#eskel fanfiction

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Witchers + someone making their s/o uncomfortable

summary: what if the witchers saw someone making their s/o uncomfortable at a bar?

warnings: unwanted flirting/attention, the witchers doing their thing (slight physical violence), written with afab!reader in mind, technically gender-neutral though :)

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @lu-in-the-library @sunndust @ghostcatwhiskers (hmu to be added/removed to any taglist)

masterlist | based on this request

Geralt

Bros the standing guy emoji

Except that he’s so so menacing. He’ll just kind of cast a shadow over the person that’s making you uncomfortable

And you best expect that person to scurry back into their hole

“We’re leaving.”

Scolds the barkeep like a little kid

Definitely tries to reassure you by wildly making death threats about anyone who’s ever been slightly negative towards you

Eskel

Eskel makes it very clear that you’re with him, and being a Witcher, that’s usually enough

He puts an arm around your waist/shoulder, and challenges whoever is making you uncomfortable to continue talking

Usually, they leave pretty quickly

If they do not get the memo, best believe that Eskel will make them understand

Happy to use threats in order to protect you

Lambert

Lambert may not be as quick to notice as Geralt or Eskel, as he’s probably busy getting into a brawl

But as soon as he does, he abandons his current fight to start a new one with whoever is making you uncomfortable

He’s a witcher, not a diplomat, no words necessary

You best believe drunk creeps leave you alone for the rest of the night

(unless they have a deathwish)

Coen

Coen is quiet and patient, and so is his approach

When he notices something is wrong, he takes the creep by the shoulder and walks them away from you

Exchanges some friendly, pointed words (read: threats) that have the creep’s knees shaking for sure

They leave pale as a ghost, and you’ll never get a word out of Coen. You don’t need to hear all that

[cosmos-coma]

I know I’m late, but may I request 16 or 30 from the Valentine’s prompts with Eskel, if you’re still taking requests? Thank you 💕 Your writing is the best!

La-Vide

The Need to Get Away

A/N: OF COURSE I CAN, ANYTHING FOR YOU. And you don’t even have to ask, because the only Eskel I write for is game Eskel :) (and hopefully some book Eskel as I read through more). Sorry this took so long! It’s been a WEEK, but I really appreciate the love.

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 2398

Warning: none! Just some fluff! (oh and absolutely CHAOTIC sibling energy)

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It was nearing the end of winter, teetering on the edge of spring and the holiday of love was right around the corner. Most years Eskel wouldn’t bother to celebrate- the path was ever lonely and if company happened to be found, they barely stayed beyond the night. 

But this year was different.

This year it wasn’t a mocking reminder of his isolating work, But rather a reminder that against all odds, somehow he found you.

When he first met you, you had been a radiant hearth in a house he didn’t even realize had gone dark and cold. No matter the day he had you always smiled and laughed when he came back to you with sticks and monster bits in his hair. You’d pick them out, ask him how his contract was, and spend all night in his tender embrace.

You made him feel normal, and for that, he wanted to give you something special- something he felt was worthy of the love he felt he had so unjustly received. 

First, he tried the library. 

He had set everything up perfectly; the fireplace crackled with the warmth of life, the fragrant petals of your favorite flower lay scattered around the stacks, and the warmest blanket in the entire keep was placed over your favorite loveseat. 

He pulled out a stack of your favorite stories and even a few new ones he’d snagged in town before the bitter cold came. He figured you two could have a relaxing morning side by side in the library before you continued on to the rest of his plans.

… unfortunately, it didn’t last for long.

“Eskel, my love, did you do all of this for us?” You grinned as you opened the heavy wooden door. The pleasant smell of fresh flowers and old books swirled around you, its soothing scent enveloping you along with the warmth coming from the room's large hearth. 

“I thought we could start with a quiet morning…” he said as he took your hand and led you to your seat where there was already a steaming mug just for you.

Your grin was so sweet and genuinely excited that even now, Eskel still lost his breath at the sight of it.

You settled down in your favorite loveseat, your legs thrown over Eskel’s lap as per usual as you settled in. 

It seemed like the perfect way to start the day, book in your lap, mug in your hand, until-

BOOM

You nearly jumped 3 feet in the air when you heard the rumbling explosion beneath you, causing you to spill the contents of your mug into your lap and book.

“Ah!! Hot! Hot!” You shouted as you jumped up to your feet, dropping everything to the floor as you desperately tried to fan yourself. 

Eskel wasted no time jumping up either, trying to pat dry your clothes and blow on them, but there was only so much he could do. Soon enough, thankfully, the entire room let out a relieved sigh as your clothes had finally cooled down, now just leaving you with a soaked, cold lap.

“Well this… could be worse,” you tried to stay positive as you looked at Eskel with a small smile “But What on earth was that? It sounded like it was right below us” 

Eskel sighed, sitting back down as he watched you go stand near the fire to dry your clothes, “it probably came from the alchemy lab… it’s right below us but I don’t know who would be-“

BOOM

A smaller explosion went off. 

“I meant to do that!” You heard Lambert’s voice yell as bits of rock crumbled and fell from the ceiling.

Eskel sighed, “I really should have guessed… It seems he chose today of all days to test his volatile substances…” 

“‘Volatile substances’? You mean—“

BOOM

“Oh, THAT'S NEW” Lambert's voice shouted, a mix of excitement and concern…but mostly excitement.

“Bombs.” Eskel finished for you, “precisely.”

“Right…” you said quietly, seeming to be in thought as you  nodded and fanned your clothes before the fire, “… should we not be here?”

“No probably not…” 

Next, he tried the courtyard.

It was warm for the end of winter and the sun hung happily in the clear sky. Though there were still some weeks of winter left, soft green buds mistakenly peeked out of the twigs and branches above you, giving hope of a soon-to-be spring. 

“So this morning didn’t go as planned, but I thought maybe we could spend some time with Lil Bleater?” Eskel suggested, carrying a small pack under his arm. The aforementioned noisy kid bleated up at her two-legged dad as she followed just half a step behind, urgently asking for everything from cuddles to treats to a sparring partner.

You laughed a bit and nodded, “of course… you know I can never get enough of her.” 

As if sensing his intentions Lil Bleater suddenly ran ahead, bouncing around a large tree jutting out of the courtyard. Its roots had pulled up pieces of the stone walkway its many, many years of watching over the keep, but maintained a little bowl that was perfect for sitting. Landing with as much flare as a goat can she turned back to Eskel, yelling at him to set up right here.

“There? That’s where you wanna be? Alright, you’re the boss, Bleater…” your beloved said with a warm smile, unfolding the small blanket with a satisfying fwoosh. 

The mountain of a man let out a sigh nearly as big as he was as he finally sat on the thin cushion of the blanket, “let’s try this again shall we..?” He offered, his notched lip tugging up at the corner as he reached out to you. 

Practically falling into his lap, you wasted no time before curling into his warm embrace, your head resting pleasantly against his shoulder as you tried to take in the peace of the morning once again. Lil Bleater was quick to follow suit, climbing into your lap and nibbling at your clothes until you finally scratched her just right. 

It seemed like everything was finally going right this time… that is until- 

Clang! Clang clang! Ding! 

Eskel groaned, his head knocking into yours as it hung in defeat again. He swore this day was testing him. 

Geralt and Vesemir came round the corner shortly after, swords clanging viciously as they sparred, their mentor holding nothing back as he came at him again and again. Metal on metal rang incessantly in your ears and even Lil Bleater had to protest the unending noise they made. 

“Baaaaah! “ she cried, pushing off of your lap in a rush as she ran swiftly in the opposite direction. 

“Um… “ you muttered as you watched them keep going, even going so far as to wave at you as they passed. You wanted to say something, but this was still not your home, not technically, and you didn’t want to overstep your bounds.

Eskel sighed, he was a very patient man, but it was wearing thinner with every aggressive clang of metal ringing against the stone walls, “Of course they have to do this now-- Come on… why don’t you go in for lunch?” He suggested, his smile much more tired now as he helped you up, “I’ll be in soon, okay? Hopefully, it’s quieter in the hall.”

And then… it was lunch…

Eskel was hard at work in the kitchen, willingly unbothered by the racquet of his brothers as he put the finishing touches on his meal. He had prepared most of it earlier that morning, having already planned ahead on sharing your favorite lunch. “Okay… it’s done,” Eskel mumbled to himself as he looked out the thin window, “and with any luck, my brothers will still be busy while we eat….” 

As Eskel brought out plates for the both of you, looking cautiously around the hall, he had to sigh in relief; his brothers were still out and about.Maybe he could finally have time for just the two of you.

 Thank any and every god that one of his activities was going right. 

Your smile was gentle and patient as he headed toward you, your whole expression graced with a wash of wonderfully stubborn love. Eskel nearly tripped on a raised tile, his eyes lost in yours instead on the path ahead of him, before quickly recovering his footing. 

“Careful there…,”. You warned with a laugh, “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to lunch after all the trouble you’ve gone through today.” 

Your Witcher huffed a small laugh, but refused to jinx it any further

However…

About four bites in the hair on the back of his neck began to rise. Something didn’t feel right. He stopped and looked around the hall. All was quiet, but something still nagged him.

Hm.. it’s not his Witcher senses bothering him, or his medallion would have gone off. No… what was bothering him was his sibling senses. 

Carefully he put his fork down, the gentle ding clear in his ears. He looked at you, innocent and unaware of what was yet to come, you were too engrossed in your meal to notice the danger looming all too close. 

“It’s too quiet-” he tried to warn, but it was too late. 

Almost as if it was planned, both Lambert and Geralt came in from different doors and their senses were set on Eskel’s premade food. 

“No, no, no, no..!” Eskel started to stand, yellow eyes flaring as Geralt slid in next to you, and Lambert next to him. 

“Oooh, smells good, whatcha got there big guy?” Lambert asked with a grin as he reached over onto Eskel’s plate, taking a bite of the meticulously made dish, “oh shit, this is good!”

Geralt looked over onto your plate, “Hm? Can I try some?” He asked, tone calm and deceivingly gentle, but Eskel knew his brothers. Lambert was brash and didn’t care about the consequences as he reached for what he wanted. Geralt on the other hand was calculated. As a child he learned quickly that he needed his approach to be smart if he was going to skirt the slaps and jabs Lambert got, so he’d stick his foot in the door. He’d ask to try some, complement the work, and then eventually get YOU to offer HIM part of your meal. Eskel had fallen for it many times.

“Oh, of course,” you smiled pleasantly as you offered him a fork, watching him take a politely small bite. 

“Oh it’s good, Eskel you made this?” Geralt complimented, the slightest smile on his lips as he met the blazing eyes of his closest brother. 

“I did…” Eskel gritted out, pushing Lambert away from his plate as he went to reach in again. 

“Huh, you’ve never cooked like this for us…” Geralt remarked, rubbing his ‘aching arms’ “mm, too bad my arms are so sore from training today to make myself something like this…” 

“Oh… well, would you like some more of mine? I’m sure there’s enough to go around.” You said, offering him a few more forkfuls. 

Geralt grinned pointedly at his brother as he lifted his fork again, “Wow, Eskel… you must’ve brought home the most generous person on the continent….” 

You smiled at the compliment, but the pleasant expression quickly fell as Eskel stabbed his fork into the table, dangerously close to Lambert's reaching hand, and wordlessly walked away. His shoulders were tight and arched, like a threatened animal, and you weren’t sure if it was growling or muttering beneath his breath that you heard. 

“Eskel? My love, where are you going?” You asked as he turned the corner wordlessly. 

“Well,” Lambert said, scooting over into Eskel’s seat as he took his plate with a grin, “If he’s not going to finish it then I guess I should.”

All of this Chaos and turmoil had bubbled and stewed and now you hadn’t seen Eskel all afternoon. Sunset was just a few hours away and you were starting to get worried. 

“Where could he be..?” You mused to yourself as you pushed past the front doors.You had just stepped outside to look for him once again when you heard a familiar, yet excited sound. 

“Bahhhh!” Lil Bleater yelled as she ran toward you, her gait quick and determined as she trampled a path straight toward you. 

“Hey, kiddo. Have you- wait, what’s this?” You asked as you quickly snatched the note she was chewing away. 

‘Meet me at the stables? Dress warm. -E’

You grinned as you saw Eskel’s neat handwriting scrawled across the simple note. With all the speed you could manage you rushed to get your warmest clothes on, a grin plastered on your face the entire time as you raced through the keep and down to the stables. What you weren’t expecting though was to see Scorpion saddled up, packed saddle bags bulging with various items. 

“Eskel..? What is this..?” You smiled, nearly out of breath as you slowed to a stop before the stead-fast stallion. “Are you going somewhere?” You asked, petting Scorpion’s dark muzzle as he leaned his nose in to sniff around your pockets.

“We are,” he smiled, looking at ease once again as he came to your side, “I’m sorry today was- sort of a disaster. I had all of these things planned and just… nothing seemed to go right,” he admitted. “But I think I found the perfect solution…. How do you feel about an impromptu road trip? There’s a little clearing up the side of the mountain that has the most amazing sunsets. 

There’s a big tree in the middle that’s perfect to sleep under, and after we eat dinner-” he knocked on a saddle bag, its noise clanking with the sound of a pot and its utensils, “then maybe we can make a fire and stargaze..?”

His large frame was uncharacteristically nervous, his gaze staring down at his rough hands as they came together in front of him. He hoped you’d be willing to try it all again, It hadn’t been a great start, but he was still determined to see it through for you. 

When he finally looked up from his hands the brightness of your toothy grin was contagious, Eskel’s own lips tugging up into a wide smile.

“Oh, my love… you had me at ‘road trip’.”

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Kids and Coffee Dates Ch 11

Masterlist

(set to the tune of the lamby song from Gravity Falls) Who wants a tiny little update? I do! I do! Because I haven't written in like 4 months Sorry! My bad!

“Kids are learning fast. They know the T-birds kick some ass. Be sure that there’s no coming last if your on…”

The music pouring out of the Bluetooth speaker on a shelf in the garage trickled out of the open garage door and down to meet Geralt underneath the body of a 67 impala. The car had been an absolute nerd vanity purchase and Geralt knew it. It had needed a new interior; the thing ran like dirt when he first bought it and Geralt was sure he had almost rebuilt the engine at this point with all the parts he had replaced in it. Yet every time he opened the garage and he saw it, a little bit of giddiness bubbled up in him. He had been working with his therapist about defining his emotions and letting himself feel them. The car it turned out had ended up being his little get away to think. A place neither of the women in his house wanted to really be in for any length of time that he could just feel in. He could get upset, frustrated, excited and curious completely unfiltered and it felt good.

Yennifer still called him a nerd for getting The Impala, which he always felt were bold words coming from someone with a Gossip Girl phase, that he witnessed no less.

It wasn’t Yennifer or Ciri however that disrupted Geralt from his musing while working underneath the car, rather it was the rumbling of an engine and the sound of tires slowing over asphalt in the drive. As he was pulling himself up from under the car Lambert was already out and beelining toward him.

“That girl that Eskel went on a date with, what did she look like?” Lambert was breathing heavy like he had ran over to Geralt’s house instead of driving.

“Why?” Geralt quirked up an eyebrow, the frown on his face contouring as he reached for a rag to wipe his hands.

“Well you know how Dad got on my ass about looking nice for company things? Well I was going over to Eskel’s to get steal some stuff of his because I was thinking about it and you know my thing about doing things when I think about them. “

“Yes I am aware that your ADHD ass works in mysterious ways” Geralt threw back at him.

Lambert gave him a quick dirty look before dropping it to continue.

“Well anyway I went to his house this morning and—”

Lambert’s rant was drown out by the very familiar rumble of a bike engine, which abruptly shut off as both brothers turned. Eskel stood a few feet from the bike, arms crossed over his chest and a glare directed at Lambert. The two brothers seemed to have an entire conversation for a few seconds solely with there eyes and facial expressions before Lambert bolted off like a shot to the side to try and reach his vehicle. Eskel however had strategically place himself between the two and sidestepped to grab his brother. The force of the two colliding knocked them both to ground.

It really was something watching two grown men—both built like lumberjacks—wrestling in a driveway at 7 in the morning.

Geralt only wished he had brought a drink out with him to watch the show.

The wrestling match lasted a few more seconds before Eskel had completely pinned Lambert to the ground with his hands pinned behind his back.  

“What in the hell is going on out here? You men are in your thirties, are you really acting like this?” Yennifer had stepped out on the front porch to observe the scene that was being made in her front yard.

“Hey don’t you lump me in with these old men” Lambert picked his head up from the pavement to retort back at Yennifer. Eskel gave out a huff before standing up and letting Lambert go. Which the younger man readily accepting quacking jumping back up.

Yennifer had made her way down to the driveway, turning to Geralt for answers.

“What’s going on out here?” Geralt gave her a shrug before answering.

“I genuinely don’t know this just kinda happened to me.”

“I saw Eskel’s girlfriend .” Lambert bluntly explained, all preamble lost after losing his impromptu wrestling match.

Eskel let out a groan dragging his hands through his hair and pulling before straightening back up and rolling his shoulders.

“Yeah look listen I’ve been meaning to tell you guys for a while I just could never find the right time, and then I started feeling guilty for waiting so long which made me wait ever more and I fuck” Eskel’s shoulders were slumped slightly as he looked mildly downtrodden off to the side.

“Does she have a name?” Yennifer tried to make the tone of her voice as light as possible to try and steer the conversation away from its sober state to at least some mild love or gaiety.

“Uhh yeah” Eskel awkwardly ruffled a hand behind his head. “Her name’s Y/n, she runs a farm, she’s been helping me with Bleater a lot actually, I’ve been seeing her for about six months. “

Lambert began to tsk and place his hand over his chest in overdramatic fashion.

“Eskel I just tsk I thought we were brothers. Six months you hide this girl from us? Six months I—”

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking knew?” Eskel’s eyes shone with irritation once more as he turned toward Lambert

“That not what i—” Lamber was once again cut off.

“No you wouldn’t be joking like this if this was the first time you were hearing about this. You fucking knew didn’t you?”  

Geralt stood up at this, knowing that Eskel would be even more upset if they lied any further.

“We found out by accident.” As Geralt spoke Eskel turned to him. The direct, vaguely angry eye contact would have probably brought any other man to his knees, but Geralt knew Eskel too well to be scared. He knew Eskel too well to fall for this act of anger that was hiding embarrassment and hurt.

“We found out by accident and we weren’t sure if it was anything serious so we figured you would come to us when you were ready.” While Geralt’s words were far from flowery or soft, he could tell by the lessening tension in Eskel’s shoulders that they were working.

“None of us wanted to pressure you or anything okay?” Relief filled Geralt as Eskel broke eye contact to close his eye and take a deep breath letting it out with an “okay”.

“Are we cool?” This was more for Geralt’s peace of mind than anything. Eskel was and always had been the closest person Geralt had had in his life, having Eskel upset at him for any length of time caused a big black hold to well up in his stomach that threaten to swallow him whole.

Eskel let out another long exhale from his nose before his eyebrows lifted slightly and he gave out a “Yeah were cool�� with a few nods.

As the air cleared of tension Eskel could feel a few rapid fire vibrations radiate from his pocket.

Babe: Hey I think I’m gonna make waffles.

Babe: you have some strawberries in the fridge, should I make like a strawberry topping?

Babe: or blueberry?

Babe: blueberry and strawberry?

Babe:……… I love you!

Eskel let out a little snort from his nostrils before putting the phone back in his pocket.

“Well as… pleasant as this morning has been I have waffles waiting for me at home and I” Eskel looked around the driveway a second before flicking off a piece of gravel from his shoulder “am going to take advantage of them”

As the sound of the motorcycle faded into the distance Yennifer leaned into the side of the house.

“That could have gone a lot better”

“could have also gone a lot worse” Geralt responded, leaning over to pick up tools from around the car.

“I never did get my tie-tacks” Lambert piped up. “How mad do you think he’d be if I went back to his house to snag a waffle?”

~

Suhuyini: Hey were going to have a party for Purnima at the Stable for her birthday on October 1st. Just wanted to let you know.

Eskel: Nice, do you want me to bring anything?

Suhuyini: Your little girlfriend.

Eskel: You know what I meant, like what food do you want me to bring?

Suhuyini: Technically people are edible.

Eskel: Were not eating my girlfriend.

Suhuyini: Eskel I am sure you eat your girlfriend 😉

Eskel: Would you cut it out??

Suhuyini: Only if you bring your girlfriend.

Eskel: I will ASK my girlfriend. I’m not going to tie her up and drag her to the stable

Suhuyini: Tie her up you say 😉

Eskel: I’m leaving

Suhuyini: You can’t leave a text, if could also bring like a fruit or veggie tray that would be great.

[blooms-in-april]

"Here."

Jaskier looks up from his lute to see Eskel holding the reins of a horse so beautiful it looks like a pearlescent moon.

"She's for you." Eskel says.

Jaskier moves as if in a dream, taking the reins of the albino mare. Eskel continues, the words flowing.

"She was a steal, blemished. Someone cut her deep in the head and sides. But I thought you'd find that romantic, you know. Make a wounded unicorn out of her marks. And you need a horse and you like pretty things. It made sense to me."

The chords of his throat knot, cut short. Jaskier draws his fingers through the white mare's mane, lute callouses catching on hair white as snow. He picks at a stuck burr and his heart clenches with the familiarity of the movement .

"Why couldn't it have been you?" He says.

Eskel stops abruptly. There is something wild and despairing in the bards voice, a reclamation of destiny.

"Why couldn't it have been you I met in Posada all those years ago?" Jaskier says. "Where were you twenty years ago? Where were you ten? Where were you when I was young and green and full of music?Of course I meet you now,"

He laughs, and there is no melody in it.

"Of course I meet you now, when I am full and sick of loving. You would have been- kind, when you finally sent me away. You would have killed it quickly, killed the dream quiet and fast, in my sleep, like a horse with a broken leg too weak to stand."

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 71

The other witchers at Kaer Morhen have always grown tired of Geralt's random moodswings and bouts of gloom and grumpiness during the winter. He'd be happy and carefree, safe in his home, and then some dark thought would crest in his mind, and for a few days straight, he'd be in a horrible mood. When one year he brings his bard with him, they realize the moodswings have disappeared completely. That is, until Jaskier starts trying to "bond" with them all and spends less time with Geralt. Then all of a sudden the snarls and snaps from Geralt are back. One day, Lambert gets tired of Geralt's sass, and shoves Jaskier at him, and they're all amazed when Geralt loses his bad mood and instead chooses to carry his bard off to cuddle in front of the fireplace. Nuzzling him and purring the whole time. Thus commences a new rule of Kaer Morhen. If you spot Geralt being pissy, you chuck the bard at him. Jaskier has been taken away from a meal, a game of gwent, his chores, his bed while asleep, and one especially embarrassing time he was taken from a bath. Jaskier is quite alright with the new rule, as it always ends in deligthtful Geralt cuddles, but sometimes he wishes Geralt would just find Jaskier instead of moping when he misses him.

[letmelickyoureyeballs]

Witcher Fic Recs

Wanted to make a list of some of my favorite Witcher fics! Most of these are not Jaskier/Geralt, but I did add some, and they are just as good! A lot are also Explicit, and some need an AO3 account to access. Feel free to message me if you want your work taken off this list.

*I do not claim any of these fics as mine, and I give all the credit to the original authors*

"Bat Out of Water" by @tafkamayle One of if not my favorite Witcher fic! 65k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt Jaskier/Eskel Jaskier/Lambert, Vampire and Pirate AU

"The Songbird of The Cats" by @ohwhoopsok I've read this one so many times I cannot recommend it enough! 28k words, Mature, Jaskier/OCs Jaskier/Aiden Jaskier/Lambert, Jaskier becomes the School of the Cats new obsession, little non-human Jaskier

"The Shape of Love" by @jaskierswolf 17k words, Teen and Up, Shifter AU, Geralt/Jaskier, there's a bunch of works in this series and they're all great!

"Fateful Red" by @tafkamayle again, 16k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt, Soulmates and No Powers AU, I love this one so much!

"That's my Jam(bert)" by @greenbirddraws/GreenBird, 14k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Lambert, I love them together so much!

"So Tight I'd Bruise You" by @sweetpeapod 496 words, General Audience, Jaskier/Lambert, little hurt/comfort and soft Lambert

"Cat Up A Tree(Going Down on a Witcher)" by Hallianna, 10k words, Explicit, Aiden/Jaskier/Lambert, love this one a lot!

"Bring Your Hunger" by @sweetpeapod again, 2k words, Teen and Up, Jaskier/Lambert, teasing and fluff

"Take a Chance on Second Chances" by Caelanmiriel, 9k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Lambert, some courting rituals

"Fingertips" by @ohwhoopsok again, 3k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Lambert, Lambert can't get hard, some fluff, this one is super sweet!

"to the wolves" by @besselfcn 1k words, Mature, Jaskier/Lambert/Eskel/Geralt, Past SA, hurt/comfort, revenge, past Valdo/Jaskier

"I Just Want to Feel You" by @stfustucky 6k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt/Lambert/Eskel, Geralt and Eskel fuck up some aftercare so Lambert has to make things right, super sweet one!

"Soap, and the Scents of Home" by @round--robin/round_robin 32k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt/Eskel/Lambert, lots of touch-starved Witchers, Scent kink, an amazing series!

"5 Times Geralt was Cat-Like (+1 Time He Was Wolf-Like)" by @xrdragonix 2k, General Audience, Geralt/Jaskier, Wolf and Cat traits, super cute and wholesome!

If you enjoyed any of these please let the authors know with comments, kudos, and/or bookmarking it!

[ladyannemarie5]

Jaskier to Radovid: I'm so happy we can finally be together. Now I can finally introduce you to the rest of my harem.

Radovid: Your what?!

Jaskier: This is Geralt, you've heard of him in my songs, the great White Wolf, he won't hesitate to run you through with his sword.

This is Yennefer, my favorite sorceress, she can turn you into a toad if she wants to.

This big guy here is Eskel, he looks grumpy but he's a cinnamon roll that can rip you in half.

Here's Lambert, my favorite idiot who can blow you to pieces without hesitation.

And last but not least, my dear Vespula, don't let her pretty face fool you, she can leave you with no inheritance if she gets upset.

Oh, and how can I forget my dear princess, my niece Cirilla, she can make all your brains come out of your mouth.

But don't worry, sweetie, you're doing great.

[phantomstatistician]

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[shy-urban-hobbit]

For the first time in a long time, Eskel wasn’t the first one back. It wasn’t surprising, apparently Geralt had arrived back a fortnight ago, anxious to be back with Ciri. The child was currently sat at one of the long tables, legs swinging as she drew in the blank journal Vesemir had given her whilst the adults talked amongst themselves. It was to be a welcome home present for her Uncle Eskel and therefore, she was determined to make it the best picture of her entire six years.

“I ran into Lambert a couple of months back.” Eskel said as he finished warming up by the roaring fire in the great hall after his climb up to Kaer Morhen, “He said he’s bringing his Cat with him this year.”

Vesemir nodded, “Meaning he’ll be coming from further South, so we should expect him a little later.”

Ciri looked up at that, “Uncle Lambert has a cat?”

“Hmm? Yes, Aiden.”  Geralt answered, attention still mostly on his brother.

Ciri gave an excited wiggle. Her grandmother had never allowed her to have a pet. The closest she’d come was the cat owned by one of the courtiers; a fat, fluffy thing with a squashed face named Pumpkin (something which had confused Ciri, considering the cat wasn’t orange). She imagined pulling a string for them to chase, sitting petting them whilst Uncle Eskel read to her from one of the storybooks he’d decided wasn’t too grown up for her like he had last winter. Maybe she’d be allowed to have them sleep in her room sometimes. Oh yes, Ciri couldn’t wait!

“Papa, where will Aiden be sleeping?” Ciri had looked all around the Keep and she couldn’t find anything resembling a cat bed. Not even a cushion like the one Pumpkin would spend all day sitting on.

“He usually shares with Lambert.” Geralt said, as he tucked her in, “He’ll have his own room too though. Just incase.”

Ciri blinked. The cat was going to have its own room, “Why?”

“He’s like anybody else. He likes to have his own space sometimes or he gets grumpy. You warm enough?”

She nodded, feeling her eyelids already starting to grow heavy, “Goodnight, Papa.”

“Goodnight, Cub.”

Ciri was perched on one of the kitchen counters, munching on a couple of carrot sticks Eskel had handed to her when a thought struck her, “Uncle Eskel, will Aiden have to catch and eat the rats?”

Eskel laughed loudly and had to pause in his vegetable chopping so he didn’t lose a finger, “You know, I only said that as a joke about your Uncle Lambert’s cooking, right? And no, Cub, there’s more than enough here for Aiden too. Nobody's going to go hungry.”

“Okay.” Ciri nodded and went back to her snack, satisfied with her answer she’d gotten.

 Geralt reported seeing smoke halfway down the mountain. Lambert would be home by tomorrow.

“Will Aiden like me?”

Pumpkin had hissed and scratched at her if she ever tried to pet him or play with him after all. Even though she was nice and never tried to pull his tail or anything like that.

Vesemir ruffled her hair, “He’ll love you, Cub. Just do as you do with everyone else here and take heed if he wants to be left alone, alright? Don’t go chasing him.”

“We were worried you wouldn’t make it.” Geralt said, embracing Lambert in a rough hug, not waiting for the other to shake the snow off his cloak and boots, “Thought we’d have to come down and dig you out. Aiden.” He extended a hand to the stranger, who grasped it tightly.

Ciri stared up at the man stood next to her uncle. The man her papa had called Aiden. He was a little shorter and leaner, but still tall with green eyes and a friendly smile, his curly black hair flecked with snow and tied back from his face.

“You’re not a cat.”

That drew their attention. Aiden cocking his head towards her with an “Eh?” whilst Geralt hissed her name in admonishment.

Ciri crossed her arms, “Papa, you all said Uncle Lambert was bringing a cat back.”

“Geralt, what is she-“

Aiden put a hand on Lambert's forearm, interrupting him,  “I think I see what’s happened.”

He crouched so he was level with the little girl, fighting to keep down his laughter lest she think it was directed at her and not the situation (Eskel had already lost that battle and had retreated to the kitchen), “I’m a Cat in the same way your Uncle Lambert’s a Wolf. That’s my school, see.” He held out his medallion for Ciri to get a good look at.

“There’s other Witcher schools?”

“A year here and she doesn’t know that. What the fuck have you actually been teaching her, old man?”

“Lambert, watch your language!”

Ciri turned big eyes on the group, “So, there’s no cat for me to play with?”

“Oh I wouldn’t say that, Cub. I’m always up for a round of hide and seek, and I bet you’ve found all the best hiding places by now.”

Ciri nodded, it was true. When she wasn’t at lessons with Grandpa Vesemir, she’d had a lot of time to explore.

Aiden gave her an easy grin, “Great.” He dropped his voice to a stage whisper, “You can show me the best places to hide from your Uncle. It’s always funny making him jump.”

Ciri giggled.

“Alright, back to your lessons now Ciri. Let Lambert and Aiden get settled.”

 Ciri took Geralt’s hand, letting him lead her to the library. They may have waited until Ciri was out of earshot, but Geralt heard all too clearly the Cats laughter and Jaskier-worthy exclamations about how she was “Too fucking adorable!”. Geralt smiled down at the little blonde head. Yes, she most definitely was.

[slumberingcorpse]

Imagine if instead of cats being terrified of witchers, they instead loved witchers? I can just picture Lambert just walking into a town with an army of cats that he’s gathered just to cause utter chaos. (Yes, he has tried to train all of his cats to attack people he doesn’t like. He gave up after a week). Every time, Eskel sleeps in a barn or stables he wakes up with a whole colony of stray cats sleeping on him causing him to often get up late since he doesn’t want to disturb their sleep. He also makes sure to feed them any chance he gets. Geralt would constantly lose his mind during hunts since kittens will start to pop out of nowhere wanting attention and he will have to kill monsters while protecting each cat. As for Vesemir, he busies himself with building cat trees for all the cats that wander into Kear Morhan and treat them as more of his children. He gave them all names and makes clothes, toys (Made with the purest of cat nip), and beds for all of them. Some of them even have small versions of the wolf medallions as collars.

[sweet-melitele]

The Witcher Whumpcember 2024

Masterlist of all 31 @whumpcember 2024 prompts as a series of interconnected fics!

To Heal a Witcher

Day 1: Broken Bones Day 2: "This Is Your Fault" Day 3: Begging Day 4: “This isn’t my blood” Day 5: Concussion Day 6: "Please Stop" Day 7: Kidnapped

Day 8: “No. Not like this.” Day 9: Shaking Day 10: “Let me help you.” Day 11: Manipulation Day 12: "I Have Nowhere Else To Go" Day 13: Trauma Day 14: “I never wanted this.”

Day 15: Broken Glass Day 16: Amnesia Day 17: Greatest Fear Day 18: Poisoned Day 19: Panic Attack Day 20: “Please leave” Day 21: Bruises

Day 22: Alt 3: Fire Day 23: Overwhelmed Day 24: Walking on Injuries Day 25: Healed Wrong Day 26: Falling Day 27: Alt 2: Memory Day 28: Alt. 10: "Tell Me I'm Wrong"

Day 29: Alt. 6: "Could You Stay A Little Longer?" Day 30: Saying Goodbye Day 31: "You're Allowed to Fall Apart"

[cosmos-coma]

The Curses That Bind Us- Part 5

A/N: It was surprisingly hard to get in the mood to write this and unfortunately while trying to write I've been in severe job-hunting mode, so my apologies that its MONTHS since the last update. Hoping to be better about that in the coming updates.

this chapter is a little light on the editing, I just really wanted to get this out there, but I hope you Enjoy!

Pairing: Eskel X Reader

Words: 2689

Chapter summary: You and Eskel happen upon an occupied village and think perhaps that you've found a solution to your curse.

You couldn't be more wrong.

Warnings: Insults, (threat of) violence, blood (canon level), symptoms similar to chronic fatigue/pain, morally gray reader (I guess?)

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“May you waste away before your eyes like the rotten thief you are. May your hands grow weak and your constitution falter as you grow desperate for a cure that is out of your reach. May you only know mercy when the suppliant lips of the executioner admit to you their devastating defeat.” 

The words of your curse were a constant rattle in the back of your mind, some days it became white noise- just another piece of the background, like hoofbeats or waving grass. But other days it was the one thing that kept you up at night, the annoying twig that tapped endlessly at your window until you cry at the overwhelming frustration of it all. 

You watched the man in front of you, taking the lead on the thin forest path as you followed closely behind. Dark brown hair and broad shoulders with two lethal swords rattling gently against his back, yet as he glanced back at you, you were met with the sweetest honeyed eyes and warmest smile you had ever seen. Your lips couldn’t help themself as they pulled up into a small smile, your hand giving a little wave as he looked back to check on you. 

Your smile lingered as he turned back to the path ahead. This was the man that would break your curse, He had promised as much- and for once you believed it- you believed him.

 It was a new feeling- something still a little foreign to you. Perhaps it was his character? Uncommonly kind and gentle- especially for his line of work- or perhaps it was his determination? The way he constantly strove to move forward. 

‘Or perhaps… perhaps it’s that smile of his…? Bright and infectious in its ease--” you paused as you shook yourself out of your thoughts, “ No. Not now. There are bigger things at hand to worry about now,” You gently scolded your brain.

You steadied your focus once more, turning back to the path ahead, but no matter how you tried, your eyes never seemed to stray from your companion for long - and neither did your thoughts. 

The ache in your muscles yearned for the warm spark of his touch, the soothing brushes that seemed to - if only for a moment- chase the tiredness away. You’d been sharing a bed for a few days now- you kept assuring yourself it was because you were low on coin, but you knew better. You never woke up feeling so right as you did beside those amber eyes, as if your curse was no more than a distant nightmare. It was a high that never seemed to stay quite long enough, one that always left you yearning for your next fix.

“Whoa, Scorpion...” Eksel’s voice interrupted your train of thought as he slowed to a stop before you. You could hear the rumbling of boots falling on earth and the lazy chattering of men before you even pulled up beside him. 

“Ugh,” you remarked with disgust, your expression holding back nothing as you looked upon the red tunic-ed men. Many wore armor- helmets, breastplates, the usual uniform for a soldier- though some wore no armor at all, looking almost like the average townsperson- had it not been for the crest sewn into their tunics. “Redanians… I should have guessed as much,” you mumbled under your breath, though Eskel heard the venom in your words clear as day. 

He remembered you telling him how you ended up in this situation- how you had grown to become cursed. Your own nation's army had driven you from your home- an unfortunate, but similar story to nearly everyone in the town- but It wasn’t hard for Eskel to put the last of the pieces together. 

As of late, Redania- or more specifically King Radovid- had been on a craze in these lands, ravaging and absorbing every town and city he could into his empire. Nearly every neighboring nation had been scrambling to fend off the encroaching army but to little avail. Your town must’ve just been unlucky; Just happening to be close enough to the front that your army saw it fit to take over. But with Redanian troops already settling so far inland it looks as though it was all for naught….

Though you found bitterness in your heart from what your country did to you, you found an even worse taste for the Redanians. After all, had they not been so adamant about taking over half the continent, you would not have been kicked out of your home in the first place; you would not have starved, and most important of all, you would not have been cursed to wither away by some unknown witch.

It was needless to say you hated the Redanian army, and your expression showed as much as you looked out on the small troop. They looked like they hadn’t been here long, maybe a week or so at most, but it still looked as though some of the townspeople had fled. The only ones staying behind were those with livelihoods they could not move.

But the only worry on Eskel’s mind now as he looked out at the swath of red was how fresh they all looked. Almost all young faces, still excited and looking well rested… these boys looked like they had hardly fought at all, or if they had, they came in on the tail end of someone else’s win. Boys in troops like this always thought far too highly of themselves; they hadn’t yet seen the brink of death and it made them arrogant. Unfortunately one of them always wanted to test their mettle, and what better test than against a witcher? Arguably the most battle-tested humans around.

“Hm…” Eskel hummed as he scanned the troop, “Let’s just try to get to the tavern and get out… we’ll need provisions before we set up camp for the night.” He stated as he looked at you, smiling a bit as you nodded your approval.

You two had been traveling for a couple of days now. Eskel had become stuck as of late, wracking his brain for solutions to your curse, but something so vague as ‘the executioner’ was beginning to give him pause.

 It was not unheard of for witches to rescind their curses; giving their poor victims the solution they seek, or even lifting it themselves. He wasn’t sure if he could pull off that much, not with someone who seemed to curse at even the slightest provocation, but knowing anything he could about the witch was bound to be of use.

You were hesitant to put it lightly, the last thing you wanted was to see that wretched woman again…. But if there was any chance to get your life back, even just a few more years, you would take it. So there you headed, toward the witch, toward where it all began, and hopefully- toward where it all would end. 

Young soldiers watched and whispered as the two of you rode through town, though thankfully none yet seemed brave enough to bother you. The inside of the tavern was quiet, filled mostly with locals and a few older soldiers, obviously meant to keep the others in line, but they no longer had the energy to care. The interactions were short and sweet, a few day's rations and some small talk for a light pile of gold and a polite manner. It was not until you were outside that trouble once again seemed to find you.

“So you’re the Witcher I’ve been hearin‘ whispers about?  You don’t look like much past a messed up mug,” A young soldier spat, his self-satisfied smile twisted in arrogance, “and cheap company…” he added, eyebrows raised as he looked you up and down and seemed to dare Eskel to do something.

“Oh, you filthy little-“ you grumbled, moving to step forward with fists clenched before Eskel held a hand out to stop you. 

Your angry eyes softened as you looked up at him, though you saw his jaw was just as clenched, forcing himself to brush it off as per usual. Usually, he couldn’t give two shits about what people had to say; ‘mutant’,  ‘freak’, and ‘viper-eyed charlatan’ as he was once called. But he couldn’t deny the way his scars still shamed him to his core. They shouldn’t, he knew that- Geralt and Lambert told him as much, but… but every stare that lingered, every whisper from a crowd had a way of worming themselves into his heart. 

But you were here now. He had more important things to worry about than the way his scars twisted and pulled. Besides, it was nothing he hadn’t thought of himself. 

“Come…. Don’t pay him any mind. We need to get going,” he urged with a small smile, but you could see the strain beneath it.

However, the arrogant soldier didn’t seem to get the message, “What- So now you’re a coward too? Not human or man enough to protect the honor of your bed warmer? Though I’m sure with the right coin and a well-placed hand they’d be happy to-“ The man started, his hand grabbing for your wrist as you tried to continue forth. But the moment his skin graced yours, your witcher's sword was already drawn. 

Cold steel pressed against the young man’s neck, a single line of blood trailing down from the blade’s fine edge. When you finally looked back Eskel’s eyes were no longer the honeyed amber you looked on so fondly- but instead shone like a brisk citrine. Anger-or perhaps possessiveness- simmered beneath his gaze, though his control never faltered. His steel sword stayed steady as the soldier quickly released his grasp, his hands raising with an anxious tremor and he tried to back away. 

“He-hey now, hold on- can’t you take a joke?” He laughed nervously, his voice now feigning a lightness it did not have before. Stumbling backward, away from the blade and the wordless boring eyes of the Witcher before him, he continued, “Hey, wait- stop. Hold on-!” His words spilled out as he fell backward, his hands still raised in a futile effort to fend off his opponent, but the cold steel was never far behind. 

“I give! You won, alright?” He shouted in surrender, but Eskel only shook his head. 

“Do not plead to me-“ he started, looking to you now as he offered you his steel sword, a gentle and assuring nod as he handed it to you, “you’ll plead to them….”

For a moment you looked as confused as the man beneath your sword, your brows drawn down and together as you tried to grasp what he meant. 

Then it hit you. 

‘May you only know mercy when the suppliant lips of the executioner admit to you their devastating defeat.’

What is a soldier if not an executioner? 

Whether of will, of order, or of people- a soldier from an encroaching empire should fit your curses needs perfectly. 

Realization dawned on your face for but a moment before hardening once more. Your usually gentle eyes were now hardened by desperation as you took the sword in both your hands. Its weight was far more than you had imagined, but you held it as steadfast as you had the strength for. 

“You heard him…” you said, trying to sound as firm as the witcher beside you, “I am the one holding the sword now, and I am the one you should be surrendering to….” 

Confusion stained the young man’s face, his nervous gaze glancing between you and your cat-eyed companion as he searched your expressions, “I… I give..? You won...?” He tried his words again, obviously unsure. 

But nothing happened, and the sword was beginning to grow tiresome. You were so so close. You needed this, maybe he just needed to say it again?

��Again.” You ordered. 

“But, I-“ 

“Again” you bristled, your grip on the sword shifting as you held it straight over him now, the lethal tip dangling just inches above his exposed throat. 

“I give! I surrender! I’ve already said it, what more do you want?!” He shouted, his words far less questioning now, but why didn’t it work? 

Why didn’t you feel different..?

“Why…” you started, your breath coming just a bit heavier, “Why isn’t it working…?” You asked, your voice soft with confusion. “Why is it not…” Your arms were beginning to shake as you strained to hold up the weight of the sword, “why aren’t I fixed...?” 

You weren’t sure when the tears had started, you had only realized they came when they began to fall onto the man below. 

Gods, you were so tired, why were you so tired..? Why did your hands ache as though you had built this town yourself…? Why did your head grow heavy as if it was filled with stone…?

But Eskel saw what you couldn’t. He saw the familiar veins of black creeping out from beneath your shirt. Their sickly cursed hands stretching and reaching up your throat and down your arms. But they were moving far too fast now and growing at least a month's worth in mere seconds. “Y/n, wait…”

“Why isn’t it working…?” You simply asked again, lost in your own deafening spiral as you raised the sword with the last of your strength, “I need this to work…” You choked out as your arms finally gave way. 

“No..!” You heard someone yell, unclear of who, as the sword fell heavily down, sheathing itself firmly. Your eyes strained to stay open as strength seemed to leave your body en mass and it was not long before you found your eyes closed, your breath the only thing in your ears. 

Until a hand fell on your shoulder, warm and solid, as someone seemed to be calling your name.

Y/n? Y/n….” Came the low rumbling voice.  Its calmness called out to you as it spoke as if beckoning you back home. It was an invitation you could not deny.

You finally blinked open your eyes, what must’ve been seconds felt like minutes, and below you, you spotted him. The novice soldier, frozen in fear beneath you, as mere inches away the sword stood sheathed in the earth beside his neck.

Eskel watched, knelt before you with one roughened hand on your shoulder while the other- lay cradled close to his chest, a smear of blood flowing from the deep slice down his palm. 

The soldier, upon realizing that he was indeed still living scrambled toward his barracks, leaving the two of you in the lingering dust, and him with a lesson he’d never forget.

“I hurt you…” you stated between heavy breaths, your eyes flicking up to his. “You pushed the blade out of the way…” 

Eskel nodded, his expression twisted into something like shame as he tried to smile and turn his hand away, “I’m sorry… it should have worked,” he started, his voice soft and gentle as he spoke, “but I can’t let you go down a path you don’t need to take… to let you draw blood you don’t need to spill” his hand moved from your shoulder- and for a moment your body grieved its loss. Though just as soon as it left, his palm found its way back to you, cradling your cheek with a love and tenderness you hadn’t felt before. 

Your head grew heavy again as you leaned easily into his touch, that spark of warmth again soothing the ache of your tired muscles for a few brief seconds. 

“Eskel…” you breathed, your eyes fluttering closed again. You were so tired….

“I know, It’s okay…” he assured, his thumb caressing your cheek with tender care, “I’ve got you, Just rest now. We’ll figure it out tomorrow…” his words assuaged as he scooped you up effortlessly. He couldn’t help the way his lips brushed against your head as you settled against him, the action feeling only right as you tucked your face in his neck.

“I’ll take care of it, I promise. I’ll find a way to fix it...”

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Cuddle pile

It's cold. It's so fucking cold that Ciri thinks she may honestly ask the gods to take her to the next world, because nothing can be as cold as this. She's got two pairs of leggings on, two pairs of socks, one of Geralt's tunics, her pair of gloves that Eskel had found for her, and she's buried underneath several blankets. Yet, she's so cold. She's so fucking cold.

The door opens, she can hear the squeak of the hinges. Footsteps come towards her, she can tell by the gait that it's Geralt, he's trying to be quiet, but he knows she's awake.

"Ciri?" she peaks out of her cocoon of blankets, one eye blinking up at him. His lip twitches, and he reaches towards her. "Cone here, it's too cold for you to be here alone. Especially with the fire refusing to catch."

She realises that the fireplace and the torches are dead. How many times has somebody came in and tried to warm her, only for the wind to blow it out?

Her thoughts distract her enough that Geralts breath upon her cheeks startle her, but she doesn't jump when his arks finally pick her up, blanket cocoon and all.

She makes a questioning noise, but never says no to Geralt giving her a hug. She's carried like a baby out of her room, out of the wing, down two flights of stairs, down another corridor, a third set of stairs, before they end up at the kitchens.

She makes a confused noise. It can't be breakfast time yet, the keep is pitch black to her puny human eyes.

"Why're we here?" she asks, rubbing her tired eyes.

"It's too cold, even for us. Gotta rest." Geralt says. Ciri blinks at him.

All in all, the witchers are good when it comes to her sleeping. When her nights are plagued with the horrors of her past and future, and she wakes up screaming with wet cheeks, the witchers let her sleep in whenever her rest finally turns peaceful and dark. They allow her afternoon naps after training and chores are done, and send her to bed when she stumbles into the dining hall with dark circles under her eyes. Early nights and late starts aren't punished, and as long as training and chores are completed at some point in the day, the witchers don't particularly care when it happens. Hell, shes been wrapped up like a baby by Lambert of all people when they had determined she needed a sleep.

Which is why it shouldn't be surprising when he turns the last corner and finds five Witchers laying a couple feet away from the cracking fireplace underneath the stew pot. They've got blankets and pillows and furs, and look rather comfortable. Laying all over each other, looking rather like a puppy pile. Even Aiden joins in with the snuggling.

"Pups." Vesemir rumbles when he sees them both. Geralt puts her on the floor, kneeling down next to her.

"Come here, girl, get comfortable. Gonna be making camp here for a couple'a days." Coën clarifies when he sees her confused face. Ciri blinks, but nods. These things make sense, and she's seen all the men here hug, but admittedly, this is the first cuddle pile she's been privy to.

She turns upon her side, feeling Geralt curl behind her, trapping her in with his arms, wrapping her in another blanket. She hums, wrapping her hand over his, before Eskel pulls them both close, and she smiles, closing her eyes, feeling the warmth seep into her.

And tonight, she will sleep sweetly indeed.

[blooms-in-april]

Writing a Witcher Modern Au and struggling on what Witcher equivalent jobs these motherfuckers would have. Looking for advice!

As of now, it has been mentioned Lambert was briefly a trucker (for ease of movement) but now I don't know WTF he's going to be employed as. He could go back to school for chemistry? Maybe become a bomb squad specialist? Auto body worker? Dunno.

Eskel has a modded out truck called Scorpion so maybe he also works in auto stuff. But he also has goats and loves animals. So vet? Game warden? Livestock vet? I dunno.

Geralt had a job that allowed/required him to travel as well and Jaskier traveled with him to do gigs. (Jaskier is still a musician). Geralt has also killed bad people/monsters as a "favor" in this modern AU. So bounty hunter? Hired muscle/bodyguard? Was he part of a "White Wolf" gang? He also has a horse (Roach) whom he loves so maybe also traveling game warden/livestock vet?

I'm currently envisioning the Renfri incident as him being hired as a bouncer for a club called Blaviken and Renfri and her gang entering to kill Stregobor and shoot the place up, so he kills them and ends up briefly in prison.

Vesemir is ex-army and owns Kaer Morhen (a deteriorating old mountain chalet) and fostered/adopted the three brothers. Other than that, nothing.

Aiden- no idea what his job was other than it required/allowed him to travel in such a way he was able to interact regularly with a traveling trucker Lambert.

Yennefer is a doctor of some kind, probably a neurosurgeon/ psychiatrist. Triss is probably a child psychiatrist/pediatrician. Guxart- no idea except he was in the army with Vesemir.

Please help me out any way I can! I'd really appreciate any insight. Only note is I don't want any of the witchers to be wealthy/super well paid. The fic in question for this is Herodias, it's on Ao3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57342463

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Jaskier has taken to saying “Geralt’s bloody tits”.

It was a joke at first, but it’s become an actual habitual phrase for him. Geralt’s also become desensitized to it (when you hear “Geralt’s bloody tits, it’s cold out!” 50 times in an hour, you get numb to the phrase).

And then Jaskier says it unthinkingly in front of Geralt’s brothers.

Eskel's horrified but Lambert so takes to using it, you just know he does

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