#tree eskel

[beedeadinthemorning]

Me: Didn't watch Netflix witcher and only learned of Eskel's fate through memes and fandom outcries.

Also me:

[kuwdora]

[fic]: Driftwood (The Witcher, Eskel/Geralt)

Driftwood

Geralt/Leshen Eskel

canonical divergence/alive Eskel, Leshen Eskel, crack treated seriously, slice of life ~3k, rated T

Geralt meets Eskel for an afternoon on the lake. 🌳🛶 

“Come on,” Eskel said, nudging him away and pointing in the direction of the lake.

“Are we going for a swim?” Geralt asked.

“Something better,” Eskel said and grinned, nudging Geralt by the shoulders with several vines until he turned around.

As they walked, Geralt watched Eskel detangle some branches, revealing several packs that had been strapped to the branches and deftly hidden away inside the braiding.

“Have you figured out how much you can actually carry?” Geralt asked.

“I could carry your sorry ass and all your supplies back to Kaer Morhen without breaking a sweat,” Eskel replied with a grin.

“You don’t sweat anymore,” Geralt pointed out and Eskel laughed.

“Got me there,” Eskel said.

Once they were at the lake Eskel began depositing what looked like his crossbow and two quivers of bolts, a set of throwing knives, and several unmarked bags, including one that smelled like an apothecary. He also laid down a large sword in its sheath. Eskel had become weapon enough not to need such things, but Geralt understood his need to hold on to some of the skills he had relied upon before his transformation.

One bundle Eskel treated more delicately than the others, his vines deftly loosening the knot around the bag and removing the contents with a care Geralt had usually seen reserved to the way Lambert treated his bombs. Geralt blinked in surprise when he saw what the bag’s contents were.

“…Are you carrying a little garden around with you?” Geralt asked, bending to look at the set of ceramic pots filled with soil that had been lashed together with a tendril Eskel must have snapped off himself and fastened to the pots before it desiccated.

Eskel chuckled a little uncomfortably “It’s kind of an experiment. Unfortunately this is the third time I’ve tried to get these seeds to germinate. I can’t overwater the seeds, so I don’t dare take them with us, and they could use some afternoon sun while we’re on the water,” Eskel said. Then he dug another small burlap sack out of himself and held it out to Geralt.

Geralt took it. When he looked inside, he found it held a few pieces of bread and smoked boar meat, a jar of preserves, and a surprising amount of beer.

“Where’d you get the alcohol?” Geralt asked.

“Oh,” Eskel said and laughed. “There’s a small village—very small. No more than four families I encountered when I was tracking a chort through their backyard. I killed the chort, and they were grateful. They call me The Drinking Tree in that area now, and leave out offerings for me.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like quite a story.”

“I’ll catch you up. But first: take off your clothes. I can’t guarantee this’ll be a dry ride,” Eskel said.

Geralt wasn’t sure what that meant, but he took off his clothes without question. By the time he was done removing his socks and braies, Eskel had unfurled all of his branches like he was a sail, and the vines and tendrils seemed to have quadrupled since Geralt had looked away. Eskel began walking into the lake as his myriad limbs began weaving themselves together. Several branches remained free of the weave and were half-extended down his back. Geralt knew if Eskel wanted, he could extend them and pull Geralt along without even looking.

“What are you waiting for?” Eskel asked, turning around in the water that was now up to his waist. Some of the ivy began to float on the surface of the water. With his branches spread out, Eskel was an impressive sight.

“I thought you said we weren’t swimming,” Geralt said.

“You’re not swimming,” Eskel said. He grinned.

read on ao3

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

BLOCKING s3 vol. 1 haters on sight i am. blocking you all ON FUCKING SIGHT!!! last season we had to deal with eskel being turned into a goddamn fucking tree and then wolf food and now with the MOST fun and MOST enjoyable and LEAST Actively Pissing On The Books season of twn since literally season one that came out before the FUCKING PANDEMIC you wanna HATE??? not having it NOT having it. we literally have the "jaskier being ciris fun uncle" content we craved post-s1 for three years and Geralt literally called him "jask" and you wanna be MEAN???? NOT on my feed no sir

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

So... anyone know a fic featuring a Medallion tree where it's explained to Jaskier what it is and what it means???

[roughentumble]

geralt/eskel cinderella AU, eskel as cinderella. as children, eskel's father was high ranking enough that he was often on court grounds, and as a doted-on child he was brought along, and played with the young prince often, unaware of his playmate's station. his mother was of common birth, but they'd married for love, and she taught him the songs of her childhood, and told him tall tales. but then his mother dies, and his father remarries, and he's too sad to bring himself to go along on trips. not long after, his father passes as well, and trips to the palace stop entirely. trips anywhere outside the house's grounds stop, in fact, and he finds himself wishing he'd dragged himself out of his depression long enough to make the most of the final trips, as he never had a chance to say goodbye to his friend. he had no idea it could all end so suddenly.

he cooks, and he cleans, and he mucks out the stables, as is his duty now. cleans the fireplaces and feeds the animals. something happens in his youth, perhaps an accident with a gardening tool, which leaves his face scarred and disfigured, made all the worse because they dont bother to take him to a proper doctor. he treats it himself with shaking hands and no mirror, and it scars something viscious. but he's always been a dutiful child, and a dutiful child he remains.

he grows strong, and dependable, working quietly and dreaming of days past. until one day he hears of a masquerade ball being held at the castle, a celebration of the prince's 18th birthday(and what a coincidence, as he's just turned 18 himself a scant few months ago). every eligible person in the city is invited... if only he could find the time to go and dance for just a night...

[macroglossus]

forgot how egregiously they fucked up basically all of the witcher s2 but especially like. all of kaer morhen. for no reason whatsoever

[fantasyoftales]

The Witcher Eskel

[pleasechooseausername]

Throwback to 2020 when this was a Witcher blog anyway met the owl yesterday who apparently played Phillipa

[letmelickyoureyeballs]

Witcher Fic Recs

Wanted to make a list of some of my favorite Witcher fics! Most of these are not Jaskier/Geralt, but I did add some, and they are just as good! A lot are also Explicit, and some need an AO3 account to access. Feel free to message me if you want your work taken off this list.

*I do not claim any of these fics as mine, and I give all the credit to the original authors*

"Bat Out of Water" by @tafkamayle One of if not my favorite Witcher fic! 65k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt Jaskier/Eskel Jaskier/Lambert, Vampire and Pirate AU

"The Songbird of The Cats" by @ohwhoopsok I've read this one so many times I cannot recommend it enough! 28k words, Mature, Jaskier/OCs Jaskier/Aiden Jaskier/Lambert, Jaskier becomes the School of the Cats new obsession, little non-human Jaskier

"The Shape of Love" by @jaskierswolf 17k words, Teen and Up, Shifter AU, Geralt/Jaskier, there's a bunch of works in this series and they're all great!

"Fateful Red" by @tafkamayle again, 16k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt, Soulmates and No Powers AU, I love this one so much!

"That's my Jam(bert)" by @greenbirddraws/GreenBird, 14k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Lambert, I love them together so much!

"So Tight I'd Bruise You" by @sweetpeapod 496 words, General Audience, Jaskier/Lambert, little hurt/comfort and soft Lambert

"Cat Up A Tree(Going Down on a Witcher)" by Hallianna, 10k words, Explicit, Aiden/Jaskier/Lambert, love this one a lot!

"Bring Your Hunger" by @sweetpeapod again, 2k words, Teen and Up, Jaskier/Lambert, teasing and fluff

"Take a Chance on Second Chances" by Caelanmiriel, 9k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Lambert, some courting rituals

"Fingertips" by @ohwhoopsok again, 3k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Lambert, Lambert can't get hard, some fluff, this one is super sweet!

"to the wolves" by @besselfcn 1k words, Mature, Jaskier/Lambert/Eskel/Geralt, Past SA, hurt/comfort, revenge, past Valdo/Jaskier

"I Just Want to Feel You" by @stfustucky 6k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt/Lambert/Eskel, Geralt and Eskel fuck up some aftercare so Lambert has to make things right, super sweet one!

"Soap, and the Scents of Home" by @round--robin/round_robin 32k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt/Eskel/Lambert, lots of touch-starved Witchers, Scent kink, an amazing series!

"5 Times Geralt was Cat-Like (+1 Time He Was Wolf-Like)" by @xrdragonix 2k, General Audience, Geralt/Jaskier, Wolf and Cat traits, super cute and wholesome!

If you enjoyed any of these please let the authors know with comments, kudos, and/or bookmarking it!

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

witchers x maleficent!/fae!reader

summary: how witcher characters would react to someone having maleficent type horns/wings and magic

notes: got this out just in time for the new season phew

warnings: gn!reader, lambert the middle schooler, jaskier's composing

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @lu-in-the-library @sunndust (msg me to be added!)

based on this request | masterlist | requests are OPEN!

Geralt

He’s mostly just praying that fate isn’t throwing another curveball at him

Sureeee he’ll spend time with you!! (his fingers are crossed and he’s praying let them be normal let them be normal

Will end up totally accepting you, but he doesn’t love the attention that comes from being a witcher in the company of a fae

He secretly adores your wings

Jaskier

Immediately in song-writing mood

Will make up things about your life to fabricate contents for his ballads

Won’t treat you very different from his other ~weird~ friends

Loves loves loves the attention that comes with it (read: basks in it like the sun)

Yennefer

Yen is fascinated

The academic in her wants to tell her colleagues

And the girl who was all alone and abandoned in her absolutely adores you

You’d do good to make sure that she’s on your side, or she might sell you out

Definitely wants a piece of your magic either way

Ciri

Poor ciri

Eugh she just wants some friends

That don’t die…

She loves your horns and wings

Definitely adores you for also being *different* and having your own magic thing going on

Eskel

He adores your wings

If there is a wing care routing, please let this man do it

Otherwise, he might invent a conditioner-potion for your wings

Don’t scare him in the beginning though, or you may get stabbed

Lambert

Has the reaction of a seventh-grader

Might literally go woahhhhhh

Big hater, but not against you

Will protect you, but will also ask you if you can carry stuff with your horns constantly

Yeah becoming a christmas tree-esque creature may be a con

Coen

Coen honestly just enjoys a helping hand

Your magic will in fact be contributing to his work

Tbf he also makes sure you don’t get killed by angry farmers

The whole thing starts off as a symbiotic relationship but will turn into a friendship (if not more hehe)

Vesemir

Bro does not trust you

Thots and prayers girldude

Oh you have horns and wings? LIKE A MONSTER??

Unless one of his witchers (read:children) introduces you to him, he may attempt murder

[inexplicifics]

For the WIP-game have we had any Eskel & the Fae yet?

So full disclosure, I have no idea where this one is going.

Eskel is on his way from one no-name tiny village to another, via a surprisingly peaceful stretch of forest - which probably should have been his first clue that something was about to go very wrong - when a streak of yellow light comes zig-zagging through the trees and runs smack into his chest. He catches the small glowing creature as it bounces off his gambeson, and blinks down in surprise at a person, about six inches tall, with glowing yellow wings about as long as its height, and an expression of pure terror on its - her? - tiny face. “Help me! Hide me! Please!” she cries. Eskel makes an impulsive decision, and reaches down with his free hand to flip open a saddlebag. “In,” he says, and she launches herself from his palm and into the bag, burrowing into it and vanishing. He drops the flap and gets his hands back on the reins - Scorpion, being a well-trained witcher’s horse, has kept walking steadily, without flinching at moving lights or strange noises - just in time for a whole cavalcade of riders to come out of the woods. Eskel reins Scorpion in, eyeing the newcomers warily. They’re definitely people, but their steeds range from what sure as hell look like kelpies to him, to slat-sided elk, to something that looks like a horse but very definitely has a predator’s teeth. And the riders are all armored in bronze and horn, and are shaped…not quite like humans. All the hairs on the back of Eskel’s neck stand on end.

[kuwdora]

Ooh lots of good questions, so I'll start with this one: 🎢

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

ahaha. That is absolutely my Leshen Eskel fic Heart Tap. We have a touch-starved witcher whose body is mutated yet again and also his mind isn't quite right. He has monster urges, he's experiencing memories that don't seem to fit, and he just doesn't understand enough of what he's been turned into. Which is why he asks Geralt to tap him like a maple tree to find out what he's made of. This is is crack treated so fucking seriously and I go so fucking hard with the monster biology and fantasy alchemy worldbuilding elements. There's intimacy and sex that is not quite tentacle sex because Eskel's still figuring out his new body. And aahhhhh, this is just the beginning of my Leshkel saga.

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[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

redanian intelligence please this is the most genuine joy I've had about anything relating to Netflix Witcher post-s2 in over a year and if its fake I will be fucking devastated

[slumberingcorpse]

Imagine if instead of cats being terrified of witchers, they instead loved witchers? I can just picture Lambert just walking into a town with an army of cats that he’s gathered just to cause utter chaos. (Yes, he has tried to train all of his cats to attack people he doesn’t like. He gave up after a week). Every time, Eskel sleeps in a barn or stables he wakes up with a whole colony of stray cats sleeping on him causing him to often get up late since he doesn’t want to disturb their sleep. He also makes sure to feed them any chance he gets. Geralt would constantly lose his mind during hunts since kittens will start to pop out of nowhere wanting attention and he will have to kill monsters while protecting each cat. As for Vesemir, he busies himself with building cat trees for all the cats that wander into Kear Morhan and treat them as more of his children. He gave them all names and makes clothes, toys (Made with the purest of cat nip), and beds for all of them. Some of them even have small versions of the wolf medallions as collars.

[joestarlight]

Throwing this into the Geraskier void.

I love this painting, “The Meeting on the Turret Stairs” and would love to see an artist do a Geraskier take on it. I unfortunately cannot draw, but I offer you a little drabble inspired by it. Hope you enjoy!

Jaskier was still getting used to Kaer Morhen. The drafty hallways, the rooms that hadn’t had a person in them for decades, and the Witchers in it who bathed even less than Geralt. Still, they were a rowdy bunch who loved a good song and a pretty face. Jaskier provided them with both, and they were his best audience in years.

But he’d be damned if he ever figured out these staircases. There were so many within the keep, many with uneven stone steps that were easy to miss when one was distracted by the beautiful view out the window. Snowy mountain tops covered with evergreen trees, and the sun looming high over the landscape captured his attention every time.

Still, he had to grab his lute to practice before dinner. He had a new song in mind, one that had been growing for a long time, but tonight, he finally wanted to share it. He had a sneaking suspicion it might make a particular Witcher blush, and he was determined to find out. So he climbed up a few more stairs, only to see his Witcher standing before him, armor on and eyes fixed on Jaskier. 

“Geralt…a little late to be training, isn’t it?”

“I promised Eskel a spar.”

“Mmm, well may the best Witcher win.” Jaskier took a step up, raising his hand to brush against Geralt’s armor as he moved. Much to his surprise, Geralt raised his hands and held tight to his arm. 

“Tonight…” Geralt began, and Jaskier sighed, resting his head against the wall as his Witcher leaned in to press a kiss to the inside of his elbow. “Tonight what? You’ll hold me for warmth? You’ll curl up against me and fall asleep without another word?” Jaskier glanced down at him. “And you’ll leave me wondering if I am anything more than an extra fur in your bed." He watched Geralt’s lips part in protest, and The Witcher shook his head.

“Tonight, bring wine up to my room. We’ll talk. And then take it from there.”

Jaskier took one of Geralt’s hands and pressed it to his lips. He knew exactly where he planned to take it, if Geralt would allow him to. And tonight...just maybe he would. 

“Don’t be late for dinner. I’m going to play. And then we can…talk.” Geralt nodded, and their touch slowly slipped apart. Jaskier continued up the stairs, choosing not to linger by the next window. He had some practicing to do before dinner, for if this was to be the song he finally woo’d Geralt with, he damn well would make sure it was perfect.

[handholdinglion]

There is a special place in my heart for beefy eskel, huge eskel, gentle giant eskel.

his hands are massive, like it was his destiny to be forged for brutality, perfect for his craft. but he loves to use them to sew, to embroider when he can, leaving small tokens of himself behind.

his face may be scarred but his smile is so soft, glowing from lips reminiscent of a chipped teacup with fangs peeking through. but who doesn’t love imperfections, a sign of strength and resilience. the warmth in his eyes would put any smouldering hearth to shame, there’s comfort in the fire where families gather to break bread and share tales.

his magic is powerful but well controlled, it sparks beneath the surface, mixing with deep-felt emotions, a cauldron of chaos and feelings. though his face remains impassive among the unfamiliar.

he is ferociously loyal and protective, of those he loves but also of the innocent he meets on the path. his anger can draw warmth from a room, suck the air from your lungs, spark a storm rolling down from the hills.

his joy can sprout growth, a swath of greenery and new life blooming around him like cape. even the legendary fae would be breathless at the delights he can bring to bloom.

his content takes many forms; sometimes it’s like the crisp, sharp glow of a spring morning, like sunlight shining through the leaves on the trees.

at home it’s like a blanket, a physical thing that welcomes his pack home, enveloping them with warmth and lifting any weight from their shoulders.

even through their darkest times, after a year of pain & harsh words out in the trenches of the world, the others drag themselves up the harsh terrain of the killer to feel his magic warming their bones once more 🐺🧡