#eskel deserves nice things

[cosmos-coma]

On the Dawn of Love

A/N: I totally wasn’t shedding a few tears as I wrote this and this totally doesn’t show how hopelessly romantic I am.

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 650

Summary: You and Eskel spend a quiet morning in the inn and you confess your love to the morning air.

Dawn fluttered through the inn’s window on airy and quiet wings as you watched the colors of the sun begin to paint the earth once again. The smell of breakfast being cooked downstairs crept its way up the stairs and to your nose, calling you softly to it. The distant song of birds drifted through the air outside and soft, silent breaths came from the Witcher curled protectively around you.

You two had gotten into town late last night, ever thankful for the room and warm meal you were able to snag from the local inn. It had been a long week of difficult contracts and subpar weather and it was beginning to weigh on both of you, though mostly Eskel. But now it looked like you two would be getting a break from your mediocre luck and perhaps even a chance to turn it around.

Though you had found it difficult to sleep in the early hours this morning, you wouldn’t have traded these moments for the world. Moments where you miraculously find your Witcher in much-needed deep sleep. it was a rare moment absolutely, only having happened a handful of times since you joined Eskel on the path; when he was either very run down or finally felt safe enough.

Carefully you moved to sit up, shifting to accommodate as Eskel’s head naturally moved to rest in your lap. Just the sight of him pulled a warm smile from your lips, but to capture him in such a tender moment? Tugged on your heart in a way you could barely recognize.

Your fingers reached down to brush against his cheek, not unlike the sun’s rays as they reached into the valleys they knew so well. Your finger pads just grazed his cheek, running in line with his jagged scars to test the waters of his sleep. To your luck he stayed pleasantly asleep, huffing out a deep breath as you attempted to pull your hands back.

A light chuckle escaped you and you quickly abided and put your hand back on his cheek, enjoying the ease that overcame him once again. And so quietly you sat, admiring your lovely witcher and gracing him with only the most loving of touches.

You brushed his hair out of his face, fingers continuing to run their course past his cheek and through his dark hair. Leaning down you brushed your lips against his forehead, “I love you, I love you, I love you…” you whispered passionately against his skin, willing the words into his very being. “My handsome witcher, my sun, my sky…” you sighed contently, your warm breath tickling his skin as you said it.

You always did your best to tell Eskel how much he meant to you, at least once a day in some way or another, but in times like this, your words came spilling out of you like water.

“Do you know what you mean to me..?” you spoke into his hair now as you pressed a tender kiss to his sleeping head. “Do you know the gravity your words carry? Your touch..?” you sighed again happily, “Every rumble of your voice calls me home to you, every look of your honey eyes makes my heart flutter in my chest. Do you know what you do, or does it all come naturally to you?”

You pressed one more kiss to your sleeping witcher, his slightly chapped lips a familiar comfort against your own. “Eskel, my beloved. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you what you mean to me… if only it means you understand a fraction of the love I feel for you in this very moment.”

A morning like this was something you could never forget- and neither would your witcher who had woken up some minutes ago but stayed silent so he could hear you whisper your words to the morning air.

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[justhereforeskel]

You gonna join me, wolf?

[thesleepy1]

Held Tightly, The Fire Burns

A/N: @eddyofthetruth requested this fic ages ago. I’m sorry it took so long to get out. I hope this fic brightens your day. :) As for the fic, I try not to have gendered descriptions when writing but it's a little harder to avoid in these situations. Just assume that the reader is intersex and has all the parts. 

Pairings: Eskel x Reader 

Summary: You were not nervous. It wasn’t like it was your first time or anything. You knew that Eskel had more experience than you but he wasn’t going to make fun of you…right? You don’t know what you’re doing. Why did you even agree to this? (Cause you love him and have been thinking about him shirtless since you first met him.) It’s fine. Everything is fine. You won’t fuck up and ruin everything. 

Or, “idk if you do anything nsfw so feel free to ignore but if you do!! would you consider writing something eskel x reader (either netflix or book i love them both) where its the reader's first time? idk i just feel like he'd be so kind and patient (//ω//) have a nice day! <3

Word count: 1,634

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, marking, begging, dirty talk, praise kink, slight pain kink, 

Eskel sat with you in the library. A fire was crackling in the fireplace. The cracks and sizzles of the damp wood filled the large room with noise. The smell of dry, old books and burning pine relaxed you further in your seat. You could feel it in your bones, the deep seated sense that everything was as it was supposed to be. 

That thought did nothing to quell the fluttering of your heart. 

You had talked about this for days. Eskel did not want to force you into anything you weren’t ready for. He was patient. More patient than you probably deserved, going back and forth on the decision. You just didn’t want to mess things up. Traveling with Eskel was the best part of your life and ruining that would absolutely destroy you. 

“Are you sure?” Eskel asked for the utmost time. It was private in the library. At first you had suggested that your first time should be in a bedroom but when you and Eskel actually went to try, the anticipation was scarier than anything. The library was the next choice. It was intimate without having any other connotations. For all the others in the keep knew, you and Eskel were simply reading by the fireplace. No one batted an eye at the extra furs Eskel had laid on the floor or the pitcher of water he had brought along with you. 

Though the other witchers were sharp. They likely knew what the two of you were planning. They were just kind enough to leave you alone. 

“I’m fine, Eskel.” You assured him with a hand on his bicep. Heat was already coating the apples of your cheeks. Even now you could not blame the fire for it. This close to Eskel, you could see all the curves of his face. He looked as though he had been carved from marble and polished by a gentle river. Your hand went to cup his jaw, thumb stroking the stubble there. “It's unfair how you look so good. How could anyone even attempt to compete with you?” 

Eskel’s hand went over your own, pushing your palm to his lips. His face was marred but his kisses were feather-like brushes of the skin. “And yet you have my eyes every moment of the day.” His mouth moved down your hand, your wrist, your arm. When he reached your collar bone you felt the faint press of his teeth. “Is this alright?” he whispered into your skin. 

You let out a simple whimper in affirmation and another when his teeth pulled at the skin. His mouth sucked markings onto you. His hands were all over you, on your hips, your waist, and up higher. You were helping him remove your tunic before you even realized that he was slowly lowering you onto your back. 

Eskel moved down your chest like a man starved. You could hear your heart beat out of your ribcage. You knew he could hear it as well. It seemed to spur him on, the way your heart skipped when he bruised the skin on your chest. His mouth made you desperate, writhing on the furs beneath you. Your hands couldn’t get enough of him, fingers in his hair and nails digging into his back. When the texture of fabric under your palm got too much to handle, you pushed at his shirt until he got the clue and removed it. 

The two of you were in nothing but your trousers now. The tent between his thighs and the press of the engorged flesh against you had heat swirling in the pit of your stomach. “Could I—” Eskel was panting too hard to get the words out. His hand tugged at the hem of your trousers instead. 

“Please, I need to feel you as well,” You begged him, pulling him in for a kiss. “I need them off.” 

Eskel could not deny you anything if he tried. He was an ever devoted servant, quickly tugging down your trousers and smalls before doing the same to himself. His cock sprung free from its confides and you couldn’t help but gulp. He was large, cock thick, and curved slightly to the side. You had no idea how it was going to fit inside of you. 

Eskel must have seen the hesitation on your face because his soft tone before gentler, “We could stop now if you’d like. We don’t have to go farther.” There was a vein that ran the whole length of his cock and you would have given anything to feel it against your tongue at that moment. 

“Please Eskel, I want you so much it's killing me,” You whined, knowing the sound would only make him hasten. “I need you inside me.” You reached above you, blindly searching for the vial of oil you had stashed there earlier. 

Eskel guided your arms back down. “There’s no rush.” He lowered himself down your body before settling himself between your thighs. His hands were curious things that wanted to know everything there was to know about the flesh of your skin. His mouth was no different, pressing kisses to your inner thigh before taking pieces of you in. You knew that there would be marks there in the morning, perhaps even longer by the way he took his time to nuzzle against you. 

“Eskel, Eskel,” You gasped in between moans. He was so close to where you needed him yet so far. You could only take so much more of his teasing torture. “I need—I need you—” You were shamelessly desperate. 

The witcher met your eyes between your legs. He hummed in question from deep within his chest, head tilted in innocent acknowledgement. Eskel knew damn well what you wanted. He just wanted to hear you say it. You knew that if you did not tell Eskel what you wanted, what you truly desire, he would not touch you where you needed him to. 

It would drive you mad. 

“Eskel, please,” You began, head pressed back against the furs. “I need your mouth on me. I need to feel the press of your tongue against my skin.” 

Eskel had the nerve to chuckle at your wanton state. The witcher would be the end of you. 

Eskel grazed your opening with a brush of his finger. “Here?” He asked with false innocence dripping from his tongue. 

“Y-yes,” You could barely get the word out. “Right there, please.”

You had not noticed when he poured oil onto his fingers. He slid a finger into you easily, one of his was the size of two of your own. You could feel your walls stretch to slowly accommodate him. 

Eskel moved only when you gave him a nod of confirmation. He began at a leisurely pace, thrusting his finger in and out of your entrance. When your moans filled the library, he slid in a second. Soon, all you knew was Eskel and the burning heat in your stomach. Neither hurt you but you could not forget the ache and desire if you tried. 

“E-enough.” Your voice was quivering. Sweat was already dripping down your neck and Eskel hadn’t even properly entered you yet. You pulled at his arm, removing his fingers and tugging his body closer. “Please, Eskel. I’m ready.” 

Eskel chuckled from deep within his chest. He may have opened you with all the time in the world, but you could see the effect it had on him. His cock was a heated red, precum slicking the uncut tip. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” 

“I will,” You promised. “But really, darling. I want this.” 

Eskel took your face in his hand and kissed you. His tongue slipped into your mouth but before you could truly get lost in it, you felt his tip line your entrance. He had slicked his cock with the remaining oil but still you clenched your eyes at the feeling of him. Eskel was by no means a small man. 

You took him inch by blissful inch. When he had finally bottomed out, you had pulled him into a tight embrace. Your nails dug into his shoulders, crescent shaped indents where you could not contain yourself. 

“You’re so tight,” Eskel groaned, eyes shut tight. “Feels good,” he murmured into your ears.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him as tightly as he was holding you. “You can move, darling.” You pressed kisses into his jaw. “Such a wonderful witcher. You make me feel so good.” 

Eskel smiled and began thrusting into you. Neither of you wanted it rough. There would be time for that. For now, you basked in each other’s presence whispering words of praise and encouragement. There would also be time to build up your stamina. You barely had time to warn Eskel about the coils under your skin coming undone. 

You drew blood from his shoulder when you came, back arched like a feline. It was a bliss you had never felt before. A feeling you had only read about in books. There was nothing compared to the real thing. 

It did not take long for Eskel to follow. Your walls tightened around him. He could only manage a couple more shallow thrusts before stilling and spilling into your channel. You had never seen him so out of breath, sweat dripping down his brow.

“My beautiful witcher,” You sang, wiping the sweat from his face. “That was wonderful.” 

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Eskel grinned like a Cheshire cat. He seemed quite proud of himself at having made you release first. 

“Can we do it again?” You chuckled, blushing at your own words. 

Eskel kissed you a hundred times and promised to do it a hundred more. “As often as you like.” 

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Jaskier and Lambert learn they have more in common than first thought.

CW historical abuse, child abuse, beating.

Jaskier silently ground his teeth in agitation as Lambert kicked off again, saying something about the little Lordling not liking hard work when Jaskier collapsed at one of the long tables after spending the couple of hours before dinner helping them repair one of the walls (typically, the three Wolves hadn’t even broken a sweat). People underestimated how thick a skin you needed as a Bard, but even Jaskier could only take so much and Lambert was relentless. Geralt had imparted the usual, trite advice of ‘ignore him and he’ll get bored’. Unfortunately, whilst Jaskier may have succeeded in keeping his mouth shut in the name of civility, his emotions were doing all the talking for him and the scent of Jaskier’s hurt and annoyance only seemed to spur Lambert on. If the sneer on his face was any indication, he could tell the Bard was nearing the end of his tether.

“Give it a rest Lambert.” Eskel growled warningly, “It’s been four days. If Jaskier’s not had enough of your shit by now, the rest of us have.”

“Not my fault. Maybe next time Geralt should bring somebody who didn’t have such a spoilt, cushy upbringing.”

And there went the remnants of Jaskier’s self control. He stood up quickly enough to tip the bench, turning to Lambert with a snarl of his own. The Wolf smirked in return at having finally gotten a reaction.

“Let me show you how cushy I had it.” Jaskier scoffed. Before any of the others could react, he turned his back and lifted his shirt. The tension in the room switched from uncomfortable to stifling as the Witchers took in the sight of the Bard’s bare back. Raised scars from both whip and belt crisscrossed his flesh, some of them showing the outline of a buckle.

“My father wasn’t a very nice person.” Jaskier said dryly, “First time he took his belt to me was because I was laughing too much. I was six.”

Geralt felt a wall of ice slam into his gut as he thought back on all the times he’d told Jaskier to shut up, manhandled him. That time he’d actually punched him....

Jaskier lowered his shirt, “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ll be in my ivory tower.”

“Jaskier-“

“Don’t. Just...don’t.”

As soon as Jaskier was out of sight, Eskel rounded on the youngest Wolf, “You never learn. You always have to take shit too far.” He snarled.

“How was I to know?” Lambert bit back, “Geralt, you’re the one who’s been travelling with him for years. Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”

“I... didn’t know.” Geralt said truthfully. All things considered, it was rare he saw the bard shirtless and when he did, Jaskier always made sure to stay facing Geralt. Even here at Kaer Morhen he was always the first one in and the last one out of the hot springs, “He never put his back to me.”

“And that didn’t seem strange to you?”

“Not turning your back is one of the first things they drilled into us here, so no.”

“Oh, for fucks sake.”

Jaskier sat at the top of one of the more stable towers, swinging his feet idly in the open air below him and occasionally swigging from the half bottle of wine he’d retrieved from his room on the way up.

He was half aware of someone sitting next to him, spite and petulance making him continue to stare ahead rather than turn to see who.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before his mystery companion spoke up.

“My old man was always careful not to leave any lasting marks. Nothing that couldn’t be explained away by our own clumsiness.” Lambert said, taking a swig of his own bottle.

“Hmm, mine was determined to make sure the lessons stuck. Apparently I was a slow learner.”

“He still living?”

Jaskier shook his head, “Died not long before I met Geralt. Yours?”

“Died decades ago, probably. I swear, if I knew where he was buried - if he was buried. It’d be more than he deserved - I’d go and piss on his grave.”

“I actually did that. It’s not as gratifying as you’d think.”

That startled a laugh out of Lambert, Jaskier giving a small chuckle back.

“To arsehole Sires.” Lambert said with mock solemnity, holding his bottle out to Jaskier.

“May they enjoy eternity in the deepest pits of Hell.” Jaskier replied with equal gravity, knocking his own against Lambert’s in a toast.

They sat drinking and watching the sun disappear behind the mountain tops, each of them lost in their own memories. When the night time chill started to descend, Lambert silently offered a now slightly tipsy Jaskier a hand up. Jaskier wordlessly accepted.

[winters-mistress]

The wolf pups

Of all the things Cirilla expected to find when Geralt had taken her to his mysterious Keep, the dogs were the things she hadn't expected. The horses were obvious, pigs and sheep and cows, all livestock equally as expected. Housemice and cats, less so until she saw how dusty and dirty the Keep had become. But dogs? That had been the unexpected one.

They're somewhere between wolves and shepherds. Too big and fluffy to be just shepherds, but too obedient and faithful to be pureblood wolves. But they're beautiful and such a pro to the cold, windy keep that Cirilla couldn't help but squeak in excitement as she looked upon them all for the first time.

They're beautiful creatures, white, black, red and grey. Some are pure colour, some a mix of two, three or all four colours. Beautiful and fluffy and large, a mix of brood studs and breeding bitches, old dogs and young pups all together in the largest room behind the kitchens, warm even in the coldest winter weeks.

Geralt had told her that they're for hunting. Vesemir says they make good company in the months he doesn't stray far from the keep. Eskel says they make good friends with the sheep, give them good exercise so they don't get too fat to breed. Lambert says they're annoying, slobbery mutts who get in the way. Coën finds them charming beasts, often grinning whenever one of the dogs come close. Aiden took a bit longer to get used to them, and rather stays with the cats who find unusual places to sleep, but even he has been caught rubbing their fur and squishing their faces.

Ciri loves them, spending a lot of time with the bigger beasts who are permitted to roam the large keep, and the smaller pups who are confined to the room. They're so soft and fluffy and make perfect makeshift blankets when she lay at the fireplace and two large bodies splay over her, keeping her warm and weighing her down, keeping her in reality when the nightmares disturb her slumber.

Geralt finds her one day, giggling with the pups as they wrestle and climb all over her, running her fingers over the soft fur and kissing their gentle snouts. He grins as she laughs, a little tounge licking at her face. She deserves something nice after so many hardships.

He puts the shovel down. The stables can wait.

[thewitcheress2389]

Hello! Is it possible for you to write something for Eskel using number 10 and 25? Eskel deserves much love 🥺❤️ Thanks! 💖💖 And, uh, if I wrote something incorrect, sorry for that 😅 My native language isn't English.

I love your works!

You're good! And you are right, Eskel deserves so much love💖💖

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The Beauty of The Broken

Eskel has always been insecure, but he doesn’t know all the time you take to admire him.

#10 “You should smile more often.”

#25 “Is it that hard to believe that I love you?”

Scarred.

Broken beyond repair.

A terrifying monster.

Unworthy of love.

That’s what Eskel sees every time he looks at his reflection. It’s hard for him to see himself when those voices echo inside his head each time his eyes trail down those scars. That’s all he ends up seeing.

Those scars.

It’s the reason that Eskel stays away from mirrors, and why he always has to collect water from a rushing river. He can never allow himself to look at his reflection or else his insecurities might get to him. Eskel may be a witcher, made for killing some of the most dangerous creatures on the continent. 

But he’s still a man. One who has a heart more fragile and kinder than anyone you’ve ever met.

You see it. How can’t he?

Eskel doesn’t know all the time you take to admire his features. Whether he was cleaning his gear, making a fire, or taking care of Scorpion, you were there to watch every little movement that he made. 

One thing that Eskel hardly allowed you to do was clean his wounds.

He would come back beaten and bloody, but still refuse any help you would offer. At first, you thought he was being stubborn. But you later realized that Eskel had one sole purpose when it came to avoiding your assistance.

He didn’t want you to see him. 

The witcher was full of scars, this was well known. Eskel figured they made him unlovable, so he kept them hidden from your gaze even though you were well aware that they were there. No matter what you said to him, he never believed you. But there was one thing that you absolutely adored about him.

Eskel’s smile.

It’s a little half smile as he never smiles fully. His scars render the other half of his face motionless. Eskel feels if he moves them, people will notice more. He tries to not pay any attention to it. The witcher only ever smiled when he was drunk with Lambert and Geralt, or when he was truly excited or happy for something.

Which was rare.

You loved his little half smile and wished you could see it more. Eskel kept it to himself and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get him to do it a lot. He just doesn’t see what you see.

“You should smile more often.” You told him one day after seeing him smile at you. Eskel was just having such a nice time with you that he brought his walls down. But when you mentioned that, his smile instantly vanished and he turned his head away from you, touching his scars in a nervous gesture.

You reminded him. You noticed. And it brought him nothing but shame.

It's been weeks since you started contemplating your feelings. Your love for him has always been there since he took a contract from you. You figured he must feel something too because he kept coming to see you. Eskel was a shy witcher for sure, but now you were at a crossroads with this.

Do you tell him?

Eskel's insecurities always get the better of him, so you didn't know how he would react if you told him how you felt. You didn't want to shut him down or anything. But he deserved to know. And he needed to know that he was more worthy than anyone to be loved.

That he is no monster.

"Eskel? How is it coming along?" You asked the witcher after you came back from washing yourself up in the river. He was kneeling over a fire, trying to pile sticks together before using Igni to light it up.

“It’s coming.” He responded simply. True to his words, a couple seconds passed by, and you guys had a cozy little fire for the evening. You moved to sit on a log, tapping your hands on your legs as you tried to think of what to say to him. Staring at Eskel, you realized that even though he didn’t say much, he obviously sensed that you had something to say.

The witcher had his back to you, and was busying himself with the campfire, poking at it far longer than he needed to.

"Eskel." Your voice said weakly. Eskel pretended that he couldn't hear you, but you knew that was a lie. Witchers have incredible senses.

"Eskel." You said much more strongly, showing him that you weren't backing down. This caused the witcher to jump a bit, and you bit back an apology. He was obviously trying to ignore you.

"Yes? Sorry...I just had a lot on my mind." Eskel said while stumbling back a bit to sit beside you. He was tense, hands folded in his lap as his leg jumped around in an anxious manner. It was also hard for his golden cat-like eyes to look in your e/c ones. Perhaps he knew what you were going to say.

Perhaps he was afraid of the opposite.

“I noticed...hey, you ever think that there’s more to life than this?” You decided to ease into your confession, not wanting the poor man to shut down on you. Still, you scooted a bit closer to him, causing Eskel to swallow nervously.

“What do you mean? For a witcher, there isn’t much more than this.” Eskel said, folding his hands together and staring deep into the fire. You gave him a sad look, but it quickly glossed over with one of love.

You just couldn’t help but admire how the fire made Eskel look even more rugged. More handsome, in your eyes.

“But what if...what if there was someone who wanted to share it with you? Someone...who loved just everything about you...” You confessed while moving to touch his knee. Just like you expected, Eskel tensed up before moving his body away from your touch.

“That’s impossible. Why would anyone choose to love someone like me? A monster...a scarred monster...” Eskel’s voice grew quieter as he spoke, and he moved to gently touch the scars that ran down his face. If you looked close enough, you could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest. It’s almost as if Eskel was struggling not to just break down at the words he just said.

And it broke your heart.

“Is it that hard to believe that I love you?” You asked him in a whisper, moving to touch his shoulder and make him look at you. It took Eskel a while, but he eventually gave into your touch.

Looking into his eyes, you saw how miserable he looked.

But your heart broke even more when he nodded slightly at your question.

Gently, you brought up your hand to grab his that was trying to hide the scars. Then, after prying his hand away and gripping it in your own, you moved your free hand up to cup his cheek and gently trace over the scars with your finger. He couldn’t stop himself from closing his eyes a bit at the warmth.

“Please don’t push me away...” You begged him quietly, squeezing his hand a bit. Eskel responded in kind, barely being able to muster out an apology because of how choked up with emotion he was. 

“I...I...Thank you...I feel the same for you...” Eskel didn’t know how to respond to your feelings, which he greatly returned in full. He never said anything because he was afraid of the rejection he was sure to receive. But now, he was just basking in the relief and love he felt around you.

“Eskel...” You moved to brush some black hair out of his eyes before kissing his scars and saying, “You are more worthy of my love than anyone else.”

As you said this, moving your hand to rub his back, you could’ve sworn you saw him smile a bit. While you continued to stare, Eskel moved to look you in the eyes for the first time in a long while.

And, just when you thought you would never see it again, he gave you that adoring half-smile.

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

Seeing You Again- Eskel

You can imagine any version of Eskel for this, I think this'll work either way.

The reader lives in Novigrad (which has always struck me as the New York of the Witcher World), and runs into Eskel who doesn't recognize her right away because she look very different from when he last saw her. Read more to find out.

Mentions of prostitution, and sex worker harassment with a side of transphobia (nobody gets hurt though). Enjoy. 

It was nighttime in Novigrad. You strolled by the docks, sack of coins in hand from a contract you just completed outside the city. It was a simple job, taking out a couple ekimaras, which was interesting given that vampires usually were solitary and hunted alone. You could've asked for double, but knew it wouldn't be worth the hassle...or harassment for that matter on account that your clients wouldn't believe a woman could take on two ekimaras at the same time.

Even if you were a witcher.

You passed by Crippled Kate's brothel when you saw several drunk men harass a couple of the girls outside. You recognized the girls; one was an elf, the other half-elf, both you considered friends who took you in when you first came to this city and introduced you to their world.

You sigh and shake your head before you approach the angry men, "leave those ladies alone," you warn. "Pfft, these look like ladies to you?" one man slurs, "these is she-elves. Not even she-elves, just elven cocks in frocks. That one there," he points to the half-elf, "tried tricking the poor lad here into thinking it got what he wanted." You breathe in, really containing yourself from slicing these men in half with your sword, "as I said before, leave them alone. Final warning." "What do you care about these freaks?" the other man scoffs before looking you up and down, "unless yous one of them." "I say it is," the first man says in agreement, "nice tits for a lad. You trying to play knight for these freaks? You got a hard on for them?"

You narrow your gaze at these bigoted men and wave your hand, casting the Axii sign on them, "I think you've had way too much to drink," you say in a low tone, "say your sorry, go home, and sleep it off." "Uh, yes, of course," one man says before turning to the elves, "sorry girls, we didn't mean to upset you. Honest mistake, we'll...be going now. Come on, lads."

Once the men left, you turn to half-elf Lana, and elf Anya, "you two okay?" you ask with concern. "We'll be alright now," Anya answers, comforting Lana who had tears in her eyes, "you should've stabbed those brutes through the hearts, maybe slice their heads off while you were at it." "Much as I would've wanted to, we both know who would end up getting in trouble with the soldiers and the Temple Guard," you sigh, "besides what good would it do, more would only take their place." "Three less of them, that's the way I see it," Anya scoffs.

 "They didn't hurt you did they?" you ask. "No, not at all," Anya assures, shaking her head, "though Lana here, only thing that's hurt is her heart." "Oh, Lana, what happened?" you ask the half-elf. Lana wiped the tears from her eyes as she answered, "I...I thought he was the one. The young man the others two accused me of 'tricking'. I didn't trick him, he knew who I was." "Let me guess, when his social circle found out, he was too much of a coward to stand up for you," you summarize.  "He was kind to me when we were together," Lana continues, "I...I thought he was different. I thought he was my Prince Charming." "Oh, child," Anya shakes her head in sadness, "I've told you before, there's a reason Prince Charming is only a fairy tale, a tale made up by humans no less." "You can't blame her for wanting to find love," you point out to the elf, "isn't that what we all deserve?" "Maybe so," Anya agrees, "but that doesn't mean the rest of the world sees it that way. *sigh* things haven't been getting harder for people like us, in case you haven't noticed."

"Is that why you were here at Crippled Kate's tonight?" you ask, "I though you and Lana were working as dancers at the Rosemary and Thyme." "And we are," Anya nods, "but times haven been tough, we need to make ends meet. You at least have the privilege of passing as human." "I don't pass completely," you say pointing to your eyes, "You have any idea how many people stare at me when they learn of my occupation? Not every day they run into a she-witcher you know."  "True enough," Anya agrees. "Let me escort you two back home," you offer, "this part of the city isn't exactly the best place to be in this time of night. Don't want to risk getting mugged." "We appreciate the offer," Anya says, helping Lana to her feet, "but we're not going home just yet. I think Lana here could use a drink at the Green Mermaid, help drown her sorrows." "Well, then let me join you," you say, "I got the coin for all three of us, and I could use a drink myself."

The three of you head to the Green Mermaid for a few rounds, paid for with your money. It was one of a few places in Novigrad where people like you, Anya, and Lana could be yourselves and be together with people who were like you; a safe haven for non-humans who lived on the very edge of the margins compared to other non-humans, and one of the first places you were introduced to when you came to the city to start a new life.

You sipped on your ale, savoring the taste, before downing the contents; it has a been a long day, and you felt this was well deserved. 

What Anya had said was true; things had been getting worse, for the non-humans especially. Sure the mages recently were having a time getting harassed by the witch hunters, but non-humans were currently taking the brunt of the persecution; many were being evicted from their homes and losing their livelihoods, forced to go to great lengths to make ends meet and survive. For those who were like Anya or Lana, they had to deal with people like the men from earlier; those two were actually lucky nothing else went beyond verbal harassment, knowing that wasn't the case for many others in this city.

The authorities wouldn't do anything, so you had recently taken it upon yourself to step in where you could. While the Axii sign usually was effective, things would get ugly to the point where you would be forced to take out your sword and defend yourself and those you were protecting.

Yet, you still managed to find time to take up monster hunting contracts so as to have an income for yourself and also use to help out the community.

------------the next day---------------

The following morning you went to the nearest flyer to see if there were anymore monster contracts to take up. You saw one and grab the flyer. It was a contract to flush out a nest of drowners that had taken up residence in the sewers near the bathhouse. You were not a big fan of going into the sewers, too many bad smells for your senses and all, but the reward was big enough, clearly someone wanted to get rid of these monsters badly. Oh well, another day, another monster, another sack of coin.

You jump into the sewers, albeit reluctantly, and use your tracking skills to locate the nest. Strangely enough, there were signs that someone else was down here as well; what was even more strange was how familiar the scent was. It was a scent you couldn't quite figure out, but for some reason it started to bring back memories from your previous life...back in Kaer Morhen.

While crawling through the sewers, you hear the familiar sounds of drowners up ahead, along with the sounds of someone with a sword slashing back and forth against the monster. Sword in your own hand, you rush to the scene. 

Once you got there you stop in your tracks when spot who was fighting the drowners. It took a moment, but you knew who it was; he had a few scars more then last you saw him, but it was the same witcher from the School of the Wolf.

"Eskel?" you mumble, to yourself more than anything. You were pulled out of your trance when a drowner came after you. You manage to push it away with Aard sign. Eskel look to you in shock as you stabbed the drowner through the heart and sliced another one's head off. He realized you were a witcher, and though you possessed no medallion, he figured you may come from the School of the Cat as that school tended to be more flexible in taking both boys and girls into the witcher trade. Eskel didn't think much about and went back to fighting the drowners on his end.

"You alright?" you hear Eskel ask you once the monsters were killed off. You turn to him, not sure what to say. He didn't seem to recognize you, though you couldn't quite blame him as you looked completely different from the person he knew from before. "About as well as I can," you decide to answer, "so I guess I'm not the only one who decided to take this contract. You expect me to spit the reward with you?" Eskel smiled a little, "actually I was thinking you take the coin while I go and finish off the rest of the drowners in here." "Very funny," you say.

Eskel tilted his head a bit, like he was examining you. You were feeling a little nervous right now; what if he recognized you? What would he do? What would he say?

"Do...you're a witcher like I am," he say, "what school? The Cat?" "Uh, School of the Wolf actually," you tell him. "Huh," Eskel says, "Didn't think the School of the Wolf took in girls. And where's your medallion?" "...maybe they did take in girls, and you just didn't noticed," you point out.

Eskel took a couple more steps closer to you, like he was trying to figure out if he'd seen you somewhere before, "have we met before? I feel like we've seen each other before, I just can't put my finger on it." "We have," you decide to confess, taking a chance with this man, "Eskel...it's me."

Eskel took another look at you, and his eyes widen in realization, "Wha...you...(your old name)?" "Uh, I actually haven't gone by that name in years now," you tell him, "I'm (y/n) now." Eskel took a few steps back, clearly in shock. You couldn't blame him since you never made contact with him or the other wolves in years, as they all were under the impression you had been dead this whole time.

"That's...that's not possible," Eskel shakes his head in disbelief, "you were dead. I was there, I saw you die." "Well, technically you're not wrong," you shrug, "I know I have a lot to explain, but this may not be the best place to talk." "Yeah, you're right," Eskel agrees, standing up, still feeling shaky in the knees, still getting over the shock that you had been alive this whole time.

--------Seven Cats Inn-----------

Once you and Eskel had collected your reward for the drowners, the two of you went to the inn so as to have a chat over a couple well earned ales.

"So, I guess you want to know why I faked my death," you say as Eskel took a sip of beer. "That's an understatement," Eskel makes a humorless laugh, "yes, I want to know why. Why let us think you were dead?"

"I...it's a really complicated story," you admit. "I got time," Eskel deadpans, "does...does it have to do with this?" he gestures to your new look. "It's mostly that," you admit, "deep down I've always known I was different, even before I came to Kaer Morhen. It was actually the reason my father sent me there in the first place. The day before that he had walked in on me trying my mother's clothes. I can't quite explain it, but when I would wear her dresses it...it just felt right. I think my father sending me to the School of the Wolf was his way of trying to 'fix' me. But even though I was surrounded by boys and doing 'boy' things, it just..." you shake your head, struggling to put words together, but Eskel seemed to get the picture.

"Is that why you were shy around the rest of us?" he asks, making you look at him, "it's just something I remember from our time in Kaer Morhen as children," he admits, "I remembered when it came to bath time, to getting undressed, you always shied away from the rest of us." "Yeah, I remember," you say, "I remember how much I hated those times, how much I hated getting naked in front of other people, how much I hated looking in the mirror when I'd get dressed or undressed. It didn't make things any better when we finally went through the trials, when we had those mutagens put into our bodies." "When I finally went on the Path, I ran into some people here in Novigrad," you continue, "they were like me, and they took me in, introduced to me to their world. I finally found a place where I could be myself, be the person I was meant to be. It hasn't been easy, that much I'll admit; I had to save up a lot of coin to get certain procedures done from this mage in the Bits, but I'm happy, and I have no regrets."

"I'm glad you're happy," Eskel says, "but, I still don't understand. Why? Why have the rest of us think you were dead?" "Eskel-" "We mourned you, (y/n), I mourned you," Eskel continues, "you were one of us. Vesemir was devastated when he found out. He left Kaer Morhen and didn't come back for months. He was fond of you, you know."

"I know," you sigh, "I guess I do have one regret. I'm sorry, Eskel. I had a chance at starting a new life, I wasn't sure if you or the other wolves would understand." "You didn't think to ask?" "Well, would you have understand?" you point out. "...maybe not at first," Eskel admits, "but it wouldn't change the fact that you're still a wolf."

"I am," you agree, "I'm still a witcher, that part of me hasn't changed. I have missed you. You, Geralt, Lambert, Coen, Vesemir, and everyone else that's still there." "Then why not come and see them again?" Eskel asks, "I'm sure they would be excited to see you, especially since you're not dead." "You're not gonna let me live this down are you?" you deadpan, then shake your head, "I can't leave, Eskel. Maybe you haven't noticed, but things have been getting rough in this city, especially for my friends. I have to do what I can to help them out."

"Alright, I understand," Eskel nods, "I'm happy to know you're not dead, (y/n), and that you're getting to be the woman you were meant to. Would it be okay to tell any of the other wolves I run into on the Path about you? I'm sure they'll understand. Though, Lambert might be pissed at first when he finds out you've been alive this whole time, but I'm sure he'll come around to forgive you." "Yeah, that sounds like Lambert," you chuckle a little, "yeah, you can tell them."

"Eskel," you say right as the witcher stands up, "I'm glad we could catch up, that I could finally tell you my truth...and I really did miss you guys. I missed you." "...I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me your truth," Eskel nods before he leaves the inn.

-----------time skip to later that day-----------

You headed back to the Green Mermaid, where you saw Anya drinking alone.

"Mind if I join?" you ask, tossing some coin to the bar keep, "It's on me." "How kind of you," Anya deadpans, handing the ale to you.

"How's Lana doing?" you ask, taking a sip. "She seems better now," Anya admits, "In fact, it seems she's moved on and met someone else." "Oh no," you sigh, fearing the worse. "Oh, I think this one is different," Anya assures, "He's an elf. A tailor to be exact, he works outside the city. I've seen him before, he's frequented this establishment many a time as a matter of fact. Sometimes in dresses, sometimes in doublets." "You think he'll be good to Lana?" you ask. "Only time will tell," Anya merely shrugs, "but I have pretty high hopes with this one."

"Well, I'll hope as well, that girl deserves a happy ending," you say. "As do you," Anya says. "I don't know what you're talking about, Anya." "Oh, come now, (y/n)," Anya insists, "When was the last time you put yourself out there? I know it's not easy, but good gods girl, it seems you've been all work and no play recently. You should go out, at least have yourself a good time with someone."

"Well...I may have met someone recently," you admit, which got the she-elf's attention right away, "Oh? Who is he? Tell me, girl. I want specifics." "Well, it's not really like that," you tell her, "He's...he's someone from my past. A witcher." "Oh?" Anya's eyes widen, "Does...does he know about you?" "Yeah, I told him," you confirm, "Don't worry though, he was accepting. He thought I was dead this whole time, which makes sense since I did fake my death so I could start a new life here. He wanted me to come back to Kaer Morhen to see the other witchers, let them know I'm not actually dead."

"And you'll be going with him?" Anya asks. "No," you shake your head, "I can't leave. There's too much work to do here. He understands." "I can't believe it," Anya sighs. "What, he was understanding," you insist. "No, I mean I can't believe you could be so stupid," Anya elaborates, "I saw that look on your face when you walked in here, (y/n). Now that I know the story, I can see he's clearly someone you deeply care about. Perhaps he was someone you were deeply fond of back then?" "What? Anya, no," you quickly shake your head in denial, "it's not like that! He...We knew each other from since we were wayward youths back in Kaer Morhen. I'm not even sure he would see me that way"

"You don't know unless you find out for yourself" Anya points out, "go to him, (y/n), take the chance, maybe find your happy ending with him if that is your destiny." "I...I can't." "Why not? What's stopping you from going?" "Well, what about you and Lana and everyone else here?" you gesture, "who's going to protect you from your late night sessions at Crippled Kate's or the Rosemary and Thyme? Who's...who's going to stand up for you when the soldier come in and try and rough you up?"

"Well be just fine," Anya assures, placing a hand on your shoulder, "We've made it this far without you, and we'll continue to do so afterwards. We're non-humans, (y/n), we've always found a way to survive." "Oh." "Go to him, (y/n)," Anya insists, "go to him before it's too late."

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It took some time for you track him down, but by the time you had Eskel within eye shot, he was already on horseback right at the very edge of the city. You run as fast as you can.

"Eskel!" you call out, getting the witcher's attention.

"I changed my mind," you tell him, "I know I hurt you and the others when I pretended to die. It's the one thing I've always regretted. But I want to make it right this time. I want to go back to Kaer Morhen, I want to let Vesemir and the rest of my brothers know I'm still alive and well. They need to hear it from me, not from word of mouth from someone else. So...if you'll still have me, I want to go. It'll be nice to see how much the place has changed since last I've been there. Please. Also I would like to get my medallion back."

Eskel looked at you, seeing you were serious about this.

He didn't say anything, but offered his hand to you and lifted you up on his horse. You hold onto him from behind as he guided the horse forward.

Remembering what Anya said, you were extremely aware of intimately close you were to Eskel now, close enough to breathe in his scent and maybe feel the muscles under his tunic.

You feel your face turn hot just from thinking about it, but you quickly push those thoughts out of your mind. You were certain Eskel did not feel that way...maybe.

May consider doing a part 2.

Masterlist

[toapoet]

eskel deserves nice things. like. to own a tea shop and to wear soft sweaters he knits himself

[flowercrown-bard]

My headcanons for which Witcher would like doing which hobby (aka. me projecting my own hobbies onto them)

Geralt - whittling: it's just practical. He's probably already carrying a knife and there's plenty of wood to be found in the forests. For whittling, you can do rough cuts or you can add details and be gentle with the wood. You can either get lost in repetitive motions and sounds or you can make yourself concentrate really hard. I think the duality of it is perfect for mr "i don't choose sides"

Eskel - knitting: out or all the wolves, he's the one who looks the most frightening but also the kindest and most polite one (If i remember correctly, in the books Ciri was afraid of him when she saw him, but he's really polite to Triss and asks her for help). I think he wouldn't go with a craft like whittling, because he doesn't want people to see him handle something as dangerous as knives for fun. Knitting is about the least intimidating craft. It's associated with grandmas and once he's done, he has something soft and warm, just how he would like to be perceived. Also he's from the hillfolk and i headcanon that his family used to make wool themselves so he working with wool reminds him of his childhood

Lambert - drawing: people don't expect him to have the patience for drawing or the appreciation for beautiful things. So learning how to draw started out as a big fuck you to anyone who dared assume they knew anything about Lambert. Yes, he's full of anger and can be aggressive. But much of his anger is directed at the people who made him a witcher. He hates being a witcher and everything that's associated with that, so for him, picking up an artform like drawing is an act of rebellion. Secretly, it also has a different use: Lambert lost so people. His family, Volthere. Maybe Lambert is afraid of one day forgetting what those people looked like, so he makes sure to drae a picture of everyone he likes, so he can have something to remember them by if they die before him

Vesemir - cooking: his family deserves nice warm meals when they come home. And in a strange way experimenting with herbs is a way for him to cope with the experiments he used to do on the trainees before. It's learning to take this curiosity and ability to combine things and using them for something good and happiness-inducing instead of using it to mutate children

Bonus: Aiden - Embroidery: being able to use needle and thread to fix things is just very useful and with embroidery you get to stab something a thousand times

[eggcompany]

Jaskier and his Snuggly Wuggly Killing Machines Part 9

Day Four of having the babies home. Them. The babes were going to tell daddy everything. 

The day started with soft shorts and cozy sweaters and pitter patter rain. Jaskier was in a calm slow mood. He spent time making each boy three nice big waffles with butter and syrup, except Eskel on Eskel’s, he had blackberries and strawberries. Jaskier finished making himself one before sitting down at the counter with the three boys. It’s then that he noticed they were unusually quiet and rather… nervous or sad looking. 

“Is there something wrong, my flowers?” Jaskier asked, concern dripping from his tongue. Lambert and Geralt looked at Eskel. Eskel nodded and Jaskier waited. Each boy hadn’t wagged and had their ears down flat. 

“Can we tell you something? Pr-promise you’ll still- still like us?” Eskel said and stumbled over his words. Jaskier put the plates away and cleaned their faces. Each boy got a kiss to the forehead and lips. 

“I will always love you no matter what. Now come, we can talk in the living room. Up on the couch.” Jaskier said and guided them all to sit on the couch. Although Geralt still preferred to sit on the floor and rest his head against Jaskier’s knee. 

“Now take your time. Tell me what’s wrong.” Jaskier said. He seemed so calm but really he was screaming and crying and worrying himself to death on the inside. Eskel took a deep breath. None of the boys liked talking about them . 

“Before… Before we got to you we each had other… caretakers. We got split up for three years and four months before we got put in the Doxe Witcher Sterilization Program. People got paid to bring in witchers even if they weren’t theirs. But before that we um… we had other owners.” Eskel said and avoided Jaskier’s eyes. Jaskier nodded and said “I know. I know that babies. What’s this about?” Jaskier wanted to know what had all his babies so stressed out. Eskel gulped and continued. 

“We all had… jobs. Things we were forced to do. It um...Daddy I was a bodyguard and and they made me fight and and I- I hated it! I hated it so much I wanted to die! Daddy I didn’t want to I- I- I-” Eskel broke down. Jaskier stood after gently moving Geralt's head and being careful of him. He held Eskel in his arms and rocked him a bit and shushed him. 

Geralt added onto that by saying “When we saw him again he had that scar on his face and a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder and and cuts and bruises everywhere! It was so horrible, he looked half dead and broken!” Geralt said in a sad voice. 

“You never ever have to do that. Never. I know you hated it. You are just a soft little lover. You didn’t deserve to go through that. Never. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I promise to keep you far far away from that.” Jaskier said and shed a few tears for the baby. He kissed all over Eskel’s poor tear streaked face. Jaskier used the bottom of his own shirt to wipe away the tears and snot off his face. Eskel breathed normally after a while. And Jaskier sat back down. Geralt scooted so he was pressed up against Jaskier’s legs. He was picking at the seam on his pants. 

“Da-Daddy… I was um… I was a dolly. I got dressed up or not dressed at all and and… I was painted and given presents and compliments for just… being there. I had to stand up on pedestals and stay perfectly still. Sometimes they made me take medicine that made me not able to mo-mo-move and when I moved one too many ti-times I would get hi-hi-hits for each movement. It was scary and I was so alone and and Daddy I don’t wanna ever do that again. Never.” Geralt confessed and started crying on the floor. Jaskier shushed and pulled him up into his lap. He rocked back and forth shushing him and telling him the same thing he told Eskel. “I love you. I love you so much. You’ll never be treated like that ever again.” 

Finally when Geralt calmed down Jaskier looked toward the youngest who was picking at his fluffy hoody. Eskel whispered something to him and then him and Geralt left to go sit on the patio right outside the doors. Lambert finally looked near Jaskier’s shoulder and spoke in a hushed angry voice. 

“Geralt was a pretty dolly. He was art and used for aesthetics… I was… I was a different kind of doll. Tied up, beat on, cut, bitten, scratched, punched, made to do disgusting acts on even more disgusting men. Daddy, I was a sex doll. I wasn’t pretty and I wasn’t strong like Eskel. I was just, I got used. Roofies and sedatives and and and- Daddy I’m gonna be sick.” Lambert said and ran to the kitchen sink where yes, he was sick. He emptied his stomach into the sink. Jaskier was right there petting down his back and getting him washed up and made him rinse his mouth. 

Lambert was shaking and crying into Jaskier’s chest. Jaskier held him close. Jaskier shushed him and rocked a bit.

“Lambert my feather soft heart, I’ll protect you forever. You will never be touched in an inappropriate way ever again. Anyone who makes you uncomfortable or upsets you will be cut and pushed away so fast they’ll have whiplash. You never, never, have to do anything you don’t like or want to do. I love Lambert. I love you so much. I love you more than anything in this entire world. Thank you for telling me about this.” Jaskier said in a feather soft voice. Lambert nodded and whimpered “I love you too, daddy”. 

 Poor babies. Poor little babies. I had such a fun day planned… I suppose we can still have fun.  Today is their first time in the basement… A treat!

“Well baby, you know what we’re gonna do to cheer you and bubbas up?” Jaskier asked after the baby stopped crying. He started to walk toward the doors and the patio. “Wha?” Lambert said in a sweet tiny baby voice. Lambert had been more and more like this. Coping mechanisms. Jaskier ushered the boys all up and toward the basement door which was always locked until now. 

“I have a surprise for you. I know we love playing in the yard but since it’s raining I thought I'd finally show you the…” Jaskier said as he opened the door and walked down the stairs. He heard gasps as the three followed him. Jaskier reached the bottom and spread his arms. 

“Your playroom! I’m still getting some things but here it is!” Jaskier said and watched the witchers take it all in. The colorful foam floor, the stuffed animals, the bean bag chairs, the movie collection on the shelf beside the TV, the little painted fridge and snack baskets, and the three oddly wide closet doors that were each painted with different colorful patterns. They were wagging wildly and purrs soon filled the air. Geralt made his happy noise and wagged so much he was swaying on his feet. All ears were pointed straight up. 

“Woah… Daddy we can have movie night where! We can make it better with blankies!” Eskel said excitedly and went to the steps. 

“Aht! Eskel, baby, I’ve gotta talk first, then you can work, okay?” Jaskier corrected the pup who said “sorry, daddy” and got back off the stairs. Jaskier walked around the room, he was really trying to make it more baby friendly. 

“Rules. There are rules for the playroom. I will have them up on a poster soon. So far we have a few. Firstly, no running on the stairs. No rough housing down here. Always follow the rules that are on the fridget, which are basically portions. So we don’t under or over eat. Um.. Oh no open cups down here. Bottles and sippies only. And lastly, No hiding accidents down here. If you make a mess or spill something, tell me. I know there will be plenty of accidents down here and that's okay! These tiles? They’re just foam, so we can just pop them up, clean them, and put them back. The walls are scratch proof and stain resistant. Got that?” Jaskier said and the witchers watched and listened carefully. 

“Yes Daddy!” All three said. They were looking around now, looking at the movies and talking to each other. Jaskier walked to the closets then. 

“Boys, here, look here.” Jaskier said to get their attention. The boys ran over and had the sweetest curious looks plastered on their faces. “This one has cushions and fort building things like sheets and clothespins and things like that.” Jaskier said as he pulled open the door. The small closet was two thirds full of about seven large couch cushions and then two shelves with different plastic jars full of clips and pins and things. Eskel had his hands wiggling around at this. 

“We can make forts down here!?” Eskel said and looked at Jaskier with wide sparkling eyes filled to the brim with joy. Jaskier nodded “Absolutely, they’ll be even better once I get the low profile mattresses. They’re like cushions but the size of beds!” Jaskier whisper yelled to Eskel. Eskel almost squealed and clapped his hands. Jaskier smiled and giggled a bit. “Anything for my loves.” He said and walked to the next one. 

“This one is all toys. When we’re done playing down here we put our toys back here.” Jaskier said even though each boy almost always put his toys away when he’s done. Lambert automatically grabs one of the many soft toys. A plain brown cat. Jaskier was about to say something but Lambert was already chewing on its ear. There was a basket about three feet tall and as wide and deep as the closet. It was filled with stuffed animals. There were five white lidded labeled tubs on each of the three shelves. Cars, Race tracks, papers, paints and brushes, crayons, markers, Play dough, Slime, Beads and string, Light up Buggies, Magnets, Lock Blocks, and three tubs dedicated to legos. Jaskier wanted to make sure they had plenty of options. 

Lambert was happy to just chew on his cat and go sit on the floor and watch his brothers. Jaskier laughed at the baby. He’s gonna need to get more babyish stuff for him. Maybe a rattle and some special teethers? Jaskier walked to the last door. 

“This one’s empty for now but it’ll be where all the other fort material and things go. Maybe when you get more comfortable we could go out to the store and you guys could pick stuff!” Jaskier said and walked back to the stairs. Eskel and Geralt followed, leaving Lambert alone in the middle of the floor. Jaskier let the boys go and joined the babe on the floor. 

“You like that one?” Jaskier asked and Lambert nodded he crawled over and climbed into his daddy’s lap. Jaskier pet at his hair and watched as the older boys brought quilts and blankets and pillows down. Lambert was sound asleep soon enough. Emotional strain can do that to a baby. Eskel and Geralt were making a lovely nest. 

Soon Jaskier had laid Lambert in the nest and watched his brother wrap him up in a quilt and then cuddle him. The boys requested “The show with the green trash monster” So Jaskier popped on Sesame Street for them and brought his laptop down so he could do some stuff while watching the babes. 

He had messages from his managers and others asking how he was adjusting… he forgot to tell anyone except Yen that he had gotten witchers.... oops. He replied to them all that he was doing fine and that the pets were adjusting well and were healthy and happy. He also decided he was getting too old to sit on the floor and ordered a nice plush red chair for down here for himself. 

He then flipped over to his phone and popped one of his ear phones in. He opened up Yennefer’s newest message that read “Todayyyyy????????????”. She really wanted to meet the babies. 

Yennefer was Jaskier's best friend. They had met in high school and went to the same college. Yennefer really was just always there for Jaskier. From when he came out to his parents and got kicked out to the time when he was a penniless struggling musician and still now when he was fairly well off. Yennefer was always doing things for herself. She paid for her own college (thank gods for scholarships), she worked through medical school, and now she harassed Jaskier everyday about being able to come over and pet the babies. Yennefer just wanted to kiss their faces and wash them and kiss them and kiss them more and kiss them again.

Jaskier typed back what the babies had told him and that maybe tonight they might wanna meet. Yennefer answered with pity and sympathy. Jaskier quickly snapped a quick picture of the boys. All had on their soft snuggly sweaters and soft shorts and looked so snuggly in their nest. Eskel was holding a pillow against his chest, Geralt was sucking on Lambert’s ear and Lammy was asleep with his stuffy's ear in his mouth still. Eskel and Geralt were both completely focused on the show. 

This would be their first picture. He snapped the picture and sent it to his bff with the message ‘ Babies’ first picture! Imma get it framed.’ Jaskier smiled and saved the photo. Yennefer instantly messaged him back- 

‘ OH. MY. FUCKING. GODS. THEY’RE SO BIG! OH MY GODS THEY LOOK SO CUTE! IS HE SUCKING ON THE OTHER ONE’S EAR? AWWWWWWWWWWWW OH MY GODS THEY. ARE. PERFECT. I WANNA HOLD THEM. N O W!’ Jaskier laughed a bit at the message which caused the two awake boys to look at him. He waved them off and they went back to their show. 

Jaskier sent her a quick ‘ I’ll put you on a video call. I have my headphones in so they can’t hear but you can watch them. I need to do laundry. I’ll be able to hear you so tell me if they need me.’ Yennefer was more than happy to do so. Jaskier stood up and stretched and positioned his phone on the movie shelf so that the screen faced the wall and the camera was down on them.

Jaskier walked over and kissed their foreheads. “Hey Bear, I’m going to go do laundry but my phone’s gonna watch you so if you need me just call out okay?” Jaskier said and kissed Geralt’s forehead. Geralt nodded. “Eskel, darling, you too. If you need something just call out. Love you babes, I’ll be back soon.” Jaskier said and left upstairs. In his ear he could hear Yennefer squealing. 

Jaskier hurriedly put the clean laundry in a basket to fold, out the wet in the dryer, and loaded up the washer. He listened to Yennefer talk about “T hey’re so cute!” “Oh my gods they’re giggling” “Do they need bottles? Oh my gods I’ll feed them bottles 24 fuckin 7” “Aw the little one’s waking up!” “Aw they’re given him kisses!” “Oh he’s grumpy isn’t he, I’d kiss his perfect little head all day long. I wanna rock him to sleep” “JASKIER I WANNA MOTHER THEM. THEY’RE SO FUCKING CUTE.”

Jaskier laughed and walked back down to where all three were watching the show. Jaskier walked over and knelt down next to them. Lambert wiggled to lay across Eskel to kiss Jaskier. In his ear he just heard ‘ Awww daddy’s baby. He’s an angel.’

“Hey babies. I have a very important question, so pay attention.” Jaskier told them as he paused their show. All three wiggled and looked at him. Jaskier misled and looked at his phone for a second. 

“Do you think you could meet someone today? It’s not a doctor or anyone like that! It’s my bestest friend Yennefer. Do you think you wanna meet Aunty Yen?” Jaskier asked and watched the boys look at each other, having a silent conversation. Yennefer was screeching ‘ FUCK YEAH I”M FUKIN AUNTY YEN’. All the boys smiled. Lammy looked the most excited. 

“I hab Aunty!? Is she pretty? Is she nice? When is she here I want my aunty!” Lammy said as his tail flicked up from under his blanket and started squishing excitedly. ‘ Oh I am on my way NOW! I’m comin for ya lil baby!’ is all Jaskier heard before the noise of hanging up. 

“I think I wanna have an aunty.” Eskel said and Geralt nodded in agreement. “When is she gonna be here?” Eskel asked. Jaskier laughed. 

“I believe she’s currently on her way. How about we get up and get lunch ready so she can eat with us. I think she’d like feeding a certain someone a bottle.” Jaskier said and booped Lambert’s nose. He squealed and said “She will! She wants to feed me!?” Jaskier nodded and hummed a yes. 

Geralt stood up and walked up the stairs with Eskel in close tow. Jaskier hauled Lambert up and walked behind the wobbly baby up the stairs. Eskel and Geralt already had already gotten some berries out and turned around to look at their daddy. 

“What’re we making here, boys?” Jaskier asked as he looked over the blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. Geralt smiled and sat down at the counter next to Lambert. Eskel got out the pancake bowl. 

“We gotta make her pancakes! We can make ‘em pretty for her!” Eskel said and even got out the container of powdered sugar. Jaskier nodded and started on the dough. He thought about how long it would be until the violet eyed woman would be knocking at the door. She lived about 35 minutes away and it was raining so maybe 40 minutes. Easy Peasy plenty of time. 

Jaskier smiled and whipped up the batter and cooked the pancakes which took about 20 minutes and then the boys decorated for fifteen minutes. The boys had about five minutes and they waited by the door. 

Geralt was wagging with his ears high up and rolling on the balls of his feet. Eskel was wagging but looked a little nervous, he stood in front of his brothers, closest to the door. Lambert was again sucking on the end of his own tail while sitting on the floor, he was watching his own toes wiggle. 

‘Please don’t bite my best friend, Please don’t bite my best friend, Please don’t bite my best friend’

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[thebestworstidea]

Witcher Fic Recommendations

Presented in no particular order, some of my favorite Witcher Fics; Links are to Ao3. They are also mostly Explicit, but cute, if you get me? I tend to forget the porn when remembering them because it's about the character interactions not the fucking.

Pretty much anything @inexplicifics has written (I started hearing about the Accidental Warlord Series (E, Geralt/Jaskier, Geralt/Eskel, Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel and assorted minor ships. In which a terrified bard stops being terrified and helps reshape the world with his music and his heart.) when I started going through the Witcher tag and somehow it was even BETTER than I assumed) but in particular I am crazy about their Lambert/Aiden. Your Kind of Heaven (M, in which Lambert is smarter than Orpheus), Three Bells each with a Separate Sound (E, in which timefuckery makes for the best fuckert)and Out of the Night That Covers Me (M, in which a single good deed does multiple people a shit ton of good)are all fics I've read multiple times already.

@jackironsides is also a go to favorite writer, with Kaer Morhen Book Club (T in which fanfic changes people's perspectives, and the Kaer Morons love romance novels.)being a unclosed tab on my phone in case I need a pick me up. But honestly, any of their works are worth a read. I went through their entire library with no regrets.

@spielzeugkaiser does this amazing art to tell stories with; while it can take me most of a fic to tear up, they can do it in a handful of sketches so there's that. But there's plenty more that's cute and sweet. Love their Shifter!Jaskier and bearwitcher!Jaskier

A Beginners Guide to Exploiting the Kaedweni Tax Code For Fun and Profit by Heronfem- more Lambert/Aiden, modern-with-magic college au, it's just ... so good. (In which a demisexual, genderfluid Lambert gets accidentally married to a theatre kid and it fucking rocks.)

Cabinet of Curiosities (E) by aleatory_fox, round_robin was one of the first fics I read in the fandom and it stuck with me a great deal. (in Which Witchers are Objectified(like, pets.), and Jaskier's plots run deep.)

round_robin also wrote an Exhalation of Wolves, (E)scenes from which also pop into my head when I'm not thinking of other things. (In which Jaskier makes soap, and is beloved by the Wolves of Kaer Morhen- and loves them back just as hard)

Mating Call (E) by TAFKAmayle gets a reminder about the explicitness, because it is blatant monsterfucking. Cute somehow though. (in Which Jaskier is an adorable pervert; and Willow stares at pictures on the Witcher-Wiki and goes 'yeah, I can see that')

really enjoying the Cutagen Verse stories by artistsfuneral, if only because they agree with me that there need to be just a couple more surviving wolf Witchers. (G-M, with one E. What it says on the tin)

Beasts In Fields of Flowers by @sheepishwolfy (series M/E) has very good banter in my opinion. (in which there are both Cuteagens and Feral Jaskier so that's the appeal)

The Courting Jewlery ABO (E)series by suzukiblu has definitely done things to my brain in regard to ABO. Good things. (In which Geralt is an Omega who deserves all the nice things Jaskier can give him, and Jaskier is going to do it whether he likes it or not)

Curse of Chamomile by chamomiletea (E) by (In Which Geralt gets a very specific curse, which leads him to Jaskier, an apology, and several new experiences. Raunchy and sweet and cute in turns)

Being Roach by @senashenta a delightful crossover that I adore. And cute, not explicit, for a change. (Witcher- Heralds of Valdemar crossover)

[justhereforeskel]

Gift exchange piece for the lovely Lia! Eskel deserves nice things, like getting gently.... snuggled ... by Mer!Geralt and Mer!Letho Full piece is on Pillowfort - Link in pinned post

[whataboutthefish]

Day 30

Prompt 30 Master & Slave | Teratophilia | Titfucking

Jaskier/Eskel, Titfucking, alpha/beta/omega verse, Alpha Eskel, Omega Jaskier

Words 816

The air was thick with sex and lust, and Eskel lay on the bed with his face between Jaskier’s legs, feasting on his slick with a merciless tongue and talented fingers. The omega moaned and panted his way to orgasm twice already and Eskel still hadn’t touched his cocklet. 

“Please, alpha, please,” Jaskier begged. He wasn’t sure what he was begging for, just that he needed. 

Eskel lifted his head, slick covered his mouth, dripping from his chin. His eyes were almost totally black, and the way he licked his lips was the epitome of sin. Jaskier couldn’t help the whine that fell from his lips; looking down at his alpha like this was a thing of beauty.

“What is it you want, omega,” Eskel asked with a grin. Leaning in he nibbled at Jaskier’s sensitive inner thigh, waiting for a response. 

Jaskier’s scent turned shy, his face flushing even deeper as Eskel’s stare got more intense. Jasker couldn’t concentrate when his alpha looked as though he was prey. Scrunching  his eyes shut, he turned his head into the pillow. “Sweet merciful gods, Alpha, please, stop for just a moment.” Jaskier could hardly think, hardly string a sentence together as Eskel’s thick fingers continued their slow curling attack on his prostate. 

“Since you asked so nicely,” Eskel rumbled, pulling his fingers free then chuckling at the desperate whine Jaskier made.

“I hate you.” Jaskier scowled, his plump lip pushing out in a delightfully cute pout.

“You love me, Omega. Now, what do you want?”

Jaskier knew what he wanted, he saw it in his mind, in vivid detail. He pushed himself up on his elbows, catching Eskel’s gaze and licking his lips. 

“I want,” he started, “I want to ride your chest, I want to fuck between your chest fuck Alpha, let me fuck your tits.” He’d wanted this for so long, and he knew Eskel would let him, he was just worried that Eskel would laugh.

When Eskel did chuckle, Jaskier’s scent went sour with shame. A moment later, he was being flipped and sat across Eskel’s broad chest. Strong hands held him still, gripping his hips and the chuckle had turned into a growl. 

“Wasn’t laughing at you, omega. You never cease to surprise me after all these years,” Eskel shook his head as he huffed, “Not sure what I did to deserve you but I’m the luckiest Alpha in the world.” Eskel added, scratching at his scar, the tips of his ears flushing pink. 

“You like that?” Jaskier asked. Leaning forward, he removed Eskel’s hand from his face, placing the softest kisses over his scar until he made his way to Eskel’s lips and begged entry with a lick of his tongue. 

Eskel’s chest started to rumble with a purr that felt devine under Jaskier’s legs and over his sensitive sex. Jaskier’s hands brushed through the hair on Eskel’s chest, pinching his nipples with nimble fingers before cupping over Eskel’s pecs and squeezing. The way Eskel groaned, made Jaskier smile. 

“I think you do like that,” Jaskier said with a sultry whisper, sliding his hips up, leaving slick in his wake. He continued to grind his sex up and over Eskel’s huge chest, slicking up the area and scent marking his Alpha in a way that made his Omega purr with possessive pride. 

Eskel brought his own hands up to his chest, pushing up from the sides so a deep valley emerged between his chest. Jaskier growled his approval and canted his hips, thrusting forward to experiment. 

The sensation was strange, his slick making the glide easy. Eskel’s chest hair was rough against his more sensitive skin but added a friction that was more than welcome. Jaskier wasn’t going to last long, not with the way Eskel’s chest rumbled a continuous purr, his cocklet, having been ignored until now, was hard and leaking. 

Jaskier couldn’t help the way his breaths hitched and he moaned; he felt so small riding his Alpha’s chest, chasing his own orgasm like a rutting teen, his hips working of their own volition until he was so close he could feel his impending orgasm in the back of his throat. 

“Close, I'm so close Alpha,” Jaskier moaned, eyes screwed shut chasing the pleasure. 

“Look at me, Omega,” Eskel ordered, his voice deep and rough. 

When Jaskier obeyed, Eskel was looking at him like he’d hung the moon, love and devotion shone in his eyes. When he licked over a fang and winked, Jaskier was done for, hips stuttering as he came. Slick saturated Eskel’s chest, Jaskier’s cocklet twitching its release up to Eskel’s chin, much to the Alpha’s delight. Jaskier was hardly done coming before he was being flipped onto his back, the huge Alpha looming over him. 

“Hope you enjoyed that, Omega. It’s my turn now,” Eskel growled, a feral smile promising a long night ahead of them.  

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

When Eskel's woken again, it's by Shani's fingertips drawing idle patterns on his skin. He pretends he's asleep for a bit longer, carefully controlling his breathing and heartbeat, just so she'll keep touching him. She traces the scars that have dug deep into the soft flesh of his arm. It's been so long since anyone has touched him like this that no amount of witcher training can keep his breath from turning into a quiet gasp.

'Good morning.' The smile in her voice is just as warm as her body next to him. 'I didn't mean to wake you.'

After all the shitty things I'm throwing at Eskel, he deserves something nice. And he and Shani have been dancing around each other for a long time now.

from an upcoming chapter of Of a Fearsome Mind

[andordean]

Triss/Eskel

There aren't that many fields that fit them, but I really like the idea of them together! I've seen criticism that it's the leftover witch and witcher, but I still like their potential. They have things in common, although Triss would need to do some soul searching, and some less bullshitting herself before she's actually in a relationship that's not all flavours of fucked up, especially with Eskel, who deserves all the nice things.

Thanks! 😊

[strewbi]

I’m late to the party I realize this but that man is not my eskel