Collab with the wonderful and crazy talented @elmonstro . It was so much fun working on this with you!!

Lambert absolutely hated markets. As a general rule they were noisy, crowded and more often than not at least one merchant would try to rip him off once they caught sight of either his medallion or his eyes. Aiden however, had no such hang ups and loved to people watch and talk to various merchants about their wares, the stall owners scents turning to just a general wariness which was easier to ignore as he complimented the quality of their wares or charmingly haggled over price in a way Lambert never could (whether it was due to his schools teachings in getting certain humans to lower their guard or if it was just Aiden, Lambert wasn't quite sure).

He found his gaze wandering as he stood listening to Aiden get into an animated discussion about a spice he'd never even heard of, nevermind tasted. Some of the merchants looked to be packing away for the day, a mother pulled a fussing child away as they made grabby hands at a stall selling various sweet treats and he was pretty sure that young woman just pickpocketed the old man she'd bumped into but Lambert decided he probably deserved it, if the name he called her in response to her apology for running into him was anything to go by.

The telltale flash of sunlight on metal coming from the end of the row caught his attention. They'd done this enough times now for Lambert to know he'd probably be back before Aiden even noticed he'd gone and if he wasn't, the Cat would have no problem finding him again.

The stall had a surprisingly wide array. Lambert spotted wicked looking punch knives with engraved blades alongside the usual vegetable and carving knives. A couple of ornate daggers which were definitely more for decoration than practical use if the fancy handles and sheaths were any indication took pride of place front and centre. No swords but judging from how old and stooped the smith looked, Lambert took an educated guess that the heavier stuff was back in his workshop. Lambert was about to turn around and make his way back to Aiden when he spotted them. Nestled towards the back was a pair of daggers. Small enough to be easily concealed but the blades looking wicked sharp nonetheless. One had a slight curve whilst the other was straight as a rod. The handles had the exact same simple ornamentation - a line of gold filigree winding around and up the steel like a vine whilst the accompanying sheaths were the exact same shade of royal blue. A matched set then.

Lambert: We need to talk.

Eskel: This about Aiden? Don't you want to hear our side of the story with your little sex buddy?

Lambert: No, I don't.

Geralt: Come on. Where's the love, where's the loyalty? Where's the automatically siding with the people you care about most?

Lambert:...

Eskel: Oh. That's what you're doing isn't it?

Aiden and Lambert wake up in bed together

Lambert internally: Oh my Gods; you slept with your best friend! This will be a disaster unless you say the right thing, so choose your words carefully.

Turns to Aiden

Lambert: Great job last night, buddy.

Aiden: 🤨

Aiden/Lambert ficlet based on some gorgeous art by @elmonstro (check out the rest of their stuff too. It's all absolutely amazing!!😍)

Lambert has a bad time with toxicity after a job. Lucky (and unexpectedly) for him he doesn't have to handle it alone this time.

C/W implied sexual content under the cut.

Lambert stumbled his way back through the trees, barely aware of where exactly he was placing his feet. He’d managed to ignore for as long as it took him to collect payment and leave that little piss water town to his back, dragging the head of the leshen behind him as his skin started growing tighter and his hand started feeling like a detached entity, refusing to co-operate in dropping it in the dirt after the Alderman had basically ordered that he take it and dispose of it if he wished to be given anything.

Now that he was a safe distance away there was no denying the toxicity had him firmly in its grip. He swore he could almost feel the poison pulsating under his skin in time with his heartbeat as the too sharp, too bright colours of the setting sun started to swim together at the edges of his vision and the pain behind his eyes grew stronger as every sound felt like someone striking his skull with a dull axe. Even his sense of smell was betraying him. Each inhale stinging his sinuses as he tried to focus on finding his way back to his camp where he could curl up into a pathetic little ball as the haze descended again and he waited out the need to either fuck or fight (his body wasn’t picky about which) in privacy if not in comfort; hardly noticing the smell of spices growing stronger as he stumbled into the small clearing he’d been calling home for the last couple of days. What was another note in the current cacophony?

Lambert whimpered as he tried to bury his face deeper into the soft fabric as he felt the throbbing in his head finally subside; stiffening instantly when he realised the fabric in question appeared to be the shirt of whoever’s lap he was currently in.

“Shhhh. Easy Pup. S’just me.” A hand ran through his hair, the same hand he was sure had held him close whilst that voice murmured something in his ear. He tilted his head slightly to peer about with one eye warily. Night had fallen, the clearing illuminated only by the feeble light of the crescent moon with Lambert not having had the wherewithal to light a fire and his unexpected company also being unable, pinned as they were between Lambert’s bulk and the tree they were sat against.

“A-Aid’n?” He slurred, tongue feeling like a lead weight in his mouth.

“One and only. You back with me?”

Lambert grunted an affirmative, moving to lift his head up further before thinking better of it and letting it drop back onto the others shoulder as the world started spinning again, wordlessly nosing at Aiden’s collar.

“Easy there.” Aiden cooed, “Dunno what the fuck you took, but you’ve been on the comedown for awhile. Take your time.”

“Wha’ happened? Y’not supposed t’be here.”

Lambert felt Aiden purposefully stifle his laughter so he didn’t jostle him too much, “Call it luck. Was passing through and recognised your scent all over this place. Figured you were the one who’d beaten me to that contract so I thought I’d surprise you. Good thing I did, you could barely walk when you came crashing through the trees with a leshen head and all the grace of a drunk boar.”

Lambert growled half-heartedly at the comparison, “Then what?”

He felt Aiden shift underneath him, “Well, after I convinced you to drop the fucking head you had the bright idea of driving your swords into the thing – was almost like you were making sure it was actually dead - before you more or less collapsed onto me and wouldn’t let go. Should’ve known you’d be a clingy fucker when you’re in the grips. After that you sort of, well, how much exactly do you remember?”

Lambert was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. Aiden was sprawled across his chest and had been staring intently at his face -more specifically, his mouth - for a solid minute and had yet to say anything.

He cleared his throat, "If you're trying to figure out how to ask if you can kiss me it's a little late, considering what we just-"

"Has that always been there?"

"What?"

"That." Aiden tapped the tip of a finger to the very corner of Lambert's mouth and suddenly the Wolf knew exactly what he was talking about. A small scar, so faded even he often forgot it was there, especially since puberty kicked in and he was able to grow facial hair. Of course Aiden would have missed it until they were nose to nose (and other parts to....other parts).

He shrugged carelessly, "Eh, more or less. Know I got it before Kaer Morhen, forgotten how exactly though."

Aiden harrumphed before leaning up to press a light kiss to it, followed by another, and another.

"The hell are you doing?" Lambert laughed, words slightly muffled by the others lips half covering his own every time he descended.

"I kissed all your others better and I've been called many things in bed but negligent isn't one of 'em. So I'm correcting my mistake."

Lambert rolled his eyes before shifting his head ever so slightly to catch Aiden in a proper kiss, feeling the Cat's grin matching his own.

Aiden/Lambert angst

C/W character death

Aiden groaned, trying to simultaneously rub the sleep from his eyes and move his hair off his face. Crap, when had he fallen asleep?

Someone let out an amused huff next to him, "Mornin' Sunshine."

Aiden's breath left him in a shaky exhale as he flipped his body to fully face the other side of the bed.

"Lambert?"

"You expecting someone else?" He asked arching an eyebrow.

Aiden saw his cocky expression morph into one of concerned panic just before his vision started to blur.

"Oh shit, Aiden. Please don't cry."

Aiden didn't need to be able to see Lambert to know that the other would be looking like one of his own bombs was about to go off in his face. He could almost feel the heat from Lambert's hand as it hovered awkwardly in the vicinity of his shoulder. His Wolf never did know how to handle tears, from anybody.

Vamp!Aiden, werewolf!Lambert

"C'mon, you've seen me. Unless you've got something to be embarrassed about."

"Yeah, on accident. And I have nothing to be embarrassed about, fuck you very much."

"So what's the big deal? If we're going to keep meeting up like this I'm going to see it eventually anyway."

"Oh, for fucks sake. If I show you will you drop it and move on?" Aiden snapped in frustration while Lambert nodded smugly at having finally gotten his way.

"Fine. But just for a minute, ok. We are in a public place afterall." The vampire sighed in defeat as he shucked off his jacket (he learned the hard way layers were a bitch for this), whilst looking around to check that they were still alone. Ever since Aiden had accidentally come across Lambert in his wolf form on the last full moon, the werewolf had turned into a total brat and been on a whole "You've seen mine, now I should see yours" thing for weeks. Honestly, the whole 'dog with a bone' simile was a little too on the nose when it came to describing his friend.

Lambert wasn't quite sure what he was expecting to happen - part of him wondered if it would be similar to his own transformations - but he knew it wasn't Aiden standing there one minute and a small, black lump flying towards his face the next. Only the fact that he knew it was his friend made him rein in the urge to hit out or flinch away, intead settling for screwing his eyes shut until he heard a small squeak come from the front of his shirt. Cracking an eye open, he peered down.

Aiden was.....there was no other way to describe it.

Aiden was fucking adorable!!

Lambert/Aiden (slightly angsty) reunion snuggles!

Smut under the cut.

For all Geralt was absolute crap at reading the room when it came to his own relationships, he was an expert when it came to those of his family. Something Lambert had never been more thankful for when the White Wolf made some absolute bullshit excuse and left Lambert and Aiden alone at the inn in their shared room after a shared dinner to "Talk or whatever. I'll be back in the morning."

He owed the older Wolf big time. First helping in tracking down Jad and then Aiden after they heard mention in a tiny village of a green eyed Witcher passing through some months ago. They'd worn no medallion and armour seemingly cobbled together from scraps, but Lambert had been adamant it couldn't possibly be anybody else.

He had absolutely no idea how he was even going to begin paying brother back, but that was a worry for when he wasn't sat in the middle of the narrow bed, stark naked and knuckles deep in his lover.

Trying photo editing

Lambert: Well, thanks a lot for hooking me up Jask. I want you to know that I want you to attend our wedding as my guest.

Jaskier: I’m Aiden's best man. Okay? Don’t try to blue pin me.