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A Soft Kind Of Home Part 1

The first year Jaskier stayed at the keep he learned quite a bit about the Witchers of Kaer Morhen.

He learned that Eskel likes to read out loud but was taught that it’s “childish” so he offers to read books for Jaskier. Eskel likes to read by the fire and he likes to hold Jaskier in his lap. Eskel likes to listen to music and loves Jaskier singing this and that, trying to figure out new songs. Eskel is very smart and can talk and talk for ages about almost everything. He loves talking about embroidery, sewing, spinning yarn, anything that has to do with making pretty things or art. He also loves talking to the viscount about food. He tells the bard about the disgusting things he's choked down on the path and how the food at home is so much better. Jaskier tells him that when he returns next year he'll bring along spices and herbs from Oxenford and recipes from Lettenhove.

Jaskier learned that Lambert is a big softy when he gets used to you. He learned that storms scare Lambert and he had a quite soft side to him. Lambert likes to cuddle and be close to Jaskier or the other witchers when it rains or storms. Lambert loves sitting in laps and loves being held. Lambert really just craves some form of affection and love. Lambert likes chewing on stuff especially his own hands.

He learned Geralt is the... Well there isn’t quite a word he can think of for what Geralt is. Eskel comes to Geralt when he doesn’t feel well or scared. Lambert is almost always hanging on Geralt when it’s stormy outside. And Geralt takes care of them.

Jaskier learned that there’s one room in the keep that all the wolves sleep in when they get lonely and sad. Geralt usually leads the other wolves by their hands to the room when sadness hangs too heavy over them.

Jaskier learned that all the wolves liked to nuzzle and snuggle when they sleep and he always ends up in the middle of a puppy pile. He learned Geralt can talk in such a low and gentle voice that it instantly calms the other two.

Jaskier learned a lot

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Enough takes that Geralt is the emotionally constipated one who gets embarrassed saying "I love you" if you read the books you know damn fucking well the emotional constipation is with Dandelion, he's the one who'd panic upon realising he has Feelings for Geralt and he's the one who'd find it hard to say those three little words in a sincere manner. Geralt's the one repeating them over and over in reverance and Dandy's the one hissing "shut up shut up shut up" when really what he means is "keep saying it so I know this is real" thank you for coming to my ted talk

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Bard and his grumpy witcher

-Geraskier doodle

reference- https://www.pinterest.co.kr/pin/813392382739897697/

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Some frame redraws per patreon request ~ I’m quite happy with how these sketches came out.

#love the gradient

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Worst part of being in a fandom is obsessing over a character that doesn't get a whole lot of attention. I can barely find any fanart and cool work about my favorite character because he's not a mAiN cHarAcTer

(if you see this send me all the artwork and fics and cool people who also like Eskel please I'm sobbing)

#Eskel is best character #He is bae #I feel this on an emotional level lol

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Omg. I saw the bingo cards you reblogged and I know you aren't really meant to combine them but I think a geralt x jaskier with weird witcher traditions and courting would be so cute. especially if it meant that Jaskier couldn't tell it was courting at first until someone points it out to him. Thank you 💜

This idea ran away with me so it's gonna be multiple parts, here is part 1 Thank you for the request, and i hope you like it! I also started combining from the bingo board lol.

#geraskier #witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #eskel #lambert #vesemir

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Acting Strange part 1

Main pairing: Geralt/Jaskier Characters: Geralt, Jaskier, Eskel, Lambert, Vesemir. Warnings: None so far Geralt was acting strange, not in the normal silent brooding strange that Jaskier had come to be familiar with but a new strange that was, well, very strange. Ever since the two fell into bed together, Geralt has been more… considerate. No, that wasn’t the word. Attentive, maybe? Anyway, the word didn’t matter; what mattered was that Geralt was acting strange, and Jaskier was going to get to the bottom of it. 

It started strangely, with dried and pressed flowers appearing in his bags. Shortly after, the two parted for the winter. The flowers were hidden away in Jaskier’s things, so he’d spend weeks finding them: roses, Lavenders, and Tulips, to name a few. Next was when they joined together during spring, a few weeks after the snow melted. Geralt was well rested after his season away, while Jaskier was jumping with energy after spending his time cooped up teaching. Jaskier would kiss Geralt upon first meeting, and his witcher would kiss him back, but he’d go no further till they were alone. Where Geralt would take his time, taking Jaskier apart. This, while amazing, was strange to Jaskier; they were just friends, now with benefits, right? No real emotion attached. But laying awake a night held tight in Geralt's arms makes Jaskier feel something tight in his heart, a familiar feeling in its own way. Jaskier has fallen in love before and has been loved in return, so why was this so different?

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Geralt started with a plan. It is a very straightforward plan to court a human bard. Geralt did all the research on courting customs, preparing for the perfect winter. Geralt had already proven to be a phenomenal hunter, dropping trophies and likes from his kills, and he’s proven himself a valiant protector from jealous husbands and monsters alike. Next was an invitation to spend the season with him in Kaer Morhen, setting the stage for the trials. Now, he just needed to show Jaskier he could provide a safe home to raise their pups - not that they could have any, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Jaskier would be his, and he would be Jaskiers. Kaer Morhen was a welcomed sight; after the march up The Killer, Jaskier was nearly frozen when they passed the gates. “Geralt, you made it!” Eskel greeted them first, pulling Geralt into a quick hug before sweeping Jaskier off his feet. “And Geralt’s bard.” “I know you know my name, Eskel. You should start using it.” Jaskier laughed, knocking his fist against the bigger witcher’s shoulder. “Of course, bard,” he teased, throwing his arm over Jaskier's shoulder and pulling him close to his warm chest. “Let's get you inside before you freeze.” “But Geralt-” “Go, I’ll settle Roach in,” Geralt tells them; he must unpack secretly.

—--------- Jaskier was two bowls of soup with a blanket draped over his shoulders. Geralt found them there, drinking by the fire in the kitchen. Lambert's smell permeated the place, meaning the younger wolf must have been here first, cooking up a storm. Despite what some people think, Lambert was a surprisingly good cook when he wasn’t experimenting with ingredients like he does with his Alchemy. “What’s on the fire?” Geralt asked, grabbing a bowl and a chunk of bread to eat. “Venison.” Eskel answered, “And some root vegetables,” “Hmm,” Geralt takes a small taste before downing the bowl in a few gulps. “Hungry, I take it,” Lambert teases, walking to the room with a tray of fresh bread. Eskel makes to grab one but is swiftly kicked in the shin. The bread smelled incredible, with hints of brown sugar and cinnamon that had everyone’s mouths watering. “Hands off, you bastard,” Lambert orders, setting the tray on a cooling rack. “They’re not ready yet.” “Sure, little wolf.” Eskel teases, this time prepared for Lambert's retaliation. He uses his sheer size and strength to maneuver Lambert into a headlock, placing a loud kiss against the younger wolf’s head. “Mwah!” “Get off!” Lambert growls, trying to bite and wiggle his way out, but Eskel had a firm hold.

Jaskier chuckled at their antics, a bright smile across his face that had Geralt staring. Suddenly, Geralt’s lap had an angry little wolf in it. Lambert was cussing up a storm as he was dropped in Geralt’s lap. He was about to get up and dive at Eskel if Geralt’s arms hadn’t automatically wrapped around him, giving Eskel time to escape.  “That’s right, you better run!” Lambert yelled back, jumping out of Geralt’s lap and chasing after his brother. Jaskier could tell this was going to be an exciting winter. 

#witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #Geratl x jaskier #eskel #lambert #Geratl & Eskel & Lambert

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Taking requests for fic ideas or headcanons. Drop me a name or two and a brief description or vague idea, and let’s see what I come up with) Themes Try to keep them upbeat, but angst with a happy ending is okay. Fandom Witcher Romantic Pairings Geraskier Lamden Eskel/oc or reader (I don’t usually use Y/N, so nicknames are used as a placeholder) (But will if no nicknames fit) Family/Platonic pairings Geralt Lambert Eskel Vesemir Ciri Jaskier Aiden OC/reader (Any combination thereof) Will not write Rape/non-con Consensual non-con Yandere (I’m very picky when it comes to writing smut so be warned)

#Witcher #geraskier #lamden #Eskel x oc #Eskel x reader

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Lets play Bingo! Draw, Write or Read with me!!

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What if Lambert were the older sibling?

The one wolf who hates being a witcher so much it takes him years to return to Kaer Morhen and many more to overcome his bitterness.

The one wolf who's incredibly brilliant when it comes to alchemy but avoided by all his brethren due to his awful temper and unlikable personality.

The one wolf who is so incredibly protective over their younglings that few others dare to argue with him.

Always ready to fight for the kids, snarling and snapping at those way stronger and crueler than them. It takes four grown witchers to hold him down when he learns that a group of boys will undergo the Grasses a second time. The grandmaster of the wolves wears a scar on his face from the time they discovered four witchers weren't enough.

Lambert is forcefully removed from Kaer Morhen. The children are watching when they drive Lambert off. Small boys, barely old enough to hold a knife, bare their teeth. For years to come they remember. The younglings turn vicious.

One after the other, grown and trialed wolves leave the keep behind, not willing to return home until they've seen him again.

One after the other, witchers return home for winter with their fangs sharpened and a feral smile on their face.

Kaer Morhen falls.

Lambert returns to the keep with his head held high. In the end he's victorious, in a way.

#this is sooo good #lambert #as much as i love baby lambert older lambert sounds cool as fuck

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Maybe it’s just in the fics I’m reading but I really feel like we don’t take enough advantage of Jaskier being a Master of the Seven Liberal Arts. It’s a line that gets thrown out now and then usually just attached when Jaskier is introducing himself and really trying to impress someone. I just want something that explores that part of him a bit more

I also think that it would combine really well with one of those fics that has Jaskier meeting other witchers without Geralt.

Like maybe he writes popular short stories which Eskel adores and runs into him a couple times in the bigger cities doing book signings

Vesemir has a special interest in Astronomy and has a subscription to the Witcher equivalent of a scientific journal where he reads an interesting article by Jaskier and decides to write him with some follow up questions not really expecting a response but gets one and this quickly turns into a years long correspondence

I haven’t fully thought this through so not sure which of the arts he’d be using to meet up with Lambert, Aiden or even Coen (or other witchers depending on how many you want to meet up with him) but do you get what I’m saying?

I also think it would be funny if he’s using a different pseudonym when he meets each witcher so when they all get together and talk about their new friend they don’t realize they’re all talking about the same guy

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Okay no but I'm thinking more about Big Brother Eskel hearing about this fucking bard Geralt has picked up and all the mischief and mayhem he causes while also bringing back a light to Geralt's eyes and making his path so much less lonely [wolves were never meant to be alone and especially not Geralt] and when he does meet him he's just like. Fuck. Look at this thing. He's so small and wild and free. Is anyone going to fuss over him like he's an errant baby brother or do I have to do everything around here my-fucking-self. And then he does and Dandelion's incredibly confused but he's not, like, mad about it

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel/Original Female Character, Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Lambert & Vesemir, Eskel & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Lambert, Coën & Eskel & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Lambert & Vesemir, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Vesemir, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Vesemir (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Original Female Character(s), Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Coën (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s01e06 Rare Species (The Witcher TV), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, liberties with lore, Canon is an orchaid, and i will cherry pick, More tags to be added, Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Winter at Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Hurt/Comfort, Eskel lives damn it Summary:

"Blood on your hands they say As though it stops there: at your wrist like a glove As though you could do this and there could be any part of you that wasn’t stained or dripping with blood."

Or

After escaping from Nilfgaard with a mysterious companion, Jaskier must reach Kaer Morhen to warn Geralt of the danger they are in. Oc!Kassandra saves Jaskier's life but at a cost, her magic ties them together but for how long and how far?

#Witcher #Geraskier #Jaskier #geralt of rivia #Eskel #Eskel x oc #witcher oc

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Who Are You?

I am working on a new installment of this fic, so decided to post the OG.

The premise of the series is that Jaskier gets inadvertently introduced to the Witchers in a series of misunderstandings, mostly involving dear Roach. Somehow this all seems to push their relationship forwards. Each Witcher reacts pretty much like you would expect… Lambert is angry, Eskel is angsty, Vesemir is protective, and Aiden has most of the Witcher brain cells. I think they are pretty funny and heartfelt. Hope you enjoy!

Check the series out on AO3

Lambert was pissed. He had booked it all the way to this stupid little village in the asscrack of nowhere after hearing about a contract, and when he arrived, there was fuck all. Nothing on the notice board, and no one to talk to him. What an absolute waste of time. And by the time he got here, it was too late to even get the hell out. He figures he would go to the tavern for a meal, and then head as far outside of town as he could before it got too ridiculously late. Anything to get closer to some semblance of civilization.

As he stomped toward the tavern, he could only hope that they were still serving food, because if he missed a meal in addition to coming all of the way out here for nothing, he might just lose his utter shit. Lambert passed the stables, and as he did he saw something familiar.

He walked over, peering into one of the far stalls. “Is that you girl? Hey Roach.” He reached out a hand and nearly got bit for his troubles. Oh, this was absolutely Geralt’s fucking horse, no question. But if Geralt’s horse was here, it might make a lot more sense as to why the contract wasn’t on the board. Maybe his brother had picked it up. He continued on, with some questions beyond dining options on his mind.

As Lambert walked to the bar, he noticed that he was receiving his usual amount of suspicious looks. He sat down on a stool and the barmaid walked over warily. “What are you? Why are you here?” She asked suspiciously.

“I’m a Witcher. Heard you have some kind of beasty problem here. Have you seen anyone else dressed like me? Tall, not too talkative, with long white hair?”

The woman continued to look wary. “Ain’t seen no one who looks like that. We had one out of towner come in, seemed right pissed about something and headed right up to his room, slammed the door and ain’t been down since. Probably pissed he wound up in our shitty little town. Looked like a frickin peacock and barely spoke a word. And furthermore I don’t know about no monster problem. But the alderman tells us fuck all, so who knows.” 

Lambert sensed a rather kindred spirit, so he ordered an ale and decided to wait around a bit for Geralt. Minutes passed, and before he knew it, he realized he had been there three quarters of an hour already. The foot traffic at the tavern had slowed down greatly. Not that there had been much to begin with, a few locals had been in and out, and some fucking guy in a brightly colored doublet had stomped out. Must have been the barmaid’s peacock. The description sure as hell fit.

After he finished his ale and gave Geralt a few more minutes to present his annoying face, Lambert decided it was time to cut his losses. He laid down some coins on the bar and headed outside to look around a bit to see where the fuck Geralt had gotten to.

He stepped out into the rapidly cooling air, and walked around the back of the tavern. Finding nothing, he hastened over to the stables. He figured at least he could see if Geralt had left his bedroll or any of his gear on Roach. That might give him some clues. 

As Lambert approached the stable he was shocked to find that Roach was missing from her stall. There is no fucking way Geralt could have gotten that close to him without Lambert noticing. Not to mention that Lambert had his mount in a stall right next to Roach and Geralt knows Lambert’s horse as well as his own. Fuck, he knows all the horses, fanatic that he is.

Lambert started to examine the ground around the stall, and was able to see Roach’s hoof prints headed in the opposite direction, out of town. Oh, fuck this. No asshole was going to steal Geralt’s horse and get away with it. Face reddening with rage, Lambert followed the prints down the road, and out of town.

He moved at a fast clip, following the prints. Roach smelled just like any fucking horse, so it was hard to track that way, but eventually he noticed another scent in the air. Probably the fucking horse thief. Once he had that, he was able to make better time. 

Lambert assumed that the tracks would head down the road towards the farms, but instead they headed straight towards the fucking forest. What dumb ass would be taking a horse into the forest in the middle of nowhere at this time of night? Suddenly he noticed the scent he had been following was getting stronger and as he rounded a bend, he saw the culprit ahead of him. 

It was the man from the tavern. The one in the ridiculously bright outfit. He wasn’t riding Roach, but was walking with her, holding her reins. And in some absolute fucking miracle, Roach was actually letting him. She moved along steadily behind the man as the man muttered in a near continuous stream of consciousness conversation with himself.

“Fucking asshole. Not fucking coming back, after that fucking shifty alderman. Heading right off to get himself in some kind of trouble. Oh, I’ll be fine, stay here, I don’t need your help. Asshole never learns…”

The man is distracted and of course mortal, so he heard nothing as Lambert approached. Lambert was suddenly by the man’s side, his hand a hard vice on his shoulder.

“Where are you going there, horse thief?” Lambert growled.

The man whipped around, surprised, but to Lamber’s chagrin he was not absolutely shitting himself as most people would be if a Witcher appeared beside them grasping their arm.

“Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing sneaking up on people at night. And what the fuck are you talking about?” The man snapped angrily at Lambert.

Lambert expected the man to start to shy away once he had gotten a good look at him but to Lambert’s utter incomprehension the man actually moved forward, pointing his finger at Lambert’s chest right below his medallion and continued to angrily pontificate. “You lot are such a bunch of fuckers, never thinking, jumping to conclusions. You’re all like, woe is me, I’m such a lone wolf until you get into trouble, or the fucking alderman won’t pay you, or an angry mob is forming and then, only then, asshole is it OK to look to the bard. Other than that, nothing he has to say means. Any. Fucking. Thing.”

The man finally stopped talking, breath heavy as his eyes drilled straight into Lambert’s.

Lambert couldn’t remember the last time he felt this level of surprise at a human’s reaction to him. He was almost speechless after the verbal onslaught. Of course, if Lambert was anything, he was an absolute fucking prick so he decided to get his own fucking point across.

“Who the fuck are you anyway? You steal my brother’s fucking horse, come the whole way out here to fuck knows where, and then turn around and start screaming at me? I could break you in half you fucking weirdo. Who the fuck meets a Witcher and just starts yelling at him anyway. Are you fucking mental or something?”

The man just stared at Lambert for a beat. “Brother?” He asked.

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For the ask game"

'In his defence, he never thought for one second this was how that particular 'what if' scenario would go.'

Character (s) / fandom of your choice.

👀 I spy with my eye a Lambert fan

In his defense, Lambert never would have thought for a second that this was how that particular 'what if...' scenario would end up.

He had expected anger, screaming, maybe even being thrown out of the keep ass over tea kettle, when spring arrived late and he declared loudly that he wouldn't walk the Path. It was a thing unheard of, a witcher as young as Lambert taking a voluntary break.

Never in a lifetime would he have imagined spending his summer alongside Vesemir, herding sheep through the kaedweni mountains to bring them from one overgrown pasture to the next. Neither would he have ever thought Vesemir to be so civil about it. And not only that - he was actually having fun. This particular 'what if...' had turned into a pretty great summer.

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Send me an ask with a First Sentence and I will write the following five!

#i am here for quality Lamber & Vesemir content