#eskel is a good boyfriend

[kiradotexe]

just ranted to my partner for like 30 minutes about the flaws of netflix w*tcher (both animated movie and series)

i made the mistake of watching both last night and needed to yell about it

#mixed feelings about the nightmare of the wolf movie #i cant see fuckboi anime vesemir as young vesemir but im also not super familiar with that part of the story so i cant be too harsh #and i'll always have mixed feelings about the series because there ARE good parts but holy hell are there bad parts #will never forgive what they did to eskel #and even worse the real life behind the scene shit that made cavill leave #very grateful to my loving and patient boyfriend for sitting through that

[shy-urban-hobbit]

"Usual rules of 21 apply. You go bust, you have to either take a shot or do a dare." Jaskier stated for the benefit of everyone sat at the table.

"What are you, 12?" Lambert sneered as Jaskier dealt everyone in.

"Some of us would like to able to eat this month. Last time I played you guys for cash, you cleared me out."

"Not our fault you're a shit player. Besides, we gave it you back."

Jaskier heard Aiden mutter "How generous of you." From next to him and he felt his heart sink a little.

He so wanted his best friend and his boyfriends family to get along. He already knew Geralt and Aiden got along fine and Eskel was his friendly self after his usual shyness at meeting someone one new, always self conscious of his scars. Lambert and Aiden though seemed to be a no go. Jaskier was hoping they'd warm up to each other but three social meet ups later and they'd yet to say two words to each other that weren't sarcastic (Aiden) or borderline insulting (Lambert).

Things started off fairly tame, with most people opting to do shots first (bar Lambert, who was tonights designated driver for those who wanted a ride later and was playing with soda instead). However, a couple of hours and a good amount of Dutch courage later, the dares had started. Ranging from downing a shot glass of extra strength hot sauce that had Eskel making a desperate grab for the milk to Geralt doing a lap of the garden naked, much to the delight of a tipsy Jaskier. Lambert was incredibly happy for the potential blackmail material he was collecting. A still relatively sober Aiden laughed from where he was nursing his own drink, feeling relatively smug at having only suffered half as many losing hands as the others.

"Ok. Final hand, then I'm calling it a night." Eskel slurred from where he was swaying dangerously in his seat.

"Hmmm." Geralt agreed from where he was slumped against Jaskier, the brunette grinning like a madman as he sat twirling a small paper cocktail umbrella in his fingers (because of course he had cocktail umbrellas in his house).

"Ok, ok, ok." Jaskier stated, slamming the umbrella down and holding a finger up imperially, "Dare this time iiiiiiiissss....loser has to kiss Lambert!"

The table erupted.

"Why the fuck am I the dare?!'

"Eeeew!"

"Don't care if he's adopted. I'm not kissing my brother, Jask."

"I never said you had to kiss him on the mouth, you perv!" Jaskier sniffed "And it's only if you lose!"

The others all looked to Lambert, who was also the designated dealer at this point, "Fucking fine. Let's get this over with."

Aiden stared at his cards in disbelief, ignoring the wolf whistles and cheers, "You're fucking kidding me."

23. Bust.

"Oh, get over yourself." Lambert snarled back.

"You guys don't - don't have to.' Eskel managed to get out, looking between them like he was expecting a fight to break out.

Aiden shrugged and downed the rest of his whiskey, "Dare's a dare. Just make it quick."

"Not going to be a problem."

"Wait, wait!" Jaskier called, grinning impishly, "New rule. Aiden's not related, he does have to kiss on the mouth!"

"Jaskier." Lambert let a warning growl slip into the word but didn't get any further as a pair of lips pressed against his then swiftly retreated.

"There. Done." Aiden said fishing his phone out of his pocket, "I'm calling a cab."

"You're over on Beech, right?" Lambert asked.

Aiden nodded.

"I'll drive you. It's on my way home anyway."

"You don't have to."

Lambert jangled his keys, "Designated driver. Remember?"

"Still. Thanks."

Both of them tried to ignore the way Jaskier was excitedly jabbing Geralt in the ribs with his elbow.

"Esk, you coming?" Lambert received no reply from his brother who, it turns out, had wandered over to the couch at some point in the last few minutes and passed out.

"Let him crash here." Geralt muttered, "Won't wake him now."

"Jaskier, I'll see you Monday." Aiden said, giving his friend a tight squeeze and Geralt a couple of solid back pats before looking back at Lambert, "Ready when you are."

The door to his flat hadn't even clicked shut before Lambert was kissing Aiden soundly. The other man humming into it happily.

"Fuck me, that was torture." Lambert said, making his way into the kitchenette and grabbing two beers from the fridge handing one to Aiden before flopping down onto the couch. Aiden hummed in agreement, taking a swig as he leaned over the back of the couch, wrapping an arm around Lambert and resting his chin on his shoulder. Watching as the other pulled up the next episode of the series they'd started binging.

"You know we're going to have to tell them eventually, right?"

"I know." Lambert butted his head against Aiden's affectionately, "I just..."

"Just?" Aiden prompted, taking another mouthful of beer while Lambert got his thoughts in order.

"I'm not embarrassed or anything. Everyone in my family is already up in each others business and you were already friends with Jaskier. I just - I just want it to stay like this for a little longer. Just us two, nobody else."

Aiden pressed a kiss to Lambert's cheek, "I get that."

"Plus you do realise Jaskier will be even more insufferable when we do? He'll say it was down to that little stunt of his tonight."

"Eh. If he can remember it, let him have it. I know I'd prefer it to the true story of how we met getting out." Aiden said with a laugh as he released Lambert and vaulted over the couch, landing next to him with far more grace than a man clutching an almost full beer bottle should possess before placing it on the coffee table.

"Ugh. I think that's the first time I've cheated to lose! I feel dirty."

"Yeah?" Lambert gave a grin as he moved until Aiden was laid out on the couch underneath him. The others hands already sneaking up the back of his shirt, "How dirty, exactly?"

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert #secret relationship

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

23 geraskier? feel better soon! <3

23. Covering them with a blanket when they’ve fallen asleep on the couch

Geralt knows that he doesn’t need to bother with stealth as he lets himself in through the front door of his and Jaskier’s townhouse. His boyfriend can sleep through just about anything, especially when he’s been spending lots of late nights working on his and Priscilla’s next album. Geralt could probably fight a kikimore in the foyer and Jaskier would be snoring away happily upstairs.

Except as Geralt shucks off his boots and his armor—Jaskier gets grumpy if he tracks gore on the Metinnan rugs—he realizes that the snoring that echoes through the house isn’t coming from upstairs. Geralt peers into the living room to see Jaskier sprawled across the couch, his head tilted back and his mouth open. The TV is on, playing a rerun of an old sitcom, and there’s an untouched mug of coffee cooling on the end table.

Geralt’s lips twitch into a fond little smile. Tonight’s hunt for a leshen had the potential to be a nasty one—and would have been, if Eskel hadn’t been able to come with him as backup. Jaskier must have been worried if he attempted to wait up for Geralt’s return. He never stood a chance of staying awake, not after two late nights at the studio with Priscilla in a row, but it makes Geralt feel warm inside that he even tried.

Geralt crosses to the couch, bending to brush a kiss across Jaskier’s forehead. Jaskier responds by snoring loudly right in his face and snuggling back into the couch. There’s no point disturbing him now, not when he looks so ridiculous and adorable with his mouth hanging open and his face slack in sleep. Geralt will wake him in a bit, after he’s washed the mud and blood out of his hair and had something to eat.

He snags the quilt that Jaskier’s mother gave them as a housewarming present when they bought the townhouse, tucking it around Jaskier. The quilt is the same blue as Jaskier’s eyes, embroidered with little yellow buttercups. His boyfriend makes a contented noise, eyelashes fluttering, but doesn’t wake. Geralt smooths his hair out of his face, smiling when Jaskier lets out another snort, and starts to head upstairs to shower.

“Geralt?”

Geralt pauses on the stairs and turns to find blue eyes peering up at him.

“You’re back.” Jaskier smiles sleepily. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“That’s because you were asleep.”

“Asleep? No, I waited up for you. I even made coffee to stay awake. See?” He gestures to the mug, eyes already fluttering shut again. “Good hunt?”

“Good enough.” Geralt can hear the fondness in his voice. “Go back to sleep.”

“Told you, I wasn’t asleep. I always wait up for my witcher.” He snuggles deeper into the quilt. 

“Sure you do, Jask,” Geralt says softly, but his boyfriend is already snoring again, cocooned happily in the buttercup quilt.

Tag list: @kueble @mollymawkwrites @feral-jaskier @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @dawnofbards @thisislisa @tsukiwolf42 @mosaicscale @rockysstupidity @fontegagrilledcheese @kuripon @help-i-need-a-cool-username @julek @flowercrown-bard @eveljerome

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt/jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #ghost's writing #prompt fills

[geraskierbrainrot]

This is a collection of fics where misunderstandings make for a big, if not the main, part of the plot

Lovely to Love by @snowkatze | T | 2k

When Jaskier flinches away from him, Geralt knows something has changed. That Jaskier must have finally realized that Geralt is someone to be afraid of. If Geralt weren't so selfish, he would leave, but now he tells himself – just a little bit longer.

Should Have Known by poselikeateam | T | 4k

Jaskier didn't mean to keep it a secret. He thought they talked about it, albeit not in so many words. So when he finds out that Geralt still, after all these years, doesn't know he's a Higher Vampire? Well. He doesn't really know what to do with that.

Turn That Whiskey into Rain by @rhubarbdreams | E | 4k

Geralt mistakes Jaskier for a, ahem, lady of the night, and Jaskier goes with it. As you do. "I don't require a whore." Funny thing is, Jaskier wasn't about to offer. He means to convey words to that effect to settle the matter and dispel any potential future misunderstandings, but finds himself saying instead, "Why not?"

To hold, to keep by @goofgoofdildo | M | 5k

Geralt thinks Jaskier finds him repulsive, Jaskier thinks Geralt doesn't like his touch. This is wrong and they are about to find out.

born to blossom (bloom to perish) by MissDinahDarling | E | 6k

Jaskier thinks he has a pretty simple relationship with sex. Until he begins sleeping with Geralt. Until he begins falling for Geralt. Until. Geralt says the wrong name in bed.

That's My Boyfriend by @lurikko | M | 6k

Geralt thinks Jaskier is his boyfriend. Jaskier doesn't know how and when that happened.

shifts by @okaybutfandomthoughts | T | 7k

Of the all of the things Geralt expected to find when he got home, a deeply asleep seal on his couch was not one of them. He bends to set his workbag on the ground, not taking his eyes off of the animal as he does so. After a twelve-hour shift handling the chaos that happens every autumn as creatures migrate and prepare to hibernate for the winter, he has half a mind to simply turn around and walk away. Eskel has a comfortable couch; Geralt could simply sleep at his place and leave the seal to his own devices. It’s been a long day, does it really need to be longer? Roach murrow-ing at him with great offense from her place at the top of the stairs tells him that yes, it does. His cat is clearly not going to deal with their intruder. (Geralt arrives home one day to find that a selkie has broken into his house) (as you do)

when life gives you lemons by @shanastoryteller | Not Rated | 7k

The only good thing about Oxenfurt is the brothels. ~ Geralt thinks Jaskier is a whore, but really he's just an opportunist.

brambleborn by @purpurred| M | 12k

Instead of walking away on the mountain, Jaskier stands his ground, accidentally revealing his true identity as a Changeling in the process. Geralt takes it rather well, and as they continue to travel together, Jaskier lets down his guard, happy that he can now be himself. Only Geralt didn't actually catch Jaskier's slip. Confusion, obliviousness, and idiocy ensues.

long have i loved thee by Shinybug | E | 21k

He hears Geralt leave without a word, the door closing gently behind him. Jaskier wraps his hand around the smooth wood of the nearest bed post and rests his forehead against it. He doesn’t know why he agreed to come here, or why Geralt had asked in the first place. ~*~ Jaskier's first winter at Kaer Morhen gets off to a rocky start in more ways than one. Healing from an injury, he is tasked with fixing the neglected library, which is a good distraction from his hidden longing for Geralt. Add some major misunderstandings, some hard choices, a healthy dose of pining all around, and a song, and you have a winter's tale of love in all its forms.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me a Match by @dancinglassie | T | 24k

The last thing Vesemir expected when he broke his hip (caused by slipping in his kitchen, of all things) was to meet the future love of Geralt’s life. Now all he had to do was subtly convince Geralt and Jaskier of the fact.

Show love to all these authors by leaving kudos and comments, and happy reading!

#geraskier #geralt/jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic recs

[flowercrown-bard]

How about 30 for Jaskel? 💚

thank you, dear <3

30. ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

“Remind me again,” Jaskier said, as he scooted up in bed and leaned his head against Eskel’s shoulder. It was broad as ever, maybe a little bit softer than it used to be, when they had first met. Retirement had done him good. Both of them had gotten softer and Eskel had grown to love each and every line appearing on Jaskier’s face. They had gotten deeper more quickly than Eskel would have thought they would, but Jaskier smoothed his worries away by claiming it was because he smiled so often. So Eskel made it his life’s mission to make sure Jaskier had reason to smile as much as humanly possible. At the moment, said reason came in the form of looking at the old sketches Lambert had drawn of them so many winters ago. He always kept them in the drawer next to their bed. The sketch he was holding right now showed Jaskier and him at Kaer Morhen, with Eskel’s head pillowed on Jaskier’s lap, while the bard combed his fingers through Eskel’s hair and was clearly so contend that he hadn’t even noticed Lambert taking out his pencils. 

A nudge against Eskel’s side brought him back to the here and now. 

“Sorry, what?” he asked a little sheepishly. 

Jaskier rolled his eyes fondly. Somehow age had made them even more blue, something Eskel would have never thought possible. But then again, Jaskier had proven that he was able to do the impossible, when he had fallen in love with him.

“Remind me,” Jaskier said, “where I put my glasses.”

“Oh.” Eskel looked around the cosy little cottage. The evening light falling through the window caught on the metal frame of the glasses, lying at the far end of the room. Jaskier had taken them off, when they had laid down for a nap that had turned into an extended cuddle-session. 

“They’re over there.” Eskel nodded towards the glasses. “Should I…?” 

He already made to get up, but Jaskier guffawed in protest and practically flung himself over Eskel’s chest. 

“Don’t you dare!” He clung to Eskel even tighter. “I don’t want to miss my pillow for even a second.”

Eskel huffed in amusement. He felt the scars pull on his smile, making it even wider. Even so, it was never wide enough to do justice to all the happiness Jaskier made him feel. 

“Is that all you’d miss if I were to leave?”

“Obviously not.” Jaskier stretched until he could kiss Eskel’s cheek. “But if I were to list all the things I love about you, we’d still be here in ten years.”

“I wouldn’t mind another ten years with you,” Eskel said softly. His hand not holding the sketch went to Jaskier’s head, cradling it gently. 

“Yeah.” Jaskier sighed. “Me neither.” There was a brief pause, in which Jaskier’s hand wandered to Eskel’s heart, feeling it’s thumping. Even after all this time, Jaskier’s proximity was enough to speed it up to an almost human rhythm. He certainly never felt more human than when he was with Jaskier. 

“I guess,” Jaskier said eventually. “If I can’t see what’s on the sketch, you’ll just have to describe it to me.”

Eskel’s brows rose. “You just want to hear me get all sappy again.” “I can’t help it.” Jaskier shrugged, not denying a single thing. “I love the way your voice goes all soft and happy when you talk about us.”

A warm that by now was as familiar to Eskel as an old friend, filled his chest.

“Alright then.” He tilted the paper, to see it better. He took a moment to figure out where to begin. He tapped on one of the figures. “This is me,” he said. “And this -” His finger wandered to Jaskier and he trailed off again. How should he describe it? Back when the drawing had been made, Jaskier hadn’t been his husband yet. Not even his partner, but calling him his friend didn’t seem like enough. His eyes wandered from the picture to Jaskier, who was looking right at him, with so much tenderness that it made his heart skip a beat. “And this,” he started again. He let go of the sketch and gently took hold of Jaskier’s chin, tilting it up so he could press a kiss against his lips. “This is my happiness.”

#old jaskier #because i can never get enough of that #thank you for the ask! #ficlet #fic #witcher #the witcher #eskel #jaskier #jaskel #my writing

[karolincki]

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.

————

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.

————

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.

————

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.

#the witcher #geraskier #cutagens #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #aiden #lambert x aiden #eskel #vesemir #fluff #humor #karo writes

[inexplicifics]

oh, those domestic prompts are so sweet! if you like, 12 for awau geralt/eskel/jaskier, or 27 for lambert/milena? love your work!!

Lambert takes a deep breath. He can do this. He’s quite literally faced down an angry bear, he can manage dinner with his girlfriend’s family.

Even if they are a bunch of stuck-up assholes who wouldn’t spit on him if he was on fire.

One dinner. Milena promised. One dinner and then never again. She just needs to make it clear to them that she’s made her choice and they can’t change her mind.

Normally, Lambert couldn’t give two shits what he looks like, really. He wears shitkicker boots and his battered old leather jacket that he stole from Eskel and clothes that can stand up to dirt and motor oil and nastier things. He cleans up when he takes Milena out, yeah, he’ll wear a nicer shirt and some jeans without holes in them, but he doesn’t usually bother with any vanity besides making sure the lines of his beard could be used as straight-edges, and that’s mostly because he kind of likes looking enough like a devil to make people do double-takes and make signs against evil when he glares at them.

But tonight’s important to Milena, so it’s important to him, and so he has put on the nicest shirt he has - one Milena got him, naturally - and an actual pair of slacks, and borrowed a pair of nice loafers from Jaskier, who said he could keep them on account of them not being flashy enough for the singer’s taste, and now he’s jittering in the front hallway, feeling far more nervous than a dinner ought to warrant.

Even a dinner with a bunch of stuck-up rich assholes who think he’s the sort of shit they’d scrape off their shoes. How a sweetheart like Milena came out of her cesspit of a family, Lambert does not fucking know.

Milena comes down the stairs, and Lambert loses his breath, the same way he does every time he sees her. She’s wearing a blue dress that he bought her, with a skirt that swishes around her ankles, and a sapphire necklace and earrings to match, and she’s put her hair up in an elaborate crown braid studded with silver-and-sapphire hairpins. Her cheeks are painted with a delicate blush, and there’s eyeliner making her dark eyes look even larger and a bright red stain to her lips. Her fingernails are painted as blue as her dress, with silver tips. Her shoes are delicate, spindly things, with heels tall enough that Lambert’s always worried she’ll fall right off of them.

She looks much too good for him.

But she smiles when she sees him, and comes right over to go up on her toes and kiss him softly, bracing herself with one delicate hand on his chest. “You look very fancy, my love,” she says, settling back on her heels and looking him up and down.

“It’s alright?” Lambert asks nervously.

“It’s perfect,” Milena assures him, even as she reaches up to adjust his collar a little and pluck a bit of fluff from his sleeve. “Do a little turn for me?”

Lambert turns in a slow circle, letting her smooth his shirt down in the back and pick another bit of fluff from his trousers.

“There,” she says warmly as he finishes his twirl. “You look entirely ready to face down my horrid parents.” She gives him a rueful look. “I must admit I vastly prefer your usual aesthetic, but my father would be dreadful about it, and I’d prefer you not to punch him before the first course.”

Lambert grins down at her. “That mean I’m allowed to punch him after the first course, darlin’?”

Milena’s lips twist in a little moue of half-amused dismay. “Don’t tempt me, my love.”

“I think tempting you is in fact my duty as your boyfriend,” Lambert teases, and catches one of her hands, lifting it to his lips and kissing the knuckles softly. “Could tempt you to stay right here and let me mess up your pretty dress if you like.”

“Dreadful,” Milena laughs, and bats at him with her free hand, whacking his shoulder gently enough that he can barely feel it. “If we get through this dinner without any punching, my love, then you may make an absolute ruin of my pretty dress if that’s what you want. I will appreciate the distraction!”

Lambert snickers. “I’ll take you up on that,” he agrees.

“Do I look well?” Milena asks, taking her hand back and doing her own slow spin.

“Absolutely perfect,” Lambert says, with a sort of raw honesty only Milena ever draws from him. Milena blushes, the pink of it visible even beneath her makeup.

“Thank you,” she says, and tucks her hand into the crook of his elbow. “Let us go and discombobulate my family.”

“They’re not gonna know what hit ‘em,” Lambert says, and ushers her out the door.

#questions answered #domestic asks

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

[kingeomer]

Now You’re In The World

Geralt/Jaskier / rated teen / 1,849 words / ao3.

inspired by this tweet, which grabbed ahold of me right after christmas and wouldn’t let go until i wrote some new years fluff. i’m super proud of this one, i’m not gonna lie.

“Merry Christmas from the Pankratz family! Julian couldn’t join us this year so it’s just the two of us again, and the dog, of course. May your holiday be filled with the warmth of your loved ones by your side! — Alf and Jules xx”

 The picture on Jaskier’s Facebook feed had caught his attention first; his mum and dad sat by the fireplace back at Lettenhove Hall, logs burning in the hearth. The family dog was at their feet, and hanging from the festively trimmed mantelpiece were three red stockings, each with a name embroidered in white thread below the fluffy white trim. 

 Julia, Alfred, and Jasper.

 They could’ve at least pretended there was a place for their son in the family home by hanging a stocking for him.

 Geralt lifted his head when he heard a weary sigh from the other side of the room, looking away from the lunch he’d been preparing to where his boyfriend sat at the kitchen counter, phone in hand as his coffee sat neglected. 

 “What is it now?” he asked, wiping his hands on a tea towel as he padded across the kitchen, leaning against the counter across from the musician. 

 Jaskier let out another sigh, putting down his phone to slide it across the surface to Geralt, showing him his mother’s oh so perfect Christmas morning without her failure of a son present to ruin things. 

 “Ah,” Geralt responded, swiping up on the screen to close the cursed app for Jaskier, saving him from looking at the offending picture and caption much longer. 

 “It’s fine,” Jaskier said, aiming for noncommittal but knowing he’d missed the mark by miles. Geralt sighed quietly, moving around the counter to wrap an arm around his boyfriend, holding him close and kissing the warm spot behind his ear that always made the brunet shudder. 

 “It is fine, because we’re gonna have a great holiday,” Geralt told him firmly, his large palm resting against Jaskier’s chest pressing against him, right over his steadily beating heart. Jaskier grinned to himself then, turning slightly on the stool to look up at the love of his life fondly. 

 “We are, aren’t we?” He leaned up for a kiss then, capturing warm, plush lips with his own and shuddering as strong arms enveloped him, Geralt stepping closer into the gap between his thighs and crowding him against the counter as his tongue slipped past Jaskier’s lips. 

 Yeah, they’d have a fine holiday without the judgement of the Pankratzes, thank you. 

 ——————————

 A week feels like no time at all when you’re having the time of your life. 

 Geralt and Jaskier were at Geralt’s family home just like every year, in the company of his two dads and his three brothers, ex wife and her new wife and their adopted daughter. Lambert had brought a guest this time, a “friend from work” called Aiden. Jaskier immediately bonded with the other outsider, welcoming him into the fold alongside himself and Triss.

 Geralt, as the eldest of the brood, would pretend like he was somehow above his two younger brothers and their shenanigans. Jaskier knew better, having seen -year after year- endless drinking games, dick punches, unplanned wrestling matches, and various other stupid feats of physical endurance that usually ended with Jaskier kissing Geralt’s bruises and rubbing his aching joints on an evening. He’d had no doubts that this year would be much of the same. 

 The week between the two holidays was spent eating too much good food, like always. Eskel and Ciri had spent hours in the kitchen, and having roped in Aiden this year, there were cakes, fresh bread, and elaborate meals aplenty. There’d been too many drinks, too, with Jaskier curled up in Geralt’s lap, drinking a glass of wine which kept mysteriously being topped up while Geralt sipped at a glass of scotch.

 When New Year’s Eve did roll around, Jaskier couldn’t help but feel a little miserable. Another year unwanted, he found himself thinking as he scrolled Facebook again, speeding past bullshit updates from his family, not caring to see their annual ball, the pretentious bullshit, and some horribly passive comments about Julian not being present. 

 He was torn out of his thoughts by Ciri, the preteen throwing spindly arms around his waist and beaming up at him with the full power of the sun. God, he loved this family. He ruffled his as-good-as stepdaughter’s hair before he wrapped his arms around her, hoisting her up the couple of inches he could manage and making her shriek with laughter. 

 He would not let his parents ruin his time, he wouldn’t. 

 Later, with the party in full swing and a few too many glasses of what Vesemir had dubbed White Gull, a horrifyingly strong mix of just about every bottle in his liquor cabinet that the Rivias all swore blindly was a punch, Jaskier was content. Content, but… Well. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret, like he was missing something by not being at that stupid snooty fucking ball.

 “What’s up?” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts as Lambert flopped down next to him, his red curls bouncing. Jaskier sighed, looking down at the empty glass in his hands before glancing up at his friend, a surprising amount of sincerity in the man’s eyes. 

 “‘S just this time of year,” he answered with a tiny shrug, biting his lip nervously. Lambert nodded at his side, and Jaskier almost jumped when a large hand landed on his knee, patting him gently, comfortingly.

 “Family can fucking suck, mate. Especially the Pankratzes.” Lambert’s voice had a definite teasing lilt to it, and a quick glance at the redhead’s face revealed a playful smirk. Jaskier huffed a laugh in response, aiming his elbow for Lambert’s ribs and laughing harder when he made contact, knocking a winded sound from him.

 “I’m a Pankratz, numb nuts!” But Jaskier was still laughing, a warm feeling bubbling through him. He hadn’t ever really felt a sense of family, not since he was a kid, but here with Geralt and his ridiculous family, he felt like he had somewhere he could belong.

 “Whatever you say…” Lambert responded, bumping his shoulder into Jaskier’s with a little smirk before he got to his feet again. He reached a hand out and ruffled the brunet’s hair, cackling and walking away as his hand was slapped, Jaskier smiling to himself as he tried to straighten it back out.

 The night went on as expected, with Ciri on a sugar high charging round the house and Eskel holding an ice pack to a bruise blooming on his jawbone after a stray hit from one of his brothers. Jaskier had lost track of Geralt at some point, but he’d popped back up at around eleven thirty, an arm wrapped around his boyfriend’s narrow waist and chin resting on his shoulder.

 “Come here often, handsome?” Geralt joked, the smile on his face audible. Jaskier laughed brightly, patting Geralt’s hand with his own and turning his head to kiss him sweetly, lips lingering for a moment. The two men stayed like that for a long moment, swaying slightly to music.

 “Hey,” Geralt’s voice was soft, close enough to Jaskier’s ears to make him shiver, and his arm tightened around the brunet’s narrow waist briefly. Jaskier hummed in response, inhaling his boyfriend’s warm scent before blinking blue eyes open slowly. He hummed in response, frowning softly when Geralt’s arm dropped away only to snatch up his hand, tugging to pull Jaskier around to face him.

 “What is it, love?” Jaskier asked, a slight uneasy feeling bubbling up in his stomach. He watched as Geralt swallowed and licked his lips, honey warm eyes flickering from Jaskier’s eyes to his lips, down to their joined hands and back up again. He let out a huffed breath before chuckling to himself, a sure sign to Jaskier that he was nervous.

 “I uh. I’ve been doing some thinking…” the silver-haired man started, giving Jaskier’s hands a soft squeeze as he bit down on his lower lip, tongue flicking out to wet plush pink lips before he continued. “About family, and what it means. Who family are.”

 Jaskier nodded, confusion no doubt writ across his face, but he smiled all the same, encouraging Geralt to continue. He wasn’t always the best with his words, so he’d tread as carefully as he could.

 “You’re family, Jaskier. My family.” Oh. Jaskier nodded softly, his eyes prickling with tears he would not shed. He watched Geralt inhale deeply before he spoke again, the bigger man’s eyes uncharacteristically wet.

 “Julian Rivia has a nice ring to it, right?” Geralt was clearly aiming for casual, but the slight waver in his voice gave away his nerves.

 Jaskier was stunned. Was Geralt saying what he thought he was?

 “Marry me, Jask.”

 Jaskier couldn’t speak. The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them, the feeling of Geralt’s large hands holding his, the warmth of his breath on Jaskier’s skin as he waited for a response, bottom lip pulled between his teeth to worry at the thin skin. 

 He nodded first, his mouth hanging open slightly. As Jaskier squeezed Geralt’s hands back, though, he found his voice.

 “Yes! Yes, of course!” Jaskier could feel his eyes prickling with tears as he let go of his boyfriend’s— no, his fiancé’s hands so he could throw his arms around his neck, clinging onto the other man like his life depended on it. Face buried in Geralt’s neck, Jaskier didn’t notice when the whole of his— their family turned their eyes on them, but the loud cheer from Coen was impossible to ignore.

 Lifting his head with a wet laugh, Jaskier wiped the tears from his eyes before leaning up to capture Geralt’s lips with his own for a deep kiss, tongue teasing at the spot Geralt had kept biting down on before sweeping into his fiancé’s mouth. A wolf whistle had them both laughing, Geralt resting his forehead against his as he smiled.

 “He said yes!” Geralt called over his shoulder to another round of cheers. The wind was suddenly knocked out of Geralt from behind as Ciri barrelled into her dad, clinging to him excitedly. She was followed by Vesemir and Filavandrel , the two men smiling proudly.

 “Welcome to the family, son.” Vesemir’s voice was a warm, rumbling thing, his eyes and his smile kind and inviting. A large hand clapped Jaskier’s shoulder before he was wrapped up in the old man’s arms, and truly, Jaskier had never felt more like he belonged.

 The sound of fireworks outside interrupted them, Vesemir letting go of Jaskier with a fond smile and stepping away, taking his own husband’s hand and leading their family to the open patio doors.

 “Happy New Year, Geralt,” Jaskier’s voice was slightly shaky still, too many emotions running through him. Geralt didn’t seem to mind, though, instead giving the brunet another soft kiss, large hands stroking down his back to his waist, holding him close as fireworks lit up the sky.

tagging @jaskierswolf, @kueble, @thepassifloradiscord on request :3

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #fanfiction #fluff #manda writes

[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.”

#eskel fanfiction #eskel x reader #modern au #eskel my beloved #eskel fluff

[thethumpergod]

Quotes from my fanfic!

"There was a time when Ciri and he [Lambert] went to the park, trying to catch a duck. To his shock, the kid did it. She wanted to keep it, and Yen wanted to murder Lambert. Good times. "

"AIDEN: I'll see you later.

He [Aiden] stops himself from adding a winky face at the end. Or, more accurately, Gaetan wouldn’t stop laughing until he did. "

"Drink some more water in the morning, and only take pain pills when you're sober," Aiden says as he pulls the covers over him.

“Gods, are you going to give me a goodnight kiss next?”

"Perhaps next time," Aiden says dryly. “Good night, Lamb.”

“Mhn! Don’t call me that," Lambert says with a loud groan, rolling away from his neighbor. Being both drunk and full, Lambert found sleep quickly.  "

“You're not talking about porking your neighbor, right?” Gaetan says behind him: He crashes into the seat on the left of Aiden, folding his legs. He couldn't sit in a chair to save his life. "I'd rather not lose my appetite ahead of time."

"How was I?” Jaskier asked, conquering Geralt’s other side. He leaves a few kisses on the side of his face as he makes room for his guitar.

“Good,” the master of words says, turning to kiss Jaskier on the lips.

“Maybe you could take off your shirt this time to get bigger tips,” Eskel jokes.

“I got kicked out of a set once for doing that,” Jaskier replies, sipping the beer his boyfriend got him earlier.

“Shocker,” Geralt grumbled, noticeably smiling into his drink. "

"I... I don't want to fuck up things with Aiden but... you know firsthand that I’m a pain in the ass."

"You are a pain in the ass, but I care for you all the same." Vesemir never gave up on him, no matter how much hell he raised. Even Lambert's real father didn't ever give him that kindness. "

"Spanking?" He can hear her [Yen] holding back a laugh at the idea. Yen clears her throat. “Uh-huh? I'm surprised he hasn't hog-tied you yet.” She gets her resolve back.

Lambert mentally lists a string of insults he has planned for her. "

"Lamb... What are you saying?"

"I don't know, but... I can't handle this... I can't handle disappointing anyone anymore..." They stare at each other as Aiden looks mortified. "I think we should take a break..."

"What does that mean?"

"I...don't know. I just want a break."

Aiden's eyes trace along the lining of the wood on the table. "Okay... Just remember, I'm across the hall if you need me." Aiden got up and then headed to the door. He looks back once before leaving. "

“I’m starting to think you're only here for the cooking,” Aiden snorts, watching Lambert’s mouth water.

“Nah, your ass is nice too.”

“Thank you for being here..."

“That’s what a good boyfriend is supposed to do. Hell, that’s what a good friend is supposed to do.” Aiden breathes into his neck, watching his breath turn into a burst of smoke in the cold.

“Still, thank you." Lambert’s voice was small, far too small. "

#the witcher #fanart #lambert #aiden x lambert #aiden the witcher #gaetan the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskel #eskel #fanfic #fanfiction

[exitpursuedbyasloth]

(So I originally wrote the following in a reply to the post screencaped above. I wanted to reblog this as the S3B is premiering in a couple days and I have major concerns over this potential plot direction. However OP blocked me for my reply and I can’t, however they’re my words so I will repost them as I see fit. Including the original post for context only, and I added some additional clarifying comments.)

…that would be pretty terrible, ngl.

Canon Radovid (in the games, he’s like 12 at the end of the books, although his future turn is hinted at) turns genocidal towards sorceresses and other non-humans both for political power, but also because of the festering resentment of the abuse, manipulations, and wrongs he sees him and father suffer at the hands of the sorceress Phillipa and Dijkstra, including his father’s assassination by an elf at the behest of Phillipa. Phillipa controls him throughout his teenage years. That hate festers in him for years until he grows up, and instead of simply getting revenge on those who personally harmed him and his family, he decides the only way to rule was with an iron fist, and turned that fist against all sorceresses, witches, magic-users and non-humans (both because he hates/fears them, but also for political gain, as these things tend to go). He encourages the non-human hate, uses humans superior numbers to overwhelm and destroy groups of non-humans and magic users. He’s relatively militarily adept too. He made sure of that, because he wanted revenge against Phillipa even as a boy. I don’t think the show would abandon everything that makes Radovid Radovid (but then again, Eskel...), I don’t think he’s just going to be Some Guy. So his sadistic bigotry towards and genocide against all non-humans and (most) human magic-users will come into play at some point. And if it does, his relationship with Jaskier will HAVE to factor in somehow, that’s unavoidable at this point. But should this theory OP mentions come to pass (and there is a good chance it might, I have been concerned about this since it the news leaked of who Jaskier would be paired up with), that would mean the show made a conscious choice to have adult Radovid turn villain…cause his boyfriend dumped him? His boyfriend of like a couple months chose his family of 20+ years over him, and that was enough to make him lose it and just start stabbing everything? Or cause he was angry that Jaskier was using him as a shield because Phillipa was threatening him? And Radovid, a grown ass man, cannot handle this? This would put a homosexual relationship at the core of a xenophobic campaign of witch-burning, be the catalyst of it. And they would put that on Jaskier’s shoulders? Because he dumped Radovid?

Why? What does this do but add cheap angst where it wasn’t needed? There is no need to A.) Start Radovid’s xenophobic hate campaign 15 years early (they have so many world-spanning plots they already can’t write well, why add more?), and B.) connect it directly to someone in the main core cast by having them be the inciting incident for Radovid. That’s unnecessary, that doesn’t offer any narrative improvement to the story at all (FFS, the world is bigger than Geralt, Yenn, Ciri, and Jaskier). And is this the reason Jaskier is now canonically bisexual? Was that the only reason they did that, just to make him the casus belli of a genocide? That really would not be the kind of queer rep anyone should praise, and by god, does it feels downright spiteful.

And to be clear, I don’t think every queer story has to be all sunshine and happiness or perfectly positive (something I’ve been accused of when criticizing questionable writing of gay/bi characters in the past). But there is a vast ocean of difference between “Sunshine and perfection” and “Hey! Let’s change this catalyst for this genocide from ‘Paranoid Fascist takes what should have been a beef between him and like 5 people, and turns it into a full scale witch-burning industry and non-human genocide, for both political gain and cause he’s a paranoid xenophobic fascist’ to 'gay prince super bummed his boyfriend dumped him’, and let’s make sure we wait to show the boyfriend as canonically bisexual until the last possible second, just so people wonder if that’s the only reason we even bothered ”. A vast fucking ocean.

I’m fine with adaptational changes that add to or improve the canon material, or are just different but stand strongly on their own. But this? Would be a terrible miserable hateful idea, and is just cheap writing for forced angst (and I honestly would not put it past the Witcher writers, which is the worst part).

How is this good? How would this an improvement? What does this add? How does this stand on it’s own? Why would they take a bloody campaign of witch-burning and genocide that had a believable catalyst already, and retcon it happening because of The Gays? Cause a dude dumped another dude? If they did this, the writers would have to consciously make the choice to change the catalyst of the genocide to ‘a gay guy was like super bummed that his boyfriend left him for a Witcher’. Do y'all see what that looks like?

#The Witcher #Jaskier #Radovid #The Witcher Netflix #The Witcher S3 #brand new kinds of homophobia #if they plan to keep Radovid to his canon route why change his personality and mannerisms so much?? #[I mean I think I know why...] #[But that's another kettle of fish and another post entirely] #Honestly this is one of the worst choices the writers could have made #which is why I think they'll make it #Jaskier/Radovid #Jaskier/Radovid critical

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Hello! Can I request 24 and 26 for the prompt! Geraskier, please. Hope you feel better soon!

24. Going grocery shopping together

26. Encouraging them to finally buy that thing they definitely deserve to treat themselves to

“Oh good, Frosted Charms are on sale!” Jaskier picks up two boxes of the sugary, brightly colored cereal and tosses them into the cart.

Geralt sighs. “No, they’re not. One box is four crowns. The sign only says they’re two for eight crowns so you think you’re getting a deal.”

“Huh.” Jaskier takes a second look at the sign, sees that his boyfriend is right, and shrugs. “Oh, well, nothing stopping me from getting three boxes, is there?” He grabs a third box, grinning at Geralt. “What’s next on the list?”

“Since when are we following the list?”

Jaskier looks at the cart, which is surprisingly full, given that they only walked into the store to grab a few quick things. “Okay, I’ll follow the list perfectly from here on out.”

Geralt snorts. “Next is bread. You specify in parentheses that you want ‘the good shit.’”

“That’s because I’m making garlic bread to go with dinner. You need decent bread for that.”

“What’s dinner?”

“No idea! Maybe more garlic bread?”

Geralt sighs heavily, but his lips curl up at the corners as he steers the cart around and heads towards the bakery. He doesn’t say a word when Jaskier adds a family-sized pack of peanut butter cups to the cart, because all that witcher training has given him a keen sense for how to spot a losing battle. Jaskier hums to himself as they make their way through the bakery, selecting the most promising-looking loaf of bread before moving on. When he turns around, he finds Geralt eyeing the display of cakes, his gaze lingering on the carrot cake.

Jaskier loathes carrot cake with the burning fire of a thousand hells, especially when it has walnuts and raisins in it, as this one appears to, but Geralt is inexplicably fond of it. But Geralt is looking at the cake with the same wistfulness with which he used to look at Jaskier before they finally got their shit together, so Jaskier will endure the presence of raisins and walnuts in his home if it will make the man he loves happy. He leans around Geralt to snag the carrot cake and place it in the cart.

When he looks up at Geralt, he finds his boyfriend frowning down at him. “You hate carrot cake,” Geralt says.

“I do, as does everyone whose taste buds haven’t been ruined by drinking Lambert’s White Gull. What’s next?”

Geralt doesn’t look at the list, still watching Jaskier in faint bafflement. “Did you mean to get the chocolate mousse cake?”

“No.” Jaskier wonders if it would be overkill to buy two cakes, because that chocolate mousse cake does look good. “You like carrot cake and you were eyeing that cake like it was your long lost love.”

“I don’t need it.” Geralt picks the cake back up.

Jaskier puts a hand on his forearm. “Yes, but do you want it?”

Geralt just blinks at him. The thing about Geralt is that even though he thinks nothing of making sure all the people he loves—Jaskier, Ciri, Yennefer, his brothers, Roach—are happy and comfortable, he rarely extends that same care to himself. When Jaskier met him, the man didn’t even have a boxspring, just a mattress that sat in the middle of his bedroom floor. The most luxurious furnishing in his apartment was Roach’s memory foam cat bed. 

He’s come a long way since then, but sometimes they still run into these moments where Geralt doesn't see the point of treating himself softly. Everything must have a utilitarian purpose. Clothes are for covering his body, not to look or feel good in. Food is to keep him alive, not to enjoy. Sometimes, Jaskier thinks he would have made an excellent medieval monk. He used to think it was a witcher thing, until he met Eskel and Lambert, who have no problem treating themselves to the small luxuries. It seems to be a Geralt thing.

“Darling.” Gently, Jaskier takes the carrot cake out of his hands. “Look in the cart.”

Geralt glances down at the cart. “Okay?”

“How many of those things in there do we need?” When Geralt keeps looking puzzled, Jaskier continues. “I’m fully aware that three boxes of Frosted Charms, peanut butter cups, and garlic bread for dinner aren’t necessities in life, but I’ve had a long week and they make me happy. Just like the nice bottle of wine I’m going to go pick up next will make me happy. Do you begrudge me those little things?”

“No,” Geralt says. “Though Frosted Charms taste like stale piss.”

“Don’t distract me by slandering Frosted Charms.” Jaskier taps him on the nose. “Sometimes, you’re allowed to get things just because you like them, not because they serve a purpose. Look at Roach!”

That earns him an incredulous look. “What about Roach?”

“You got a cat because you wanted a cat to keep you company! She’s not a horse, so you can’t ride her. She’s not a dog, so she can’t guard the house. She’s not a goat that provides milk or a chicken that lays eggs. You got her because you love her and she makes you happy.”

“Are you comparing our cat to a carrot cake?”

Jaskier feels like he’s losing the thread here. “All I’m saying is that carrot cakes aren’t something we need, but you deserve to treat yourself once in a while. Even if your version of treating yourself is disappointment in cake form.”

“You just don’t like it because it has vegetables in it.”

“And I stand by it! Cake should not have vegetables. It’s an insult to Melitele, Lebioda, and also me.”

“Hm.” Geralt’s lips twitched. “If I buy the carrot cake, can we keep shopping? They close in four hours and I’d like to be home by then.”

Jaskier makes a face at him and puts the cake back in the cart. “Come on, what’s next on the list?”

“Meatballs,” Geralt says. “Because I’m not just having garlic bread for dinner, Jask. We’re not twenty anymore.”

“I can live with meatballs,” Jaskier says, looking forward to an evening of meatball-related innuendos that will horrify his boyfriend, but also get him laid, because Geralt secretly likes it when Jaskier is obnoxious.

They start away from the bakery section, Jaskier casting a longing glance over his shoulder at the vastly superior cakes they’re leaving behind.

Geralt stops in his tracks. “You want the chocolate mousse cake, don’t you?”

“Yes, but don’t you think two cakes is a bit ridiculous?”

“Since when does something being ridiculous stop you?”

Geralt knows Jaskier far too well. Dropping a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek, Jaskier goes back to fetch the chocolate mousse cake. After all, it’s not enough to tell Geralt he should treat himself. It’s only right that Jaskier leads by example.

Also, he just really wants cake.

Domestic/Situation Relationship Prompts

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[parkkrys]

Late night softness (Jaskel)

Short snippet I did for my friends on the Feral Bards server. All grammar mistakes are my own, hope you like :) (Also this is game canon Eskel)

Also posted on A03 here

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When they had first met, Jaskier thought he would never be lucky enough to have someone like Eskel to be his partner. The man is the definition of a gentle giant and Jaskier wanted to climb him like a damn tree much to Geralt’s dismay. 

“You weren’t supposed to meet Eskel, Jask,” Geralt had complained and Jaskier had been hurt as he looked at Geralt. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Geralt had stopped and Jaskier could see he was internally panicking and the only thought that crossed his mind was ‘Good let him panic the bastard’. Geralt only dropped it after that knowing that he had made his best friend hurt. 

Even if it had been years later, now with Eskel and him having been in a relationship for years it still bugged him that Geralt never gave him an answer that day. He never told Eskel of what happened, even after them being together for three years, instead he just simply focused on Eskel and just shoved it to the back of his mind. 

It was just moments like these where it was late at night and he was home alone curled up on the couch waiting for his boyfriend to come home. It was these moments where the thoughts would creep up on him and he always hated it. Jaskier only sighed as he stretched out to lay across on the couch that they had bought together a couple of years ago. It was actually the first thing they ever bought together and the thought of it always made his heart flutter wildly. 

God, even three years later and he felt like a high school boy with his first crush. 

When he had gotten a call from his boyfriend a couple hours ago with Eskel sheepishly telling him he would be a couple hours late, Jaskier had accepted it with good grace. Why kick up a fuss? It wasn’t Esekl’s fault that Vesemir wanted him to stay a couple hours late on the farm to take care of the animals, and who was he to prevent Eskel from his beloved animals? 

He always felt guilty for dragging Eskel away from the country where he loved being. Even if it was Eskel’s idea to move in with Jaskier in the city so Jaskier could keep going to school to become a professor. Even if Vesemir hired Eskel to help around the farm Jaskier still couldn’t stop feeling the guilt eat away at him every time. 

Even if Eskel always kisses the guilt away he still couldn’t help it. But he was too selfish to let Eskel go so he had accepted his fate to live with the guilt. Jaskier hummed as he listened to the tv run in the background, his eyes drooping as he settled farther into the couch. He wasn’t going to fall asleep, he refused to, he was just going to let his eyes rest for a bit is all. 

It had only felt like a few minutes that he closed his eyes when he opened them again but he knew it had been hours. The apartment was quiet, dark,  the tv was turned off and he groaned as he snuggled deeper into the warm body behind him. 

Wait. That wasn’t right. 

Jaskier hummed as he took notice of the blanket wrapped around him, an arm thrown around his waist holding him close and Jaskier sighed as he soaked up Eskel’s warmth. He didn’t even hear him come in. 

“Esk?” He whispered after a bit only to have Eskel hum before falling back to sleep and he couldn’t stop the smile on his face. This huge man was so bloody adorable. 

“Esk.” 

“Hmm what?” 

Jaskier shivered at the roughness of his lover’s voice, and Eskel only hummed again as he nosed the skin behind his ear. 

“Baby, we should go to bed. It’s more comfortable.” 

“Here’s fine,” Eskel hummed and Jaskier huffed in laughter. 

“You won’t say that in the morning love, trust me, it’s more comfortable in bed,” Jaskier tried to coax but the arm around his waist only pulled him tighter to the big lug behind him. 

“Don’t wanna get up.” 

“If you get up I can make your favourite breakfast in the morning.” 

“The one where it’s the only thing you don’t burn?” Eskel asked and Jaskier huffed in mock offense. 

“Good sir how dare, see if I cook it for you now.” 

Eskel only chuckled, his voice much deeper since he is now slowly starting to wake up before he placed a kiss on the back of his neck before he was sitting up, dragging Jaskier with him and Jaskier squeaked a little before Eskel’s lips were on his for a sleepy kiss. 

“Sorry my little bird, but I have seen you burn water.” 

“That was one time!” 

“One time is enough,” Eskel teased before he was up on his feet, Jaskier still in his arms. 

Jaskier only wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, kissing his jawline in thanks as Eskel only hummed in contentment, walking them to their shared bedroom. This show of strength usually never failed to get Jaskier going, but it wasn’t needed for this moment, this was soft and Jaskier certainly wasn’t going to ruin it. 

“Is everything okay at the farm?” Jaskier softly asked as Eskel placed him gently onto the bed before he was crawling under the sheets. 

“Yeah, Lil Bleater decided to run off so we had to find her.” 

“That trouble maker I swear,” Jaskier teased as he himself crawled under the sheets, curling up so his head rested on Eskel’s shoulder, a leg thrown over top of his. 

“Pretty sure she learned her dramatics from you.” 

“Excuse you!” Jaskier gasped as he wiggled and Eskel grumbled as he tried to pin him down, “Just for that I am going to teach her to eat your favourtie scarf.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“Watch me oh lover of mine, you started this war, I am going to end it,” Jaskier declared before Eskel just rolled on top of him, his head on Jaskier’s chest to stop him from moving. 

“Go to sleep Jaskier,” Eskel only told him and Jaskier huffed as he ran his hand through Eskel’s hair, his fingers mapping out whatever skin he could find. 

“How am I supposed to? I’m too busy planning my vengeance.” 

“Then I call a truce,” Eskel grumbled as he kissed the bottom of Jaskier’s chin, “Now will you go to sleep?” 

Jaskier only sighed, “If I must.” 

“Yes, you must,” Eskel teased before they both chuckled, “Love you songbird.” 

Jaskier wanted to fly every time Eskel said those words, “Love you too.” 

There was silence after that and Jaskier could only smile when Eskel started to slowly snore. He loved this man with every fiber of his being and he could never come to regret it. He only yawned before he allowed himself to fall asleep, another day awaited them anyway. 

#jaskel #jaskier x eskel #parkkrys writes #game!eskel #fluff #softness #the witcher

[thepassifloradiscord]

MerMay Event

Here is the roundup post for the Passiflora Discord's MerMay Challenge. Thanks to everyone who participated!

A Reverie Endeavor by Althe_a: Lambert is convinced Aiden can't swim and is determined to help.

Kelp Forests and Trinkets by @dapandapod: As per usual, Jaskier bursts into the room, telling Geralt about his day, arms waving and fins swirling with expression. Sometimes, Geralt feels like he could watch him speak forever. "What's that?" Jaskier interrupts himself, mid story, finally picking up on what Geralt is hiding in his hands. Geralt feels his face heat up, and he offers up the little treasure to Jaskier with an open palm. "Found this when patrolling," Geralt mumbles. "Thought you might like it." Jaskier's smile is blinding. He picks it up, the very tips of his fingers brushing against Geralt's palm. There is no reason for that to send a shiver through him, down to his tail fin, but it does.

Gift by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie: Geralt knew the sea would present him with a gift. A treasure from its bottomless depths. But he’d been expecting bountiful gold coins and pearls. Not a living creature. 

Essi Daven by @flawney

Graskier art (for A Little More) by @flawney

The Little Manmer by @jaskiersvalley with art by myr73k: As far as curses went, not only was the one cast on Emhyr undignified, it was also most annoying. Every night he turned into half man, half fish. If only the idiot wizard could have got it right and made the bottom half the fish.

A Mer Thing by @kueble: Jaskier is touch-starved and Eskel helps him out.

A Little More by @kueble: Mer!Jaskier needs to mate and Geralt is very willing. 

Falling to You by @softdarlingjaskier: Perhaps, given that Jaskier walked all night instead of sleeping, it was unavoidable that his body would choose for him. He nods off, just slightly; his chin tips down toward his chest and his shoulders lose their tension, subsequently resulting in a loosened grip on his lute. There’s one thick moment where he enjoys the lapse, his body heavy and it feels good to give in. As soon as realizes what’s happening, however, he jerks himself up straight, flailing to keep his body from collapsing forward and into the ocean.And it’s exactly that which is his literal downfall.or, mer!Geralt saves Jaskier from drowning.

Jaskier stumbling on mer!Lambert art by @spacecores

Underwater Love by Taender_kisses: Geralt wants to bathe with his boyfriend, but Jaskier has a secret to confess.

#the passiflora discord #mermay #look at all this talent #everyone did an amazing job #recs list

[beth--b]

calm throughout his melodrama

this is a follow up to my fic 'rest my head against your shoulder' which is on ao3 here

It had been a week since Geralt got home from his hunt and Jaskier had taken an impromptu visit to the hospital. 

Jaskier loved Geralt, he truly did. 

He loved Geralt doting on him, loved spending time with him. 

What he did not love however was the part where Geralt was treating him as though he might break.

It has been a week, he still wasn’t completely well, he could admit to that easily enough. It wasn’t normal for him to be ready to fall asleep by 8pm and out of breath just from walking from one end of their house to the other. He knew all of this, and could understand that Geralt went on a hunt and came back to find Jaskier ill enough that he had needed a hospital visit. But he also really wanted Geralt to treat him like he normally would. 

The entire week Geralt had been the model boyfriend. If Jaskier wanted a cup of tea to soothe his sore throat, Geralt already had the kettle on and ready. If Jaskier needed a nap, Geralt would have his favourite blanket ready for him on the couch if he was too tired to go to the bedroom. 

Jaskier knew Geralt loved him, but he was never normally so…attentive. 

He was a terrible person. That was all there was for it. Why else would be wishing that Geralt would snark at him over his choice in television show, or insult him about something ridiculous, though it was always said in a way that Jaskier knew Geralt meant no true harm. 

In truth Jaskier was bored.

read it on ao3 here

He had never been more grateful when Geralt had to go out to answer a call. It was local, so despite his protests that Eskel or Lambert could handle it Jaskier had just about kicked him out of the house to take the job.

The only problem with Geralt being out was that now he was both bored and alone. He had thought he wanted to be alone, at least until he actually was.

"Alright Jaskier, you wanted this, now you just need to make yourself enjoy it."

He decided that after a week of feeling like crap that a nice, long, steamy shower was in order as his first step. Then he would hopefully be feeling well enough to play his guitar, maybe do a little

composing. Geralt had made him spend the week without his guitar, lest he overdo it and have another asthma attack.

He took his time in the shower, letting the steam help clear his airways. After a good twenty minutes he reluctantly shut the water off and got out of the shower.  He dried off and pulled on a clean pair of plaid pyjama pants and a worn black shirt that belonged to Geralt. 

Head and chest feeling better than they had in days he retrieved his guitar from it's case and settled on the floor in front of the lounge. After making sure the instrument was in tune he began to work through some basic chords. 

Before long Jaskier found himself lost in his music, only becoming aware that he had been playing far too long when he began to cough and quickly found himself scrambling to his feet in search of his ventolin.

In his hurry to stand he felt his right knee twist painfully, distracted as he was by the painful coughing fit he simply hobbled to the bedroom to retrieve the much needed medication.

Once he had his breathing under control he went to stand back up, only to quickly fall back onto the bed at the pain in his knee. 

"Shit," he yelped. Taking a deep breath he rolled up his pyjama pants to take a look at his leg. After some painful probing, he came to the conclusion that his knee was likely sprained.  At least it was nothing some ice and rest wouldn't solve.

Of course that was when he got a text from Geralt saying the hunt was done and he would be back within the next 20 minutes.

Now how on earth was he going to explain this?

Torn between staying out to save himself pain and getting up to put his guitar away, Jaskier wasted half of the time he had working out a plan. Of course said plan went out the window when he heard Geralt pull into the driveway.

"Fucking shit," Jaskier muttered, pushing himself up to standing, gasping as he put weight on his injured leg. Looking at the offending appendage he noted it had started to swell.  He knew he couldn't hide this from Geralt but regardless, he limped as quickly as he could back to the lounge room and tried to put his guitar back in its case. 

Of course Geralt opened the door right as Jaskier was struggling to put the guitar case away while also trying not to put any weight on his injured leg, a painful sounding wheeze coming from him with each breath.

"What the fuck?" Geralt asked, brow furrowed in confusion. "Jask, I thought you were going to rest a little longer before playing?" Geralt broached the distance between them in a few short strides and took the guitar from Jaskier's hands.

Relieved of his instrument Jaskier found himself adjusting his stance automatically only to give a muffled cry of pain as the movement jostled his knee.

Geralt put the guitar case out of the way in one corner of the room, returning to Jaskier's side quickly, looking him over for whatever was causing his lover pain.

"What happened? Are you hurt? Do you need ventolin?"

Jaskier shook his head and leaned into Geralt’s chest, strong arms wrapping around him instinctively. 

"I fucked up. Can we sit?" Jaskier said, nodding towards the couch.

Geralt helped the brunette the couch, helping him lower down slowly until he was sitting comfortably. Geralt moved away long enough to take off his boots and jacket before sitting beside Jaskier and waiting for him to speak.

"I may have ah…decided to play for a while. Nothing too crazy and no singing. But well, you know me, I ended up playing longer than intended! had a coughing fit. I tried to get to my puffer but I hurt my knee, pretty sure it's sprained…" he trailed off, sniffling a little and rubbing a hand across his eyes.

"Oh Jask, how about I get you an ice pack and a cup of tea for your throat? Maybe some ibuprofen?" Geralt asked as he checked over Jaskiers now swollen knee.

"But you just got back from a hunt, are you alright dear heart?"

Geralt nodded, features softening as his ill and hurting lover tried to look after him, "I am fine, hardly broke a sweat." 

Jaskier hesitated, studying Geralt for any hint of a lie. Finally satisfied that Geralt really was fine he nodded. "Yes please, that would be wonderful."

Geralt dropped a kiss to the brunette's forehead before standing and heading to the kitchen.

While Geralt was gone Jaskier put the TV on and brought up an episode of a show they'd been working through while Jaskier was sick. He sat back and turned so he was leaning against the arm of the chair, his aching leg stretched out before him, and got comfortable while waiting for Geralt to return. 

Before long Geralt was back with a mug of tea in one hand and an ice pack in the other. He gave Jaskier the tea before placing the ice pack on his swollen knee. With hands now free Geralt returned to the kitchen returning moments later with water and two ibuprofen in his hand, Jaskier gratefully downed the pills and water before handing the glass back. Geralt put the glass on the floor beside the lounge and Jaskier lifted his outstretched leg so Geralt could sit down.

When both men were settled on the lounge, Jaskier's legs on Geralt’s lap and Geralt's hand entwined with Jaskier's, the show was turned on and the pair let themselves relax.

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