#eskel/jaskier/geralt

[thedemonofcat]

“It’s strange.”

“Hmmmm?”

“I’ve been on the road most of my life,” Jaskier says, “yet you’re the only witcher I’ve ever met. You would think I’d have stumbled upon at least one other.”

Geralt chews slowly, thinking of how strongly Jaskier smells of his territorial pheromones. How his kind were careful to treat one another’s mates with caution, lest they inadvertently cause conflict within their dwindling numbers.

He hadn’t thought about it before, but other witchers probably assume Jaskier is his mate and act accordingly.

Geralt shrugs. “It’s a big continent.”

It was bound to happen sooner or later: Geralt and Jaskier would eventually cross paths with one of Geralt's brothers. As it turned out, it was Eskel—which, Geralt thought, was probably the best possible outcome.

“Nice to meet you,” Jaskier said warmly, extending a hand to Eskel with a friendly smile. He didn’t notice the quick glance Eskel shot Geralt’s way, as if seeking permission to shake his hand. Geralt gave a subtle nod, signaling it was fine.

As Eskel took Jaskier’s hand, Geralt unconsciously moved a little closer, his presence protective.

“It’s good to finally meet Geralt’s mate,” Eskel said.

“Geralt’s what?” Jaskier asked, bewildered.

[ladycibia]

please give Chibi Geralt a very strong and warm hug, he is so precious 🙏❤❤

Will do. 💖

[blooms-in-april]

"Here."

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

"She's for you." Eskel says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laughs, and there is no melody in it.

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

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 71

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

[0dde11eth]

Poor vesemir, he tries to give his pups life lessons beyond being a witcher, but this is the kaer MORONS we are talking about. The following occurs when they are all trying to make dinner one evening.

Papa vesemir: ok boys familiarize yourself with the spices, these can make walking the path a little nicer, as you can look forward to a delicious meal at the end of a rough day

So they go over to the spice rack to read the labels.

Eskel: basil, oregano, cilantro (yuck), coriander, thyme, paprika...

Geralt: hmm, ground pepper, sounds spicy. Hmm, not sure I like the sound of garlic, seems spicier...

Lambert: cinnamon, nutmeg. Cum? DRIED CUM!?!?!

Eskel: what?? Cum?? Is this a prank??

Geralt: did jaskier put you up to this??

Lambert: I'm not fucking eating dried cum!!!

Papa vesemir: Its CUMIN YOU IDIOTS. that's it! Everyone out of my kitchen and go run the walls, everyones getting plain boiled potatoes for the rest of the week!

Geralt: yay! Finally some good food!

Papa Vesemir: OUT!!!

Jaskier (in the background): *dumping a mouthful of the dried "cum" in his mouth and then gagging* that's NOT CUM!

Papa vesemir: *internally* I bet guxart doesn't have this problem with the cat witchers

*** across the continent at the cat caravan***

Aiden: *gagging* that's NOT CUM!

Guxart: *internally* I bet vesemir doesn't have this problem with the wolf witchers

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Lambert: I think Geralt should be celibate from now on

Vesemir: Why are you concerned about Geralt's sex life?

Lambert: He's a crazy magnet. Wanting Geralt is a red flag. Name one person he's slept with who isn't nuts

Eskel: Jaskier?

Lambert: Look me in my eyes and tell me that little grackle wouldn't commit regicide if he thought he could get away with it

[eskelhashugetitties]

Girlfriend say something normal about Joey Batey challenge (failed)

[fanby-fckry]

Ciri: *angrily* ARE YOU-

Jaskier: *calmly* Fucking

Ciri: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Jaskier: Fucking

Ciri: IDIOT!

Eskel: ...what was that?

Jaskier: Yen and Geralt banned Ciri from swearing, so I’ve volunteered to help her out.

[whywouldisayprinter]

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

[thedemonofcat]

What if Jaskier was cursed or something, and it was not only fatal but likely to kill a whole bunch of people.

Jaskier puts out a contract with a stipulation: "Not Geralt of Rivia".

It's not because of the mountain. As hurt as Jaskier still is, he has faith in Geralt's abilities and his compassion. There was no witcher Jaskier trusted more.

However, Jaskier had seen many curses. He knew his was a bitch and may very well end poorly. If that happened, Geralt would have to kill him.

And, Jaskier knew Geralt hated killing people. Especially ones he knew well. Despite any resentment Geralt may hold, Jaskier knew the wolf would be burdened by the deed. He wouldn't be able to see it as the mercy it was.

Unfortunately, the witcher who did answer the contract was one of Geralt's brothers, and he took it upon himself to write the white wolf.

The sound of hooves jolted Jaskier awake. He had been feeling increasingly exhausted ever since the curse had taken hold, draining him in ways he couldn’t fully describe. With a weary groan, he swung his legs out of bed and shuffled toward the front door.

“Let me see him,” Geralt’s voice rang out, tense and commanding.

“I will, but you need to calm down,” Eskel replied, his tone firm but understanding. The witcher Jaskier had hired to end his suffering sounded exasperated. “He’s sick, Geralt. It’s a curse, and it’s bad.”

Jaskier hesitated, eavesdropping as guilt and frustration churned in his gut. Finally, he stepped outside, interrupting the heated exchange. “Geralt, what are you doing here?”

At the sight of him, Geralt strode forward, his movements urgent yet careful. He cupped Jaskier’s face in his calloused hands, his expression softening with both relief and alarm. “I got a letter saying you were cursed,” he murmured, his golden eyes scanning Jaskier’s pallid face. “It’s alright. I’m here now. I can fix this. We’ll figure it out, and everything will go back to the way it was.”

There was a crack in Geralt’s voice, a desperation that Jaskier hadn’t heard before.

“You can’t save me,” Jaskier rasped, his voice breaking with emotion. If he weren’t so drained, he might have wept.

“I have to save you,” Geralt whispered fiercely, his grip tightening. “I have you back. I won’t lose you.”

“Just stop!” Jaskier snapped, his voice rising. Suddenly, a faint glow emanated from his skin, and Geralt’s hands jerked away as though scalded. He glanced at his palms, now marked with small, reddened burns.

Before either could fully process what was happening, Eskel stepped in, casting the Axii sign. Jaskier’s frantic breathing slowed as calm washed over him.

“You’re alright. You’re calm now,” Eskel said, his voice soothing as he gently took hold of Jaskier’s arms. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

As Eskel guided him inside, Geralt stood frozen, staring at his singed hands. His jaw tightened.

This was the curse Rience had inflicted on Jaskier: a slow, insidious burn from within, one that worsened with strong emotion. If left unchecked, the bard’s fiery outbursts could ignite into an inferno capable of devastating everything for miles.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

What Jaskier sees daily as he wanders the grounds of Kaer Morhen

(Vesemir is crying in a corner somewhere because his sons are idiots)

[bluedillylee]

Happy Holidays everyone 🥳🎄🍾🎉

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[geraskierfanficprompts]

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

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

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

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

[0dde11eth]

Geralt walking towards the great hall, through the doorway he sees jaskier flying through the air

His heart stops and then speeds up to near human speed

Then he sees jaskier running back from the direction he flew

Then flying through the air again

Lambert and eskel are enjoying throwing him into a pile of cushions and jaskier keeps running back for more

[ladycibia]

Heyyy, I kinda forgot it yesterday but I hope you had a nice birthday!! 💖

One month late BUT aaaaa thank you so much!!! ;___; 💖💖💖 you remembered! My birthday was ok, I felt a little bit lonely for some reasons, but I had a nice day! Once again, thank you very much!! ;v; May the Fourth be with you (even if it's almost...June...ahah...ah. Sorry)

[turtlesandalpacas]

The Accidental Warlord and His Pack (inexplicifics) and Kaer Morhen's Fanon Hot Springs (round_robin) did more for this fandom than Netflix ever could