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It was her 9th birthday on October 14th
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Jaskier/Lambert please but i dont know which prompt, so.. itâs up to you please : )
Okay!! I have a migraine fueling this so weâre gonna do some Hurt/comfort I think. Discussion of dyslexia!!
Canon AU, Kaer Morhen
âWhatâre you reading?â
Jaskier glanced up from his book to see Lambert enter the library, looking weary from splitting logs outside. âItâs an old romance novel written in Elder. Want to check it out?â Jaskier offered the book over, marking his place with his thumb so he could return to it when Lambert inevitably denied his offer.
âIâll pass,â Lambert huffed. âNot into that shit.â
âWhat, romance? You liar. Why, just the other day you brought me a lovely assortment of berries you foraged and dragged me out for a picnic Iâm the courtyard. And donât try to tell me you donât know Elder, Iâve heard you talk with Eskel.â
Lambert looked like heâd been caught with a stolen honeycake. âNo, I mean⌠never mind.â
Jaskier had seen the gesture though. âOh. You mean reading?â
witcher fandom: *narrows the ship name for jaskier/lambert to either bombard or lambutt*
me: listen, it's a good joke, it's a GREAT joke even, but I need you to stop anyway
Mostly just gonna spitball ideas here, me and @lovelyeskel were talking about this on Discord with another friend of ours (toss_a_coin_to_your_daddy on Instagram). Kind of a ficlet, mostly organizing ideas into a long rant
Modern AU, Lambuttâ
Jaskier and Lambert meet and become good friends and itâs all dandy and wonderfulâ
Until Jaskier starts catching feelings.
Because, well...
Lambert is taken.
Jaskier has only heard about Lambertâs boyfriend in passing but has no doubt of his existence. He first funds out when Jaskier mentions an issue he had from a previous relationshipâ his ex used to take the food he worked really hard on making for himself.
âOh, Aiden does that all the time.â
So Lambert is unavailable. Or so he thinks.
It goes on for a while, the vague references to Lambertâs partner, and Jaskier finds out a bit more about his behavior and what he does for a livingâ he feels meek in comparison. âLook, I love him, but he keeps leaving his hair all over the place,â and âheâs gone most of the time anyway, and I miss him a lot. But I donât want to control him, he was raised to be adventurous.â They have a good relationship. Jaskier would hate to ruin it. And Aiden seems like a nice guy, with a few random habits and quirks that Lambert complains about. âHe was being so loud last night, my neighbor came over and told me to keep it down. Embarrassing, right?â
But Jaskier wants to be Lambertâs friend, so he doesnât want get involved.
It doesnât stop him from complaining though, telling his best friend Geralt that he canât pursue his brother because of the other man in his life. Geralt, for one, finds the tale terribly tragic. Heâs definitely not laughing at him... right?
When Lambert invites Jaskier to visit, Jaskier expects you meet Aiden. But no such luck. Because of his work schedule, they can only meet up during a certain couple of hours, which happen to be when Aiden is out on his âneighborhood walk.â Lambert says he doesnât come home for hours, sometimes even after Jaskier leaves.
When Lambert tries to kiss Jaskier for the first time, months after Jaskierâs big fat crush starts, one of the most painful things he does is tell him to stop.
âBut... Aiden,â he says, a hand on Lambertâs shoulder.
â...what about him?â Lambert asks. Jaskier is many things, and will do many dumb things, but ruining his friendâs relationship for his own selfish wants is where he draws the line.
âI canât... get involved like that.â
âWhy? Is it because... do you not...â
Before Jaskier can confess, there is a soft tap from near the back door.
âOh, heâs home,â Lambert says, and he sounds so heartbroken. He gets upâ âYou should go, Jaskier.â
Things get awkward between them for a while, but they eventually move past it. Jaskierâs complaints to Geralt donât cease. âHe likes me too, but I just canât do that to his relationship.â
âHmm.â
It finally culminates when Jaskier comes to visit on a rare day off, bright and early. Heâs had a key to Lambertâs house for a while, though heâs never had to use it. He opens the front door and something darts out between his legs, a soft Murrow his only indication of what the creature is.
âLambert!â He calls into the building. âI didnât know you were watching someoneâs cat!â He steps inside and sees Lambert in the kitchen, making pancakes. The car follows him inside, winding around his ankles.
âShit!â Lambert says. âWhy didnât you text me you were coming over?â
âI wanted to surprise you! I had a day off.â
âBut Aidenââ
âOh, is he here?â And Jaskier starts peering around. It is early though, itâs possible Lambertâs Beau is still asleep. Lambert had mentioned he liked to sleep in.
âJaskier, heâs-â
âIâll keep my voice down.â Jaskier kneels on the ground, scratching at the cat on the ground. They seem to enjoy the way he scratches under his ear, if the purr rumbling from his chest is any indication. âSo who is this? Is this your neighborâs cat that you have the food bowl for outside?â
âJaskier-â
âYouâre beautiful! (Mrr) Though you shed quite a bit, donât you?â
âHeâs-â
âOh, a boy! Well heâs very sweet. Arenât you? (mrrp) whatâs his name?â And Jaskier finally shuts up long enough for Lambert to get a word in.
âHeâs not my neighborâs cat.â Jaskier looks up and sees Lambert looking down at him, concerned and quizzical. âI thought you hated cats? And were allergic?â
âWhat gave you that idea? And if this is your cat, you have never mentioned him. Is he new?â
âWhat? I talk about Aiden all the time.â
Everything clicks into place for a moment, and Jaskier feels the weight of all the misunderstandings come crashing down.
âOh my god,â Jaskier mumbles softly.
âYou always got weird when I brought him up though, and I thought you not liking cats was why you didnât want to...â Lambert trails off while Jaskier is still processing.
âYou never mentioned he was a cat, Lambert.â
âYeah I... oh my god.â Jaskier looks up at him and sees his eyes go wide. âYou thought I had a boyfriend.â
âUh-Huh.â
âYou donât hate cats.â
âNo.â
âDo you...â
âOf course I fucking do,â Jaskier says, standing quickly. Aiden meows his annoyance at no longer being the center of attention, but Jaskier Can finally touch Lambert without feeling guilty, and he gently touches his hand. Lambert seizes it.
âWe wasted so much time,â Lambert whispers. âBecause you thought Aiden was a human.â
âAnd you were dating.â
âBut What about when I talk about him shedding?â
âYou bitch about Geralt shedding too, I assumed he had long hair.â
âHis walks?â
âPeople go on walks, Lambert, and I of all people understand the importance of a schedule.â
âWhat about taking him to the vet?â
âI thought he worked there!â
âHoly shit.â
Jaskier lets out a breathless laugh as Aiden winds between his feet. âI think he likes me.â
âHeâs not alone,â Lambert whispers, and Jaskier looks into his eyes, which are part shock and part adoration. Jaskier closes the distance between them.
As it turns out, Jaskier is allergic to cats and hadnât figured it out prior because Geralt had told Lambert they couldnât date because of his cat, and Lambert thought he was allergicâ so he cleaned before Jaskier came over. When Jaskier lays on the couch, sniffling and his eyes streaming while Aiden fallls asleep on his chest, he reassures Lambert that he really does like cats, and likes him even more.
for your prompt request: maybe some lambutt? i would ask for fluff, but really, anything youâre in the mood to write! maybe lambert and jaskier reuniting in winter at kaer morhen after a while apart?
Oooo, this is a good one!! Thank you so much for the prompt, I hope you like this!
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Jaskier had been impatient the entire trip up the mountain. Geralt suffered his enthusiasm silently, knowing he was just excited to reunite with his brotherâhe remembered their last encounter all too well, when Geralt had met with Lambert on the path and Jaskier had practically tackled him, had slid easily into Lambertâs arms and embraced him until Lambert had nearly vomited from the affection.
âI see it!â Jaskier shouted beside him, hopping through the snow, running over the thinner patches until he was nearing the gate. Geralt sighed and tugged Roach a little faster up the pathâ she was getting older, maybe a winter or two left in her.
The doors were still shut when The walls of Kaer Morhen came into view, but movement at the top of the wall told him heâd been spotted by whoever was scouting.
âEskel!â Jaskier greeted his brother first after the doors opened, forgoing a handshake in favor of a friendly squeeze. âItâs good to see you again.â
âSame to you, lark,â Eskel replied, releasing him after a final pat on the shoulder. âLambertâs inside already, going stir crazy from missing you.â
âIâll have to remedy that then, wonât I?â Jaskier practically sprintdd up the stone path towards the keep, while Geralt said hello at a more leisurely pace.
âHey there, wolf,â Eskel said, tugging Geralt into a hug. Geralt sighed, happy to be reunited.
âItâs good to see you.â Geralt turned his face towards Eskelâs hair. âAll in one piece.â
âAs always,â Eskel said, squeezing Geralt a final time. âReady for another winter rod those two being inseparable?â
Geralt was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of something landing heavy in the snow near him.
âDonât Aard me, you bitch!â He looked overmatched and saw Jaskier getting up from the snow, Lambert jogging closerâ
âBring it on!â He shouted, sticking his tongue out at Jaskier just before being hit in the face with a snowball.
âHey, not around Roach you two, you know she spooksââ Eskel approached them to try and settle them down, but was hit double by two snowballs. Geralt smirked to himself, watching Jaskier jog to Lambertâs side and kiss him. âOkay, thatâs it,â Eskel said. Geralt saw him scooping snow up off the ground, packing it togetherâ
âWe should go before we get forced to join in, Roach,â Geralt said to his horse, walking to her other side where he was safe from any stray snowballs.
It was good to be home.
â
There we go!! Just some family fluff. The Lambutt here is subtle, but itâs there. Mostly written for petty sibling fights :)) I hope you liked it!
Purely indulgent Lambert Hair fic. Jaskier discovers Lambert actually has beautiful curly hair, and, to go with it, a shitty hair care routine. Inspired by Paul Bullion and his beautiful, beautiful curly hair. Iâm practically praying that they let him keep it for the show.
The first time Jaskier saw Lambert right when heâd gotten out of the bath, he was pretty sure he had died.
âHand me my shaving kit,â Lambert said, running a rag through his hair. His long, curly hair. He hadnât been prepared for the curls. Lambert always had his hair slicked back, out of his face with a product that left it greasy and sticky to the touch. âJaskier,â Lambert said to get his attention again.
âY-yeah,â Jaskier said, still looking at the gorgeous locks of ginger. âAre you, by chance, not in a rush?â
Lambert ran a hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes, shrugging. âSure,â he said. âContractâs already finished.â
âFantastic,â Jaskier said, rubbing his hands together. âCan I touch your hair?â
Lambert looked at Jaskier like heâd grown a second head. âWhat?â
âLambert, youâve got lovely hair, and you always keep it so⌠greasy. Let me get my hands on you.â He added âPlease?â when Lambert continued to look shocked.
âWhy?â Lambert asked, dragging out the sound. âItâs just hair. Gets in the way.â
âJust-â Jaskierâs voice squeaked several octaves higher, and he cleared his throat to calm it down. âIf you ever say that to me again I will slap you.â He reached his hands out. âNow come here and let me touch your fucking hair.â
Lambert still looked doubtful, but he approached, dripping water onto the floor. He patted himself dry as he walked, though it did little to help. âDo what you want,â he sighed, tipping his head forward. Jaskier pushed his hand into itâ wiry, weak from washing, though still very soft. It tangled around his fingers, and Jaskier suddenly wished he had something to comb it out with.
âYour hair is in terrible shape,â He said sadly. âIt could use a good brushing, and lots of love.â
âWell, someone decided they needed to touch it before I could brush it out. And itâs just hair, not like it needs any special- ow!â Lambert stopped talking when Jaskier smacked the side of his head.
âI am going to make it my personal mission to get you to have a bit of hair care. And the first thing you need to understand is that your hair is a gift, and if you treated it nicely, I bet it would do your looks a lot of favors. Instead of keeping it a greasy disaster, just put it up!â
âLike Geralt?â Lambert scoffed, wincing when Jaskierâs fingers caught on a tangle.
âYes, because he actually gives a shit about his hair. I cannot believe youâve been hiding this from me.â Jaskier pushed a finger into the center of a curl, tugging on it and watching it bounce up when he let go. âLeave it down, for tonight,â Jaskier said, pressing his face into it. Lambert started to protest, but quieted when Jaskier continued. âIâll put oil in it and itâll keep from tangling.â
âFine,â Lambert agreed, tilting his head into Jaskierâs touch. âBut if it doesnât work, youâre buying me more product for it.â
Jaskier could have shouted for joy.
He put oil into his hair and brushed it out gently, which alone had Lambert sighing with every touch. His hair was even curlier with the oil, winding around Lambertâs ears and mixing with his beard. Jaskier was pleased when he saw Lambert absently bouncing the ringlets with a hand while they ate.
He threw out his tin of animal fat the next day.
Could I have 16 for Lambert x Jaskier?? If it's not too much trouble đ
Of course my dear! Thank you for the ask! I had 16 in my previous ask so Iâll have to pick a different part of âI will Waitâ by Mumford and Sons, but Iâll use the same song. Ah! Iâll go with the beginning.
Well I came home like a stone and I fell heavy into your arms
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âIf I must walk one more step, I fear Iâll collapse,â Jaskier said dramatically as he burst into the dining hall. Lambert, Eskel, and Geralt were there, several rounds deep into a game of Gwent.
âGood riddance,â someone muttered. Jaskier contorted his face into mock-offense.
âI may just have to collapse in the middle of your game, if you keep that up.â
Eskel laughed, ever the one with the sense of humor. Although he was probably drunk.
âCan you come back in a few to complain? Iâm a couple turns away from taking all of this moronâs coin.â Lambert was the one who spoke, and Jaskier wandered right over and pressed up behind him. He had a good hand, and his field looked solid. Geralt had been known to snatch victories from near defeats, though.
âI imagine that will be the other way around, dear Lambert,â Jaskier muttered. It seemed to be Geraltâs turn, and Geralt looked at Jaskier briefly before back to his hand.
âReally, you think he can come back from this?â Lambert gestured at the table. Jaskier hummed non-commitally. âIf he beats me, I will carry you to bed and listen to you whine myself,â He scoffed.
âWell,â Geralt said, cutting in. âYouâd better warm up your arms then.â He placed down a cardâ Commanderâs Hornâ and stared smugly at Lambert over the table.
âOh, you-â Lambert looked frustratedly at his hand, and Geraltâs fieldâ then threw his cards down and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. âFuck.â
Jaskier cackled with glee and leaned on Lambert heavily. âWell, a manâs word is his bond,â Jaskier muttered. âWhatâs this you mentioned about carrying me to bed, now?â
The punch he got was worth it when Lambert scooped him off his feet moments later.
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Thank you again, I hope you like it!!