#Eskel x Iorveth

[lif3lessb0dy]

iorveth headcanon; you're Geralt's adoptive daughter and have a birthday

well, you're almost 100 years old but for him you're a little child

he found you fighting for your life in a street arena

and decided to take you with him (well, he just saw magical necklace and wanted to show that Triss)

when Geralt had amnesia you were looking for him and finished up in Flotsam. you were in the wrong place at the wrong time so you met Iorveth by accident.

firstly he was surprised that you went here unnoticed by his guards.

well, you two are like grumpy x sunshine, enemies to friends to lovers ig

when Vesemir said that you're going to have a birthday party in Kaer Morhen you immediately thought about Iorveth

did they invite him?

yes. you were on a mission just like Iorveth so you two arrived at different times

everything was ready for you, as soon as you crossed the gate, happy Ciri ran out to you

"come with me, it's nice to see you"

you entered the main chamber and saw all of the witchers + some friends of you and Geralt

yup, Vernon Roche was there. You didn't know why Geralt invited him but you hoped that he wouldn't make troubles

and then you saw a red scarf

you greeted the witchers and sorcerers, all that while looking at the place where you saw the scarf

"hello (name), you didn't expect me here, do you?"

"well, to be honest, you are always near me"

"to be honest can you just shut up?" said Lambert

Keira, Triss and Yennefer in the same place at the same time... That can't end up good

of course Jaskier must have said something about Roche and Iorveth which make Vernon angry

Iorveth wasn't very comfortable because it was his first meeting with your, ekhem, "family", ekhem.

well, he found that Vesemir and Eskel share common ground with him

you mostly talked with Ciri, because you two really haven't seen each other for a while

while means sth like 10years?

the first person who started singing birthday songs was ofc Jaskier

all the time Ciri shoved Iorveth towards you "by accident".

Geralt was like a typical father. He stared at Iorveth when he tried to hug/kiss/do anything to you.

Lambert was kinda like an older brother who wants to kill anyone that touches her little sister but didn't show that as much as Geralt

Yennefer had enough with those mf

Triss was happy to see you but every Geralt x Yen scene makes her drink even more alcohol (she really wants to recover after her unrequited love)

Eskel had tried to talk with Iorveth before you arrived, but they both were stressed and awkward towards each other (Iorveth was too serious when Eskel tried to joke. He really wanted to make the best first impression but... But kinda failed. Well, even so, they became friends)

at the end of the day every one of you was exhausted

THE CAKE!

well, Yennefer wanted to do purple cake and Triss green.

surprise! You have two cakes!!

[continentcakeshop]

Reverse casting time!!!! Cakeshop peeps as Witcher characters. Go!!!

ALRIGHT I spent like 2 hours on this and the shenanigans that happened with everyone laughing and helping out... BUT ITS LONG. So it's behind a cut. It's not complete, because oh man I gotta go do errands, but we did our best!

@on-a-lucky-tide is immediately our Eskel @hungarianbee as Erland @lookoutrogue is Coen @major-trouble is the best Valdo ever but countered with @sometimesiwrite as Essi (she LIVES THO) @trickstermoose67 is Ciri ... but @so--many-fandoms is Baby Ciri (from W3, with the freckles) @jayofolympus is Serrit @frenchkey is Auckes @tumbleweedtech I'm claiming Keldar thanks @angry-cajun-lady is Gaetan @lohrendrell is Ivo @thirstyforred is Jacques de Aldersberg @stellecraft is Nenneke @round--robin is Arnaghad @piranhaincaps is Gezras @greenbirddraws is Letho @anonymousblueberry is Ves @cylin-aka-ankamo is Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy @liaonyxrayne is Dettlaff @jlyarts is Kiyan @justhereforeskel is Lil' Bleater @justleaf is Iorveth @zzzett is Isengrim @whysowlowl is Philippa @heyriel-art is Vesemir @eyesofshinigami is Shani @lokibus is Geralt (complete with horse pics) @straysinfiltrator is Meve @iboughtaplant is Gascon (she has the BEST boy) @pressedinthepages is Angoulême @jaskiersvalley is Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach obscure potato is Reynard @Towelapocalyse is Aiden @andtosatvrn is Ivar @disaster-imp is Lambert @resident-beekeeper is the beekeeper that Regis thinks is a werewolf? sdorim is an npc who wrote punny letters to Geralt @winter-fir is a farmer NPC. Her rakes are not broken, and if you press X you get an 🍎 And who you've probably been waiting for? @skaldingrayne would be Jaskier.

[metalgearwitcher]

What I WILL write: Fluff Angst Hurt/Comfort Gender Neutral reader Fem Reader Male Reader MLM, MLW WLW Platonic (all underage characters are auto-platonic) Smut Pregnancy dark topics (suicide, murder, death, sh etc) canon typical violence ( there is a lot of it in these franchises, they are anti war stories afterall maybe not depicting some of the things that happen in canon it but I can still reference them )

Will Not Write Non-con Yandere Underage "disturbing" kinks (usually meaning involving noncon partners, violence or bodily functions, mostly) feel free to ask if your kink is ok or not) Character x Character AUs ( sorry not my thing)

I will not judge you at all for any kinks or personal interests - do not be afraid to message me with any questions you have

will some detail with the requests like a prompt, but not so much that I'm just writing your OC

am a slow writer. I might take a while to finish a request

If there is a character that isn't on the following lists, ask about them to see if I write for them

character list below the RM

Metal Gear

I'm not familiar enough with metal gear rising to write for those characters but most of the others are fair game

MGS character list

Solid Snake

Big Boss or Naked Snake

Revolver Ocelot

Otacon

Meryl Silverburgh

Johnny Sasaki

Sniper Wolf

Zero

EVA

Para-Medic

Kazuhira Miller

Strangelove

Cécile

Venom Snake

Quiet

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The Witcher Iv only gone through the Witcher 3 so I'm not familiar with the previous games, so I will do research to write for some of the more popular characters like Vernon Roche and Iorveth

This is based on the game version the characters not the tv show. I still like the show I just think there should be more content for the game characters ( though I might make an exemption for Jaskier I love him too much to exclude)

I'm not finished with the book series yet but I may included details from it and reference book only stuff or use characterization if there isn't enough detail for them in the games, I will probably add more characters when I'm finished with the books, like Milva

Witcher character list Ciri

Geralt of Rivia

Dandelion

Jaskier (TV)

Triss Merigold

Shani

Vesemir

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Eskel

Lambert

Vernon Roche

Iorveth

Cerys an Craite

Regis

Ves

[justleaf]

Welcome to my forest.

I'm currently on a hiatus because of carpal tunnel syndrome, so any updates will be few and far-between for the foreseeable future.

Here is the masterlist of my written works.

PLOT-FOCUSED

Always [ongoing] Iorveth x Roche | M | 36k | Read it on AO3

It Took Years Iorveth x Roche | E | 66k | Read it on AO3

Something Soft Iorveth x Roche | G | 8k | Read it on AO3

Bonus: Cut Content Collection Iorveth x Roche | G | Varying | Read it on Tumblr

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CRACK

Here be Tiddies Eskel x Geralt | T | 2k | Read it on AO3

All His Heart [google translated version] Geralt x Iorveth x Roche | M | 1k | Read it on Tumblr

Getting Together Multiple Couples | M | 0.4k | Read it on Tumblr

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SMUT

Stay the Night Iorveth x Roche | E | 2.2k | Read it on AO3 | Sequel on Tumblr

Words Geralt x Iorveth | E | 2k | Read it on AO3

Relentless Iorveth x Roche | E | 2.4k | Read it on AO3

Could Last Forever Iorveth x Roche | E | 5.9k | Read it on AO3

All His Heart Geralt x Iorveth x Roche | E | 3.1k | Read it on AO3

Constraints of Time Multiple Couples | E | 11k | Read it on AO3

The Yellow Skies Lambert x Ciri | E | 3.3k | Read it on AO3

Where He Least Expected [abandoned] Scoia'tael x Roche | E | 10.7k | Read it on AO3

Free Room & Board Multiple Couples | E | 11k | Read it on AO3

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DRABBLES

You can find my collection of drabbles by clicking the eponymous tag below.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses Undoing Byleth x Seteth | E | 2k | Read it on AO3

Hades: The Video Game The Luckiest God Hypnos x Zagreus | T | 3k | Read it on AO3

Original Work The Rain Has A Voice [abandoned] Original Characters | T | Read it on Wattpad

[blackberrywars]

Requests for Witcher Ficlets!

What: Me taking requests for 500-1000 word witcher ficlets because I’m home for the holidays and I need something to do!

When: 12/27-1/10

Rules:

Most game/show characters and ships  are welcome! As a fair warning, I don’t know a lot about book canon, but I will do my best to research and deliver on any requests from that angle

Modern/Alternate AUs are accepted and appreciated!

I will take up to 3 requests per person! Please flood my ask box, for it is barren as a desert and dry as my mouth at 3am.

NSFW requests are welcome! I will write a wide variety of kinks, but it is case-by-case, and there are some I won’t do. Still, don’t be shy, my anon is available, and I will answer any respectful questions via ask/PM

Limited Dead Dove. Acceptance will be case-by-case, but I will do canon-typical types of violence, whump, and taboos. Rape is off the table as far as an actual scene, but references are allowed

Recommendations: I am very excited to branch out of my comfort zone with this, so feel free to go buckwild, but if you want recommendations of stuff I’m more practiced at, I have a masterpost over on my page. The following is a list of stuff I’ve posted, drafted, or am otherwise really into.

Fem!Lambert x Fem!Aiden (it’s my brand and my specialty)

School of the Cat/Dyn Marv (group dynamics + partners)

School of the Wolf (both brotherly and romantic)

School of the Bear (particularly Arnaghad, Ivo, and Junod)

Nenneke (bamf and milf supreme)

Witchers & Whores (as allies)

Iorveth x Roche (I’ve seen a lot of content for them recently, and go absolutely wild over the fics/art where Roche is revealed as a half-elf)

Ves (she’s so hot and she loves knives and I wanna be her)

Previous Fills: I’ve done this thing exactly once before, and it was a blast, so if you want to check out what you can expect, these are the two prompts I received last time

Waltzing Wolves: a Super-soldier Spy AU for Gereskel + Jaskier, where Geralt drools over Eskel waltzing like a suave gentlemen, with ART by the amazing original requester, @whyzowl!

Kitten Shenanigans: Guxart learns a way to manage his unruly kittens while also developing their skills. Vesemir is only a little horrified. Done for my dear @halehathnofury.

I will accept requests from now until midnight on January 10th, 2023! Ficlets will be posted as soon as I get them done because I have zero self-control.

[aretuxza]

hmm thinking i might add canon characters to my muse list too idk.... mainly cuz of rereading the series + the next gen update for w3 coming out soon.

like can someone pls give me my dream headcanon plots of either: 

the complexity of transitioning from dangerous monster hunting & political/magical scheming life to mundane civilian life in the land of blood love & wine ???  (preferably yen x geralt centric).

or a plot revolving around the results of removing two key players in novigrad’s underworld and how the “free” city fairs now with the newly formed breeding ground of the syndicate (from the gwent faction/expansion).

maybe even a plot that goes into what is left of the mage community and whether or not those who are left will rebuild the past (the ruined institution of aretuza) or carve out a new future (something similar to the elven state of dol blathanna but for mages ??)

orrr exploring more of the continent far south beyond nilfgaard to ofir that is only breifly mentioned in the hearts of stone expansion and the consequences of geralt’s actions in slaying the prince ???

heck even a deeper look into the life of the witcher schools maybe before/after the collapse of them all ?? either through the lens of key figures (geralt, eskel, lambert, gaetan, letho, ivar, erland, keldar, gezras, etc.)

a plot revolving the future of skellige ??? (either of the an craites as the ruler) and the potential turmoil that surrounds whether or not there will be a civil war between the clans of the isles or how members of the clans try to undermine the new ruler through politics or combat ??????

omg not the mention a plot involving the scoia'tael (which include all non-humans not just elves !!) and how they manage to keep the fight alive even through the warring northern kingdoms with nilfgaard (witcher 3 cut content with iorveth) ???

speaking of cut content ... a plot that includes the search for a cure to the catriona plague (involving keira, lambert, geralt, ciri, shani ????).

i have a few other crackpot/headcanon plot ideas i have floating around in my head but these are the ones i could write down into somewhat coherent sentences. if anyone wants to even attempt plotting or making a thread out of these i would owe you my life honestly LMAO

[lucius-the-sinful]

I was tagged by @omgkalyppso for a get to know you post! Thank you for the tag <3

Some Ships:

Zafir (witcher oc) x Dandelion x Yennefer x Geralt (sometimes)

Helón Drevus (dragonborn oc) x Teldryn Sero

Balthazar (tes oc) x Serana

Lysanthiir Alkinan (vestige oc) x Fennorian

Draven (durge oc) x Shadowheart x Halsin

Alabaster Shepard (mass effect oc) x Garrus Vakarian

Vernon Roche x Iorveth

Lambert x Eskel

Legolas x Gimli

Alucard x Trevor Belmont x Sypha

Last Film:

Barbie and I still have the Ken song in repeat in my brain. I really loved the whole movie.

Currently Watching:

I don't watch too many TV shows but I needed to see season 2 of Loki (feeling very meh compared to season 1 but could honestly be just because I really don't like Marvel that much anymore). Also just finished season 2 of Our Flag Means Death (really no notes, very camp, very gay, very pirates). My partner and I were watching Star Trek: Enterprise but my attention span just doesn't want to keep up with it.

Currently Reading:

I'm waiting to get an iPad but I started reading The Witcher. I am about halfway through and I am enjoying it a lot, although it really makes the Netflix series look pretty meh. There are so many details they missed in the first season that would have made it work better. I also tried to read Stephen King's Fairy Tale earlier this year and I couldn't even get halfway because the pacing is slug slow. When I get my iPad I want to read Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo and In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klume.

Currently Playing:

I've paused my BG3 playthrough(s) to curve some burnout but will probably return to it soon. My friends and I have been playing Risk of Rain 2 and Lethal Company in the evenings, and I've been grinding the event in ESO. I've been getting the itch to play Red Dead Redemption 2 but I would have to uninstall Mass Effect, which I'm not fully ready to commit to yet as I still have 2 or 3 playthroughs of that I would like to finish. Plus, mods :(

Currently Consuming:

Coffee with pumpkin spice creamer and a chocolate breakfast protein shake with a little extra chocolate sauce and dairy free milk.

Currently Craving:

Attention from my partner (who is at work), the next D&D session, art of Galethor or Zafir, and more time before work to crochet.

Tagging anyone who wishes to participate.

[heartoferebor]

Hooooo boy, we’re getting grim now for this fic and the next three. Take note of the warnings. Saddle in, darlings. Today’s prompt was from @punchsomeoneforme-willyou​ - it’s quite a sensitive one so I’ve used in a slightly-different way. You can read the detailed explanation/warning in the author’s note on AO3.

Prompt: Self-inflicted wound Fandom/Series: The Witcher Characters: Eskel, Iorveth Pairing: Iorveth/Eskel Rating: M Length: 2,692 words Summary: Eskel and Iorveth are in dire straits, hunted by some villagers. Eskel, at least, comes up with a desperate solution. Warnings: fantastic racism (against elves + anti witcher sentiments), whump, angst, hurt/comfort, implied torture, graphic violence, near death, attempted execution rescue missions, self-inflicted wounds.

“Come on, Eskel. You have to move.” Iorveth drags him along, trying to ignore the muted howl of pain rising up from Eskel’s throat. The Wolf tries to fall into step with him but collapses on the ground again, his weight too great for Iorveth to catch him safely. He tries anyway, only for his hands to come away bloody as Eskel slips through his grasp.

“No.” Iorveth grits his teeth and tries to heft him back up again.

“Iorveth.” Eskel’s voice is weak, barely more than a whisper. There is blood on his lips, too, from where he has bitten his tongue, although it pales in comparison against the amount of blood on his shirt and pants. The crossbow bolt sits deep in Eskel’s skin, too deep to pull out with no medical supplies or potions nearby. He reaches up, arm shaking. “Iorveth. Stop.”

“No!” Iorveth’s chest is heaving when he stares down at Eskel. He thinks of the Ravine of the Hydra. Of Ciaran. Not again. Not again.

“You need to go.” Eskel’s fingers close around Iorveth’s wrist in one last bout of desperate strength. “Leave me here and run.”

“They saw you with me. They’ll torture you once they get their hands on you. They’ll do anything to find out where I am. If I leave you, you’re dead.” Iorveth knows how harsh his voice sounds. Eskel shakes his head.

“They don’t know. I can tell them that you took me captive. And you used me as a shield and left me behind because you thought I’d die.”

“They’ll never believe you. What reason would I have to capture a witcher?”

[bloededhoine]

i feel that we, as a fandom, are not paying adequate attention to cdpr's stickers

i mean... these are perfect

[sociallyawkward--fics]

Last Christmas

Here it is, lol. The fic I wrote last night with Wham!’s “Last Christmas” on repeat for literally Three Hours Straight lol. It is entirely unedited except for me having a friend read it over briefly and them go “you’re missing a period here” and nothing else lol. Please be kind though, I have not written for months and any Christmas fics I’m posting are more just warm-ups to get me back to the level of writing I was before I accidentally took a break, cuz no way I’m jumping back into my Big Projects without getting myself back up to par lol

ALSO, I know Jaskier seems like,,, really aggressive towards Yen in this fic. She's not meant to be a villain! Jaskier just is jealous and sad so he takes it out on her a little bit, which is definitely not the right thing to do but I think it's a very human thing to do. After this I imagine them going for coffee or smth and just lovingly trash-talking Geralt and realizing "wow we can actually be decent friends" lol

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types; Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game); The Witcher (TV); Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski

Relationship: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion; Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia; Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg; Triss Merigold; Zoltan Chivay; Iorveth (The Witcher); Eskel (The Witcher); Vernon Roche

Additional Tags: eskel triss iorveth and roche are barely-there btw; Jealous Jaskier | Dandelion; Mistletoe; Getting Together; Misunderstandings; Miscommunication; Past Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg; Alcohol; Drinking; Smoking; (very briefly) - Freeform; Communication; Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings; Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia; Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia; Jaskier | Dandelion Has Feelings; Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Loves Jaskier | Dandelion; Mutual Pining; Kissing; Hugs; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers; Alternate Universe - No Powers; Holidays; Christmas; Christmas Party

Word Count: 3614 words

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It took an embarrassing amount of time for Jaskier to work up the courage to leave his car. Instead he sat there, heat off and car growing increasingly frosty, forehead against the steering wheel as he bemoaned his own very existence. He did not want to go to this party, which was very out of character for him.

But Jaskier couldn’t take another repeat of last year’s holiday party. And he knew the second he saw Geralt, he would be back there again.

They had both been decently tipsy, which was their first mistake, but Jaskier knew that neither of them were drunk. That’s why he had been so shocked when Geralt made the first move, pressing him up against the wall to the men’s room and ravishing his mouth. They’d gone home together to Jaskier’s flat and had a wonderful night together, but Geralt had been gone come morning.

They never spoke of that night. And by the next week, Geralt had been back in his on-again, off-again relationship with Yennefer.

Jaskier thought he’d gotten over it. As much as he didn’t regret it, it was clear that Geralt did, and he wasn’t going to push his feelings onto the man when they were so clearly unwanted. It was a miracle their friendship survived it, with how testy they had been with each other for weeks afterward.

Jaskier took a deep breath and tightened his scarf around his neck, finally leaving his car to make his way into the hotel ballroom that Foltest had booked for the night. At least their work holiday parties weren’t held in the offices, Jaskier wouldn’t have been able to force himself back to work after last year if they were.

Jaskier’s traitorous eyes immediately sought out Geralt the moment he walked in. He wasn’t hard to find, with his striking silver hair and refusal to wear anything but black. He stuck out like a sore thumb, in the sea of red and green and gold. But god, did he look good. Unfortunately, he was already occupied with the only other person in the room who refused to wear color: Yennefer. 

Jaskier forced his eyes away, directing them instead towards the makeshift bar. Zoltan was already there, and, judging by the red on his cheeks, already several drinks in. Jaskier couldn’t exactly judge. He was going to need quite a few drinks to get through this night as well.

“Good old Dandelion!” Zoltan crowed as he approached, words only slightly slurred.

“Zoltan,” Jaskier greeted with an easy smile, nodding at the bartender. “When are you ever going to give up on that silly nickname?”

Zoltan snorted. “You’re the one who calls himself a flower, Julian.”

Jaskier shrugged. “Fair enough.”

Soon enough, Jaskier had a drink in his hand and an earful of Zoltan’s voice, accent only growing thicker and harder to understand the drunker he got. He was barely following what Zoltan was talking about, anymore. Something about his ex father-in-law’s business tanking? He seemed rather pleased by it, in any case. Jaskier probably would be to, if he wasn’t still so anxious.

“What’s got a stick up yer ass?” Zoltan asked after a while, winding down from his latest story.

“Just… not in a partying mood, I suppose.”

Zoltan laughed uproariously. “You? Not in a party mood? Never thought I’d see the day!”

Jaskier gave a half-hearted smile, knowing Zoltan was too far gone to notice that fact, and let his eyes wander the crowd. After a few drinks, he was beginning to feel pleasantly tipsy. The idea of lasting out the party was actually beginning to feel manageable, though he still felt like giving Yennefer and Geralt a wide berth. They always exploded at these things, and Jaskier didn’t want to be caught in the middle of that.

Again.

That was one fight their friendship almost hadn’t survived, and it was the worst six months of Jaskier’s life. And that was including the past twelve months after the last holiday party.

“Come on, Dandelion,” Zoltan said, and Jaskier’s attention was drawn back to the bar. “Sit down for a game of cards with me! Or perhaps a round of dice?”

Jaskier laughed, his first true laugh of the night. “I know better than to gamble with you, old friend. It’s about time I mingled, don’t you think? Give the masses what they desire.”

Zoltan laughed again and gave him a sloppy wink. “Go get ‘em, tomcat. I’ll find some other poor fool to swindle.”

Jaskier grinned. “I don’t doubt it.”

Jaskier slipped away from the bar and into the crowd. He greeted people with hugs and kisses on the cheek, making them laugh and shove him away with teasing grins. He twirled between groups of people in a carefully perfected dance, muscle memory even with the alcohol in his system.

Unfortunately, that muscle memory rather quickly led him to Geralt’s current circle of companions. Yennefer and Triss were there, clearly making an intense effort to not be at each other’s throats. Eskel was there, which wasn’t surprising: as much as a sweetheart as he was, Eskel’s social skills definitely needed some development, and he tended to use Jaskier and Geralt as a social crutch (despite the fact that his brother was even worse with people than he was). Iorveth and Vernon Roche were on opposite sides of the little circle the group had formed, and Jaskier dreaded that disaster waiting to happen.

Really, how did Geralt attract such dramatic people to him so easily?

Despite how suddenly off-kilter Jaskier felt being so close to Geralt, last year flashing through his mind, he knew he couldn’t show it. Geralt would notice, and then it would be awkward for them both, and Jaskier would never forgive himself for ruining Geralt’s Christmas two years in a row.

So he flitted around the group, being his charming self. His smile felt forced as he gave Iorveth and Roche (very awkward) one-armed hugs. His stomach churned as he kissed Triss on the cheek. His balance felt off as he waltzed into Eskel’s arms for one of his patented bear hugs (though that was likely the alcohol, now that he thought about it).

“How is it that you’re already drunk, Jaskier?” Geralt said as Jaskier pulled out of Eskel’s arms.

Jaskier shot him a cheeky grin. “Not drunk, my dear--friend. My dear friend. Merely tipsy.”

“With a stutter like that forming?” Yennefer teased, holding out her hand.

Jaskier indulged her dramatics and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, chest burning white hot all the while. His smile was probably slightly too-sharp when he stood back up again, but he couldn’t be bothered to fix it.

“The heavier side of tipsy, perhaps,” Jaskier replied, smoothly sliding in beside Geralt to drape himself over Geralt’s shoulders.

A chorus of titters and chuckles went through the circle and Jaskier furrowed his brow. He rubbed his face and ran a hand through his hair, searching for imperfections but finding none. He then looked toward Geralt for an explanation, but the poor man looked just as confused as Jaskier was.

“Aren’t you wondering why none of us were standing all that close to Geralt?” Triss asked, that coy smile Jaskier was all-too-familiar with making its way onto her lips.

And now that she mentioned that, it was odd. Yennefer was usually glued to Geralt’s other side, and Triss was almost always trying to butt her way in. Her jealousy tended to be a great deal more obvious than Jaskier’s, deliberately trying to provoke the two of them. Jaskier simply got drunk and wrote songs about unrequited love, he knew better than to try and put himself between them.

Roche rolled his eyes as Jaskier and Geralt still just stared at the group rather dumbly. He pointed upwards and their eyes followed his finger.

Geralt, very unfortunately, was halfway into a doorway. Taped to the top of the frame of said doorway was a little sprig of green. Jaskier felt his heart stop. He had to swallow to keep the bile from rising up in his throat. He pulled away from where he was leaning on Geralt. The group was still laughing and teasing good-naturedly, but Jaskier felt like his world was crashing down around him. He looked toward Eskel for help, being the kindest of the group.

Only Eskel just shrugged with a grin. “It is tradition.”

“Oh come on, now,” Yennefer said, her voice twisting around Jaskier’s throat like a noose. “We’re all adults here. Just get it over with.”

Jaskier slowly met Geralt’s eyes. He was impossible to read, even moreso than normal, and Jaskier felt that familiar pit open up in his stomach. He needed to get this over with and then smoothly make his escape. Perhaps claim he’d had more to drink than he thought and needed to call a cab.

“Jaskier?” Geralt asked quietly, barely more than a whisper.

Jaskier gave him a small smile and leaned forward. He pressed a feather-light kiss to the scruff of Geralt’s cheek before pulling away, his heart not able to take much more than that.

Jaskier couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes as he walked away.

Jaskier’s kiss was a barely-there peck to the cheek. Before Geralt could even hope to respond, he was gone.

The group’s teasing had quieted down, and Geralt dared to look up. Iorveth and Roche seemed confused, not close enough to the rest of the group to be caught up on the drama. Eskel seemed torn between beating himself up and beating Geralt up. Triss seemed guilty.

And Yennefer was just smug.

Geralt found himself grinding his teeth. Of course she was behind this (though it was clear that Triss had some hand in it, as well). Their most recent breakup, for once, had been amicable. The past few years had been hell for them, trying to make their relationship work even though they both knew it was never going anywhere. Jaskier was Yennefer’s last straw.

Geralt was more horrified that Yennefer had so easily picked up on his feelings for Jaskier than hurt by the breakup. If she had picked up on them, then surely Jaskier had?

Is that what that hauntingly sad smile Jaskier gave him before he kissed him was for? Did Jaskier pity him? Was he trying to let Geralt down easy?

“Go after him,” she said simply.

“Yen, this isn’t one of your games--”

“No,” she replied, voice suddenly terse. “So stop treating it like one and act like an adult, Geralt. I think we’ve all had quite enough of you two being like this, and it only got worse after last year’s party.”

“Which you still won’t talk about,” Triss chimed in, raising an eyebrow.

“So go talk to him.”

Geralt resisted the urge to growl. “Fine.”

Jaskier wasn’t hard to find, when you knew him as well as Geralt did. He liked to be high up when he was upset, saying it made him feel like he was getting some perspective on his problems. Geralt liked to joke that it was because he was more at home with his head in the clouds.

Jaskier was on a balcony overlooking the city, a pack of cigarettes sitting on the railing. A lit one rested between his fingers, the smoke curling into the air and entwining with the condensation trailing from his lips thanks to the cold air.

“I thought you quit,” Geralt said quietly.

Jaskier turned his head, not far enough to face Geralt but far enough to let Geralt see the wry half smile on his lips.

“You know how the holidays are,” Jaskier replied, taking a long drag from his cigarette and turning back to the cityscape.

Geralt moved forward to lean against the railing next to him, letting out a heavy sigh and watching the white vapor twist into the air. He didn’t know how to have this conversation. Between the two of them, Jaskier was by far the more emotionally intelligent one. With him shutting down like this, Geralt didn’t know what to say.

“Are you… okay?”

Jaskier snorted. “Yeah, Geralt. I’m great.”

Geralt considered the words for a few moments, turning around the tone of voice in his head. “Sarcasm,” he decided. 

It was much easier to decipher when he himself was using it, rather than try to pick out when others were.

Jaskier sighed, hanging his head. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Geralt shook his head. “What’s going on?”

Jaskier took another drag of his cigarette. “Nothing, Geralt. Don’t worry about it.”

Geralt let out a frustrated growl, not sure how else to express himself in the moment. He snatched the pack of cigarettes off the railing (breathing out a sigh of relief when only one was missing -- the one between Jaskier’s fingers) and ripped the lit one out of Jaskier’s hand, tossing both items over the edge of the balcony.

“What the fuck, Geralt?!”

Geralt stared at him. “You told me last time you quit to not let you start up again.”

Jaskier groaned and put his head into his hands. “Shit. I did, didn’t I?”

Geralt hummed an affirmative.

“Aside from saving my lungs, was there something you needed, Geralt?”

Geralt leaned back against the railing, clasping his hands together. “To know what’s had you acting so weird all night.”

He felt Jaskier’s eyes on him, could see him staring out of his peripheral, but Geralt kept his eyes on the lights of the city. With all the light pollution, it was probably as close to stars as they would get without driving out to the mountains.

“You really want to know?” Jaskier asked eventually, his voice low.

“Yes.”

“Tonight I was pressured into kissing the man that broke my heart, about a year ago now.”

Geralt flinched back, finally looking over toward Jaskier. Jaskier was still staring at him, his blue eyes almost seeming to glow in the dark of the balcony.

“Who--Who broke--”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow, face remaining impassive.

Geralt hesitated. “I broke your heart?”

Jaskier sighed and turned away, looking toward the horizon. “Last holiday party, we went home together. We made love for hours. I told you I cared for you deeply. And when I woke up, you were gone.”

Geralt wanted to say something, wanted to defend himself, but his voice felt like it was glued in his throat, unable to escape.

“Barely any time had passed before you were back in Yennefer’s pocket, not a thought given to us. And we never talked about it.”

Geralt swallowed. “I didn’t realize--”

Jaskier threw his hands up in the air, a frustrated laugh escaping his lips. Geralt’s frown deepened when he saw Jaskier’s eyes glistening.

“Didn’t realize what, Geralt? I thought I was being pretty obvious about the fact that I’m in love with you!”

“Yennefer and I broke up,” Geralt said, deciding to tackle the topic he knew how to talk about first.

Jaskier snorted, leaning his back against the railing and crossing his arms. “What else is new?”

Geralt shook his head. “For good, this time.”

Jaskier only stared at him. Geralt huffed out a breath as he searched for his words, running a hand through his hair.

“You know how… Sometimes, you can have a great friendship with each other, but when you try to date you end up being really toxic and horrible to each other? That’s me and Yen.”

“Could’ve told you that three years ago. Oh wait, I did.”

Geralt sighed. “I know. I’m sorry I didn’t listen, Jask. I just… I wanted it to work so bad, we both did. Even though we knew it never would.”

Jaskier looked down at his feet. “I know. I’m sorry for snapping like that.”

“It’s okay.”

Jaskier looked back up at him. “So what was the final nail in the coffin? What sealed the deal for you two?”

Geralt looked away, choosing a specific building to look at and staring at it intensely. His fingers itched to fiddle with something, but he forced them to stay still, clenching the freezing metal of the railing.

“I love Yen. But she and I both realized that I would never love her as much as I loved you.”

The silence stretched on for far too long and Geralt could feel his skin prickling with anxiety. His throat felt like it had swollen shut, making it difficult to breathe and impossible to get any words out. He wanted to look at Jaskier, see his reaction, but his body was locked in place.

“And if you love me so much, Geralt,” Jaskier said, his voice even more icy than the balcony railing leeching the warmth from his fingers, “why did you leave me?”

Geralt gave into the urge to fidget, reaching up for the pendant on his chest. His fingers were clumsy and numb from the cold, making him fumble, but the action was still soothing.

“I didn’t realize you meant it. Jaskier, you flirt with everyone. You’ve probably slept with half the company, and while I don’t judge you for that, I couldn’t help but feel like I was just the next notch in your bedpost.”

Jaskier dropped his face into his hands. “God, Geralt, I only slept with most of those people to try and get over you. You had Yennefer, and I was just me. I knew you would never choose me over her.”

“I am now.”

Jaskier stayed silent for a moment. “And if I decide that it’s too late?”

There was an uncomfortable burning feeling behind Geralt’s eyes and he did his best to push it back down. 

“Then I would respect your decision, and hope we could still be friends come tomorrow. I don’t want to lose you, Jask.”

Jaskier didn’t reply.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I’m sorry I was so blind to your feelings.”

“And say we did do this,” Jaskier said, his voice still guarded. “What about Yennefer?”

Geralt shook his head. “There’s nothing left for me and Yen. We’re done hurting each other for a relationship that will never feel good.” Geralt couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips as he tacked on, “Plus, with the looks Triss has been shooting her, I don’t think Yennefer will be too lonely.”

Jaskier shot him an incredulous look. “Triss and Yennefer hate each other!”

Geralt chuckled. “Yeah, when I was involved. Yen can, quite frankly, be a jealous bitch, and Triss certainly wasn’t letting up on the flirting.”

Jaskier searched his face. “And Triss?”

“There was never going to be any me and Triss, and she knew that. Honestly, I think her flirting these days has been more to toy with Yen than to actually try and woo me.”

Jaskier turned his gaze toward the night sky, a muddy brown-black-orange that ruined any hope of seeing the stars “Huh.”

“They both know there’s only one person I’m looking to woo me, anyway.”

Geralt watched Jaskier break out in a goofy, giddy smile, clearly involuntarily based on the way he quickly bit his lip to try and suppress it. Slowly, carefully, Geralt reached out for one of Jaskier’s hands, tugging gently until his arms came unravelled.

“I’m so sorry, Jaskier.”

Jaskier shook his head. “I’m sorry, too. I should’ve said something.”

“Can I hug you?”

Jaskier’s goofy smile was back and Geralt felt his heart clench. He hoped to see that smile so much more.

“Only if I can kiss you,” Jaskier replied, bouncing on his toes a little.

Geralt grinned. “I find that an acceptable trade.”

Jaskier laughed then, pulling him into a tight hug. They stayed like that for a long while, sharing heat and just soaking in each other’s presence. Slowly starting to accept that this was real, that this was happening. Geralt clenched his hands tightly into Jaskier’s sweater.

And then, some long minutes later, they pulled back from the hug just enough to press their lips together. It was soft and chaste, but by no means short. Geralt decided that kissing Jaskier felt like coming home.

They slipped away after that, deciding not to head back to the party. Their friends would assume things, sure, but they didn’t care. They had lost time to make up for, they could make up for not saying goodbye later.

Geralt drove them home, back to Jaskier’s flat just like last year. Jaskier fiddled with the radio as the streets blurred around them, trying to find an appropriately-themed holiday station. He burst into cackles the second he found one.

“Tell me this is not Wham!,” Geralt begged.

Jaskier was laughing too hard to reply.

“I hate it,” Geralt said, despite being on the verge of laughter himself. “I hate it so much. Stop laughing, it’s not funny.”

“It’s so funny!” Jaskier wheezed, clutching his stomach as he doubled over in his seat.

Jaskier had only just barely calmed down by the time they got to his flat. They curled up on his ratty old couch with some hot chocolate and put on a Christmas movie, but it became more background noise than anything. 

Instead they talked. They talked about their past together and how it hurt them, and their future and how they would prevent that from hurting too. They talked until Geralt’s throat was sore and Jaskier was nodding off on his shoulder. Geralt couldn’t find the energy to carry him to bed, so he simply readjusted their position on the couch to be something more comfortable and settled in to sleep himself.

“L’ve ‘ou” Jaskier breathed out against his neck.

Geralt smiled, closing his eyes. “Love you too, Jaskier.

[advena87]

OTP Game!

Pick your top 10 OTPs without reading the questions.

I chose ships only from Witcher because that's what this blog is about, but feel free to use any fandom OTP here.

And the truth is that these aren’t all my OTP but here are also ships which, for some reasons, I find interesting.

Also please remember that this is just a game, so let's have fun and no ship wars!

1.    Lambert x Keira

2.    Lambert x Aiden

3.    Iorveth x Saskia

4.    Geralt x Yennefer

5.    Lara Dorren x Avallac’h

6.    Ciri x Avallac’h

7.    Emhyr x False Ciri

8.    Iorveth x Roche

9.    Eskel x Triss

10.  Lambert x Triss

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

First of all, let everything be clear - I've never shipped them in books. In books, it didn't even cross my mind. But in The Witcher 3 ... It's a different story. I think I started shipping them right after the battle of Kaer Morhen.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

No, but it's because I write one myself and don't want to confuse my idea with other visions of this ship. When I finish writing my fanfic, I will definitely read others.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?

I have Yen and Geralt on my desktop wallpaper at work, so does that counts?

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

CDPR probably caused that they broke up because in The Witcher 3 no one even mentions a False Ciri and I was furious.

5. Why is 1 so important?

Oh wow, where to start. First of all, I really like both Keira and Lambert separately, and putting them together is hilarious in this form, but unexpectedly it seems to fit perfectly. They both are strong-willed, independent, and don't give a shit about what is the norm. They both live their own lives as they want and don’t recognize too many authorities. These are two strong, but also unpredictable personalities, putting them together can give a really powerful effect. This ship can be hilarious, badass and powerful at the same time. How awesome is that?

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Hahahaha, this a disaster ship xD. And it's funny because in my head it was created to fix all the previously unsuccessful Triss ships (but mainly the one with Geralt). At thist point I don't take this ship seriously, because I don't like Triss in general, and Eskel is a good boi and he deserved better. But for some reason it seems to me that it should work for them and ultimately it would have a chance of becoming a serious ship.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

IMO Lambert and Keira.

8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?

I bet on Yen and Geralt because you know destiny and all that shit. But I would not underestimate Avallac’h and Lara, although this seems unilateral. However, Avallach's devotion has survived for centuries, and when it comes to Lara we don't really know the whole story. One day I will write what I think about what Lara did and why I think she might want to get involved with Cregennan. And IMHO it wasn’t about great interspecies love at all.

9. How many times have your read/watched 10’s fandom

Not even once I guess. BUT I read a multitude of conspiracy theories about this ship. It's a bit of a joke ship. It seems to me that it could just be interesting to put the two together and watch the world burn. But it would have to be with an understanding of the first basic principle here: this ship has no survival cord. It is only one night stand and this is the only way this play makes sense to me.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

Yen and Geralt.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

This is not a canon, so ... hard to say. They had theirs up and down.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

Oh wow, that would be savage. I don't know, really. I think that both of these ships would have a good chance, because they are two pairs of complete killers. But Lambert and Aiden are witchers, they are more robust and trained to kill monsters, so I think that would give them an advantage.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

Um ... no, not really, but given that False Ciri was, well, false and their relationship was public, it was something they had to hide here.

14. Is 4 still together?

Theoretically it depends on the choices in Witcher 3, but yes. Yes, they are. Always.

15. Is 10 canon?

No. But there are theories...

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Iorveth and Saskia. Come on, the girl is a dragon, she can destroy them all. I know that pairings with magicians are dangerous for her and that Geralt defeated her once (it was an accident and he was very lucky), but if Iorveth devised a strategy for them, the rest really can't do much about it.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

Cregennan, that bitch.

OK, seriously, I know that Avallac’h is a dick, but we know this story only from legends, Avallac’h also never told his version.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

1,2 and 5.

Lambert and Keira as well as Lambert and Aiden are obvious - I just love them and I think they are well matched (and I can't choose between these two ships).

As for Lara and Avallac’h, I have my theories and beliefs and I think that this is not only an unfortunate love story, but we must also remember that Sages in the vast majority knew the future. Think about it.

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

Sometimes...

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

Easy one. Lambert and Triss because they were going to sink from the beginning.

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And anyone who wants to do this :)

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Geralt Fluff Week Day 4: Cuddling/Hugs

Title: Soft Words and Kind Hearts Ch 4 Format: Fic Word Count: 986 Day/Prompt: For @geraltfluffweek​​ Day 4: Cuddling/Hugs Characters/Pairings: Geralt gets to cuddle with: Iorveth + Roche, Regis + Dettlaff, Wolf Witchers + Jaskier, and Yennefer + Ciri. Summary: Snippets of Geralt cuddling with his family and friends Notes: Gwynbleidd means White Wolf in Elder Speech

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Iorveth + Roche

The battle had raged for hours and now, finally, the field began to fall silent. Soon, the daunting task of clearing the battlefield and giving the fallen soldiers proper send offs would begin, but for now, all was quiet. It was as if the whole world was taking a breather, giving Geralt a chance to do likewise.

Geralt pulled himself towards the infirmary camp that had been set up by both sides in the battle and was about to slump against the first free space of wall he could find when he heard a rough voice call him over.

“Gwynbleidd,” said a brash elven voice and Geralt turned to see Iorveth leaning against the adjacent wall. Next to him, clearly half asleep, Vernon Roche sat with his shoulder pressed against Iorveth’s. They both looked battered and bruised, but Geralt was just relieved to see them in one piece.

“Don’t you two hate each other?” He asked, lumbering over to them.

“Mmm,” Iorveth hummed and yawned widely.

“I’ll kill him later,” Roche mumbled from where his head was tucked into his chest. It didn’t look terribly comfortable to Geralt, but the Temerian soldier seemed content.

“Rest with us,” Iorveth held out the arm that wasn’t pressed against Roche in invitation.

Geralt nodded gratefully, and finally getting off of his feet was such a relief that he found himself bodily leaning into Iorveth, well inside the elf’s personal space. Iorveth didn’t seem to mind, though, just wrapped his arm around Geralt and tugged him closer.

Pressed together like that, the three of them rested in a brief moment of peace from war and politics and elves versus humans.

––

Regis + Detlaff

It was a beautiful spring day, the sun shining over Corvo Bianco and the rich smell of grapes permeating the air, and Geralt felt lazy. It was a new feeling, indulging in laziness, but Regis had been encouraging him since his semi-retirement to let himself just be.

It was difficult, sometimes, but right now, sitting on the plushest couch he’d ever encountered with Regis pressed all along his side, head on his shoulder, Geralt felt content.

So of course, that was the moment Dettlaff appeared behind the couch, his head hovering unexpectedly close to Geralt’s.

“Busy?” Dettlaff asked, but didn’t wait for a response before turning to smoke and creeping into the gaps between Geralt and Regis. Then, he reassumed his form, pressed tightly in between the two of them.

Regis laughed. “You could have asked, my dear.”

Geralt just grumbled and shifted back on the couch so that Dettlaff’s elbow could stop digging into his kidney. Then he wrapped his arm around Dettlaff to reach over and stroke Regis’s hair. Dettlaff relaxed into him, and Geralt let his head dip down to rest against the crown of Dettlaff’s head.

Today was a day for rest and laziness, and he intended to make the most of it.

––

Wolf Witchers + Jaskier

Winters in Kaer Morhen were bitterly, bitingly cold. They worked hard to maintain the old keep, but the crumbling stone walls did absolutely nothing to keep the winter wind from seeping through.

That was how the sleeping arrangement started. It was far too chilly for any of them to sleep in their rooms, not in the depths of winter. So they’d chosen an inner room with a massive fireplace and set up their cushions and blankets there, where the heat of the fire could keep them warm and toasty.

Geralt explained this to Jaskier as he led the bard into the sleeping room. As a human, Jaskier was the most fragile amongst them, so Geralt offered him the center, where it was warmest.

“So I get to cuddle with all of you big strong witchers all winter, huh? Sounds like paradise,” Jaskier grinned.

“Don’t be so sure,” Vesemir said, covering his mouth for a yawn. “Lambert kicks.”

“Yeah well, Eskel snores,” Lambert retorted, flopping onto the cushions next to Jaskier.

Geralt shook his head and ignored his brothers’ sniping, crawling up on the other side of Jaskier and curling around him. Here in Kaer Morhen, surrounded by his brethren and his bard, Geralt fell asleep feeling safe and warm.

––

Yennefer + Ciri

Geralt did not at all panic when Yennefer fell sick. It was just a minor cold, she insisted, but Geralt hadn’t previously known mages could get sick, so he felt justified in sitting at her bedside.

Yennefer threw a pillow at him. “Stop looking so worried. You’re going to scare Ciri.”

“Am not,” Geralt mumbled, shifting his gaze from Yennefer to the floor, shoulders still knotted with tension.

Ciri opened the door at that moment and cut off Yennefer’s response. Judging from the scathing look on Yenn’s face, Geralt was probably lucky Ciri had come when she did.

“Are you okay?” Ciri asked.

“I’m fine, little one,” Yenn rolled her eyes. “Geralt is just overreacting.”

Ciri hummed and nodded, but the frown on her face turned more pronounced until it was almost a pout. “Can I sit with you?”

Yennefer sighed but agreed. Geralt expected Ciri to pull up a chair at Yennefer’s bedside like he had, but instead, the child hopped up onto the foot of Yennefer’s bed and crawled up until she lay stretched out beside the mage.

“If you get sick, it’s your own fault.” Yennefer’s token protest was undermined by the way the bed slowly increased in size, until Geralt had room to climb in on the other side of Ciri.

“Then we can do this again!” Ciri said, nuzzling into the space between Geralt and Yennefer.

Geralt stroked her hair, then reached over to smooth Yennefer’s hair down. The mage gave him a dark look, but leaned into his fingers, so he continued to brush through her curls.

[justleaf]

Ship bingo: Eskel x Iorveth

Why was I not following you, wtf I swear I pressed the funky button a while ago.

Look you can't just throw DILF Eskel and MILF Iorveth at me without expecting me to lose my shit ashjdDCJHSHDKO SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. HERE IS A FIC TO ILLUSTRATE HOW MUCH I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF THEM.

Pairing

Eskel x Iorveth

Length

380 words

It must have been another difficult day again. Eskel didn't say a word, but truthfully he didn't need to. Iorveth had long learned to read the slight tilt of his lips and the faintest furrow of his brow.

"I'm home."

"I missed you," the elf honeyed as he rose from his chair and slid into the arms of his lover, who returned the embrace all too eagerly.

"Me too," Eskel mumbled with a forced smile.

Winter had been harsh on their remaining food supply and the witcher had gone into the city to procure more. The errands went by uneventfully on the best of days, and when Eskel returned with palpable tension pulled taut just under his skin, he knew the scales had tipped against his favour again.

"Managed to get anything," he enquired and ran his hands up those broad shoulders soothingly, ignoring the way Eskel tried to hide the tiny bag of rations behind his bulk.

"Not a lot. I'm sorry-" he apologised quickly, but Iorveth kissed the corner of his lips to silence him.

"Nothing to be sorry about. We have enough to get by."

"Still. I should be able to provide for us. I promised you a comfortable life."

"Shush, you wonderful thing," Iorveth cooed softly and brushed his fingers against his scarred cheek. His fingertips had lost most of their sensitivity since his early days in the Scoia'tael, but the ridges of his skin were more than obvious under his touch. He heard the witcher inhale sharply and knew he'd prodded the demon that had followed him home.

"My amazing, generous, kind witcher. You know how much I love you right? How wonderful I think you are, and how much I adore every little piece of you. I couldn't think of anyone more perfect for me."

And that was when Eskel fell apart. He crumpled into his arms in a matter of seconds, his chest heaving as the sobs wrecked his body. And Iorveth ran his hand down his back tenderly and whispered a thousand sweet nothings as he guided them into bed, the routine now familiar to them.

The sun would still rise and there were still battles to be won, but Eskel was more than he ever dreamed of and he was determined to make it work.

[witcher-trash]

Weekly Witcher Fic Recs 8

A Dedication - part of the Meet Death Sitting series (iorveth/saskia, iorveth/oc, explicit, complete, 10k) Iorveth's relationship with Saskia takes on a new dimension.

Belong (geralt/jaskier, mature, complete, 90k, modern au) Modern multi-perspective Geraskier AU with: Good Dad Geralt, Teen Ciri, and Teacher Jaskier. Set in and around Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Subtle crossover in X-Men verse. Geralt and Ciri are mutants. Jaskier is human. Geralt is Ciri’s legal guardian. He works as a Whole Foods butcher in Blaviken to make ends meet. Ciri is starting high school this year, but secretly being a mutant makes it difficult to fit in. Jaskier is a stylish, uninspired music teacher at Ciri’s high school. He hasn’t had much luck with love, until he meets Geralt.

Connection (eskel/geralt, teen, complete, 4k, modern au) Geralt is recovering slowly. For every step forward, he seems to take several steps back. His life improves when he’s given a service dog, but the idea of facing other people—real people, with judgments and options, who see him only as a burden—is almost more than he can handle. Then, he meets a large, soft-looking man with an even larger, softer dog, and he begins to hope that real, genuine connection might still be possible for him…

Devil in Your Pocket, Angel in Your Bed (eskel/lambert, mature, 4k, complete, modern au) Lambert was about to text back, tell dumbass Dandelion not to worry about him, when a new message came in. A photo. “Fuck,” Lambert hissed under his breath. Dandelion sent him a picture of this other “friend,” and fuck seemed like the only correct response. Honey tanned skin, brown hair long enough to hang in front of sparkling green eyes, and arms as big as tree limbs had Lambert shifting in his seat, trying to adjust. But those eyes, those eyes had him caught. Deep and soulful, Lambert could tell there was a mind under that pretty face. He had scars on his cheek too, a little more obvious than Lambert's, which is probably why the picture was taken from that side, he had his supposedly bad side turned away... But there was no bad side to this man, not that Lambert could see. Another message came in. His name is Eskel.

for love, for love, for love (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 3k, omegaverse) “I want you to knot me,” Geralt had murmured against his chest, unprompted, that first night. Jaskier groaned. “You— that— you can’t just say that to me, Geralt.” Geralt is different than most omegas. Jaskier loves him all the same.

home is where the hearth is (aiden/lambert, teen, complete, 2k) Lambert has a Saovine surprise for Aiden, if Aiden can just trust him long enough to get there.

Kneel For Me (aiden/lambert, explicit, complete, 2k) Lambert's reunion with Aiden on the Path every spring somehow always leads to the same thing: Lambert on his knees for his Cat and Aiden taking whatever pleasure he wants from his Wolf.

Life After (eskel/jaskier, mature, wip, 4k, modern au) Eskel struggles to make ends meet as a single father. He works two jobs, goes hungry to ensure his daughters have everything they need, and hasn't paid much attention to his own healing. Then a brightly dressed stranger steps in to help him when he's caught short of money at the front of the supermarket queue, and Eskel is forced to gather the shattered fragments of his heart to see what's left. Is it time to think about life after...?

Steadfast and Longing (jaskier/lambert, eskel/lambert, teen, complete, 3k) While Lambert had enjoyed a long, happy marriage to Dandelion, the bard was only human. After he's passed, Lambert goes home.

The Family We Choose - part of the Everyone Loves a Pyrotechnics Guy series (coën centric, teen, wip, 20k, modern au) Coen is caught up in the middle of a rough childhood and is recommended for foster care, but will his new foster family be better than the family he leaves behind? This story follows along with the events that leads Coen to join the Morhen family. A Modern AU.

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I posted 3.192 times in 2021

102 posts created (3%)

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#because while roche clearly has no idea who moril is he and ves show compassion towards her and her child

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emhyr var Emreis/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emhyr var Emreis Additional Tags: non-graphic animal death, Panic Attacks, Mild Gore, Dubcon Kissing, Enemies To Confused Old Men, Mentioned Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Vomiting, Non-Graphic Violence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Winter has come early to Toussaint. Emhyr var Emreis is on his way back to Nilfgaard when his entourage is attacked while crossing the Sansmerci Pass. As the lone survivor, he has to make his way back to Toussaint on his own. Night is falling fast, but he is not the only survivor - and it becomes clear that they will have to spend the night on the mountain.

This is my entry for the Witcher Writers Secret Santa gift exchange on Twitter. It’s an unusual story that has been hell to write, I’ll admit. It took me ages to figure out how to bend the prompts to my will (and even then half of them got left out). In the end stood this eerie tale. I hope you’ll enjoy!

20 notes • Posted 2021-12-01 06:43:14 GMT

#4

Does anyone have a theory why Emhyr's curse was lifted by Calanthe giving him Pavetta (or Pavetta giving herself to him, whatever)?

Like, did Braathens go, oh my new ruler wants me to curse someone? Let's make it a joke and turn him into a hedgehog and it will only be removed by... yes, by what? A child surprise? Love, however true or twisted it might have been? What did actually remove the curse and why?

22 notes • Posted 2021-05-18 11:30:48 GMT

#3

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher) Characters: Aiden (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel (The Witcher), Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Vesemir (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Pranking, Fluff Summary:

Lambert takes Aiden to Kaer Morhen for the first time. Aiden decides he needs to win the favour of the wolf witchers, but of course he’ll do it the cat way.

This fic is a prompt fill for @the-buttcher-of-blaviken who requested a Lambden fic with the prompt “prankster accomplices”.

Many thanks go to @do-androids-dream-ao3acc who gave me emotional support and advice to keep me from binning the whole thing when I despaired at it halfway through. I hope you’ll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

22 notes • Posted 2021-06-09 11:16:50 GMT

#2

Look, people!! @do-androids-dream-ao3acc gave me the most beautiful fanart for Dark Metinna, created by the talented @artwinsdraws for my birthday!! Isn't it amazing?! It's the very first fanart I ever received and I'm so happy about it!

31 notes • Posted 2021-10-08 05:47:39 GMT

#1

Vernon Roche's hat

Dear people - buckle in! I realized this morning (after reading @bloededhoine 's post) that probably a lot of you don't understand how awesome Vernon Roche's hat is. So let me get started...

It all started sometime in the 1200s with a hood with a short cape. In Germany that was called a Gugel. Picture from Meyer's Konversationslexikon, ca. 1885.

Somebody in the 1300 (and it’s really a pity that we don’t know who it was) decided that wearing the Gugel the plain old way was boring. And then did something that I can only imagine happening while drunk: they popped the Gugel on the wrong way! Theface-opening in the hood was put on the head, which caused the cape to just flop over the top of head. And the tail of the hood (which got longer over the time this was in fashion) could be draped below the chin and over the shoulder.

And thus the chaperon was born, as depicted here in Sandro Botticelli's "Portait of a Young Man" (ca 1479).

The chaperon was very popuar throughout the Middle Ages, but lost its popularity by the 15th century.

The version Vernon Roche wears seems to me to be a more refined version of the early chaperon. This means that he probably has one of these padded and stiffened headbands that were used to tuck in the excess of the cape and make the hat stay in place.

The tail of the hood (the liripipe) is also quite long which means it is probably designed as a chaperon and he didn’t just take any old hat to put it on upside down.

The draping also doesn’t just flop but is created quite artfully (although I have to say that there were chaperons that were a lot fancier).

We can also see below, that he has some kind of cap below the chaperon. Possibly to prevent chafing or sweating?

All of this causes me to imagine Vernon Roche in front of a mirror after he wakes up, artfully tucking and draping his chaperon to make sure that it actually sits right. He also must be quite annoyed when his hat gets knocked off in combat! Probably one of Iorveth’s hobbies: knock the hat off Vernon Roche…

Also, suppose it gets knocked off but the white cap stays on - I think I'd pay money to see that!

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154 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 17:54:24 GMT

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Fandom/Series: The Witcher Characters: Iorveth, Eskel, Saskia, Lambert Pairing: Iorveth/Eskel Rating: M Summary: Conversations, some comforting touches, a head massage and a kiss or three. Also, a wild elf appears at Kaer Morhen! Warnings: a slightly explicit description of naked Eskel; Lambert being a dick (because he’s hurting :( )

Eskel finishes his examination of Iorveth’s injured arm and nods, evidently satisfied with how his healing is progressing. “Where is your unit? Do they know what has happened to their leader?”

“They’re currently further south.” Iorveth holds down one end of the bandage whilst Eskel wraps the other around his arm again. “We’re supposed to meet up again in five days’ time.”

“Convenient,” Eskel acknowledges. He doesn’t ask how Iorveth has found himself in the situation he was in when Eskel came across him. “Looks like we’ll have a few days to spend together then.”

“You-“ Iorveth swallows the comment before he can make it, but of course Eskel picks up on it anyway.

“You thought I was going to leave you and return to my witcher business as soon as I could?” he asks. “Why would I? There are enough supplies, and the company is rather satisfying, so…”

“I could say the same thing myself.” Iorveth inclines his head. “Thank you.”

“Life would be rather boring if it were all about business, leaving little space for pleasure.” Eskel finishes tying the bandage and stretches out next to him, a satisfied expression on his face. “Don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes it would be.”