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happy holidays!! my @thewitchersecretsanta gift for @lohrendrell - royalty AU geralt/eskel :’) i hope you like it!!!

What if things would have worked out with Deidre? What if Eskel had claimed her straight away and brought her back to Kaer Morhen to raise her? No Black Sun curse nonsense. No mages trying to kill her. No heartbreak. Nothing like that. Could you imagine Eskel being a father? Having a healthy, loving relationship with his daughter?

I absolutely think he’d be a great father. I see post all around saying how polite, loose and fun Eskel seems to be, books and games included. I think he’d make a great dad.

I also believe somewhere deep inside him, he still wants to be. It’s tiny now, not so much of a desire as before but I bet he thinks about what it would’ve been like.

He sees Geralt with Ciri and he’s just filled with this warmth after being cold for a long time. Maybe Geralt would go to him on nights he’s really scared, or he doesn’t know what to do, Eskel knows what that feels like, listens to him, holds him and tells him that the more time passes, the less scary it seems.

Geralt’s favourite place to kiss Eskel is on the back of the neck. It’s a vulnerable spot that no one else gets to touch, always covered by the collar of his gambeson or his thick mop of hair. Gentle, pale lips touch bronze skin whenever Eskel’s bent over a task, focused and distant. Geralt takes a deep breath of warm scent; clean sweat, woodsmoke, leather and something deeper. Eskel.  

 It’s easy to get Eskel to tilt into it; Geralt cradles his broad jaw in the palm of his hand, thumb stroking over the rough ridges of his scars. He noses black hair aside, and kisses slowly, passionately, until Eskel melts against him with a contented rumble, amber eyes lidded. His skin prickles with delight, and Geralt can feel the soft sighs of bliss puff over his fingers.

 It’s their secret. A phrase in the private language they’ve shared for decades. Yet another way to say, “I love you.”

😌 💕 i feel so loved, thank youu

and might I say, you have a Very Big Brain

also 👉👈 Im sorry for the weird ask format bc uh somehow I deleted the original draft but was able to screenshot the ask bc.. long story, ANYWAYS

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A/N: this will be slightly divergent from my previous baby!Lamb fics. (But only because I briefly mentioned Geralt in my last one)

A/N 2.0: im gonna start doing page breaks for my fics bc it’ll be easier organization

• General

• Fluff

• Lambert, Eskel, and Geralt

• Wolf Pup Shenanigans

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*Geralt throwing paper napkins at Jaskier*

*Jaskier prepares to throw one back but stops*

Jaskier: I was brought up properly, YOU were dragged

JSHDJDHJDHDJDBDJDN HE’S NOT WRONG, THO??? LIKE, WHERE DID VESEMIR GO WRONG WITH HIM??? I GENUINELY CAN’T BELIEVE THAT ESKEL AND GERALT WERE RAISED BY THE SAME PERSON.

Geralt and Jaskier share a bed so often, nearly every time they stay the night in a town somewhere and it started as something practical but now?

Jaskier will curl into him in the night and he’ll say it’s because “it’s cold in here and the sheets are laughably thin”

Geralt will wrap an arm around him and he’ll say it’s because “you fell off the bed that one time in faelwin and complained about it for days”

They’ll face eachother, only illuminated by the dim moonlight coming in the windows and just talk to eachother, about strange monsters Geralts fought, about Jaskiers time spent on the coast, and they’ll laugh about some of their adventures and they’ll revel in knowing eachother.

Jaskier will say “I’m glad fate brought us together” and Geralt will respond with an amused huff and pull him in closer saying, “destiny owed me this one, I think”

I’m working on a longer fic at the moment but I needed a break so here’s some soft comfort

summary: Eskel and Geralt discover that Lambert likes to wear dresses, modern au

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All the brothers had keys to each other’s apartments. It was common practice to pop over every so often to share a beer, buy takeout, and watch shitty B movies, especially when one of them was having a bad day. That was how Geralt and Eskel found themselves at Lambert’s door. Aiden’s car was missing; he was probably still at work which meant that Lambert was home alone, probably sulking. The garage, more specifically his manager, had been a right asshole all week but today’s behavior led to the brothers getting an angry text that just read “I’M QUITTING” before Lambert stopped answering his phone. They knew he wouldn’t quit; he loved the garage, loved his customers, and he had a soft spot for it since it was where he first met Aiden when the man had crashed his bike and needed repairs. Lambert wouldn’t leave, but he would be in a foul mood all night if they let him to it. Of course it was time to intervene.

Eskel unlocked the door and they let themselves in. They’d brought beer for Eskel and Lambert, rum for Geralt (who was famously quoted as saying beer tasted like “feet” when he was drunk, something they never let him live down). Geralt had a variety of Lambert’s favorite chinese food with him, and as they set everything down on the coffee table they heard scurrying from the bathroom. Like someone frantically running from one room to the next.

“Lambert? Get your ass out here, we’re having fun tonight!” Geralt called. The man emerged a moment later wrapped in a robe. 

“Why are you wearing Aiden’s robe?” Eskel questioned. 

“Cold,” Lambert sniffed. Both men arched an eyebrow at him; while it was true that Lambert always seemed to have trouble keeping himself warm, it was a blisteringly hot day and his AC was, for the third time that summer, broken. 

“Suuuure,” Geralt clicked his tongue. “Whatcha wearing under that robe?”

“Nothing!” Lambert almost looked angry, but they knew him well enough to see the embarrassment barely hidden beneath the surface. 

“C’mon Lambert, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Lambert seemed to consider that for a moment, hands twitching around the waist of the robe. “Okay…but if you laugh I swear to fuck I will end you both!”

His brothers nodded, and a second later Lambert dropped the robe dramatically to the ground, with more confidence than he seemed to be feeling. If they were expecting something ridiculous, they were only mildly disappointed to find that that wasn’t the case. Lambert stood before them in a mid-thigh length dress, black lace overlapping creamy satin fabric. The dress was form-fitting, scope-necked, and the slightly looser sleeves fell off his shoulders, softening the muscles there. 

“It was a joke,” he said quickly. “Aiden wanted to film one of those ridiculous tik-tack thingies and I needed to make sure it fit.” Both men knew that he was lying, but they figured they’d bring him along slowly.

“If this is Aiden’s idea of a joke, he may need to rethink his design. I don’t see a joke in front of me,” Eskel smiled softly. 

“Actually,” Lambert muttered, looking guilty. “It…it wasn’t Aiden’s idea. I, um…”

“You like it,” Geralt finished helpfully. “And you should. Looks good on you.”

Lambert visibly relaxed, body releasing all of that built up tension. “So you don’t mind then? That I- that I like this sort of thing?”

“Of course not.” Eskel started rummaging through one of the bags and pulled out a beer. “Come on, these are getting cold. Join us!”

Hesitantly Lambert grabbed the beer, popped the cap and took a few big gulps. His brothers started to unpack the food, making no attempt to ogle him or question why he wasn’t going to remove the dress. So he just didn’t. He sat next to them, dress and all, and put on The Velocipastor.

happy maslenitsa!

commissions are open

Hey so what if Jaskiers entire family were hunters? Or just really rough and rowdy, fighters. They grew up fighting and hunting but Jask is the “odd ball” in his family because he’s against violence?

Like, let’s take his family for a moment, now imagine with me: a giant man with nothing but pure muscle, people have to look up at him to speak. Geralt would he shocked at meeting him, Jaskier’s father looks more like a tame bear than human, though jaskier gets his smile, laugh and humour from him.

For his mother? I’d love to say she’s just as scary as Jaskiers father, very intimidating, she looks like she can handle her own shit. She’s gotta round up all of the kids? Give her five minutes. Also I think she’d also be tall (tall intimidating women please end me thanks).

I just like the thought of Jaskiers family being  excellent hunters/fighters who continually look for competition. Maybe it throws Geralt for a loop, finding out that Jaskier came from a family of fighters and knows how to use different weapons, but prefers poetry and art, a lover.

For my favorite prompter, a prompt! Tell us about the selkies and the ziplock bags 😍😍😍😍

The year was 2000, geralt remembers this clearly as it was the year he finally pulled his head out of his ass and finally asked his husband out.

Geralt had been jogging down a beach, having a day off from monster hunting for once, when he saw the suspicious looking bundle farther down the beach squirming about.

He had jogged up to the bundle and stood there before prodding it with his foot. "Ack!" The bundle squirmed a bit more before a head topped in brown and caramel locks popped out "watch it!" Came the yell in a suspiciously familiar voice. Geralt steps back in shock as the figure rises "jaskier?" He says confused, watching bright blue eyes snap to his.

"Ah haha geralt!... fancy seeing you here here!" Comes the nervous reply.

Geralt tilts his head, "what? Uhnmm" geralt pointedly keeps his eyes on jaskiers face after a glance down his crushes' body and seeing it naked.

Jaskier laughs nervously and shuffles, pulling his cloak tighter around himself, edging towards the water.

Geralt follows him slowly "A selkie?" He murmurs "jaskier?" He says louder.

Jaskier flashes him a nervous grin "haha hey geralt..." his feet and in the water and he shuffles faster "what do a selkie and a ziploc have in common?" He shouts, starting to seal himself up in his coat.

Geralt stares at him "uhhhh"

Jaskier gives a nervous giggle before completely changing into his seal form and slipping between the waves.

Geralt gasps "ah....They're resealable"

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Adult Eskel still sometimes bunking with Papa Ves after a nightmare

I don’t think we talk about the wolfs getting nightmares enough. Which is reasonable, nightmares suck and normally you’d just turn the pillow over to the cold side and snuggle right back in, but for the boys? They’ve been through a lot, a Witcher’s life is not easy peasy. Not even just the life they live as a witcher, the time before trails? I don’t think that was a good time either.

Nightmares after experiencing a traumatic event is way more common. I think at after coming home to KM, all these events and regrets and decisions come back up, most of the nights there Eskel is probably in Vesemir’s room, along with the others too I’m sure.

I also think that instead of being able to just, go right back to sleep, they all talk. Papa Ves would talk about his favourite things they all use to do, like Eskel use to welcome new boys home as soon as meeting them, greeting them with rocks that match their eyes, getting cool sticks and carving their initials in it before throwing it as far as they can. Lamb was probably really quite as first and would poke and tug people’s pant leg to get things and no one could say no to him, Geralt would go around with a small blanket around his shoulders playing “hero”, the good stuff to remember.

EMBARRASSINGLY DRUNK DANCER WITH GERASKIER!!!

See my initial thought here would be Jaskier, but we know he’s suave and knows how to perform while drinking. So I’d have to go with Geralt, but he only lets loose around Jaskier. It’s quite hilarious. Clumsy twirls, dropping Jaskier when trying to dip him, hilariously mood-killing strip teases, etc. Unfortunately for Geralt, one winter Eskel and Lambert barged in on a drunken striptease he was putting on for Jaskier (he knocked something over and they thought there was trouble) and he’s never heard the end of it 😂

Eskel: me n Geralt are going out and hunting dinner, don’t wait up!

Jaskier: bye Geralt! Bye Eskel! By Geralt ;)

Ciri: you said bye Geralt twice

Jaskier: I like Geralt

Do you ever feel overwhelmed by how much you love someone

Day 4 - Cameo with another character

Although I already did Yennefer, this brainfart still had to be done. Batstarion/Astarion mocking and annoying Geralt like a nasty Jaskier lives now rent-free in my head 🤣

So lovely!

The Witcher 2 ten-year anniversary!!!

admit it - you thought i wouldn't come back, gwynbleidd

Can Geralt not bathe himself???

Every time we see him in the tub, its either with Yen or Jaskier. Or that one lady of the evening that Eskel brought to Kaer Morhen!

The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt