#eskel x lambert

[greenapplespider]

Lambert and Eskel all colored, since everyone liked the sketch

[thesleepy1]

Do I write Eskel as a wet little wimp of a dog? Yes. Yes I do. Do I write all characters that way? Why, yes. Yes I do.

[inkformyblood]

some monster hunter you are (The Witcher, Eskel x Lambert x Geralt; Geralt x Jaskier)

Eskel, Lambert, and Geralt go to a bar after a hunt and they meet Jaskier. [Modern AU, Modern Witchers, AroAce Eskel, Established Relationship] Eskel checks the soles of his boots, dragging the edge of his nail along something that could’ve been mud or blood or any combination of the two, and swings his legs up onto the table. Lambert, without looking, still barely even breathing since they first slumped into the narrow booth, swipes at the tailing end of his lace, twisting the narrow cord around his fingers. It’s as effective as a leash and Eskel huffs back a snort that still tastes like ichor no matter how many drinks they have worked their way through. He draws his boot back, tipping his foot to avoid the bottle balanced on top of the pile of empty cans and a handful of discarded glasses, and shoves his foot onto Lambert’s lap instead. The other man is solid, barely shifting with a grunt at the impact. 

He begins to untie Eskel’s lace, drawing the cord tight before redoing it. “What?”

The air itself is sticky to say nothing of the floor beneath their booth, a cloying sweet scent that invades every pore and would keep them humming at an uneven keel for the next few days until the rest of the potions bleed out of their systems. Eskel braces himself against the low slouch of the booth seating, decades of barely-wiped down grime clinging to his palms. He’ll scrub them raw in the bathroom later, trying to scour down to his clean bones without too much damage. He doesn’t need much height to peer over the teeming crowd, they’re already built tall and broad and that natural inclination had only been enhanced over the years, and he could see Geralt in the pitch black after his eyes had been plucked out. Eskel isn’t attracted to people, not in that way, not really, but he knows that Geralt is beautiful the same way he knows the sunset is compelling and sometimes all he needs is to sleep for a day and fuck someone until the knot in his belly is gone. It isn’t a relationship, not in the conventional sense, they’re far too close for that simple word to apply. They just are . 

“Someone’s chatting to Geralt.”

Lambert snorts, tugging the knot on Eskel’s laces tight. His movements are mechanical, the same actions a thousand times over executed the same way every single time, and he finishes with a tap to the middle of Eskel’s calf. “And? People do talk to Geralt for some reason.”

It is his silver hair, Eskel thinks. Somehow natural through the same potions that lengthened their teeth and burned their irises gold from the inside out and Geralt walks away with silver hair that draws every desperate soul in a two thousand yard radius to fling themselves at his feet. Sometimes literally. The man at the bar seems much the same as any other drowning idiot who looks at Geralt and sees a human life preserver instead of the rocks the lighthouse warns them away from. He’s different in that he looks like he could take a punch, possibly already has from the broken capillaries just starting to darken over the curve of his cheek that gleam in the low light, and he leans towards Geralt to try and immolate himself on the Witcher’s presence. His hair is dark, brushed back away from his face by some kind of product that smells nice. Like apples. Eskel breathes in deeply, filters out the tang of sweat and fear and far too much alcohol and bad decisions, and finds this man beneath it all. There’s plenty of mistakes lined up along his shoulders, a healing cut on his hand and another on his lip, but he’s interested, sharp and hot and focused on Geralt. 

“This one is different,” Eskel murmurs, digging his heel into the meat of Lambert’s thigh. It’s a silent request, barely needing to be preceded by an action but they’re close, not quite family, not quite lovers, and what would he be if he didn’t take the opportunity to irritate Lambert? Lambert scoffs at him, swiping at the carefully balanced bottle and tips the remnants into his mouth from an arm-span away. The liquid is, somehow, pink. Lambert pushes himself onto one foot, the muscle in his thigh tensing as he does so. His hand falls, bottle still clutched between two fingers, to keep Eskel’s boot wedged in the seam of his thigh.

“That little thing?”

“Not little is he?”

“Solid.” Lambert kisses the back of his teeth, the beginning vibrating along Eskel’s jaw before it lowers into a normal register of sound. Geralt glances over at them. “Fuck, is he blushing?”

Fuck. Shit. Is he? Eskel pushes himself upright once more. Geralt’s gaze meets his, pointed like the pretty slip of a dagger Geralt carries in his boot, a matched set for the one that Eskel carries at his thigh and Lambert has tied around his neck like an oversized pendant. His eyes are still dark with the remnants of the potion, but the main colour is robbed by the expanse of his pupils, blown wide with interest. The colour on his cheeks wouldn’t be noticeable by anyone human, it is too subtle for that, but to Eskel’s eyes, the pink hue bleeds over Geralt’s cheeks, stretching from his hairline to jaw and dripping over his shoulders. He’d bet his pay from this job that the pink extends further, stopping somewhere over the planes of Geralt’s chest.

This night just got fun . 

“Isn’t he off the posters?”

Eskel slants his gaze back at Lambert, tracking Geralt’s reluctant twist back to the man out of the corner of his eye. No. Not reluctant. Protective. His hackles are already up in defence of this man, this stranger, and the barrage of teasing Eskel and Lambert will unleash over him the moment he slinks back to their booth, company pulled along in his undertow or not. Lambert tips his head towards the far wall, his grin tight and starving. Eskel follows his indication, blinking once, twice, to clear the flickering spots from his vision as his eyes focus on the twisting dust motes before he can adjust and make out the posters. It is the same man although somehow more muted in print and ink than he is in person, a certain sparkling essence about him that doesn’t translate to a still image. “The amazing and astounding Jaskier on his debut tour,” Eskel reads, carefully sounding out the blocky print. 

“Amazing and astounding seems like a stretch.”

“You called a milkshake amazing the other day.”

Lambert closes his eyes, the tip of his tongue poking out as he grins in bliss. There is something strangely canine about his expression, a dog lounging in the sun, it’s tongue hanging free from jaws stuffed with too many teeth, and Eskel bites back a laugh. He shoves his boot into the line of Lambert’s hip instead and the other man shifts with a groan, his eyes snapping open and away to the bar.

“That man is touching Geralt.”

No. No, he couldn’t be so ignorant of every instinct flattened into his brain and braided into muscle and bone. Humans were taught to ignore the itch of discomfort at the back of their thoughts, the sinking hollow in their stomach that something wasn’t right whenever they encountered something like the monsters the Witchers had been made to kill, but they listened when those same instincts screamed about the Witchers themselves. They were necessary, but not wanted. Something for humans to flirt with the concept of and retreat at the first opportunity, entranced and repulsed in equal measures. 

Eskel pushes himself up again. Lambert is right. The man, Jaskier if the posters are to be believed, has curled himself into the barely-there space in front of Geralt, one hand playing with the delicate cocktail umbrella from his other drink and the other laid on Geralt’s forearm. Eskel blinks. Jaskier’s hand hasn’t moved. 

“He is.”

“He isn’t pulling away.”

“No, he isn’t.”

“Neither is Geralt.”

“No.”

Eskel settles back into the booth, shoving his knuckle into his mouth and setting his teeth against the shattered topography of his knuckle. He breathes out through his nose in a slow hiss that doesn’t settle the snarl building in his chest, a brief burst of steam to keep a pressure gauge from tipping into the red. “Well, think we should go and introduce ourselves?”

“Yeah.” Lambert tips his head back, cracking his neck and Eskel winces, grinding his boot hell against Lambert’s thigh again, just because. “Let’s go say hello.”

[incorrect-quotes-at-random]

Lambert: I owe you one.

Eskel: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

[eomereadig]

Snippet: Untitled

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Eskel/Lambert

Rating: G

Tags: fluff, cutagens

Full fic now avaliable here

Eskel thoughtfully smiled to himself as he continued on with his sowing. It should have been a chore for him but he’d always liked taking care of his family, especially Lambert since he was the youngest. 

Said Lambert was asleep at his side, the two of them atop Eskel’s large double bed. While Eskel sat up against the headboard as he worked, Lambert sprawled across it, laying on his stomach and drooling into one of Eskel’s pillows, dead to the world. In all likelihood, he wouldn’t wake for another few days now he was safe in the keep and not on the path. All witcher’s bodies needed a while to reset themselves after a year on the road, the constant tension and danger meaning they could never truly relax. Those first few days at Kaer Morhen, all the wolves slept without fail, even Vesemir although Eskel had no idea when and how he did so. 

Eskel himself liked to arrive at the keep a little early so that he could sleep off the exhaustion of the path before his brothers arrived - that way he could be around to see to both Geralt and Lambert’s needs if they wanted him. He didn’t have to do so but he wanted to. This winter though, Geralt was wintering with his bard, leaving only Lambert as the object of his doting. 

His youngest brother had arrived at Kaer Morhen in a bad way, looking more haggard than even Geralt had after the incident in Blaviken. He’d been half-starved, without a horse and with most of his clothing either ripped or so threadbare that Eskel had thrown it out. Once Lambert had passed out and Eskel had taken a quick moment to shave him so he’d feel a little more comfortable when he woke, the elder of the two had taken it upon himself to fix Lambert’s clothing. 

Most couldn’t be saved and Eskel had had to throw them into the fire which burned in the corner of the room. The few that remained; however, he’d taken to sowing and patching back up to the best of his ability. Eskel mended the other’s shirts with scraps of his own clothing, always having several pieces spare and laying around the keep if he ever needed them. 

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[anonymousblueberry]

Occasionally I do actually finish fics!

Mostly pwps because there's no brain for plot!

Eskel/Lambert

Large sex toys and fisting

Bit of praise kink

Very very rated E

2k words

Make Making it Your Intention

[justhereforeskel]

Repostober - Day 18 💜

My gift for @jaskiersvalley for the @continentcakeshop Holiday Gift Event 💜🐺

Full version is up on PF (link in bio!)

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 148

All in all, it’s not the worst kidnapping Jaskier has been through. He’s blindfolded, but they’ve not gagged him! Score! His head’s still a little muggy, however, so he hasn’t been able to make his mouth really say anything… not yet.

he’s tied to… a tree? A pole? Maybe a beam or column? He can’t tell if he’s outside or inside yet, on account of the whole blindfold and muggy head thing he explained earlier. "H- Hello?" He finally manages to call out. "Welcome to the waking world, My Lord~" A voice mocks. Jaskier has a bad feeling about the voice, even aside from the fact the voice is most definitely his kidnapper, it also just has very bad vibes overall.. It reminds Jaskier of an ooze. Or... Or sewage. Something.... Slimey. Icky. Blegcky... The fog in his brain starts to clear a little bit more.. Lord.. He called him lord. Jaskier is no lord. Julian was a lord. Jaskier is not Julian, not any more. That rings many alarm bells in Jaskier's head. They're expecting a man that Jaskier considers dead to the world. "Looks like he's panicking, Boss." Oh shit. There were multiple. "Aww, that's cute." Another one mocks. "Don't worry, lordling, as soon as your parents pay the ransom, you'll be free." Yet another one says. Uh oh. This is quite frankly too many voices for Jaskier to focus on right now. He has a LOT of other things to focus on right now! Like the fact they think his parents are going to be paying a ransom? As if! Oh Melitele, he's going to die here! ...Unless... "W- What address are you sending it to?" "The Pankratz estate, obviously." "They won't be there to get your message, good sirs! They're actually in their holiday home in the blue mountains! I- In Kaedwen!" Jaskier prays this works.

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

Kaer Moron Breakfast Cereal:

Vesemir’s favorite cereal is Raisin Bran. You know why.

Eskel’s doesn’t have a favorite cereal but will have a bowl of whatever is available to achieve a balanced breakfast.

Geralt’s favorite cereal is Shredded Wheat because it looks like hay bales and he likes pretending he’s a horse.

Lambert’s favorite cereal is Reese’s Puffs because they look like bombs and he loves peanut butter.

Aiden’s favorite cereal is Life because he likes to fill the box with lemons when he’s done with it and leave it to prank Eskel.

Ciri’s favorite cereal is Lucky Charms because she likes marshmallows.

Yen makes ice coffee and claims it counts because the ice is the cereal, and it has milk and sugar like cereal. Jaskier will make it for her in a bowl any chance he can get to subtly call her out on it. She just picks up the bowl and carries on like it’s normal.

Jaskier’s favorite cereal is Frosted Flakes because Tony the Tiger is hot.

@0dde11eth @everything-but-the-not-natural

[thedemonofcat]

I think part of the reason Vesemir is so insistent on training/chores is because witchers have a lot of energy they need to burn. And gods forbid you have three pent-up, bored, semi-feral superhumans in your home.

Crashes and moans echoed through Kaer Morhen, emanating from Geralt and Jaskier's room.

"Are they still at it?" Lambert asked as he strolled into the great hall, where Eskel was enjoying a bowl of stew.

"Yup," Eskel confirmed between bites.

"How long has it been?" Lambert pressed.

Eskel paused, calculating. "Well, they got here two days ago. Geralt's only come out for food a couple of times, so... about thirty hours, give or take."

"Damn, you'd think they'd need to come up for air," Lambert mused.

"Maybe they're just trying to avoid Vesemir's chores," Eskel suggested.

Another loud moan punctuated the air. Lambert winced. "It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so loud."

[greenapplespider]

Probably should have gone to bed but I reeeeeeeaaaaally couldn’t help myself 😭

[whywouldisayprinter]

Three wolves, a cat, a griffin and a bard walk into a hotspring…

[scrambleddragonegg]

okay so i have been reading a lot of witcher! jaskier fics and also all of the other ones where jaskier is long lived and geralt doesn’t know (this is also operating on the knowledge from s1 and s2 of the netflix series) and i read one ages ago about jaskier knowing vesemir from when he was younger so i bring you dragon! jaskier and emotionally hurt vesemir 🥰

vesemir: *not moving as he sees a familiar face*

jaskier: OLD FRIEND!!!

geralt: *watching in horror as jaskier tackles vesemir and the old wolf just lets it happen*

vesemir: you were gone you bastard

jaskier: i thought YOU were dead! how was i supposed to know geralt’s fighting wasn’t just standard wolf training? eskel and lambert do the same thing!

eskel: he trained us all but back up for a second, how do you know vesemir?

jaskier: i used to travel with him! back when dragons were more common anyway

vesemir: dear melitele julian, let me breathe for a moment?

jaskier: *hanging on even tighter* no 🥰🥰🥰

lambert: what the fuck?

jaskier: have you been lonely the whole time? you know guxart is probably still around if aiden’s still alive, right?

aiden: you know old guxart too?

jaskier: KNOW him??? i know too much about that old cat! vesemir, remember that time-

vesemir: *tries to smother jaskier*

geralt: *grabs jaskier* hey that’s MY bard

vesemir: *snatching jaskier back* and that’s MY dragon

jaskier: so you do still like to cuddle!!!!!

basically after the sacking jaskier thought vesemir was dead so he never came back to kaer morhen and vesemir thought jaskier was dead because he hadn’t seen or heard from another dragon in a few centuries

also just a random thought that originally witchers weren’t supposed to travel alone, whether that be another immortal creature or their fellow witchers, but jaskier found his way into kaer morhen and latched onto vesemir right away and then everything else happened

also at that point the other wolves should know jaskier but in dragon form but that’s a plot hole i don’t want to touch rn i just like the idea of jaskier being older than the others and still this bubbly excitable bard

[cliji]

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Okay so after the mountain breakup Geralt wants to apologize but he’s not sure how too. When he goes home for the winters he’s much more grumpy then usual and his brother and vesmir can smell his angsting. It take them nearly all winter to figure out why Geralt is so sad, but when they do they try and help.

All three of them try to figure out a way to have Geralt apologize. But they are Witchers and treat this in the same way they treat a monster hunt. They also don’t understand humans, and Geralt isn’t really that helpful as Jaskier is so different from humans.

When they finally come up with a decent plan, that has backups of course — “what if he escapes out a window instead of listening to Geralt?”

“Humans don’t jump out of widows lambert, they wouldn’t survive”

“Hmm no Jask jumped out of a three story widow when he heard that Valdo Marx was in the same building.”

“Fuck, we got to block out all the exits”

— Geralt sets out to apologize, and unbeknownst to him Lambert and Eskel follow him. They decide that since Geralt bard is well a bard, Geralt obviously needs to serenade him as he apologizes. (Ye old boombox)

So they buy cheap instruments and lay in wait. When Geralt finally starts to apologize it comes off awkward they jump in and start play horribly. They are both sing two different songs while they play hit cross buns. — “I fucked up and now I’m an angsty bastard without you, please fuck me again.”

“Lambert shut the fuck up, the lyric we agreed too was I’m deathly in love with you and being without you leaves me heart broken and berate” — It’s not really a surprise though lambert only followed to make fun of Geralt, while Eskel is a true romantic at heart.

They end up getting into a fist fight, in front of one mortified Geralt and dying laughing Jaskier. but while they are distracted with fighting each other Geralt pulls Jaskier aside and properly apologizes. It’s a sweet moment and they are both slightly crying — “I know that you may never forgive me, but I wish for you to travel with me again, to be better for you, to you.

“Geralt I forgave you two days after the mountain, I missed you too.” — Coen appears out of nowhere with a flower bouquet and gives it Jaskier and claims it’s from Geralt. He also kisses Jaskier hand before stepping away. Geralt nearly decks him. Jaskier makes a joke about swooning over Coen, so Geralt in a fit of confidence kisses him.

Next winter when Geralt brings Jaskier to the keep, they roast his ass. There isn’t a day that goes by without lambert or Eskel bringing up how angsty Geralt was last winter. Jokes on them they don’t have someone like Jaskier to wake up too.

[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!