#demiromantic eskel

[exantivancrow]

Hi!! A bit late rip but 2, 3, 6, 11 from the pride asks for hanna, fen, and anyone else you'd like! c:

laya, the light of my life, tysm!!! quick rundown of the bg3 ocs:

fen's my non-tav half drow halsin romancer, nature domain cleric of yondalla (listen, the underdark sucked) guild artisan

hanna's my witcher oc i borrowed for my first run when i got decision paralysis on the cc; human battlemaster fighter outlander who is also romancing halsin in her run bc he's eskel-coded

alecto's my gith oath of vengeance paladin soldier romancing astarion (and probably also halsin...... we're not gonna talk about it)

2. What's your oc's orientation? (Romantic, sexual, platonic, alterous, etc.) Do they have opinions about it?

Fen: Pansexual, bisexual, no matter your opinions on what label works best, if you're hot she's into it. She thinks it's kinda fascinating that this isn't the consensus on attraction. On the aromantic spectrum somewhere, because I'm incapable of making allo characters.

Hanna: She's pretty sure she's heterosexual; she has slept with more than just men, but she finds herself primarily focusing on men. She leads a busy stressful complicated life so if someone offers, that's all that matters, she'll take it, but she's not as into it as she could be. She's never really dedicated time/effort to figuring out more because she's got a busy stressful complicated life, but she is demiromantic.

Alecto: Their perception of sexuality (whoever is strong is attractive) is the only correct way. Astarion is strong in spirit, and in combat, if not in body, and he's not helpful in explaining how it works for people not raised in a creche, he's also drawn to strength.

3. How did your oc discover themselves? Did something cause them to question or have they always known?

Fen: She's always known. She's been through a lot of different cultures, and understood from her beginning how she worked.

Hanna: Was hit on by a gorgeous tiefling woman within her first year on the road, and thought "oh I can't pass up this opportunity", and then didn't enjoy it as much as she figured she would. Spent the next couple years finding the pattern before realizing she just wasn't as into women as she originally thought.

Alecto: The gith way is the only right way. Everyone born in the creche knows this.

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

Fen: Likes learning new ones! Both for herself and others. She thinks they're neat.

Hanna: Doesn't mind labels, but doesn't use them herself; does her absolute (hehehe) best to respect others'.

Alecto: Thinks labels are restrictive until someone tries to explain otherwise, and they just find that more confusing. Why say you fit into a category if that's not always true, then you're lying about it? Zheir friends mark it a lost cause. She isn't rude about it on purpose though, he's just genuinely confused.

11. Is your oc open about their identity? Are they more blunt or lowkey? Why or why not?

Fen: Has a thing about sharing personal information needlessly, is not open about it.

Hanna: Is blunt if asked, has no problem with being open about it, but non-maliciously considers it to be a waste of conversation. We could sit around and talk about objective statements about each other, or we could go take care of someone who needs help. She has a preference.

Alecto: Is, in fact, too blunt about it. Karlach once made the mistake of saying that talking to people about it is a way of showing you trust them, and listening to people about it is a way of showing you care, and now she brings it up (in too much detail) when she's trying to make friends. Her existing friends have to explain "it means she likes you".

looking at this, glad to see they're all as autistic as I am, lmaoooo; my new bg3 blog @lastlightinternet will feature more of these kiddos eventually! thanks for the ask laya!!

[eskelwolfed]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 / 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 / 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋 @eskelwolf

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬: cis male, he/him or non-binary, he/they. queer, prefers masc. demiromantic. bottom, submissive, switches when dynamic / chemistry is right.

he is open to ethical non-monogamous relationships in modern IF he did enough healing, and he's in his early thirties. Witchers aren't monogamous by default, they're also forced into solitude and emotionally damaged...so ....monogamy? Never heard of her.

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭.

In any case Eskel is Not Straight™. He might be bi, pan or very rarely gay.

Modern!Eskel uses he/him and they/them, while I think he doesn't really think about this stuff in Witcherverse. He's just a man. That's all he really knows, besides that he fucks men, women and monsters.

Eskel is generally more submissive, bottom and masochistic leaning. He does switch in many cases, though.

Yes, in fact, Eskel is attracted to men and women but he would prefer a man, that's his default sexual preference since I headcanon him madly in love with Geralt in Witcherverse.

speaking of Witcherverse: Eskel's main romantic interest is Geralt. More on that in this post and this one. That doesn't mean he isn't involved with others, but it clearly became much harder to ship him with other muses. Every thread/dynamic/ship before the [date here] remains unchanged. It's safe to assume we ignore that Geralt exists or Eskel and him have parted ways on bad terms.

Eskel is kinky. While Eskel's modern verses are clearly more diverse and queer, most kinks apply to Modernverse!Eskel. BUT depending on the modern timeline/verse he is a virgin and is sexually inexperienced.

This list is not completed and more kinks might be added.

symbols explained:

🖤 absolute favourite

✅ yes pls

⁉️ unsure/not tried yet&no desire to try

😶 indifferent

👀 curious, willing to try

⭕ soft limit (= can be discussed in established ships.)

❌ hard limit

⏮️ as receiver

⏭️ as giver

Please note that any kink/position/sexual action not mentioned does NOT mean it's a hard limit necessarily. I could've just forgotten to put it on this list or I haven't thought about it yet.

Fave kinks/likes/turn ons are bold.

Kissing 🖤

Cuddling 🖤

Men* 🖤

Women* 🖤

Non-binary folk 🖤

Anal ⏮️ 🖤 - ⏭️ ✅

Biting ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Scratching ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Hair pulling ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Anal gaping ❌

Enemas ❌

Anal prolapse ❌

Piss Enema ❌

Cum Enema ❌

Light bondage ⏮️ + ⏭️ ✅

Heavy bondage ⁉️

Light pain ⏮️ + ⏭️ ✅

Heavy pain ⭕

Cuckold ⏮️ + ⏭️ 👀

Gags ✅ ⏮️ - ⏭️ 👀

Sensory Deprivation ⁉️

Spanking ⏮️ ✅

Caning ⏮️ 👀

Flogging ⏮️ 👀

Whipping ⏮️ 👀

Crossdressing ⭕

Feminisation ⏮️ 👀 + ⏭️ ❌

Cock and Ball play ❌

Body worship ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Watersports ⏮️ 👀 + ⏭️ ⁉️

Threesome 👀

Group Sex 👀

Orgy 👀

Glory Hole ⏮️ 👀 + ⏭️ ⭕

Double penetration one hole ⏮️ + ⏭️ ✅

Double penetration two holes ⏮️ + ⏭️ 👀

Spitroasting ⏮️ ✅ + ⏭️ 👀

Blowjobs ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Cunnilingus ⏭️ 🖤

Face Fucking ⏮️ 👀 + ⏭️ ⭕

Face Sitting (without smothering) ⏮️ 🖤 + ⏭️ ⭕

Total Power Exchange ⏮️ 👀+ ⏭️ ❌

Heels ✅

Leather 👀

Lingerie ⏮️ 🖤 - ⏭️ ✅

Latex 😶

Breath play ⏮️ ⭕ - ⏭️ ❌

Choking ⏮️ + ⏭️ ✅

Chastity ⏮️ + ⏭️ 👀

Orgasm Control ⏮️ ✅ + ⏭️ 👀

Orgasm Denial ⏮️ ✅ + ⏭️ 👀

Orgasm Torture 👀

Edging ⏮️ + ⏭️ ✅

Swallowing ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Feet 😶

Spitting ⏮️ 👀 + ⏭️ ❌

Name Calling ⏮️ ⭕ + ⏭️ ❌

Verbal Humiliation ⏮️ ⭕ + ⏭️❌

Degradation 👀

Pet/Master 😶⁉️

Slave/Master 👀

Collar and Leash ⏮️ + ⏭️🖤

Encasement ⁉️

Age play ⁉️

Race play ❌

CNC ⏮️ ⭕ - ⏭️ ❌

Somnophilia 👀

Dubcon 👀

Public Disgrace 👀

Face slapping ⏮️ 👀 + ⏭️ ⁉️

Cock/Pussy slapping 👀

Cutting ⏮️ 👀 + ⏭️ ❌

Branding ❌

Piercings (non sexual) ✅

Needle play ⏮️ 👀 + ⏭️ ⁉️

Omorashi ⏮️ ✅ + ⏭️ 😶

Voyeurism ✅

Exhibitionism 👀✅

Sloppy Seconds ⏮️ 👀 / ✅ + ⏭️ 👀

Unsafe Sex ⭕

Breeding ⏭️⭕ ⏮️👀

Toys 🖤

Nipple Clamps ⏮️ + ⏭️🖤

Monsters 👀👀

Aliens 👀

Vore/Unbirthing ❌

Ghosts 👀

Butt plugs ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Tickling ⭕

Sex swings 😶

Fetish clubs ⭕

Lingerie ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Corsets ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Speech restrictions ⏮️ + ⏭️ ⭕

No Safewords ⭕

Roleplay ✅👀

Uniforms 👀

Sex outdoors 👀

Fingering 👀

Morning sex ✅

Cockwarming ⏮️+ ⏭️ 🖤

Lotus position ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Doggy 😶

Missionary ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Riding ⏮️ + ⏭️ ✅

Reverse Riding ⏮️ + ⏭️ ✅

Frotting ✅

Mutual Masturbation ✅

Sex in the car 👀

Extensive foreplay ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Multiple Orgasms ✅

Ice cubes 👀

Filming sex, photographs ⭕

Nudes ⏮️✅ + ⏭️

Sexting ✅

Phone sex ✅

Big breasts ✅

Small breasts ✅

Big cocks ✅

Small cocks ✅

Older partners ✅

Younger partners (18+) ✅

Taboo roleplay 👀

Under the influence of drugs ❌

Bimbofication ❌

Blood 😶

Scat ❌

Sweat 😶

Crying 🖤

Begging ⏮️ + ⏭️✅

Praise ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

Make up ✅

Messy ⏮️ + ⏭️ 🖤

One (partner) clothed, one (him) naked: ✅

Human furniture ⁉️

Gentle domination ⏮️ + ⏭️🖤

Kidnapping ⁉️

Servitude ⏮️ + ⏭️ ✅

[hungarianbee]

A title just for you! 'Contemplating the Concepts of Love' Have fun!

You just gave me an opportunity to put the honorable badge of “demiromantic” on a character, and I love it.

I’ve never written the wolf boys, not really, so let’s say, uhhhh. Fuck it. Voltehre survives. He survives and lives through the events of the books. He sees Lambert fall in love and losing it - and with it, a part of himself -, sees Geralt and Eskel growing ever closer, until you can’t see one without the other. Not until a certain sorceress. Sees Vesemir’s affection for the twicegrassed Golden Child, Geralt’s burgeoning love for the Lioncub, the happiness on Coën face when he can play games with the child. The playfulness and familiarity Geralt exhibits, when he’s with his hanza.

And then he looks at himself, and finds variants of that love within himself. How he’d burn the world for Lambert, the pranks he plays on Eskel and Geralt that always ends with amused grumbling. How he slices off the best parts of his portion for the cub.

And how he hadn’t even realized that he’s head over heels for a certain griffin, until it was knocking on his head with a hammer. It’s new. Exhilarating. Terrifying. He wants to curl up in the dark. He wants to cuddle up and never let go.

But they’re witchers. He has time to figure it out. Doesn’t he?

[wordsablaze]

To Be Loved

Love is a fickle thing, it can burst into life within minutes or it can take months to fully bloom. The one thing Jaskier and Eskel can always agree on is that it's more than worth the time it takes...

A/N: continues on from to be found but also works as a standalone, written for aro week <3

-

Their first date had gone well, all things considered.

Eskel had been a little sleep deprived on account of working until late and worrying until even later but Jaskier hadn’t seemed to mind at all, bursting with enough enthusiasm for the both of them.

He’d been waiting outside the bakery at six, scrolling through his phone and looking up just as Eskel was debating whether he should just sneak back inside. Jaskier had grinned widely and Eskel had immediately known it was going to be a good evening.

“You look like you have a lemon stuck in your mouth,” Lambert tells him as he walks into work a week later.

“And how would you know what that looks like?” Eskel grumbles.

To be honest, he’s felt like he has a lemon stuck in his mouth since last weekend because Jaskier had promptly disappeared off the face of the earth. He wants to think it’s just a coincidence but he can’t help feeling as though it’s another case of the whole Eskel isn't good at first dates so of course it wouldn’t work out thing again.

Lambert raises his hands in surrender and gestures to the kitchens, where everyone is allowed to work in peace when they’re not in the right mindset for actual interaction. He zones out immediately, only looking up when Coen pokes his head in the doorframe.

“We might need your help with this guy,” he says, and Eskel sighs, already expecting a problematic customer or something.

What he’s not expecting is Jaskier tapping his foot on the floor and biting his lip. He freezes when he sees Eskel, opening his mouth to say something, but Eskel holds up a hand. “Can you come through to the back? I don’t want to have this conversation here.”

In the few minutes it takes for them to reach the office, he’s decided he’s more than ready for Jaskier to admit his spontaneous flirting was just a whim and he's not interested in anything else. Only, Jaskier does nothing of the sort.

“Eskel, I am so sorry about disappearing! I didn’t mean to, I swear! It’s just that Shani’s place flooded so she broke her ankle and I had to drive her to the hospital but we were arguing on the way and this guy at a red light decided I’d hurt her as if I wouldn’t rather die but we ended up fighting and I ended up with a concussion again and we both had to stay for observation or something and I- I’m really sorry for leaving you hanging,” Jaskier blurts.

Eskel blinks.

“Is she okay?” he asks, not really sure what he’s meant to be focusing on.

Jaskier nods, his shoulders dropping as he lets out a slow exhale. “She went to medical school, she knew exactly what they were going to do before we even got in the car.”

“That’s useful,” Eskel replies, but then shakes his head. “Wait, are you okay? Someone gave you a concussion?”

He’d been amused last time Jaskier had downplayed concussions but now he’s seriously wondering if he should be concerned about how the other man can be so unfazed by so much - it’s not like you can develop an immunity to head trauma.

Jaskier just nods again. “Of course, I’m fine. I hope I didn’t give you the wrong impression?”

“Not at all,” Eskel lies.

There are arms around him before he can try and figure out whether Jaskier had seen through his lie. He stumbles slightly but allows the embrace to happen, oddly comforted by the fact that Jaskier is just as relieved to have explained the truth as Eskel is; maybe this time things truly can work out, he thinks.

.

“You really don’t have to go tonight,” Jaskier says for the fourth time that day.

Eskel sighs, throwing a cushion at him. “It’s been three months since we met, I think it’s about time I see you perform.”

Jaskier hums before flopping onto the small sofa, resting his head on Eskel’s lap with the rest of his body draped lengthwise, his feet dangling off the armrest at the end. “But I know you don’t like loud or crowded spaces and we aim to have exactly that,” he pouts.

There’s a long moment in which Eskel just appreciates that he’s not being forced to go despite how bizarre it is to experience the exact opposite situation. He smiles down at Jaskier and very truthfully says, “It won’t matter because I like you.”

He places a finger on Jaskier’s lips when he tries to argue again, chuckling. “And before you ask me again if I’m sure, don’t.”

Jaskier’s eyes practically sparkle for a moment before he twists his head and bites Eskel’s finger, nowhere near hard enough to hurt but firmly enough for it to be a shock.

Rolling his eyes, Eskel laughs. “What, my baking isn’t enough for you anymore?”

Starting to reply only to realise that he can’t form actual words whilst biting down on an index finger, Jaskier pulls Eskel’s hand away and grins. “Dessert is fine, darling, but you’re a five-course meal and I wouldn’t trade all the oven goodies in the world for you.”

Eskel has no idea how to reply to that.

It’s far more romantic than anything he’s used to and he’s never been good at flirting so the last thing he wants to do is say something that ruins whatever they have going on. After a long moment of panic, he settles on shrugging. “We have a pretty good oven.”

Jaskier hums in reply and thankfully doesn’t press on his hesitation, sitting upright with a small sigh. “I suppose I should go get dressed. Are you driving?”

“I don’t trust you with my car,” Eskel says, only half joking.

“I’ll be wearing those heeled boots then,” Jaskier grins, taking absolutely no offence as he springs to his feet and blows a kiss before heading to Eskel’s bathroom, where he’d dumped his change of clothes when arriving earlier and declared it was his domain for the rest of the day.

If anyone had told the Eskel of a few years ago that he’d willingly allow someone so chaotic to saunter around his home and genuinely flirt with him in every other conversation, he’d probably have rolled his eyes and assumed they’d somehow mistaken him for someone else; maybe changing his mindset has been for the better, he thinks.

.

The ocean has no right to be so elegant.

Eskel had never been a huge fan of beaches because the stubbornness of sand is quite frankly sinful but Jaskier absolutely adores everything about them and there’s only so many of his puppy dog eyes that can be refused.

“We’ll barely even touch the sand, I promise!” Jaskier had declared, and he’d made sure of it too.

Soon enough, they’re settled on the rocky side of the beach, propped up against a larger stone with their legs stretched out in front of them and their shoulders pressed together. Jaskier slips his fingers into Eskel’s and gently squeezes, which has quickly become one of Eskel’s favourite things ever.

“Aren’t the waves gorgeous?” Jaskier asks wistfully.

Eskel hums. “They can still kill you.”

Jaskier laughs, nudging him. “Ever the optimist, aren’t you? Nothing can kill me, darling, not today.”

Well, he can’t really argue with that because he feels the exact same way. It’s hard to think of anything morbid when celebrating six months together and he doesn’t particularly want to try so he just nods in agreement.

“Thank you,” Jaskier whispers after a while.

Eskel turns to him, tilting his head to one side. “No, you were right, it is soothing to watch the waves.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Jaskier lifts their connected hands and places a soft kiss on Eskel’s thumb before looking directly at him with an even softer smile. “Thank you for letting me stay for so long.”

He says that as if Eskel isn’t in disbelief about someone being willing to stay with him for so long, especially someone like Jaskier who could probably charm his way into the lives of anyone he pleases.

“I should be saying that to you,” Eskel admits, “I know I’m not exactly the best partner out there.”

Jaskier genuinely looks offended. He uses his free hand to poke Eskel’s stomach and glares at him. “Don’t say things like that, you are possibly the kindest and most patient person I know, not to mention the most handsome.”

Eskel’s face heats up at that and even though he knows he tries to be kind and patient, he can’t help wishing he could be more, that he could be charming and fun and worthy of the poetry Jaskier keeps texting to him whenever he’s drunk.

“Hey, look at me?” Jaskier asks.

Eskel’s head moves before he gives it permission but he has no regrets because Jaskier is smiling and he’s grown overly fond of that stupid smile and the way it manages to make him feel a little better every time it’s directed towards him.

“I love you,” Jaskier whispers.

Oh.

His expression must give his alarm away because Jaskier squeezes his hand again and shuffles so he’s leaning his head on Eskel’s shoulder, looking out at the ocean. “You don’t have to say it back but I couldn’t possibly have gone another day without telling you. And it doesn’t matter, you’re still the best.”

Jaskier falls in love with someone or something new every other day but they’ve both been hesitant to acknowledge his unwavering commitment to loving Eskel until now. Eskel exhales slowly, letting his head rest stop Jaskier’s and closing his eyes.

His first instinct is to apologise but he’s almost certain Jaskier would throw him into the ocean if he did so he settles for squeezing Jaskier’s hand and shuffling even closer, focusing on the way they fit together so well, on the way everything they do together is comfortable, on the way he doesn’t feel pressured to pretend.

He’s always been a little scared of actually finding the love he usually only hears about through everyone else in fear of somehow failing at it but Jaskier has never demanded anything he wasn’t happy to give; maybe love isn’t so frightening with the right people, he thinks.

.

“Jaskier, where’s my hoodie?” Eskel asks, frowning at his wardrobe.

He knows Jaskier sometimes borrows his clothes but he’s not sure how to take that since he seems to do that with literally everyone he knows, whether that’s his bandmates, random people he meets at bars, or even Ciri on a few memorable, drunk occasions.

“Which one?” Jaskier calls back from the kitchen where he’d gone to find popcorn because he refuses to watch a film without some.

Eskel sighs. “The red one with the flowers.”

“Roses!” Jaskier corrects, and Eskel just knows he’s shaking his head in exasperation. “And I don’t know!”

After a moment of frustration, Eskel shrugs on the other red hoodie and makes his way to the kitchen, groaning when he sees Jaskier wearing the not so missing hoodie. Jaskier’s eyes widen at the sound and he spins on his heel to check the microwave as if having expected it to be exploding.

“I thought you said you didn’t know?” Eskel asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jaskier only frowns. “I don’t?”

It takes him a minute to catch on and finally glance down at himself, at which point he bites his lip and looks up again sheepishly. “I just grabbed a random one,” he mumbles eventually.

Eskel rolls his eyes because it’s not the first time they’ve had this type of conversation and makes his way over, using his thumb to gently pull Jaskier’s lip out from under his teeth before very softly kissing him. “Blue suits you better,” he whispers.

Jaskier nods, still wide-eyed and a little breathless as he lifts his arms and loops them around Eskel’s neck. “But red reminds me of you,” he whispers back, his gaze flickering between Eskel’s eyes and lips.

Well, there goes Eskel’s heart melting again.

The microwave beeps at them before he figures out how to reply, both of them jumping enough for their foreheads to crash together. Jaskier curses immediately, stepping back as he rubs his head and glares at the microwave as if it’d just stabbed him.

“Hope the popcorn is worth the pain,” Eskel says, laughing.

Jaskier sticks his tongue out before pulling the popcorn out, pouring it into a bowl and handing said bowl to Eskel as he has the steadier hand and is far less likely to spill it all before they even sit down, which they’d unfortunately had to learn from experience.

“Don’t doubt me, darling, you are going to love this film!” Jaskier declares just as he always does - he’s only right about half the time but Eskel has to credit him for the everlasting confidence at least.

It doesn’t take them long to settle, Jaskier leaning heavily on Eskel and their arms wrapped around each other, and although Eskel is about ninety percent certain he won’t like the film judging by the cover, he wouldn’t dare interrupt Jaskier’s mission to broaden his cinematic horizons or whatever.

“You are unfairly comfortable,” Jaskier mumbles, practically burrowing into his chest.

Eskel laughs, snuggling closer himself. “You have very strange standards.”

Jaskier hums quietly, choosing popcorn over replying to the accusation just as the film finally starts with a rather cliché shot of the view from a window. He was right in thinking he wouldn’t particularly like it but Jaskier’s constant commentary has both of them laughing and it’s worth the watch anyway; maybe being with someone else makes the boring things less boring, he thinks.

.

Weird how a year can feel like forever as well as no time at all.

Eskel wakes up on the morning after their first anniversary with a slow smile, taking in the way Jaskier is sprawled over him like some sort of misguided blanket.

Perhaps it’s just Jaskier’s poetic influence over the past year but he thinks it’s utterly fitting that sunlight just so happens to be falling over the two of them in a way that makes it seem as though they’re glowing even though it’s still winter.

It’s a good thing Jaskier sleeps like the dead when he actually manages to fall asleep for a normal human amount of time because it gives Eskel the chance to do things like bring them breakfast in bed. This one he’s been planning for a while so he doesn’t waste any time gazing and quickly slips out of bed, getting himself sorted and making his way to the kitchen.

He more or less makes the pancakes with muscle memory alone because there’s a part of him that can’t help worrying. He knows Jaskier loves him, he knows that better than he knows most things, but he’s never had a relationship this long and he doesn’t know the right etiquette to all of this.

“Eskel?”

Cursing inwardly, he grabs the tray - complete with a plate of four pancakes, two mugs of coffee, and one small envelope - and heads back to his bedroom, pausing in the doorway. “Right here,” he smiles.

Jaskier returns the smile, then yawns before raising his eyebrows at the sight of the tray. “We already had anniversary breakfast yesterday?”

“Are you saying you don’t want the pancakes?” Eskel asks, smirking when Jaskier sits up with a grin that makes his answer perfectly clear. “Thought so.”

“Mhm, you’re the best boyfriend in the galaxy,” Jaskier says as Eskel places the tray at the foot of the bed and settles beside him.

Eskel is more than aware his face has probably gone embarrassingly red but for once, Jaskier doesn’t point it out, instead getting distracted by and picking up the little envelope with a frown. “What’s this?”

Deep breath.

“Can I open it now?” Jaskier asks, thankfully able to guess that Eskel’s throat has gone a little too dry for him to explain.

When he nods, Jaskier offers him a smile and rips one side open, gasping when he sees what’s inside: a key. Or more specifically, a replica of Eskel’s house key.

“I love you,” Eskel says honestly.

It’d taken him a while to get things sorted in his head - not to mention several awkward conversations with his family and friends - but at this point, he’s absolutely certain he loves Jaskier and nothing can make him question his heart in the slightest.

Jaskier sniffles and throws his arms around Eskel before he can apologise for making him cry. And Eskel laughs, holding his boyfriend whom he truly genuinely loves because he is capable of that after all close until they’re both satisfied they’re not going to actually burst into tears or anything.

“I love you back, of course,” Jaskier says as he pulls back, rubbing his eyes.

Eskel grins, ignoring the way it almost physically hurts his face, and only grins further when Jaskier kisses him despite both of them being a little too smiley for it to really work.

“I can’t believe you made me cry before pancakes,” Jaskier grumbles eventually, elbowing him, but he’s still half-grinning and there’s a lot of mixed signals.

Laughing, Eskel brushes his thumbs under Jaskier’s eyes. “The pancakes aren’t going anywhere.”

Jaskier hums in acknowledgement and twirls the key between his fingers for a long moment, apparently thinking something over. “You are aware this means you’re never going to get a moment of peace again, right?” he asks.

“I’m willing to take that risk,” Eskel replies even though he’s never felt more at peace than when he’s with Jaskier.

“On your head be it, darling,” Jaskier laughs, shuffling so he can curl into Eskel’s arms again, “I love you so much.”

Eskel’s reply is swallowed by the lump in his throat but it’s okay because Jaskier knows and he knows Jaskier knows and that’s more than enough. Their breakfast will probably go cold before they get round to it but neither of them will mind because everything else is just so perfect; maybe love is just being patient with the differences, Eskel thinks.

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ik this is fairly niche so it's unlikely many ppl will be reading but just in case: this fic was not meant to reflect aromanticism as a whole - sometimes you just don't aim for love and that's totally valid !! this was just a lil ventfic,,

ongoing masterlist for this au if you’re interested :)

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thanks for reading !! masterlist | witcher blog: @itsjaskier​

[jaskierswolf]

*vibrates in Ace* I have so many prompt ideas but I don’t want to bother you. Can I have Ace/Aro Eskel with supportive family learning from Jaskier that it’s okay to not feel those things? (No, I’m not projecting, wdym)

You’re projecting, I’m projecting, we’re all projecting! Featuring Aro Jask and Demi-romantic Lambert. _______

The first time Jaskier came to Kaer Morhen the witchers were confused yet curious. They had heard about Geralt’s on and off bard friend a lot over the years and were, overall, delighted to meet him. Geralt had spoken of him highly with such open affection and fondness that Eskel had assumed the pair of them were in a relationship. Lambert had Aiden, after all, and Geralt had his bard.

Eskel had… well he had his goats. He’d tried relationships in the past. There was a part of him that longed for the company. Whenever someone was kind to him and didn’t immediately run for the hills, there was bubble of hope in his chest, that maybe this person would be the one that made him feel those warm overwhelming emotions that all the best poet’s sung about.

Every time he was disappointed. Even when his partners had said that they loved him, or kissed him in the early morning light. There was nothing. Objectively he could see they were attractive. He could see it in their smiles and in the way their eyes twinkled when they laughed. He could see it in the thick dark curls of their hair, or the way the sunlight bounced off golden waves that fell to their waist.

But he wasn’t attracted to them not in the way he longed for, not in the way they wanted of him. Kisses were alright once in a while but he didn’t like it when it developed past that. He felt so indifferent in comparison to his lover’s passion that he just…

He felt lost.

So when Jaskier had thrown his head back and laughed after Lambert had called him Geralt’s boyfriend, Eskel had just stared at the bard.

“Oh ho ho! No.” Jaskier gasped out between laughs. “I’m not. We’re not… we’re just friends.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest, ruffling Jaskier’s hair. “Don’t sound so horrified by the idea of it, Jaskier.”

“Oh shush.” Jaskier swatted him away. “I love you, you bastard, stop fishing for compliments.”

“You just said?” Lambert ran a hand through his hair and furrowed his brow. “Fuck.”

Jaskier sighed and put both hands on his hips. “He’s my best friend. Do you not love your friends, witcher? Fuck, no wonder Geralt took years to bloody admit it. I love him. I’m not in love with him. I don’t go in for romance.” Aiden cackled and swung his arm around Lambert’s shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss to the redhead’s cheek. “Aww, he’s like you, wolf!”

“Shut up, kitten. Just takes me time. Not all of us fall in love in first sight. It’s gross fairytale shit.” Lambert grumbled but his cheeks lit up in a blush. Eskel frowned. He’d never heard Lambert talk about that before. As far as they’d been aware his relationship with Aiden had been romantic from the start. “What?” Lambert snapped.

“Nothing. Just didn’t know you felt like that.” Eskel grumbled as he scuffed his feet on the floor.

“The vast and beautiful spectrum of love!” Jaskier sang happily and leapt at Geralt. Geralt grunted but caught the bard in his arms. “Melitele knows it is a bard’s bread and butter.”

“Even if you don’t feel it at all?” Eskel muttered quietly.

Jaskier pouted and cupped Geralt’s cheek before jumping back onto the floor. He strolled over to Eskel with a tilt of his head. “Do you love your fellow witchers?”

Eskel frowned and nodded. “They’re family.”

“And the goats?” Jaskier smirked.

Eskel laughed. “Course I do. I’m their dad.”

“What about me? I know you don’t know me that well yet but I like to think we’re friends?” Jaskier looked up at him with wide eyes.

Eskel sighed at the bard’s dramatics. “Fine, yes. You’re not bad bard.”

“Not bad?! Geralt! Tell him.” Jaskier poked Eskel in the chest. “I’m a fucking delight, witcher!”

“Hmm.” Eskel rolled his eyes and swatted Jaskier’s hands away.

“The point is!” Jaskier announced with a flourish. “Love, sex, romance, it can be whatever the fuck you want it to be. Even if you realise that it’s not for you. You glorious witcher, you.”

Eskel offered Jaskier a broad smile and clapped him over the back. “Thank you, bard. That. That means a lot.”

Jaskier beamed up at him and patted him on the shoulder. “Anytime, my dear Eskel, anytime.”

[himbo-half-orc]

Witcher Fanfic link list

I have written a few things now for the Witcher fandom, so I thought I’d put them all in one place so you can find them.

I have loads of fics posted to my AO3 account - please check it out ^_^

Other things I have written:

Bullet fics:

Kaer Morhen D&D - No shipping really, just a fun game of D&D

Winter at Kaer Morhen - Lambert x Aiden and Awkward!Geralt x Jaskier. 

Jaskier’s birthday - Jaskier gets surprise presents at Kaer Morhen. Written for @jaskierswolf for their birthday.

Aro!Geralt x Jaskier based on the Hexer TV series. (I really love those two).

Arrows -  Modern AU. Aro!Geralt gets a present for Valentine’s day

Demiromantic Geralt wants to invite Jaskier to KM for winter

Short fics:

Ace Eskel - what *really* happened with the succubus. written for Ace Week

Dating show AU - Geraskier idea, which @jaskierswolf turned into an awesome fic called Heartbreak Hotel

Red Wolf -  Lambert x Aiden gen. Someone gets confused over Eskel's nickname and thinks Lambert is the Red Wolf due to his hair colour. (loosely relates to a DD fic, but this does stand alone)

Lil’ Bleater - Eskel brings his goat back to KM

Misc lists:

Bullet fics - a link to my AO3 collection of short bullet fics

Fluff battle fics (also on AO3) - a list of the 3 fics I wrote for the fluff battle

Ace fics - a link to my AO3 collection of Asexual fics, mostly written for the Witcher Ace Week

Aro fics -  a link to my AO3 collection of Aromantic fics, mostly written for the Witcher Ace Week

Witcher Ace Week Collection - a link to the AO3 collection of Ace fics written by various authors

[monstersandmaw]

I had an extremely vivid and oddly detailed dream last night about a non-existent Witcher character who was called Cillian.

Content (just in case): bi/pansexual, demiromantic character, fighting monsters, mention of past injury, facial scarring, and the loss of sight in one eye.

It’s all sfw, but I stuck it below the cut because I don’t want to bore people or take up too much dash space with this cinnamon roll, dream-inspired OC that I probably won’t do anything with.

About 6′2″ tall, lean and muscular but not bulky, with just-past shoulder-length, black hair and darkly-tanned skin, Cillian is naturally shy and usually keeps to himself around Kaer Morhen.

He enjoys his work as a Witcher, and enjoys helping people, but he doesn’t normally go venture from the keep, and spends most of his time training any new recruits, training in the yard, or reading in the library. When he was about twenty, he was hurt in a fight with a monster, and bears scars similar to those of Eskel in canon (I think my brain basically based him off Eskel, who is a canon cinnamon roll and certified all round Best Boy™). Anyway, in the incident that nearly cost him his life, Cillian was clawed across his face, and lost the sight in his left eye.

In my dream, Vesemir dispatched Cillian and a couple of other Witchers out to a village (which was basically White Orchard from the start of the Witcher III game, I think). They were sent to get rid of the griffin that Geralt hunts in the game, and on their first night there, they stay at the little tavern. Later that night, the patrons were trying to convince the younger sister of the pub’s owner, apparently named Lunaera, to dance for them while some folks played fiddle and accordion. She loves to dance, so she obliged, and she noticed Cillian watching her, and smiled at him. Clearly, she thinks he’s cute, and his fellow witchers ribbed him amicably, and he got all shy. He’s not really used to putting himself out there for attention, and has only had a few sexual encounters, mostly with the male witchers back at Kaer Morhen, so he’s... bashful.

Not long after that, someone yelled that Lunaera should pick someone to dance with, and her eyes landed on him again, which horrified him (he doesn’t know how to dance and didn’t want to have attention drawn to him like that), but when she saw the look on his face she didn’t pull him from the crowd to dance, but she also decided not to dance any more. After some chivvying from the other two Witchers, Cillian eventually approached the bar afterwards and quietly thanked her. She struck up a conversation and asked about what he was doing there, and he tells her about the griffin contract. He asks if she knows where he can find some herbs (buckthorn???) to bait the trap, and she says she’ll walk with him the next day to show him.

And that’s where the dream ended. Normally my dreams are absolute chaos, but this one was a full-blown story. And I remembered it.

If you read this far and would like me to write their story, let me know by leaving a like and/or sending an ask. I might adapt it from being a Witcher-specific story to just a generic ‘monster hunter’ story. Not sure. If you have preferences, let me know!

[roughentumble]

i think the only thing that rly disappointed me abt the accidental warlord AU is that at one point, pre-threesome, eskel describes his feelings as being like. "well, i cant imagine being in their bed EVERY night," and other stuff that showed that he was really interested in being a tertiary piece, who was equally loved but able to come and go as he pleased, and who probably wouldn't be spending most nights with them. like, equally loved, but taking a different form and needing more room to breathe, and simply not being totally interested in being as.... all the time as geralt and jaskier

but then they get together and its more like, oh he just didnt feel ~~good enough~~ to DESERVE all the time, but now he's there basically all the time <3

and i was like. but. i was excited for alternative dynamics and an eskel that deserved love but genuinely wasnt super Into It All The Time, who could even perhaps be interpreted as some form of demisexual/demiromantic, who went through bouts of needing to be alone and thrived in a relationship where he wasnt the focus and could go long periods without like. Being All Up In Everyone's Everything(and vice versa, everyone being all up in his)

it's super pedantic of me, and it's not the author's fault that it didnt end up being Exactly What I Envisioned, just. i do wish it had been my thing, because i thought of it in my brain and it was what i wanted

[inexplicifics]

Eskel has crawled into my heart, plonked down a chair, and refuses to move. I'm ace and demiromantic and I love him so much.

He’s very cuddly!

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by PerplexinglyParadoxialPerson

The Asset is Hydra’s greatest weapon, but due to an unfortunate mishap with a Tesseract weapon, he ends up in a different universe, one with elves, dragons, and magic beyond his wildest imaginings. Luckily, two people, who are kind and understanding like he’s never seen before let him tag along with them. Unfortunately, they seem to believe that he’s under an evil spell of some kind. Of course, what can you expect from people so focused on their own pining that they can’t tell the other is in love with them?

Words: 616, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Universe in binary

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, James "Bucky" Barnes, Vesemir (The Witcher), Steve Rogers, Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, James "Bucky" Barnes & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, James “Bucky” Barnes & Jaskier | Dandelion, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, in the past and will happen again

Additional Tags: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Standard Winter Soldier Warnings, Brainwashing, Dehumanization, Implied/Referenced Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings, Non-Human Jaskier | Dandelion, The Tesseract (Marvel), Flashbacks, Feral Jaskier | Dandelion, Valdo Marx Being an Asshole, Valdo Marx dies, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Soft Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Soft Bucky Barnes, Flower Crowns, Hair Braiding, Universe Travel, The Witcher Lore, Lore - Freeform, Bucky Barnes's Trigger Words, Witcher Potions (The Witcher), Bathing/Washing, Is it really a Witcher fic if there isn’t bathing?, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Himbo Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion Being an Idiot, they’re both idiots but this time Geralt is less of one than Jaskier, Geralt and Jaskier get together, Finally, Demiromantic Jaskier | Dandelion, Pansexual Jaskier | Dandelion, Bucky is so done, Protective Vesemir (The Witcher), Soft Vesemir (The Witcher), Steve is a nerd, Smart Steve, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, torture of children aka, Trial Of The Grasses (The Witcher), Angry Lambert (The Witcher), Minor Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Nightmares, monster fight, Kaer Morhen, Winter At Kaer Morhen, Dissociation, Convergence, Conjunction of Spheres

[eskelwolfed]

ESKEL’S SPN VERSE

Eskel Savage

Birthday: February 13th, 1987 at 11:11pm (Friday 13th & Full Moon)

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Place of Birth: Devil’s Den, Wyoming

Height: 1.93m

Weight: 103 kilos

Sexuality: gay demiromantic

Gender: cisgender male (he/him)

Built: Strong, broad, moderate muscle build

Appearance: wears mostly henley’s or black or striped shirts, Levi’s jeans, boots (hiking, army), allstars, long black army coat with red buttons. Long curly hair in a ponytail or messy bun, no glasses. army watch, no ear rings, two rings on his left middle and ring finger. wears a necklace with a silver cross. Scarred right cheek, scars reaching under his eye and down his lips to his chin. One eye is blue, the other is light brown. Anti possession tattoo between his shoulder blades. 

Weapon of choice: shotgun, self made silver hunting knives (5 and 8 inches) on a hidden weapon belt under his shirt or coat. Mediocre hand to hand combat. Krav Maga. Thanks to his mother being a rogue witch, he can make hex bags, witch bottles, simple spells like location spells, glamours, amnesia, hiding his location, sleep, and paralysis. Exorcisms, battle runes, elemental magic. Invocation of lesser deities. 

Familiar: none. He’s no witch himself, the gene wasn’t passed on from his mother. 

Relationship status: single. hook ups on the road: rare.

Notable kills: A group of werewolves in Salem, Massachusetts. Avenged the death of his mother and sister. Unknown species monster in Derry, Maine. Succubus in Las Vegas. 

Vehicle: Toyota Chaser

[jaskierswolf]

Ace Week 2020

Wolfie’s Fic - AO3

Ace Lambert (Lambden), Grey Ace Geralt (Gerlion), Demisexual Jaskier, QPR Gerlion, Ace Eskel, Demi Jaskier and Ace Essi (TW apply), 18+ Demiromantic Jaskier + Ace Geralt (Geraskier), Ace Geralt and Ciri (Geraskier), Aro/Ace Touch-Starved Eskel, QPR Hexer Boys, Ace/Aro Geralt (sickfic- Geraskier),

Hailie’s Fics

by @hailhailsatan

Grey Ace Geralt HCs (Geraskier), Bath time (Geraskier), Demisexual Geralt (Gerlion), Ace Jaskier (Geraskier), Grey Ace Geralt (Geraskier),  Demisexual Geralt (Geraskier), Ace Geralt, Panic Attack - Ace Geralt (Geraskier),

Other people’s fics

Demisexual Aiden (Lamden) by @feraljaskier

Aro Dandelion by @abluescarfonwaston

Ace Eskel by @slythnerd

Pro- Cuddler Jaskier - Otherwise known as ‘A Little Human Contact’

Ace Jask and Geralt (Geraskier) by @flowercrown-bard

Ace Witchers by @wordsablaze

Ace Geralt and Jaskier by @suddenly-im-respecsable

Research: Ace Geralt (Geraskier) by @kueble

Jaskier de Bergerac by @ulspi

A Solitary Planet - Ace Geralt (geraskier) by @sternenstaub28

Understanding - Ace Jask by @theamazingbard

[eskelwolfed]

Sorry guys, it's headcanon time. Bear with me.

ESKEL IS BISEXUAL DEMIROMANTIC

Show Eskel knew he was into men basically when he became aware that he was a sexual being, which means around the age of 9-13. He heard from other Witchers who already walked the Path that they went to brothels or some noblewoman took them in, and it left a weird feeling in Eskel, because when he heard the nasty details about sex, he thought of himself: "Nope. Not doing that."

Until he started having these dreams that were basically what the Witchers told him about brothel, about tits and pussies and asses, of wet sounds when wet flesh slapped against other wet flesh. Only that in his dreams he was not fucking a woman. He was being the one fucked. By another Witcher.

He was becoma aware also that he had these urges and wants towards Geralt.

It must've been utterly confusing. Eskel has during his "training" only seen women from afar, but he was surrounded by other boys in the Keep, all of them suddenly raging horny, aggressive and the first young Witchers around his age started having their first experiences... with each other.

So, Eskel thought something's wrong with him, when the older Witchers got around for Winter and talked about how many women they fucked, he sat there, staring at his hands in his lap and try to block it out. He wanted Geralt.

And he would keep on wanting him, loving him, the romance had developed early. Geralt reciprocated the feelings and yes, they've been physical with each other, but with every new story they heard the more they experimented. Everyone else in the Keep did it, too, and Vesemir never said anything about it?

Maybe he wasn't so... wrong after all?

He had almost all of his sexual first experiences with Geralt, they were just some teenage boys (apart from torture, training and death waiting for you around every corner) who fell in love.

Just when Eskel started his first journeys on the Path alone he learned that women could be very pleasant bedfellow. He realized that he desired both. But nothing, no one would ever compare to Geralt who would be his first love.

And this is how Eskel found out he's bi, but leaning towards men, because they remind him of what Geralt and him had back in the days of their trials in Kaer Morhen.

[jaskierswolf]

Aro Fics Masterlist

Aro Awareness week is almost over so I’m going to bundle my prompts for the week into one post! I’ll also add some other aro fics I’ve found from other talented writers in the fandom. I did a similar thing for Ace Week and there is a  Aro/Ace list from the ever wonderful @stinastar​, which is a more complete list!

If you have any suggestions or fics you want to add then drop me a message! ☺️ Aro pride banner @dont-trust-humanity​.  💚🤍🖤

Wolfie’s Fics

Jaskilion smut - Aro Dandelion

Geraskier - Aro Geralt (unrequited love), Platonic Kisses with Aro Geralt, Aro Jaskier, Aro Renfri, Ace/Aro Yennefer, Aro Jask - Geralt reassuring him, Aro Jask - Ace/Aro Yen - Yennskier friendship, Aro Geralt with QPR, QPR Geraskier with Yen/Triss, Aro Jaskier - Geralt discovers platonic relationships, Arospec Jask discovers love,

Fics by Slythnerd

@slythnerd​

Arrows - Aro Geralt, Hexer Platonic Geraskier, Cursed - Aro Jaskier, Demiromantic Geralt, Date Night Pt. 1, Pt. 2 - Aro Aiden, Dreams of Love- Aro Eskel, 

Other Fics

Aro Dandelion in a lovely Gerlion fic - By @hailhailsatan​

Commitment - More Aro Dandelion (Gerlion) - by @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde​

Heart of Stone - Aro Jaskier and Platonic Geraskier by @lokibus​

For You, My Friend, Always - Aro Jaskier by @stinawrites​

Better than a Valentine - Aro Jaskier by @stinawrites​

Two Tries - Aro Ciri by @kueble​

Updated: 29/05/21

[inexplicifics]

I saw the Eskel is demi confirmation and as a demiromantic I stimmed out of pure joy! I had to put my phone down for a few seconds and everything!

I am very glad to have provided joy, darling Anon!

(I’m demisexual myself, as it happens, and there’s maybe a reason Eskel is my favorite...)

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by slythnerd

Geralt discovers that Witchers may in fact have emotions.

Words: 271, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Witcher Bullet fics

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Aiden (The Witcher), Lambert, Eskel (The Witcher)

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

Additional Tags: Aiden Loves Lambert (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia is Bad at Feelings, bullet fic, Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Demiromantic Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia