receiving a gentle smack to his arm. "When I received my swords alone without the only other boy who made it out of Old Speartip's cave, another face who I never took the time to know and never got the chance to after we were pit against each other during the Trial of the Sword, I remembered our plans, me and Volthere. Late at night, way after the other trainees were well and dreaming, we huddled under the covers to block out most of the moonlight and just talked." 

As Lambert spoke, Aiden's eyes rounded out even more than they needed to be to see in the low moonlight. Lambert paused at the familiarity before continuing. "We always had this stupid idea that once we were both given our swords, we would head off on our own for a few months before meeting up again in Kaedwen. There used to be a tavern and inn on the corner on the south side." Aiden smiled knowingly but didn't interrupt. "We planned to meet there a few months after the first thaw and travel as a pair. On the Path, we wouldn't be under monitor like corpses who caught the attention of a stray hawk. Nothing could stop us from doing so, but we feared what would happen if Vesemir or our other instructors found out later that winter. We would stagger our arrival back to Kaer Morhen by a few days to avoid raising suspicions or causing grief." 

Aiden was fending off sleep with minimal success as his limbs weighed heavily and draped over Lambert's body. The rustling of the trees and the steady, shallow breaths dancing across Lambert's scalp lulled him back into a sense of safety and familiarity. In a display of Herculean effort, Lambert cupped Aiden's cheek and kissed him tenderly, his nose pressed into the soft skin that remained bare beside his callused thumb. "You better not leave me," he whispered, afraid to even say it out loud. It was only a matter of time before he would lose him too: it was in his nature. 

Lambert, the last and youngest witcher of the Wolf School, was a man whose birth was considered a loss, so it was only natural that loss continued to define his life in every moment that followed. Lambert knew this deep down, but he refused to acknowledge it. He knew that the moment he loved something was the moment his destiny would override everything. Lambert was a man whose destiny was defined and shaped by none other than what he stands to lose. 

"I'll be here as long as you'll have me," Aiden replied, voice thick with the pull of sleep. 

Maybe this time will be different. 

"I hope you'll have me for just as long." 

"You know what they say," Aiden murmured, teetering on the edge of sleep. 

"Hm?"

"If love could save, I think I'd live forever." 

Lambert paused for a moment to let the feeling wash over him. Yeah, maybe it will be different after all.

"I think so, too."

~

[Title: "Stray Dog" by Amigo The Devil--go listen to it👀]

[legendofepic]

Tumbling into your ask box with high speeds to ask about Nicknames 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Haha~ so you want the Nicknames dabble? ;) It's not what you expect, but I still think it's super cute AND it's my....hm. 4th? Favorite couple (sorry, i'm biased. I do love Aiden; and he will probably be in the fic with them... but Voltehre has won my heart just that itty bitty bit more- if you know, you know.)

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Jaskier paused, apple an inch from his mouth and tilted his head from where he sat and watched the two bickering amicably, that one word making him too curious to keep quiet.

"Sparks?"

Voltehre grinned while Lambert grumbled behind him and the tips of his ears were visibly as red as his hair.

"When we first kissed, it was like fireworks. Was convinced Lamb had laced his lips with gunpowder for a fortnight until I kissed him a second time after he'd just washed off monster guts."

Jaskier's smile went from amused to fond as he listened to them tease eachother, gaze sliding between them as he saw the way they looked at one another with- adoration. But more than that...He could see behind their gaze the years of trust and understanding. His heart ached and for barely a blink his fingers twitched tighter on the apple - but he tamped those feelings down with the ease of practice. Now was not the time to dwell on the why or the who.

"It's a cute nickname," he murmured instead; genuine in his happiness for the two.

[catscraftsandcommentary]

Thinking of all the multiships that @inexplicifics writes, I got curious...

[vesemirsexual]

insane to me how some people characterise lambert in tw3 as a simple prick or angry asshole when his on-going narrative theme is grief like.

first we have aiden. who lambert is clearly angry and grieving about, who we know was a rare close friend on the path and someone who he had an extremely high opinion of.

then we have his mother (+ by extension his childhood) and there’s very clear grief there arising from a child trying to protect a parent from domestic violence.

and then there’s voltehre. again, lamberts grief is the angry kind, but it’s clearly a significant memory and a significant loss for him.

and then there’s vesemir. and it’s easy to see on the surface how maybe you could think that lambert viewed him as nothing more than an abusive prick but the fact is that he immediately rebukes yennefer the second he doesn’t like her tone about the old man. he clearly says that vesemir could have his sword when he died and that it fits perfectly in his hand, and like i can only imagine how that conversation even came to be. lambert hates kaer morhen but still comes back; likewise, we know that vesemir has no problem telling people they’re not welcome at kaer morhen, and yet they fight and fight and they both still end up back there, and lambert seriously pisses him off and vesemir is the one who fucks off for a whole month. and it’s more apparent if keira isn’t present, but lambert is devastated at his funeral, the person most effected after ciri.

lambert is anger on the surface, and under all that is just grief after grief.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Am I writing birthday fluff because it's my own birthday? Maybe 😁

Lambert/Aiden

pre-slash/platonic

"Birthday tradition." Aiden answered with a shrug as he popped another piece into his mouth before offering to Lambert as they sat in the shade and out of the summer heat. It wasn't unusual to see Aiden with sweet things but his tastes usually ran to anything and everything fruit based, not plain, unadorned honey cake. Which is what had prompted Lambert to ask about it in the first place.

"My mother. We had jack shit when I was a kid, but I remember she'd always surprise me with a honey cake on my birthday." He smiled softly at the warm memory, "It became a bit of a tradition also that I'd pretend I had no idea what it was she was hiding behind her back and try and guess the most outlandish shit I could come up with. Had to find substitutes after I got taken to the Caravan but as soon as I was walking the path and free to come and go." He gestured to the remaining sliver sat between them.

"You've never mentioned before it's your birthday today."

Aiden laughed, spraying crumbs, "Well it's the first year you've actually been with me for it, so it's never been worth mentioning before now. What about yours, since we're on the subject?

Lambert felt the slight jealousy that had manifested at Aiden's story morph into something a little harder as he stared straight ahead at a rather unfortunate squirrel which now found itself on the receiving end of a Witcher's scowl.

"Ah. Forget I asked."

Lambert shrugged as he leaned back on his hands, "Eh. I'm not the first one who doesn't know and I'm not gonna be the last. Half the other boys at Kaer Morhen had no fucking idea about theirs either, same with the caravan I bet." He grabbed up the last piece of cake and swallowed it without tasting before continuing, "Some of 'em who were a bit more sentimental about it would pick a significant date and use that, but that wasn't for me." Why would it be when everything significant or monumental in his long life so far was a day he'd rather forget: the day he got dragged to Kaer Morhen, the day he lost Voltehre, the day he survived The Grasses....all days he still sometimes had nightmares about.

"Well. Be sure to let me know if that ever changes."

"Hmm."

Aiden yawned as Lambert shook him awake for his turn on watch. Usually they wouldn't bother with such things with their enhanced senses but considering they were experiencing an unusually high number of contracts right now they didn't want to tempt fate by being complacent.

"Anything?" He asked

Lambert shook his head, "All quiet apart from a nosey badger."

Aiden gave him a pat on the shoulder as he moved to take Lambert's place against the trunk of a huge oak tree.

"August 9th."

"What?"

"My birthday. Let's just say it's August 9th."

Aiden couldn't help his smirk, "Isn't that the date-"

"The date some arsehole Cat stole half of my contract three years ago and then refused to leave me the fuck alone? Yeah. Don't read too much into it."

"Whatever you say, Lambert. Whatever you say." Aiden replied, settling against the trunk and trying to figure out what sweet treat Lambert would like best for his upcoming birthday.

[talanashta]

2025 Week 2 Rec List

Time for my next rec list!

This week is pretty much only Witcher fanfics! I had a craving this week, clearly!! These are fics that I read that I would give a 4.5+/5.

Jan 8th-Jan 14th: in no particular order

The Accidental Warlord and His Pack Series - inexplicifics The Witcher - Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier and Lambert/Milena (OC) - 634,634 Words - NSFW

Literally in my top two fanfic series of all time! (Tied with Guardians of the Universe by Lumendea). Obviously with such a long series, I can't give a truly comprehensive summary, but this series takes place in an alternate universe where Geralt led the Witchers to fight "monsterous men", causing him to become the Warlord of the North. Jaskier arrives to Kaer Morhen given to Geralt as tribute from Redania, and the story goes from there.

Composing Hallelujah Series - inexplicifics The Witcher - Aiden & Jaskier and Aiden/Lambert - 58,277 Words

Can you tell I like inexplicifics? This is the second of three recs I have this week for their fics. In this one, Jaskier finds badly-injured Aiden after the Mountain, and the two grow close. It's an amazing fix-it fic for all those Season One feels.

Three Bells Series - inexplicifics The Witcher - Aiden/Lambert/Voltehre - 35,918 Words - NSFW

Last inexplicifics rec! After being thought dead for 50 years, Voltehre ends up in the future, alive due to unknown magic. He saves Aiden's life by accident, and the two travel together for a while before they can find Lambert and let him know the good news.

The Kaer Morhen Book Club Series - Jack Ironsides The Witcher - Geralt/Jaskier - 17,025 Words

Such a great read! I love this one a lot; I've reread it a few times. The remaining Wolf Witchers that travel the Path have a tradition (and competition) to bring back the best books mentioning Witchers back to Kaer Morhen every winter. Then someone starts writing Witcher romance novels.

[stupendouspizzacomputer]

INSANITY (Hellaverse x isekai male reader) The Witcher's Order:

•Master Witcher (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Letho (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Lambert (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Vesemir (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Eskel (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Reinald (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Coën (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Adela (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Adon of Carreras (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Aiden (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Alger (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Amerin of Attre (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Arnaghad (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Aubry (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Auckes (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Axel (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Berengar (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Brehen (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Chireadan (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Clovis (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Cormac (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Deglan (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Dermot Marranga (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Dragonfly (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Ealdred (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Elgar (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Erland of Lavrik (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Falwick (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Frank (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Gaetan (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Gardis (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Garascaden (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•George of Kagen (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Gerd (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Gezras of Leyda (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Guxart (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Gweld (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Gwen (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Hemminks (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Ivar Evil-Eye (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Ivo of Belhaven (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Iwan (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Jad Karadin (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Jerome Moreau (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Joël (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Junod of Belhaven (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Keldar (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Kiyan (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Klef (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Kolgrim (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Kristov of White Orchard (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Lexandre (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Luka (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Madoc (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Merten (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Mysterious Assassin (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Olach of Ban Gléan (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Old Witcher (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Olivier of Gulet (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Osbert (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Osmund (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Pardus of Korath (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Rat-Catcher (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Raven (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Remus (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Rennes (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Rhys (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Schrödinger (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Seamus (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Serrit (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Sorel (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Sorensen (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Stefan the Crane (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Sven (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Thornwald (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Tjold (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Treyse (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Varin (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Vesemir (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Voltehre (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

•Warritt (The Witcher) (Angel/Angels)

[reverseprompts]

Challenge 19 - Spring Garden Reverse Prompts Masterlist

Only 3 entries this time, but we also had some late fills roll in for a later masterlist, which I definitely like to see!

Art was by @dragonpressgraphics topic suggested by @katwithglasses

1 - Already Halfway Gone by @vexbatch E, Our Flag Means Death, Izzy/Blackbeard, Izzy/Calico Jack, Ed/Stede, 3810 words

2 - Jacks Garden by @posingasme G, Supernatural, No Ships, 999 words

3 - Flowers for Two by @pherryt G, Witcher, Aiden/Lambert/Voltehre, 5675 words

We’ll be sharing this for a little while before putting up the next prompt! Hope to see you then!

[inexplicifics]

for the trope machine ask meme:

M'Laiden, Lambert/Aiden, Lambert/Milena or Lambert/Voltehre

soulmates, wings and dancers; or accidental child acquisition and language barrier

:)

Tumblr Ask Meme Ficlets - Chapter 48 - inexplicifics - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

I hope you don't mind that I combined two of the pairings!

[thebestworstidea]

I don't have any proper illustrations for Out Of the Night that Covers Me by @inexplicifics but it still is one of my favorites.

Page of sketches working things out, Lambert, Aiden, rough height chart, and comparisons

page of small illustrations for the begining of the fic

the Wolfe Boys (and Voltehre)

Lambert weeding to Aiden reading to him (with sketch of Aiden's brothers in the lower right)