#eskel x y/n

[cosmos-coma]

Cuddling Eskel HCs

While Eskel is the kindest and most polite Witcher, I think he’s also the loneliest. Unfortunately his scars don’t exactly bring in the admirers like his white haired brother’s does and his mild nature doesn’t really put him out there much.

That’s not to say he’d let it get the best of him though. Early on, before you guys have a true and defined relationship, he’d steal a couple touches. A grazing of his fingers as he reaches for something, an “accidental” knocking of each others knees under tavern tables, or a quick brushing away of dirt from your cheek.

The best though were sharing a saddle during long rides. Where- depending on how much sleep you got- you’d either ride behind him, your arms wrapped around his chest and staying there. Or, if you had been tossing and turning the whole night before he’d have you sit in front of him. This way he can have his arms most of the way around you, keeping you from falling off the side. If he was lucky you’d fall asleep to Scorpion’s rhythmic movements and lean back against his soft chest as you snoozed.

However when you got closer he became a little more confidence in reaching out for you, though he still likes the little surge of confidence and love he feels when he sees you reach out for him first.

But once your place in each other’s lives is more established he’s much more apt to slip his hand into yours as your walking or hold open the blanket in an invitation for you to join him under the covers.

In winter it’s 10 times worse. Eskel handles the cold perfectly fine, he’s learned how in his years growing up at the keep. But he also knows it’s the perfect excuse to pull you in closer to him, to spend those 10 extra minutes in bed just holding you that much closer.

Speaking of- the classic question: Big spoon or little spoon? Eskel is s big spoon man, his whole purpose in life his to protect and with you it’s only amplified, especially if you two are out on the path.

However, Eskel has discovered a great fondness for laying his head on your chest/stomach. Specifically when he can lay between your legs, his chest and head laying peacefully on top of you. Soft hums emanate from the mountain of a Witcher as your hands run through his hair, fingers massaging his scalp idly and picking out twigs and leaves. He loves listening to your heart beat in this position, Loves knowing that you’re here, you’re his, as if you’re a dream he’s still not sure if he’ll wake up from.

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Ribs

summary: You're not from the world where the Witcher takes place. So, to stay alive, you stay glued to your witcher - Eskel. Catching feelings for him was bound to happen anyway. Right?

Maybe a tiny, life-threatening encounter with a leshy is just the little push the both of you need.

notes: The title is inspired by the song ‘Ribs’ by Lorde, specifically the lyrics ‘And we’ll never go home again.’ Maybe a little more angsty than you expected, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!! I tried to combine both asks into one

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Eskel had been in the middle of a forest when, almost instantaneously, a figure appeared in front of him. Expecting a sorcerer, Eskel felt his hand grip onto his sword. Just in case.

Instead, he was met with a person that looked so utterly lost and afraid that Eskel knew this was something completely out of the ordinary, and no attack. The next thing he noted is that, when looking at his eyes, this person in front of him was utterly confused.

Without a single word being spoken, Eskel knew that you neither knew where you were, or what a Witcher was. Geralt or Vesemir would have asked for an explanation, but Eskel, stupidly emotional as he was (no matter what people thought about emotions and Witchers) felt something tug at his heart.

He could have left you in the forest, to be devoured by wolves or monsters. He could have left you in the next town, to be ripped apart by the people there. He should have, probably. Instead, Eskel took you with him, on the path.

Perhaps, his reasons weren’t entirely selfless. As he got to know you, Eskel became used to your company, your lack of prejudice. Your warmth, so freely given.

The more he taught you about his world, the more you told him about yours, and Eskel knew that. It made him feel better about keeping you with him, but he knew that, regardless, he should not be falling for you.

***

You held onto Eskel as his horse, Scorpion, began the climb towards Kaer Morhen. The fight against the Leshy had been equally terrifying for you and exhausting for him, and you tried to hold him from slumping forwards too much.

“Are you okay?” you asked him quietly. He nodded. “I am, you’re not. Your heart is beating too quickly.” He replied.

“I hate when you do that.” You shuddered. “Makes me feel like you can read my mind.”

Like you can tell my heart beats faster when you look at me.

“I can only hear your heart, and I’m afraid I cannot change anything about that.” Eskel said. “Why are you afraid?”

You sighed. “Just nervous. I’m practically meeting your family and I don’t even know… should I bow? Or curtsy? I don’t even know how to do that.”

Eskel laughed, shaking his head. He turned to look back at you, and you prayed your heart did not beat faster.

“They will like you.” He assured, before clicking his tongue. Scorpion sped up into a trot, and in the distance, you could see the outlines of what had to be Kaer Morhen. Unlike the few other castles you had seen, this one looked a little bit more like the ones back home.

It was almost in ruins.

As Scorpion walked into the courtyard, Eskel slipped off the horse, before helping you. Your feet hadn’t touched the ground since the Leshy. Eskel hadn’t wanted to stop, had insisted on riding to Kaer Morhen, where you would be safe, and you could feel the consequences of that in your legs now.

“Sore?” Eskel asked, and you nodded. He sighed, taking the bag you had slung over your shoulder to sling over his own. He tried to hide the wince, and failed miserably. If you’d asked him to take the bag, he would have refused, and one look at it was enough to confirm your thoughts. Eskel shook his head.

After he had put Scorpion away, he turned to you. A reassuring squeeze of hands from him had the opposite effect for you. His thumb stroked over the small scar on your left hand, one that you had gotten from hurting yourself early into your time on the Continent. Eskel had fixed it up.

You remembered how he had looked up at you, taken his time to soothe such a small injury while his entire thigh had been bandaged with soaked linen at the same time, crimson red. You thought that that was the moment you fell in love.

Eskel cleared his throat, already a few steps away from you, and you jogged to catch up, nervously laughing. As he opened the doors to Kaer Morhen you took a deep breath, rolled back your shoulders, and exhaled.

At the sight of his brothers, Eskel seemed to relax, laughing happily. The others cheered, and a man with white hair, presumably Geralt, got up to hug him. You stayed where you were, a few paces behind Eskel, wringing your hands as you waited for them to notice you.

Your eyes went over the men there. You thought you recognized Lambert, Coen and Vesemir, but the girl sitting at one of the tables made you pause. She couldn’t be older than 16. What was she doing here?

A wolf whistle ripped you from your thoughts, and you wanted to disappear.

“Eskel!” one of the witchers exclaimed teasingly. “Who is this?”

“A friend.” Eskel said. Oh how that stung. “Vesemir, we must speak.”

“Meeting the in-laws already.” Lambert shouted, and a ripple of laughs went through the men present. You made to follow Eskel, but he stopped you.

“You should stay while I speak with him. He may not be open to… what you are.”

Ouch.

You nodded, watching as Eskel, your only anker in this place, slipped away. Now, all eyes were on you, standing in the entrance, so obviously out of place. Even the girl that sat at one of the long tables stared.

Your skin prickled under their stares, and you gave a nervous smile that made you feel like an idiot. “Hello.” You said, your voice coming out rough, the tone weird, second half of it garbled. Good god, why did this always happen to you?

A few greetings were murmured back to you, and to your relief, many of the Witchers in front of you soon turned back to their conversations. You needed to do something. You couldn’t just stand there and look stupid.

Talk to a Witcher or a teenage girl? Witcher or teenage girl. Neither seemed like the lesser evil, both were incredibly fucking scary. But, the teenage girl seemed just as awkwardly alone as you, so you slipped over to her, sitting down on the bench.

“You look shaken.” She said after a few moments.

You laughed dryly, half out of relief, half out of the fact that you were incredibly shaken. The monsters here were terrifying, and that Leshy? You could still see the moment it had snaked a branch around your ankle, pulling you towards it, playing in your mind.

“All credit goes to the Leshy.” You replied. At that, a hush fell over the hall. Had you said something wrong? Witchers and their goddamn hearing.

The one with the white hair, or, probably, Geralt, turned towards you abruptly. “A Leshy?” he asked.

You nodded slowly. “That’s what Eskel said.”

The teenage girl next to you was no help, only shrugging when you looked at her. Geralt did not respond to you, even if his question had been urgent, leaving you dangling on a precipice of anxiety again.

You told them your name to fill the silence, trying to sound casually, pushing in a quick ‘by the way’ at the end. Finally, someone picked up on something you were saying.

“I’m Ciri.” The girl said. “Geralt’s child surprise.”

“That’s how children usually work.” You snorted, which caused some laughter from the people present, and a brooding stare from Geralt. Did he have some kind of stick up his ass?

“We’re not related.” He said, his voice clipped. He stared at you, and you felt like Geralt could see right through you, sniff you out like a dog.

“Then what’s a child surprise?” you asked. Immediately, you wanted to take your question back. You should have reserved that for Eskel, who knew. He would have understood. Instead, you were barked at by the man named Lambert.

“Have you been living under a rock for the past thousand years?” he asked, and you felt yourself crumble on the inside. However, no explanation followed his question, and all you could do was guess.

What the fuck was a child surprise? Did Witchers adopt? Did people sometimes have to pick up kids along the way? Was it a family heirloom type of thing?

You grabbed for the pitcher with ale, grateful when Ciri handed you an empty cup. Still, when you took a sip, you felt your lips purse. No matter how much ale you drank, you’d never get over the taste of it.

As time ticked on, and Eskel still did not return, you could feel worry imbue itself in your gut. Your knee began to bounce, nails digging into the palms of her hands. Most of the Witchers were gone. Geralt had taken Ciri with him, and the ones named Lambert and Coen were sitting in another corner, playing some kind of game and drinking. You felt a shiver go down your spine, and suddenly, you felt utterly alone.

The dress you were wearing had been bought by Eskel, and it was good. It fit well, the color was a beautiful deep blue, and it was comfortable. But it was nothing you’d have worn back home. Quietly, you drew your knees up to your chest.

If you had a clock, you’d have heard it tick, making the passing of time even more obvious.

At the sound of people approaching, you lifted your head from your knees. You’d almost fallen asleep, and the sudden noise had ripped you out of it. There, at the entrance of the hall, stood Eskel, together with Vesemir.

A relieved smile began to spread across your face, before you remembered what Eskel had said. He may not be open to… what you are.

As Vesemir approached you, the feeling in your gut tightened, anxiety making you shiver again. As Vesemir opened his mouth to speak, you saw Eskel behind him, deathly pale, and a feverish coat of sweat covering his forehead.

“You’re not okay.” You said, pushing off the bench and past Vesemir. Scary old Witchers be damned, Eskel wasn’t doing fine.

“Leshy wasn’t uh… a proper Leshy.” Eskel replied. When he took an idle step forward, you slung his uninjured shoulder around yours, ignoring that he was much too heavy for you to actually help.

Vesemir cleared his voice, and you steeled yourself to argue with Eskel’s adoptive father. “I think it better if we continued this on the morrow.” He said, handing you Eskel’s pack. With some effort, you managed to pick it up, pointedly ignoring Eskel’s grunt of protest.

“Anything else?” you asked Vesemir carefully.

“Make sure he gets his rest, stubborn as he is.” He replied. “Wake the entire keep if something’s wrong.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to swallow your fear.

Even in his delirium, Eskel helped you, directing you towards a small room. With the few skills you’d picked up from him, you managed to stoke the flames in the fireplace, lighting the candle next to the small cot with it. Searching through the pack, you picked out a blanket, preparing to get comfortable in the chair.

As you heard the bed creak behind you, you whirled around.

“Where am I?” Eskel asked you, looking utterly lost.

You sighed, sitting down on the bed next to him. “Kaer Morhen. You…”

“The Leshy?” Eskel asked. That much was just… gone?

“Dead. Really dead, you made sure. With fire, I think and… lots of stabbing.” You replied, and Eskel gave a weak smile. He made to get up, immediately gritting his teeth against the pain, and you stopped him gently.

“You’re taking the bed tonight, no arguments this time. Vesemir’s orders.” You said firmly.

Eskel’s brows drew together. “You met Vesemir?” he asked.

“Not really.” You shrugged. “We were both too concerned about you to talk about me. But he didn’t try to kill me, so there’s that.”

Eskel gave an exhausted laugh, grunting in pain as the bandages tugged on his wounds. “Your heart is… faster.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Stressful day.” You lied.

He nodded, too tired to insist on sleeping on the floor. For once, you were glad for it, not having to fight over whether or not he would take the bed and you the floor (he never let you, insisting that Witchers didn’t need sleep anyway).

***

Your neck was stiff when you woke up the next morning, and it took some effort to push yourself out of your chair. Eskel had sat up at the end of his bed, looking at you tiredly.

“Morning.” You said, your mouth sticky from sleep. You grabbed the pitcher from the bedside, taking a sip of water.

“You slept on the floor.” Eskel noted. “Never wanted you to.”

“It’s not a big deal. You’re looking better, that’s all that matters.” You shrugged, but Eskel only shook his head, pulling at his shirt. You turned away, giving him some privacy. Instead, you rummaged in your pack, looking for the potion he’d need.

“I wanted you to always be comfortable.” He said. You paused, trying not to overthink his words. The potion in your hand felt uncharacteristically cold. Keeping your eyes peeled to the ground, you set it down next to Eskel.

“I always was comfortable. I only have a stiff neck.” You replied. Eskel moved behind you, his hands already beginning to work the knots out of your muscles. You reached up to stop him.

“Eskel, I appreciate it, I really do, but you need to take care pf yourself.” You said firmly. When you looked at him, he had an expression of rejection on his face. Immediately, you regretted your words.

“I’m sorry, I only meant-“ you began.

Eskel interrupted you. “Yeah, I know. You want me to make sure I’m alright. But…” he trailed off. “I want to take care of you.”

There wasn’t a world where you wouldn’t have mulled over his words, hoping that there was more meaning to them. And so, you took his hands into yours, smiling at him nervously.

“Thank you, Eskel. That means the world to me.”

“Yours or mine?” he joked, and you felt yourself smile at his stupid joke.

“Both.”

Eskel paused at that, and immediately, you felt stupid for blurting it out. His hands held yours a little tighter, and a knot formed in your throat. There was a small part of you that was hoping, not just that you hadn’t said anything wrong, but that he would reply to this what you wanted him to say.

Instead, Eskel dropped your hands, turning back to the bed and making it mechanically. You missed the blush on his face entirely.

In the afternoon, you took care of Scorpion, watching as Ciri trained in the yard by herself, a frustrated expression on her face. After a while, you led Scorpion into the stables, walking back out into the yard, and smiling at Ciri. She gave you a strained smile back, and you noticed the irritated skin on her hand.

“Eskel wraps his sword grips with fabric to make them more comfortable in winter.” You told her, nodding at her reddened hand.

“My grandmother never needed any of that.” Ciri only barked out.

“Well, maybe she didn’t have dry skin.” You replied, and Ciri stuck her sword into the snow a little more aggressively than necessary.

“What are you training for?” you asked, idly twisting on a bracelet Eskel had gifted you once.

“I want to be as good as Geralt.” She replied.

“He’s very good, from what I hear.” You said. “But I think you need to take a rest as well. You’re neither a witcher, nor a man. Not that that’s a bad thing. Enough rest will make you better.”

Ciri sighed, handing you the sword. “Could you help me with the grip?”

You nodded, tucking it under your arm and walking towards the dining hall with Ciri.

“So… you and Eskel?” Ciri asked after a while. You almost tripped, regaining your composure quickly.

“No, we’re only friends.” You replied. “We just spend a lot of time together, like you and Geralt.”

Ciri scrunched up her nose in disgust. “I’d hope not. We don’t look at each other like lovesick idiots.”

You almost scoffed indignantly. “We do not look at each other like lovesick idiots. I also doubt that Eskel is in any capacity in love with me.”

“So you are in love with him?” Ciri asked.

Fucking teenage girls.

You didn’t reply to that, and Ciri’s smile widened. “Don’t even think about saying anything.” You bit out. “I just helped you with dry hands.”

Ciri rolled her eyes. “Can I tell Geralt? He’ll give Eskel a kick. You know, he firmly believes that you’re the one not in love. If he finds this out… he’ll have a field day.”

You buried your face in your hands. “He doesn’t talk much, does he?”

“Apart from the occasional grunt, no.” Ciri replied, not that that was much of a reassurance. You knew she was probably still going to spill your best kept secret to Geralt.

“Only Geralt. No one else.” You assented, and Ciri skipped away, leaving you with her sword. Sighing, you dragged yourself up crumbling stone stairs and into your room. Eskel had gotten it ready for you while you’d been out taking care of Scorpion. It felt strange to have one to yourself again after so long. Still, it turned out you didn’t have to be alone for long.

Only a few minutes later, Eskel knocked on your door, carefully checking in on you. You knew it was silly, but it was the things like this that made your heart flutter each time.

“How’s your shoulder?” you asked, setting down Ciri’s sword.

“Better.” Eskel said. He noticed the sword with a confused smile. “Are you training? You should’ve told me.”

“Oh no, I was just helping Ciri. Her hands are too dry because of the cold, kind of how yours get sometimes.”

“You remembered that?” Eskel asked.

“Yeah of course. Why wouldn’t I?” you replied, smiling at him.

“I’m in love with you.” Eskel said quietly, then. Your heart stopped for a good second. You stared, blankly, trying to comprehend what Eskel had just said. He paled at your silence, already beginning to back out of your room, but you quickly grabbed his hand.

“I- Me too. I am in love with you too, is what I’m trying to say. I didn’t realise that wrapping a sword would be what it takes to hear it but I really, really, really like you. A lot.” You rambled. “I mean, you’re sweet, and caring, and-“

Eskel stepped forward, hands that were made to kill gently cradling your jaw. He hesitated, eyes asking for permission. When your hands steadied themselves on his chest, he closed the bridge between you, his lips softly meeting yours. You sighed into the kiss, deepening it impatiently until your hands tangled in Eskel’s hair.

After a while, you broke the kiss, heart racing in your chest.

Eskel noticed. “Your heart is…”

“It’s fast, I know. Most of the times you pointed it out, it was because of you.” You confessed. His eyes widened.

“Since… Since I fixed up your hand?” Eskel asked with sudden realisation, and you nodded. He gave you a small smile.

“We’re such idiots.” You laughed, and Eskel joined you. The sound of it was so beautiful you could not help kissing him again.

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Eskel X Reader Kinktober: Squirting

The small cracks and pops from the fire mixed with the serene babbles and splashed from the river as Eskel and Y/n set up camp for the night. The two danced around each other fluidly, in the type of manner that only comes from motions practiced over and over with one another. Eskel would set up a fire and count supplies while Y/n unpacked the bed rolls and tent. Eskel would tend to Scorpion while Y/n cleaned weapons and tack. Eskel would fetch water as Y/n started dinner. On and on this dance would move till the pair were tucked away, asleep. 

“Alright” Y/n stood up, riffling through bags and pulling out various pieces of clothing. “I’m going to go do some washing. As she made her way out Eskel couldn’t help but watch her back as she left. A mix of love and lust mixed in his gaze. Y/n had been an unexpected in his life for sure. A young traveling woman, an herbalist by trade, she had quite literally stumbled into his camp and just never left. Her unorthodox lifestyle led her to being not only tolerant of witchers but enthusiastic about them.  Things had turned intimate recently between them.The tension of being around one another constantly had finally snapped. Ending up in a completely ruined night's sleep for every unfortunate soul who was staying in the same inn as them that night. 

Eskel busied himself around camp, before the boredom set in. He didn’t want to eat without Y/n and the two of them had already prepped everything for the night. After impatiently tapping his feet for a minute or so Eskel rose to join Y/n by the river. Many hands make light work after all. And if the hole he felt in his chest everytime y/n wasn’t near him was an indication of any deeper feelings, he was certainly going to ignore them. 

As Eskel got closer his hearing picked up on the slight splashes and ripples in the water caused by Y/n. He could hear her humming a small tune while the dripping of a wrung out shirt hit the moving water of the stream. He finally cleared the brush of the forest, coming out into the clearing of the stream and his mouth went dry. There you were, perched in the center of the stream, shirt wet and now see through clinging to your breasts. It appears you had decided to forgo pants, the shirt just long enough when pulled by the weight of the damp fabric to cover your front. Emphasis on front as the sight of your bare ass peaked out from the bottom, the water of the stream running around it. 

Eskel wasn’t aware you knew he was there as he sat and gawked at you for several moments. You focused your eyes ahead of you, counting your breathing to make sure he wasn’t broken from his trance. Then as a sock drifting away from you, snagging on a rock you got a sinister idea. You turned away from the witcher, standing up and positioning yourself perfectly in his eye line. Then you slowly bent over at the waist, going lower and lower to reach the sock. 

Eskel could feel his pulse quicken and palms sweat as you rose. The water cascading off of you. His heart just about stopped as you turned from him and began to bend. He flexed his hands at his sides. Swallowing loudly. Your pussy slowly unfurled before him. Lips glistening, pulsing as you took your sweet time retrieving you lost item and wringing it out. 

You stood up, still going slowly and measuring your movements. You bit your lip as you heard his ragged breathing behind you. 

“Are you going to come join me or?” You let the question die off as the connection clicked in Eskel’s mind that you did that on purpose. Your question was not answered with words but with the splashing of feet as they crossed over. You felt his presence at your back as he swiftly picked you up and took you to the bank, pressing your back against a tree. You looked up at his disheveled appearance, a smirk on your lips and devilish intent in your eyes. 

“Oh you don’t know what you’re playing with” Eskel growled. Before you could respond his lips were on yours, domineering and powerful. The rough skin, worn between worried teeth, dragged deliciously over yours. A moan escaping your mouth as you felt his hands caress your sides. He seized this opportunity to breach your mouth with his tongue. Licking up into you as he began fiddling with the clasp of his belt. Just as you were about to open your eyes to see what he was doing he grabbed your legs. Yanking them up and pinning your back against the tree. He slotted his hips into yours, you could feel the heat of his member sitting at your entrance. 

Still your cocky smile didn’t waver as you pulled away from the kiss, looking at him from your perch against the tree.

“Really couldn’t go an hour without me could you hmm?” you looked coyly at him as his gaze turned flustered and sinister. He didn’t say anything which struck you as odd before he began breaching into your walls with his cock. 

You kept eye contact with him instead of throwing your head back, bit your lip instead of moaning, you really wanted to play this game. 

And who was Eskel to deny you a good challenge? 

He pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in brutally. His pace was blinding, The bark of the tree dug into your back, the pressure of his legs bounced yours, his head was tucked into your shoulder. You felt ecstasy building in your core from his blistering pace and the friction from the course hair at the base of his cock rubbing your clit. Your arms came up to wrap around Eskel’s shoulders, gripping onto him for support. You could feel his smirk against your skin and you fought further and further to keep your noises and reactions at bay. 

Your nails began to dig as you wound tighter and tighter. 

“Esk” You all but whispered, but your low town was no match for witcher hearing as Eskel heard you changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that sweet spot in you. 

That sent you over the edge, a high pitched whine escaping your pursed lips as you felt your walls pulsate around him. Eskel did not stop though. As you felt yourself become overstimulated you felt Eskel smirk into your skin once more, somehow picking up the pace even further. You came again in record time, and again, and again. 

Despite your moans turning into whines Eskel was on a mission. Thrusts still as hard and fast as when he started, sweating forming on his brow but just barely. You both evenvied and cursed his genetically enhanced stamina in that moment, wanting him to keep going but also stop at the same time. 

“Eskel I don’t think I can-” 

“One more baby-girl, you can give me one more” His voice graveled in your ears. 

“Esk I can’t I, I can’t I” You felt your end build up once more, but this time a second pressure built with it. Eskel bit down on your shoulder as you grew tighter and tighter. Finally your felt the coil snap in you once more, the pressure releasing with it  as it soaked the ground below you and Eskel’s pants. Eskel gave a handful more thrust into the wet mess that was your heat before spilling, a groan pressed into your neck. 

You both sat there a moment, catching your breath. You willing your legs to turn from there jelly state back to bone and skin. You looked into his yellow eyes after a beat. 

“I should tease you more often”.

[hidden-misthios]

Something in the Orange (part 1)

Pairing: Lambert x female!sorceress!reader

Word count: 3 230

Summary: When Geralt of Rivia disappears, Jaskier has no choice but to ask his best friend for help. Although struggling with her own issues, Y/N agrees and they join Vesemir and the others in Kaer Morhen. The search might be difficult but not as difficult as the certain redheaded witcher who keeps challenging her. 

A/n: Just like my last Lambert fic, this one is going to be a mix of games, books and show. Excuse any grammar errors you find.

Find me.

Those were the only words Y/N heard in her dreams for last eight nights. She didn’t even see a person who kept repeating them and it was tiring.

A dark fortress surrounded by a veil of rain and brief flashes of thunder. Not a place she ever visited but Y/N had a feeling she knew the place like a palm of her own hand. As soon as she approached old wooden doors and opened them, the melody of the organ started playing in the distance, filling her ears. No matter how much she wandered around the castle, she could never find the person playing them nor the instrument itself. At some point, she would give up, but each time, the music would become louder and faster. Then, she would suddenly remember why she came here in the first place. She was looking for someone! But as soon as she tried to remember who it was, the world around her started to spin, making Y/N feel like she’s going to fall. She would close her eyes, trying to focus but nothing helped.

And then she would wake up.

In her bed at her own house, in middle of Novigrad.

She didn’t have time or energy to interpret her own dreams. As an oneiromancer, Y/N’s job was to read the future and past using the dreams of others. Her own had to wait for now.

                                                            ***

Corrine Tilly, Y/N’s mentor, was furious again. Y/N was late for fourth time this week and those dreams were the reason why. Y/N didn’t share them with Corrine yet but she owned her mentor explanation. That is, if Corrine doesn’t fire her.

“You know, if you don’t want to work for me anymore, you’re free to go. This is getting ridiculous.” Corrine said, crossing arms on her chests. Y/N closed the doors behind her and approached the brown-haired woman. Corrine was young sorceress who built quite a reputation for interpreting other people's dreams. Her customers were usually wealthy residents of Novigrad but every now and then someone from outside of city walls would show up and ask for her help.

Corrine lived off this money for seven years now and she could afford an apprentice. Y/N was quite lucky to learn from Corrine. She learned how to control the dreams better. Which, for some people proved harder, especially if they weren’t truthful at first.

“I’m sorry Corrine, I really am.” Y/N started. “But it’s not my fault.”

“No?” Corrine raised her eyebrows and starts slowly pacing around the customer room. This was the biggest room of the house and it was fully decorated to look and feel like a bedroom. There was a spacious bed full of pillows, big carpet, lots of candles and clary sage incense for customers to fall asleep easier.

“I-I…” Y/N tried to sort out her thoughts “I have dreams.” she said, fully aware that everyone else would find these words absurd but she knew her mentor. Corrine knew very well what those words meant.

“What kind?” woman asked in serious tone, sitting down on her chair and crossing her legs. That was her spot whenever she would interview the customer and Y/N couldn’t help but feel like one at the moment.

“Recurring.”

“For how long?”

“Eight nights.” Y/N answers.

“And you’re telling me this now?” Corrine asks. Y/N could swear she heard disappointment in her mentor’s voice.

“I didn’t want to bother you. I knew our schedule was full this week-”

“Y/N, you’re not just someone I’d squeeze into schedule. If you have any kind of problem, not just dream related…you can always count on me.” Corrine’s face softened.

Y/N was about to say something when the doorbell rang and they both turned to the doors. No one was supposed to arrive until noon. It was too early.

“I’m sorry, but we are not taking in any new customers right now-” Corrine stood up.

“Good thing I’m not new, then.” Jaskier’s head popped up through the door.

“Viscount. Come in.” Corrine smiles at the bard. Although Jaskier said he doesn’t care about his viscount title, Corrine was still addressing him as one.

Jaskier approaches her with a wide smile, theatrically leans down and kisses Corrine’s hand. Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes but still smiled a bit. She had to admit, her best friend knew his way around women.

“It’s nice to see you again, dear Corrine.” Jaskier speaks and then finally turns to Y/N.

“What brings you here?” Y/N asks. Usually, they would meet at Rosemary and Thyme, the cabaret that Jaskier himself owned. Before Y/N found Corrine, she worked there to help him out and in return Jaskier gave her a roof over her head.

“We need to talk.” Jaskier says completely serious this time. Corrine took that as her hint.

“I’m going out. If you need me, I’ll be at Triss’ place.” she says, throwing the dark blue cloak around her shoulders. They said their goodbyes and as soon as sorceress left, Jaskier moved closer to Y/N.

“Look at this.” he hands Y/N folded piece of paper. Y/N opens it. It was a letter, obviously written in distress or hurry.

Bard,

In light of recent events, I have no choice but to ask for your help. I cannot discuss the details in this letter but I assure you, if you still care about the White Wolf, you’re going to want to join us as soon as possible.

He’s missing.

P.S. Oh, and bring a sorceress along. I am aware you know quite a few.

V

Y/N looks back to Jaskier. This sounded odd. Jaskier took the letter back, looking at it like it might tell him more if he asked nicely.

“Who sent this?” Y/N asks. She figured that the White Wolf was Jaskier’s friend Geralt of Rivia, the witcher she had only seen once. But the V on the bottom of the page wasn’t giving any clues.

“It’s probably Vesemir, Geralt’s mentor.” Jaskier said, folding the letter.

“Why does the witcher need your help? What are you going to do? Sing them your latest hits until they figure out where Geralt is?” Y/N asks, raising her eyebrows. Jaskier give her an annoyed look.

“Very funny. Also no, because I happen to be very good at tracking-”

“Jaskier, you got lost on your way from Oxenfurt to Novigrad.”

Jaskier opened his mouth to complain, but Y/N wasn’t having it. “It’s a 15-minute-long horse ride.”

“It was early morning; I was still half asleep.”

“Forget I said anything.” Y/N realizes she should drop it. She turned around and started preparing incense for their first customer that day.

“Are you coming with me?” Jaskier asked.

Y/N turns around to face him again. “To Kaer Morhen? Jaskier, you can’t be serious.”

“Why not? You are a sorceress and Vesemir said I should bring one.” Jaskier shrugged. Y/N gave him a look.

“He didn’t mention me specifically. I’m sure Felicia Cori would love to help you out.” Y/N said. Felicia was practically Geralt’s fan from the moment she heard about him in Aretuza, academy for young ladies who were practising magic. She lived couples of streets further and was a good friend of Corrine.

“But I’m not asking her, I’m asking you, Y/N.” Jaskier said, slowly losing his patience.

“How on earth is my skill of any use to you or them? We don’t even know what happen to your friend!” Y/N says, crossing arms on her chests.

“You could form a dream for Vesemir and see where Geralt is.” Jaskier suggested.

“You know that those don’t always work for missing persons.”

“I know but can you just once believe my judgment?” he asks. Y/N raised her eyebrows. She believed his judgment lots of times and it usually meant nothing but trouble. This sounded like one as well.

“Absolutely not. Jaskier, I’m not horse riding for a week for no reason. I have no clues, no ideas how to handle this. And also, how am I supposed to leave Corrine? She’s already pissed at me for being late-”

“Let me handle everything. And we are not horse riding.” Jaskier says proudly.

“No?” Y/N asks, tilting her head a little.

“I’ll show you.”

                                                           ***

And there they were, the next day, at Rosemary and Thyme’s attic. There was only one candle burning and the air was filled with dust, smell of old books and costumes. Y/N had to jump over a couple of old suitcases before they finally stopped walking.

“What are we doing here?” she asked, dusting herself off.

Jaskier didn’t answer but started looking through the old bags on the floor. Y/N crossed arms on her chests, waiting for the bard’s explanation.

“Ah, here it is!” he finally said. Y/N looked at his hands. He was holding a crystal. Not just any crystal. That was a power crystal and it was used specifically for portals.

Y/N gaped. “Jaskier, how did you get that?” she asked cautiously. Jaskier started moved further into the dark attic, Y/N following him.

“Turns out doing favours for sorceresses has its perks.” he answered merrily.

“Do you even know how it works?” Y/N raised eyebrows.

“Of course! I’ve been to Kaer Morhen on multiple occasions thanks to this portal right there.”

“Fine. Turn it on, then.” Y/N says, her voice suddenly soft. Ironically, she didn’t like portals. Traveling through them was quick but Y/N preferred other methods. Unfortunately for her, this was the only magical way to get into Kaer Morhen.

Jaskier cleaned the crystal with his sleeve and then moved closer to the wooden wall. There, Y/N saw a shelf with nothing but small steel stand in the middle of it. Jaskier slowly approached and placed the crystal on the stand. Nothing happened.

“What’s wrong with it?” he asks, suddenly worried.

“We need to revive it. It’s dead.” Y/N realized.

“How? I’m no medic nor-”

“Move.” Y/N tells him and Jaskier obeys. Y/N takes the crystal in her hands and clears her mind. Using a simple, yet powerful spell, Y/N starts off the crystal. Its core started glowing and she places it back on the stand. Loud sound of wind filled their ears. The wall in front of them vanished and dark twirling circle appeared instead.

The portal was open.

“Let’s go.”

 The welcoming party is not really welcoming, Y/N thought as soon as she saw the unfamiliar faces. Jaskier didn’t seem like he was bothered by it. They walked across the long hall and approached the table occupied by two armed men who didn’t exactly smile at their presence.

“Eskel, Coen. Nice to see you again.” he slightly lowered his head.

“Who’s this, bard?” the taller one, Eskel, Y/N presumed, asks as he crossed his arms on chests. He looked like he wasn’t happy to see newcomers. Or oldcomers. Or anyone at this point.

“Ah, yes, right, manners. This is Y/N. Very powerful sorceress. Vesemir told me to bring one. So, I did.” Jaskier explained.

“Pleasure.” Y/N said, trying to sound more delighted than she truly was.

“Oh, I’m sure it is.” Eskel said.

“What is that supposed-”

“Enough.” a deep voice echoed through the hall. “Jaskier. Sorceress. Please join me.”

Y/N and Jaskier both turned around towards the exit. There, was an older man standing, his face scarred and old but still Y/N felt like his presence required utter respect.

That must be Vesemir, Y/N realized.

Jaskier and Y/N both joined him. Jaskier briefly introduced them and Y/N nodded at the old witcher. Vesemir then led them down the hall without word. They walked for a while in silence, passing by several closed doors, until they finally reached the right one.

Vesemir opened the door and let them into the big round room with high celling. There, in the middle of it, stood one large table. The walls were filled with books, bottles and various herbs. Old chandelier in the middle of room was the only source of light.

They approached the table and Vesemir unfolded three papers in front of them.

“This is all we got.” he said, suddenly sounding tired.

Jaskier took the first paper and stood next to Y/N. There, in the middle of the page, were three words written in black ink.

“That could be Elder speech. Really old one.” Y/N said. She learned basics at the academy, but these writings were definitely old. She wasn’t even sure if she saw them in their school books.

“Do you know what does it say?” Jaskier asks quietly.

“I’m not sure. Let me see.” Y/N says, taking the letter from Jaskier’s hands.

“It’s not in any of our books. I tried everything but couldn’t make a sense of it. The last letter that arrived is the only one that’s written in Common.” Vesemir said, handling the smallest piece of paper to Y/N. She frowned.

This one was indeed written in Common speech but this time ink was dark red. Y/N sincerely hoped it wasn't blood.

“Wolf got taken. “She read the first sentence and then noticed another one on bottom of the page. “Will pay for his sins.”

Their Common is not perfect. Who could this be? Elves?

Y/N noticed how Jaskier’s jaw clenched. She never saw him this quiet and serious.

Vesemir then hands her the last paper. This one had a drawing. It was a simple one, but Y/N immediately figured what it was - an open palm of hand, with drops of blood on each finger. In the middle of the palm was a much bigger drop of blood, shaped like a tear.

“When did you get these?” Y/N asks, looking at all those letters in her hands.

Vesemir opened his mouth to answer but the loud squealing of door hinges interrupted him. The door opened and stranger walked in. With wolf medallion hanging around his neck and long red curls framing his face, he walked towards them.

“Stop wasting time, Vesemir.” he looked at his mentor, completely ignoring Jaskier and Y/N.

Y/N raised her eyebrows slightly.

Would it kill them to show some politeness?

“Lambert, this is Y/N. She’s going to help us decode these letters. And you’re going-”

“We should be out there looking for him! Not wasting time with these stupid letters.” he raises his voice. Vesemir gave him look of complete disapproval.

“You don’t get to decide what is a waste of time or isn’t. Now, show Y/N the library and get her whatever will be needed.”

For a second, Y/N thought Lambert would just storm out but then he finally looked at Y/N.

“Follow me, witch.” he muttered quietly, the anger still present in his tone.

Y/N squinted her eyes. “Sorceress.” she corrected him. Lambert just stared at her, his eyes also squinting. Jaskier, still standing on Y/N’s right side, stepped forward and cleaned his throat.

“Term ‘witch’ is mostly used by those who call themselves witch hunters, you know, it’s usually a derogatory term-”

“I know. Now, follow me.” Lambert interrupted him, still not looking away from Y/N. Y/N didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing her in discomfort so she stepped forward and joined him.

“Find me if you need anything.” she told Jaskier before leaving, giving him a comforting look.

Jaskier nodded, but she could see concern in his eyes.

Finally, she turns to red headed witcher and joins him down the hall. They walked in silence, Lambert clearly keeping his distance. Unfortunately for Y/N, the library was located at the other end of the Kaer Morhen and their awkward, silent walk took a while.

“Does your library have any books of First elves?” she asks when they finally made it. Lambert sat on top of the table and shrugged.

“Do I look like librarian? I have idea. I haven’t been in this part of castle for 5 years. You’re on your own, witch.”

Y/N approached the table so quickly she even surprised herself. Lifting her hand, with a small orb of red light in it, she pushes it towards his face. Lambert face was stone cold, no fear.

“Call me witch one more time, I dare you.” she hissed. She lowered the orb a little. He didn’t seem fazed at all.

“Don’t challenge me if you can’t keep up, sweetheart.” he suddenly grins. Y/N was about to protest but then she feels a soft pressure just above the bellybutton. She lowers her eyes and sees short but sharp blade, resting on her corset.

Y/N frowns.

“Seems like you’re forgetting why I’m here, witcher.” she warns him, ignoring the blade. Lambert raises his eyebrows a little then finally drops the blade. Y/N still stepped aside just in case.

“To decode some stupid letters, which are-”

“Yes, yes, waste of time. Now let me work if you don’t plan on helping me.” she says and walks away towards the shelves.

She heard Lambert mummering something but this time she decides to ignore him, switching focus on those old books in front of her. It was clear that someone organized them alphabetically long time ago but every now and then she would find some who obviously wouldn’t fit into that order. There was lots of books about herbs, survival skills and potion making but those weren’t helping at all. So, she moved to another bookshelf. There, Y/N found some historical books about Continent.

Beatrix of Kovir.

The Elder Blood.

The Conjunction of the Spheres.

And then, Y/N saw it. The old, yellow copy of Elder Speech Dictionary. She grabbed the book and started flipping pages. Few minutes passed by and…

Nothing.

All the symbols, words and phrases were something she was already familiar with. She sighed and put the book back in its place. She knew this wouldn’t be easy. Y/N took another look at those letters. That hand symbol bothered her. She felt like she saw it somewhere.

*Few hours later*

It was dark outside when Y/N finally looked through the library window. Some time ago, Jaskier showed up with a glass of wine and dinner which Y/N barely tasted. She couldn’t eat until she figured out the hand symbol. Lambert was long gone, with no explanation or excuse, but Y/N certainly didn’t mind.

Just some time after midnight, the doors of the library opened again.

“You’re still here?” Vesemir asked, entering the room and then closing the doors behind him.

“I can’t sleep until I figure this out.” Y/N answered, flipping through the Book of Urban Myths. Truth is, she was not looking forward to her dreams. She knew she would have to relive that dream all over again.

Vesemir chuckled, but it sounded miserable. “I appreciate the optimism but I’m afraid the books won’t do much of help.”

Y/N stopped flipping through the book and looked at Vesemir.

“You’re right. We should try my method.”

“Which is?” he raises eyebrows.

“Jaskier didn’t tell you? I’m oneiromancer.” Y/N said, closing the book in her hands.

Vesemir thought about it for a second and then slowly nodded. “We should give your method a chance then.” he said, crossing arms on his chests.” But not with me since I haven’t seen Geralt for a while now and therefor won’t be much of use to you. You should do it with the one who last saw him.”

“And who was that?” Y/N asks, glad he agreed with her.

“Lambert.”

[madamemelancholysstuff]

that was sooo cute 🥺❤️‍🩹

Hi! This isn't a request or anything like that, but I just finished the entirety of Chamomile and Gwent and I am filled with warm, happy thoughts about Geralt and his wifey! And I was thinking, since Geralt can't have kids anyway and Reader is also hinted to be unable to have kids, what if a few years later during their travels (maybe they're traveling for the holidays) they pass by a village that has been terrorized by monster attacks (in my head it's a werewolf that's exhibiting bizarre behaviour but that's just me) and as they investigate, they happen upon a baby (in my head it's a little boy) that's barely a year old, face scratched up but otherwise unharmed. Reader insists on caring for it alongside the village's very old midwife-slash-healer while they try to figure out what's happening and why it's happening. The child has been left an orphan because of the most recent attack and the people of the village are either superstitious and think they baby's a demon or they think its cries attracted the monster in the first place so for everyone's safety it needs to go somewhere else where it's safer and ta da! Geralt and Wife™ end up with a baby😂 I don't think I could ever write (and publicly post) this idea so I thought I'd share it with you instead if that's okay with you. At this point I think I'm more in love with the Reader in your story than Geralt LOL and every time she just gives her bleeding heart to anyone who's suffering I give my computer screen heart-eyes haha but I also love the idea of Geralt with a little boy! His relationship with Ciri is so beautiful and heartwarming to me but I can't help imagining him with a boy too! A little Vesemir Jr maybe lol. What do you think about this idea? I hope it's okay that I'm picturing the characters in the way you've written them in my head for this! I hope this made sense since English is not my first language and sometimes I'm not sure how to translate it from my mother language to English.. I've been reading your works on Ao3 much more regularly than looking at your Tumblr account since I don't use this website so I'm not sure I understand how to navigate it in case you have rules or guidelines for this blog. Apologies if I've overstepped!

OKAY THIS IS SO SWEET.

First of all, I'm so thrilled that you enjoyed Chamomile and Gwent, and I genuinely love the idea of people fantasizing about Geralt and Reader's future together and what you think it might look like! The fact that you basically came up with a whole story for how they might pick up a kiddo during their travels? HELLO I'M SO FLATTERED 😭❤🙏

I'll be perfectly honest, I'm not much a kid-fic writer, but this scenario is so sweet that I had to write you a little drabble -- see below the cut!

It’s a peaceful winter morning at Corvo Bianco. You’re warm and cozy in your bed, drifting in and out of a dreamy doze with Geralt’s warm naked chest pressed to your back, when you hear the distinct sound of the front door creaking open.

The sound of the door doesn’t disturb you, though. What disturbs you is the loud and slightly-sarcastic voice that follows. “Yoo-hoo. Honey, we’re home.”

A second, deeper voice follows. “Shut the fuck up, Lambert. They might be sleeping.” 

“Not anymore,” Geralt groans, and you know why he’s disgruntled: the voices in the hall have roused the child who was, until moments ago, sleeping soundly in the cot beside the bed. 

He’s awake now, though — awake and starting to fuss. You throw back the blankets and sit up, but Geralt is quicker than you: the child is already in Geralt’s arms, his whimpering quieted to a happy coo as Geralt bounces him gently and pats his diapered bum. 

“See, there you go,” Geralt murmurs soothingly. “Nothing to fuss about. Not until you see Lambert and Eskel’s ugly mugs, at least.”

You tut playfully at him as you put on your dressing gown. “Don’t tell him that they’re ugly. All three of you are perfectly handsome, scars and all. All four of you, I should say,” you add, and you drop a kiss on the baby’s dark-haired head. 

You reach for the door, but before you can open it, Geralt touches your waist. “Hey,” he says. “Where’s mine?”

“Your what?” you say in surprise. 

“My kiss.”

You shoot him a grin, then pop up on your toes and plant a kiss on his bearded cheek. “Apologies, master witcher. How could I have forgotten?”

He smirks and gives your butt a tiny spank, and you grin cheekily at him before opening the bedroom door. “Welcome home, boys!” you say, and you hurry over to kiss Lambert on the cheek. 

“Hey,” he says, with a pat to your back. “So this is the brat, huh?”

Eskel scoffs. “Real nice, asshole.”

“Eskel, language,” you scold.

He grimaces. “Sorry, sorry. Gonna take some getting used to.”  

You smile and kiss him on the cheek before turning to Geralt. “May I?”

“Sure thing,” Geralt says. “All right, Ves, your mom’s got you now.”

Ves burbles happily and reaches for you, and Eskel raises his eyebrows. “Ves? That’s his name?”

“Yeah,” Geralt says. “Short for Vesemir.”

Lambert scoffs and folds his arms. “You guys are soft.” 

“I think it’s a great name,” Eskel says.

You smile at him, then rub Ves’s back. “These are your uncles, little wolf,” you say softly. “Uncle Esky and Uncle Lamby.”

Geralt chuckles and Eskel grins, but Lambert’s expression is surprisingly serious, and his golden witcher’s eyes are on the baby’s face. He studies Ves’s face for a moment, then sighs and shakes his head. “Damn. He got fucked up good, huh?”

He’s referring to the wicked-looking scars on the right side of Ves’s face — long and ragged scratch marks spanning from his forehead down to his jaw: the souvenirs of a terrible wound took Ves’s right eye, but spared his life. 

Eskel grunts. “Yeah, he’s gonna fit right in with us someday.”

“Yes, he will,” you say firmly. “He’s going to be brave and strong like you boys, and just as handsome as all of you. But hopefully with better manners than some,” you say sweetly to Lambert. 

He smirks. “Ah, fuck off.”

“Language,” Eskel and Geralt say.

You laugh, and Lambert’s smirk widens. He rubs the back of his neck, then gestures to you. “Ah, what the hell. I’ll hold the kid.”

You carefully hand him over to Lambert, who holds him rather awkwardly. Ves giggles and pats his face with enthusiasm, and Lambert wrinkles his nose. “Hey, buddy, watch who you’re throwing hands at.”

“He’s got the right idea, throwing hands at you,” Eskel says with a grin. “Here, hand him over.”

“I just got him,” Lambert complains. “Wait your turn.”

Ves burbles happily and tugs on Lambert’s witcher medal. Eskel edges closer and tickles his chubby neck, making him squeal with laughter, and Geralt sidles closer to you and drapes his arm around your shoulders. “Never thought I’d see these two making a fuss over a baby,” he murmurs. 

You smile and wrap your arms around his waist in a loose embrace. In truth, having a baby wasn’t something you had ever expected, either. But if your life with Geralt has proven anything, it’s that the best things can have a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect them. 

[queenxxxsupreme]

Rare Encounters (Jaskier x f!witcher!reader)

A/N: hi guys…. I finished Fallout the tv show and it gave me that urge to write that I haven’t had in a while. Now fingers crossed that it works for the long run. Once I can get a good feel for the Fallout universe, my ass will 100% be writing fallout fics 😂

Warnings: nothing outside of canon

Summary: Jaskier meets his first female witcher.

“I swear, you all live like fucking pigs.” You grumbled as you picked up the empty tankards and bowls.

“Oh, just relax, Y/N.” Lambert spoke from across the room. He sat at a table with most of the other wolves as they told stories and carried on. “No one cares what this place looks like.”

“I do, as should you.” You placed the dirty dishes on to the end of one of the empty tables. “Who is going to be doing dishes tonight?”

All of the wolves diverted their eyes away from you.

“Oh come on, boys. It’s just dishes. You’ve done worse, I’m sure of it.”

“I’d rather gut an ekimorra than do house chores.” Coen shook his head.

“Alright. Well then, I’ll just choose for myself who will be the lucky one.”

“When are ya goin’ to get eaten by a cockatrice or something, Y/N?” The redhead wolf teased. “All this nagging you do is–,”

With a flick of your wrist and a sign of aard, Lambert was sent backwards off of the bench. You grinned just a little.

“You fucking–,” He signed aard back at you the second he was on his feet, but you were quick to sign quen, blocking his attack.

“Don’t start that this early in the winter, Lambert.” Vesemir scolded him as he moved to sit next to Coen.

“Me?” Lambert raised his brows. “She’s the one who started it!”

The doors to the keep opened, bringing in a rush of cold wind. You looked up to see Geralt, a man, and a girl walking in.

The wolves fell silent as Geralt pushed the hood off of his head. A fond smile came to his lips.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Lambert stood to his feet and took a few steps towards his brother. Coen followed.

“We thought you were dead, or lost.”

“Not yet.” Geralt embraced Coen first and then Lambert.

All the other wolves soon took their turn greeting their fellow witcher.

“Y/N.” He said your name fondly. “Glad to see you didn’t let Lambert get you killed on the path.”

“I about killed her myself a couple times.” Lambert glared at you. “She’s like having a second Vesemir around, except some how she’s worse!”

You gave him a shove away from you, rolling your eyes.

“That’s the last time I spend time with you on the path.” Your words were directed to Lambert while you gave Geralt a hug. “Now I have to spend the entire winter in this gods damned keep with him too.”

“Have you seen Eskel, Geralt?” Lambert returned to his seat.

“He’s not here?” Geralt furrowed his brow.

“Haven’t seen any sign of him.” Coen shook his head. “Usually he’s one of the first one’s here, but hasn’t made it this year.”

“Hmm.”

“Wolf. You’re home.” Vesemir was the last to greet the White Wolf.

“I had to make a few stops.” Geralt looked back to the girl and the man to his left.

Your eyes fell on her. Your medallion had trembled when she first entered the room and even now, you could still feel the chaos radiating off of her. She seemed curious, bright eyes taking in every witcher around her. Then she looked at you. You held her gaze, lifting your chin just a little in acknowledgement.

You turned to continue cleaning up the mess the wolves left behind as introductions were made between Geralt’s guests and the wolves.

“And who might she be?” Jaskier asked Geralt as you picked up an empty pitcher from the table the wolves sat at.

“Y/N here is the maid of the keep.” Lambert answered for you. His eyes followed you as you moved around the table, a little grin playing on his lips. “Helps keep everything all nice and clean for us men.”

You launched the pitcher at his head. He dodged to the side, nearly pushing Coen off of the bench in the process.

“You’re going to get yourself into trouble this winter, Lambert.” Vesemir warned him.

“This is Y/N.” Geralt introduced you properly. He and his guests took a seat at the table with the rest of the wolves. “She’s our sister.”

“Sister?” Ciri repeated, furrowing her brows. “As in a witcher?”

“It would seem that way.” You confirmed with a slight nod and a sigh.

“That’s absolutely amazing!” Jaskier exclaimed. “A lady witcher.”

“I think calling her a lady may be overselling it.” Coen snickered.

“Yeah, she ain’t no lady.” Lambert added.

You moved to lean in between him and Coen, reaching for an empty plate. As you were turning away from the table, you made sure to purposefully smack both of the wolves in the head with the plate.

“Fuck!”

“Why don’t you boys make yourselves useful and go do these dishes before they get out of hand?” You placed the bin of dirty dishes down in front of Coen.

They grumbled but decided not to fight it. If they did dishes now, they wouldn’t have to do them later. Or so they thought.

“You’ve never mentioned that you had a sister, Geralt.”

The White Wolf grumbled in his chest as he looked at his bard. It was a warning. He knew very well how Jaskier was with the opposite sex.

“Geralt doesn’t like to do such a thing.” You settled with sitting at the end of a bench at one of the tables. “I would take away all the spotlight from the grand White Wolf. If word got out about a lady witcher, why, the White Wolf wouldn’t be so exciting, now would he?”

Geralt rolled his eyes at you as he moved to the table that had a jug of ale and mugs. He poured himself a mug and then returned to sit across from you.

“If it wouldn’t be too much, I would absolutely love to hear more about you.” Jaskier sat down just beside Geralt. He leaned against the table with both hands and his voice oozed with excitement. “You see, I am a bard by trade. Perhaps you’ve heard some of my work.”

You gazed into his blue eyes, a grin tugging at the corner of your scarred lips.

“You’re a brave soul, bard.”

He smiled a bit bashfully, cheeks flushing light pink.

“Why, thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.” Geralt told him. His words made Jaskier’s smile drop.

“What? Of-Of course it was!”

“It was more of an observation, bard.” You said. “Not many could come to a witcher’s keep and ask a witcher to share her war stories just moments after meeting her.”

“Jaskier has no fear.” Geralt sighed.

“Well, I-I wouldn’t say that. I have plenty of fear.”

You smiled a little at the bard.

“How was the Path this year?” Geralt changed the subject. “I can’t imagine spending the whole year with Lambert was pleasant.”

“Oh, it was anything but pleasant.” You let out a small breath, scratching your fingertips over a groove in the wooden tabletop. “I’d rather have my eyes gouged out with spoons than spend that much time with him.”

Geralt chuckled a little.

“Y/N!” You heard Coen shout your name from the kitchen. You turned your head to the side, listening closely to what was going on.

Geralt furrowed his brows a little and tilted his head. He could also hear the roughhousing going on in the kitchen.

“Ah, fuck.” You grunted, pushing yourself to your feet.

“Is something wrong?” Jaskier asked you.

“My brothers are fools. Excuse me, bard. Princess.”

Jaskier watched as you crossed the room and disappeared behind a heavy wooden door. He didn’t realize he had been staring for too long until the White Wolf grumbled.

The bard turned his head to his traveling companion, brows falling and lips pressing together in a line as he found the witcher glaring at him.

“What?”

“Don’t think about it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You get that same look in your eye when we go to banquets. That same look has gotten you nearly killed for bedding the wrong woman.”

“Geralt! Have a little faith in me! That is your sister for crying out loud! I-I would— I would never—,”

“Unfortunately, I know you too well, Jaskier.”

Jaskier found himself looking back to the door you had disappeared through. A sheepish smile crossed his lips.

“She is rather stunning, isn’t she?”

“Jaskier.”

“It’s a compliment!”

Geralt shook his head.

“She will rip you to pieces.”

“Isn’t that the hope?” Jaskier grinned.

“Gross.” Ciri scrunched her nose up. She had been so quiet that Jaskier almost forgot that they were in the company of the young girl.

“Sorry, Ciri.”

***

You carried a mug in one hand as you left the kitchen. It had been a few hours since Geralt and his guests had arrived. By now, night had fallen on Kaer Morhen. Lambert was preparing a late dinner for everyone. Coen and Vesemir were fixing a fallen shelf in the library. Ciri was in the library reading through a few books to pass time.

Geralt and Jaskier were just getting back in from checking on the horses.

“So I see you changed your mind about your Child Surprise.” You spoke. Your voice reverberated off of the walls.

“Didn’t have much of a choice. Cintra was overtaken by Nilfgard. She has no one.”

“Well, now she has us.” You took a seat on a bench but kept your back to the table. Geralt and Jaskier sat the same way, with their backs to the table just across from you.

A door across the room creaked as it was opened. Being that the door was behind you, you had to turn your head and your upper half to be able to see Vesemir.

“Where’s Ciri?” Geralt asked him.

“Left her in the library. She seemed rather interested in an old beastiary.” Vesemir poured himself a mug of ale.

“To think we have a princess here in the walls of Kaer Morhen.” You shook your head, finishing off the last bit of your drink. “This winter is going to be an interesting one.”

“She isn’t the first princess here.” Geralt said. Your eyes met his briefly before you looked away.

“What does that mean?” Jaskier looked to Geralt for an explanation.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter.” Vesemir took a seat next to you. “All that matters is we don’t try to kill each other this winter.”

“Lambert is at the very top of my list.” You told him. “The first chance I get, I’m going to suffocate him in his sleep.”

“Y/N.” Vesemir scolded.

“Where do you hail from, Y/N?” Jaskier asked you.

“Ard Carraigh, though that was more than a lifetime ago.” You looked down at your empty tankard.

The sound of the horses out in the stables made you turn your head towards the door. You furrowed your brows, unsure of what had them stirring.

“Something’s bothering the horses.” Geralt grunted.

“I will go see to it.” Vesemir sighed as he stood to his feet.

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” You asked him.

“No need. I don’t think it’s that much of a concern.”

You watched the old witcher leave through the heavy front door.

“I should go check on Ciri.” Geralt thought out loud.

“There can’t be too much she’d get into trouble with.” You said. “Nothing up there other than rats the size of a foal.”

“You’d be surprised with Ciri. She can find trouble out of thin air.” He stood up. “Don’t stir up any trouble while I’m gone, Jaskier.”

“You have too little faith in me, Geralt!”

The White Wolf rolled his eyes but said nothing as he walked away. Your eyes followed him until he disappeared through a door that led to the rest of the keep.

“How long have you….” Jaskier trailed off, unsure of the right words to use. “Have you been a witcher long?”

“Are you asking my age, bard?”

“No, no! I’d never ask a lady such a thing.” He chuckled nervously. “I assume that if you have been a witcher for very long, I would have known about you. Or heard about you at some point in time.”

You stood up and moved seats, choosing instead to sit beside the bard. He shifted in his seat, clearly nervous by your sudden close presence.

“It’s been decades since I came here to Kaer Morhen.” You looked upwards to the high ceilings. “Before the sacking.”

”What was it like? Before the- Before the sacking?” Jaskier turned his head to you. He admired your side profile, blue eyes mapping out your facial features. The curve of your nose down to the shape of your lips.

Your attention was shifted to him. It was then that you noticed he was practically staring at your lips. You smiled a little, causing him to look up at your eyes. His cheeks turned pink and he chuckled nervously.

”My-My apologizes.”

”It was nothing grand.” You answered his question as you rose to your feet. “I need more drink. Would you like to come with me?”

”Yes.” Jaskier answered a little too quickly.

He followed behind you like a puppy. You looked over your shoulder to him, the twinkle in your eyes making his heart race. Gods, you were a beauty.

You pushed the door to the kitchen open but before Jaskier could follow you inside, Lambert and Coen were coming out.

“What are you doing, barker?” Coen asked.

“Just— I was just—,”

”Leave him alone, Coen.” You called from just inside the kitchen. Jaskier couldn’t see you because of the wall the two large witchers were forming, blocking you from him.

The boys laughed, their boisterous voices echoing throughout the room. Lambert clapped his hand down on Jaskier’s shoulder as they passed him. Jaskier was just a little confused.

”They are, uh, quite the pair, aren’t they?”

”A pair of jackasses is what they are.” You shook your head.

“Big brothers are like that. I have four.”

”Sounds horrendous.” You poured a second mug of ale and passed it to the bard. “Do you have any other siblings?”

”An older sister and a younger sister.”

”Seven children?” You raised your brows as you leaned against the wooden counter. “Yikes.”

”Yeah.” He chuckled lightly. He leaned against the counter beside you. “Always had a big family.”

”I was one of the last witchers to ever be made, so I suppose I’ve only ever had older brothers.” You took a sip of the ale. ”Couldn’t imagine it any other way. They irritate the piss out of me, but they’re my brothers.”

”They are good men.” Jaskier nodded. “Albeit, annoying. But good men.”

You found yourself gaze at the barker. He was stunning. Warm skin, dark curly hair, even darker eyelashes, and bright icy blue eyes that contrasted his features so nicely. He was a pleasure to gaze at.

The door to the kitchen opened and there stood Geralt.

Jaskier hurried to move, taking a step to the side to put space between himself and you.

“Ah, Geralt!”

The White Wolf offered a low grumble before he looked to you.

”Eskel is home. He doesn’t look good.”

“Is he okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows together. Your drink as discarded on the counter as you hurried to leave the kitchen.

”Vesemir has him in the infirmary.”

You slipped past the witcher and hurried away.

Geralt waited until your footsteps had disappeared down the staircase. Then he turned his attention to Jaskier. He crossed his arms over his chest, appearing even more intimidating than usual.

“Oh, come on, Geralt! Don’t look at me like that!”

”Y/N is—,”

”She is your sister! And you, you are my closest friend!” Jaskier moved to stand in front of Geralt. He placed his hands on Geralt’s biceps and attempted to shake the man but Geralt didn’t budge. “I wouldn’t dream of ever crossing you like that—,”

”Jaskier.” Geralt almost rolled his eyes. ”Get your hands off of me.”

”She is rather friendly though.” Jaskier clasped his hands behind his back as he slipped around the stocky witcher to leave the kitchen. “Very chatty too. Unlike you, you cranky old man.”

Geralt turned around to watch his friend as he started to walk away.

“Jaskier.”

”Yes, Geralt?” Jaskier turned on his toes to face him.

”Just be careful.”

The bard didn’t know what to expect, but that wasn’t it. He furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side just a bit.

“Uh, o-okay, Geralt.”

[kaermorhenatnight]

Fanfic Masterpost

I haven't written that many fics, but decided to put the links (including my older Witcher fics that I don't really like anymore, but hey, I had to start somewhere) in one place in case someone needs it

Minors DNI please!

Baldur's Gate 3

Something Real (Ao3) Astarion x Tav, Tav is afab (she/her), non-smut; This fic takes place somewhere in the act II. Tav and Astarion had their little hook-up after the tiefling party. It's another version of the unprompted confession he makes/the talk after meeting Araj Oblodra, discussing his feelings past trauma Word count: 2.5k CW: mentions of past SA

Light in the shadows (Ao3) Rolan x fem!Reader smut, reader is afab (she/her), no y/n used You've been friends with our favorite tiefling bachelor and decide to make your move during the tiefling party that they should have after act II Word count: 5.5k

The Witcher

"What a prick" game!Lambert x fem!reader smut, reader is afab (she/her), no y/n used You spend another winter in Kaer Morhen hoping Eskel will finally reciprocate your interest but then, to your surprise, you find yourself spending a night with a different Wolf Word count: 2k

Yours, finally game!Eskel x fem!reader smut, reader is afab (she/her), no y/n used Alternative version of "What a Prick"; You spend another winter in Kaer Morhen hoping Eskel will finally notice your interest in him. Convinced by a short talk with Lambert you decide to finally act Word count: 2.5k

Maybe I just convinced myself it's love game!Lambert x bard!fem!reader smut, reader is afab (she/her), no y/n used You perform at The Kingfisher Inn when Lambert happens to be in town and, as it always happens when you bump into each other, you spend the night together Word count: 3.8k

[first-edition]

A Flowers Petal

When being teased for still being a virgin at Kaer Morhen geralt comes in and “comforts you” when he sees you crying.

Geralt x fem!reader

Cw- sex, p in v, virgin reader, 18+,

“There I was the sword to my throat but allas I am a Witcher so I swung back and killed him right there! Then as such as a reward the missus not only gave me the gold, but two fur pelts and the time for me to take her world! When I tell you I’ll be back to use it again boys! I’ll be fucking her back!!” Eskel cheers along with the others except geralt who rests his arm around your shoulders.

You scoff “eskel don’t talk of that of a woman. You were lucky enough to get the gold.” You say everyone laughs, including geralt.“Oh yeah yeah y/n you’re one to talk, m’lady, Whalen the last time you had a good roughing, oh wait your flower is still intact! You a wolf travel lots I’m sure there’s a time you two have fucked in the woods to keep warm!” Eskel chuckles

“Eskel.” Geralt huffs “no no come on she must have her legs spreading for someone!? I hear her in the night. She helps me that’s for sure!!” He laugh everyone chuckles along with him.

You get up and begin to walk out of the room.

“Don’t worry darling I’ll check for blood on the sheets tonight!” He jokes you walk out of the room wipeing off your face.

“ESKEL!” Geralt growls “that’s enough.” Vesimer says walking into the room “there is nothing wrong with ANYONE still being a virgin! Especially a beautiful woman like y/n you all should praise the heavens above she hasn’t been violated! Now! Off to bed with you!” He yells

Eskel grumbles and walks off geralt walks after you.

You brush out your hair in your seat and sigh recalling what Eskel said. When a knock interrupts you you get up and walk to it opening it seeing geralt.

“Are you alright?” He asks “I’m alright.” You reply moving to the side so he can walk in.

“What Eskel said y/n-“ “no it’s fine! Don’t… geralt I’m scared of sex!. I’m scared of what happens before during and after, will it hurt will I not enjoy it, will I-….will I regret it.” You reply to him as you sit on the side of your bed.

“That’s okay.” He says kneeing infront of you.

“I feel so fucking stupid!” You cover your face in your hands. Geralt takes your wrists in his hands and looks at you.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want too it’s your body your morals, you’re choice.” He says his golden eyes looking at you. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him he kisses you back hands resting on the side of you. He pulls away in a slight panic but keeps your foreheads together.

“Y/n..” “please…” “y/n you’re being pressured.” Geralt says “wolf.” You reply “if it’s with you I don’t have any pressure.”

He presses his lips against yours once again and pulls you up lifting you. Geralt places you on your back against the bed as he hovers over you still kissing. His hand roams you waist to your thigh pulling it up to his liking around his waist.

He pulls his lips away from you and kisses down your jaw and neck stopping at your chest. He looks up at you. You nod giving him permission.

He moves unties the front of your night gown exposing your breasts to him. You pull your arms up over to cover yourself.

“Y/n please don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful.” He says leaning into you. “But…I-…I don’t have a big enough chest to your liking. All the girl who flirt with you in taverns are more than blessed.” You reply.

Geralt chuckles and kisses your forehead “annoying is what they are. I just want you and what you have to offer I don’t care about the shape of your breasts or body, no matter the scars or the bruises you are beautiful more than anything!” He says to you making you blush like crazy.

He pecks your lips and leans closer to your ear “now please love….let me show you” he sighs moving your hands the the side you oblidge exposing your self to him.

Finally to find can begin. His hand massages your breasts as he kisses your neck surely to leave marks. Pulling back he takes his shirt off revealing his amazing chest and mountain abs.

Forgetting sometimes how giant geralt is compared to you.

He runs his hands up your thighs gathering your gown as he goes and pulling it over your head throwing it off somewhere into the room. Now leaving you fully exposed to his pleasure.

His hand moves back to your inner thigh and he palms your clit against his rough fingers. You gasp at the sensation how different it feels from doing so yourself.

Geralt slowly pushes in one finger causing you back to arch as his finger bottoms out in you.

He begins to move it reading against the squishy bit inside you. Not knowing it could feel this good and it’s only hand.

“W-wolf.” You cry about already feeling the sensation of an orgasam he carfully puts in another finger and speeds up the pace. Feeling you stretch and fletch around his fingers makes his harder than he was before his pants becoming tighter by the second.

Your breathing becomeing ragged as you grab the sheets. Geralt pulls his fingers out before you can cum. You pant coming down from your almost climax. As geralt takes off his pants revealing his dick.

Out of reflex you cover your mouth and shit up slightly “sorry..” you say he chuckles “we don’t have to if you want I can keep fingering you.” He says placing his hand on your cheek. As amazing as he was you shake your head no wanting him even more now that he gives you options.

“Will-…will it hurt?” You ask he nods “only for a second. If at any point you want me to stop, or don’t like something, let me know and I’ll cease my actions immediately.” He says you kiss him smiling out of it. And nod.

You lay back down and open your legs for him. He rests in between taking in the wonderful sight of you. Rubbing his fingers up your slut feeling for you he spreads your lips and angles himself at you. He takes your arms and wraps them around his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need anything.” He says looking into your eyes you nod a slight blush forming over you.

He begins to enter you.

“Ngh! Ah.” You cry out shutting your eyes as his tip enters your tight cunt. “F-fuck.” He curses softly.

He continues slowly and in increments to let you adjust over the time.

“No no ah wait.” You say he stops “ill pull out.” He says “no!” You exclaims he nods “I-I’m okay. Just…y-you’re r-really big.” You say embarrassed he chuckles and nods kissing your face.

“Okay go ahead.” You reply.

Continueing his actions until he’s enough in for you to adjust geralt waits for your commands only wanting to make sure you’re well taken care of.

After a few seconds you nod at him bracing your self against as he slowly begins to move his hips back and forth. Tears form at the corner of you eyes and fall geralt whips them away and kisses your lips making you smile at him.

The feeling of distant pain begins to fade as you adjust to geralt size.

“M-more please.” You moan out geralt kisses you deeply and pushes further into you thrusting faster. Causing you to gasp and arch making him groan in pleasure roughly thrusting into you causing your nails to dig into his back. Surely making marks.

The sounds of geralt grunts and moans in your ear caus you the clench around him.

“Geralt..ah please Ah” you moan out to him biting your lip.

He kisses your neck and nips at your sweet spot he found so easily before.

“ah w-wolf!” you gasp 

“let go y/n, cum for me.” he replies thrusting upwards hitting your perfect spot. Geralt presses his lips against yours muffling a moan from you as you let go. the large rush of pleaurse hitting you shaking.

Geralt ceases his actions on you watching your ragged pants and eye lids fluttering. He kisses your forehead and carfully pulls out of you, panting not worried about finishing himself as he only wants you to feel good tonight.

He gets up and walks over to the desk grabbing a rag submerging it in the bowl of water and then rings it out and walks back over to you.

Lifting your lower half and opening your leg “y-you dont have too-” “i want to.” he interupts as he cleansyou off. putting the rag back where he found he goes back to you laying down cover you both.

you watch him contently “what?’ he asks 

“im assuming this isnt your first expeirence with a virgin?” you say “N-no…but, I love you, so its different.” he says moving your hair out of your face. You practically jump on him kissing him he chuckles. 

“you mean that? your really do!?” you ask he nods “I do I love you” he responds again you smile “I love you too.” you reply.

[writingmysanity]

Warmth

Pairing: Eskel x reader

Word count: 340

A/N: I know many of you followed me for my Eskel content. I swear I am still making it- I am just busy and also have to follow the serotonin when I can in order to keep writing. Have a little bit that I wrote because it was cute.

Shivering a bit, you snuggle up into Eskel’s warmth, sighing softly. Your coat just isn't cutting it. Time for a new one. 

Do you have enough coin?

Silently deliberating on what you would have to give up to afford a new one, you watch the rainfall, eyes zeroing in on the droplets sliding along the leaves above your head, dropping like lead with a splash into the ever growing puddle that surrounds you. Eskel’s eyes are closed, but you know better than to assume he was asleep. His hand draws tentative lines up and down your arm, large hand just about engulfing your much smaller body in lingering warmth. 

Humming contently, you relax further into his hold, letting him tug you closer. 

“Don't you say it,” you grouch, eyes fluttering open to glare up at the mountain of a man, a soft flush painting his ears- the only sign the man could blush at all. He sits there for a moment, mouth ajar slightly, words dead on his lips. Grumbling, he works his jaw, thumb brushing over the scar on your shoulder- deeper than the others, more jagged. 

“I was just going to apologize,” he sighs. Rolling your eyes, you pinch his side. 

“I know,” you hum, narrowing your eyes at him. “And I won't hear of it.” he snorts a bit, looking down at you, hair plastered to his head. 

“And why not?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow down at you. “It's my fault we're here.” rolling your eyes, you sigh, nose scrunching slightly in distaste when the puff of white flutters away in the wind. 

“I won't hear of it, Esk. If you feel bad enough, hold me more,” he laughs, hauling you up into his lap, letting you curl up under his gibson layering his cloak over you both. 

“When have you ever needed an excuse for me to hold you, Kit?” snickering below the layers, you nuzzle into his chest, humming happily as warmth envelops you. 

“Not a single damn time, but it is always nice.”

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Rose Of The Thorns

Eskel x (f)mage reader

Summary: Deciding to accompany Geralt and Ciri on his quest for Kaer Morhen do you eventually find yourself in the Witcher's den. And with that, finding yourself with a handsomely grumpy Eskel who you’ve never met before...and well, things get interesting.

Warning: reader being a cheeky lil shit, FLUFF, and we gots some smut so 18+ up in this

Word count: 9826

Also big thanks to a wonderful anon who deeply inspired me to write this!

Masterlist

Now you hadn't exactly been planning on trekking through the damn Blue Mountains of all places to find the comfy as an icicle home of the Witcher's. But life never seems to lead you on the path through the meadow filled with butterflies living in a world like this one. However, it is nice to see your old white haired grumpy grump Geralt after a many years apart, although let us retrace our steps first and find the exact moment you changed your course of history for the better.

Where were you? Oh, yes, that's right! Attempting to speak with the trees in order to find a specific kind that is said to have certain healing properties. Which would be fortunate considering the nasty looking ragged burn scars adorning your left forearm and backside of the hand. This incident was simply an unfortunate accident involving you standing too close to a torch against the wall, and you're tendancy to piss people off.

Which therefor resulted in yourself getting pushed into the wall and then the torch fell and you got badly burned, you did disfigure the bastard who shoved you though. As well as his friend, then you went out and stole their horse, freeing the other one before riding off and finally tending to your painful wounds. But that was a few years ago and still have you not found anything to properly heal your skins disfigurement like how you would like to.

So that's why you're currently out in some forest in the middle of fucking nowhere for the peace and quiet and to talk to some trees. That is if they feel like waking up.

Your horse snorts just as you're about to take a drink from your cup which causes you to startle and spill some water all over your face and the front of your long-coat. Eyes the color of the gemstone Ammolite, which is a perfect mixture of an iridescent sea green paired with flecks of reds and blacks around the pupil of the eye. You turn this enchanted gaze swiftly to your horse, Jester, appropriately named.

"What the fuck!" You snap, wiping off the wetness form your cheeks and chin, "That's the fifth time this week you've done that and I'm really starting to believe it's on purpose."

Jester simply snorts again, you tilt your head at her, "S'cuse me? What was that? You talking back to me now you little shit?" She raises her big head a couple times while neighing like she means to laugh right in your face, you purse your lips together in frustration before throwing the cup at her though she steps back, letting you miss.

Standing there a bit defeated do you shake your head before walking over to her, stopping right in front of her big long face, "Now, let's talk about this. What's wrong? Why'r you being an ass and not a horse?" She nudges your shoulder with her nose, "What? That's why? You want more apples, well I don't know if you've taken any notice to your surroundings but it's winter so go eat a fern or something. Chew on some bark."

Jester snorts as you simply roll your eyes at her, "I can't do a whole lot about this, Jester. You wanted to come with me remember..oh, ow oww okay okay don't push me, yes I know. I'm the reason you're here, now hold still I need something from my pack alright? Maybe I'll find an apple while I'm at it?" She luckily lets you walk around to her side where you flip up a saddle pack before rummaging through it and pulling out a small bound sack.

This object appearing as though you've just taken it from a queen's bedroom as the material is way too nice for being out here, and probably even in your hands. With sack hanging in your left hand do you walk over to your ashen campfire and hold it up for Jester to see, "Now this. This will solve all my problems, most of them at least....the current one." She almost looks to have raised an eyebrow, somewhat interested in your usual nonsense.

Holding the sack no larger then a pear within your left hand do you set it upon the ground where it magically grows to the size of a small fat cat. Jester snorts, giving the ground a single stomp as you wink at her and kneel to open up the sack. Sticking your hand deep within before pulling out a silver and glass chalice filled with hot chocolate, warm delicious hot chocolate. Standing with drink in hand do you pretend to toast to Jester before taking a sip, not too hot not too cold.

Jester neighs as you sip your tasty beverage, you simply shrug at her, "What? This or alcohol."

She takes a playfully threatening step forward as you hold out an arm, "Alright, alright! You stay right the fuck there I'll get you your damn apple you bitch." She stomps her hoof as you make a face before reaching in the sack and pulling out an apple, "Here you annoying cunt eat your pretty apple." She neighs excitedly as you throw it, she immediately catches it and with that eats it in a couple bites.

Sipping your hot chocolate do you shake your head at her, "Horses."

Once finished with your chalice are you ready to wake up some old creaky trees, setting the chalice to the snow covered earth do you walk over to a big bulky barren birch, say that three times fast. The tree is tall as a giant, wide as a king sized bed and the colors of white and black by nature.

A real beauty, a real bitch to wake. Standing directly in front of it do you raise your hands out, palms open, you take a deep breath, "Oh mighty birch of these woods..in, someplace, oh waken up to speeketh to me! I ask thou great mighty tree lord! Hear my voice and open thy eyes, take in a breath and rise!"

Jester snorts, you snap your head over to her, "And you can fuck off."

She neighs this time, head bobbing up and down as you keep your hands outward, "Thy mighty, wondrous, incredible birch here before me! Oh great lord of the trees, protector of the forest, king and queen of the animals that roam these lands. Awaken!" A small breeze blows by, causing your hair to fly into your face and mouth, Jester neighs sounding much like laughter as you get your hair out of your face.

Ignoring the horse do you raise your hands to the great birch once more, "I ask as a kind and humble mage, please awaken." Nothing happens so you continue, "I am not a product of Arituza if that makes a difference, but I am very skilled so if you need something we could most certainly work ourselves out a deal.....Oh huge, massively solid being of earth!"

Jester blows raspberries as you turn your irritation to her, "Shut up I am being kind! And yes, for your information this is the tree I'm looking for." You bring your focus back to the unmoving birch, "It's just....maybe this big guys a little sleepy? It is winter after all....and this is when they're usually asleep and oh Jester I am sick of this fucking arm! I want to rip my damn skin off why couldn't I have been blessed with healing abilities like my little sister?! And I can't even ask her to heal be because she's fucking dead! Fuck this fucking fuck stupid fucking shit!"

Jester snorts, tapping a hoof to the hard earth as you lower your hands and look at her, you freeze, "Oh."

There stands Geralt of Rivia with Roach and some blonde girl seated upon the mares back, he gives you a friendly nod, "Y/N of Falkrym."

You glance from the concerned young girl to Roach to Geralt, "Witcher....and Roach, but it appears you now have a child. Didn't know you adopted?" You make a face, squinting your eyes at her, "This doesn't look right. Geralt, should I even ask this, where'd you get your new friend?"

He takes a casual glance at the blonde girl, "It's a long story."

"I like stories...and, yeah, stories."

His lips turn into a small grin, you're still the same as ever which he's indeed missed dearly. Geralt sighs, leaning from one foot to the other, "What are you doing out here?"

"Not contributing to the war. Doing whatever the fuck I fucking please."

The girl grins at this while you set your hands to your hips, enchanted gaze focused onto the undoubtedly magical child, "And you are? Since this shipwreck of a man can't seem to offer me your actual name."

Her smile falters only a little, not expecting you to speak to her so abruptly, "Oh uh, I'm Ciri." She mutters.

You give her a friendly smile, "Ciri? That's a weird fucking name." Ciri looks bewildered by this as Geralt purses his lips together, you chuckle, "Just kidding. It's a lovely name, simple and sweet, easy to remember unlike mine."

"What's yours?" She hesitantly asks. Geralt rolls his eyes though she luckily doesn't see this, it's more for you then her.

You take a bow, "Y/N Sapphirine Mercedes Peridot Realgar Pendragon." Her dark brows raise as you cross your arms over your chest, "There's three gemstones in that name I'm named after. My mother was an interesting mage, what can I say?"

She looks to you, less nervously this time, "My full name is Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon."

"Now that, is a name to have." You add with an impressed little smirk, your eyes are soon locked onto Geralt's, "So big boy where we going?"

He doesn't even change a shade, "Kaer Morhen." He says gruffly.

"Hmm, Kaer Morhen, Witcher stronghold....deep in the Blue Mountains...hmm, in the literal shitfuck of nowhere." You pause a moment to move your enticed gaze over to Jester, you raise a brow as she bobs her head, you look at Geralt, "We're coming."

"You don't have to."

"We're coming."

He sighs, "Fine."

You look at Ciri with a curious face, "You hungry?"

"Uh...a little."

"Well from that brilliant answer I'm going to say yes you are." She snickers a little as you kneel down to pick up your chalice and your cat-sized sack that looks like it's made of silk and gold and laced with gems, "Guess I don't need this empty chalice huh?" You casually toss the glass and silver chalice into a tree where it turns into snow on impact causing Ciri to gasp in her seat at the abrupt transformation of whatever she just witnessed.

"Don't worry about that." You hold up the sack, "Magic. A wondrous thing eh?" You then stick a hand in the sack but pause a moment, "What are you hungry for, may I ask?"

"oh, uh...I guess, I guess a bowl of duck soup with mushrooms."

You give her a friendly wink, "As the little lady commands." You then pull out a tall cylindrical bowl of duck and mushroom soup as her greenish-blue eyes widen in awe, Ciri then quickly gets down from her saddle to walk across the snow to meet you. Taking the oddly shaped bowl of soup in her cold hands, you then hold out an opened palm, "You might need this." In seconds does a silver spoon appear in physical form right in your grasp, "Here you go, my dear. Enjoy."

Ciri happily takes the spoon, dipping it in the bowl before tasting a bite, her little grin grows brighter, "This is delicious. Geralt do you want anything? This is wonderful."

You raise a brow at him, "Yeah, Geralt. You want something? A chicken leg? Pheasant breast? A few juicy peaches? Really I can do anything within reason here."

"We need to keep moving."

You wave a dismissive hand at him, "We have all the unmoving time in the world. What's the rush? You're in the presence of the Continent's most intrinsically paramount of all mages currently roaming these lands. You're both protected with me here and Jester."

Ciri brows furrow as she swallows her soup, "Who's Jester?"

"oh, who's Jester?" You point a hand at your horse as she looks, "That piece of shit over there." Jester snorts, stomping a hoof to the ground before blowing more raspberries into the air as Ciri laughs. Turning her sights back to you, "Yeah she's a real time. An annoyance, but if any bastard tried to hurt my lovely Jester I would pull their insides to their outsides and let them choke on their own screams and blood."

"Alright, very nice Y/N." Mumbles an unenthusiastic Geralt, "Come on Cirilla, let's go while we still have some light left."

Ciri drinks a little from the cylindrical bowl before wiping her mouth and holding it out for you to take, you hold your hands out and away, "Can't take it back once given. That's part of the spell."

"oh, what do I do with this then? It is very beautiful."

You give a casual shrug, "Throw it at the tree over there...or Geralt. That works too."

"Y/N." Warns Geralt as Ciri looks from the bowl and spoon to the closest tree. She then takes a step and launches the bowl into the tree where it bursts into a mess of fresh powdery white snow, the spoon doing the exact same thing.

"Very nice." You look over at Geralt, "So unfortunately I can't make a portal unless we have consensual intercourse first."

He slowly blinks at you as Ciri holds in her laughter on her way to Roach, Geralt remains indifferent, "Sorry. Not in the mood."

"Damn. It's been a while too. Oh well, guess it's not going to hurt if I let you all know I can't make portals." You pause a moment to then hold up a finger, "Portals....inside places."

Geralt simply rolls his eyes, "Are we getting to Kaer Morhen this afternoon or in two days?"

"This afternoon if you're nice to me." He watches as you walk over to Jester with your enchanted sack in hand, though it looks significantly smaller then before, you place the sack into Jester's side pack. "Alright. Everyone be ready to walk through, we all have a portal buddy right? Okay good, very nice." You take a couple steps forwards before bending your elbows, balling up your fists before opening them up and with that does a swirling portal of shimmering golden flecks appear.

You express an amount of strain and concentration as you hold your hands out, "Well come on now, we don't have all day." Geralt hums in reply before leading Roach and Ciri who's seated upon the mare into the golden portal, "Jester, go." She neighs, walking around you and straight through the portal she goes, you then run right through.

Smacking precisely into the large butt of your horse which causes you to fall into the thin blanket of snow, huffing in annoyance at the abrupt cold sensation do you slowly get up. Brushing yourself off as you walk over to Jester's front where she's getting her neck pet by Ciri, "There you two are. Too bad we can't do that all the time eh?"

"You don't portal all the time?"

"I don't. Drains me of too much energy and I like to see the world anyhow." Ciri nods, somewhat understanding of what you mean as she slowly walks away to take a look around at the giant courtyard surrounded by tall stone walls. You begin to remove the saddle and saddle packs off of Jester, stuffing all of these things into another magical satchel so that all you have to carry is a dark bag embroidered in red roses and deep green leaves.

"Y/N. You coming?" Asks Geralt as you throw your bag over your shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You begin walking over to him, "But I'll come faster when I meet one of your brothers."

Geralt just about chokes on his own spit as Jester casually treks past him on her way to you, "Y/N. The stables are over there."

You stop and turn around to come face to snout with Jester, "oh, right." You pat her on the nose, "You need to be an owl now." Jester snorts before nudging your shoulder and racing across the opened yard at record speed right before her body surrounds with dark and golden wisps of light as the horse is gone and out flies a barn owl.

Ciri watches on in great surprise as Jester flies around the courtyard before finding her place on your shoulder. You just give the young girl a wink as the three..er..four of you all head inside to find the evening hall where all the Witchers are sure to be.

-

Standing off to the side of Ciri, the two of you watch as Geralt greets his wolf brothers with laughter, jests, and great bear hugs all around. You side eye her, "Well, this is quite the disappointment."

"How so?" She whispers back.

"Not a single one of them would I...oh, never mind." Ciri smirks as you look all round the cavernous room, so this is the Witcher den?  What a place. You like it.

Suddenly does an older white haired man look from Ciri to you and the owl perched on your shoulder, goldenish eyes looking inquisitively back to Geralt. Geralt shrugs, "Made a few stops on the way."

"Yes you fucking did." Says a red haired man as he steps past Geralt, eyeing you up like a rare diamond set before him, he smirks at you, "And who is this lovely woman to bless the eyes of these halls?"

Your own confident grin appears as he grows closer, "Just a weary traveler. Lucky I found these two wild things in the woods."

Stopping a few feet away does he chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest as he tilts his head at  you, "You pick that up in the woods too." He says, referring to the owl on your shoulder.

"This is Jester. My dear companion who's got more brain then whatever's up in that mane of yours."

A couple of his brother's laughter can be heard from behind him as his smirk falters only slightly, "And she's funny too. We need more of that around here you know? Sticking around will you?"

"Oh perhaps, depends if I like the company."

"We're pretty good company I'd think." He says, giving a glance to his brothers, "The names Lambert by the way, pleasure to meet you."

You give him a respectable not, "Y/N of Falkrym, I sure hope it's a pleasure to meet you." You nod to Jester as he chuckles, "This is Jester, officially."

Lambert nods, "Nice to meet you, Jester....and Y/N of Falkrym. Welcome to Kear Morhen."

-

After snatching a quick meal before Lambert got to tell his riveting story about some hunt for a mora or whatever he was doing on a lords farm. Have you chosen to have a look around while the men and Ciri take their time to relax and tell their tall tales until they choose to end their afternoon meal and go elsewhere amongst the fortress. While wandering down a long hallway does Jester make a squeaking-chirp sound, "What is it now?"

She nudges your cheek with her feathery head, "Yeah, I know it's dark. These boys lack few too many torches, might have to do something about that." You continue walking down the long corridor until you turn a corner and meet Ciri who's on her way in the opposite direction.

"Y/N. Looking for a room too?"

"Sort of." You shrug, "Kind of just snooping, might find something good."

Her brows furrow, "You don't mean to steal?"

"No, no...not at all. I'm just a curious person by nature, who knows what fascinating things may be lurking around the corner? I've never been to Kaer Morhen before so this is quite the adventure for me."

"hmm. Are you staying with us for the winter too?" She asks, hopeful.

You make a thoughtful expression as you think about this, "Perhaps. Still haven't met everyone yet."

"Alright, I'm going to keep looking for a room. See you later Y/N." Ciri gives a small wave as you smile.

"See you later." You reply. Jester chirps.

She wanders down the hall as you continue walking in the direction in which she already came when something catches your eye in a door-less room, you stop and let your beautifully peculiar eyes wander over the broken back wall. Snow flutters in, making a powdery drift from the windowsill to the flooring below. It's cold and dreary in there; footsteps are heard to your left coming down the hall.

Though you cannot see this mysterious possible stranger due to the slow curve of the hallway until at last does a set of blueish-red eyes spot you standing casually in the hallway. With an owl perched on your shoulder. He is tall and handsome, hair pulled back in a messy bun as a brunette wavy piece falls to the left of his face. He wears a dull greenish color top, though all his clothing is rather worn out and beaten, however this suits him well.

But what gathers your attention, besides his beautiful irises, is his lips and a distinctive fish hook of a scar that marks its place on the right side of his cheek. He looks at you curiously, not nervously and far from fear, he studies your face as you study his. A mutually pleasant feeling finding itself within your body as it does with his, though you can't tell this quite yet.

"You must be the lovely Y/N of Falkrym my brothers have been talking about." Says the man as he looks you up and down.

"Am I lovely?"

His brows furrow, as he appears caught of guard like he was going to say some sly comment to test your possible shyness. Instead he's casually asked by your admittedly lovely voice, paired with an equally lovely face, "Well I.."

You hold up a hand, "You needn't say more. So, who is this lovely Witcher to cross my path?"

He smirks at this, "I'm Eskel."

You raise an inquisitive brow, "Eskel. Hmm, never heard that one before. I like your name as well as those eyes you've got there."

Eskel tilts his head at you, "I could say the same." He flirts back, "But you're not a Witcher."

"I don't think so. At least the last time I checked, but considering I've never been here before would it be safe to say I am not one."

Eskel lets out a breathy laugh as he looks at you, you are indeed a beauty. He looks from you to the room and back to you again, "Looking for somewhere to sleep tonight?"

You glance from the opened door to him, "I was making an attempt, yes. However if I play my cards right I may have a kind soul to share in the warmth...and a bed." You give him a wink before turning to keep walking down the hallway, "Nice meeting you, Eskel." You just want to see what he does about this, is he willing to follow?

Eskel freezes in place as you slowly walk away, that was probably the hottest thing he's ever seen in his whole life from a decently harmless interaction. Suddenly the leshy sting pricks at his back right shoulder, drawing him through his current predicament and the little problem he's now acquired. The pain dulls and with that does he make haste to catch up with you before you happen to disappear to who knows where.

Not hearing any footsteps walking do you whisper to Jester, "Two coins he comes back, begging for more." She chirps as you chuckle, "Alright, maybe not begging. But you think he's going to follow or not? I know he is."

As if poetic timing or simply right on cue does his footsteps sound in the vacant hallway, you stop and turn just as he finds himself at your side. Eskel halts and gifts you an adorable cheeky little grin, "You again. Think I'm going to get lost?"

"Can't get lost if you have someone who knows their way around." He counters as your lips pull into a smirk.

"Well, well, if we're going to be walking down this never ending corridor do I think we may need some more light." You flick a hand out and with that does the torches grow with vibrant flame, seemingly ignited for the first time, showing even brighter then they've ever been.

Eskel's eyes widen at this before he looks to you, "You're a mage?" He says, astonished. For him that's actually kind of fortunate to hear, this could be really good in fact.

You're brows furrow as you lean in to narrow your eyes at him, "What? You saw something weird? I didn't see anything out of the ordinary."

"You. Are a mage, I thought only Triss ever came to Kaer Morhen?"

Leaning away do you shrug, "I know who that is. Didn't know she came here. And yes, you've caught me, I am indeed an enchanted being of immense power and awe. But you can just call me Y/N."

Eskel grins as he glances down the hall, "Come on, I'll show you the armory."

-

Walking past a wooden man coated in some type of armor are you drawn to a dagger placed on a hold, Eskel watches as you eye up the old artifact once used by his brethren many years before his time. He wanders to stand off to your left, "You like it?"

"I do. It's beautiful and practically dripping with history. Though I can't say I care enough to know anything significant about it." You turn to face him, "In fact. I'd like to know about you."

"Not much to know." Mutters Eskel with a casual shrug.

"Now that right there tells me there's quite a bit to know." You raise a brow, "You're a Witcher of Kaer Morhen my dear Eskel. Tell me something perhaps? Humor me even?"

His eyes shift from your curious face to the dagger and back to your face again, "Nothing about my past is something you'd want to hear. Trust me." He says so disdainfully you want to know it all now.

Rolling your eyes do you chuckle, "Now that's just plain boring. There's nothing you can say that's going to scare me off, alright? I'm friends with Geralt, remember?"

He sighs, "Uh....I once, uh...I once slit the throat of a kikimora." So unenthusiastic.

You look to him expectantly though he says not another word, the odd tension growing in the deadly silent room increases by the second until you take a step to walk past him, "Fine then. Tell me why you're in pain?" Eskel freezes as you busy yourself  looking elsewhere at something new. How could you have known that?

Still turned away, he makes a face of deep puzzled confusion, growing a tinge irritated with all your poking and prodding, "I'm not in pain." Mutters Eskel, tone rising with provocation.

Running a finger down a silver blade do you smirk, "Oh yes you are. Need something looked at or am I truly a nuisance to be around?"

Eskel shakes his head, turning around to properly face you, "I'm fine and I don't think you're a nuisance and don't ask me again. I don't fucking need anyone's help." He grumbles, unintentionally sounding more frustrated and cold then he means to. He likes you but this damn leshy sting is honestly a bitch, and any other questions about it or him might trip his trigger.

You hold up your hands in defense, "Fine, fine. Are you sure?"

The muscle of his jaw tightens, "Y/N I'm fine." This man.......idiot.

"Well I know better, and I don't believe that shit for a second. Come, lets get you something for whatever it is that's gifting you this sour mood."

"I'm not in a sour mood." He mutters, clearly in a sour mood.

"Sure you're not." You nod towards the doorway opening, "Come on, there's gotta be something sufficient around here somewhere." Eskel looks almost loathed to follow you so instead of testing him by leaving this very second do you walk over to him and playfully flick that hanging piece of hair from out of his eyes, "I promise not to ask you anymore questions if you promise to follow me. Do we have an acceptable deal? Or do I have to bend you to my will?"

His irked mood seems to instantaneously dissolve at this honestly adorable little gesture paired with that admittedly provocative ending comment, he purses his lips together, "Alright. I'll show you to where we keep the healing remedies." He begins to walk past, "Try not to get lost." Adds Eskel in a more humored and flirtatious tone then before, now this you like very very much.

You follow him out of the armory without another word until your walk finds an end in some large room high with shelves of books, glass bottles, herbs, and some other random miscellaneous items hung or sat about. He walks over to the far end of the room, past a chunk of open wall that's currently letting flakes of snow inside while you wait in the clear center of this large thin room.

"What's with all these holes in your home? You Witchers upset some rock giants or something?"

"We almost found our extinction, that's what." Answers Eskel as he kneels down to loosen a wooden box of seven or so bottles of something liquid inside that highly peaks your interest. "And rock giants don't exist."

You snicker as he pulls the crate along the smooth stone flooring with more effort then should be needed, you can tell his shoulder is bothering him a lot. At this do you hold an opened palm out before closing a fist and with that does the crate filled with bottles of whatever slide across the floor and out of his grasp until they reach your feet.  He turns around to face you, a bit surprised nonetheless.

You reach down and pull out a bottle the size of a regular wine bottle, "Maybe rock giants do exist, maybe they don't. But alcohol does and I think we use it, what do you say to that?" The puzzlement on Eskel's face turns swiftly into a mischievous smirk as he walks across the room to meet you in the middle.

You hold out the bottle for him to take which he gladly accepts, "You know what this is my dear Y/N?"

"Can't say I do. But I'd love you to tell me."

Eskel could have melted into your arms at that, oh how you can unapologetically push at his buttons and tug on his heart strings all in one. Beautiful bastard you are, so very very beautiful....and so very very enticing. The corners of his lips curl into a blissful grin as he pulls on the cork with a small bit of force until it pops right off, "This is stramonium. A kind of pain reducer used by my brothers when one of us gets hurt on the job." He takes a hearty swig, making a slight face right after, "And we use it for other things too."

Taking the bottle from him do you glance from him to the bottle, "I can imagine what else." The smell is a mixture of alcohol, mint, and some berry you can't quite place. Without another care are you drinking the decently strong liquid as Eskel watches, highly impressed that you're able to take it down so well. After a few seconds do you remove the opening from your lips, "Pretty damn good too. Fine choice my lovely Witcher."

Eskel breaks out into a joyous smile at this before he takes the bottle from out of your hand, "I'll take the rest and let's have some fun with this. What do you say?"

"I'd say another fine idea."

-

Walking into the large evening hall do you stop dead in your tracks in the doorway at the sight before you, almost causing Eskel to bump right into you. Hands full with two bottles do you speak to him from over your shoulder, "When did they get here?" You ask in reference to the dancing, laughing, and voluminous beautiful women enjoying their time amongst his brothers.

Eskel sucks in a breath, sighing as you turn to gift him a questioning eye, "I might have shown them the way here. I...I met a couple whores in the village before the road to Kaer Morhen." He smiles at you apologetically, "Didn't realize they'd actually come." He had the absolute full intention of bedding one of them tonight to distract him form the pain of the leshy sting, however his plan came uncoiled the second he found you wandering around.

He hadn't even thought about the whores since now. And though this shouldn't feel awkward at all, he can't help but feel a bit wrong about it now with you here as the only woman on his mind. One of them was giving him such a look too when he met Danica, their head mistress, now they're actually all here. Hopefully he's left the fuck alone so all his attention can fall onto you, the last thing he'd want would be for you to get upset and choose to leave.

However the longer he's been around you does that option feel less likely.

You give a slow nod, "Whores in Kaer Morhen. Yeah alright, gives you're brothers something to fawn over then." And to his surprise do you simply begin walking towards the center table closest to the large round metal hearth, Eskel on your tail, and Jester still perched on your shoulder. Highly enjoying the whole sexual tension between yourself and Eskel since the moment you two met.

"Eskel! Y/N!" Shouts Lambert excitedly, "What you got there? Is that stramonium you sly beast?"

You nod as Eskel sets the crate onto the table, holding in his pain, "It is. Come get some." Though you're still aware enough to know he's hurting.

Holding the first bottle Eskel opened do you take a step back as the men crowd around the table to snatch up their own bottles and get to pouring in the ladies empty cups, as well as their own. You take a swig of the alcohol before turning to face him, "Too bad there's no bards here to liven up the place."

"A damn shame." Says Eskel as he takes a step to you, removing the bottle from your hand to drink from it though his eyes never once leave yours. When finished does he hold it out for you to take, "Drink. And we won't need any music to have a pleasant time."

Suddenly Jester chirps, flapping her wings as you get an idea, "You're right, Jest. Eskel I think I can help with that actually." You then raise your foot to rest upon the wooden bench, your hand goes down the inside of your boot until you pull it out, now holding the sack you had before.

"What's that?"

"This." You throw the sack, catching it right after, "Is our way to some strings and drums." His brows furrow as you set it onto the table, it grows in size, you then stick your hand inside and soon enough are pulling out a lute and then a single drum. "Hold this." He's handed the lute as you grab the sack and put it right back into your boot. How it became so small like that he's not sure.

He then follows as you walk over to the side, away from the talkative crowd where you stop and right before his very eyes cast some sort of hex or spell or something onto the floor. A beautifully intricate symbol arises in a blueish-gold light and then it's gone, leaving just a circle stained onto the stone floor.

You set the drum in the circle, taking the lute from out of his hands to set it right next to the drums. You look to him, "Watch this shit." Your hands display out in front of you as you speak in Elvish, a second later does the lute and drum come to life. Music immediately filling the evening hall, causing the increasingly tipsy Witchers and women to dance and laugh and drink more and more.

Facing Eskel do you swiftly gift him a peck on the cheek before walking away to snatch up that bottle you left on the table. Unbeknownst to you does his smile grow tenfold as he watches you saunter on off. When you reach the table do you pat Jesters feathery head, "Alright wolf-bait, time for you to go explore on your own for a little while. There's a handsome Witcher I'd like to see a lot more of in this coming hour." She nudges your cheek in reply before flapping off and away to somewhere in the near vicinity.

Eskel soon finds himself at your side, leaning over your shoulder to slyly take the bottle out of your hand. You happily let him. He drinks deep when you turn around to face him, slowly taking the bottle from him before matching his thirst. You're already starting to feel a buzz at this point, and clearly so is he.

With the lute strumming and the drum gifting the room a pleasant tune can you not help in the way that your body begins to sway. Eskel watches, deeply intrigued as you slowly sway to the music not exactly sensually but enough to make this more then it seems. His grin grows with the closer you sway to him until you take another sip. Your hand finds itself to his left shoulder, so gently and light you press while taking another drink.

He reaches up to hold your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up ever so slightly while his eyes glance from your lips to your beautiful irises. You know exactly what's on his mind but choose to have some fun with this first. Your hand finds itself around his wrist, you pull his arm away and with that does his fingers leave your chin.

His confident smile falters only slightly, returning to him once more when your lips press to his cheek. His heart jumps with excitement when you pull him away from this table to another on the far right, the mixture of alcohol and his elevated euphoria with you around causing him to almost trip over his own two feet. Luckily he doesn't, just stumble a little as you tug him along.

Suddenly a summery blonde whore finds her talons attached to his bad shoulder, his hand slips from yours as he recoils in pain, clearly uncomfortable and a bit agitated now. But before her drunken speech is able to reach your ears have you shoved her away from him as he watches, saying not a word.

"Who's you?" Slurs the blue eyed flirt, "He's not with you now is he?"

"He is." You then use your one hand to press two fingers to her temple, "Leave us and..and...now you can only make cat sounds till midnight." Her eyes fog over a second before they return to their usual color as she smiles.

"Meow."

Holding back your laughter do you turn back to Eskel, you take his hand in yours as the whore walks away, your concerned gaze now looking over him, "You alright?"

He shakes his head, brushing it off, "I'm fine."

"Good. Drink some of this, it'll make you feel better." You hand him the bottle.

"You, makes me feel better." He mutters, swaying just slightly, gifting him a wink do you pull him over to the vacant table before plopping down on the bench. Eskel sitting between your parted legs, most of him leaning against you.

Now this, you like very much.

He drinks deep as you watch the other Witchers and whores dance and laugh and some who pretend to sing though it sounds absolutely horrendous. The night is lively and fun however you can feel something strange is afoot this night, a magic besides your own lingers near. Something unseen, yet felt.

You can't place it though, and it's not Ciri either. The odd feeling subsides as Eskel leans his head back to lay it upon your right shoulder, beautiful irises looking up into yours. He grins, "You know something?" Mumbles Eskel.

Pushing that one piece of hair out of his eyes do you kiss his cheek, "I know many things."

He smirks, "I'll tell you something you don't know of."

"Please? I'd like to know of this mystery."

"This mystery is truth." He whispers, "The truth being how beautiful you are. Like the snow in the moonlight, that's you." He's drunk, but you hope he means it, it feels like he does.

"Oh?"

Eskel sits up, the warmth of him leaving your lap as he turns in his seat to face you better, "I could see nothing but you forever and I'd be content with that. Y/N you're incredible, you know this?"

"Can't say I knew that." You take the bottle from him and drink before setting it onto the table, "But my dear Eskel, I could let you tell me how pretty I am for a hundred more years."

His face lights up at this, "A hundred more?"

"A hundred more. If you're willing?"

"I am. You age that long?"

"Eskel." You take his face in your hand, holding him by his chin and lower cheeks, "I have looked like this for ninety-seven years, being a powerful mage means I can live as many lifetimes as I choose of."

"And you'd choose to spend them with me?"

"Fuck yes I do." His hands find themselves upon your cheeks as he pulls you in for a deeply heated kiss. He tastes delicious and fiery as your hands slip to his chest, lips moving together in blissful unison until he's forcefully pulled away from you by Geralt. Eskel's standing on two feet as Geralt faces him, a bit concerned. Well that was abrupt.

"What the fuck Geralt?" Grumbles Eskel, "I was with Y/N. The fuck do you want?"

"I want you to take it slow. You're still healing and need your rest or lest this leshy sting will take longer to heal." Advises Geralt as Eskel scoffs, deeply agitated now.

"Why should I listen to you?" He challenges, "I'm not going anywhere."

Geralt sighs, "Eskel. Go."

Sneering does Eskel turn around to face you before swiftly whipping around to throw a punch at Geralt which is quickly reprimanded. The conversation is short as he holds Eskel close, telling him to go to bed, now. Eskel's released and staggers back a little as he takes your hand, "Come on Y/N. We're getting out of here."

You're forced to stand as Eskel gives Geralt the eye while pulling you away from him and the evening hall altogether. Soon enough does he have you staggering down a hallway, though with your buzz can you do nothing but laugh and play along. Glad to be alone with Eskel for once, Geralt was being a bum...as he tents to be often.

Eskel pulls you through a doorway and into a cavernous room with potions and other medical type equipment spread about. Down a couple stone steps to the center before he pushes some unimportant things off of a flat stone table before you jump upon it. Giggling like an excited child as he find's himself between your legs, hands all over you as yours do the same to him.

He kisses all over your face and neck as you lean your head back at the wondrous feeling of his lips to your skin. Suddenly your tight leather clothing holding your torso and breasts is undone and pulled away. Revealing your loose long sleeved shirt underneath, thin and barely covering a thing, you all but tease him. He kisses your clavicle and then the skin right below it.

His lips pull away and with that does he pull down your top to finally expose your gorgeous breasts to him. Eskel kisses them feverishly as you hold back a moan but to no avail, this feels too fucking good. Then his mouth sucks on a hardened nipple and you're gone, head falling back as you release a pleasurable gasp. He uses his hand to squeeze your free one.

You tug at his clothing top and soon pull the right side down to see more of Eskel, he licks your nipple, trailing butterflies kisses up from your breast to your neck then jaw, cheek, and finally your sweet lips. You playfully bite his bottom lip, letting go to lick it before kissing him deeply. He pushes his tented hardness into your annoyingly clothed nether region, and oh does it feel nice.

You're wet as a spring and he's grown hard and wanting as a stubborn rock, you kiss him hungrily, drunk and sloppy as he does the same. The hand gripping onto his right upper forearm moves to his shoulder for better support. But when your fingertips land on flesh does a spot in his skin feel as though it sinks in like a small crater.

He recoils in pain when you press your index and forefinger deeper into the hollow. Eskel forcing himself out of your grasp with a distressed yelp, "Y/N what the fuck?" He mutters, holding a hand over his right back shoulder where you were just touching when he gasps, "Ah, shit!"

"What?" You worry,  hands held out in question, "Eskel what the fuck did I just touch?"

He turns to look at his leshy sting better and you gasp in surprise at the small root peaking out, it grows a little outward by the second as you quickly slide off of the table. "That's a fucking leshy sting!" You cry.

He stares wide eyed at the squirming root, "What the fuck?" It grows even more, like it means to break out of him, as his skin around the cavity is jagged and weird, almost like tree bark in human skin. Fused together in a grotesque strangeness.

Ignoring your naked breasts do you grab his bicep and turn him to get a better look, "When the actual fuck did this happen?"

"Today."

"Today?" You shout, "So this is the little painful problem you failed to tell me about to save your stupid pride huh?"

He avoids your gaze as the root moves, causing him to flinch in pain and deep discomfort. You eye up the incredibly unsettling sight before you, "Will you still fuck me if I hurt you?"

His brows furrow as he looks at you over his shoulder, "Depends on what you're about to do?"

"I'm about to save your life you dumbfuck."  He scoffs, looking away from you as you push him towards the stone table, "Now bend over. Bet you've never had someone tell you that before." You tease as he bends, not really enjoying any of this, nor the dying tent in his pants.

The odd leshy root grows taller, it squirms like an enchanted tree snake as his odd human fleshy-like bark begins to shift into actual leshy bark. Your eyes widen at this as Eskel grimaces in pain, "Y/N it fucking hurts." He seethes, trying to look and see what's happening.

"No." You command, pressing his left shoulder into the table more as you bring your right hand up, "I won't be offended if you'd rather never see me again after this." Eskel doesn't have a second to contemplate your words as you snap your fingers.

Immediately does your hand ignite into hot flame as you then essentially finger his wound, causing the leshy root to writhe in pain. He cries out at the heated contact as the leshy sting turning his flesh to bark retracts and dies. The root growing smaller and smaller as you burn and sizzle the area until the skin begins to close and the flesh-bark turns black.

Eskel grunts at the ache of the burn as your magic transforms the last of the sting back into his original skin color and soft feel until all that's left is a little scar. Your fingers remove themselves from his smoke smudged flesh as you get off of him to take a step back. Distinguishing your flames as he stands fully once again.

You watch as Eskel looks over his shoulder, feeling it all with his opposite hand, feeling nothing but normal skin. Feeling no pain at all, absolutely nothing...it's like he was never even stung at all. You swallow as he turns his attention back to you, appearing rather relieved then before. You purse your lips together, "Eskel if I..."

Your words are gone as he pulls you in for a deeply heated kiss, lips locked to yours as you stiffen with shock before melting like gold right into his warm embrace. He moves with you in his arms, suddenly your bum hits the tables edge, he picks you up and places you onto the table without removing his mouth from yours. So skilled he is, and apparently full of surprises.

When he pulls away can you suck in a deep breath of needed air, "What.."

"Thank you." Breaths Eskel.

Shaking your head do you wave him off, "Just fuck me you idiot."

He smiles brightly. Soon your pants are off and so are his though you stop him from getting any closer, he rolls his eyes and swiftly pulls off his top. Yours is still on but your breasts are out so removing it all now doesn't matter. Your legs part wide for him as his grin grows brighter at the sight of your wet cunt before him now. Sweet and dripping.

He takes a step forward, pulling your body closer to him as he lines himself up and with that, pushes his tip between your slick folds so very gently. He teases you, pulling a little out to pester your clit with the sensation of his hardness rubbing against it. You moan, "Come on you bastard. I deserve it."

Eskel chuckles before sliding his cock into you with ease, you gasp at the new feeling of his fullness inside you. Letting out a breathy moan when he pushes deep, letting his thick member fill you up good and tight. When you adjust enough does Eskel place his hands to either side of your hips before sliding halfway out of you and thrusting back in again.

He does this over and over and over again, fucking you stupid as you grip the side of the table for dear life, the sound of skin slapping against skin seeming to echo throughout the whole giant room. That and your moans and his grunts as he focuses on reaching his high and yours.

His cock slips in and out of your wetness with skill and ease as your arousal is so prevalent you can't help how soaked you are down there. Eskel loves it. He fucks you with all that he can on this table, cock twitching, pulsating as he thrust up into you again and again. He's relentless, and a much better lover then all the other men you've ever spent the night with in your time.

Eskel knows exactly what he's doing and he's doing it well, even better then well, he's fantastic. You couldn't even form a coherent sentence if you wanted to with how he's pounding you like his life depends on it. You're practically going at it like rabbits, it's pathetic, but feels so so very good.

Suddenly he pulls out, you don't have a chance to protest when he flips you onto your back, feet touching the floor as he bends you over the table. Your breasts smoosh up against the cold stone as he takes you from behind. His cock pushes into your dripping entrance all the way until his hips press to your butt. You've never felt so stuffed in your entire life, it's amazing.

Slowly, deliberately, deliciously does he take his time, thick cock sliding out and in at a gentle pace while his hands stabilize on your waist. "How's it feel?" He asks. Setting a kind pace to fuck you on.

"Uh, s'good." You mumble, "Faster. I need...I need more."

Eskel smiles at this new command of yours, he then swiftly pulls out before slamming himself into you, filling you up to the brim as you squeak at the abrupt feeling. He begins to thrust more vigorously once more, fucking you like a wild man who hasn't had the touch of a woman in years. Nor her sweet cunt to warm him in the night like yours, oh there's not a single other person to compare.

You're simply the best he's ever had. And he's rightly the same for you too.

The grip on your sides tighten as he lets out a low guttural grunt that sends shivers down your spine. His hips pound into you over and over creating a sweet blissful friction that hits your sweet spot every single time, drawing you to the edge with the buildup of pleasure. Your nails claw against the stone surface as he slides in and out of you.

You can't say anything but moan like a needy whore as he thrusts and grunts and fucks you stupid. You feel spread wide as a tree struck by lightning, legs spread apart as he thrusts up into you. Hands pulling you closer to him you think he might break you, but you know that's not possible. However dying because of a good fucking by a handsome Witcher wouldn't be a half terrible way to go.

He suddenly hits right on the target within your slick walls doing all and everything needed to cause your orgasm to ignite. You let out a breathy moan, walls tightening around his hardness as you shake with pleasure. Feeling as though you're full of a thousand butterflies all fluttering wildly about inside of you all over.

Eskel smiles happily at this, eyes watching in the way that your back arches upwards, hands going into fists as you squirm underneath him. Shaking and moaning like a ravaged princess on her wedding night from the love of her life. The way you feel with him inside you, the way he feels with your walls convulsing around him as he thrusts sets him over the edge.

Eskel moans as he spills inside you now, coating your walls in his seed as his fingers leave red marks on your hips while he erupts with pleasure. His cock twitches inside you, warmness everywhere within though he continues to pump into you for a short while more. Really riding out his high as you bite your bottom lip from the over-stimulation.

Holding out to give Eskel this moment though you feel like screaming, he slides in and out a few more times before stilling. Cock still buried deep inside you, he rubs his thumbs over your warm skin while sighing blissfully, "I'm glad I met you."

Head rested on the stone do you side eye him, "Mhmm hmm. Me too."

He smiles down at you, "Apologies for earlier. I could have been kinder to you."

You wave him off, "You could have. And then we could have done this sooner...and even sooner if you would have shown me your leshy sting."

He pulls out, you suck in a quick breath with him gone so suddenly like that, you feel swollen and empty. Some fluid runs down your leg but is caught and wiped off by a cloth, then you're pulled up and into his arms from behind. Eskel hugs you close, naked self with strong arms wrapped around you when he gifts your cheek a kiss.

"Thank you again." He murmurs against your skin, "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Holding his arms close to your body do you lean your head into his chest, "Probably turn into a giant tree. You'd be far less attractive then."

"You think so?"

"Probably grumpier too."

Eskel chuckles, "Did I hear you right? You think I'm handsome?"

"No I find your cock handsome, your face is alright."

He laughs before giving your body an affectionate squeeze before turning you around to face him, "Just one more thing to ask." He leans down to kiss you, "Just one thing."

"Let's hear it."

"Will you stay with me? In Kaer Morhen for the winter?" Expression so soft and pleading how could you ever dare decline?

Touching a soft hand to his cheek do you smile, "Only if we can do this on a bed next time. That hurt my back and this place doesn't look like it's been cleaned in centuries."

Smiling brightly does he nod, "Yes, yes, anything you want. All winter, just us."

"All winter." You repeat slowly, thoughtfully, "What happens to us in the spring?

Eskel rests his head against yours, "I turn into a big daisy."

"Alright smartass."

"No....I leave then. Go hunt, do Witcher things."

You pause a moment to think, "Mind if I join you?"

He looks at you a bit surprised, "You'd want that?"

"Of course. I usually travel alone with Jester, sort of like that better but since I've met you...well I, I'd love to have you with me."

"Sounds good to me." He whispers, "Want to see my room now? Last place you haven't seen...might take us a while to see all the wonderful things I have in there. We'll probably need some extra time to look at the bed."

Leaning up do you kiss him sweetly, "Can I have my pants back first?" Eskel chuckles at your cheekiness that never once tends to falter. Gods does he really love you.

"Whatever you ask."

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Thanks to all for reading! This was so fun to write and I just love Eskel sm :)

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Under the stars

Eskel x Reader

Warnings: A large amount of fluff!

Hope you all enjoy!

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You and Eskel first met in a pub not too far from your home. You both made conversation over some ale telling him you were a mage / herbalist. He told you who he was and you were fascinated. The one thing he noticed about you was you never showed fear around him. It was like a breath of fresh air. Eskel knew he had to protect you at all costs. Not only did he like you but you were the only one who ever showed the deepest amount of kindness towards him.

Eskel always came back to see you. When he knew he would be in the area he'd visit, even if it was only a place to sleep for the night. You both eventually would talk for hours. You love his company. Little does he know though, it's not just his company that you love. Eskel couldn't have been more happy to see you. He hugs you tightly then sits you both down to tell you about his journey and what you were up to. He then made sure to tell you he made sure to clean up before seeing you. He wanted to be presentable.  That made butterflies fly in your stomach. Eskel then asks you something you didn't expect.

"Will you watch the stars with me tonight? It clears my head but it gets quite boring being alone." He laughs.

You smile. "I'd love to! I know a place I like to go to that has a beautiful view over the town." He nods in agreement.

"I'll pack a snack or two for us then." You squeeked in excitement. "I'll go get changed real fast." He can't help the smile and laugh coming from his lips. It only took you a minute or so to come back with a blanket in hand as well. You notice his sachel was packed with treats. "I'm all ready to go." You both left on your horse arriving at your destination in a short amount of time. Once getting there the sun had already set. You lay the blanket on the grass and sit down patting the spot next to you for him. He gladly sits down. He looks at you while you look up at the stars. "A beautiful night tonight." He was taking in your beauty but you didn't seem to notice.

"I agree. It is very beautiful and quiet." He smiles turning his head away.

You look up at him. His features are relaxed while his eyes are glued to the sky. You decide now is the best time to tell him how you feel. "You know, you deserve the world Eskel." He gazes down at you still smiling and you can't help but to smile back. He looks down at his hands that are crossed on his lap."Why do you feel that way?" You then knelt in front of him taking one of his hands in your own. He lifts his head.

"You're not like the others. You're caring and such a gentleman. You deserve every little bit of happiness this world has to offer."  You interwine your fingers with his. Your heart starts to beat faster.

"I wish that were true. I don't feel worthy of it y/n." You place your other hand on his shoulder making him look at you again.  "Let me be the one to show you then." He tilts his head in confusion. "Eskel, I couldn't be more in love with you than how I am right now. Each day I wake up with you on my mind. Each day I hope to see you just so I can be with you. " His cheeks turn pink grining wide.

"We've known each other for quite some time Eskel. You've made me the happiest person alive for being a part of my life. Would you take a chance?" He releases your hand to push a small hair away from your face behind your ear. He cups your cheek and leans in. You melt into his touch closing the gap.

After a moment he pulls away slightly touching his forehead with yours.

"Of course I will, Dove." He pulls back. He gets up and lifts you up as well. He wraps his arms around you holding you tight. Your arms wrap around his waist and do the same. The silence broke as the pub near by starts to play music. "That timing is impeccable." You giggle pulling away from him slightly. He puts an arm around your waist. "Dance with me?" You nod intertwining your hand in his. You lay your head on his chest hearing the slow rhythm of his heart beat. He leads in the dance swaying to the sound of music underneath the stary night sky.

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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!

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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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A Quiet Moment - relationship: geralt x reader | summary: based on some prompt that asked you to write a scene between two characters just being around each other with no dialogue. Immediately thought of Geralt. | tags: fluff, angst

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[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Eskel X Reader Kinktober: Day 4

(it's cock warming today but I didn't wanna put that in bold letters in the header. also yes I was kinda rushed today)

Rain pelted the ground outside, weighing down leaves and flowering things as it hurtled unceremoniously to the earth. Animals huddled into their burrows, safe from the angry clouds that tantrumed over them. Eskel and Y/n were like minded. The pair sequestered in the small cottage as the autumn storm rained coldly outside. Y/n was sat on the floor in front of an easel, brush gliding over canvas. She was painting the view from the window that afternoon. The leaves, bright and beautiful, were falling so gracefully that she had to capture the scene. 

Eskel was sat in an armchair by the fire, caring for his sword. His eyes occasionally flickering to Y/n, she had been there all afternoon. Unwavering in her attention as she mixed pigments and looked at her canvas from all different angles to make sure she was capturing everything accurately. It had grown dark now and Eskel would be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling a tad jealous. It felt silly being jealous over a piece of stretched canvas, but he was. Y/n hadn’t even gotten up to eat, just shrugging him off when he suggested lunch that afternoon. 

Eskel set his sword down, waking over to his enraptured lover and sitting down beside her. His head leaned against her shoulder. 

“You need to eat love” he rubbed his cheek against the soft cotton of her dress. 

“I will when I’m finished” She replied, not looking up from her work. Eskel huffed. 

“And how long will that be exactly?” he questioned, turning his head so she could see his face in her peripheral. 

“Not long now” She muttered, tongue jettisoning out of her mouth as she concentrated. And oh how that tongue caught Eskel’s attention. Sitting innocently over her sinful lips. Eskel knew the things that tongue would say. It was only she who could turn him into a mess simply by her words. But not just her words, that tongue was capable of much, much more. 

Eskel moved to sit behind her, hands rubbing her arms as he mouthed at her neck. He targeted the spots that made her weak. Slowly migrating his hands from her arms to worm their way down the front of her top. 

“Take a break” he muttered into her skin. 

“I can’t, I need to blend this while it’s still wet.” she said, eyes losing focus at the edges of her vision, from exhaustion or the haze of pleasure she wasn’t sure. Most likely both. 

“Eskel” she said now more sternly. “Do what you want to me, I’m not cracking.” 

“Is that a challenge?” He asked, eyebrows raising in internest.

“Only if you want it to be” she said with a smile on her face. This would be easy. 

It was not easy. 

Y/n had forgotten just how skilled Eskel could be with his hands. He had played her like a fiddle over her clothing. Then when he had tired of that he ripped open the back of her dress, sliding the sleeves down as much as he could without disrupting her hands. He then set to work lavashing her back with love bites. 

Her sleeves being so low irritated her greatly. That combined with the fact that she didn’t want to repair all of what she was wearing tonight made her stand to strip. Standing in her front room nude. She then moved to sit back down and continue. Just as she was about off balance while sitting Eskel struck, pulling her down onto his lap. 

She let out a huff as she landed, perturbed but not about to give in. She simply adjusted her self and started up once more. It was in adjust however that she felt the very familiar weight of a cock at the apex of her thighs. Eskel must have stripped himself when she had, probably thinking she had given up. 

Not that easily she wouldn’t. 

As she painted, Eskel gave small jolts to rock himself between her lips. His cock hitting her clit each time. Y/n bit her lip, trying to keep the growing wetness below her to a minimum. When she leaned forward to use her fingers on the canvas, Eskel’s hands lead her back, readjusting her seating ever so slightly so that on the next rock Eskel gave the head of his cock slipped in. 

Y/n expected this to go much like the initial teasing had. Him moving slowly so she wouldn’t notice as much. But after he had sheathed himself he just stopped. 

Just sat there and waited. 

At first Y/n was fine with this, she was making much faster progress now that he was no longer moving her. However Eskel was big. He filled her completely, which meant that with every little movement she made he was pressing against her sweet spots in the most delicious of ways. 

She found herself biting her lip, impatiently twitching the muscles in her thigh as she worked. This wasn’t fair, he was supposed to be touching her, pleasuring her, trying to get her to crack. Instead he was still, arms behind him as he leaned on his elbows, a smirk blatant on his face. 

It was at least fifteen minutes of this torture before Y/n concided and decided the painting was good enough. 

“I’m finished” she said, relief in her voice as she felt his hands at her side once more, guiding her up and then off. Eskel shuffled behind her, peeking his head over his shoulder. 

“It looks good babe, but you’re sure your done?” he questioned, leaving kisses once more in the skin of her shoulder. 

“Yes absolutely. Finished as could be” she said, looking over the canvas. It was impressive for sure but not nearly as refined as her normal work. 

“Great, than you can go eat now.” Eskel said cheerfully. It took a moment to register what he was saying, swfitly turning her head as she saw him leave her to go to the kitchen. 

[shy-indulgent-writer]

Eskel x GN!Reader - “I love you. Romantically.”

full of misunderstandings and pining all day long 🥳 hope you enjoy!

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You say it without thinking about it the first time, just a simple “i love you” before you retire to your separate rooms for the night

It’s not an uncommon thing to say— you say it to your friends and family when you see them, both as a way of “hello” and “goodbye”

You give him a wave as you shut the door, wishing he had at least said “goodnight” in response

You and Eskel have been traveling together for a couple months now; you’re hoping to write an accurate bestiary, and with the witcher’s help, your risk of dying is significantly lessened

You’re properly compensating him for his time and protection: paying for his room, buying food and drinks more often than not, etc.

Though you initially went into this as a transactional work relationship, you both began to loosen up around each other, slowly building trust to the point that you can consider yourselves friends

He’s stubborn in his ways, but so gentle when it comes to the little things— you think his purpose-driven nature is charming

Eskel begins walking back to his room in a stupor, heart beating slightly faster, and face feeling hot

No one had told him that they loved him before; aside from women at that masquerade ball who couldn’t see his face, or the four succubi who said it to please him, but you know him and still said it

It feels strange; on one hand he’s comforted and ecstatic, but on the other he feels completely undeserving— he’s not used to being loved

He has a hard time sleeping that night, his heart racing whenever he thinks about what you said

The next day, he’s a bit more on edge— maybe you hadn’t meant to say it, maybe you’ll take it back and leave him

It’s not brought up by you, but he stays vigilant in case you ever change your mind. When more time passes without that happening, he becomes a little more touchy— letting touches linger, getting close to you and letting your shoulders bump against his, etc.

“Sorry,” is usually what he’ll say when he bumps into you, usually feigning embarrassment, not knowing you can read his facial expressions well enough to tell that he’s smiling

“Your hands are cold,” he’ll tell you as he wraps his hand around yours, claiming that it’s because a human’s body temperature runs lower than a witcher’s; it’s only natural that he do this for you

You’re not quite sure why he’s been more clingy lately, but you certainly aren’t complaining— he’s been flustering you lately, and you hope he doesn’t see you as a friend…

Because of his actions, you’ve realized that you want to be more than friends

You can’t not love him

You can’t not fall for his smile, or the calluses on his hands, the way his scar makes his lip quirk up, and the way he knows what he wants

The second time you say it, it’s a couple weeks later, and your heart is practically in your throat, your tone not betraying you as you speak the words he’s been waiting to hear

“Goodnight, Eskel.” You clutch your hand to your chest, hoping he hadn’t heard your sharp intake of breath. “Love you, and see you in the morning.”

You quickly close the door to your rented room, not wanting to see his response and you cover your face with your hands, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks

There’s no going back now… you really mean it when you say it, and you don’t know how often you’ll be able to say it without him realizing your true feelings and intentions

Hopefully, if he doesn’t return your feelings, you can just brush it off as something you say to everyone

You appreciate his company, but Melitele above, you’d love to be more than just friends if he’d allow you to

That night, he doesn’t get any sleep— none at all

He thought he would be ecstatic to hear it, but instead all he’s felt is this gnawing sense of dread and guilt

Once might have been an accident, but for you to tell him that you love him for a second time?

It’s not that he’s unhappy, but he doesn’t know why you say it— why him?

The more he thinks about it, the more conflicted he feels

You’re too good and perfect and unattainable in his eyes, to be with him would only destroy you

He spends a lot of time that night staring at his reflection in the mirror, filled with self-loathing as he wonders what you could possibly see in him

He’s a witcher, he’ll spend his life on The Path and die on it. He’s lived a long life so far, but nothing is ever certain. And even if he doesn’t die soon, what if you do? You’re a human— he doesn’t know if he’d be able to handle loving you, knowing that one of you will have to leave before the other

The last few weeks have been a momentary lapse of judgement— he won’t allow his selfish feelings to drag you down

Going forward, he’s still sweet, constantly looking out for you and ensuring your comfort as you travel, but he seems a bit more hesitant

The touches he used to indulge in and let linger are kept brief, as though punishing himself for succumbing to his feelings

You don’t know what’s going on in his head, you’re worried that you’ve done something to upset him, that maybe you’re moving too fast, or that you’ve fucked up whatever companionship you had

You give him a bit more space in response, hoping not to pressure him into anything he doesn’t want— if he needs space, you’re more than willing to give it to him, no questions asked

He misunderstands this; he thinks that you’re retracting your love away, that it’s conditional and that you’ve realized he can’t love you the way you deserve

He wouldn’t blame you for feeling that way

Things are a bit awkward for most of the week, conversations feel forced and everything is said and done with hesitation

Maybe he just isn’t a words guy, you figure— maybe you just need to show him through actions to take it slower

It seems like he doesn’t like physical touch anymore, maybe he was initially forcing himself to do it to please you?

You would never want him to feel obligated to do something he doesn’t enjoy! You just need to be more creative in showing your affections

You start to do things like spoiling Scorpion and brushing her when Eskel is out, you try to cook the foods he likes with what meager supplies you have, and you start to stay up later so that you can stay on night watch duty longer than usual because you want him to get enough sleep, etc.

He’s confused— he thought you didn’t love him anymore, but now you’re being so sweet and caring and careful, he doesn’t know what this means

Perhaps this just meant that you still love him as a friend, even if not as a lover?

You’re both idiots in love— and you’re both completely misunderstanding each other

He starts traveling slower so that you don’t tire yourself out, he makes sure you’re getting more than enough to eat, and sometimes he’ll sit next to you at night, neither of you wanting the other to leave

He’s grateful that you care for him, in any way, shape, or form

He does his best to stomp out his budding romantic affections for you— he would hate to betray your trust in this friendship by doing or reading into things with romantic intent

You’re happy with the way he’s responded to your affections so far— acts of service and quality time seems to work well for him; he’s started to spend more time in your company again and things are less tense

You come to the conclusion that he didn’t say “I love you” or anything back after said it because he wasn’t ready

You’re aware of the risks and dangers that comes with being a witcher, and so you make sure not to say it again— you wouldn’t purposefully put him in an awkward situation if you know it would stress him out and create a rift between you two

He probably felt uncomfortable about your i love yous, maybe it was just too sudden— it’s okay though, you’ll wait till he’s ready

People can be in a relationship without saying “i love you all” the time; maybe he’s the type of person who only says it at important times

Since you don’t say “i love you” to him anymore, he thinks you’re truly done with him; he’s doing his best not to cross the line between friends, but he still loves you

He’s a fool for thinking he could only stay a little bit in love with you

He feels selfish, but also feels like deserves as some sort of retribution— of course you wouldn’t love him back, his stupidity is why he’s feeling so upset; he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up in the first place

“I can’t do this anymore,” he starts one night, looking at the campfire as he speaks. “I feel like I’m betraying you.”

“What do you mean?” You stop writing in the bestiary, closing the journal to give him your full attention.

“I’ll give you to another witcher tomorrow. Lambert typically takes jobs in this area, so he’ll do a good job of protecting you when you go with him. If you give him lots of beer, he’ll tell you anything you need for your bestiary.”

When you don’t respond, he sighs, making himself clearer. “I’m saying this so that you can start packing for tomorrow when you leave.”

Is this his way of rejecting you?

“Eskel,” you look him in the eye, “did I do something wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

You can feel your eyes burn with unshed tears as he turns away

“It’s okay if you don’t love me back,” your voice breaks as tears start to fall, “but please don’t push me away.”

When you start to cry, you don’t immediately stop, and he’s at a loss for what to do

He rushes to your side, awkwardly placing his large hand on your shoulder and rubbing circles to calm you down, but that only serves to make you cry harder

Why is he being so nice when he’s breaking your heart?

“I didn’t want to make you cry. I’m sorry.” His voice is small and gentle, as though he’s afraid of scaring you away. “Is there anything I can do to help you stop?”

“Why are you doing this?” You feel your lip wobble as you try your best to stop crying. “I’m not going to be able to fall out of love with you at this rate.”

Eskel thinks about things that you’ve said, things that you’ve done, hoping that something would give him a clue about how to calm you down

“Wait,” he thinks back on your previous words, confusion thick in his voice, “Love you back? Fall out of love with me? What are you talking about?”

You’re getting a bit more upset. Why is he rubbing salt in your wounds when he knows exactly why you’re crying?

“Eskel.” Your voice sharp because you’re exasperated and tired and embarrassed. You just want to leave this conversation. “I’m saying that I’m in love with you, and I know you don’t feel the same way. I’ve been trying to make this relationship work, but nothing I ever do seems to work for you.”

You push his hand off you and stand up to start angrily pacing, needing to get some restless energy out as you talk.

“I tried to tell you that I love you, but you never said anything back, and so I didn’t want to rush you or push you into saying it out of obligation.” You huff out a broken laugh. “I start trying to show my love for you through actions after we practically avoided each other for a week, and I thought it was going well! But clearly,” you gesture between yourself and him, “it’s not.”

He’s very very confused, and you’re very very upset

“You love me?” He points to himself as though there’s anyone else there but you two

“Yes, Eskel. I fucking love you. I’ve tried to be a good partner for you in this relationship, but you keep giving me mixed messages! Like— one week something is good and then the next you avoid me for doing it?”

“Hold on,” he walks over to you, holding your shoulders again so that you stop pacing. “We’re in a relationship? You love me romantically?”

“Yes! What do you not get, Eskel?”

You’ve clearly spelled everything out for him, but you repeat it anyways just so that he can get it through his skull. “I love you, Eskel. We were dating, and now you’re pushing me onto another witcher because you realized you don’t actually love me back, and that you don’t want to be around me anymore!”

He doesn’t know what to really say to this— I mean… where does he start?

“I didn’t know you loved me.” He decides that’s a good place to start, seeing how you begin to deflate as he finally contributes to the conversation. “I didn’t know we were in a relationship.”

“Huh?”

“I thought I was the one with unrequited feelings for you, and I was giving you to Lambert because I was betraying you by not being able to keep my affections for you platonic.”

You both stand in silence for a while, trying to make sense of this

“Eskel,” you grab his hands and hold them in yours. “I love you. Your feelings aren’t unrequited, and I don’t want to be under Lambert’s care. I love you and only you.”

A lovestruck grin is plastered on his face, and you can’t help but to fall a little bit more in love

“I love you. Please date me.” He smiles as he starts leaning in, eyes practically shining with joy and adoration

“Our first date can be getting drinks, because Melitele knows I need one after this.” You reach up to kiss him on the lips, and relief spreads through you as his chapped lips meet yours

He pulls you closer to him, savoring the moment he’s daydreamed about for weeks as he releases the feelings he’s held back

When you’re finally done, you’re slightly out of breath, and he has a blush on his face

“I told you that I loved you like, twice.”

“In my defense,” he fiddles with his fingers, “I thought you meant it platonically.”

“…So, do-over?” You give an awkward smile, a bit embarrassed about your behavior earlier.

“Yes please.”

You chuckle, suddenly feeling tired as the stress leaves your body

“So I can travel with you? You’re not going to give me to Lambert?”

He positions himself so that he can hug you from behind, inhaling the scent of you as though claiming that your very being is his alone

“You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

When you eventually release each other, you both start getting ready to hit the hay, deciding that you’re both safe enough to not need night watch since you’re close to the next town

While you’re getting ready, you can’t stop yourself from going back to kiss him every few minutes, and he gladly indulges you

You put your bedrolls next to each other and cuddle up, shifting around a bit until you’re laying on his chest, enjoying the way it rises and falls with each breath

“Goodnight, Eskel. I love you. Romantically.”

He laughs and you feel the deep rumbling from him

“Goodnight, my mate. I love you romantically too.”

You easily fall into sleep, feeling safe in his arms

Hours later you awaken to him nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, and you gently brush his hair out of his face with your hand

“Hi there, how long have you been up?”

He kisses your neck, enjoying the way your pulse quickens. “A while. I wasn’t bored though.”

You smile and lean in to give him a gentle kiss, so glad that you can stay by his side

After packing up and heading into town, you finally meet the Lambert he was talking about

“This is my mate.” Is how he introduces you, puffing out his chest a bit as though challenging Lambert to disagree.

Lambert simply raises his eyebrow and gives you a quick once over. “I could tell. Your scent is all over them, you even marked them!”

You turn to Eskel confused and he only looks away in response

When you look to Lambert for clarification, he points to his neck and mouths “hickeys”

Oh.

Oh.

That’s what Eskel was doing this morning.

Your hands fly up to your neck, wondering how many there are.

“Eskel! Why didn’t you tell me they were showing?”

“Hm? It shows people that I love you.” He speaks as though that was obvious, not knowing why your face was so red

Lambert laughs at you, patting you on the shoulder, much to Eskel’s displeasure

“So, let’s grab a table, grab some drinks, and you can tell me how you lovebirds met.”

Needless to say, Lambert absolutely loses his shit at your guys’ retelling of the story, but the embarrassment is absolutely worth it as Eskel squeezes your hand under the table

[danceinshadowundermoonlight]

Stinky adorable man.