#eskel fluff

[cosmos-coma]

was thinking all night of an eskel request, and i think i finally got one! eskel pining for the reader while at kaer morhen for the winter, maybe some teasing from the other witchers? super in the mood for fluff, so if you get around to this, extra cuteness plsss and thank you!

Before the Snow is Gone

A/N: My friend I will ALWAYS be happy to write up your requests. I'll admit that I really struggled with this one for some reason, but I hope I made it comedic and fluffy for you!

Pairing: Eskel X Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: bit of angst and depression (from Eskel)

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Geralt and Lambert poked their head around the frame of the kitchen door as another sigh came from the room. There they watched Eskel look forlornly into the stew pot as he stirred, his eyes and thoughts somewhere far from here. 

“Is he still sighing about missing his lover?” Lambert whispered to his white-haired brother, watching as Eskel began rummaging through the spice jars, looking depressed at each and every option.

“He’s been like this for 2 weeks and we’re only a month into winter... Even Lil Bleater can’t cheer him up like she used to.” Geralt said, shaking his head as he watched his brother finally settle on a spice and add it to the pot. 

“What are we looking at?” Asked Yennefer's voice as her head appeared between the two men. 

“Is Eskel moping again?” Jaskier asked now, his head poking out above everyone else’s. 

Geralt blinked as he looked up at his bard. “Jask, you’re shorter than I am. How are you-?” 

“I’m standing on a chair…” he admitted as everyone pulled away from the doorway to talk face to face. 

“There has to be something we can do. I don't want to eat sad stew again.” Lambert complained with arms crossed. 

Yennefer was the first to pipe up this time, “I... think I may have an idea..”

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Lil Bleater propped herself up on his legs, baaing and begging for attention as Eskel took care of the other stable animals. She huffed when she didn’t immediately get the petting she craved and stamped her feet against him. 

“I’m sorry, Kiddo… I guess I’m just not really here right now.” He said as he finally took the time to pause and look down at her frustrated grunts. Another sigh left his lips as he kneeled down to pet her and jostle her horns in a weak effort to play. He knew he wasn’t being any fun lately and he knew everyone else could see it. Hell, Vesemir even tried to have a talk with him the other week, but it had little effect. 

He couldn’t help it if he missed you so greatly. He had spent his warmer months being by your side as much as he could. Memorizing your voice, your eyes, and the feel of your hand in his as much as he could so it would all be perfect in his memory when winter came. 

But now… now it was only making it more glaringly obvious that you really weren't by his side. That you weren’t truly there to whisper to him in the dead of night when he can't sleep, nor to smile at him as you simply passed by. 

“I don't know what I'm gonna do for the rest of the winter, Bleater… it’s getting hard just to get out of bed each morning, let alone go through my chores.” He mumbled softly to the bright-eyed kid. “I’m a witcher, you know? I should be better than this… I’ve faced vampires, and dragons, so-” he paused for a moment as he idly scratched Lil Bleater’s chin.  “So why is it so hard to leave...? Even when I know I’ll be back…”

Lil Bleater only quietly baaed in response, trying to soothe her dedicated caretaker, but not sure how. So she does what all goats do best- she chews on his fingers. 

Another sigh from the soft-hearted witcher, this time with a small smile, “I Love them so much…” he mumbled out, getting lost in his own thoughts again, until an unexpected voice pulled him back with a snap. 

“I Love you too, Eskel.” 

He blinked as he heard it. That was… your voice…? That was your voice! It was you! Eskel spun around to face where the sound came from and nearly dropped Lil Bleater back to the ground when he saw you.

There you stood in the open stable doors, wrapped in your warm winter clothes, cheeks ruddy from the cold, and a big bundle of clothes in your hands. Your breath puffed up in front of your face as you dropped your bag and ran straight into his arms. 

Eskel could hardly contain his excitement as your beaming face came running into his embrace. “You’re here..! but, how…?” Eskel asked, hugging you tight against his chest and drinking in your scent. Soft kisses pressed against your forehead and your temple as you tried to answer, but you couldn't get your words out past the laughter bubbling from you.

“We thought you could use a visit...” came Yennefers voice as she also drifted into view of the stable doors, followed by Geralt, Lambert, and Jaskier. “You’ve been moping about for weeks now and I figured it's easy enough to conjure a portal,” she shrugged, “I open up another portal Home in a few days, so enjoy it.” 

“Geralt, Lambert, and I are also gonna take care of your chores, so you can enjoy your time together.” Jaskier chimed in with a thumbs up and that characteristic charming smile,“and that time starts now, so go on and get out of here! Shoo! Go be gross and in love,” he said, quickly ushering you two out and tossing your bundle of clothes at Eskel. 

Laughter trailed behind you two as Eskel led you inside so you could settle down. However, Eskel rumbled with quiet excitement, and as quick as you settled he was taking your hand to show you everything about the keep. From the kitchen to the armory and everything in between, your beloved witcher just wanted to share every part of his childhood home that he held dear on your first visit. 

“I missed you so much” You mumbled as you took a pause from reading. 

Eskel had finally snuck you away to the Keep’s library at the end of the tour so you two could spend the perfect first evening together. Hot chocolate filled your mugs and your sweet whispers filled the air as you read to him. His head lay tenderly on your chest as he soaked in the warmth of your presence. The fire crackled softly before you and everything was just as it should be. 

“I missed you too… I’m glad you finally get to visit after hearing about it so much” he lifted his head to smile up at you, that notch in his lip tugging it into a larger grin. “And we’ll make the most of our time here. I promise. We can do anything you want- build snowmen, ice skate-” 

“Even just cuddle up under a blanket to fight off the cold…?” you offered with a shake of your head and a chuckle, “I don't care what we do, Eskel, as long as I can be next to you. We could spend the entire visit cleaning up horse shit and- as long as I don’t get any on my face- then I would still consider it an amazing time.”

Eskel’s chest rumbled with laughter that easily passed through your whole body, “I mean- that can be arranged…” 

An even stronger laugh emanated from him as you poked him in the ribs and frowned, “I think I’d rather fall in the lake, Esk. Let’s just take this day by day, okay?” you asked, running your fingers through that lovely dark hair of his. “I love you so much, Eskel. No matter what we do or how far away you are or how hard it is that I can’t see you.” 

You smiled as you pressed a soft kiss to his slightly chapped lips,“and I love knowing that I’ll be able to see you again as soon as the first flowers bloom.”

“Oh, Darling,” Eskel smiled, his expression easy and light as his honey-like eyes melted your heart into a sweet puddle, “I’ll be at your door long before the snow is even gone.” 

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[bethdutten]

I have been reading 'out of the woods' over and OVER AND OVER again! It's so healing 😭 Could I request how they met and got together? Or some more kaer morhen fluff? Or both? I can't get enough of your writing about eskel! 😍

aww thank you!! definitely 😊 here’s how they got together, maybe i’ll do some from after OOTW later 😉

Eskel still doesn’t understand how he managed to land a girl like you. Especially considering the circumstances you met. It was when he got the scars on his face after a fight with a striga, near Redania. He would have bled out if not for you, a mage out collecting plants in the woods where he was attacked.

You took him in, saved his life. He thought he might have had a chance before the attack, before the disfiguring scars turned him into a monster. But he assumed you wouldn’t give him a chance, just send him on his way when he was healed enough. But that wasn’t the case.

“Sweetheart, eat,” you ordered softly, glancing at Eskel out of the corner of your eye. He was just staring down at his bowl of stew, spoon untouched, while you organized jars containing the medicine for his wounds.

He was almost completely healed, his face marred with deep, angry red scars but the fear of infection gone now. After four months, you’d gotten close to the witcher, quickly falling for him. But you knew he was just here until his injuries were healed, before he could go back on the Path. As much as it pained you to let him go, you expected it would have to end at some point.

Eskel blinked, eyes focusing back in on you as he watched you work. It was hard to eat when he felt so sick to his stomach at the idea of you kicking him out soon.

He knew it was coming. His face was healing, and he couldn’t stay here forever. Why you kept him around as long as you did, he wasn’t sure. But seeing you prepare the salve for his scars, packaged up for him to take when he left, felt like a sharp pain in his chest every time he thought about you kicking him out.

He was used to being taken care of, now. Eating meals together, often curling up beside each other in front of the fire at night, you calling him ‘sweetheart’ and ‘baby’, tenderly soothing his scars with your salves like they weren’t something to be afraid of—

How was he going to live without this?

“Eskel?” you brought him out of his thoughts again, a look of concern on your face.

He forced a smile on his face, ignoring the way it pulled at his lip in a way he knew made it look like a grimace. An ugly, horrifying monster, that’s what he was now. “Sorry, not very hungry.”

You sighed, abandoning your work and taking a seat beside him. You placed a hand on his forehead, sliding your palm down to cut the left side of his face as you observed him carefully. “You feel a bit warm… are you sure you’re ready to leave tomorrow?”

He nodded, the last thing he wanted to do. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay… maybe you should go rest, love.” You wished you could protest, insist that he stay, but— he wanted to leave. You couldn’t make him stay.

“Yeah,” Eskel agreed, ignoring the way his heart fluttered at the endearment. He rested his hand on top of yours, pulling it off his face and squeezing it gently before he stood.

You swallowed at you watched him head towards the bedroom, wishing you just had the courage to tell him how you felt.

Meanwhile, Eskel laid in your bed and wrapped himself in your blanket, breathing in your scent deeply and willing back the ache in his chest. Who would want him looking like this? He knew the chances of someone like you loving someone like him would be slim beforehand, but now— you deserved better.

After an hour or so, you finished packing up a bag for him to take in the morning. You wished you could go with him, watch out for him while he was on the Path. A witcher could use a mage, but he didn’t ask you to go with him.

You put a few more logs in the fire, gathering up an extra blanket to take to Eskel before you would go to sleep. But upon walking into the spare room, where Eskel slept since you brought him in, you were surprised to find it empty. You immediately panicked, thinking he might have left early. Wouldn’t he at least say goodbye?

A low snore caught your attention, the noise coming from your own bedroom. You quietly opened the door, letting out a relieved chuckle at the image of Eskel buried under your blankets in your bed, hair mussed as he slept soundly. You knelt down, brushing an errand strand of hair away from his face, memorizing every detail as this would be the last time you had the chance.

He was beautiful. You didn’t think too much about what he must have looked like before the attack— it didn’t matter to you. The face he had now was the one you felt most familiar with, the one that already felt like home. You wouldn’t change a single thing. But more than that; he was gentle, and kind, and as much as you wish you could have saved him from the pain, you are thankful to that striga for bringing you to him. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Eskel’s eyes fluttered open, and he sucked in a breath at the sight of your face so close to his. Your eyes widened, an apology on your lips before he smiled, that warm crooked grin you were so in love with.

“Hi,” he whispered, something in the way you were looking at him making his heart beat faster. Like you didn’t see a monster, like you were looking at someone you… loved.

You smiled back, deciding then and there you weren’t ready for him to leave. And if he left, you would go with him. “Hi. Eskel, could I… would you want me to join you on the Path?”

The grin slowly left his face, Eskel swallowing audibly. “I would love that.”

“Yeah?” You felt a spark of courage, licking your lips before you continued, “Because I… really care about you. I don’t want anything to happen to you again. I-I love you.”

You held your breath, waiting for his reaction. Eskel just stared for a few moments, not sure what he just heard. The scars on his face burned, reminding him of all the reasons someone like you would never want him, yet— here you were. Offering to be with him, take care of him.

Then he saw your face fall, a wash of sadness and rejection evident. He quickly reached out and grabbed your hand, not about to miss his chance.

“Yes! Yes, please. I want you to be with me. I-I want… to be with you. I love you, too.”

Your face lit up at his confession, leaning in and kissing him without a second thought. Eskel let out a sound of surprise, the feel of your lips of his warming his chest. He never thought anyone would want to kiss him now that he looked like this. He hoped no one else ever would, except you.

[writingmysanity]

Warmth

Pairing: Eskel x reader

Word count: 340

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

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

Do you have enough coin?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Witcher Masterlist II

(* indicates NSFW/smut)

Updated 9.21.2022 Add yourself to my taglist here! My The Witcher I masterlist is here! My Henry Cavill Masterlist is here! My Red Dead Redemption 2 Masterlist is here! My The Boys Masterlist is here!

BOLD IS NEW CONTENT

Netflix!Eskel

Series

Broken Paths and Fallen Cities (witcher x witch series) -To Any Semblance of Touch -Down A Chilling Hall, A Fire Grows* -To Survive is to Suffer -To Follow the Heat of the Flame -Sober Thoughts Spoken By Intoxicated Lips -What’s Lost Cannot Be Found, But Can Be Forged -Of Mornings Soft and Delightful -Mischievous Encounters in Unfortunate Places* -Beneath the Willow I Fall -With Love Will Come Worry -Before A Collapse -A Convergence of Cataclysmic Sorts (prelude to series)

Headcanons/Drabbles

-NSFW Alphabet*

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 |

Netflix!Coen

Series

Coen x single mom!reader part 1 | part 2

Dettlaff

Headcanons

-SFW Alphabet

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

Regis

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Vernon Roche

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Witchers (Lambert, Geralt, Eskel)

-kinks (*NSFW)

dad!Witchers (Lambert, Geralt, Eskel)

in chronological order -dad!witchers find out they are expecting -dad!witchers x pregnant!reader -dad!witchers deal with pregnancy cravings -dad!witchers deal with labor -dad!witchers with their newborns part 1 -dad!witchers with their newborns part 2 -dad!witchers with their newborns part 3 -dad!witchers being called “dada” for the first time -dad!witchers kiss a booboo -dad!witchers and tantrums -dad!witchers and the Cuddle Your Toddler Challenge -dad!witchers and nighttime -dad!witchers and dad reflexes -dad!witchers try to get them to eat veggies -dad!witchers and the first pet -dad!witchers and breakfast in bed -dad!witchers and getting interrupted -dad!witchers braid their daughters’ hair -dad!witchers and the first date

Others

-Vesemir gives the pups bowl cuts -Vesemir Meets Nadia (Eskel’s daughter) -Triss Marigold Ask (kiss prompt) -1200 Followers Celebration Masterlist -Unlikely Allies (The Wither + Red Dead Redemption 2 crossover)

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Haunt Of The Hunt / Eskel Imagine

Request: Can I have Eskel comforting you after getting hurt? I live for him just being ✨soft✨

Me too, anon. Me too. Also, I’m sorry I read this as you getting hurt so apologies if I’ve got that the wrong way round! <3

Warning: mentions of injury/ blood/ descriptions of wounds and needles!

(I do not own the Witcher or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @spicyinsanity.)

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The forest seemed to crackle around him, but even it couldn’t hold a flame to Eskel’s charred nerves. Despite his experience, his fingers shook against your arm with every further inch he thread the needle through your patchwork skin. He was too busy worrying about the mossy log you were perched on, a makeshift chair muddled out of this messy campsite the two of you had sprung up a few days prior, and the way your legs were beginning to shiver with the cold of autumn’s bite. His only solace was the waning fire on the edge of the clearing, yet even its flames seemed to crackle and die out against the wind’s power. He sighed, apologising taciturnly, sorrowfully in response to the grunt of pain that slips out as he finishes sewing up the deep gash.

You were too busy trying to take your mind off the agonising pain that seemed to course torrents through your body by gazing over the stretching fields of flowers around your perimeter to ease his own suffering. If only Dandelion were here. He would be able to wax poetic, tune lost to the blooms even despite the circumstances. Even he would be able to find beauty in the waxy wyvern feathers that lay blanketed on the riot of snapping red, burning sugar gold and cloudy cream wildflowers. Within the stars spilled across the sky like thrown pebbles from the shore, the hazy darkness permeated by the still remnant sound of townsfolk yowling back to their homes. Yes, the flowers here truly were beautiful, even if splattered with crimson blood and the scent of death.

It had felt like eons since Eskel had spoken, and the bitter silence was nearly driving you out of your mind with madness. Every so often he would grunt hoarsely, reaching down to focus instead on tying yet another loop of bandage around your abdomen. The scowl on his face told you he was upset - but you knew it wasn’t with you. No, you knew your Witcher too well to miss the sorrow that dipped the corners of his eyes as he wiped the last splashes of Wyvern blood away from your throat. How gentle his strokes were despite the action, how tender his fingers were against your pulse as he tipped you back to look at him.

‘Eskel-’

‘I’m not angry.’ He frowned, quickly and unsightly, but not with malice. More to let you know that he was ashamed of himself for giving away his feelings so easily. For making certain now, that you would worry over him when it was you all the realm’s focus should be on. 

You raise an eyebrow, trying to raise a grin through the pain. Once he finishes wiping away the last drops and drops the rag back down onto his satchel, you sigh in relief at the feeling of Eskel’s warm, broad palm just holding your chin within their safe grasp. Despite the strength of his fingers splayed against the bottom of your jaw, he knows that you’ve noticed how much they’re shaking.

‘I know you too well to know that you’re angry’, you begin to drawl, reaching out with your unbruised hand to brush the back of your fingers against the twisted knot lying on his lip. ‘I also know, that you’re blaming yourself for this. Which is complete poppycock, Eskel.’ He flinches at your touch, still so vulnerable. His golden eyes gaze steadily into your own, though, even through the tears that begin to muddy their sombrely scrunched depths. ‘And I won’t stand for it.’

‘But it was my fault. Y/n.’ He grabs your hand, drawing it away from where it was tenderly and familiarly beginning to trace down the outline of his scar. He instead raises it to his lips, kissing the back and curling it within his own. He rests it against his cheek as he opens up his other arm, offering himself up to you.

You gladly accept, scooting down from your perch and instead resting clumsily on his lap, settling against his racing heartbeat. His hands tighten around your waist, dropping your still intertwined hand onto your thigh. He’s so gentle, so careful not to move you to much as he positions himself back against the tree trunk so you’re resting properly upright. So delicate, as he shifts you against his leather trousers, that it nearly breaks your heart. ‘It was my fault that you were here. I knew I should have left you safe within the inn, instead of allowing you to follow me into the wilds. I was - I was careless.’

You can feel his chin shake against the top of your head as he continues. ‘I....’ he swallows thickly, before taking in a drawn out breath. ‘I could have lost you. And then I would have lost all the best parts of myself. Not even a Witcher can survive when they’re left with just a husk, Y/n. And I was stupid enough to think I was smart enough - I was skilled enough to never let it happen. How foolish I am, and I... I’m so sorry.’

‘Eskel, if I hear you apologise one more time I swear I’m going to Lil’ Bleater loose on you once we get back to Kaer Morhen.’ He laughed at that, hands wringing tighter around your midriff. But he still laughed, and the sound was the most divine noise the path could have ever brought you. 

‘You know, I’m more afraid of Lambert’s reaction if he finds that little devil loose in his room again than I am of the two of you put together.’

‘I don’t doubt it. His swearing rant was enough even to make Vesemir run out of the keep’, you giggle, simultaneously lighting your heart in relief at the soothing tone the grumble of his voice has taken once again. For a moment he’s silent, until you realise the pressure you feel against your back is no longer solely the feel of his armour’s spikes, but the press of his large ear against the dip of your spine. 

He’s listening to your heartbeat, breath evening out in time in a way that makes you believe he’s trying to match his own to yours. He does this often, although he’s too embarrassed to admit it. He likes to slow his rate, mixing the sound with your own until it feels as though one march. One joined parade of lovers, one sole beat, one indication that he could ever live the life of a normal man. Eventually, he will straighten himself back up. He’ll press a kiss against the back of your neck, a lingering one full of compassion and hope and diligence, before resting his forehead back against your hair.

He’ll say his usual musings when he becomes lost. ‘Perhaps’, he’ll whisper into the swift jasmine mist of the night, ‘I will keep you here forever. We can live among the sunflower stalks, and make pomegranate wine and look up at the stars.’

‘And be happy forever?’, you’ll finish, biting your bottom lip. 

‘Hmm’, he’ll reply, sounding far too much like Geralt to make you believe this dream could ever come true. That he could ever escape his fate, and that you wouldn’t become entangled within its clutches. ‘Yes, happy and in love forever, my sweet dove.’ 

His nose will brush against your pulse point as you lean back to kiss him. ‘Sounds like a fortunate life to me, my dear Witcher.’ There will be no more tears today - no heartache, no loss, no foraging for coin and shelter and kindness, no hiding. Just pure adoration, rolling out like basking sunlight from the radiant Witcher wrapped around your back, grasping onto you as if terrified that life will suddenly tear you away.

‘Then I give the rest of my life to you, my love.’

[elythegardeningbard]

Comfort Character eating comfort food ~

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Eskel Valentine's Oneshot

So uhhh, heres a oneshot. I had the Kids and Coffee dates version of Eskel in mind when i wrote but it's pretty much completely self conatined. Okay bye! (hides back in my hole)

Nothing could go right today. You were fairly sure this day was completely cursed. You leaned  on the counter looking at the trashed kitchen, head hung low. Powdered sugar coated both you and every dry surface. Sticky meringue-based batter coated many of your utensils and despite the not insignificant amount of vanilla extract you had spilled on the floor earlier you could still get wafts of smoke smell coming up from the basement.

Lets start from the beginning.

The shit had started that morning. You were lying in bed, trying your best to enjoy your morning before everything got started. It was Valentines day, and for once you actually had someone you really wanted to spend it with. Eskel and you had both agreed that you didn’t want to go out. Restaurants too crowded with people, and normal date spots much more likely to have unwanted company. So you decided on a nice dinner at your house. He was going to bring an entrée and you would provide sides and dessert. You had made all the sides in advance last night so you could tackle your main rival today: Macarons. You’d made the finicky cookies before, quite successfully- though for every success you’d probably had two failures. You’d known Eskel long enough now to know of his not so subtle love for sweets, and you kept your macaron making knowledge a secret to pull out for a special occasion to impress him.

This seemed the perfect opportunity, and your gentle giant of a boyfriend would be worth every frustration along the way.

Having hyped yourself up to start baking you got up out of bed, only to open the bedroom door and step out onto utterly freezing hardwood. Cold air blasted you in face and goosebumps instantly pebbled on your arms. Quickly grabbing a robe to wrap around yourself you padded over to the thermostat. It was set for 70 but it was only 58 in the house. Perking your head up you focused, trying to hear the tell tale rattling of the furnace from the air vents. Only silence greeted you.

The furnace was out, great. At it least it wasn’t projected to be too terribly cold today you thought as you went about morning chores, getting animals and yourself fed. Then it was on to tackling the heat issue. It was times like these you were grateful for having an old house, as in the basement across the room from the furnace was a wood stove. That could keep the house warm until you could get someone out to fix the heating. You went over to the pile of wood next to the stove kept for such emergencies and easily stacked and lit the wood in the stove. Satisfied as the flames eagerly licked the dry kindling, you closed the stove door and headed back up to start your work in the kitchen.

As you began looking for your scale and other ingredients you could smell smoke, a good indication that the fire was catching well and the house would be toasty again in no time. Then the smell got stronger… and stronger. You perked your head up from the recipe on your phone, peering out to look down the hall. The door leading to the basement had tendrils of smoke crawling out from underneath it. You threw your phone down on the table and dashed back down to the basement.

Smoke plumed out of the door as you flung it open, taking the stairs two at a time to get to the basement floor. As you looked through the smoke-filled haze you could see that nothing had caught on fire. Instead smoke was coming from the stove, flowing into the house instead of the chimney. As you reached the stove you experimentally touched the chimney, it was just as chilly as the floors upstairs, confirming your suspicions. It was plugged up. You searched around for something to put out the fire. A lone dehumidifier caught your eye from the back corner. Its indicator light, stating its bucket was full and needed to be emptied, having been ignored for quite some time. It was not ideal, as putting a ton of water on the flame could cause the stove to crack, but you really didn’t have any options. Rushing you grabbed the bucket out of the machine and opened the top of the stove, dumping its contents inside.  

Steam erupted from the hole, the wood charred, and the fire doused. You went to breath a sigh of relief; however the smoke and steam filed your lungs causing a coughing fit. A minute or so passed before you could breath again, now starting back at square one. No heat and no plan B. To make matters worse you had to open the basement windows to let out the smoke, letting more cold air in. Propping open every window and even placing a fan by one, you looked forlornly at the defunct furnace. Trying your best to see if you could bullshit your way into fixing it. It was after some scrutiny that you noticed a small switch to the side of the furnace, close to the ground, had been switched off. You leaned over to examine further, noting some kitty cat paw prints were in the dust by the button. Gingerly you flipped the switch back on, almost leaping back as the furnace came alive once more.

Irritation settled in your bones as you trudged along back upstairs. Now stinking of smoke, eyes and lungs irritated beyond belief you tried once more to continue baking. You had finished your meringue and were preparing the flour and sugar when you noticed that your little shit of a heat hating cat—who would usually be begging at your feet by now, was no where in sight. He had been a stray found by Eskel, whom you had immediately taken in and declared he was now Eskel and your son. He was also a massive food pit and would pester you incessantly when you were in the kitchen for any period longer than five minutes. So his absence now was noted.

It then occurred to you that you had opened the windows in the basement for the smoke. The very much screenless and at ground level windows.

How much can go wrong in an hour? Grabbing your coat, some shoes and cat treats you went outside. An hour and half later both you and the cat were finally back inside, of course not before it had started to rain, however. With your heat, cat and windows now secure you get back to the recipe, specifically starting it over.

Time went quickly and the tedious nature of the cookies plus you frazzled state caused you to be a bit sloppy with your baking. Sugar getting everywhere and at one point knocking vanilla extract off the counter and all over the kitchen.

You almost cried at that point, but papa didn’t raise no bitch and you WERE going to see this through. Finally you had your cookies in the oven and even though you did everything right, the tops of them started to crack.

Great, just great.

At least they’ll still taste okay, you thought, trying you best to power through baking and frosting them. At last they were finished, and you sighed looking out at the mess of both yourself and the kitchen.

Today was cursed, you were sure of it. Either you could be alone and happy or in a relationship and miserable. No in-between.

Somehow you cleaned the kitchen and showered, but the wear of the day being one event after another dragged your shoulders down to rest—just for a moment.

            They gentle eyes of the your “stray son” peered at Eskel through the window as he walked up to your door. He was honestly really excited, sure he had gone out for Valentines before, but never like this. Never with someone he loved. Someone that loved him enough to know he would rather stay in and be fancy at home, rather than try and keep that pretense out in public. He was excited to have you try his soup. He hadn’t been sure what to make, but he wanted to impress you, and it was still cold enough for soup. He was picture the two of you curled up on the couch, cozy, some show playing on TV but neither of you really paying attention because the other was close. Or at least that’s how he always felt around you. Like he couldn’t focus because time spent with you, not paying attention to you was time wasted.

            He knocked on the door gently, when several minutes passed and no answer he re-arranged the container in his hands to open the door. You were probably just in the shower or had headphones on. He had accidentally (and sometimes purposefully if he was being honest) scared you because you were so engrossed in what you were listening to. He couldn’t really help it though, you were so cute when you were flustered and tried mock scolding him afterwards.

            Eskel made his way into the kitchen, noticing the faint scent of wood smoke in the hall. He opened the fridge to place his soup inside while he searched for you, when something light blue caught his eyes. He eyed the cookies up and down for a second. He wasn’t sure if you had bought them for tonight or for something else but…..

            Eskel grabbed two of the sweets, putting one in his mouth as he went to search for you.

            ……. You knew better than to leave sweets out when we was coming over.

            Eskel made his first stop at your bedroom, concern furrowing his brows a moment when he didn’t hear the water running. Only to then hear the soft sounds of you sleeping behind the door. Eskel gently opened up the door. Your cat being ever the opportunist rushing in as it opened to come and jump on the bed. You were on your stomach, hair sprawled out around you, the scent of you hair products wafting up as he got closer. A smile tugged further and further up his face as he noticed you hadn’t even gotten out of your robe yet. You must have fallen asleep after your shower before getting ready.

            Eskel set the cookie in his hand down on your nightstand and leaned over, his hand brushing against your cheek as he kissed your temple.

            “Y/n…. Y/n babe wake up” You stirred quietly shoulders jostling a bit before you pried open your eyes.

            “Esk? What? Shit what time is it?” You turned and tried to clumsily sit up but Eskel placed a firm hand on your shoulder.

            “ Doesn’t matter now I’m already here. What’s up are you okay? You’re not really a post-shower nap kinda girl.” Eskel smirked trying to get you to smile as well, but it quickly fell when he noticed your frown deepen.

            “Yeah I know I just…. I… Everything was just” You struggled to articulate what was going on and instead fell back into the bed, arms crossed over your eyes as a small whine escaped you.

            “Hey, hey it’s okay, you don’t need to tell me anything… Just… come here.”

            Eskel quickly discarded his jacket and climbed into the bed, opening his arms for you. You immediately accepted, wrapping around him and squishing your face into his neck.

            “m sorry I ruined Valentines.” Eskel could make out your mumbling into his skin.

            “You didn’t ruin Valentines” You pulled back from him slightly, the vibrations from him speaking just a bit too much.

            “But I’m all mopey and junk.” You frowned looking into the bit of his chest peaking out from his V neck. A shirt you would bet money he only wore because he knew you loved them on him. Eskel leaned back further, an arms detaching from your side so he could bring his hand up. Gentle fingers pulled your chin up to look at him. Soft, kind eyes, tan skin and a look of total adoration greeted you.

            “I still love you when you’re mopey.”

[thesleepy1]

Monsters and Muslin

A/N: Sometimes when I post fics I feel like I’m feeding bread crumbs to cannibalistic ducks with a taste for human blood. They will either eat the bread crumbs, each other, or me. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Please don’t kill me and accept my peace offering. (Eskel has dimples because I said so.) 

Pairings: Eskel x Reader 

Summary: You and Eskel grew up together at Kaer Morhen. You trained together, fought together, and loved each other. When the Path demanded that you went separate ways, you agreed to meet up annually. Until Eskel missed a meeting.  

Or “hii can I request an Eskelxreader angst, where the reader is a female witcher and they fell in love before he got his scars. then he left because of insecurity when he got it and she went to look for him?”

Word count: 1,146

Warnings: angst, violence, scars, insecure Eskel, blood, 

“It makes me look like a monster.” 

You felt soft hands on your face, fingers cradling your jaw. Eskel forced your gaze to his with the lightest of touches. Your teary carmel eyes met ones that juxtaposed your own. They were the same shade of golden but instead of salty tears rolling down his cheeks, Eskel just had a smile wide enough to show his dimples. 

“Who told you that?” He hummed, fingertips grazing the red line from the middle of your forehead down your brow and just passed your eye. It went deep, but luckily the skin stitched itself back together faster than any normal human could. If it weren’t for the witcher mutagens, your wound would have likely gotten infected. Unfortunately, it still left a gnarly scar. 

“The witcherlings Vesemir just brought in.” You explained to Eskel’s shoulder, refusing to properly meet his eye. “I walked past them in the courtyard and that was all they could say to me. I-I made a little girl cry, Eskel.” 

“Children fear anything they don’t understand.” Eskel brushed your tears away but that only caused them to increase. “None of them must have realized they were in the presence of one of the strongest witchers in the keep. The one and only witcher who single handedly warded off the cockatrice from their beds.” Eskel rested his head against yours. You shared the other’s heat, the smell of the other witcher filling your senses until it was all either of you could feel. “If they had known how brave you are, what you had done for them, they would love you just as much as me.” 

“You love me? Even with this hideous thing?” You sniffled, peering up at Eskel through your wet lashes. 

“I love you, darling.” 

*****

Eskel couldn’t be dead. You refused to believe it. He had just sent you a letter the week before. His words, oh his words painted the most beautiful picture. Eskel must have been a poet in another life for how he spills words into tapestries.  He still wanted you just as much as you wanted, no, needed him. The witcher would never dream of standing you up so something must have happened. 

That was the only explanation you were willing to believe. 

He had been late. The town was large and the streets busy. When minutes turned to hours, you began to worry. Your nails were bitten to nubs before you could take the anticipation no longer. It had been decades since you agreed to meet up on the Path. Not once had he missed a meeting. Of course there was the creeping thought that he had not wanted to see you, but you quickly pushed those useless emotions down before they could get out of hand. You needed to find Eskel and make sure he was alright. 

You tried his usual inn and asked the innkeeper if she had seen any witchers pass by. The look she gave you made your blood boil but she directed you to where a witcher was lodging for the night. His room was the one closest to the stables. The smell of damp hay, horses, and the usual unwashed stable boy made the hairs in your nose curl.

Your knuckles knocked the door, your senses finding another beyond. You could hear his heart beating slowly just past the door. “Eskel?” You made your voice low, knowing he could hear you. “Are you alright? I waited by the road just as I’ve done the year before. You weren’t there.” You sucked in a breath when the faintest skip of a heartbeat could be heard. “Was it something I did?” 

You stumbled forward as the door suddenly swung open. There he was, your darling witcher in the doorway, his head wrapped with gray muslin. “You haven't done a single thing to keep me from you.” He leaned his weight on the doorframe, chest bare, and medallion hanging on his neck. Eskel made no mention of his face covering. 

“Then why did you not want to see me?” You searched for his lips, the quirk of a smile or the downturn of a frown. There was nothing. Only his eyes poked through gaps in the fabric. They were clouded as if by the effects of a potion or illness. “Did something happen to you? Did your last hunt keep you here?” Your eyes searched his form for any wounds, any fractures or broken bones. Your hands moved forward like a moth drawn to a fire, rough fingertips alert for inconsistencies. 

He only groaned at the contact. Not from pain. You would have known if you caused him harm then. “N-no. Not the last hunt.” His hands left the door frame. They reached for yours, enclosed and encapsulated them. He kept them warm. 

“Then what? Why are you hiding your beautiful face from me? What have I done to have such a privilege revoked?”

Eskel lowered his head. The floor was apparently more riveting than your conversation. “You don’t want to see me.” You could barely hear him despite being in front of him, his voice was so small. “Not now. You’ll think I'm a monster.” 

You were never more taken aback in your life. “Monster?” The words seemed foreign in your mouth when in reference to Eskel. “My love, I would never think of you that way. You are a pushover and a teasing bastard but not a monster.” Taking a risk, you took a step forward. “Who told you that?” Your fingers brushed the edge of the muslin. 

“I-it’s what I am now. My face is marred beyond recognition. I don’t even see myself. There is only this beast who stares back at me.” 

“Then am I a beast as well? Because my face is littered with more scars than I can count. Do you consider me a monster?” You peered up at Eskel wanting his most honest answer. You both knew the other would be able to tell the difference between a lie and the truth. 

“N-No. But it’s not the same—”

“How is it different, my love?” You tugged the muslin away. The fabric fell soundlessly onto the ground. Beneath it was your beautiful Eskel. He had the same burry, teary eyes, the same thick brows, and the same plush lips. The right side of his face was new to you, but it was not a horror. You well and truly loved him all the same. 

“Please don’t hate me.” 

“I don’t think I am physically capable of doing such a thing.” You were the first to lean forward for a kiss but he met you halfway. The sewn skin had a different texture to what you were used to. It was all the incentive you needed to explore Eskel’s mouth anew. An experience you would never tire of. “I love you, darling.” 

[open--till--midnight]

Firsts: Kisses

eskel x gn!reader

summary | the first visit back after confessing feelings. Still sharing letters but now there is romance

cw | no y/n, use of doll as a pet name, no pronouns used, reader is a tiny bit insecure for a moment

wc | 2.1k

a/n | writers block is real you guys, not entirely happy with this one, but hey, at least I got it done. also, questions about a taglist at the end : )

***

Eskel lay on the couch that first night. Like he had all those many nights before. Once he had  gotten you home he had left for a month to go on the path, not that you had complained. Your confession at Kaer Morhen had shaken both of you. And to say the least, the trip back to your cottage was tense.

You regretted not kissing him then. Things felt all wrong now. You didn’t even know if that was something that he wanted from you. He asked the same questions to himself, yet neither of you were brave enough to clear things up. Your cowardice would keep you both pained and in the dark.

To him, he thought you had taken it back. Your hesitance spoke volumes on your journey back. You shied away from his touches, eyes never quite meeting his. And your usual unreserved nature had disappeared, a quiet aura taking its place. His only conclusion had been that you’d changed your mind, or lied for his sake. But he would live, he would get past this.

Eskel was back after a month and despite everything, you couldn’t be happier. You had heard Scorpion before you heard him, stamping at the scattered stones making up the path to your barn, and you straightened up. Unwillingly your legs shook slightly as you walked to the door, and when you looked down at them, your hands weren’t faring much better. 

Mind racing with what you would say, what you would do, your body couldn’t quite find a natural position. Instead, you stood with feet firmly together and both hands nearing the handle. There wasn’t much time to think before there was a robust knock at the door. Your fluttering heart led you to quickly open the door, revealing a nervously smiling witcher. 

Your voices were soft as you spoke each other’s names, and his rough hands met yours as you led him through the threshold. Gods, you really loved him. He stood there, sunlight shining through brown hair, shadowing the features of his face. 

The more you repeated those three words in your mind the idea of saying them became more and more outlandish. You could have said them before you took his hands, before you led him into your home. You could have said them as he buried his face in your neck and squeezed you into his body. But the words did not come. And before you knew it, his armor was on the floor by the doorway and you were already at the fire, preparing a pot for tea.

His eyes watched your form as you moved from place to place, pulling out two smooth blue mugs and filling the tiny satchels with who knows what delightful combination of plants and herbs. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but you did not see it. You had found yourself staring into the flames, your eyes tearing up from its intensity. You were only pulled away from it by the hissing of the kettle and the sound of wood on wood. 

Almost instantly, Eskel’s hand reached over your shoulder to retrieve the kettle. He met your eyes with knitted brows and he led you to sit at the table. He finished the tea and brought it to the table, yet he used no rag to hold the kettle. The gods only knew how he did not seem to mind the feeling. 

The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with the bluntest of knives. You blamed the heat in your cheeks on the warmth of the fire, certainly not because of Eskel. No, never. 

He gazed at you as you brought the steaming cup to your lips, perfect lips right under a perfect nose. Those warm eyes danced across your features before he turned his attention back to his mug.

You asked him to tell you a story. Something that had happened over that month, something exciting. A wyvern seemed exciting enough, so he went with that. Eskel’s voice was hoarse from speaking so little over the short while he was away. This always happened when he came back to you. But you loved his voice in any capacity, so this was fine. 

You both went to bed early that night. The path had exhausted Eskel and you were anxiously anticipating your plans for the next day. So you made sure he was comfortable, and you left for your room.

You didn’t get much sleep that night. It was the neverending thoughts that kept you up. Maybe you’d tell him how you felt once more before he left. Maybe this time things would be different. Maybe this time things could advance in the way that you so desperately wanted them to.

The next morning, like always, when you woke, Eskel was already up. He was seated at your table, tea already made. 

“I heard you getting up, I hope you don’t mind-”

“Eskel, love, of course I don’t mind.” Shit. You’d called him ‘love’ before, but never with these implications. But luckily for you, he just hummed and nodded. But what you couldn’t see was the shock behind those honey eyes, and unlike Eskel, you could not hear the blood in his veins start pumping ever so slightly faster.

Later that day, Eskel sat outside, sharpening his swords while you cooked. The weather was beautiful and it promised a clear night sky. Perfect for your night of comfort and relaxation that you had planned.

But while he was doing this, you snuck outside through your bedroom window. There, in the back of your house, you prepared for that evening. You had your plan all laid out and you couldn’t be more excited. It was such a simple thing, but the joy it brought you was unmatched. Eskel was back and you were going to treat him as best as you could.

You were done just in time, Eskel had walked through the door just moments after you crawled back through the window.

“What happened to your clothes?”

You threw him an inquisitive look before he pointed at a large rip along your left side.

“I’m not hurt, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Eskel looked at you as a scolding mother would look at her misbehaving child, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright mister, dinner is ready. Let’s sit.”

Your giddiness had taken you over. Barely able to eat, you picked at your food, earning questioning glances from Eskel. You only rolled your eyes before begrudgingly finishing off your soup and bread. In the short time he had you on the path, he had always made sure you had enough to eat, meaning he often went nights with little or no food and he would hear none of it if you tried to give some of it up for him. You found it funny that he was still doing that in your very own home where you had plenty to eat.

He cleaned up dinner while you changed out of your ruined clothing into something flowy and comfortable. Your loose pants held snugly against your hips, and your shirt had barely enough length to cover the waist band. You watched yourself in the mirror as you changed, turning so you had a view of your entire body. A frown tugged at your lips before you shoved those unhappy thoughts out of your mind, at least for the time being.

Eskel sat waiting for you, smiling when you walked through the door. A boost of confidence surged through you as you reached for him.

“Come with me.”

You led him to the door, stopping him before he could open it. 

“Would you close your eyes, please?”

He looked hesitant, but quickly obeyed and took your hand when you offered it. The door creaked when it was opened and you could immediately hear the crackle of the campfire from around the cottage. The night air was chilly, but that wouldn’t be a problem soon.

When you turned the corner, there it sat. A generous fire and beside it, a nest of blankets. There were three of them along with a couple of pillows strewn about to create a comfortable bed upon the grassy ground.

“Now I don’t expect us to sleep here, I know how much you sleep outside and I don’t want to make you when you are here, but I just wanted to do something different for the night. I hope that’s okay and I hope you like it.” You smiled, but he could not see it. “Oh! You can open your eyes now.”

He took in your surprise, the corners of his mouth raising in a large grin. He took in the setting and noted the plate of sweets that were kept warm by the fire. The joy on your face as you awaited his reaction as your features were illuminated by the firelight caused his heart to race. Well, as fast as a witcher’s heart could when confronted by the sight of their love in utter bliss.

You pulled him down to sit, crossing your legs while picking up a pastry and tucking a pillow on your lap.

“What’s all this for?”

“Can I not just treat my favorite person?”

“You can, but we’ve only been separated a month.” Eskel paused for a moment. “I’m your favorite person?”

“Yes, of course you are, but it seems you’re just no fun.” You poked your tongue out at him before turning semi-serious. 

Eskel nodded, giving up, and picked up a pastry of his own. Conversation came easier this time around. But you knew it was only a matter of time before you ruined it.

“Will you be leaving soon, or staying for a bit?” There you go.

Those eyes of his met yours, flooding with guilt, but he replied, “I think I’ll stay a bit, if you don’t mind, that is.”

Your smile shone brighter than the fire beside you. After moving the half full plate, you flung your arms around his broad shoulders. He held you tight, keeping you against him for as long as he could.

“Thank you.” Overwhelmed by emotion, you lost yourself in his arms.

He was buried too deep in your shoulder to respond, but his hum vibrated through your skin and straight to your stomach. This was all too much. You had to pull back.

“Eskel, I-” You couldn’t seem to finish. A drop of water hit your ankle. Looking up, you expected to feel rain, instead you felt tears fill your eyes. Gods, you couldn’t hold it together for one night?

And at this, Eskel panicked. The night couldn’t have gone better if you’d planned it. He wanted to say something, anything, even if it just shocked you out of crying.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“No, you haven’t. You never have. I just- this- I-”

“Doll, I love you, still. That was and still is very true. If that’s what this is about. I’ve been miserable without you.”

You couldn’t seem to shut your mouth, it kept opening and closing, trying to speak. But each time to no avail. Eskel placed his calloused hands on either side of your face and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. He met your eyes only for a  moment before placing his lips gingerly on yours. He tasted of raspberry filling, sweet and strong. 

His fingers moved from your face to the strip of skin above your waistband, Eventually, you had to separate yourself from him, breaking only for air.

“I love you so much, Eskel. I think more than I could ever really say.”

You did end up sleeping outside that night, safe in eachothers arms. And Eskel didn’t leave for another month, much to both of your delights. 

***

I’m hoping to write more soon. I got a job and I’m exhausted and haven’t had much time to write, but I am hoping to get back on track soon and get tf out of this writer's block. Maybe some smut is the answer! It totally is

Also, should I do a taglist? I’m not sure if anyone would be interested, so maybe I’ll make a library blog instead so you can just turn on notifications? Idk yet, let me know if you're interested, or if one sounds better than the other : )

[pterodactylterrace]

Eskel Drabble

Title: It’s On

Summary: little fluff bit because Eskel deserves all the tender love and adoration in the world

Warning: implications to sex, nothing graphic

Rating: T

He could hear the quiet footsteps, light, though still not as silent as a Witchers as someone attempted to sneak up behind him.

“Got you!” She cheered, a weight colliding with his back as her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs locking around his hips as she laughed in his ear. “Perish, vile beast!” She continued, playfully biting at his shoulder.

“Oh no. Whatever will I do?” Eskel chuckled, wrapping his forearms around her thighs and gently swinging from side to side.

“Surrender!” She laughed, kissing his jaw before resuming her “attack”.

“Hmm, I don’t know.” Eskel mused, carefully sitting down on the forest floor, smirking as he slowly laid back, chuckling at her undignified squeak.

“Kel!” She whined, wiggling beneath him. “You’re heavy!”

“Should have known better than to take on someone twice your size.” He teased, turning his head to catch her gaze.

“Eskel!” She whined, squirming harder.

“Alright, alright.” He sighed, carefully rolling off. He easily caught her when she tried to pounce again, holding her against his chest in a bear hug. “You just don’t give up, do you?”

“Death before dishonor!” She laughed, wiggling against him.

“Sure are a feisty little thing.”

“I’m not little!” She gasped, giving him an offended look.

“Of course not, my dove.” Eskel assured, kissing her forehead adoringly, even as she continued to wiggle against his bulk. “Now settle down before I get serious.”

“What are you gonna do?” She taunted, sticking her tongue out at him before squealing in shock at the feeling of his fingers dancing along her ribs. “Stop, stop, stop!” She squealed, wiggling against him more desperately. “Mercy, mercy!” Eskel’s fingers stopped just as abruptly as they had started.

“Gonna behave?”

“No.”

“Figured.”

“Would you love me if I was any other way?” She pouted up at him, Eskel rolling his eyes fondly.

“Probably.” He sighed, laughing at her pout. “Would you feel better if I let you bite me again?”

“Maybe.”

“Gonna get you a muzzle.” Eskel chuckled, reluctantly letting her go and sitting up, happily wrapping his arms around her when she curled up in his lap.

“Hard to suck your cock while wearing a muzzle.” Eskel couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, shaking his head at her retort. “Now you’re going down.” She insisted, snaking a hand beneath his tunic and drilling her fingers into his ribs.

“Hey now!” He laughed, easily withdrawing her tickling hand and tangling their fingers together. “Behave or I’ll lay on top of you again.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Keep this up and I’m going to have to fuck you until you’re too worn out to move.”

“Don’t you threaten me with a good time.” She giggled, leaning in and catching his lips with her own.

“Consider it a promise.” He hummed against her lips, greedy hands pulling her closer. “One I fully intend to keep.”

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[cosmos-coma]

Our furnace is broken and I am covering myself in blankets to help get warm, can you write something about snuggling for warmth with Eskel on those cold Kaer Morhen nights

Winters Cold Embrace

A/N: I hope your furnace gets fixed soon! its a short funny little thing that I hope makes you at least chuckle

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words:~430

Warnings: Language

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The fall had been fine, it was chilly but not too cold- more crisp than anything. But now it was full-blown winter in the keep and right now it fucking sucked. 

The keep was already old and falling apart, but the past few days have been putting it to the test. It's been snowing light flakes of and on, but the real heavy hitter was the wind. It was bitterly cold and was working at widening the cracks of the keep and it slipped into every nook and cranny. 

“F-F-Fu-FUCK, it’s cold as Lebioda’s balls in here… maybe? He might have been a eunuch…” you rambled out from beneath your pile of blankets- peeking out from a little fold just big enough to see through. 

Eskel laughed as he came into view, peeking into the little eye slot you had made. “He definitely was not.” 

“What? Did you know him personally?” you asked peeking your head further out of the blankets to see the warm food he carried. You made quick work of sneaking your arm out and grabbing one of the sandwiches he had on the plate. 

“No, but I feel like it would’ve been mentioned a bit more if he was.” Your witcher commented with a residual chuckle. “Now, can I get in on the cocoon? Even witchers get cold…” He said and began unwrapping your layers of blankets. 

“Please join me,  you’re my personal space heater…” you said through a mouthful of sandwich as you shifted over to make room.

“Gods, you just never stop being sexy, huh?” He grinned and climbed into the space you'd made for him, quickly pulling you to his lap. 

You laughed and wiped your mouth, curling into the radiant heat that was just rolling off his body. A content hum rumbled in your chest as his arms wrapped around you and pulled the blankets back into their proper place. 

“On a positive note-” he started, changing subjects, “- Vesemir is mixing up a big batch of mortar  right now, and when it's ready my brothers and I will go and patch up some of the cracks- starting with the rooms.”

“Oh, I’ve never loved you more…” You said with a sigh of relief as you pressed a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you so much for taking care of me. I guess I don’t do the cold too well…“ you said with a slight frown to your expression. 

His large hand rubbed warmth into your side and drew you ever closer. “Of course…. I’ll always be here, warmth or cold”.

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Lollipop

Smol fluffy Jaskel because why not

On Ao3 here

"Can I have a lollipop?"

"No. You just brushed your teeth."

"But I get a lollipops after the doctor!"

"Yes, but this was the dentist, and teeth don't like lollipops."

"Mine does!"

"No, that is your tongue."

"And my tummy!"

"Exactly. Uncle Lambert likes lollipops, doesn't he?"

Jaskier watches the exchange while leaning against the doorframe to the hall, where a huge, muscular man is helping a five year old Ciri get out of her overalls. 

Ciri frowns hard when Lambert is mentioned, steadying herself with a hand on the man's shoulder as he struggles to get her boot off of her very adult-safe  overall leg.

"He does," she agrees after a moment.

"Do you remember when we went trick or treating, and how all your lollipops were gone?"

This makes Ciri pout. Jaskier can recall this happening; in fact, it had been the topic of the week when she had returned and exclaimed how a wicked fairy had poofed them away.

A dangerous topic to breach, but Jaskier has a feeling he knows where this is going, and he can't stop a slow smirk from spreading.

"They were poofed away," Ciri confirms again, wobbling as she switches to her other foot to balance on. Her hands are so small against that muscular shoulder.

"Do you remember how Uncle Lambert had a tummy ache that night?"

"He said he had to fart!" Ciri giggles in the way that delighted way all five year olds do whenever a fart is mentioned.

"Well, uncle Lambert's tongue also liked lollipops. But his tummy did not."

Ciri ponders this revelation for a moment, and then she makes a betrayed gasp.

"Uncle Lamby was dressed as a fairy!! He took my lollipops!!"

Oh, the beast has awakened. She leans forward with all the seriousness of a queen, and grabs the man's face to angle it towards her.

"Uncle Lamby must pay."

The man nods solemnly, and pokes her nose.

"Yes, but what did we learn from uncle Lamby eating too many lollipops?"

"That it makes you fart, and your tummy hurt!"

"Exactly!" The man helps Ciri step out of the overalls and hands them to her to put away.

He stands up, and even if Jaskier saw them come in, he was not prepared for what that meant.

Yes, there is an old, kind of scary scar across the man's face, but his eyes are warm and kind, and his build, well. Other words come to mind too, but they are not words Jaskier will use while around kids, let’s just keep it at that.

Their eyes meet, and Jaskier feels his cheeks heat up when the man smiles and stretches out a hand.

"Sorry, hello. I'm Eskel, Ciri's uncle. I took Ciri to the dentist today."

"Jaskier, her classroom teacher." Eskel's hand is warm and callused, shaking Jaskier's hands firmly before they let go.

It is hard to look away, hard to instead look down at Ciri, who has now stepped in front of her uncle expectantly.

"I put it away."

"The boots too?" Eskel asks, and she nods a little too fast. A quick look tells them that no, she did not put away the boots.

"Try again, cub. It seems they are trying to flee."

Ciri harrumphs and stomps her foot, her bangs falling into her eyes, but she does indeed return to pick up her escaping boots.

"Boots are a tricky kind." Jaskier remarks as they watch her shove her boots in irritably before returning. "Will you be picking her up too?"

Be cool, Jaskier, don't look to eager.

"I will. We got a lollipop revenge to plan, after all." The glint of mischief in Eskel's eyes makes something flutter in Jaskier's chest.

"What did uncle Lamby do to deserve such ire?"

For a moment, Eskel studies him, as if weighing him up. Ciri zooms past them both and into the next room, and she can hear her excitedly tell Dara about the dentist and lollipop thieves.

"I could tell you over a cup of coffee, maybe this Friday?." Eskel says, and oh, oh oh oh help, Jaskier is in trouble.

"That would be nice."

"BYE UNCLE ESKY!" Ciri yells from inside the room, and Eskel waves back.

"I'll see you both this afternoon, then." Eskel smirks, and oh no, his poor heart. Without another word, Eskel turns and leaves.

Jaskier decides yes, he needs a breather right fucking now, because did he just get asked out by the hottest fucking man this side of Cintra?

Hiding among the jackets and overalls gives him about two minutes to collect himself, and also spying out the window after uncle Esky. 

Only to see that said man is stood a few paces away, probably what he thought was out of sight, face buried in his hands, and looking adorably embarrassed.

Jaskier needs to marry this man.

[writingmysanity]

Rumor has it

Prompt: "There are rumors about us" "I know, I spread them"

Pairing: Eskel x reader

Word count: 805

TW: loosely? Local man can't keep his hands to himself- more on the story once Eskel finds him. Back to you. Hmmmm Protective Eskel.

A/N: as per usual- Unbeta'd and all mistakes are my own. I do not own any characters minus Kit- though, I'd love to get my hands on Eskel. >.>

Candlelight flickers off the walls, illuminating your seat just enough for you to read by as you are slumped comfortably to curl into your book. The words on the page seem to leap off, capturing your attention. You didn't notice Eskel come in until his hand is on your shoulder, eyebrows raised a bit curiously. Blinking up at him slowly, you force your eyes to refocus on him, a sleepy smile stretching your face.

“Hey,” you hum, voice quiet in the silence that had surrounded you for what felt like moments, but looking back down at your nearly finished novel you had only just picked up, you realized it had probably been closer to hours. He just nods slightly, smiling softly. 

He always found it amusing when you “woke up” from reading.

“Good?” he asks gently, motioning to the book now resting in your lap, folded around your hand so as to not lose your spot as you turn your attention to him. Nodding, you grin. 

“Very,” he hums, satisfied. He had bought you the book in the last town you visited. It isn't often you're able to afford luxuries, but he tried to find little things to make the travel easier.

You were going to start in about the book, explain it all, like you normally would but something had settled over him- he is tense, eyebrows tugged together, eyes wide and far away. Closing the book altogether, you lean forward, resting your hand over his. 

“Hey,” you call softly, the sound drawing his eyes to you. He looks lost and confused, worries pooling in his bright eyes. “I need you to think louder, I can't hear what's going on in there, darling.”

“I…” he pauses, humming, unsure how to say it or where to begin. Giving him a knowing look, you tap the back of his hand again, bringing him back to you as you watch him lose himself in thought. 

“Just say it as direct as possible. Channel your inner Geralt,” he huffs a laugh, leaning forward slightly, tapping on the back of your hand out of habit and nerves, shifting in his seat, taking a deep breath before muttering it out so low that you aren't able to hear.

“What? Speak up, wolf, I'm hard of hearing.” puffing his cheeks up, he scrunches his nose at you, sighing, the air escaping his cheek slowly.

“No you aren't.” you grin a bit.

“Compared to you, I am. Now come along, speak up. Loud and clear- what's bugging you, dear?” 

“There are rumors about us,” he blurts out, his words quick- rushed. “Around town,” he adds quietly, eyes flitting across your face, waiting for some sort of reaction. Anger. Disgust. Even surprise. 

He wasn't expecting guilt.

Covering your mouth, you force an awkward cough to hide your face, the tips of your ears tainting pink- giving you away.

“Ah, so uh… that got back to you already,” he leans forward again, this time eyes intent upon you, eyebrows raised.

“Kit, what did you do?” puffing in indignation, you fight off the pout forming on your lips. 

“Why must I have done something?”

“Kit,” his voice is strong, not harsh but firm.

“Fine,” you whine, flopping back into your seat, arms crossed, chin resting on your chest so you don't have to look him in the eye. “I may or may not have spread them,” you hum quietly, knowing full well that he can hear you. You expected many things- his own anger, confusion, maybe even disappointment. But he laughs. His hands folded over his face as his shoulders shake. 

Gaping at him, you huff a bit, flicking the hand that comes to rest on your knee in retaliation.

“Why are you laughing?” 

“I thought someone else spread them, I thought…” he pauses, taking a deep, settling breath, eyes dancing with mirth. “Why?” 

Fidgeting in your seat again, you sit up slightly, humming softly to yourself, gaze turning to the fire, fingers padding against your book.

“So um, the other night, at the tavern,” you begin, glancing at him slightly, he nods you along, eyes heavy on you- listening closely. “There was a guy- he couldn't… wouldn't keep his hands to himself. I threatened him, but he just seemed amused by it,” you mumble, toying with your fingers in your lap, eyes flicking up to meet his. He is watching you, eyes alight with a venom you haven't seen before. 

“I uh, just told him that you were my husband.” you continued, swallowing. “And that if he didn't stop that you would tear his arms off.”

“Name?” his voice is stiff, you frown. 

“You’re not going to rip his arms off, Eskel.” he just shakes his head slightly, eyeing his swords in the corner.

“Of course not. I just want to talk to him.”

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Winter Wonder Chaos

Jaskier and Geralt go to Kaer Morhen for winter. Shenanigans and winter fun ensues.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: none, this is just pure fluff and silliness with cutagens and Witchers who have tails and ears

Read on Ao3

This is a fic for @yakowo as part of the Witcher Winter Exchange from @witcherficwriters . I hope you like it ❤️

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Jaskier was bouncing on his feet. Next to him, Geralt was chuckling, while he waited for their luggage to arrive.

Jaskier poked his tongue out at Geralt. "Don't pretend you aren't just as excited as I am to see your family again."

"I am calm personified."

Jaskier snorted. Geralt might be able to fool everyone around them, but even when hidden by a glamour, Jaskier could see the telltale signs of Geralt's tail going haywire. He was just as excited to go back home as Jaskier was.

They were back at the Kaedweni airport to be picked up by Lambert. Jaskier and Geralt had both missed Kaer Morhen and its inhabitants, and as Jaskier was able to work from home, they had decided to come here for winter.

Jaskier had never seen proper winter, Lettenhoven and Oxenfurt both being too far south for snow to ever stick around. He was only slightly disappointed when he found out that it hadn't snowed yet in Kaedwen, but Geralt had promised that by the end of winter he wouldn't be able to stand to see snow. Jaskier highly doubted that. Snow was magical and beautiful.

Geralt's stomach growled and Jaskier snickered. "Poor darling, I'm sure Vesemir will have a lot of food prepared for us."

Geralt huffed and slumped down onto Jaskier, who struggled a little to carry both their weight.

"I surely will have perished until then," he whines. "I hope Vesemir made pierogi."

Jaskier grinned and pressed a kiss to Geralt's cheek. His boyfriend was adorable when pouty.

Finally, after what felt like hours, their luggage came and they rushed out to find Lambert.

They had barely made their way outside when Jaskier was nearly tackled to the ground.

"Aiden," he managed to wheeze out and said witcher purred up a storm as he rubbed himself all over Jaskier. Ahead of him, Jaskier could see Lambert and Geralt engaged in their ritual lets-see-who-can-squeeze-the-other-to-death-first-hug.

Jaskier's heart swelled with happiness. It was good to see they have been missed as much as they missed the other witchers.

Eventually, Aiden let go of him to greet Geralt and Jaskier got to experience the death hug himself. It was weird how happy this made him.

The landscape on their car ride was just as beautiful as last time. Winter in the south meant bare trees and everything looked grey and sad. Here everything was still green due to the evergreens. Jaskier sighed happily. It looked like a fairy tale.

Geralt next to him scooted into the middle seat, sniffing at Jaskier and whining softly.

"What is it?"

"You smell wrong." He was shooting daggers at Aiden who was cackling in the front seat. Seeing Jaskier's confused expression, he added "He scented you and now you smell like Aiden."

Ohhh, Jaskier thought, Geralt is just a jealous puppy again. Smirking, he pressed closer into Geralt.

"I guess you'll just have to mark your territory again."

Hunger flashed across Geralt's eyes, but before he could say something Lambert interrupted.

"Oi! If you two try to get it on in the back, I will throw you out! Don't you dare desecrate my car like that."

Geralt just huffed. "Fuck off, Lambert."

"Fuck you!"

"Maybe if you don't want me to desecrate your car, you should keep your husband in check."

Lambert spluttered and from there on the two brothers fought the entire way back, spurred on by pointed comments from both Jaskier and Aiden.

When they finally made it to Kaer Morhen, Eskel was already waiting for them outside. He wasn't wearing his medallion, so Jaskier could see his tail wagging freely. If it were to go any faster Eskel would surely take off into the air.

As Lambert carried their luggage and Aiden back inside, Jaskier and Geralt got greeted by Eskel. Eskel squeezed Geralt just as hard as Lambert had, but luckily he had a little more sensibility than his youngest brother and subjected Jaskier to a human-safe hug.

"How was your journey?"

"Good, Geralt was so hungry, I had to keep him from fishing a half-eaten sandwich out of the trash can at the airport."

Eskel laughed and Geralt grumbled. He sniffed the air and as his eyes lit up he bolted inside.

Jaskier looked fondly after Geralt. "I had half a mind to just let him. Have you seen the prices? It's ridiculous!"

They went after Geralt and Jaskier quickly found out why his boyfriend had been in such a hurry. The entire house smelled like pierogi.

In the kitchen, Vesemir was fending off Geralt with a wooden spoon.

"Dinner is ready in 10 minutes, you will wait until then and not eat half of them already!"

It seemed that Geralt had taken off his medallion too, because Jaskier could see Geralt's ears twitching, clearly contemplating how to best get around Vesemir to steal some of the pierogi.

Taking mercy on Vesemir so that he could finish cooking, Jaskier pulled Geralt out of the kitchen.

"Come on you big oaf, help me set the table, then you will get to eat faster."

Vesemir nodded at Jaskier in thanks as he did his best to manhandle an uncooperative Geralt to the living room. He sighed. Geralt and hunger were a horrible combination.

Dinner was absolute chaos.

The witchers all behaved like over-excited puppies, talking over each other, demanding each other's attention, and not being able to sit still. Even Vesemir got a little swept up in the general ruckus, smiling broadly and egging his sons on. It was obvious how happy they all were to finally be reunited again.

After dinner, Vesemir send them all out to get their energy out, while he and Jaskier cleaned up a bit.

"I hope my boys weren't too much for you."

Jaskier looked up from where he was washing plates.

"Not at all. Geralt has relaxed around me so much, but coming back here is always something else. I love seeing him completely let go."

Vesemir hummed.

"I'm glad he found you. I never thought a human could accept us all so willingly and freely."

Jaskier blushed. Getting Vesemir's approval so freely meant a lot to him.

"Tell me if they should ever get too much, though. I know hiding places in this house not even my boys know of."

The warmth in Vesemir's voice made Jaskier blush even deeper.

"I will. Thank you for welcoming me into your home."

Vesemir smiled back and went to put the dry dishes back into the cupboards.

When they got back into the living room, Jaskier cooed at the sight.

The Witchers had finally run themselves exhausted and were lying now in a big cuddle pile in front of the chimney. Soft snores could be heard and Jaskier melted at how their ears were twitching in sleep. He was curious what they could be dreaming about.

Jaskier looked over at Vesemir.

"Will you join them?"

"Ah, my old bones won't last a night on the stone floor. Will you?"

"No," said Jaskier laughing. "I did once and I nearly suffocated when they all ended up lying on me. Also, Lambert is a horrible kicker, I don't know how Aiden can live with that."

Vesemir chuckled lowly. "He always used to do that since he was a small pup."

Together they moved upstairs. Jaskier flustered a bit as Vesemir pulled him in for a fatherly hug. His family was nice, but none of them would ever have been this physically affectionate. He had to suppress a grin as Vesemir tried to subtly sniff him, making sure he really was okay.

Jaskier quickly got ready for bed. Moonlight was streaming through a crack in the curtains.

Happily he snuggled into Geralt's huge bed. He could live one night without Geralt. They still would have weeks here together.

He couldn't wait to see what was to come.

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Four days into their stay a scream woke everyone up. Not Jaskier, though.

He was the origin of the scream.

"Geralt, wake up!!"

Jaskier jumped onto the bed where a sleepy Geralt was trying to hide beneath the blankets.

"Get uuuuup! It snowed!"

Why was Geralt not sharing his excitement? Before he could complain more, an arm shot out from the pile of blankets and dragged him under. Shrieking and laughing he wrestled with Geralt until he could free himself. Quickly he jumped over to the window.

As far as Jaskier could see, everything was covered under a thick blanket of snow. It didn't look like the same place anymore. The snow hid the shapes and forms of the landscape, transforming it into a plane of glittering snow in the morning sun. Brightly grinning, he turned around.

Geralt was sitting up in bed, horrible bed hair, and the blankets pooling around him as he scratched lazily at his naked cheat. His expression was still bleary and full of sleep and usually this would be enough for Jaskier to press Geralt back into bed and lovingly rail him, but today he had more important things to do.

Jaskier didn't even bother putting on thicker clothes or socks before rushing outside.

Which was a mistake.

He took three steps outside before running back in. Jaskier knew snow was cold, but that cold…rather rude of the snow.

Quickly he grabbed his shoes and back out he went.

It was magical. The snow was crunching under his boots but it was still so fluffy to the touch. He gathered enough to make a snowball. It wasn't as round as he wished it to be, but it flew beautifully into the distance anyways.

He turned around at the sound of crunching footsteps. Geralt was walking over, a coat slung over his arm and a besotted smile on his face.

"Did the snow make you forget common sense?" he chided gently.

Only now did Jaskier realise just how cold he has gotten in those few minutes outside and he thankfully let Geralt help him get the jacket on.

"Sorry love, I just got too excited."

"Hmmm, I do know that a happy you tends to lose all his brain cells."

Geralt sneaked his arm around Jaskier and gave his ass a playful squeeze. Jaskier gasped in affront, but Geralt kissed him quickly before he could say anything.

"Let's eat breakfast and then we will all go outside?"

Jaskier pouted, but he let himself be pulled back inside.

The others already sat around the table, munching sleepily on their breakfast. Lambert glared at him.

"You couldn't have been any louder this morning?"

"Sorry," said Jaskier sheepishly.

Lambert grumbled some more but let Aiden soothe him which consisted of the Cat simply depositing himself in Lambert's lap and purring until Lambert stopped scowling so hard. It was adorable.

As promised, they all went out after breakfast. Vesemir had some carrots so they began with building snowmen, which quickly ended in a competition of who could build the biggest and most snowmen.

Later everyone will claim it wasn't them, but when the first snowman got knocked over all hell broke loose. It's everyone for themselves and even Vesemir got dragged into the fight.

Jaskier hid behind a snowman. There was a momentary lull as everyone had spread out to hide and restock their ammunition. Carefully, he peaked around.

There, just below the roof of the stables, was a tail swishing from behind a snowman. Jaskier knew that when the witchers were fighting they could hold perfectly still, but in a play fight like this, their tails tended to betray the fun they were having. And this time also Lambert's position.

Jaskier grinned to himself. Geralt had warned him to not spend time below the roof as the snow on top easily got loose and could bury you. He would use that now to his advantage.

Carefully, he aimed one of his bigger snowballs at the rooftop.

The snowball flew and landed perfectly with a thunk. Something cracked and before Jaskier knew it, the entire snow on the roof came rushing down.

"What the — AAARGGHH!!"

Jaskier howled with laughter as Lambert got buried under the snow, muffled curses coming from beneath it. But he wasn't the only one.

He could hear Aiden laughing, in fact, he laughed so hard that he fell out of his hiding spot in the roof beams.

Jaskier's side was hurting with how hard he was laughing. Lambert slowly clawed his way out of the snow pile and immediately zeroed in on Jaskier. His eyes were speaking murder.

"Oh fuck."

Jaskier suddenly had much more sympathy prey of wolves. Lambert took one step forward and Jaskier booked it.

Geralt just laughed at him as he was chased around by Lambert who was carrying the stomach of a snowman to throw.

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One of Jaskier's favourite winter activities was just lying on a sofa in front of the chimney with a mug of mulled wine while reading a book.

The wolf witchers were more adventurous. They didn't deal well with being cooped up inside all day and went regularly on long hikes into the mountains. Aiden usually didn't join them. Unlike Jaskier, he was definitely fit enough, but as it turned out, the cat wasn't too happy about the cold and also preferred to stay back and lounge in front of the fire.

Jaskier loved those afternoons. Aiden didn't mind a little conversation, but for the most part he also liked to just relax together in silence.

One afternoon Jaskier decided that he had read enough and maybe he could take a nap. He put his book away and yawned.

Aiden looked up.

"Are you taking a nap?"

Jaskier just nodded in affirmation.

Aiden immediately jumped up from the floor and walked over to the couch. He plopped down beside Jaskier's legs.

"Gonna join me?" Jaskier asked, a yawn interrupting further questions.

Aiden didn't answer. He scooted a little closer and began purring as he pressed first his left and then his right hand into the soft part of Jaskier's legs over and over again.

Jaskier smiled softly. He loved Geralt and he loved his more wolfish instincts, but there was something about those cat mutations that Jaskier found extra adorable.

Baking cookies, Jaskier thought. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

He woke up several hours later to Aiden nosing at his neck who by now was cuddling him and the sounds of the wolf witchers returning home. Geralt was the first who entered the living room.

"Hello love, did you have a good trip?"

Geralt hummed and sat down on the ground next to the sofa.

"It was fun, saw some rare species. Vesemir thinks they might be repopulating, so that's exciting."

He leaned forward, sniffed at Jaskier, and growled. It wasn't a playful growl, his ears alert and his lips curling, revealing a row of very sharp teeth.

Aiden immediately jumped away, but he was laughing menacingly as he rushed out of the room.

Jaskier looked confused at Geralt. "What was that about?"

He tried to smooth out Geralt's scowling, but he only scowled harder.

"Aiden marked you. He knows it annoys me when you don't smell like me anymore."

Jaskier had noticed before that Geralt loved it when Jaskier took his clothing and looked unhappy when Aiden was rubbing himself too much on Jaskier. That would explain it.

"Bad kitten. Should I tell him off?"

"Do you like his affection?"

Jaskier cupped Geralt's face in his hands who immediately pressed kisses to his palms.

"I do, but I don't like you being unhappy."

"But I don't want to drive a wedge between you two."

Jaskier leaned forward, kissing Geralt softly. Geralt sighed into the kiss, demanding a few more before he would let Jaskier move away again. Jaskier couldn't help but giggle.

"My sappy wolf. Then how about we get a little revenge on them?"

Geralt grinned mischievously.

"I love the way you think. What's the plan?"

"Well, I'm gonna assume that Lambert and Aiden equally like it for their things to smell of them?"

"Yeah, it just feels right."

"Then how about we fuck in their bed, make it smell of us?"

Geralt pulled away, his eyes blown wide in surprise.

"That's mean…they will hate that. Lambert will explode when he finds out."

"Oh, well, if it is too much…"

Geralt laughed. "No, it's fucking perfect. Lambert wanted to take Aiden into town tomorrow." He leaned a little closer to whisper into Jaskier's ears. "I will fuck you until you can't come anymore and then I'll fuck you some more."

Jaskier moaned, his entire body immediately burning with arousal.

"Fuck, yes pleased, Geralt." He sat up and moved into Geralt's lap. "I also think we should practice for that right now."

Geralt growled and caught his lips in a kiss again. It was the complete opposite of their earlier kisses, hungry and with too much teeth, but Jaskier couldn't care anymore. It has been a while since they last had sex.

Jaskier yelped when Geralt suddenly stood up and carried him up to their room without any effort. Another wave of arousal hit him at that casual display of strength.

On their way, they passed Aiden. Jaskier winked at him. The consequences be damned, if this kind of revenge gets Geralt going this much, then he will happily do it again.

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They all spend most of their time at Kaer Morhen, but from time to time Vesemir sent them out for errands. Today it was Jaskier, Lambert, and Eskel's turn to go into town.

As they'd be among people, the witchers put on their medallions again to hide their more animalistic traits, but Jaskier missed seeing their true forms. He had gotten used to them so much.

But even when their outward mutations might be gone, their inner ones did not.

Eskel was the one who liked to pretend the most that there was nothing unusual about them. When in public he always pretended to just be a regular human.

Lambert did not care for that. He sniffed around constantly, following smells and noises. Eskel had to reign him back in more than once when he tried to walk off to find the source of an especially delicious smell.

They were on their way back to the car when Lambert began to throw snowballs at Eskel.

"Cut it out, Lambs."

"Why, you need to loosen up a bit!"

Eskel just threw Lambert an exasperated look while Lambert continued to throw snow at him. Jaskier snickered on the side. Brotherly love could be a lot. Eskel growled lowly at Lambert when he tried to throw the next one. Lambert stopped for a second and then changed tactics. Now he was trying out just how close he could throw the snowballs next to Eskel's head. Eskel rolled his eyes but didn't say anything anymore.

When they got back to the car, Lambert threw one especially close. Before either of them knew what happened, Eskel had caught the snowball.

With his mouth.

He stopped, startled about what just had happened.

Jaskier and Lambert were turning red in their faces trying to suppress their laughter. The confused expression on Eskel was just too funny.

Jaskier lost his fight against his laughter, when Eskel growled, spit out the snow in his mouth, and tackled Lambert to the ground.

He was in stitches as he watched Lambert getting his ass beaten. Eskel had him in a headlock and was stuffing snow down Lambert's jacket.

"Asshole! Get off me! Nooooo, it's cold."

"Beg me for it, Lambchop," Eskel said now laughing while continuing to press snow to Lambert's face.

"Fuck you!"

Jaskier watched them for a few more minutes and packed the car as Lambert couldn't break out of Eskel's hold on the slippery ground.

Eventually, he gave up the fight. He was trying to nose at Eskel's neck and lick it in a show of submission.

"Are you sorry?" Eskel said, not sounding angry anymore.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Please let me go," Lambert whined, pouting at Eskel.

Eskel chuckled and licked a long line across Lambert's face, who bristled but submitted to the treatment.

They helped each other off of the ground and with a still giggling Jaskier in tow they drove back home.

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Jaskier loved winter here in Kaedwen. The snow was beautiful, the landscape magical and he had been able to try out so many winter activities like skiing and sledging that he never got to do before, it was just a joy all around.

Every time he thought the snow was gonna melt away there came a new snowstorm, trapping them all inside and laying down a new layer of snow.

They spend their days in front of the chimney, drinking warm beverages, telling stories, and playing games, and Jaskier honestly never felt more at home.

He did start missing Oxenfurt though. And spring. And seeing other colors besides white.

Jaskier would never admit to it though.

With the weeks passing it was getting warmer and warmer. Jaskier knew that by now in Oxenfurt the first spring flowers had sprouted because Priss had sent him so many pictures that he'd gotten rather jealous.

One morning Jaskier woke up, Geralt already getting dressed and looking out the window.

"Did the snow finally melt?"

A shadow flickered over Gerald's face, but Jaskier couldn't decipher in time what it meant.

"No, it actually snowed last night."

"What?!" That couldn't be, it was supposed to be warmer by now! Quickly Jaskier jumped out of the bed and rushed to the window.

"You ass!" he shouted. It had, in fact, not snowed anymore. Most of the snow had melted away and nature was waking up out of its winter sleep. There were patches of early spring flowers all over the fields and Jaskier jumped excitedly up and down.

"Did you get sick of the snow after all?" Geralt teased. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Jaskier, nuzzling into his neck.

Jaskier huffed. "I'm not admitting to anything. It's just nice to see something else for a change."

Behind him, Geralt chuckled.

"So next winter we will come again?"

"You bet we will.

[kueble]

This is too long to post here, but please check it out on ao3. This was meant to be a quick smut fic and it grew into nearly 20k of angst, fluff, and smut. These boys got crazy on me lol.

Explicit. Warnings: a/b/o, knotting, intersex omegas, heat fic. 20,000 words

Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel

Stars by the Pocketful

Summary: Geralt brings Jaskier home with him to Kaer Morhen with the intent on mating during his next heat. Spending time with Eskel leads to some interesting new feelings, but it all works out in the en

[elythegardeningbard]

This is from last Valentine’s day ~ A special request from my friend - Enjoy