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Lambskier Masterlist

This is my Lambskier content, organized in no particular manner, both platonic and romantic! Find more of my pairings on my Fanfiction Masterlist!

Ratings are in the summary and any necessary triggers and warnings are posted before the fic <3

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One Bed

Jaskier is thankful for Lambert’s help with a drowner problem and to show his gratitude, he intends to buy the witcher a room and bath at the local inn. Unfortunately (fortunately?) there is only one room left, and one bed. Rated M

You Want to Be Seen With Me?

Jaskier wants nothing more than to take his boyfriend out to the county fair and show him off. Rated G

What Are We Running From?

Lambert leaps into action when he thinks Jaskier is in danger but what happens when he finds out that Jaskier might not be in as much trouble as he originally thought? Rated T

A Lamb Struck Speechless

Lambert and Jaskier meeting for the first time. Rated G

Just A Hug

Lambert and Jaskier are an ocean away from one another and Jaskier can’t help but wish he could hug his best friend. Rated G

Outrage on the Dancefloor

Jaskier wants nothing more than to get banned from any future balls he is needed to attend and Lambert is the perfect date to make that a reality. Rated T

Blindfolds

Lambert is ready to put his trust in someone and Jaskier is honored to be that someone. Rated M

I’ll Buy Dinner

This time as Lambert watched, it was clear that the man was teasing him. Winks thrown his direction might have been the most obvious of clues, but the way the man purposefully bent over, his ass angled at the bar certainly didn’t help matters. Rated T

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Standing on the Precipice

Jaskier sat on that boulder, looking out over the valley. Well. He’d never hidden his love for the grumpy witcher, sang it in songs, proclaimed it loudly. Poured it out in actions, in stitches on his body, in food in his belly and hot baths to soothe his muscles. He had done everything he could think of, until now. Now, when he asked him to take a rest, give him a chance to prove himself further. To make Geralt happy. And the witcher just walked away.

He was pretty sure that he actually heard his heart break, but he was a grown man. If Geralt wasn’t interested in his love that was okay. He’d distracted himself this long with flings and whores, he could keep it up. All he had to do was prove that he was still okay just being his friend.

Until Geralt made it clear that was unwanted, as well. So he went quiet, following the witcher down to the inn at the bottom of the mountain. Geralt got himself a room, handing Jaskier the saddle bag to take up while he ordered food. Jaskier declined an order for himself, and set up to the room. He unpacked the whole bag neatly, pulling all of his own belongings. It wasn’t much. He took a small travel bag, and packed his things neatly inside.

Then he looked at his coin purse- they’d long since just combined their funds. Some towns Geralt’s contracts paid more, others it was Jaskier’s songs that carried them. Jaskier poured it out on the table, dividing it in half and put the rest in the bottom of his bag. It would be annoying, carrying the sack and his lute, but he’d gone so long with Roach carrying his belongings it probably was only fair. He repacked Geralt’s bags the way he liked them, but left the coins on the table. Geralt had his own purse on him.

Jaskier took one last look around the room, and walked downstairs. Geralt was still in his corner, but Jaskier didn’t bother waving goodbye. He slipped across the tavern to leave only to find himself caught. Geralt had a grip on his elbow, pulling him back in. “Where are you going? I got you an ale.”

“I’m finding what pleases me, Geralt.”

“Ale pleases you, come sit down.”

“Goodbye, Geralt.” Jaskier tugged his arm free, and did not look back.

- This is my current WIP. It’s a big beasty, and about 2/3 the way done. I update about once a week.- 

MIND. THE. TAGS.  Standing on the Precipice - A03