#eskel drabble

[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.

#eskel fluff #eskel drabble #eskel x you #eskel x reader #eskel fic #eskel #netflix!eskel #game!eskel

[cas-kingdom]

I think I’ll also add Geralt and “Poke me again and see what happens.”

Find the OC version of this fic here.

“Poke me again and see what happens,” Geralt spoke monotonously as he glanced over his shoulder. It was only after you felt his eyes on you that you realised he was talking to you. Which was shocking only because you hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. Before you could ask, he returned to his meal.

Your confused stare lingered on him a little longer, your tired mind attempting to catch up to his words, but you gave up after a moment or so. You’d been trying to sleep, curled up behind Geralt with a blanket and a pillow in the hall of Kaer Morhen. Though the witchers had all returned for the winter and were busy drinking and exchanging stories, you welcomed the clamour more than you found it difficult to rest with. It was a reminder, after all, that your family had remained in one piece for another year.

“Stop it, Y/N.”

Now that you were sure Geralt was addressing you, you turned on your side and propped yourself up with an elbow. “I’m not doing anything,” you insisted truthfully. “I’m just trying to sleep.”

Geralt glanced over his shoulder again and hummed, most likely in disagreement. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him once more. You were growing more restless by the minute, increasing each time Geralt told you to stop doing something you weren’t doing.

Staring ahead, your eyes caught Lambert’s, the redhead grinning from ear to ear in a very conspicuous way. He was supposedly having a conversation with Eskel and Coen, but Eskel and Coen seemed to be the only ones actually conversing. Knowing he was far too chipper to not be up to something, you narrowed your eyes at him, watching as he picked up a small stone from the ground, tossed it once in the air, took aim, and sent it sailing towards Geralt. It hit his shoulder and he tensed.

This time, you shot up in your makeshift bed, sending a look of utter hatred, eyes wide, brows furrowed, mouth open, to Lambert, who merely crossed his arms behind his head and settled back against his chair.

“You dick!” you hissed, just as Geralt turned to face you. You shook your head at him. “It was Lambert, Geralt.”

“Poke him again, Y/N! I wanna see what happens!” Lambert called. If looks could kill, the witcher need not worry about dying by a monster’s hand. You got to your feet, snatching up your pillow as you went, and stormed towards Lambert.

Lambert chuckled, clapping Eskel on the back. “Watch this,” he said. He remained still as you made quick work of rushing over to him, pillow raised high above your head. As soon as you neared him enough to attempt a solid hit, Lambert jolted upright, grabbed you, and pulled you onto his lap, tickling your sides so suddenly your arms jerked...

And hit Eskel instead.

Witcher Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

#the witcher #geralt #geralt of rivia #vesemir #lambert #eskel #coen #reader #reader fic #teen reader #teen!reader #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #vesemir x reader #eskel x reader #lambert x reader #coen x reader #mine #baby fic #drabble #daughter reader #daughter!reader

[kueble]

Geskel, first love

Everyone says first loves never last, but honestly, fuck everyone.

The keep is dark when Geralt stumbles in, probably the last one up the mountain again.  He can feel Eskel, though, the other half of him, always reaching out.  He makes it to their room in record time, dumping his bags by the door.

Eskel mumbles, barely awake but somehow managing to lift up the furs for him.  Grinning, Geralt kicks off his boots and slides into bed.  He presses a kiss against the back of Eskel’s neck and curls around him.

Sometimes first loves are all you ever need.

#geskel #the witcher #eskel #geralt #my fic #drabbles #drabble prompts

[lambden]

Three sentence fic:

Eskel and Jaskier

Florist/Bakery AU

💐❤️🥐

“I took this job because it meant getting up early,” admits Eskel. “Before I was a baker, all I did was party— I’d usually still be out by the time I get up to make dough now. I needed a hard reset.”

Before Jaskier can commend him for his recovery or even inquire further, the baker leans onto the counter, towards him. From this close, Jaskier can see all the colours shot through his kind amber eyes, and smell the dough he’s been toiling over for the last few hours. Everything about the man is warm. Jaskier can’t help but lean in too, forgetting the bouquet in his hands, until—

“But you don’t strike me as a morning person,” the baker accuses, his smile twitching up in both corners. “So unless you really do have to hand-deliver fresh flowers every single morning to someone else down this road… is there a chance you’re just here to see me?”

#i will never stick to just three sentences and that is a promise #jaskel #jaskel fic #jaskier fic #eskel fic #drabble meme #drabble #asks #my writing #i think this is my first time writing this ship! hopefully i did alright anon 🥰💐🍰 #also you can pry recovering addict eskel out of my cold dead hands #anonymous

[gleamingsilence]

First and Last Lines

Rules: Go through your last 5 fics and share the first and last line. No context.

I was tagged by @between-thepages! thank you! 💖

„So, what did the marchioness say about her husband’s newest business?“ -> Her finger jabbed him again, quite painfully. “Tell me, Sigismund!”  (power play)

Eskel stood completely still, eyes closed against the bright mid-day sun beating down at him. -> And as so often, they both turned their heads up in union, Eskel’s brown tuft under Vesemir’s greying beard. (drip. drip)

The scorching sun had finally set, ending her long climb over the firmament. -> Sweat already pooled at his neck as he turned towards his town house, pondering once again, if Kovir had planted the most dull and mousy looking spy right under his nose. (debts to pay)

Vesemir leaned over the balustrade, watching the oldest adepts being trained by Osbert. -> At least now the two could comfort one another, their bound hands clutching and tearing at each other, as Vesemir paced the room, waiting for the outcome of the seventh day. (Bound)

This was a risky business.-> He looked at the white stickiness in his right hand. ‘Fuck it, at least I got the information I needed.’ (The last Straw)

tagging @witch-and-her-witcher @kiriele @limerental @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

#excluded the drabbles #mostly #dijkstra #my beloved #witcher fanfiction #vesemir #eskel

[dapandapod]

Maybe it shouldn’t be surprising, but Jaskier finds himself surprised all the same. Eskel guides him across the dancefloor, smiling easily to the bard’s stunned expression.

“Didn’t think I had it in me?” Eskel teases, his grip around Jaskier’s hand tightening.

“Didn’t realize witchers had dance training.” Jaskier replies as he is being spun and then caught in Eskel’s arms again. “Plenty of that back in the days.” Eskel says. ‘Before the scar’ he doesn’t say, but Jaskier hears it anyway. His crooked smile falters, and Jaskier can’t help but to reach out.

“Plenty of that from now on too.”

(written for @thepassifloradiscord drabble challenge)

#jaskel #dancing #jaskier x eskel #insecure eskel #silly boy he is so handsome #the witcher #dapanda writes #drabble challenge #jaskier #eskel

[simulcrae]

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[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.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fanfic #meeting on the turret stairs #art inspired fanfiction

[hutonthelighthouse]

Tosna of Novigrad, my selfinsert oc in Witcher for almost three years already. So many drabbles have been written about Tosna traveling alongside Eskel, it helped me when I was lonely

#artists on tumblr #art #the witcher #the witcher 3 #tw3 #the witcher oc #tw3oc #god I just can't express how much I love Eskel

[shy-urban-hobbit]

8 with Lambert & Vesemir please if you want to 💕

8 - "I'm really disappointed in you."

I had two ideas for this one and I really wanted to write both so we have a modern au humour drabble with a little bit of role reversal which Lambert is way too happy about and/or fluffy/angst child Lambert under the cut where Vesemir learns Lambert doesn't use words to apologise (CW on that one for implied abuse/corporal punishment).

"I'm really disappointed in you." Lambert didn't even try to hide his smile as Vesemir was led out from the cells to the front of the station. Of all the days Geralt and Eskel had to be busy...

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Lambert crowed, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow in a parody of the pose Vesemir adopted every time he'd asked that of his youngest.

"Wrong place, wrong time." He answered as he walked out onto the wet, dark street. It really was - Vesemir had just been minding his own business at a nearby bar when all hell broke loose between a couple of guys and their respective friends. Vesemir wouldn't have gotten involved at all if someone hadn't thrown a right hook at him as he tried to leave and well...old habits and all that. It was just his luck Lambert was the only person available to come and post bail.

He might have realised too late what exactly he'd said, but Lambert certainly didn't. His smile morphed into a full on, shit eating grin as one of his own classic excuses fell from his father's mouth, "I've heard that before!" He yelled out, raising a finger and wagging it in exaggerated sternness, "When are you going to start thinking before you act? I swear, I never have this much trouble with Eskel and Geralt!"

"Are you done?" Vesemir deadpanned from where he was trying to walk ahead of the younger man.

"Not even close." Lambert laughed, jogging slightly to catch up so they were now walking side by side, "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this opportunity? I'm not stopping until I've gone through your entire repertoire of Disappointed Dad phrases old man!"

Vesemir did an about face, "That's it. I'm seeing if they'll let me spend the night in the drunk tank."

"Ok, ok." Lambert said holding his hands up in a placating gesture, still grinning, "But you have to admit, the irony is pretty fucking funny."

Vesemir gave out a "hmm". He supposed he'd be able to laugh about it in the morning - he wasn't telling Lambert that though.

"C'mon. I'll buy you a drink, we should celebrate this. Vesemir's first run in with the law!"

"What makes you think that was my first?" Vesemir asked, ducking through the door of the first bar they came across and smirking at Lambert's spluttering.

"Wait, what...Vesemir??!"

It was nearing the end of Lambert's first month at Kaer Morhen when it happened. He was confident that he could handle whatever punishment he was about to receive and then Vesemir had gone and said those five words before dismissing him.

"I'm really disappointed in you."

That one phrase had cracked through the walls he'd built up during his short life and had settled unpleasantly in his chest. He'd grown used to people being angry at him thanks to his shit-stain of a father, his mother was the only one who'd ever felt fear for him and there had been absolutely none of that since he arrived here and got shoved into a bare dorm room with six other boys. He didn't think he'd ever had anyone express disappointment in him before - at least, not directly. He wasn't sure how to feel about this, which in turn was making him feel angry.

It wasn't his fault! Voltehre had dared him to try and steal something from one of the alchemy labs. If he hadn't done that, Lambert wouldn't have dropped that stupid ceramic bowl. He'd hidden the pieces as best he could, it had only been one of the smaller ones so it had been pretty easy really. Apparently that hadn't been good enough though as he found himself being summoned to Vesemir's office; where he'd resolutely denied all knowledge despite the evidence staring him right in the face from Vesemir's desk.

"What's up with you?" He looked up from where he'd been sat curled in on himself at the top of the stairs to the boys dorms, definitely not sulking. One of the younger, freshly turned Witchers he recognised as Eskel was leaning against the wall, looking down at him.

"Nothin'. Piss off, asshole." Lambert snarled into his knees.

Eskel only laughed, "Big words from such a small mouth. C'mon, either talk or piss off yourself. You're stinking up the hallway with that sad stench."

"M'not sad." Lambert said petulantly.

"Uh huh."

"Stupid Vesemir."

"What'd you do to get a beating from him?"

"Didn't beat me."

Eskel was silent for a minute before dropping down next to Lambert, "Let me guess. He did the 'I'm not angry, I'm disappointed' thing. Fucking hate that."

Lambert's head shot up in surprise. The last thing he'd expected was for the other to agree with him.

"So. What'd you do?" Eskel prompted again.

For some reason, Lambert found himself telling the whole story. How Vesemir had summoned him to his office to ask him about the broken bowl. How Lambert didn't understand why Vesemir was disappointed when he should be angry, right? That was usually what happened when people who weren't his father broke things (that would still be the fault of Lambert or his mother).

"You do know he'd be able to smell that you'd been in there, right?" Eskel asked from where he was leaning back on his elbows.

Lambert froze. He did now!

"He's not disappointed that you broke it, you know how many of those things we have in storage? He's disappointed that you lied about it. He'd have been able to smell that on you too, just so you know."

They sat in silence as Lambert digested this. That still didn't make sense. He still should have gotten a beating for the lying, shouldn't he?

He didn't realise he'd said that last part out loud until Eskel answered, "Honestly, if it had been any of the other Masters, you probably would have. Vesemir's harsh, but he's not the worst one here. Do you understand why you feel guilty now, though?"

Lambert nodded, "So, how do I make it go away?"

Eskel shrugged as he stood up to leave, "Figure that out yourself. I'm not your damn mother."

Lambert flipped him off in response, tapping his feet as Eskel's words called up thoughts of his mother. How she'd sit trying to salvage whatever his father had destroyed the previous night, how she'd smile that sad smile at him when he'd try to help. Hmm, maybe that was an idea? He picked himself up and hurried down the stairs shouting for Eskel. Maybe he'd know where to find what he needed.

Vesemir turned the bowl over in his hand. Calling the repair work amateur would be being generous. Thick lines of glue making the cracks appear large and obvious and giving the rim a slightly uneven quality, the surface was also uneven in some parts where the adhesive had dried in globs and smears, a couple of spots on his desk suggesting it hadn't fully dried when it had been left. Obviously the work of a child, confirmed by the now familiar scent it was covered in. He thought on the dark rings around Lambert's eyes that morning, his shuffling steps and wandering concentration during training. The lad must have been up all night working on this.

Vesemir gave a small chuckle as he placed it on a high shelf. No good for potion work now, but he'd find some use for it.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #witcher lambert #lambert #witcher vesemir #vesemir

[queenxxxsupreme]

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)

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #netflix #witcher #eskel witcher #eskel #geralt witcher #geralt #lambert witcher #lambert the witcher #dad!witchers #dad!geralt #dad!lambert #dad!eskel fluff #witcher fics #witcher fluff #eskel fluff #eskel angst #eskel x reader #and Lambert #lambert angst #lambert x reader #geralt x reader #geralt angst #geralt fluff #queenxxxsupreme

[lyntergalactic]

20 Questions for Writers

i was tagged by the ever lovely @oakashandwillow

1. How many works do you have on AO3? uh... are we counting works i've orphaned over the years? if not, 16 over two accounts.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 41,118

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently, it's all star wars all the time, though there's probably going to be a one piece fic out of me soon. other fandoms i've written for include dragon age, naruto, and stranger things.

the rest of the ?s are under a cut to save space!!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(i promise you that) we're marching on | naruto fic, sakura-centric gen

the long and short of it | witcher fic, geralt/eskel, bonus fiberarts

the unexpected series | stranger things fic, steddie, rule 63!steve with surprise baby

quid pro quo | star wars: the clone wars fic, rex/echo, smut

the will to carry on | stranger things fic, abandoned wip, rule 63!steve

5. Do you respond to comments? i try to! i don't always have the spoons for it tho

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? surprisingly, it's not the fic that's all about grief and recovery. it's a star wars drabble, changing of the guard.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? the joke answer is quid pro quo. (because it's smut.) but most of my endings tend to be content or hopeful if not happy, so this is hard to quantify for me.

8. Do you get hate on fics? not as of yet, but given i write cloneshipping i'm honestly just bracing for it to happen at some point

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? indeed i do. i currently only have one smut thing uploaded, so idk if i can say anything for certain about trends, but given my wips... emotional sex and smut as character studies seem to be my thing.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? nope. not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? nope! thankfully, i've heard horror stories

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i think one that no longer exists was once translated. (i had a sad habit of deleting or orphaning things i was less than pleased with when i was younger. i know better now.)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? ahaha yes but none of it i'm going to mention by name. all my co-written fic happened in middle school with IRL friends.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? i'm a filthy multishipper this question is like asking me which of my hairs i like best

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? oh man. definitely the will to carry on and the couple of stranger things wips in my wip file. not that i don't love the stories anymore, but certain parts of the fandom annoyed me right out of any inspiration or desire to touch anything related to said fandom with a twelve foot pole.

16. What are your writing strengths? i like to think i'm good with characterization and dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? writing anything longer than 3k words max lmao though that has been improving lately and i have high hopes for the sev fic getting finished

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? there... there is a whole can of worms here that this question opens for me and i don't think anyone wants my ramble about dialogue, other languages, conlangs, dialects, and the effects of having been in anime fandom for so long so. this is not getting answered other than with a shrug

(unless someone wants the ramble in which case i will happily oblige)

19. First fandom you wrote for? teen titans cartoon when i was a wee thing. it was a self-insert fic that was less than a page in ms word, single spaced :')

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? this is such a cop-out answer but i genuinely don't think i can pick a favorite. maybe ordinal, just because i'm still super proud of having finished it and what i did with the characterization at missing scenes? but augh i want to put more here too

i'm tagging @bisexualdinahlance, @bilbosmom-belladonna, @cacodaemonia, aaaaand @cabezadeperro but no pressure if you're not game :> and if anyone wants to do it but isn't tagged /points to eyes /points to u

#adventures in fic writing #memery

[witcherrarepaircommentexchange]

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[lambden]

Hey! For the three sentences fics, some platonic/brotherly Eskel and Lambert in a biker au? 😊

The tail end of summer doesn’t quite feel like it’s hit yet. Eskel’s short sleeved shirt ripples in the oncoming wind as he motors down the highway, toeing the speed limit for once. After all, this isn’t his ride— but it drives just like his, thanks to his brother using the same mechanic and most of the same parts. The colour isn’t really Eskel’s thing, but hey, who is he to judge?

A call comes through his Bluetooth system, interrupting the Beach Boys song filtering through his special earplugs. Eskel accepts it without dropping speed, already grinning. Hell, he’s been grinning since he left the restaurant. “Hey, you’ve reached Eskel.”

“When I get through with you, you’re going to be a stain on the pavement, do you fucking know that,” howls the voice on the other end of the receiver. It’s all Eskel can do not to burst out laughing. “This is grand theft auto, you evil cunt— I am calling the fucking cops, and they’re going to take your ass to jail, and I am going to ensure that Vesemir doesn’t bail you out! Do you hear me? You are FUCKED!”

“You were taking too long, I had to head out,” Eskel replies, sweet as pie. “And the shade shifted during our brunch, so my bike was in direct sunlight and yours was nice and cool. I didn’t feel like getting burnt!”

“I am going to burn both you and your fucking jorts on a stake,” seethes Lambert, well past his boiling point. “See if I don’t!” The call clicks off, and while Eskel chuckles, he also keeps checking his rearview for flashing lights. There are no pursuers, and he makes it to his afternoon appointment on time. All in all, he has a lovely morning.

(That evening when he gets home and sees his ride spray painted pink with a number of incriminating accusations scrawled across it, Eskel wonders if maybe he should have sped a little on Lambert’s stupid bike.)

#you know lambert got aiden and jaskier the gruesome twosome to help him spray paint CHEATER all over that ride #eskel fic #lambert fic #eskel #lambert #my writing #drabble meme #asks #karolincki #this was really rly fun to write thank you!!!! #nowhere near three sentences. i’ve given up

[pikapeppa]

Hi! This isn't a request or anything like that, but I just finished the entirety of Chamomile and Gwent and I am filled with warm, happy thoughts about Geralt and his wifey! And I was thinking, since Geralt can't have kids anyway and Reader is also hinted to be unable to have kids, what if a few years later during their travels (maybe they're traveling for the holidays) they pass by a village that has been terrorized by monster attacks (in my head it's a werewolf that's exhibiting bizarre behaviour but that's just me) and as they investigate, they happen upon a baby (in my head it's a little boy) that's barely a year old, face scratched up but otherwise unharmed. Reader insists on caring for it alongside the village's very old midwife-slash-healer while they try to figure out what's happening and why it's happening. The child has been left an orphan because of the most recent attack and the people of the village are either superstitious and think they baby's a demon or they think its cries attracted the monster in the first place so for everyone's safety it needs to go somewhere else where it's safer and ta da! Geralt and Wife™ end up with a baby😂 I don't think I could ever write (and publicly post) this idea so I thought I'd share it with you instead if that's okay with you. At this point I think I'm more in love with the Reader in your story than Geralt LOL and every time she just gives her bleeding heart to anyone who's suffering I give my computer screen heart-eyes haha but I also love the idea of Geralt with a little boy! His relationship with Ciri is so beautiful and heartwarming to me but I can't help imagining him with a boy too! A little Vesemir Jr maybe lol. What do you think about this idea? I hope it's okay that I'm picturing the characters in the way you've written them in my head for this! I hope this made sense since English is not my first language and sometimes I'm not sure how to translate it from my mother language to English.. I've been reading your works on Ao3 much more regularly than looking at your Tumblr account since I don't use this website so I'm not sure I understand how to navigate it in case you have rules or guidelines for this blog. Apologies if I've overstepped!

OKAY THIS IS SO SWEET.

First of all, I'm so thrilled that you enjoyed Chamomile and Gwent, and I genuinely love the idea of people fantasizing about Geralt and Reader's future together and what you think it might look like! The fact that you basically came up with a whole story for how they might pick up a kiddo during their travels? HELLO I'M SO FLATTERED 😭❤🙏

I'll be perfectly honest, I'm not much a kid-fic writer, but this scenario is so sweet that I had to write you a little drabble -- see below the cut!

It’s a peaceful winter morning at Corvo Bianco. You’re warm and cozy in your bed, drifting in and out of a dreamy doze with Geralt’s warm naked chest pressed to your back, when you hear the distinct sound of the front door creaking open.

The sound of the door doesn’t disturb you, though. What disturbs you is the loud and slightly-sarcastic voice that follows. “Yoo-hoo. Honey, we’re home.”

A second, deeper voice follows. “Shut the fuck up, Lambert. They might be sleeping.” 

“Not anymore,” Geralt groans, and you know why he’s disgruntled: the voices in the hall have roused the child who was, until moments ago, sleeping soundly in the cot beside the bed. 

He’s awake now, though — awake and starting to fuss. You throw back the blankets and sit up, but Geralt is quicker than you: the child is already in Geralt’s arms, his whimpering quieted to a happy coo as Geralt bounces him gently and pats his diapered bum. 

“See, there you go,” Geralt murmurs soothingly. “Nothing to fuss about. Not until you see Lambert and Eskel’s ugly mugs, at least.”

You tut playfully at him as you put on your dressing gown. “Don’t tell him that they’re ugly. All three of you are perfectly handsome, scars and all. All four of you, I should say,” you add, and you drop a kiss on the baby’s dark-haired head. 

You reach for the door, but before you can open it, Geralt touches your waist. “Hey,” he says. “Where’s mine?”

“Your what?” you say in surprise. 

“My kiss.”

You shoot him a grin, then pop up on your toes and plant a kiss on his bearded cheek. “Apologies, master witcher. How could I have forgotten?”

He smirks and gives your butt a tiny spank, and you grin cheekily at him before opening the bedroom door. “Welcome home, boys!” you say, and you hurry over to kiss Lambert on the cheek. 

“Hey,” he says, with a pat to your back. “So this is the brat, huh?”

Eskel scoffs. “Real nice, asshole.”

“Eskel, language,” you scold.

He grimaces. “Sorry, sorry. Gonna take some getting used to.”  

You smile and kiss him on the cheek before turning to Geralt. “May I?”

“Sure thing,” Geralt says. “All right, Ves, your mom’s got you now.”

Ves burbles happily and reaches for you, and Eskel raises his eyebrows. “Ves? That’s his name?”

“Yeah,” Geralt says. “Short for Vesemir.”

Lambert scoffs and folds his arms. “You guys are soft.” 

“I think it’s a great name,” Eskel says.

You smile at him, then rub Ves’s back. “These are your uncles, little wolf,” you say softly. “Uncle Esky and Uncle Lamby.”

Geralt chuckles and Eskel grins, but Lambert’s expression is surprisingly serious, and his golden witcher’s eyes are on the baby’s face. He studies Ves’s face for a moment, then sighs and shakes his head. “Damn. He got fucked up good, huh?”

He’s referring to the wicked-looking scars on the right side of Ves’s face — long and ragged scratch marks spanning from his forehead down to his jaw: the souvenirs of a terrible wound took Ves’s right eye, but spared his life. 

Eskel grunts. “Yeah, he’s gonna fit right in with us someday.”

“Yes, he will,” you say firmly. “He’s going to be brave and strong like you boys, and just as handsome as all of you. But hopefully with better manners than some,” you say sweetly to Lambert. 

He smirks. “Ah, fuck off.”

“Language,” Eskel and Geralt say.

You laugh, and Lambert’s smirk widens. He rubs the back of his neck, then gestures to you. “Ah, what the hell. I’ll hold the kid.”

You carefully hand him over to Lambert, who holds him rather awkwardly. Ves giggles and pats his face with enthusiasm, and Lambert wrinkles his nose. “Hey, buddy, watch who you’re throwing hands at.”

“He’s got the right idea, throwing hands at you,” Eskel says with a grin. “Here, hand him over.”

“I just got him,” Lambert complains. “Wait your turn.”

Ves burbles happily and tugs on Lambert’s witcher medal. Eskel edges closer and tickles his chubby neck, making him squeal with laughter, and Geralt sidles closer to you and drapes his arm around your shoulders. “Never thought I’d see these two making a fuss over a baby,” he murmurs. 

You smile and wrap your arms around his waist in a loose embrace. In truth, having a baby wasn’t something you had ever expected, either. But if your life with Geralt has proven anything, it’s that the best things can have a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect them. 

#geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt/reader #geralt x you #geralt/you #geralt x y/n #the witcher #the witcher 3 #tw3 #pikapeppa writes

[dapandapod]

Drabble challenge for @thepassifloradiscord #2! Written between 01-03am. Please dont judge me too hard 😂 it was much fun! Please enjoy!

On A3 here!

Gerlion prison

Geraskier lust

Jaskel hugs

Lambden whump (cw blood)

Geraskier longing

Jaskel dancing

Geraskier heartache

Ciri and Lambert sucker punch practice

Geraskier royalty

Geraskier morning kisses

Geraskier witchering hour

Geraskier cuddles

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