#jaskier/lambert

[officerjennie]

For a rainy day :)

Lambert hugging someone awkwardly? (3?) Whoever you want that someone to be 😉

No CWs. Lambert is a disaster. Lambskier. Taglist at the bottom!

Lambert didn't do hugs. 

Namely, he didn't do touching. Of any sort. The thought made his skin crawl, his face twist into itself, and just the thought of all the gooey feelings that were usually attached to hugging made it all even worse.

That said, he wasn't sure what else he could do when Jaskier was giving him that look.

Somewhere along the way, the bard had attached himself to Lambert's side. A barnacle of a human, suction cupped to him, traipsing along the path in Lambert's wake despite the amount of times Lambert had thrown his boots at him. For all the years Lambert had made fun of Geralt for being stuck with him, destiny or karma or whatever bullshit must have been getting back at him, because Lambert could not shake the damned bard no matter how hard he tried.

And he mainly tried because he liked Jaskier's company. Didn't do for a witcher to get attached to a human, after all.

But he tried and failed, and hated every time Jaskier gave him that look - though there were a dozen 'that look's that made Lambert snarl or storm off away from the bard. Like the one where Jaskier's eyes lit up at whatever story Lambert was telling, or the one where Jaskier's face turned haunted and dangerous when someone said something snide about witchers.

Or the one where Jaskier's whole face softened, and his voice turned quiet, when Lambert stumbled back into their camp bleeding.

Right at that moment, he hated the tears in Jaskier's eyes, and he couldn't run away from them.

He'd caused them. Worst of all, he hadn't caused them by being mean. All he'd done was replace Jaskier's leather bound notebook, the one the damned idiot had dropped in the river the week before and had spent at least a good hour wading around in the water for. And it hadn't even been out of the graciousness of his heart, nor because he felt bad for him when all Jaskier had to scribble on were spare sheets of paper he picked up off of the streets when they passed through a town.

...okay maybe he had been trying to cheer the bard up. His moping was worse than his cheer, and it grated on Lambert's nerves in a way that was dangerously close to suggesting he was fond of him.

So he'd bought him a notebook. And Jaskier had started to sniff, and tear up, and barely managed to whisper out a hoarse "thank you", and Lambert didn't know what to do.

The first thing that came to mind was hug him. He didn't know why, he hated hugs, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Jaskier was tactile, always running his hands over soft things or worrying his thumbs over rough surfaces to feel their texture. Fuck, he'd hug a stranger if they were kind enough to him, and Lambert could see him squirming in place, hands clutching the leather notebook and his coat swaying behind him.

He wanted a hug. Was holding himself back from flinging his arms around the witcher because as much as Jaskier wasn't the greatest with boundaries he knew which ones to keep and which ones he could push.

And Lambert didn't know what to do except hug him. So he did.

Jaskier let out a small eep as Lambert put his arms around him, holding the bard loosely and glaring off to the side like the wall had personally offended him. He couldn't help but stiffen and grind his teeth, and Jaskier just held his breath, not moving an inch as they stood there in complete silence.

It was awful. Lambert hated every second of it. And then Jaskier slowly wrapped his arms around Lambert's back, and Lambert hated it for an entirely different reason.

"Thank you, truly."

Lambert growled, feeling heat building on his cheeks, and he wanted nothing more than to bolt and never see the bard again.

And also wanted to hold him closer, and wanted to kiss him until Jaskier lost his words and just shut up for once.

"Alright, that's enough, shut up about it." Lambert wriggled right out of the hug and bodily held Jaskier at arms length for a moment, glaring at him though it didn't even make the bard flinch. He then huffed and dropped his arms, turning on his heel and snatching up his swords to go find something to kill.

"Should I wait up for you?" Jaskier called out, his voice still touched with softness, and Lambert needed to run before that made him think too much on whatever feelings were rattling around in his chest.

"Don't make me knock you out," he snapped, and jumped out the window before Jaskier could say anything else.

He hated hugs. He hated touching. And he hated how Jaskier made him want to admit he was lying.

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@fontegagrilledcheese @damnbert @mothmanismyuncle @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @jaskierswolf @oldandkinky @blooodymoon  @kan0chan @silvermintnightprincess @flowercrown-bard @sharinalein @concussed-dragon @hayleynzlive @feral-jaskier @sweetiepieplum @stonedstargazer666 @deafeningnightcollection-things @luteandsword @kmuir1 @little-boats-on-a-lake @dani-dandelino @rurousha @renewlucifer

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: "I wish I could find a guy like you to actually date," Jaskier mumbled, so softly Lambert almost hadn't heard him over the music. Lambert snorted, a sharp and unwelcome pain shooting through his chest at the joke. Not that it was a very funny one. "Literally standing right here, Jas." "Yeah, but...not straight, I mean," came Jaskier's mystifying reply. Wait…Straight? Him? Lambert craned his head back just far enough to look Jaskier in those unfairly blue eyes. "You…You know I'm bi, right?"

Author: @jaskald

[pherryt]

A Ferret in Bardic Clothing

@save-a-witcher-bingo

Fandom: Witcher Rating: T (for Swearing) Words: 2535 Ship: Lambert/Jaskier Bingo Squares Filled:

Save A Witcher Bingo: N1 - Dreams

BiKM Bingo: B2 - Ferret Picture

Summary:

Lambert returns to camp to find a ferret in Jaskier's place, and he's pretty sure the ferret is the bard. Did Pretty Boy know Jaskier could do this?

[quickficss]

You Don’t Scare Me

I WANT LAMBERT TO BE COMFORTED AND CARED FOR GOD DAMN IT. THATS IT. THATS THE FIC.

Implied Lambert/Jaskier|Dandelion (and implied geraskier) as well as some family dynamic with the other wolves. Hurt/Comfort. 1,414 words. AO3

It was a shit day. A shit day at the end of a shit week, which was at the end of a shit month, which was at the end of a shit year, which was arguably at the end of a shit fucking life. It was all shit, and he was angry about it. anyone would be if they were in his shoes.

His brothers got everything. The fame, the respect, the women and men, everything. He had something once, someone. But he lost him as soon as he let him in.

It was the anniversary of Aidens death, and Lambert wasn’t handling it well. The first half of the day was spent in his room, destroying anything and everything he could get his hands on, and the second half of the day was spent throwing bombs into the lake while screaming. Or maybe crying. It was probably both if he was being honest with himself, which he was never going to be.

Now he felt like a shell. The only thing he felt all day was anger and grief, but now he felt nothing. It was late, around dinner or a little after that. His brothers and Jaskier were in the main hall probably drinking and laughing, unaware of his pain. They didn’t care. No one did.

At least, so he thought.

“There you are” a voice called to him from behind. a melodramatic voice that was unnaturally quiet, compared to the ballads he constantly belted out. Turning his head, Lambert saw the bard standing there, his hands clasped behind his straight back, his loud outfit especially offensive to his eyes in this dim lighting. He growled deep in his throat like a wild animal prepared to back up his bark with a bite. This only earned a roll of the bard's blue eyes.

“Hush now, Lamb.” He lightly scolded with a smile, making his way over without hesitance or fear. “There’s no need to act like that. Come and drink with me and your family, huh? You’ve been down all day.”

“What would you know?!” The witcher snapped, moving his shoulder away from the bard's open hand. “I have every right to be upset! You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve been through, so don’t fucking pretend that you do!”

The bard frowned, lowering his hand to his side as he looked up at the wolf. Lambert noticed that he didn’t smell of fear or disdain or even annoyance, but heartache.

“Lambert” Jaskier began, carefully stepping closer to the cornered wolf, not because he was afraid of being bitten but afraid he would scare lambert off. “Geralt... he told me what happened... he told everyone. Not Yen or Ciri obviously, but he told the people you... see the most often. The people who are here.” A blinding rage caused Lambert's vision to see red. How dare Geralt go behind his back to tell everyone of something so personal, something he trusted him with the knowledge of? He clenched his hands into fists, which caught Jaskiers attention.

“Don’t misunderstand!” Jaskier quickly added, putting his hands up in a stop position with an anxious smile. “He didn’t give any details or even names. He just told us that you had lost someone a couple of years ago to the day and that's why every time this date comes around you get... moody.” The bard winced at his own wording, probably aiming for something more gentle or poetic. The youngest witcher growled again before crossing his arms.

“So what?  Are you here to mock me? Poke fun at me? Call me weak? Because I’m warning you now, I’m not in the fucking mood.”

“Gods no! Do I really come across as such a heartless bastard?” Jaskier exclaimed as he brought a hand up to his chest. Lambert couldn’t help the crooked smile that rose to his lips, which earned a huff and a muttered “Don’t answer that” from the bard. Rubbing a hand across his face, the younger man continued. “Lamb, I hate to see you like this, we all do. Just join us for a couple of pints, a few rounds of cards, whatever you want. We haven’t seen you all day and... we’re concerned.”

Lambert scoffed as he turned on his heel and began marching down the hall again. “Thank you but no thank you, I’m perfectly fine on my own, now get lost before I- Ack!” The man was stopped in his tracks when two arms suddenly wrapped around his torso, refusing to let go. He heard Jaskier coming up from behind him obviously, he just wasn’t expecting... that. “You don’t scare me, you fucking asshole,” Jaskier said, his words muffled from Lambert's shirt. “You are coming to be with us and that's final. It’s not good to process grief alone. Please let us...” he trailed off for a moment, “... let me help you.”

Something about the way Jaskier sounded so genuine, the way the smell of compassion rolled off of him in waves, caused Lambert to suddenly stop his train of thought. Jaskier tightened his grip around the man's chest, fist curling around the front of his shirt.

“Please” was all Jaskier had to add before Lambert caved. He could feel his eyes sting but quickly brought his hands up to wipe stray tears before the bard was any the wiser. “Fine.”

He followed the bard into the main hall, where his brothers and Vesemir sat waiting with an extra mug of mead spiked with white gull for him. It seemed as though this was planned. Thankfully, no one forced him to say anything, no one even brought it up. It was only when he was good and drunk when Vesemir draped a thin blanket over his shivering form, did he break. He of course didn’t say anything about his and Aiden's relationship explicitly, but the looks he received as he was drunkenly ranting and raving about the Cat witchers food preferences told him that they knew.

He didn’t even realize he was crying until a good three seconds after he started smelling the salt. He cringed at that fact, as it only brought to light how inferior his reflexes were compared to his brothers.

Despite all that, no one condemned him. No one made him out to feel weak or pathetic, they only listened and offered comforting words. He was also pretty sure Geralt let him win at Gwent on purpose, but he was too happy about the fact he finally beat the white wolf to care.

When the hour was late, or rather early in the morning, it was only him, the bard, and the bard’s muse. Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks that the youngest wolf couldn’t quite read, but after what seemed like a staring match Geralt stood up and patted Lambert on the shoulder before leaving to go to bed.

And then there were two.

“... do you want me to write a ballad about him?” Jaskier voiced gently.

“No... Yes. I mean- fuck, I don’t know.” Lambert slurred, staring at the bottom of his mug.

“You should head to bed. It’s late and you had a long day.” The bard smiled at him from across the table. Lambert's mouth and throat became dry. He had the realization that he didn’t want to be left alone just yet, but he knew the human was probably tired. He wasn’t sure how long humans should stay awake, he never had one to take care of as Geralt did, but he was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to stay awake as long as Jaskier had.

“Could you...” Lambert began, tripping over his tongue, “I mean, can you... I just... I don’t....” He could feel himself getting flustered as he watched Jaskier’s grin grow, his cornflower eyes filling with mirth. “Could you just... spend the night with me? Not to do anything! I just don’t...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Sure” was not the answer he was expecting. They walked to Lambert’s room in silence, and the wolf learned four things that night.

1. Jaskier slept in his briefs

2. Jaskier was surprisingly buff under all that puffy fabric

3. Jaskier’s feet were cold

and 4. He fell asleep much easier when he was accompanied by the gentle smell of chamomile.

Jaskier wasn’t an Aiden. He realized he still needed time to heal. Maybe next winter, however, he could ask Geralt how open the relationship was.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Lambert Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Lambert (The Witcher), Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Kiss, First Time, Summer Romance, Romantic Fluff, Soft Lambert (The Witcher), Game-Canon Lambert (The Witcher), Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Literal Sleeping Together, Young Jaskier | Dandelion, Young Love, Kissing, Getting Together

Summary: Jaskier takes a summer job working on a farm to escape the disapproval of his father. He's struggling to fit in with the other young people looking to party and has resigned himself to a long, boring few months stacking rhubarb. He expects to go crawling home with his tail between his legs come autumn, but a chance meeting with another migrant worker changes all that.

[witcher-trash]

Witcher Fic Recs 19

A Friendly Game of Gwent (coën/gaetan, explicit, complete, 4k) What was supposed to be a friendly game of strip Gwent quickly turns heated when Gaetan wins his second round and earns Coën's shirt on the floor. It's hard not to stare and even harder not to touch.

A Light No More (Warritt-centric, explicit, complete, 2k) Sometimes contracts go wrong, especially if you're a young, cocky witcher. There's always a cost, but for Warritt, the price was higher than expected.

An Open Door - The Other Side (eskel/lambert, explicit, complete, 5k) After preparing an herbal tea designed to nearly paralyze the user, Geralt asks Eskel to test it. It works swimmingly, so Geralt takes it to Jaskier's open door. Lambert stays with Eskel and works him through the night.

as the world comes to an end (coën-centric, teen, complete, 2k) There’s a wet, squelching sound behind him, and Coën ducks on instinct, rolls, scrambles back to his feet and dashes off at a right angle. He can hear wood splinter, close enough that the shavings rain down on his head, and he lengthens his stride to put more distance between himself and the low, guttural moan that he can almost feel at the back of his neck. Fuck. That was too close.

Beekeeper AUs - series (yennefer/jaskier, geralt/jaskier, aiden/lambert, eskel/letho, teen, 14k) several fics about different ships - and with bees!

Delayed (eskel, lambert, explicit, complete, 9k) When a liberating change of scenery at Eskel's fingertips is ripped away, Lambert steps in with comfort and a few ideas for how to make the winter palatable.

Free Bird (geralt/yennefer, teen, complete, 2k) Lambert's first visit to Geralt in Toussaint was heralded by angry screeching.

How Far We've Come (jaskier/lambert, mature, wip, 7k) Jaskier takes a summer job working on a farm to escape the disapproval of his father. He's struggling to fit in with the other young people looking to party and has resigned himself to a long, boring few months stacking rhubarb. He expects to go crawling home with his tail between his legs come autumn, but a chance meeting with another migrant worker changes all that.

If Tomorrow Comes (eskel & lambert, gen, complete, 3k) The Trial of the Grasses looms, and the knowledge of what's likely to come plagues both Geralt and Eskel's minds. They try to find some small comforts in each other, trying to decide on things to do should they both survive. If they both survive.

Of rookie mistakes and broken ribs (eskel/lambert, teen, complete, 4k) “Come on, we’re almost there. See? That’s the entrance. Just -- hold on, all right?” Lambert nods with a small huff. Bad idea: huffing sends a jolt of searing pain through his already hurting chest, knocking his breath off and making him see stars for a while. “‘M not dying, Eskel”, he objects, though gasping for air. Eskel shoots him a disapproving glance and shakes his head, probably amazed about how reckless he is, although being long past the appropriate age for such bullshit like activating a goddamn explosive trap while trying to scratch some silver from a rock. Now Lambert would like to chuckle again, but he’s afraid his knees will buckle for the pain if he just tried. “Shut up, please, before I finish the job instead of taking care of your sorry ass.”

Silver Moon Sparkling (arnaghad/erland, gen, complete, 2k) soft Arnaghad/Erland

Soft the Stars (aiden/lambert, explicit, complete, 2k) Lambert visits a certain cave outside Posada on two separate Saovine nights, each quite different from the other. He finds a bit of comfort in both.

The Comfort of a Bear (eskel/geralt, explicit, complete, 9k) Last week, I met a Bear... Witcher, Geralt wrote, adding the last word after a moment's pause. It wasn't an inaccurate description, but neither was the first. Eskel was a Bear in every sense of the word, but oh, he was so much more.

The Eighth Knightly Virtue (coën/lambert, explicit, complete, 6k) Lambert hadn’t known a lot of people like Coën. The Continent was a torid place full of people with dual purpose and multiple faces, and Lambert had grown up learning to navigate it well enough to protect his own interests; the trick was to always expect the double cross. No one could be trusted to mean what they said and there was always an ulterior motive. Even the most kindly face would screw you over at the first available opportunity, which is why Lambert had spent his first few years of knowing Coën waiting for the other boot to drop. Or: Lambert falls in love with Coën very fucking slowly, and then shakily confesses after getting railed (and then we see Coën's point of view too).

The Give Away (iorveth/roche, explicit, wip, 35k) Fifteen years after their conflict in Flotsam, Iorveth and Vernon Roche have crossed paths once more. It's not a happy union. Roche has a few new truths that Iorveth would've preferred he'd kept buried, and Iorveth has a ring on his finger that Roche would rather not think too hard about. Yet more worrisome still, they really need to find a way home. (And they've gotta do it before October 20th, but that's none of Roche's business.)

The Viscount de Fucking Lettenhove (geralt & jaskier, explicit, wip, 22k, non-con: please read all the tags!) Something (or someone) has killed the Viscount de Lettenhove and is picking off his heirs. Convinced to intervene by a cryptic message, Jaskier takes Geralt back to his childhood home. Now they have to untangle an ancient prophesy, forbidden magic, secrets and sibling rivalries to solve the murders before it's Jaskier's turn on the chopping block.

When Bear Stepped Clear of Bear (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 26k) The nameless things Geralt wants and needs don’t have much of a place in his life until Jaskier shows up.

Wir 💛 Lebensmittel (geralt/jaskier, gen, complete, 1k, this fic is in German and I love it very much!) Geralt will eigentlich nur seine Pfandflaschen zurückbringen. Wer hätte denn ahnen können, dass ausgerechnet der Edekamitarbeiter, der sich um den kaputten Pfandflaschenautomaten kümmert, so verdammt attraktiv ist?

You Make Me Shiver, I Feel So Tender (aiden/lambert, teen, complete, 5k) Every day Aiden spent with Lambert, he was handed a single page drawing of foliage.

[jayofolympus-writes]

Rating: T

Pairing: Lambert/Jaskier

Part 3 of the Walking on the Waves series (also known as Doric Fic)

Huge thanks once again to the @continentcakeshop, @frenchkey, and @tumbleweedtech!

Jaskier learns the breathless, giddy joy of a ceilidh when Lambert invites him along to a wedding.

[ficsforfundota]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Lambert, jaskier/witchers Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Rience (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert (The Witcher), Witchers (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Bottom Jaskier | Dandelion, Forced Prostitution, Prostitute Jaskier | Dandelion, sub jaskier, Top Lambert (The Witcher), Top Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Blowjobs, face fucking, Rimming, Anal Sex, Loss of Virginity, Alternate Timeline, Alternate - Freeform, Noncontober, Kinktober, toberspooks2022, Jaskier doesnt want to do this but doesnt blame the Witchers, Contracts, Fingering, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, Anal, Lace Series: Part 15 of noncon-kinktober Summary:

Noncon/Kinktober Day 15 - Forced Prostitution

Jaskier signed a contract that ended up having some fineprint he wasn't pleased with, but he must do as he is told now.

[pherryt]

A Ferret in Bardic Clothing

Witcher

Rated: T Ship: Jaskier/Lambert Words: 2535 Bingo Squares Filled:

Save a Witcher Bingo : N1 - Dreams

BiKM Bingo : B2- Picture of a pherryt Ferret

Summary: Lambert returns to camp to find a ferret in Jaskier's place, and he's pretty sure the ferret is the bard. Did Pretty Boy know Jaskier could do this?

@save-a-witcher-bingo

[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 .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

[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 👀

[jayofolympus-writes]

Rating: T

Pairing: Lambert/Jaskier

Part 2 of the Walking on the Waves series (also known as Doric Fic)

Huge thanks to the @continentcakeshop and especially to @frenchkey and @tumbleweedtech for the help and encouragement

A trip to some local ruins leads to Jaskier learning more about Lambert's past.

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Lambert: I think Geralt should be celibate from now on

Vesemir: Why are you concerned about Geralt's sex life?

Lambert: He's a crazy magnet. Wanting Geralt is a red flag. Name one person he's slept with who isn't nuts

Eskel: Jaskier?

Lambert: Look me in my eyes and tell me that little grackle wouldn't commit regicide if he thought he could get away with it

[tielmamon]

Fell inlove with Paul Bullion's Lambert so its only fair that Jaskier does too 🧡

Geralt isnt a fan tho

[0dde11eth]

Geralt walking towards the great hall, through the doorway he sees jaskier flying through the air

His heart stops and then speeds up to near human speed

Then he sees jaskier running back from the direction he flew

Then flying through the air again

Lambert and eskel are enjoying throwing him into a pile of cushions and jaskier keeps running back for more