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bard-llama · 6 months

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WiP Wednesday: Lambert/Aiden

I still have almost an hour while it's still Wednesday and I've been working on a couple of Laiden pieces lately, but this one is actually the first fic I started for them. Set post-W3/post-Battle of Kaer Morhen.

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The assassins didn’t kill him, but they tried damn hard. Which is why it had taken Aiden the better part of a year to go looking for his companion. His friend. Aiden had been hoping to maybe change that to more than a friend, before everything had gone to shit.

But here he was now, fighting his way through monsters to the Wolf Witcher fortress at Kaer Morhen. He entered through the front gate, as a show of good faith – he wasn’t here to attack, wasn't here to steal secrets. He was just here for Lambert.

A Wolf Witcher with vicious scarring on his face found him first. “Who the fuck are you?” he demanded.

Aiden held up his hands. “I’m not here for a fight. I just want to see Lambert.” As he spoke, he caught sight of two more Wolfs making their way down from the keep to the front gate. He swallowed, wondering how Lambert might react. He’d heard rumors that Lambert and another Wolf had avenged him. In his recovery, he’d held that close to his heart as a sign that Lambert cared.

But he’d gone and died on Lambert. He wouldn’t blame the Wolf for punching him, screaming at him, anything to express the rage that hid his deep concern. Lambert truly did care, underneath his asshole exterior, and Aiden bit his lip and focused on that. Lambert cared. Even if he was mad, he probably wouldn’t run Aiden out of Kaer Morhen.

He hoped.

Aiden saw the moment Lambert drew close enough to recognize him, to smell him and realize that his senses weren’t lying. There was a rough gasp that echoed in the still air and then Lambert was running at him.

Aiden braced himself for a hit, but instead, a warm body pressed against him and arms wrapped around his neck. “Aiden,” Lambert said, and his voice sounded on the edge of tears, which was terrifying.

Lambert never cried. Aiden had been the one to cause this and he cursed himself for it.

“Oh, this is Aiden,” the scarred Wolf said, his smirk twisting the edges of the scars where they met his lips.

Aiden’s spine straightened in indignation, but then the white haired Wolf who’d accompanied Lambert drew level with them and said, “you better have a damn good explanation as to why Lambert thought you were dead.”

Aiden swallowed. “I–”

“Fuck off,” Lambert snarled, pulling away from Aiden to glare at his brothers. Aiden mourned the loss immediately, his front feeling colder than it should after Lambert’s warmth. “I want to talk to him. Go – fuck a goat or something.”

The other two witchers sputtered and Aiden had to bite his lip to keep from snickering. That was the Lambert he knew and loved.

He reached out tentatively to touch Lambert’s shoulder, and Lambert surprised him by whirling around and catching his hand in midair, hauling him towards the keep. Stumbling, Aiden let himself be towed along, unreasonably stuck on the feeling of Lambert’s fingers against his.

Lambert led him into the fortress and halfway up a tower before pushing open the door to a room and pulling Aiden in.

“They’ll probably still listen in. Assholes.” Lambert said.

“I’m sorry,” Aiden blurted out. “I didn’t mean to– I heard you avenged me. Thank you.”

Lambert made a small pained sound that Aiden never wanted to hear ever again. “Yeah, well,” he scuffed the toe of his boot against the floor and then seemed to realize he was still holding Aiden’s hand, because he dropped it like it was on fire.

“I came as soon as I was able,” Aiden said softly, feeling like he had to justify his absence. “When I realized you thought I was dead, I was too weak to send a message. And you probably wouldn’t have believed it anyway.”

“Hmph,” Lambert grunted. He flexed his fingers a few times before determinedly crossing his arms over his chest. “How did you survive?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. One moment, I’m getting ambushed and my ass kicked, next moment I’m waking up in a cave with half my chest on fire.”

“What!?” Lambert stomped forward and reached for Aiden’s chest as if he could feel the injury underneath the armor. But when his hand was halfway up, he froze and started to let it drop again.

Aiden caught Lambert’s hand, bringing it up to his shoulder where the burn scars peeked out of his collar and tilted his head so Lambert could see. “It looks bad,” he admitted, “but it doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

Lambert slowly let his fingers reach out to touch Aiden’s skin, and the Cat Witcher couldn’t help but let his eyes slide shut at the soft drag of callused fingertips.

“I thought you were dead.” He’d never heard Lambert’s voice so soft. It almost scared him. How badly had he hurt Lambert? Could he ever make up for that?

“I know.”

“I mourned you.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Gods dammit, you asshole, I fucking cried for you!”

Aiden’s breath caught. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t realize, not until after.” Lambert said nonsensically, shaking his head. “After you were gone and I couldn’t do a damn thing.”

“What?”

Lambert just shook his head, his hands fisting at his sides again. He glared at Aiden with suspiciously shiny eyes and Aiden had no idea what was happening, but he would happily stare at Lambert for as long as the Wolf permitted.

“Fuck it,” Lambert huffed, and then he was striding towards Aiden again, his hands sliding over Aiden’s cheeks like he was something delicate, worthy of gentle touch. Aiden couldn’t help the small sound that escaped him, but it didn’t matter, because Lambert’s hands were followed by his lips pressing against Aiden’s, and then everything else in the world ceased to exist.

Lambert’s lips were rough and chapped, catching as he tried to slide his lips across Aiden’s. Aiden dared to let his tongue swipe over Lambert’s bottom lip, and suddenly Lambert’s hands were slipping up into his hair, curling around his ears, and Lambert’s mouth opened against his. Lambert sucked on his tongue and pulled Aiden closer, and Aiden suddenly remembered that he had hands, hands that were uselessly clutching at Lambert’s chest. He slid them around Lambert’s waist, pulling him even closer.

When they drew back to catch their breaths, Aiden stared into Lambert’s eyes, which were half lidded with pleasure. Had he truly done that? Was this really happening?

“Lambert,” his voice came out breathier than he’d like and he swallowed. He tried to think of what to say, but his mind was reeling in shock and relief and joy, and all he could do was clutch at Lambert to stay upright as his knees turned to liquid.

“You’re really here,” Lambert whispered, his fingers sliding out of Aiden’s hair to trace the lines of his face. “If you’re some sort of doppler or illusion, I swear to fuck–”

“I’m not. I swear, it’s really me.” Aiden had to bring his own hand up to trace Lambert’s jaw. “You really–?” The calluses on Lambert’s fingertips caught on a small scar that Aiden hid under his stubble and he shivered.

“Shut up,” Lambert said and kissed him again, sucking on his bottom lip. Aiden melted into the kiss, cupping the back of Lambert’s neck. Lambert’s fingers traced over the edge of his scars, and it was strangely nice to feel the flickers of sensation interspersed with the numbness of deadened nerves as Lambert’s fingers moved across his skin. “Let me see,” Lambert demanded, really asking permission.

Aiden nodded and reached for the clasps to his armor. Lambert helped him, a million contracts together making his fingers quick and practiced. Aiden pulled his chest plate off and the shirt underneath was soaked in sweat and sticking to his body. Lambert didn’t seem to care, because his fingers followed the scar that peaked out through the shirt’s neckline before fisting his hands in the fabric and ripping it from Aiden’s body.

“Lambert!” He’d been aiming for scandalized, but it came out more amused. What was it about Lambert that seemed to do away with all of his training and control? As a Cat Witcher, he was well versed in disguise and impersonation and stealth – and yet Lambert had never been deceived.

In all honesty, that was one of the reasons Aiden liked him.

Lambert kissed him again, and Aiden was beginning to realize that not only was Lambert extremely good at kissing, but he seemed to love it, making small noises as their lips slid together.

Aiden had never thought of kissing as anything special before – it was just a thing some people liked and some didn’t, like any other kind of foreplay. But as Lambert sucked at his lips, sending tingles of pleasure down Aiden’s spine, he was suddenly a huge fan of kissing.

He would be even more of a fan of it if they were horizontal. “Bed,” he gasped against Lambert’s mouth. Lambert hummed, but didn’t move, instead sucking kisses across Aiden’s jaw. Aiden cupped his hand around the back of Lambert’s neck again and opened his eyes long enough to glance around the room and find the bed. Then he was moving Lambert directly towards it, trying not to trip over the mess across the floor.

If Aiden weren’t so attached to Lambert, the sheer amount of dirty laundry on the floor would disgust him. As it was, he just found it oddly endearing.

Fuck, he really was gone on this asshole, wasn’t he? Fortunately, Lambert seemed to be just as gone as he nipped and sucked marks along Aiden’s jaw. The idea of wearing Lambert’s marks made his back arch and Lambert rumbled in pleasure.

It took far too long to reach the bed, but finally, he pushed Lambert down to sit on the surprisingly homey-looking, hand-knitted bedspread. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Lambert had knitted it himself – and if so, would he make something for Aiden? – but most of his attention was fixed on Lambert, staring up at him with heated eyes and swollen lips, staring up at him as if he were the most glorious view on the continent. Aiden couldn’t stay apart from him a moment longer, so he straddled Lambert and pulled him into another kiss. Lambert’s hands slid around his waist and then up his back, pulling him closer, but also just touching. As if he were worth savouring.

Aiden swallowed, feeling a surprising tightness building behind his eyes. Lambert’s hands curled over his shoulders, and then the Wolf Witcher pulled back to look at him, fingers resting at the tip of the burn scar. It was a stark and ugly thing, Aiden knew. Stretching from his naval to his collar, just peeking out beyond what was easy to conceal, the rough pink skin was mostly deadened to sensation, but the edges of the scar were almost more sensitive for it, and as Lambert dragged two fingers down the his chest, tingles spread in their wake.

His breathing was growing faster, Aiden realized, and the anticipation of what was to come, the sheer euphoria of this moment – it had his head spinning. He’d flirted with Lambert for so long – well, others might consider his words insults, but Lambert knew – but he’d never truly believed that he might actually get to have this. Lambert, under his hands, between his legs – it was even better than he’d ever dreamed.

Lambert’s fingers reached the ragged edge of the scar across his navel, then he brought his palm up to press against Aiden’s heart. “You’re alive,” he repeated, voice rough and broken.

Aiden covered Lambert’s hand with his own, spreading his fingers between Lambert’s. “I’m alive. I’m here.” With his free hand, he cupped the back of Lambert’s neck and brought their foreheads together.

“I didn’t – I knew,” Lambert huffed, struggling to string his words together, “I knew I wanted you. I mean, fuck, we’ve been circling around each other for–”

“Years,” Aiden whispered. “Since the first time I propositioned you and you laughed in my face.” It was actually a fond memory, despite the sound of it. His come on had been half-joking, the two of them celebrating the end of the hell contract that had brought them together with copious amounts of ale. Wise? No. Aiden’s teacher’s would have screamed at him for leaving himself weakened and vulnerable with a potential threat, but he had liked Lambert from the first moment he’d heard the Wolf swearing at the Ogre they were contracted to cure of a curse.

Lambert’s smile looked even better from close up than from afar and Aiden had to press his mouth against the corner of it. Lambert chuckled and the arm around his waist moved until a warm hand splayed against the small of his back. It was truly ridiculous how supported and special that made Aiden feel and he tilted his head to kiss across Lambert’s cheek.

“Didn’t think this would ever happen,” Lambert said, his voice full of wonder and awe. “Thought I’d missed my chance before I even realized what I actually wanted.”

“And what do you want?”

“You.” Lambert licked his lips, “completely. Entirely.”

Aiden’s breath caught. “Yeah?”

“You’re – I wasn’t right without you.” Lambert’s jaw clenched and Aiden stroked over it soothingly. “I – everything was the same, but you were gone and I –” he shook his head, “I had to go after Karadin. That was the only thing I could focus on. But after – I was actually glad Geralt wanted to fight the Wild Hunt just to have something to do again.”

“Wait, wait, you did what!?”

Lambert shrugged with a half smile. “It all worked out. Somehow. It’s actually been kind of crowded here since then.” He squeezed Aiden’s hand where they were joined over the Cat’s heart. “But now you’re here.”

Aiden nodded, his hand on the back of Lambert’s neck stroking through the short hairs there. “I’m here. I’d,” Aiden took a deep breath and the softness in Lambert’s eyes gave him the courage to continue, “I would always stay by your side, if you’d let me.”

This time it was Lambert’s breathing that hitched, then their lips were meeting again and Lambert flopped back onto the bed, pulling Aiden with him. Their landing jarred their mouths apart and Aiden laughed as he leaned his forehead against Lambert’s.

“When I dream of happiness, I dream of you,” Aiden murmured. “Thoughts of you were all that got me through recovery. Of finally seeing you again.”

Lambert shuddered, his eyes wet. “I never want to live without you again,” he said, his voice low and cracking. “I – you’re –” he flailed, clearly searching for words.

Aiden cupped the back of his neck and dragged him up so their mouths could meet. “I’m here,” he whispered against Lambert’s lips and let the other pour what he couldn’t say into the kiss. Lambert kissed him with such devotion and passion and care that Aiden felt himself melting, eyes squeezed tightly shut to keep tears from forming.

When Lambert eventually drew back, Aiden was startled by the quiet, needy noise that escaped him. Lambert smirked, cupping a hand around the back of Aiden’s head, threading through his hair.

And then, so quickly he felt his stomach jolt, Aiden found himself lying on his back, blinking up at Lambert’s grinning face.

#laiden #lambert x aiden #lamden #the witcher #wip wendesday

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sparrowrising · 8 months

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"Aiden," Lambert says warningly and Aiden stops a few paces in front of him, and goes still. His cat eyes are blown wide, bloody knives held at his sides, a faraway smile resting on his face. It should be creepy. It is creepy. And also – because Lambert is fucked in the head – so fucking hot.

Aidens pink tongue darts out to lick his blood-stained lips and, Melitele be hallowed, but Lambert goes positively light headed at the sight.

He swallows. "Cut it out," he manages …

Continue reading on ao3 (mind the tags)

#lamden #lambert #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #in progress #tw blo0d #tw blood

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0dde11eth · 1 year

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Aiden: ooh look! Lambert sent me a love letter ❤️🥺

Aiden: *reading outloud* "Aiden. Your testicles are like two glistening Cadbury eggs. And Daddy has a sweet tooth"

Everyone at the dinner table: "STOP READING IT OUT LOUD"

Jaskier: aww he misses you

#my nonsense #jaskier #kaer morons #another day in kaer morhen #lambert #Aiden #lambert x aiden #lamden

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elmonstro · 10 months

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#whump #blood #Lambert #Aiden #Lambden #Laiden #Lamden #Lambert x Aiden #Aiden x Lambert #lambert witcher #aiden witcher #the witcher #the witcher 3 #my art #I hope you can feel the panic in lambert's eyes #you guess what happened >:3c #I got really inspired today wow #I am in awe at the human ability to create. this morning it was a blank canvas and now it's full of things that make me feel

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yakowo · 2 years

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grumpy Wolf and smug Cat 🐱🐺💕

#I'm really happy you liked my wolf designs!#now it's time for a cat hehe #the witcher #lambert #aiden #lamden #laiden #my art

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shy-urban-hobbit · 10 months

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“Come on Lam, it’s not that hard.”

Lambert could hear and smell the others amusement as he continued to glare at the waterproof tarp which was currently at waist height, mocking him. When Aiden had said he knew of another use for them, this isn’t quite what he pictured.

It had been a hard day of riding. The road long and bumpy (ridiculously bumpy. How neither of the horses had been lamed was a miracle) and with no hopes of reaching the next town before nightfall.

“Great. Another night sleeping on the ground.” Lambert had grumbled, purely out of the need to vent his spleen about the nearest inconvenience.

“Doesn’t have to be.” Aiden chirped.

“What do you mean, doesn’t have to be? unless you’ve got some pocket-sized, four poster bed stashed away somewhere.”

Aiden laughed loudly at that, “I’ll show you when we stop. Although, you could be onto something with the whole pocket-sized bed thing. Maybe we should have a word with Geralt’s Mage?”

Lambert had dubiously followed Aiden’s instructions, tying his tarp between two sturdy looking trees as Aiden talked about how they used hammocks at the caravan during the more crowded years – there’s only so many times you can stand being kicked in the face before fights break out - and that this was more comfortable than having to balance in a tree when being at ground level wasn’t really an option (Lambert didn’t ask him to elaborate on that. It was an unspoken arrangement that they didn’t ask anything about each others respective schools. Any information given up freely however, was a different matter).

“If any more monsters develop the ability to fly we’d be rich. So few people actually bother looking up.” Aiden said, giving one of the lines an experimental tug.

“Up to what? You’re not even six feet off the ground.”

Aiden casually flopped down onto his back, using the momentum to start lazily swinging himself backwards and forwards, one foot dangling over the edge, “Usually I’d be more or less in the tree canopy but I don’t want Vesemir hunting me down because you broke your neck falling out. Don’t forget to check your knots again.”

“They’re fine.” Lambert huffed, “And how stupid would you have to be to fall out of one of these.”

The famous last words which had bought him to his current situation: Glaring daggers at a makeshift hammock after falling out of the thing six times.

“Just sit down and swing you legs over. Like you’re getting in bed.”

“What the fuck do you think I’ve been doing?” Lambert snapped as he went to sit on the edge, the hammock tipping dangerously as he did so.

“No, more in the middle. Wait, hang on – ha! That wasn’t even intentional.”

He heard Aiden rise from his own hammock before he was behind Lambert, his breath tickling the back of the Wolf’s neck where he was half sitting, half standing in an awkward crouch.

“Don’t worry about tipping backwards, I’ve got you. Now, sit down.”

Lambert did so as obediently as if Aiden had used Axii on him. He felt himself tipping again before Aiden’s hand was on his back, steadying him.

“Alright, now swing both legs around and then just lie back.”

Lambert willed himself to ignore the white knuckle grip he had on the edge as he did so, Aiden’s hand never leaving his back, migrating to his bicep as he lay back.

“And you’re in! Comfy, right?”

Lambert gave a non-committal grunt. It actually was. Being almost cocooned, looking up at the network of tree branches above him, the gentle rocking motion caused by his earlier movements almost soothing.

“Sleep tight, Wolf.”

Lambert raised his head to look over at Aiden and arched an eyebrow in question, he’d never heard that one before.

“What do you mean sleep – fuck!”

Lambert hit the ground hard as one of the knots holding his hammock in place slid free. Dumping him unceremoniously onto the forest floor.

Aiden peered down at him with a dry “Guess."

#the witcher #Witcher #witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #lamden #aiden x lambert #aiden/lambert fanfic #lambert/aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert

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eskelsgirl · 25 days

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Taking requests for fic ideas or headcanons. Drop me a name or two and a brief description or vague idea, and let’s see what I come up with) Themes Try to keep them upbeat, but angst with a happy ending is okay. Fandom Witcher Romantic Pairings Geraskier Lamden Eskel/oc or reader (I don’t usually use Y/N, so nicknames are used as a placeholder) (But will if no nicknames fit) Family/Platonic pairings Geralt Lambert Eskel Vesemir Ciri Jaskier Aiden OC/reader (Any combination thereof) Will not write Rape/non-con Consensual non-con Yandere (I’m very picky when it comes to writing smut so be warned)

#Witcher #geraskier #lamden #Eskel x oc #Eskel x reader

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otherpeoplesheartachept-2 · 1 year

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Day 20: Fangs

Lamb pays the NowNext a visit, Braden really isn’t interested in hearing another lecture from Vegas’ king.

or, I make two vampires homoerotically argue for 900 words lol

(thanks to @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for inspiring this fic by talking abt Lamden, I never would have thought of them as a pair)

Length: 900 words

Warnings: guns, though none are fired.

Read on AO3 or below :))

“You’ve converted too many, Braden. I’m starting to think you forgot our last conversation,” I say as I walk in to the NowNext leader’s gray, too bright office. He’s got four armed men, in their navy blue faux-military uniforms standing at the corners of the room.

“I’m starting to think you’ve forgotten exactly how much power you hold here, Lamb,” he says from his desk, sounding defensive. “Let me remind you: in San Diego I am king.”

“As vampires we must-” Braden rolls his eyes at the word vampire, as if it’s beneath him. I switch tactics. “One of yours went rouge. He killed at least a dozen people before we found him. That concerns your little cult as much as the wider vampire community.”

“Fine,” he waves his hand dismissively. “Bring Johnson back and he’ll be dealt with.”

“It’s obvious you don’t know how to deal with these things; it’s been taken care of already.”

“What do you want then? You’re going to make me bury the body?”

I shudder at the thought. I don’t kill our own kind, unless it’s absolutely necessary. Even then it weighs on my heart.

“No, we’re teaching him how to properly be a vampire. This is what I’m talking about: you don’t know how to handle these things.”

“Just because I don’t follow your bullshit traditions doesn’t mean I can’t control my own operations here!” Braden bursts.

“These ‘bullshit traditions’ have kept us alive and thriving for millennia before you were even a single gamete in your mother’s womb. We-”

“That’s enough preaching for one day, Lamb!” he interrupts me.

Braden turns to one of the men in the room. “Show the king back to his castle, please.” He’s plastered an unconvincing smile on his face.

Braden’s goon approaches me but I’m faster than him. Before he reaches me, I’ve spun him around and have my fangs against his neck. Blood pumps just under the thin skin protecting his jugular. I won’t bite of course, it’s simply a threat. Braden needs to know that I could.

The other three have their guns pointed at me now.

“Our conversation isn’t finished.” I look Braden in the eyes. The man in my arms struggles but he won’t make it out of my grasp.

“You are on my turf,” Braden says firmly, standing from his desk.

“You won’t have any turf, any devoted followers, or any sterile mansions if you don’t get your vampires under control, Braden.”

“Fine, you’ve made your point,” he huffs.

“I fear that I haven’t.” He thinks he’s above me, but he knows nothing. He doesn’t understand how hard I’ve worked to keep our kind safe.

Braden snaps his fingers, and the other men approach me.

“Gentlemen,” I smile, and they can’t resist what I ask next, “let us have a moment alone, will you?”

It’s difficult thralling other vampires, especially four at once, but I can manage it. I let the one in my arms free, and Braden’s men make their way out the door, into the hallway. I lock the door behind them for good measure.

Braden glares at me. Then he lunges.

His attack takes me by surprise. He’s got me trapped against the cold wall but I don’t let that last.

I spin us and slam Braden against the grey concrete. His heart-rate quickens. He struggles against me, but I manage to hold my own, despite what the thralling took out of me.

“You forget that I’ve had to hunt to survive,” I breathe against the coolness of Braden’s neck. “You are a toddler drinking from juice boxes. Let me teach you to be one of us.” It’s a speech I’ve delivered a dozen times to no avail, but part of me still hopes one day he’ll listen.

When we first met, I had thought, I had hoped… it’s foolish now, thinking of it. It’s obvious he was only using me for information, and a way to reach immortality. I was blinded by his sweet talk and enthusiasm. But still, Braden has so much potential, he—we, together—could be so much more, but he’s too foolish and arrogant to see that.

“We are nothing like you, Lamb,” Braden spits in my face.

“The fangs filling your mouth say otherwise.” I pull back slightly, lifting his upper lip with my thumb to reveal them. They’ve dropped in his anger and fear. I’d almost forgotten the scent of a frightened victim is nearly as sweet as that of a pleasured one.

Braden tries to push me off but I stay close.

“Darling, you know you could be so much more if you listened to me,” I hold his chin so I can look into his steel blue eyes. “You know you want to give in to those urges a sterilized blood infusion simply can’t fulfill.”

“You do not know me, At All,” he grunts. He’s seething with rage but he knows what I’ve said is true, though he loathes to admit it, even to himself.

I smile.

He shoves me away.

“Stop Turning the entirety of Silicon Valley, Braden,” I command. “And as always, my doors will be open when you change your mind.”

I lean in and place a kiss on his cheek. Braden blushes furiously.

He starts yelling about treaties, and me barging in, and whatever else, but I’m already on my way out of the room.

#lamb vampire king #Lamb/Braden #lamden #braden bodmer #wayward son #carry on #carry on fanfic #the simon snow series #carry on countdown #coc 2022 #corascrap

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