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could-be-gayer · 7 months

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Chaotic Fanfic Recommendation <3

Do you wanna read about a bard with no self preservation skills with a band of emotionally constipated wolf guys? What about platonic relationships that melt you to your absolute core? Screaming at your phone cause God will you please kiss and tell each other your big emotions?

Then I have an amazing fanfic for you, my guy. This "the way in which you talk to me (have me wishing I were gone)" by Livesinbooks. This a story of non-human Jaskier making up with Geralt after you know that and taking him to Kaer Morhen and meeting all the witchers. Then, it builds apon these relationships in stuff a fun way for the characters and the dynamics, my god the dynamics. This is such a fun story that grows and keeps you wanting more. This is about finding love in all its different forms and how to communicate in these relationships. If you have a general understand of The Witcher then you will love this canon divergence. The Geraskier is so yummy, finger licking good yummy. Jaskier is especially is most chaotic and brings everyone down with him and they find out they love his company and want geralt to lock this shit down cause Jaskier is so fluffy and good. With Ciri in this, Jaskier is already making himself #1 dad and Ciri loves it. Then, Yennefer is her badass self. The plot was not put to the side, and it entwines nicely with the characters and helps with the growth of their relationships. It feels like the author loves these characters and wants the best for them, so you. Should. Read. This. Please

Now Bob with the stats:

This fic comes in at 41,950 words with 4 chapters. It has 152 comments with 1,530 kudos. It sits at a nice 284 bookmarks and 16,766 hits

My note on the fic was:

Jaskier, non human being: I will just live my life singing and enjoying nice people

Geralt, a man that hunts non human beings and is not nice: *exists*

Jaskier: look at that the love of my life

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thethumpergod · 7 months

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Vesemir had a friend named Guxart once...

It's been decades since they've last seen each other...

#vesemir #guxart #the witcher #art #artists on tumblr #fanart #cat witchers #wolf witchers

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pherryt · 8 months

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Matter of Convenience

Witchersexual!Jaskier, Incubus!Jaskier Rated: E Pairings: Jaskier/Everyone, Eskel/Geralt, Vesemir/Guxart, Coen/Lambert, Lambert/Aiden, Cedric/Axel, and various permutations between of nearly everyone Finished Wordcount: 78342

Summary: When a Witcher finds Jaskier trying to feed behind the tavern, he thought it was over, finally. His secret was out. But the Witcher surprises him and proposes something completely different, bringing him home to Kaer Morhen instead. Turns out, some of the Witcher mutations leave them in a tight spot of their own. Vesemir proposes to help Jaskier learn about himself so he won’t become a danger to others if he helps them through the winter season. It really works out better than planned.

It's finished posting so I thought I'd put up a fresh, clean post. Plus! I made a Banner! :D

#Witcher #witchersexual!jaskier #incubus #incubus!jaskier #wolf witchers #cat witchers #jaskier/everyone #lambert/coen #lambert/aiden #aiden/coen/lambert #vesemir/guxart #eskel/geralt #matter of convenience #eskel/geralt/jaskier #jaskier/vesemir #axel/cedric

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witchergeraskier · 2 years

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Random hc

The Witcher’s replacing roach whenever he dies without Geralt noticing

Geralt genuinely thinks that the horse he travels with is the same one that he first got all because Vesemir didn’t want to break baby horsegirl Geralts heart

Geralt has no clue how horses live for and so doesn’t even know to be concerned about how roach is still alive

The other wolves compete on who sneak replaces roach the best

Escalating to them just trying to see how oblivious Geralt is

Eskel tried using a deer once

Geralt didnt notice until he tried climbing on

When he realized the deer wasn’t roach he assumed roach was stolen

The next person geralt saw riding a horse was definitely threatened and left without a horse

Lambert definitely painted a donkey because he didn’t have time to get a actual horse

Luckily Geralt didn’t travel much during the 2 days it took Lambert to find a replacement

#witcher eskel #the witcher #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #vesemir #Lambert #eskel #wolf witchers #crack #horsegirl geralt #oblivious geralt #horse girl geralt #roach #roach the horse

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pterodactylterrace · 2 years

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Unqualified

Title: Unqualified

Characters: Eskel, Geralt, Lambert, Vesemir

Chapters: 1/4

Summary: As Witchers, the wolves are accustomed to different challenges that may pop up along the path. They never learned about this. Short drabble length chapters about the wolves aiding in childbirth.

Warnings: Childbirth, gore, cluelessness

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Eskel

Eskel has a reputation for being a solid, reliable Witcher. Eskel is calm, level headed and knows how to keep his cool. No matter the contract, he is a steady, trustworthy, dependable man.

This? This was not a contract. This was not some monster slaying or curse breaking. This was very different. This had Eskel sweating bullets with shaking knees.

Her screaming had been what had alerted him that something was amiss. She had a small hut not far from the town he had just left, trees hiding it from the road. His medallion was still as he approached the hut, one hand moving to the hilt of his steel sword as he slowly swung the door open, another pained cry greeting him.

A woman was by the hearth, bent over as she fought with something.

“My lady? Are you alright?” Eskel asked carefully, golden eyes sweeping around the small cottage for any threats.

“No!” She gasped, straightening up and placing a hand on her lower back, slowly turning to face him. The first thing he noticed was her very pregnant belly. Poor thing looked ready to go any day now. He slowly moved closer, pausing when his boot landed in something wet. Oh… oh no.

“Please.” She gasped, reaching for him with one hand as the other landed on her stomach again. “Please help.”

Eskel finished crossing the room, offering his hands to steady her.

“It’s coming!” She groaned, squeezing his hands tighter than someone her size should be able to.

“Ok… ok… it’s gonna be ok.” Eskel attempted to soothe, carefully lowering her to the floor. If the baby really was coming, it would be better if she wasn’t standing. His first instinct was to look away when she pulled up her skirts, but another pained shriek had his eyes snapping to attention.

That… that wasn’t right. Eskel has seen his fair share of lady parts in his day. Never had he seen an entire person coming out of one. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for her tiny hands twisting in his gambeson, he might have just taken off then and there. However, she had a good hold on him, so he did the only thing he could think of. He reached out toward her nethers, catching the slimy squirming infant as she gave a final push.

Eskel was frozen momentarily, every muscle in his body tense as he stared down at the baby in his hands. The cord. He’s supposed to cut the cord. His eyes follow the cord, still attaching mother and child, his stomach rolling. He would never shake that image out of his head.

“My baby… is my baby ok?”

“You have a daughter.” Eskel informed her gently as he snapped back to reality, holding the child to his chest as he helped the mother lay back. He carefully handed the child over, pulling his knife from his boot and easily slicing through the cord.

This was a story his brothers would never hear about.

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#the witcher #witcher fanfiction #wolf witchers #eskel #lambert #geralt #vesemir

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jay-arts-t · 10 months

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Do y'all think the witchers would have huskies? I wanna say they'd be more likely to have Malamutes or even Norwegian Elkhounds or a mixture of all three. But I cannot get the image of Lambert riling up the huskies into a howling frenzy. Little shit 16 year old Lambert directly after Kaer Morhen falls and Vesemir is like "yeah sure let's get dogs to make sure the boys don't become emotionally detached from themselves too much", carousing the little pack of 2 huskies and a malamute into screaming their heads off in the middle of the woods. Geralt is laying with his head in Eskel's lap glaring at Lambert because 1) yes it's funny but 2) he's trying to sleep for once dammit. Eskel is thinking "man we should get Great Pyrenees like my family used to have" (he does for the safety of the goats and chickens they eventually get). Vesemir is regretting all of his choices as his headache gets worse. But if it makes Lambert happy the three of them are willing to suffer.

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #eskel #lambert #papa vesemir #vesemir #kaer morons #young lambert #doggies :3 #huskies #norweigan elkhound #alaskan malamute #wolf witchers #imagining them all just AWWOOOOOO with the dogs bc why the hell not #geralt and the huskies havkng arguments aka him telling them no and them screaming back at him #ciri is completely perplexed by them being so friendly with the dogs because up until that point she'd thought theyre only gaurd animals #meanwhile Eskel laying on the floor in front of the hearth with 20 dogs laying on him #they absolutely pile into any and all of the beds

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0dde11eth · 11 months

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Ok but the witchers are injected with mutagenic compounds that give them the animal traits of their respective schools

They enjoy the physical aspects, but the emotional, and instinctive ones can make a witchers life much more difficult.

wolf witchers are pack animals. their trainees have a strong desire to follow their instructors around literally like puppies. They want attention, positive feedback, and if they can get it, affection.

now, imagine going down the mountain, and being mistreated by every person you meet. It would be way more painful for them. that desire to connect doesn't go away, every canine you meet wants to get along with strangers, they want to play and gain new friends.

but instead all they recieve is hate, scorn, and abuse.

no wonder geralt was so afraid to trust jaskiers affection. he wants the affection, but is terrified of being abused by his new pack mate, he doesn't know if he can handle another heartbreak

#my nonsense #geralt #cute mutagens #cutagen #cutagens #wolf witchers #the inherent tragedy of witchers #baby witchers

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slumberingcorpse · 1 year

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The Wolf and The Fox

Part 1 “The Fox in the Snow”

Summary: It’s been years since the last witcher has been created. As far as young Geralt and Eskel knew, they are the last students until one winter morning...

It was a perfect day. The sun’s heat embraced you with love, the birds sang sonnets and ballets, and the flowers smelt as sweet as honey. As long as young Geralt could remember, a day like this was like any other day.

“Look, mama! It’s a raven! And that’s a swallow! Oh, look! A lark!” Geralt excitedly pointed out, clutching his mother’s dress.

His mother’s warm hand gently ran through his messy curls, “Very good Geralt, you’ve gotten so smart, dear.”

Geralt beamed, “Smart enough to be a sorcerer like you, mama?”

The young boy could hear his mother choke up, though, that the moment, he didn’t understand why.

“O-of course dear...but first you have to learn your plants. After all, that’s how I make medicine and potions. Want to help me pick some flowers for medicine?” she manages to say.

“I’ll pick all the flowers! So you can make all the potions and medicine and then we can get lots of money and live in a super big house! Maybe we can even have horses!” Geralt squealed.

A sniffle can be heard before he was pulled into his mother’s tight embrace.

“Mama? Why are you crying?”

“N-no reason dear, it’s just the pollen. Even sorceresses get allergies,” she lies before planting a kiss on his forehead.

After a long moment, she finally pulls away to look at her son before pointing towards a clearing in the forest, “There are some dandelions there that I need, could you be a dear and pick some for me?”

Geralt innocently nods and quickly makes his way to the clearing picking as many flowers as he could hold only to slowly notice how cold and dark it was getting.

Carrying his bundle of dandelions, he made his way back to where his mother once was, “Mama, look! I picked lots!” he gleefully reports only to realize that he was all alone. In the forest, surrounded by only trees and darkness.

“Mama?” he calls out as the air howls. His heart pounded as he frantically searched only to be met but two glowing eyes.

The poor boy was paralyzed, all he could do is clutch the wilted bouquet as the huge white wolf emerged from the shadows.

Its paws and jaws were covered in blood, it’s fur was matted and dirty. It was a monster, a monster inching closer and closer.

Geralt opened his mouth to scream but no noise would come out. His knuckles turned white as he clung to the flowers for dear life.

The wolf towered over the small boy and snarled before finally opening his jaw and taking his first bite.

He tried to scream, to cry out, but nothing came out. All he could do is endure as the wolf tore into his flesh and clawed at his bones. All he could do and watch the snow start to fall.

It felt like hours and yet, the wolf was still feeding. Geralt was becoming numb to the pain, only hoping that death would come soon enough. That’s when suddenly a tiny fox pup appears. Its fur was bright red, it looked soft and warm. It seemed to glow among the snow.

Geralt reached out for it. He tried to tell it to run away from the wolf but the fox stayed and watched. He wasn’t sure if the fox was trying to mock him or comfort him. Either way, he felt like screaming.

“Geralt!”

“Geralt! Wake up!”

Suddenly, Geralt was whole again. No wolf, no fox, snow, or forest. He was instead he was covered in cold sweat in an old shabby candlelit room in his bed with his closest friend and brother, Eskel, looking down at him with his all too familiar worried look.

He couldn’t breathe, it felt like his heart was going to pop, and all he can hear was his blood rushing through his veins.

Eskel frowns and places his hand over Geralt’s chest, “Focus and breathe.” he says. After a moment, Geralt does as told taking a few deep breaths as he focused on the pressure being applied to his chest.

Slowly, Eskel pulls his hand away before sitting at the edge of the bed, “You were screaming...did you have that nightmare again?”

There was no point in denying it, Eskel already knew him too well, “Y-yeah...t-they keep getting worse...” he answers honestly.

Eskel’s frown deepens, “Maybe we should tell one of the priestesses? Maybe they can ask Melitele to stop them.”

Geralt scoffs and gets up from bed, “Doubt any gods could help. A bath might help though.”

“Yeah, well that’ll have to wait til morning, it’s the middle of the night.”

“So?” He asks walking over to the water basin at the end of their room.

“So, you should get back to sleep. The last thing I want is to deal with you sleeping while I do all the yard work.”

Geralt rolls his eyes before splashing his face with water, “It was only one time. I’m not tired anyway...”

“That’s no excuse, you know what Vesemir says, ‘A tired witcher is a dead one.’” Eskel lectures handing him a dry towel.

The image of the wolf flashes in his mind, even now he can feel its fangs gnawing on his ribs, “D-does it matter? We’re going to die anyway...didn’t Vesemir also say ‘no witcher dies of old age’?” he argues taking the towel.

It was Eskel’s turn to roll his eyes as he suddenly grabs Geralt’s wrist and leads him toward his bed near the window.

“Eskel, what are you-”

“It’s the middle of the night, I’m tired and you’re sulking. Looks like I have no choice other than to sleep with you, baby brother.”

“Baby? We’re the same age,” Geralt growls but still follows him.

“And yet you still act like you aren’t,” Eskel teases as he lays back down pulling the smaller wolf with him.

Geralt knew there was no use in trying to escape. They might be the same age but Eskel was still twice his size. Vesemir says that he was just a late bloomer, a part of him hopes that’s the truth. But for now, he tries to make himself comfortable laying on the edge of the bed.

Slowly, he closes his eyes only for Eskel to pull him into a tight hug.

“Eskel!” he growls

“The bed is too small, you’ll fall off. What? Are you too old to get a hug from your big brother?” Eskel teases.

“Yes! Now let go! You whoreson!” Geralt snarls trying his best to shove him away to no avail.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Do you want me to sing you a lullaby to help you sleep?”

“I’ll rip your throat out if you try.”

Eskel chuckles but doesn’t let go, “You know I’ll always be by your side right? Even on the path or six feet under I’ll always be there.” he says with a sudden and yet soft tone.

Geralt stops fussing and sighs, “I know...”

“So then stop sulking and sleep. I’ll make sure to keep any nightmares away.” Eskel smiles giving him a gentle squeeze.

With that, Geralt slowly closed his eyes.

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The morning was cold and unwelcoming. Even with the mutations, the young witchers had to wear their furs to withstand the freezing temperature around the temple.

Snow crunched underneath the boys’ feet as they worked around the temple’s farm.

“He’s late,” Geralt comments brushing down his horse’s black mane.

“Vesemir? Yeah, he is. Normally he picks us up before the first snow fall.” Eskel replays feeding his horse a few sugar cubes he may or may not have stolen from the kitchen.

“And yet it’s been three weeks from then.”

Eskel shrugs, “Maybe he got lost in some brothel.”

“I’m being serious, Eskel,” Geralt huffs.

“I am too,” Eskel smirks.

“What if he’s dead? What will happen to us?”

Eskel’s gaze softens, “He’s fine Geralt. We would’ve been told something if he was killed.”

Geralt doesn’t respond and just went back to brushing.

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The sun had set some time ago and yet Geralt couldn’t sleep, instead, he managed to convince Eskel to do some rounds of Gwent.

“So how many times do I have to tell you before you finally get it? Vesemir is fine. He’s probably just doing a last-minute contract. Maybe he stopped by a bakery and bought us some sweets,” Eskel tries to comfort as he places down one of his archers.

“Or he’s dead,” Geralt says bluntly placing down a scorch card.

“Tch, bastard,” Eskel curses before placing down another card, “What makes you so sure? I heard Vesemir is over 100 years old. Witchers don’t grow that old without being good at their jobs.”

“The older the witcher, the slower they get,” Geralt refutes before hearing a knock on the door.

Quickly, the two boys scramble to hide their cards before replaying with, “Come in.”

The door slowly opens as one of the priestesses walks in, “Oh good, you boys are still awake. Vesemir is here. Make sure to take all of your stuff before leaving.” she says before bowing her head and leaving.

“What is that saying again? Oh right, I told you so,” Eskel grins.

Geralt rolls his eyes and elbows him in the side before picking up his bags, “Race you downstairs.”

Unable to refuse a challenge, Eskel immediately bolts out the door followed by his brother. Even with their heavy bags, they ran like wolves through the temple till reaching their goal.

As usual, Eskel arrives first, smirking proudly at his achievement.

“You cheated. I didn’t say go yet.” Geralt huffs.

“Always the sore loser.” Eskel chuckles before suddenly stopping, staring at Vesemir with wide eyes.

Confused, Geralt follows his gaze landing on a small red-headed boy standing next to Vesemir.

“Boys, this is Lambert. If he survives the trials, he’ll be your brother in arms. Even so, on our journey back to Kear Morhen, protect him and treat him as if he’s already one of our own,” Vesemir states placing his hand over the small boy’s shoulder.

And just like that, there were three...

Next Part ->

A/N: Well this is my first attempt in a full witcher fanfic. It’s probably very different from many other fanfics but I love to focus on the brotherly aspects of the wolfs. My hopes are to make this a fluff series with some action and suspense, maybe some angst, but overall try to post a story about three brothers. Can’t promise I’ll update consistently but I’ll try my best. I hope at least one of you can enjoy it.

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#witcher fandom #the witcher books #the witcher fanfiction #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #witcher eskel #witcher vesemir #witcher lambert #fluff #kear morons #wolf witchers #my writing #the pups being brothers #part 1 of many #the witcher #the witcher netflix

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