fic rec: Some Fuckin Bullshit
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Listen people have asked me if I’m going to write more about the baby Witchers, and my answer is a solid maybe, but in the meantime, there is a series posting that is Lambert’s backstory? And it’s fuckin’ great.
So
Some Fucking *Bullshit*, series by Anoke, on AO3, note warnings for (extremely canon-typical) violence.
Lambert thinks about it for a solid minute before he strides over and kicks the door in.
The old man, stinking of cheap booze, scrambles for a knife. Some things never change, but Lambert has. It’s far too easy to relieve his father of the blade and throw it into one of the wall beams.
“Well well. No recognition? Or are you just too drunk to see straight?” Lambert asks. It’s probably both, honestly.
“Who—” he splutters.
“Aww, I feel unappreciated. It’s barely even been a decade; don’t you recognize your own son?” Lambert says, sweetly venomous.
Listen people have asked me if I’m going to write more about the baby Witchers, and my answer is a solid maybe, but in the meantime, there is a series posting that is Lambert’s backstory? And it’s fuckin’ great.
So
Some Fucking *Bullshit*, series by Anoke, on AO3, note warnings for (extremely canon-typical) violence.
Lambert thinks about it for a solid minute before he strides over and kicks the door in.
The old man, stinking of cheap booze, scrambles for a knife. Some things never change, but Lambert has. It’s far too easy to relieve his father of the blade and throw it into one of the wall beams.
“Well well. No recognition? Or are you just too drunk to see straight?” Lambert asks. It’s probably both, honestly.
“Who—” he splutters.
“Aww, I feel unappreciated. It’s barely even been a decade; don’t you recognize your own son?” Lambert says, sweetly venomous.
