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Ok so I've finally finished watching The Witcher (Zaklínač)

and......... I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT

The actors, costumes and the CGI were fantastic, but I was also blown away by the soundtracks and by Jaskiers songs.

I heard Toss the coin & Burn Butcher in multiple languages and I would like to say that every dubbed version is beautiful.

I like to watch movies and TV shows in their original languages but I decided to watch The Witcher in the Czech dubb. And I wasn't disappointed.

And also you know me..... I really adore Jaskier. He's such a sweetheart ❤️ I really want him to be save and to Geralt to protect him at all cost.

So I hope that at the end of this show we will get a wedding between Jaskier and Geralt. Honestly they deserve it.

Just look at them.....

They are destined to be together!!

Anyway thanks for reading this post and sharing my love for The Witcher series and Geraskier 🖤

Brother Love

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Summary: Young!Kaer Morons duelling because they have big egos Warnings: Swearing; Possibly bad descriptions of combat A/N: I need more fanfics of the young witchers, please get out there everyone and do the lords work. Also I know that in canon the story between how Lambert and Aiden met is different but I thought this would be cuter.

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“Ugh, just looking at his sly smile makes me wanna punch him in the face”

“Your’s isn’t any better though.”

“The punching isn’t exclusive to him, you know?” 

Geralt’s lips twisted into a grin as he heard the agitated voices of his brethren. He wiped the sweat off his brow after he fastened the Reins of Roach to the post right outside the fortress of Kaer Morhen. “They’re just mad cause I’m better than them- isn’t that right girl?” He patted the horse's mane lovingly before pulling an apple out of the knapsack which was hanging from the saddle and feeding it to the chestnut colored mare.

Having decided that he had eavesdropped enough, Geralt made his way up the stairs and into the large stronghold that he called his home. Even though the entrance hall seemed intimidating at first, he had learned to love the sheer vastness of it all and most of all, it was the people with whom he was sharing this particular space with that made him appreciate it. 

Although the very same people had been gossiping about him just before they heard the massive wooden doors creak as they were shoved open. 

“Your favorite Witcher has returned everyone!” Geralt winked at the two boys sitting at one of the two long tables, Lambert greeting him with a roll of the eyes. 

“Oh please, hold back on the applause Gentlemen! Lest I confuse you with one of the plenty maidens which nearly started brawling at the opportunity to simply share a few words with me!”

In a gesture of feigned modesty, Geralt threw up his arms as he stepped toward the two. 

“I need you to jump out of a window.” Lambert’s face screamed ‘unimpressed’ while he watched Geralt sit down next to him, cockily reaching for his mug of mead and taking a sip as if it was his own.

“Lambert’s just mad ‘cause he embarrassed himself on the contract, don’t worry about it.” 

Eskel smirked, seemingly recounting what had happened earlier today, ignoring the grumbling coming from the boy in front of him.

“What? Fell face first into the mud while trying to dodge a Drowner?” The white haired boy nudged the other with his elbow, taking another swig.

“That happened like when? 5 years ago? Besides, it’s not my fault that these slimy bastards love the swamp..”

Lambert snatched the mug from Geralt's hands, shooting him a challenging look which Eskel immediately recognized. “Oh no, don’t embarrass yourself Lam.” Duels were no novelty among the brothers. Vesemir’s original notion for those was to show the witchers what they lacked and could improve on yet often a simple training session would just result in a power show for the juvenile boys.

Geralt’s gaze wandered from Eskel back to Lambert who was still staring daggers at him. A smile crept to his lips. 

“You wanna go?” 

Lambert took one last swig of the mug before harshly letting it collide with the wooden table beneath him, wiping any excess alcohol off of his mouth. 

“You bet, pretty boy”

A few light hearted quips and glares later, the boys found themselves in the courtyard. The setting sun casting a mesmerizing hue of golden over the land and illuminating their faces.

Eskel stood to the side, sighing before clasping his hands together. He knew he couldn’t change the minds of both of his brothers, the only thing he could do was pray that Vesemir wouldn’t return any time soon or else he wouldn’t hear the end of it. 

“Alright guys!” Eskel raised his voice, something he still wasn’t quite comfortable with. 

“No magic, no grabbing off the actual swords-” Eskel’s gaze wandered from his brothers to the sword stands just a few meters away. 

“These wooden things make me feel like I’m a child..” Lambert mumbled under his breath, turning the wooden sword in his hands.

“And most importantly!” Lambert and Geralt looked expectantly at Eskel, both eager to finally begin.

“No biting and no hair pulling.”

“Aw c’mon, hair pulling is like the only good thing” 

“I’m the only one who has hair, you dork ass loser.”

“Not after I’m done with you!”

Once again, Eskel sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. He really prayed that Vesemir wouldn’t return any time soon. 

“Okay, to make up for the hair pulling:”

His brothers turned to him once again, their interest clearly piqued.

“How about you bet on something?” 

The proposal was instantly met with joy and as Geralt seemed to think hard about what he wanted Lambert to do, the other was quick as always:

“If I win, Geralt has to shave his head.”

“No fucking way.” 

“Yeah way, pretty boy.”

Lambert blew the white haired one a kiss, winking at him with a mischievous look in his eyes. The image of a bald Geralt seemingly enough to motivate him. 

“Geralt, you got anything in mind?” 

He absentmindedly scratched his chin (partly to emphasize the faint facial hair which the others weren’t able to grow yet. 

“If i win..” he began dramatically, leaving a pause in which he intensely stared at the boy across from him. 

“Lambert has to ask Aiden to accompany him for an entire day of contracts.” 

The grin which Geralt was wearing on his face was dirtier than if he actually fell into horse feces.

It was no secret that there had been something happening in Lambert's mind when they had that school exchange two years ago. Aiden was a fellow witcher from the school of the cat and while Eskel went to said school for about six months, Aiden had stayed in Kaer Morhen with Geralt and Lambert, training alongside them. 

The subject of whether or not Lambert fancied the boy had become good teasing material for Geralt and Eskel and yet, the youngest at least tried to seem nonchalant about it but apparently this time, Geralt's bargain was of another caliber. 

Lambert's face twisted for just a split second and there was an unfamiliar redness that lightly tinted his cheeks. One that a regular human wouldn’t have noticed, his brothers were anything but regular though, to his dismay. 

“Tz, why would that be a problem?” 

Lambert couldn’t get more unlucky with the way his voice cracked right when spoke. It only took one exchange of looks between the white haired boy and the brunette standing to the side for them to erupt into laughter. 

“What the fuck is your problem? I don’t see an issue!” 

After about two minutes of continuous laughter, Eskel wiped a tear from his eye, trying to regulate his breathing while Geralt mockingly repeated the voice crack.

“Alright, okay!” 

Geralt took one last shaky breath, readying himself for the duel in which he would give his all. The image of Lambert nervously asking someone out while he could watch with a self satisfied grin filled him with the determination to win. 

“Ready, Set, GO!”

Within milliseconds, their swords collided. Both of them change sides, their eyes locked in an intense game of guessing. Either one anticipating or better, waiting for the other to make a move. 

Just as Geralt had thought, Lambert took a small step forward, switching the weight from one foot to the other, raising his sword, trying to go for a strike which Geralt hurriedly parried.

Another strike, this time from above. Geralt took a few small steps back, making sure he kept himself steady.

As his sword collided with that of his youngest brother, he saw an opportunity. It was destined to fail but if he was quick enough he could strike him fast enough for him to become panicked. 

With one determined push, the white haired boy set to attack:

Parry. 

This time Geralt went for a lower stab while simultaneously blocking another attempt at a slash from Lambert. Swiftly, Geralt jumped to the side, giving him an advantage:

He struck again. This time, Lambert barely managed to block with the sword guard. 

The splinters were flying from the wooden weapons, Eskel had already taken multiple steps back so as to not get any more injuries to his face than he already had. 

Suddenly, Lambert went for a stab that Geralt just managed to jump away from. 

Both of them were beginning to become aggressive which meant that he had to be even more careful and regain a sense of calmness. 

It was a risky attempt but in his rush, Geralt decided to go for a broad slash, one that almost landed were it not for Lambert's quick reflexes. The younger one jumped backwards.

Now it seemed like Lambert had also noticed his impatience, the two boys were now standing across from each other, circling and watching. 

“I can’t wait to watch you talk to Aiden..” Geralt winked at him. Although he was talking, his attention was fully focused on the movement of his opponent. 

“Shut up dude.” Lambert wasn’t fazed by Geralt's attempt of distraction, guess he had to pull out the big ones, he thought. 

“Oh Aiden, it seems that my horse isn’t fit enough to be ridden..” The white haired mocked in a higher voice, another smile on his lips as he could hear Eskel cackling in the background. 

He closely studied Lambert's grip, ever so slightly tightening, his pulse quickening by just a smidgen. 

“You wouldn’t mind if I rode with you and held onto you and your strong, muscled biceps, would you?” 

Ah, there it was, Geralt thought as he parried a wave of slashes, pushing down the blade of his now agitated brother. 

He went for a stab and although it didn’t land, he was now in a position to win.

Geralt went for another slash, which Lambert parried but led him to believe he had an opening. 

The strike from above was dodged swiftly as Geralt ducked underneath the arm of the other and struck a fatal blow to the other ones side.

“FUCK!” 

“You suck.” 

Geralt put a hand on the shoulder of Lambert who was just staring at the ground now, his sword falling to his side. 

“You fought well though, don’t worry.”

“Thanks..” 

The youngest patted Geralt's hand on his shoulder and wiped the sweat off of his brow. 

“Guess Aiden will be a lucky man next time we visit… Ouch what the fuck you asshole?” 

And there it was, the hair pulling. 

“Eskel! Do something!” Geralt struggled to remove Lambert's hand from the tight grip he had on his roots, his scalp burning already. 

“The duel is over, the rules aren’t set anymore!” 

“Yeah you heard him! No rules anymore you cheap Amor!” 

“Just what is going on here?” 

Nothing froze the boys up as effectively as the authoritative voice of a certain mentor. 

Geralt let out a sigh of relief as the deathgrip on his hair was removed. 

“Stand straight you three!” 

Almost like they were the most obedient soldiers in the army, all three of them lined up, statues as straight as if they had been hammered into stone. 

“Eskel, just what the fuck have these two done?”

Vesemir seemed more fed up than anything rubbing the bridge of his nose in disbelief. 

Lambert and Geralt shot Eskel a pleading look, he could just rat them out, tell the truth about why they started the duel. 

Eskel sighed once again. “We thought it would be a good idea to train a bit more, we wanted to show you that we could be unsupervised and still work on our abilities.” 

Alright, both Geralt and Lambert thought, they would take over all of Eskel’s chores for the month. 

“Well that is noble.. And how’d that work out?” 

Vesemir narrowed his eyes at the few strands of white hair that clung to Lambert's glove, who just gave him a sheepish look in return. 

“Well,” Lambert began. “We simply wanted to emulate all different kinds of situations, like what if someone grabbed you by your hair in the middle of a fight?” He wanted to emphasize his point by putting his hand on Geralt's head once again, yet the older one just flinched at the gesture, shooting him a look that would definitely kill if Lambert hadn’t been his brother.

Vesemir looked unimpressed but eventually just signaled the boys to follow him inside. 

As Lambert and Geralt ran past Eskel and Vesemir to take over Eskel’s dinner duty, they heard Vesemir call out to them:

“And by the way Lambert.”

The boy turned around to the old Witcher.

“Eskel is way better at lying than you are.”

Hello there, may I share an AU/drabble of sort concerning Lambert!

So, while lurking I learned Paul Bullion can play the guitar. Inspired by that, what if Lambert gets a guitar while on the path? (Or perhaps something else. I believe they were around at that time period but I could be wrong?? I’ll go with the guitar for now.) 

In my mind he got it while hanging around Novigrad. He was just looking at a music stand out of curiosity and the vendor told him something like “Go away, Witcher you’re scaring my customers! What’s a witcher gotta do with instruments?” To which Lambert takes offence, tells him to go fuck himself and stomped to the music vendor on the opposite side of the street to buy the nearest instrument. To prove a point.

The guitar is forgotten for a little while. He just hauls it around in its case as he goes from contract to contract. He owns it for about a year or two before he considers scrapping it or reselling it

That was until Eskel comments on it. He dosen’t understand why Lambert carries around a guitar when obviously he would never learn to play it. He tells Lambert just that as they reunite one winter.

Lambert’s response is to rush back out of Kaer Morhen to a bookstore before the snow comes in. He buys himself a manuscript on how to play guitar and he starts to learn right as he comes back to the keep. Eskel’s not about to tell him what he can and can’t do. 

He practices over the winter and it all sounds quite horrible. He only plays in his room when he’s certain no one’s listening.

Come next winter he’s not an expert but he’s passable, and of this the Witcher is proud. His plan to show off to Eskel was forgotten and he kept on playing in his room. He might of started to enjoy it at some point, but he wouldn’t tell anyone that.

One day he stops by Oxenfurt and buys himself a second manuscript, full of new music for him to play. He’s trying to figure one of them out when some man he never met walks up to him. 

The guy is a bard, he learns, and an absolute asshole. A complete elitist who belittles him for how he plays and his little knowledge in the classics. Lambert would love to shut him up, really, but he dosen’t understand a single thing the man is saying. 

He ends up punching him unconscious and storming off. Another book is bought, on music theory, before he leaves the city.

Lambert would love to learn this music theory thing and shove it in that bard’s face. Thing is, he’s a casual player and some music theory is a lot harder to learn on your own than it is to learn how to play an instrument.

So he’s really pissed off to admit he cannot put the bard in his place. Enough he stops playing around humans altogether.

Until he meets Jaskier, whom he refuses to even talk to at first because of his previous encounter with a bard.

But Jaskier is intent on befriending Lambert the second Geralt mentions he plays the guitar. Because why would he not? A witcher that shares a skill with him was bound to be interesting!

No time is wasted on trying to talk to Lambert about music. He asks him multiple times to listen to him play. Every single time, the young witcher tells him to fuck off and locks his room’s door behind him. Jaskier even tried to trade his share of pie (plus Gertalt’s, though he wasn’t aware of this) to just hear one song.

Lambert eventually succumbs to his annoyance and lets him in his room while he practices one afternoon.

Jaskier just sat himself in a chair like he lived there his entire life, took out his lute and asked what they were playing.

Before he knows it, the bard shows up in Lambert’s room whenever he practices. Sometimes they play together, others it’s just Lambert while Jaskier writes. He gave really good pointers to help the witcher play. He even went as far as to teach him a bit of music theory when Lambert asked.

Lambert learned the basics, but also that he didn’t care to learn anything more than that. So he gives the book to Jaskier, music theory was forgotten and they went back to playing and writing.

Winter had progressed quite a bit when Jaskier convinced Lambert to practice in the library instead of his room.

Vesemir said nothing at first. If he happened to also be in the library, he would go about his business. Sometimes, when Vesemir was reorganising the bookshelves, Lambert could hear the rustle of books stop for dozens of minutes. He didn’t think much about it.

After a week they were relocated to “the sitting room”, which the witcher swore didn’t exist before. The old witcher played dumb when confronted about it.

Eskel was the next to discover the room. Jaskier could see him pass by through the small opening in the door. He would lean himself against the wall, stand there for a while and then go about his buisness. Geralt started doing it too shortly after.

It’s uncertain when Lambert became comfortable with the idea to play in front of his family, but Jaskier was probably to blame. Two winters of playing in the sitting room had passed when one evening he broke into song after supper (as he often did). Lambert just stood up, left, came back with his guitar and accompanied him.

After that, whatever form of secrecy surrounding music and Lambert just dissolved. They often played for the other wolves.

Jaskier, Lambert had decided, was not a bad man. Enough so he mentions the asshole bard to him one day. Somehow, some way, just by the brief description Lambert gives him, he immediately recognises the man to be Vlado Marx.

So there came a plan. Once it was spring, they parted with a promise to meet in Oxenfurt during the summer.

Jaskier arrives a week or so before Lambert to produce a band permit for “The Northern Harpies”. They found Vlado Marx playing on a stage in the streets and set up close enough to be a distraction but far enough, so they were not breaking any rules and begun to play.

They annoy the man for over a week by just stealing all his crowd. The fact they got a lot of coin in the process was a bonus

Since then, Lambert and Jaskier play together almost every time they meet and refer to each other as bandmates with a bit of humor.

That was the idea! Sorry if any of it is ooc, I haven’t interacted with Lambert much in the games yet.

Other things that would be cool, but I could not fit in this:

 Lambert and Jaskier arrange a duet version of Toss a Coin and harass Geralt with it.

They enter a barding competition as The Northern Harpies a joke and win.

 Eskel finds the Geralt harassment funny. Then Lambert tells Jaskier about Eskel’s adventures. A song is made. Eskel dosen’t think it’s funny anymore.

They can’t ever agree on what vibe(tm) The Northern Harpies should have, so their experimental phase is never-ending.