#game lambert

[churchofpossum]

Last one of these. After some ppl asking if there would be a Lambert I decided I might as well draw him. And it sounded reasonable that he would dress up with a horse skull and stand outside houses to try and enter and drink other peoples liquor so Mari Lwyd sounded like a good match for him. Fully uncensored is up for patrons.

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[buzz-buzz-bitch-its-bee]

what's the vibe fellas

ps im only familiar with twn, a bit of the tw3, and fanfic lmao so pls debate!! this was just based on Vibes

pps sry the editing is shit i put in Minimal Effort

(ty @hamartia-grander for the format!)

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The Picture of Lambert the Witcher

A/N: I have no explanation for this. I just wanted to get back into writing when I have the free time. I’m sorry it took me so long. <3

Pairings: Lambert x Eskel 

Summary: Eskel purchases himself a leather bound sketch book and fills it with pages and pages of the things he loves. He has far too many pages of just Lambert. 

Word count: 600

Warnings: Lambert’s colorful language 

“What are you doing?” Lambert asked. His head was resting on Eskel’s shoulders. It had taken him a moment to get comfortable, to squirm his way and adjust as he went until his head was perfect next to Eskel’s. The young witcher looked down at the book in the elder’s hand.  

“It's called drawing,” Eskel explained with a smirk. “It’s what people do when they have hobbies.” 

Lambert rolled his eyes and adjusted against Eskel’s neck again. “I know what drawing is, you arse.” Lambert pointed at the rough charcoal marks on Eskel’s page. “What are you drawing?” 

“Lil’ Bleater at the moment. Would you like to see others?” 

Lambert began flipping the pages without a word. There were depictions of flowers they had seen in passing, delicate things Lambert would not have paid any mind to but Eskel had treasured. There were more pages of Lil’ Bleater. Drawings of her grazing out in the fields and her asleep in the stables.

And then there was an alarming amount of pages of just Lambert.  

After a certain point there were nothing but pages and pages and pages of him. There were charcoal prints of him gazing off in the distance and colored depictions of him asleep and doing other mundane tasks like carrying buckets of water and training in the courtyard. Eskel had even rendered an image of him nursing a bowl of soup, the softness in Lambert’s eye was almost unrecognizable to the witcher himself. 

“If I didn't love you just as much, I would say you’re obsessed.” 

Eskel blushed and quickly closed the sketchbook. “It’s too much, isn’t it?” He made to put the sketchbook back in its carrier. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you first.” 

“Hey, hey, Eskel.” Lambert paused the older witcher in his movements. “I never said I didn’t like them.” Lambert took the sketchbook back and flipped to a random page of himself. “Do I really look this good? I think the artist took a bit too many liberties here.”

Eskel’s hand went to Lambert’s chin and gently pulled him into a kiss. Eskel rarely kissed roughly or with too much force. It wasn’t in his nature. Eskel kissed Lambert like he was drinking the sweetest, most refreshing nectar from the saints themselves. Eskel tugged at Lambert’s bottom lip with his teeth to draw out a moan but that was as far as Eskel took it. 

“You do. I—” Eskel had to remind himself to breathe when Lambert was gazing at him like he was now. “I can’t stop myself.” Eskel caressed Lambert’s cheek, fingers being extra careful on his scars. “I’m always afraid I’ll take too much if I don’t keep myself in check.” 

Lambert exploded out laughing. He leaped from his spot against Eskel and clutched at his stomach. His laughter was overwhelming. He had to wipe the tears from his eyes when he was done. “Are you some sort of princess, Eskel? Do you think I’m some sort of noble that’s going to get scared by your advances?” Lambert chuckled at his own words. He reached his hand to the back of Eskel’s neck and wound his fingers in the short hair there, pulling the older witcher closer. “You can have me anyway you please.” Lambert kissed Eskel and refused to leave up for air until Eskel had to pull himself away lest they pass out in each other’s arms. 

“C-could I draw you in bed?” Eskel whispered the request earnestly in between breaths. 

“You can even tie me with ribbon.” Lambert winked. “I bet I'll make for a lovely picture.”

[ijustfakeit]

Lambert, Lambert, what a prick

[kaermorhenatnight]

don’t really know if i’m happy with this drawing or not, but here you go, some naked Lambert 

[damatrisart]

Since we’re about to have Netflix!Lambert...

[parkkrys]

The Blue Incident

Jaskier/Lambert snippet. Someone wanted more content for this ship, who am I if I don't provide? All grammar mistakes are my own and I hope you enjoy!

Also this is game canon Lambert and this is posted on AO3 which you can find here

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No one around the keep expected for Jaskier and Lambert to get along. Words were always thrown at one another, insults and the levels of sass always at its highest. Vesemir only rolled his eyes at them, Eskel chuckling in amusement as Geralt questioned why he even brought the bard in the first place to the keep.  

Jaskier was a lil feral himself now after spending all these years traveling behind a witcher, watching people being murdered in front of him, seeing monsters in real life instead from stories. He may have lost his sanity but it added to his character, Jaskier always told them when they questioned him. 

Meeting Lambert was interesting in itself. Geralt had told him to be careful around him, not to speak of certain things. Jaskier was going to be on his best behaviour, afterall, he did promise his best friend. But all of that flew out the window within minutes of meeting the damn bastard. If Lambert was going to find ways to hurt him and get him angry, well Jaskier had every right to do the same. 

The first year they did not get along. The second year was a bit better, the third year they were actually friends. The fourth, was more like friends with benefits, the fifth lovers. 

Jaskier was quite proud of their progress really. Even if it meant doing things that Geralt scolded him for because the last thing Lambert needed was an enabler (Geralt’s words not his). 

“Hey pretty thing, have I got an idea for us,” Lambert said as he sat down at the breakfast table, interrupting his thoughts on their past. 

“Whatever it is, no,” Vesemir grunted and Jaskier only grinned. 

“Should have told me when we were in bed,” Jaskier pointed out and Lambert only rolled his eyes as he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him into his lap. 

Lambert was a man that normally showed his affection through actions and when it was just them. The only time he showed it in front of others was normally when he was worried, or he was just being a little shit. Jaskier figured this must be the latter when he saw Geralt walk in, stop and only groan as he rolled his eyes. 

Jaskier would have to get the story of whatever happened out of them later. For now, he was just going to soak up the affection Lambert was giving him freely. 

“I was thinking of pulling something on Geralt later,” Lambert muttered into his ear as Geralt continued to groan as he sat down at the table. Jaskier only raised his brows and Lambert only grinned before he gave him a kiss. 

“You will be telling me the story before anything,” Jaskier only hummed and Lambert rolled his eyes but Jaskier knew he would. 

“Story about what?” Geralt grunted and Lambert only growled. 

“About how your white ass fell into the moat when we were younger,” The young wolf snarked and Geralt glared at him. 

“No you will not.” 

“You wanna bet?” 

“Boys, boys, boys, settle down the both of you. It’s far too early for this and afterall, Eskel already told me that story.” 

“He what!?” Geralt snarled before he was out of the room and Jaskier giggled as Lambert cackled. 

“Did he really tell you?” 

Jaskier only hummed as he picked up a piece of bread and gave Lambert a wink, more or less shoving the bread into his mouth while Vesemir only shook his head. Jaskier believed he heard Vesemir grumble something about young people these days before he left but he wasn’t sure. Lambert only grinned so Jaskier believed he was correct in his thinking. 

“What did Geralt do now to piss you off?” 

“We may have gotten into an argument about you,” Lambert only muttered before he buried his face into Jaskier’s neck and the bard frowned. 

“Whatever for?” 

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to travel with me this summer,” Jaskier perked up, he had always hoped but normally every year Lambert would never ask and it always made him a little bit disappointed every summer when he would leave with Geralt instead of Lambert, “And he said no, I would never be able to take care of you.” 

“What? But you do?” 

“He thinks I’m too selfish to take care of you.” 

Jaskier huffed as he wrapped his arms tighter around his witcher. He understood Geralt was looking out for him, but this was cruel. Lambert had a temper. Yes, he could be reckless at times but he always cared for him. He always made sure he was safe first. He wanted to give Geralt a piece of his mind. 

“What did you have in mind?” Jaskier huffed and Lambert only beamed. 

“Wanna dye his hair blue, thinking about doing it in the springs where he doesn’t really notice what he is putting in his hair.” 

“That’s because I am normally the one to give him the oils and shampoo for his hair love.” 

“That’s why I need your help, pretty bard.” 

Jaskier hummed as he frowned, he wasn’t sure if this was the right way to go, “Do you even have the dye?” 

“Of course I do! Got it before I came up here,” Lambert scoffed and Jaskier still hesitated. 

“Will it wash out?” 

“No fucking idea,” Lambert laughed and Jaskier sighed. “He also said there was no way you would agree with traveling with me.” 

“What!? That bastard, let’s do it.” 

“Now we’re talking!” Lambert smiled as he stood up, jaskier squeaking as he wrapped his arms around his witcher's neck, “Don’t worry pretty bard, I won’t drop you.” 

“You better not, now to the baths witcher!” 

He heard Lambert grumble, but he did what Jaskier said and he took it as a win. 

By the time Geralt and Eskel came in the baths, he and Lambert had everything ready and oh was Jaskier excited to see how this would work. Eskel only smiled widely at him while Geralt only nodded before both witchers were naked and in the water. 

“So, you two on better terms?” Jaskier only asked and Geralt only glared at Eskel who only grinned. 

“Geralt apparently didn’t like that I told you about the moat incident when we were younger.” 

“No I did not,” Geralt grumbled and Jaskier only chuckled as Eskel winked at the bard. 

It was quick to pull out the oils that he knew Geralt approved of and to line them up by the edge; he knew the water was going to turn blue but Lambert told him that it was an easy fix for the hot springs. He only gave Eskel a nod to show him that another one of Lambert’s plans were in the works and Eskel only hummed as he shrugged. 

Seemed like Eskel wasn’t going to stop anything and Lambert would be pleased if he were here. 

“Now Geralt, remember this one is to sit in your hair for a while before you wash it out.” 

Geralt only hummed as Jaskier poured the blue oil into white locks, capping the empty vial before he started to massage the oil into the hair. Geralt only hummed, his eyes slipping closed and Eskel only stared with wide eyes before he shook his head. Huh, Eskel really wasn’t going to stop this. 

Lambert would be more than pleased. 

“Alright, now just rest and let it do it’s thing.” Jaskier whispered as he frowned at the blueness of his hands. His hands better not be blue after this or he was going to make Lambert work for his forgiveness. 

Now all there was left was to wait and oh did Jaskier wait as he grinned. Eskel only looked amused as he climbed out of the springs, drying off quickly. It wasn’t long until Lambert waltzed in, looking absolutely ecstatic that Geralt still hadn't noticed yet. 

“Gonna head off now, you boys take care of yourselves,” Jaskier called before he was out of there, immediately going to his room to scrub the blue off his hands. It was difficult, and he wasn’t thrilled but after a few minutes most of it managed to come off. He would have to thank Lambert for leaving the water hot rather than cold. 

It was only a few moments later when he heard Geralt roar and he laughed. He could only hope that Lambert would come back to him in one piece. He only hoped that Geralt wouldn’t be too mad at him for allowing it to happen because, well, he did have a big hand in this one. 

He only grinned, he had what was coming to him anyway, he wasn’t going to regret it. And later on when they all sat down for dinner, Jaskier laughed to the point he was on the floor after looking at Geralt and all the blue that was his hair. 

“You’re not safe either Jaskier,” Gerat warned and Jaskier only nodded as he tried to breathe. 

“I think it suits you,” Eskel wheezed out and it only sent the rest of them back into fits of laughter. 

“Should have never allowed you two to meet,” Geralt growled as Lambert picked Jaskier up from the floor and into his lap. 

“Nah, it was the best thing you did.”  

“Don’t worry Geralt, lots of hot water and a little bit of time will get it out,” Jaskier offered as his apology and Geralt only shook his head before nodding, his quiet acceptance of his apology and Jaskier knew all was well. “But I still have to give you a piece of my mind White Wolf.” 

Geralt only frowned before he seemed to freeze and Jaskier knew that the other man got what exactly he was talking about. It also seemed Geralt knew there was no escape to it. Good. Let the man worry. Lambert was the best thing that happened to him and Geralt needed to have that drilled into him, apparently.

Just meant more fun for him in some ways.