#Lil’Bleater

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

Best and Worst Days of the Kaer Morons

Part 4: Eskel

Worst:

The trials

1st contract

1st time he was chased out of a town

1st time after the trials when one of the barn cats wouldn’t approach him

See Lambert’s best days #5

Best:

The day he found a poetry book in the library

The day he met Geralt (BFF)

The day he got Lil’Bleater

1st time Vesemir told him “good job”

1st time on the Path that he gave himself a day off. He spent the day reading poetry and watching butterflies

@0dde11eth

[akhuna]

Headcanon: Eskel baking

OKay, so I apparently needed this to be quiet and domestic, too, so here’s some little jumbled-up writing. It got quite long so I put it under the cut!

Eskel got a little jar of yeast from an old woman in a small village he travelled through on his way to the Kaer.

She needed help with something easy, not even monster-related, maybe she needs firewood chopped or a hole in the roof fixed. She’s all alone and can’t see very well and since she’s sometimes struggles to remember faces and names and forgets where she is, people are keeping away from her.

Eskel chops firefood for her and fixes the roof; it takes him like two days and by the time he’s ready, little snowflakes have started to fall. She doesn’t have any money, but she still bakes her own bread and so Eskel does ask for a little bit of her yeast dough, which she happily shares with him.

She also gives him some sweets she keeps for the children of the village who never want them.

Eskel puts the yeast jar under his shirt, carrying it close to his body, so that the yeast won’t spoil (it has become quite cold at night).

When he comes to the Kaer, he scrubs part of the kitchens and gets to work on the yeast, feeding it and helping it grow.

During his first days at the Kaer, he makes one or to additional trips to the next village to buy supplies and food for everyone; he buys some extra sugar and spices for the yeast (also raisins, in case he'd like to have a sweet treat).

On his way back, he starts singing softly to himself - he loves yeast bread but he never has the time to make it himself while being on the path, so he is really looking forward to his baking day.

The next day, he wakes up early and goes to the kitchen when nobody else is up yet.

He gets a fire going and warms a few stones by it so they are warm, but not hot and gets the pots and bowls out.

He starts the dough and lets it rise for a bit, while he goes to milk Lil’Bleater.

When he returns with the milk, the dough has risen a lot, so he takes off his jacket and gloves, washes his hands thoroughly one more time, turns up his sleeves and then gets to kneading.

The yeast smell creeps up his nose and he feels happy and content inside; he sometimes buys bread at bakeries, it’s so much better to knead the yeast dough himself, being able to inhaling it in full instead of catching a whiff from the bakery.

The dough turns from wet and sticky into silky and smooth and warm under his hands after a while. He loves the changes in the texture.

He’s humming to himself while he is working, relishing the muscles in his arms and shoulders getting a light workout.

As the morning grows older, the others are up, but no one is bothing him; they get into the kitchen, get their breakfast and then leave him to his baking, not wanting to break his focus. They know that this is special for him.

he loves how the kitchen’s warmth wraps around him - occasionally, he catches a cold draught from somewhere, bringing in the smell of snow, but that makes kneading all the more comforting.

He forms his bread and lets it rise again for a bit - while the dough is doing its thing, he starts tidying up the kitchen and heats up the oven properly.

when the time is up, he sets his knife to the dough, carving a symbol for a spell for peace and comfort into the dough and then puts it in the oven.

He stretches himself like a big cat, his arms and shoulders feeling pleasantly tired.

He makes sure the rest of yeast in the jar is well cared-for and sits in a warm place that doesn’t catch draught and won’t get too warm

then he waits patiently for the loaf of bread to done, already looking forward to the first bite and the next time he can get to baking again.

[tumblinglringlring]

God I just made myself sad

So you know how Geralt names all his horses Roach? We’ll I’ve always headcanoned that it was because Witchers tend to go through a lot of horses due to the nature of their job.

-taken by bandits/poor townsfolk/lost

-Injured/killed by monsters

So yeah, calling them all the same name is just easier and you might not get as attached.

So why does Eskel call all the goats around Kaer Morhen Lil’Bleater? We’ve established that in witcher 3 the wild hunt game, if you approach ANY of the goats they’re name appears above their head and it’s the same for all of them. Additionally, during the scene were Lambert and Geralt find Eskel drunkenly passed out outside next to a goat, Lambert says “And HIS faithful Lil’Bleater.”

This implies that Eskel is the one to take care of the goat(s) with the use of HIS in that sentence. Furthermore, that he’s the one that calls them Lil’Bleater as Lambert doesn’t hesitate to call it that and his tone suggests that this it is normal to find him by goat(s).

So why does he name them all the same? Is it just some weird tic that the wolves latch on to various animals and insist on naming them all the same damn thing? Well, let’s think about it.

The Witchers are isolated up in Kaer Morhen. We can assume there is a village relatively nearby as the castle was sacked at some point and (at least based on the games) it looks like it was a relatively surprise. They didn’t have time to build defenses and based on a few side quests, some of the wolves were in the middle of training new recruits. So again, there’s a village somewhere close enough to surprise sack a castle but far enough away where you don’t see any evidence of it from any vantage point in Kaer Morhen or in the nearby landmarks.

But wait, why is this important? Because Witchers need food during winter, but due to the snow up in Kaer Morhen they can’t go to the village to get it. You can get plenty of food for long term storage like grains and preserves, salt meats, but fresh meat his hard to come by. The bears are hibernating (also it’s fucking cold out to go tracking them and shit tons of snow) and while in the game you CAN eat rotten flesh that’s scavenged from monsters, implying Witchers can eat monster meat, I’m sure it tastes awful.

And here’s Vesemir with three strapping witchers to feed all winter. I’m sure pre-sacking all sorts of livestock could be kept at the castle year round as there were other Witchers there. But now he and his pups have to leave every spring to earn money to survive the winter and for repairs on the castle. You can’t leave unattended livestock at the castle in the spring/summer, that’s a monster problem waiting to happen.

So what does papa Vesemir do? He heads back a little early with Eskel and they by a lot of goats. They herd them up to Kaer Morhen and boom, easy fresh meat all winter. Goats are hardy, easy to feed and their meat taste decent. Perhaps Eskel has a way with animals? Perhaps Vesemir tasks him with taking care of the livestock during the winter? Perhaps Eskel calls them all Lil’Bleater so he doesn’t get attached since they need them for food?

So all throughout winter, he tends to these goats. He feeds them, protects them and when the time comes he’s the one to slaughter them for food. But he and his brothers (and Papa Vesemir) need their meat. The milk and cheese they get are small comforts too.

But obviously they keep the best milker for last, so all winter Eskel is taking care of it knowing it’ll be the last one they eat. Eskel’s thought about it, and Vesemir has dropped some subtle advise, but he knows he can’t bring the goat with him. The Path is too dangerous and if he leaves him at the castle, wild life or monsters will get it.

So the wolves make it special and save the last Lil’Bleater for their Goodbye dinner the night before they leave to go back on the path. The use up the last of the milk, cheese, other perishables and food stores that won’t last til next year. They save the best bottle of wine for this night.

It’s a huge feast because who knows when they’ll get to eat like this on the Path? And any leftovers can be dried for rations - a reminder of home they can have for a few more days

[ella-animine]

Could you Imagine...

Vesemir: you have brought this curse into our only place of refuge

Eskel: What... is it?

Lambert: They call it Mayochup

Geralt: *silent, yet suffering*

Lambert: I’m gonna put it on EVERYTHING!!

[churchofpossum]

And throwing in the last card before I forget, Eskel and Lil’Bleater.  The line in this one is inspired by him using Bleater as bait in the game. There is a bit about him having done that a lot so I just assumed he’d take proper care of his bait. I am talking out of my ass here though and I had no idea what else to use as his line so don’t sue me pls.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Oneshot Masterlist

 Here are all my oneshots drabbles and headcannons. you can find my long ongoing chaptered fics here on my Chaptered Stories Masterlist. and you can find my shorter series list here Ficlet masterlist

Disclaimer and my stance on RPF

Geeking Out (Henry Cavill X Reader/Fluff)

Babies New Specs  (Henry Cavill X Little Reader-Fluff)

The Shoe Policy (Henry Cavill X Reader-Domestic)

Grand Theft Auto(Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Domestic)

Dress Codes, Nooky And Cock Blocks (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Domestic/Fluff/🥵)

Kal And Fatherhood (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff)

A Rainy day (Henry Cavill x Reader- Angst/Fluff/🥵)

Lemme See!! (Henry Cavill x Pierced/Tattooed Reader-Fluff)

Mummy’s Jealous Boy (Henry Cavill X Wife!Reader- Fluff, angst)

Pooh Bear (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Fluff)

Your Man In Action (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Another Birthday Surprise (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff slight Angst)

A Clumsy Nugget (Henry Cavill X Little!Reader- Fluff)

Beanie Baby (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Implied Smut,Fluff,Domestic)

Baby Snuggles… Drink and wet? (Henry Cavill X Reader/CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!/Fluff/Humour)

Forever Home (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

The Date (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Deeper Then The Pink Tax (Henry Cavill X Reader- Angst/ Fluff/ Difficult subjects)

Their Alright… For A Boomer (Henry Cavill X BustyReader- Fluff, Suggestive)

Love Is Blind (Henry Cavill X Shelby!Reader- Peaky Blinders AU- Angslt,Fluff)

Your Perfect (Henry Cavill X Reader- ABO,Fluff, Angst)

The Mortals Claiming (Hades!Henry X Reader- god AU, Angst, Smut)

Fledgling (Vampire!Henry X Reader)

Bring It On Bitch (Clark Kent X Reader-Fluff)

Ace In The Hole (Diana Prince X Teen Reader-Fluff?)

FUCK OFF! (Bruce Wayne X Reader-Domestic/Fluff)

A Soft Bunny~ (Clark Kent X Reader -🥵/PetPlay)

Mounting Mistakes  (Clark Kent X Reader- 🥵/ABO)

The Ruined Cape (Clark Kent X Bratty Little Reader-Spanking)

L-Latex?!(Clark Kent X  Mistress/Domme Reader-Humour/Fluff/Domestic )  

We Didn’t Make It To My Birthday (Alpha!Clark Kent X Younger Omega Reader- A/B/O, 🥵)    

Clark The God Of Munch (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Lacking (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Numb (Clark Kent X Daughter Reader- Angst/ Mental Health Issues)

A Breeding Bunny (Dark!Clark X Reader-🥵Dark Fic)

I Cant Feel My Legs (Dark!Clark X Reader/ A/B/O 🥵)

Super-Hubby Proof  (Clark X Reader/ BDSM/ Humor/🥵)

 (Taming A Pa-Bear(Platonic!Geralt X Reader/Fluff/Angst?Homour)

The Witcher’s Missus (Geralt X Reader/Angst/🥵)

Nanma? (Geralt x Mage!reader/ Jaskier X Reader Platonic/fluff/crackfic/suggestive)

Hybrid Oil (Geralt X Reader/ suggestive/ Angry Geralt)

Your Best Idea (Napoleon Solo x Wife Reader-Fluff/Domestic)

My Phone Died…Sorry?(Walter X Reader/Fluff/Angst/Immplied smut)

A Little Crime Spree (Papa!Sherlock X Little Reader- Spanking)

His Grace’s Protection (Charles Brandon X Reader- Fluff/Angst)

They Hung Up (August Walker X Little!Reader- Fluff)

She Calls Me Daddy 🥵(August Walker X Reader Daddy Kink-Smut Exhibitionism)

Soft!Bdsm Relationship Dom!Henry Sub!Nurse

Wearing Plugs on a date Dom!Henry 🥵

Being A Jealous Little At A Party Daddy!Henry

Scolded By Another Daddy In Front Of Daddy!Henry

Tangled In Knots DDLG

When Your Knee Is Injured DDLG

A Maintenance Spanking DDLG

Caught Pigging Out DDLG

An Inner Ear Infection DDLG

Helping With Hate DDLG

Pms and Headache remedies DDLG🥵

Insomnia /Trouble Waking In The Morning DDLG

Caught Listening To Bratty Songs DDLG

Getting Scared Watching MI6 DDLG

Cutting Your Hair DDLG

Henry Answers A Zoom Call With Pretty Hair DDLG

Story time Wisdom teeth DDLG

Tooth Fairy Haggle DDLG

The accident DDLG

Sherbert and baths DDLG

The Icecream Van DDLG

Slapping Daddies Hand DDLG

Superman’s Dishcloth 

Couples Race

Baby Hustle

A Headcannon Crack Series- Geralt see’s an opportunity to add to his family and finally have something both he and Yennefer have always wanted. A baby, now they just had to figure out how to look after it.

The Exchange / / Got Milk? / / Your Turn / /Hmm…Hm? / /Lil’Bleater

Misc

Vesemir and Geralt bath sharing M/F/M

Playing With August’s Knives DDLG

The Deal (Clark X Reader X August)🥵 / /  Pt 2  / / Pt3🥵?

Malicious Compliance (Sherlock X Reader)

Coming Home Drunk (August X Drunk!Reader)

April Fools! (Sy X Reader) slight smut 🥵

Mocki (Sy X Reader)

Hair Pulling  101 Dom!Henry

A Latte (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

Swallow-Geralt Of Rivia

Ducky- Humphrey Mummy!Domme

The Making Of Sy’s Mini Me- Sy Smut

Walter Told You Not To Touch! Walter implied smut?

“Pull out” “No”-Sy Smut

Little Office Bunny- August implied smut

Jewel In The Crown August Walker

[flowercrown-bard]

Pairing: Eskel/Jaskier

word count: ~2k

content warnings: Animal death (griffin)

summary: Eskel waits for a griffin to show up when a brightly dressed bard shows up and tries to set the little goat that Eskel wanted to use as bait free

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“It’s alright,“ Eskel said as soothingly as he could. “You’re going to be safe. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

A mellow bleat was the only reply he got and the tiny goat nudged Eskel’s chest with her head. Eskel smiled. He could feel the scars tugging at his lips, but it didn’t matter, not when his goat was the only one around to witness it.

Eskel secured the rope that would keep her from running away on a stake he had stuck in the earth, making sure the knot would stay in place. With one last pet or her head, Eskel stood up.

“I’m coming back for you,” he promised, before retreating into the shadows of some trees.

As soon as Eskel was out of sight, Lil’Bleater began living up to her name. Searching for Eskel and tugging at the rope, she let out a pitiful bleat.

If her scent hadn’t already been enough to attract the griffin’s attention, those sounds would do the job.

Eskel pressed fiddled with his crossbow, every muscle as tense as a bow string as he waited for the beast to arrive.

But instead of the unmistakable shriek of a griffin and the darkening of the sky as the beast flew before the sun, something far worse appeared that made Eskel’s heart drop like a rock.

It began with the sounds of snapping twigs and rocks being kicked, coming closer. Then, carefree singing joined in the distracting sounds.

A human.

Eskel couldn’t see them yet, but it was clear they had no intention of turning back.

What was a human doing here? Everyone in town knew that this field wasn’t safe. There was a reason why they had hired Eskel. No one dared come here anymore, not as long as there was a griffin attacking everything it could get its claws on.

And now there was a human – unsuspecting or just plain stupid and reckless – coming towards the griffin’s hunting place. Right where Eskel had set up bait to lure the griffin out.

For a brief moment Eskel contemplated leaving his hideout and telling the person to leave. But approaching lone travellers was never a good idea. Eskel knew what he looked like. He had no illusions of being received in a friendly way. If he told the person to leave they would likely run straight back to the town and probably tell some tale about how he had just barely escaped a witcher attacking him.

It wouldn’t be the first time of something like that happening to Eskel.  

So he stayed hidden, praying that the person would just leave quickly on their own.

Lil’ Bleater’s cries got louder, more urgent. The singing stopped. For a moment, so did the sounds of the person’s footsteps. Then, they picked up again, faster this time.

From the trees that had blocked Eskel’s sight before, a man appeared, hastening towards the goat. A lute that marked the man as some sort of bard, was slung around his back and he wore a bright teal doublet that looked so out of place in this area that was mostly inhabited by farmers that Eskel could do nothing but stare.

The man cocked his head to the side like a curious bird when he laid eyes on Lil’ Bleater.

“Hey there, you adorable little thing.” Eskel couldn’t see the man’s face, but his smile was evident in his bright voice. “The shepherd forgot you here? Don’t worry, I’ll get you back home.”

Eskel stifled a curse when the bard kneeled down in front of the goat and ran a hand over her fur with a delighted laugh when Lil’ Bleater nibbled at his fingers, all the while babbling excitedly at her. His laugh was almost as melodious as his singing had been before. Eskel didn’t get many chances to hear people laugh so carefree. Most laughter died when people realised that there was a witcher in their midst.

Eskel watched with a strangely fast beating heart how the bard started to work on the knot. He let out a string of colourful curses when he realised that the know was too tight for him to untangle.

“Fret not,” he said in a dramatic voice through clenched teeth from the effort. “I will rescue you.”

He was so strangely theatrical, that Eskel forgot himself and let out a short laugh, not loud enough for the bard to hear, but enough to startle Eskel himself. He couldn’t remember a time when he had laughed outside of the halls of Kaer Morhen.

Eskel was so taken aback by the unexpected thought, that for a second he forgot to pay any attention to his surroundings. Being negligent was a mistake a witcher only made once in his life.

A moment of distraction was all a griffin needed to emerge from the sky. It was quiet as it approached its prey. The man probably would have never noticed the impending danger if it weren’t for the shadow falling over him. His head snapped up and he let out a terror-filled cry.

It tore Eskel out of his stupor.

He jumped forth from the trees, his free hand stretched out before him and racing towards the bard. A burst of igni interrupted the griffin’s dive, but it Eskel wasn’t close enough yet to even singe the beast’s feathers.

“Get out of here!” Eskel shouted at the bard, whose head snapped up to him.

Eskel had no time to pay any attention to the way he looked at him. He had to focus on the real threat. Readying his crossbow, he ran ever closer. The first bolt flew through the air while he was still mid-run. It barely hit its mark.

The griffin screeched, Lil Bleater let out a terrified cry and the man panted in panic. And still he didn’t get up, didn’t even scramble away.

Out of the corner of his eyes Eskel saw how he worked more frantically then before on Lil’ Bleater’s restrains.

His heart skipped a beat. The distraction lasted only a second, but it was enough for the griffin to take a turn and dive down again, his claws aiming for Eskel.

Eskel cursed and unsheathed his sword. The griffin was almost there. Only one more second and he would be close enough to hit it. Or be seized by the deadly claws.

“Watch out!”

The shout came at the same time that something barrelled into Eskel and it wasn’t the griffin.

No man could push a witcher to the ground with his strength alone, but the shove came so unexpected, that Eskel tumbled to the ground when the man tackled him. The man let out a muffled groan when he fell onto Eskel, for some reason not even trying to catch the fall with his hands.

The talons of the beast missed the bard by a hair’s breadth, Eskel could almost see them gracing his hair.

His heart clenched and without hesitation, Eskel flipped them so that the reckless stranger was lying beneath him. Eskel didn’t look at him as he shielded him with his body.

The griffin’s beak darted forwards and Eskel threw up a quen-shield.

“Stay down,” Eskel commanded harshly and jumped back to his feet and spun around. This time, when the griffin lunged for him, Eskel’s sword buried itself deep into its flesh.

Panting, Eskel stood over the beast as it crashed to the ground, just a few feet away from the man. Without hesitation, he delivered the final blow.  

The stranger whimpered when the sword made a squelching sound as it was torn out of the griffin’s body.

Eskel wanted to whirl around and scold the bard for how stupidly reckless he had been. Heroes didn’t survive for long out in the real wold. If he had died that would have been on Eskel.

He forced himself to take a deep breath and tried to sooth the frown lines on his face away as he slowly turned to face the man again, though not enough to put his scars on full display. The bard had just escaped death, he didn’t need to be scared any further.

“Are you alright?” Eskel asked as gently as he could, but his breath hitched when he finally met the man’s eyes.

They were wide and impossibly blue and they didn’t look at Eskel as if the bard thought that Eskel would be the next thing to attack him. The blue-eyes man didn’t flinch back from the yellow gaze on him and no renewed spike of fear reeked off of him. True, the smell of panic still clung to him, but beneath him, but fainter than before and there was a strange sort of excitement coming off of the man.

He let out a startled laugh, likely a result of the realisation that the danger was over now.

“That was fantastic!” He shouted, his voice cracking with excitement. “That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen!”

Eskel’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I didn’t….”

His words dried in his mouth and he had to force himself to tear his eyes away from the curve of the bard’s smile and the glint in his eyes. Eskel shouldn’t let that get to him. Neither of these things were truly meant for him. Once the bard calmed down enough to think rationally again, the would realise that Eskel was not someone to smile at.

“I told you to run,” Eskel said, more to keep himself from wishing that this brilliant smile stayed on him. “You could have gotten hurt.”

The bard tilted his head to the side and he gave Eskel a long look. “Something tells me you wouldn’t have let that happen.”

Eskel didn’t reply. It was the truth, but the bard almost made it sound as if he thought Eskel was some sort of hero for it.

Uncomfortable under the almost admiring look, Eskel let his eyes wander over the bard’s body, making sure he truly wasn’t injured.

Eskel’s breath got stuck in his throat when his eyes fell on what the bard was holding protectively to his chest. The tiny goat that was cuddled comfortably in his arms gave a happy bleat.

“You…” Eskel’s eyes snapped back up. “You saved Lil’ Bleater?”

For a second the bard looked like he was about to scoff at the idea that he could ever let an animal get harmed, but then his eyes lit up in delight and his smile widened as if Eskel had said something that earned him such a reaction.

“Lil Bleater? That is the most adorable name I’ve ever heard.” A glint of mischief entered his eyes. “And what might your name be? I can keep calling you my valiant saviour in my head, but I think I’d much rather put a name to that handsome face.”

Eskel let out a huff and turned away a bit more, making sure that his scars were as hidden as they could be. He knew even without the bard seeing them, he wouldn’t be considered handsome. He was too broad, too soft in places where his muscles should show and yet too bulky to not be intimidating. But it was nice hearing the word directed at him. The way the bard said it, Eskel could almost let himself believe that he meant it.

He risked another quick glance at the bard’s face and he found no trace of mockery in it.

“I’m Eskel,” he said, swallowing thickly when the bard’s smile grew into a full grin.

“I am Jaskier,” came the reply.

Eskel’s chest clenched uncomfortably. People didn’t offer witchers their names. They didn’t smile at them or talk to them without squirming in discomfort. They didn’t save goats from griffins and push witchers out of apparent danger.

And yet, Jaskier had done all those things. It did something strange to Eskel’s chest, something he wasn’t sure he liked. He knew he should just leave. Get his pay and forget all about the man with the lovely voice and the blue eyes.

Instead, he heard himself asking, “Would you like to go back to town with me?”

It was a foolish thing to ask and Eskel knew the answer before Jaskier even opened his mouth.

But instead of coming up with an excuse of flat out refusing the preposterous offer, Jaskier’s face brightened. “Of course!” He winked and Eskel’s insides gave a strange twist at the unexpected gesture. “After all, I promised Lil’ Bleater to get her back safely. And I would be loath to part with the lovely thing already.”

Jaskier’s teasing tone allowed no doubt that it wasn’t the goat he wanted to spend more time with.

“I’m sure she would hate saying goodbye to you already as well,” Eskel replied in a strangely choked voice.

A soft laugh tumbled from Jaskier’s lips and Eskel felt the corner of his own lips twitch up in turn, for once not caring how his smile twisted his face. With the way Jaskier’s eyes softened at Eskel’s smile, he almost began to think that this strange man that saved goats and called him handsome, could see Eskel as something other than a scarred and shunned witcher.

His heart fluttered at the thought and as he held up a hand to pull Jaskier up from the ground and Jaskier took it without hesitation, Eskel thought that for the first time he could dare take the risk and find out if Jaskier’s smile would maybe stay on him a little longer.

He was almost certain that it would.

[kittynannygaming]

@witcher-bows-and-arrows

Prompt 9- Wedding (12/02/2022)

334 words

Two years have passed since Geralt and Jaskier got together and today was their wedding day. Both men were nervous and happy. Eskel was, obviously, Geralt’s best man. Essi was Jaskier’s maid of honour. Lambert, Coën and Aiden were groomsmen and Priscilla, Shani and, surprise surprise, Yennefer were bridesmaids.

Cirilla, who came to live with them a few months after the Declaration, was the flower girl and Lil’Bleater was the ring bearer. It went surprisingly well. Nenneke officiated the ceremony and wedded them. Triss was in charge of organizing the ceremony and the honeymoon.

The wedding reception, at Kaer Morhen, was amazing. Eskel could see that Vesemir loved to have people and parties in the old fortress. These past two years were a challenge. First with Cirilla, then with Yennefer and Triss coming to help Cirilla (Jaskier’s insecurities were erased quickly).

For their wedding, they decided to wear their lover’s eye's colour and jewellery in their own eye's colour. So blue and gold jewellery for Geralt and gold and blue jewellery for Jaskier. They were very handsome and it was very obvious that, even if they had fun, they couldn’t wait until the wedding night.

His and Geralt’s “grandchild” was born last year. Roach and Scorpion were the proud parents of a very cute filly, who, thanks all the Gods, wasn’t named Roach. Cirilla called her Kelpie. She was going to be Ciri’s horse, no doubt. Both of them were thick as thieves. Jaskier’s horse, Pegasus, was a lazy and slow (much to Geralt’s chagrin) gelded (to Scorpion’s great delight) white horse. Roach liked him, because he was like a childish uncle to Kelpie. And it was important to let the children be children.

A hand landed on the back of his neck and it’s thumb stroked the witcher’s skin. He didn’t thought he could find someone who really, really liked him but he finally found someone who didn’t mind his scars, his failures or his work. He wasn’t going to lose this opportunity.

[advena87]

Kaer Morhen shenanigans (but mostly Lambert’s)

Just imagine the young witchers in training at Kaer Morhen, raised by  tired papa Vesemir. (long post!)

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* 3 am *

Lambert: I’m scared.

Eskel: Why?

Lambert: There’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Geralt, from the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Berengar: Lambert, for fuck's sake, shouldn't you be asleep?

Lambert: I'm supposed to be many things. I live to disappoint.

Geralt, kicking Lambert’s top bunk: Shut the hell up!

Lambert: Ouch! My armkle!!!

Berengar: Your fucking what now?

Eskel: His wrist...

***

Lambert: * threw a bomb in the castle*

Geralt: *falls off his seat* THIS IS WHY VESEMIR DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!

 ***

Vesemir: I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS!

Berengar, narrating: Despite being at a loss for words, he continued to yell at us for 10 minutes.

 ***

Vesemir: The kids always accuse me of having a favourite.

Vesemir: That’s not true.

Vesemir: I love Eskel and the not-Eskels equally.

*moment later*

Vesemir to young witchers: Alright, listen up, you little shits.

Vesemir: Not you, Eskel. You're an angel, and we're thrilled you're here.

 ***

Lambert: Did I do something wrong?

Vesemir: You've done so many things wrong, it feels unfair to pick just one.

 ***

Lambert: We have bad news and good news, which one do you want to hear first?

Vesemir: Good news first.

Lambert: We won't do it again...

 ***

Geralt: My witcher brothers have always got my back. Except for Lambert. You never turn your back on Lambert.

***

Vesemir: Ah, finally a moment of peace.

*sounds of crashing and destruction outside*

Lambert: Everything's fine!

Vesemir: Everything better be fucking fine.

 ***

Vesemir: What were you two doing out this late?

Geralt: We—

Vesemir: Five words or less.

Lambert, counting on his fingers: We. Had. A. Fight.

Vesemir:

Lambert:

Lambert: Bitch.

***

Geralt: Vesemir loves me more.

Eskel: He loves us equally, Geralt.

Lambert: I could stab you both and see who he helps first.

Eskel:

Geralt: Oka-

Eskel: I FEEL LIKE THERE ARE STEPS WE COULD TAKE BEFORE THAT

***

Lambert: Vesemir, you have to do something, this fucking goat has shit in the middle of the courtyard.

Geralt: Talk to Eskel, Lil'Bleater yelled at 3am for an hour today. The goat must go.

*later*

Vesemir: Eskel, there are screams in the middle of the night and faeces in the courtyard. I think about implement a no-pets policy in Kaer Morhen.

Eskel: Oh my god, Vesemir, you can’t just throw Lambert out like that.

***

Berengar: We are kind of missing something, guys.

Lambert: Cohesion?

Lambert : Teamwork?

Lambert : A general sense of what we are doing?

Geralt: Eskel is not here!

Lambert : Oh, that too.

***

Lambert: *throws the door open, looking panicked*

Eskel: What did you do?

Lambert: NOBODY DIED

Eskel: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Berengar: Where is Geralt?

***

Vesemir, texting: Answer your phone.

Lambert, texting back: Give me a minute, I lost my phone.

Vesemir: Very well

Vesemir, 5 min later: You're a terrible child. You're killing me. You're killing your father, Lambert

***

Vesemir: You use sarcasm to distance people.

Lambert: And yet you're still here.

***

Vesemir: Coen just died!

Lambert: Its about time.

Vesemir: What?!

Lambert: Sorry I was on the phone with Geralt.

Vesemir: What did he say?

Lambert: Berengar is dead.

***

*After sudden teleportation by accidentally activated hidden portal in the castle*

Eskel: Uh, are we in heaven?

Lambert: No chance, I highly doubt they would let me in.

***

Lambert: I screwed up big time.

Berengar: Lambert, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

***

Lambert, entering the room: Good morning, parental figure.

Vesemir, not looking up from his coffee: Good morning, problem child.

***

Vesemir: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.

Geralt: What if it bites me and it dies?

Vesemir: That means you're poisonous.

Geralt: What if it bites itself and I die?

Eskel: That's curse?

Lambert: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Vesemir: That's correlation, not causation.

Lambert: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Berengar: That's kinky.

Vesemir: Oh, my god.

***

Lambert: Ugh. There’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.

Lambert: *glares at Eskel*

Eskel: Well SORRY I have MORALS-

***

Vesemir: Why is it, when something disastrous and drunk happens, it is always you four?

Berengar: [covered in glitter and wearing sunglasses indoors]

Geralt: [sporting a hickey the size of planet earth on his neck]

Lambert: [with a split lip and a shiner]

Eskel and Lil’Bleater: [covered in pancake batter]

...

Here is: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 and Daily Lambert

also Keira & Lambert’s love story, Aiden & Lambert’s love story and… this.

...

[thesleepy1]

Roasting Rabbit

A/N: @creativepromptsforwriting 26. Campfire. My first fic in a while (years) and hopefully I don’t chicken out and delete it. I just wanted more Eskel fics and had time on my hands. When you can’t find a fic you want, write it. (daydreaming about said fic instead of writing it is also valid, just saying) Also unbeta’d so watch out for spelling mistakes and things alike. 

Pairings: Eskel x Reader

Summary: You’re hurt while helping Eskel with a contract. As you rest by the campfire he refuses to speak to you. 

Word count: 525 

Warnings: Slight angst, miscommunication, brief mention of injury, hurt/comfort.

The campfire was lit and burning. Two rabbits were roasting over the flames. And a blanket was draped over your shoulders as you resist the urge to look at Eskel. He hasn’t said a word to you since you returned to camp. And it was unnerving. 

Your hastily wrapped leg was a failed attempt at showing him that you were fine. He merely pushed your hand to the side and stitched the wound close without a word. When a whimper escaped your lips his eyes darted to yours searching for something you couldn’t place. 

That what you were dying? That a little scratch would take you away from him? That you would leave him? Before you could decide he moved back to his spot on the other side of camp making sure Scorpion and Lil’Bleater were fed. 

“Eskel,” you tired, knowing he could hear you. “I’m fine, really.” 

He said nothing. Not even a hum or anything to acknowledge you. 

“It will heal, it always does,” you tried again, tracking him with your eyes. Lil’Bleater met yours and bleated in sympathy. At least she could see that you were fine. 

“And then what?” came Eskel’s voice. He was facing his sword that he had thrown to the ground when he saw you struggling with your wound. “You get yourself killed trying to help when I told you to stay here?” 

He wasn’t yelling but you wished he was. Hearing his pained tone brought tears to your eyes. You weren’t trying to get yourself killed, injuries were to be expected on the Trail. You knew the fact the moment you decided to join Eskel. And although there have always been marks and bruises this was the first time he reacted like you were bleeding to death in front of him. 

“And what if you were the one to get hurt? What would I do then? Just leave you to die in the forest?”

“Yes.”

“You know I can’t do that,” you shot back, the orange from the fire reflected in your eyes. It almost made you look like a witcher. 

Finally Eskel turned to face you, his sword forgotten. “And you know I don’t like seeing you hurt.” 

“I already told you I’m fine!” You sprung up from your seat and immediately regretted it as your leg flared up in pain. A giffin had dug its claw into your leg and you were feeling the consequences. You stumbled forward for roasting rabbits but before you could push your supper into the campfire you felt arms wrapped around you.  

Sometimes you forgot how fast witchers could move. One second Eskel was with the animals and the other he was pulling you to his chest. “Fine?” 

“Give me a week and I won’t feel a thing.” 

“What am I going to do with you?” Eskel sighed, nuzzling against your cheek. His arms tightening as if he could protect you from the continent as long as he held on. 

“Not burn my supper?” Though you didn’t push the rabbit into the fire it wouldn’t have made much difference. They were almost burnt to a crisp and tasted like it. 

[jaskierswolf]

Wolfie’s Witcher Tumblr Ficlets - Geraskier

(Updated 12/05/21) - These are not yet all on AO3 as they are quite short and honestly titles and summaries are my least favourite thing. (Bolded over 200 notes, Italics are now on AO3, (C) - are Christmassy/wintery Prompts)

Geraskier- Fantasy Verse

Fluff

Butt Bow, Bertie the Flirty, My Darling Esk,  Wolf Ears, Cuddles, Flower Crowns, Reunion Hugs, Snuggles, Flower braids,  What Pleases You, Sleepy cuddles, First kiss, Morning kisses, First winter (C), Muddy Bard (C), Spring God, Northern lights (C), Polar Diving (C), Medallion, Etiquettes, Baby Fiend, Kilt Jaskier, Amorous Bard, Corset, Lil’Bleater, Not friends, Baby Cockatrice, A new adventure, Wolfy Geralt the third, Cheek kisses, Falling in Love, Jaskier gets a new sword, I heard a rumour, Jaskier grows his hair, Skellige, Baby Forktail,

Hurt/Comfort

Axii, Thunderstorm, Wolf Ears, Post Mountain (feat Dandelion),  I Want You to Stay, Kissing Pollen, Wake Up, Kitten!Jask (pt. 2), Pirate AU, Kitten!Geralt, Platonic Valentine, Not Broken, Full naming Geralt, Touch Starved Geralt, Socks pt. 1, pt.2, Enough,

Spicy

Kisses,  Face sitting, pillow princess Geralt, Ambush in the woods, Thigh dagger, Rings, snowed in, Katrina Morhen (crack fic), Feral Geralt, Stable Smut, noncon - cockwarming,

Angst

I Could’ve Saved You, Kitten!Jask, Unrequited love

Geraskier - Modern Verse

Paint Fight, Breakfast, Faking Dating!, I’ve always loved you, Bird and the Bees, Paintball, Everyone thinks we’re dating, Gamer!Geralt, Fake dating... again!, ADHD Jask (Feat Trans Geralt), Booty Shorts, Coffee Shop AU, Hot chocolate (C), Butt bow (C), Christmas Party (C), Christmas Tree (C), Mr Grinch (C), Fake Dating... the third? (C), Actor!Jask 18+, Bathroom dalliances 18+, Sickfic (Ace/Aro Geralt), And they were roommates 18+, Coffee- Meet ugly, Footballer Geralt, 18+ Caught in the Rain, Popstar!Jask, Birthday Cake, Hurt/Comfort enby Jask, Hot tubs - 16+,

[omgitsnutmeg]

A goat walks into a Bar

This is my Witcher Secret Santa gift for the @thewitchersecretsanta event, my fic is for @martianapplecrumble I hope you enjoy and Happy New Year! <3

A Goat Walks Into A Bar

           Lambert fumbled with his keys as he unlocked the back door to his brewery. It was far too early to open, but someone had to check on the latest batch of applejack and to look over the ledgers to ensure that the bar was ready to open that night. Slipping into the warm building he curses the fact that his truck doesn’t ever seem to get warm enough and that his business partner Aiden refuses to work mornings. Lambert started his morning off in the usual way, going over the previous nights inventory logs and checking up on the distillery that was attached to the bar. As he wandered to the front of the bar, there was a strange noise at the front door a scraping sound followed by a bump and more scraping.

           Opening the front door Lambert peered out into the empty parking lot and startled as a small goat brushed by him and wandered into the bar. Now, Lambert knows that one of the buildings down the road has a small pen out back with a few goats and chickens but a goat wandering into his bar like it owned the place was a very new and unexpected occurrence. Closing the door against the cool winter air Lambert scrambled to see where the little goat had run off to. A minute later he found the goat behind the oak counter of his bar, nibbling contently on a piece of celery that had fallen off the counter the night before. Now that he had found the goat Lambert had no idea what to do, he didn’t want it wandering through his lovely bar causing chaos and potentially trying to eat the furniture, but the goat also needed to be out of the way before people arrived for lunch.

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           Meanwhile Eskel was panicking. He runs a small but credible animal rehabilitation center and a new volunteer had left one of the goat pens unlocked the night before. Usually this wouldn’t be a problem, however the unlocked pen in question belonged to his little herd of pygmy goats which housed his favorite goat, Lil’bleater. The primary problem with that is Lil’bleater had made it her life goal to be a professional escape goat shortly after he adopted her. After assuring himself that she was the only goat who had decided to escape the warm, dry pen, Eskel finished feeding the little goats and locked the pen. Now he was faced with actually finding the sweet terrible little goat who was usually out trying to steal the chicken’s food. Finding the chicken coop empty of goats and no sign of the little goat anywhere else on the property he had to consider the fact that Lil’bleater may have wandered off further than he first thought. Eskel’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the rescue’s phone ringing inside the building. He skidded through the door and grabbed the phone just in time to pick it up and greet the caller, “Kaer Morhen animal rescue this is Eskel speaking, how can I help you?” The reply was quick to come

“Hi, this is your neighbor, Lambert at Tequila Mockingbird. I opened to front door this morning to find a little white and brown goat who wandered into my bar. Would you happen to know whose goat it is?”

Eskels heart soared in relief as the worry for his favorite goat evaporated. “Oh, thank the goddesses! That’s Lil’bleater, one of our newer rescue goats she escaped sometime last night, and I’ve been looking for her all morning! I’ll be over to pick her up in just a few minutes if that’s okay with you, I’m so glad she’s alright! She has a tendency to escape and she seems to have gotten bolder in where she wanders”.

“ Thank goodness she’s yours, I have to open the bar by 11:30 for lunch and I don’t think I could run a bar and babysit your goat at the same time, I also know nothing about goats so the sooner you can pick her up the better”.

“I’d definatly be hard to run a bar and manage goats, I’ll be over as soon as possible to pick up Lil’Bleater, just try to keep an eye on her till I get there”.

“Okidoik, but if she eats any of the furniture in here someone other than me has to pay for it”.

           With that the phone line clicked off and Eskel was hopping into his beat-up truck about four seconds later. He was usually nervous when meeting new people because they tend to judge him based on his scars and his strong build. He’s tall and bulky in the way that lots of heavy farm work makes people and that make some people nervous around him. Today however he didn’t have time to feel nervous around the absolute relief that his little escape goat would soon be home safe. The drive to the bar felt like it took forever even though it was barley five minutes down the road. As Eskel pulled into the parking lot he couldn’t help but wonder which of the bar’s owners Lambert was, he had seen both of them at one point or another as they set up the bar a few months previously but he had never actually had the time to introduced himself to them. Eskel steeled himself as he knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for Lambert to open the door.

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           Meanwhile Lambert was attempting to take inventory of the bar and keep a determined little goat out of the fridge at the same time. The adorable little goat was trying to eat everything that it could see which makes counting beer cans and the other odds and ends in the bar much more difficult than it should be. Ten minutes later a blessed knock comes  from the front door and Lambert rushes to the door to greet his savior.

           The door to the quaint little brewery is thrown open, and Eskel is suddenly face to face with a very handsome and slightly flustered man. Lambert is a full head shorter than he is but seems to have a solid build. There was a long quiet pause as both men looked each other over before Lambert finally broke the silence.

           “You’re Eskel Right”?

           “Yeah, on the phone you said that you had found Lil’Bleater”?

           “I think she found me, she wandered right in the door this morning and I’m glad that you were available to come get her. Follow me”.

           With that Lambert had turned around and disappeared into the bar. Eskel hurried to keep up with him and found himself examining the dark but stylish bar. The bar itself was only half lit as it wasn’t open yet but seemed like a welcoming space. Lambert strutted behind the bar and Eskel peaked behind the bar to see his little rascal of a goat happily sitting there. Eskel also noticed how attractive the bar owner was. A head shorter than himself and showing off just muscled enough arms to prove that owning a bar had some heavy labor involved, Lambert was Eskel’s type through and through. He had to shake his head to clear those kinds of thoughts and he hurried to Lambert’s side to clip a harness and a leash onto Lil’Bleater.

           “Thanks so much for looking after Lil’Bleater for me! I’ll try to make sure she doesn’t escape again and I’m terribly sorry for bothering you this morning” Eskel spewed in a quick fountain of words.

           “It’s no problem”  Lambert muttered, “In fact since she’s out of here before lunch she didn’t even really interrupt my morning, she actually made it better. It’s much more interesting to meet you than it is to open the bar”. The two wandered back too the front door of the bar, Eskel watching Lil’Bleater closely to ensure that she doesn’t try to escape her harness. At the door, there is a second of awkward hesitation as they both look at each other. As Eskel reaches for the door handle, Lambert thrusts a business card out towards him.

           “If your interested you should call me… I’d like to get to know you better. Of course its no pressure if you aren’t interested, but please think about it” Eskel slowly takes the card and grins.

           “Yeah! I’ll definitely call you; we could get coffee sometime next week or something like that”.

           “That sounds great, you have a safe day and look after your little runaway! I look forwards to seeing you soon” Lambert beamed and watched as Eskel corralled his little goat into his truck and trundled off towards his home.

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           The two met up for coffee the next week, then to watch lacrosse at Lamberts bar then for dinner and movie dates galore. Before they knew it the two were introducing each other to their families, explaining the ridiculous coincidence of a goat deciding to walk into a bar.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28498374

[littleblondesoprano]

Okay so, pretty clearly in-game, Geralt swims, right? He’s pretty good at it, right. So, my question is, who taught him how? Vesinna probably didn’t - so it had to be Vesemir, right?

I need Vesemir teaching the wolf boys how to swim. (And Lil’Bleater encouraging them from the shore)

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Lil’Bleater

Masterlist

Summary: Mia is hungry when the small family return home.

Warnings: Medieval Surrogacy? Swearing, Humor, Fluff.

A/N: so here is part five of baby hustle, im really knuckling down trying to write as much as i can atm which is why im not really online much 🥰🥰🥰

Taglist: @viking-raider @havenoffandoms @two-unbeatable-beaters @thatgirly81 @littlefreya @killjoy-assbutt-1112 @thelastsock @seedless-vascular

"Eskel give me your goat!" Geralt shouted thundering into the training yard of kaer morhen a wailing hungry baby tucked in his arm.

"what- Geralt what the fuck?!" Eskel yelped trying intercept the white wolf that was striding towards his terrified lil'bleater

"She's hungry and our goat... Is incapacitated" Geralt said growling irritated at the loss of their goat just over a day ago.

The Witcher's growl spooked the goat sending it running for its life.

"Who? Oh god not again?" Eskel grounded spying the infant that was waving its tiny fists sobbing as loud as it could.

"Geralt why do you keep returning with children?" Eskel said with a chuckle finding his brothers plight amusing.

Geralt really seemed to over complicate his life. Djiin wishes, mage girlfriends, children of surprize and Jaskier? Now a baby.

"shut the fuck up and give my your goat!"

"boys! What is going on- Geralt why do you have another child?" Vesemir said with a worried look

"He stole it" Jaskier piped up from behind which made the other men frown at Geralt both furious and worried

"I did not steal Mai!" Geralt snarled turning to give the bard a death stare but Jaskier merly scoffed

"Bought it then" the smaller male shrugged looking to Vesemir and Eskel.

"I did not-Her mother gave her to me" the white wolf growled and looked to Vesemir and Eskel who were both watching the back and forth between them trying to make heads or tails of it.

"In exchange for gold! Geralt! You bought her!" Geralt winced as Jaskier's voice rose an octave then yipped and Yennefer slapped him across the back pf the head with a small 'whoops there was a fly'

The older Witcher's sighed deflated as Geralt didn't argue over buying the child with coin.

"Oh Geralt really?" Vesemir started making to scold the man but Geralt strode around him with a huff.

"can we discuss this another time? Shes hungry. Eskel where's your fucking goat run off to?"

"Geralt clam down, stop cursing in front of the child!" Vesemir chided sternly making the Witcher duck his head slightly, which in turn made Eskel roar with laughter and tease him.

"Yeah Geralt she will have a potty mouth!"

"Mia, is not going to have a potty mouth because I said a few fucks! Now bring me your goat!"

"No. Not until you ask me nicely" Eskel snipped crossing his arms his brow only twitching slightly as Mia's cries became hoarse.

"Wha- she's hungry just go get it!" Geralt seethed pupils contracting dangerously as his anger soared.

He did not like hearing his pups crying! Especially when he could stop it.

"Geralt say please" Yennefer warned him glaring at the Witcher, both Ciri and Jaskier were also glaring at him wanting the hungry child to be fed as quickly as possible.

"Eskel... Could you please bring your goat out here? So I can feed Mia" he sighed defeated and grimanced as his brothers face lit up in victory

"yes, I'd be delighted to just wait here." Eskel said waltzing off to fetch his precious goat.

In a matter of minutes Mia was quietly nursing on Lil'bleater

All eyes turned to Geralt who was sitting in a slouch. He was pouting after having lost Mia to Vesemir who was holding her securely keeping her comfortable as she fed greedily.

"What!? What's your problem?!" He snipped with a growl.

"... So you offered gold to take your whores baby; a baby that she had said she didn't want?" Eskel chuckled shaking his head unable to stop a grin from splitting his face.

"Yes, I... didn't want her to hurt it and... I knew the others would help" Geralt said trying to brush it off as mothing. He didn't want them to think he'd coveted the child after hearing her first tiny whimpers.  

" and now you and Yennefer are raising two girls and a bard?" Vesemir asked with a chuckle eyes crinkling as he smiled at his son. Everyone chose to ignore Jaskier who stuttered at the comment of being 'raised' by Geralt.

"He's a glutton for punishment" Yennefer smirked finding it amusing that both Vesemir and Eskel found

"I hadn't known she was a girl at first, it was only that night I actually checked" Geralt huffed growing a tad embarrassed.

"So for a whole day you didn't even know what you had?" Eskel gawfed before roaring with laughter, he could imagine the look on geralts face as he discovered she was in fact a female.

"No, and he wouldn't let anyone hold her much either! I had to physically wrestle him for her" Yennefer added fanning the flames in geralts cheeks as he got more and more embarrassed

"Well I for one am happy with yet another addition to the family" Vesemir smiled slowly raising the child and began to pat her back burping her.

Eskel and Geralt smiled, it would appear the old man had missed having youngsters about.

Vesemir was a combat trainer back when kaer morhen was in its prime but when he was not training he was helping with the much smaller children that were left for the Witcher's to find.

And it was safe to say the old Witcher hadn't lost his touch.

[kate-river]

Lil’Bleater - the real keeper of Kaer Morhen

Happy easter to you guys! :)

[kittynannygaming]

@witcher-bows-and-arrows

Prompt 11- My love (14/02/2022)

281 words

Eskel never thought he could be this happy! They were celebrating Ciri’s birthday, he was dancing with the love of his life and even Lil’Bleater had fun making face to the new baby goat!

“You seem happy, my love.” The gentle voice of his lover interrupted his train of thought.

“I am. So, so, happy!

- I’m glad. You deserve it. I need some air, walk with me?

- Of course, light of my life.” His love laughed, linking their arm to his. They walked out of the fortress.

He really thought, until a few years ago, that he would never get such happiness. He thought that Vesemir might be happy for them. The last three (young) wolves had found love with a specific twist.

Lambert and Aiden were the mischievous couple: in love as much as in lust with each other, the people who offended them were at best pranked to the inch of their life or they just disappeared (according to the severity of the offence).

Geralt and Jaskier were the old couple: together even before they knew they loved each other, they spent their time bickering like people who spent too much time together but still came to the other’s defence when they were threatened.

His love and him were the gentle couple: they love each other quietly, enjoying the other presence without needing to fill it with talking. Their love-making was mostly slow and tender. They were two pieces of a soul that could finally be together and enjoy being complete.

The sun was setting and the landscape was filled with amazing colours. He took a deep breath and kissed his beloved temple.

He was so happy.