#eskel x jaskier

[simo0n]

Hellooo🐺

#the witcher #the witcher fanart #the witcher eskel #the witcher jaskier #jaskier #eskel x jaskier #jaskier x eskel #jaskel

[srapsodia]

jaskel commission for @kdrbeary ! 🎵🐐

#jaskel #eskel x jaskier #eskel/jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fanart #my art #raps commissions #thank u for commissioning me!! 💛

[0dde11eth]

After dinner and a movie:

Jaskier: It's still pretty early wanna come in for coffee handsome? 😉

Eskel: Isn't it a little late for coffee?

Jaskier: Oh you think coffee means coffee that's so adorable. Come on in, I'll see if I have decaf

#my nonsense #jaskier #eskel #cinnamon roll eskel series #jaskel #eskel X jaskier #jaskier x eskel

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Number 9: pressing face against other's neck to hide from the world + the number that's a tender kiss to the crown of someone's head.

Pairing: Eskel x Jaskier.

Thank you and pretty please ❤️

“I’m fine!” Jaskier says as Geralt and Eskel deposit him on the grimy little straw mattress that this inn considers a bed. “Really, I appreciate the three of you rushing gallantly to my rescue, but I had the situation well in hand.”

“Bardling, you just spent a week in a dungeon.” Yennefer looks unimpressed.

“A very nice dungeon,” Jaskier says. “It had a chamberpot! You don’t get amenities like that in most Northern dungeons. I need to get arrested in Nilfgaard more often.”

“No,” Geralt, Yennefer, and Eskel say at the same time.

“Are you hurt?” Eskel looks him over, a frown creasing his brow.

“A few bumps and bruises.” With a wince, Jaskier touches his bruised stomach. One of the soldiers who arrested him had a kick like a mule. “But compared to the last time I found myself arrested, it was a dream. The guards actually liked my singing!”

“Well, Nilfgaard is a notoriously uncultured country,” Yennefer says.

“Missed you too, you dreadful witch.”

Geralt gives her a tired look. “Yenn and I are going to go check on Ciri. Can you stop him from getting into trouble for an hour, Esk?”

“I’ll do my best.” Eskel nods gravely.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on leaving this bed anytime soon!” Jaskier calls after them. As the door closes behind them, he turns to Eskel. “Have they worked things out, then? They seem far chummier than when we all left Kaer Morhen. I hope so. Please don’t tell her I said this, but I’ve grown quite fond of Yennefer.”

Eskel watches him with worried golden eyes. “You sure you’re okay, songbird?”

Under that familiar gaze, Jaskier can feel his facade start to crack. With effort, he keeps his bright smile on his face. “Really, I’m fine. I knew you’d find me eventually.”

Except, he hadn’t, because he thought that Geralt and Yennefer were hiding in some remote corner of the Continent with Ciri and that Eskel was walking the Path. He hadn’t expected any of them to know that something had happened to him until it was far too late.

“And there was no torture.” Jaskier wiggles his uninjured fingers to demonstrate. “No burning, no beating, no breaking of fingers. Everyone was quite civil, actually.”

They’d been waiting for someone to come to interrogate Jaskier. Whether it was the fire fucker or some other sadistic bastard, Jaskier thankfully never learned. The waiting had almost been worse than pain.

“And the food was actually quite good.” Jaskier is starting to hear the strain in his own voice. “Have you ever had olives, Eskel? I was skeptical at first, but I’ll admit, they grew on—”

Eskel closes the distance between them in two strides and sinks down onto the mattress next to Jaskier, pulling him into his arms.

Half-heartedly, Jaskier tries to push him away. “Love, I probably reek. I just spent a week in a dungeon.”

“You don’t smell any worse than this damn mattress.” Eskel’s voice is a familiar, soothing rumble.

“The sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Jaskier laughs weakly and tucks his face into the curve of his lover’s throat. He smells like leather and horse and the slow, steady beat of his pulse is wonderfully familiar. Burrowing closer, Jaskier tries to block out the memory of the past week—the fear, the uncertainty, and the crushing loneliness.

“I didn’t think I was going to make it out this time,” he murmurs into Eskel’s skin. “I didn’t think anyone would know to look for me. I figured you wouldn’t know I was gone until the winter.”

“Yennefer heard a rumor and she and Geralt came to get me.”

Jaskier huffs a laugh. “Gods, does this mean I owe Yennefer my life again? Bring me back to the dungeon, Eskel, I can’t bear it.”

Eskel brushes a feather-light kiss across Jaskier’s forehead. “No.”

Jaskier tightens his grip on the front of Eskel’s shirt. “Horrible man.”

Eskel kisses him again, pressing his lips against Jaskier’s temple. “I told you when we left Kaer Morhen, if you needed me, I’d find you.”

Jaskier feels a lump rising in his throat and swallows it back. “That’s the second sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He starts laughing at his own joke, the sound odd and ragged.

Eskel kisses the shell of his ear. “You’re okay, songbird. I’ve got you.”

The laughter dies in Jaskier's throat and he closes his eyes, cuddling closer to Eskel, and lets himself think of nothing but strong arms around him and the familiar heartbeat under his cheek. That dark, dank dungeon with no company but the sound of his own singing is far away. Eskel is here and Jaskier is okay.

24 Touches Prompts

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 #twn #jaskel #eskel x jaskier #ghost's writing #prompt fills

[shy-urban-hobbit]

People always assumed that Jaskier, with his constant performing and streaming would be the one with the slight caffeine problem. These people have never seen Eskel first thing in the morning.

Yes, Jaskier may be the one who has never stuck to a sleep schedule his entire life (it's true. Ask his mother) but his Witcher was the one who was basically a zombie even with a solid 8 hours rest.

Speaking of, the shuffling coming from the bedroom of their AirBnB apartment alerted him to the fact that said Witcher was now awake after a particularly problematic vampire contract where what should have taken no longer than 24 hours turned into 72 (Jaskier was still pissed the mayor had tried to use that as an excuse to cut Eskel's payment. Luckily, he had legit social media clout on his side so the asshole had decided to cough up the full amount pretty quickly once Jaskier threatened to make him go viral).

The larger man yawned as he entered the kitchen, hair still adorably messy. Jaskier wordlessly shoved a mug of Eskel's speciality blend, which was strong enough to wake the dead (Jaskier had tried it once and was adamant he could smell colours for about an hour afterwards), into his hand before leaning up for a kiss.

Eskel hummed in thanks as he sat at the table, pulling Jaskier into his lap. Jaskier gave a happy wiggle, basking in the combined, complimentary scents of Eskel and coffee beans.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #jaskier/eskel #jaskier x eskel #eskel/jaskier #eskel x jaskier #witcher jaskier #jaskier #witcher eskel #eskel

[thisstupidrock]

Sleepy Bard - Eskel and Jaskier

#jaskier dandelion #the witcher jaskier #jaskel #jaskier x eskel #eskel x jaskier #the Witcher #the witcher eskel #Eskel #eskel my beloved

[admjralbenbow]

do you know the saddest part? i like radskier but all that- all that radovid fanboy act, all that whipped guy, in love with the famous bard, who has always appreciated jaskier and looks at him with many heart eyes and PINING.... I wanted him to be eskel. I wanted eskel to know about jaskier years ago, and keep his songs in his heart, and when he met him, he would say beautiful things about how jaskier is able to see beyond the outside, how he sees the best in everyone- but no, they massacred my boy and they gave me this instead. and and and I appreciate it, but it still hurts.

#angsty hours #jaskel #radskier #jaskier #eskel #eskel x jaskier #radovid x jaskier #multishipper stuff #the witcher s3

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

@0dde11eth @everything-but-the-not-natural

#the witcher #jaskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #geralt #the witcher netflix #witcher #geralt x jaskier #dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #witcher eskel #eskel x jaskier #I personally imagine this being between Jaskier and Eskel #but choose your own adventure

[ladyannemarie5]

Geraskier Mamma Mia!AU

I started reading a wonderful fic on ao3 with the Mamma Mia theme titled "It's a Game We Play" by BambiRex (Geraskier/ Yennskier/ Radskier) and remembered I had a similar idea in my drafts with Jaskier, Geralt, Eskel and Lambert, so here it is.

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Geralt, Eskel and Lambert live and run Kaer Morhen in the mountains, a residence for retired soldiers or those who simply can't find a home. The three brothers have been in charge of the place since Vesemir retired a few years ago and with them, the place has blossomed to welcome their brothers in arms in a calm and relaxed atmosphere. 

Ciri, Geralt's adopted daughter is a lovely teenager whose love and devotion lies with her father, uncles, aunts, grandfather and of course, her favorite singer: Jaskier. 

Ever since Ciri met Jaskier when she was in elementary school, her love and obsession for the singer grew more and more each day to the discomfort of her father and uncles. 

Every year without fail, Ciri hogs the TV room to watch the entire award season wherever Jaskier goes and that year is no exception. 

For some strange reason, Eskel, Lambert and Geralt always accompany Ciri to watch the awards. Their reason, they say, is to make sure the girl doesn't see anything inappropriate on TV. The teenager doesn't complain because she loves telling people about Jaskier and the meaning of his songs. 

Jaskier wins the Grammy for Album of the Year for the third year in a row to the delight of everyone present, and his speech changes everyone's life in Kaer Morhen. 

Jaskier gives the usual thanks to his friends, collaborators and others, and then thanks that wonderful summer love affair he experienced 10 years ago that was the complete inspiration for his winning album. He wishes the best to that man and says in a worldwide live broadcast that sometimes he still thinks about him. 

Ciri, social networks and media go crazy. Geralt, Eskel and Lambert too. 

And of course, Lambert opens his mouth to say that he can't believe Buttercup still thinks about him. The mouths of those present open wide and Ciri starts a whole barrage of questions. Lambert confesses and brags that he met Jaskier one summer 10 years ago and they spent a whole wonderful week together. But it doesn't end there, Eskel jumps in to say that if anyone inspired his Lark to write a Grammy winning album it's him, because apparently Eskel also spent a wonderful summer week by the singer's side. Last but not least, Geralt speaks for the first time since they sat down and confesses that he too spent a week with his Bard 10 years ago. 

From there begins a friendly fight of who is the winning muse of the great singer Jaskier, everyone starts analyzing lyric by lyric claiming that they are inspired by one of them. Everything is a joke (let's not talk that the 3 morons remember to perfection every moment lived with Jaskier and that sometimes they stay awake until the wee hours of the morning trying to remember more), until Jaskier, the great singer, arrives to Kaer Morhen. 

Ciri, fed up with their bickering and excited to be able to reconnect any of the fools with her favorite singer, contacts Jaskier to let him know that he is more than welcome to Kaer Morhen for more inspiration. 

Of course, a series of events begins where Jaskier plays with his wolves to keep them from guessing who has been the biggest muse in his life and which songs are for whom. 

Spoiler: In my mind and heart, Geralt is the obvious winner. 

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As always, let me know what you guys think, if you want to add anything, if you don't like it, etc.

Also if you want to take the idea and write it, go ahead. Just remember to tell me so I can read it. The songs I imagine are entirely Taylor Swift songs, but if you have suggestions and for whom, feel free to let me know.

#Jaskier is taylor swift in my mind #guess the songs #jaskier #kaer morons #cirilla fiona ellen riannon #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #eskel #eskel x jaskier #lambert #lambert x jaskier #fanfiction ideas #fanfic #ao3fic

[kueble]

Spider Plant, Spider Plant, Does Whatever a Spider Can

Written for Team Bingo over at @thepassifloradiscord. Prompt is: Gardening.

Teen. Warnings: none. 1,600 words.

Jaskel

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Eskel isn’t expecting a lot of customers on a Tuesday afternoon, so he’s hidden himself in the back of the greenhouse with rows of vegetable starters.  He figures they have another week or two before they start flying off the shelves, and he wants to make sure everything is prepared for the rush.  He’d normally have headphones on, but he’s manning the nursery by himself today, so he has to listen for customers.  The local rock station is on quietly instead, and Eskel finds himself singing along to it while he works.

What he didn’t expect was for someone to stomp into the greenhouse and holler out a panicked, “Hello!  I need help!  Desperately, even!”

Wiping his soil covered hands on his apron, Eskel stands up and looks towards the door.  He’s stunned by the man standing there, cradling a pot to his chest.  Eskel has never seen him before, but he’s the most gorgeous man to ever waltz in here, that’s for sure.  “Coming!” he calls out, quickening his pace as he moves towards the door.

When he gets closer, he’s even more taken aback by this beauty of a man.  He’s almost as tall as Eskel with a messy mop of brown wavy hair and the brightest blue eyes he’s ever had the privilege to look into.  Even with fear in his eyes, the man is truly stunning.  He chews on his lower lip before pouting at Eskel and holding out the plastic pot in his hands.

“Peter is dying,” he offers as explanation, gesturing at Eskel with the drooping brown spider plant.

“Peter?” he asked, hoping it’s the plant and not an actual person.  Plants he can handle.  People?  Not so much.

“Oh yeah, uh this is Peter,” the man says, blushing as he looks down at the pathetic looking plant.  “Spider plant, you know?  So I named it after my favorite spider: Peter Parker!  Even has a theme song and everything.  Spider plant, spider plant, does whatever a spider can,” he sings mournfully before turning even redder.  His shirt is opened to an obscene degree, and Eskel can see how far down the blush goes, even with the thick coat of hair covering his chest.

Focus, Eskel.

“Plants like music,” he offers, and the man beams back at him.

“I thought so!”

“I play a lot of classic rock when I’m working alone, just to make them grow better.  But, uh, Peter here seems to have some issues.  Are you looking to replace him?” Eskel asks, and the man takes a step back, cradling the plant to himself again.

“No!” he cries out, eyeing Eskel as if he’s going to steal his plant.  “I, fuck…I have to keep this one alive.  It’s been two months and if I hit the three month mark, then I can start dating again.  It’s a therapy thing,” he adds with a wave of his hand.

“Plant therapy?” Eskel asks slowly, genuinely curious but trying not to pry too much.

“Er, kind of?  I’ve been working on myself for a long time, and focusing on how I try and change myself to fit whatever image I think the person I’m dating likes best?  It’s uh, not such a great plan,” he says, chuckling a bit self-deprecatingly.  “But I’m in a much better place now, and I know how amazing I am just as myself.  But…my therapist wants me to be able to look after something besides myself, too.  So it was either a pet or a plant, and I’m out of the house too much with my teaching job to take care of an animal.  I just…I have so much love to give, and Peter absolutely has to make it to the three month mark.  I’ve been so careful!”

That is a lot to take in, and Eskel can see how people might find the man to be too much to handle.  He’s clearly stressed, though, and Eskel can’t just leave him hanging.  Looks aside, he seems like a kind, caring person.  He gestures for the man to hand him the plant and takes it gently before carefully turning it around in his hands to get a better look.

“Ok, uh…I don’t actually know your name,” he mumbles.

“Oh! Jaskier!” the man - Jaskier - says brightly.

“Eskel,” he offers before eyeing the plant again.  “So Jaskier, it looks like Peter here needs a couple of things.  One, his pot is way too small for him.  Obviously you’ve been treating him good enough that he’s grown, yeah?  So I can help you re-pot him.  Secondly, it looks like you’ve been over-watering him.  Spider plants don’t need too much water, and they usually do well with limited light as well.  Do you keep him right by the window?”

“Yeah, and I make sure to water him at least once a day,” Jaskier says solemnly.

“Ok, that’s probably too much.  Let’s find you a bigger pot, and then when you take him home I want you to move him away from the window and we’ll set up a schedule for watering.  We can do this,” he says seriously, and Jaskier grins again.

They make small talk when Eskel walks Jaskier through moving the spider plant from its cramped pot to a nicer one.  It has plenty of room for it to grow, and he shows him how to layer the bottom with gravel so the roots don’t get too wet.  By the time Jaskier leaves, it feels like they’ve known each other for ages, and he’s almost reluctant to let him go.  Thankfully, Jaskier asks if he can get his number - strictly for plant questions - and Eskel is more than happy to give it to him.

What stems from there is one of the oddest and sweetest friendships Eskel’s ever had.  It starts with questions about Peter, but turns into Jaskier sending him photos of how well the spider plant is thriving, and then to selfies and memes at all hours of the day.  Eskel would deny it if asked - especially by his well meaning brothers - but he finds himself looking forward to Jaskier’s texts more and more each day.

A full month passes, and Jaskier texts Eskel a photo of him leaning down to put his face right next to Peter.  The plant has completely rebounded, but Eskel can’t help focusing on Jaskier.  Now that they know each other better, he knows Jaskier is so much more than a pretty face.  He’s full of ambition, teaching music while writing and self-producing his own songs in any free time he has, and Eskel is way too enamored for the easy friendship they’ve set up.

3 months means I can ask someone out soon! Jaskier’s caption says, and Eskel feels an ache in his chest as he reads the words.  He has no claim to this brilliant man, but he can’t help feeling let down that it was Eskel’s knowledge and assistance that helped Jaskier keep the plant alive.  Sighing, he texts back a quick good luck and slides his phone back into pocket.  The greenhouse won’t run itself, and he should get back to work.

An hour later, the door to the greenhouse flies open and he hears a familiar voice call out, “Eskel!  Where are you?  Don’t hide in the dirt, darling.”

“It’s where I do best,” Eskel shouts back, chuckling as he walks out from the row of ferns he was messing with.   Jaskier bounces over to him, and he does his best to ignore how good the man looks today.  Today’s outfit is too-tight jeans and an emerald green shirt that somehow makes Jaskier’s blue eyes shine.  Eskel hasn’t quite gotten used to the amount of chest Jaskier’s button downs always show, and he has to wrap his fingers around his apron strings to keep from reaching out for him.

“So I managed to snag a couple of tickets to the charity gala at the Botanical Gardens downtown tomorrow night.  Would you be interested in accompanying me?” Jaskier asks, chewing on his lip as if he’s nervous for some reason.  As if Eskel would ever say no to him.

“That’s been sold out for months!” Eskel tells him, and Jaskier just nods back at him.

“Called in a favor.  So what do you say?  Want to be my date for the night?” he asks, and Eskel tilts his head at him, blinking as he repeats the words in his head.  Date.  Jaskier is asking him on a date.  Him.  Eskel.   Date.

“Uh, what?” he asks stupidly.

“It’s, er, it’s no big deal if you don't want to, of course!  I could be reading this whole situation wrong, which seems like something I’d do, doesn’t it?  How about we forget that I asked and you keep letting me bother you via text from time to time?” Jaskier rushes out.

“No!” Eskel says, stepping closer.  He brings his hands up to grab Jaskier, but realizes how filthy they are.  “I mean, I just didn’t think you’d want to date me.  I would very much like to date you though,” he explains.

“Eskel, you silly man,” Jaskier says, grinning as he pulls him into a hug.   “You helped me bring Peter back from the brink of death, let me ramble at you all the time without judging me, think my weird little songs are amazing, and are the beefiest gardener I’ve ever laid eyes on.  Of course I want to date you!”

“I’d like that,” Eskel murmurs, giving in and letting himself hug Jaskier back.  And as Jaskier laughs brightly and clings to him - right there in the messy greenhouse - Eskel thinks this just might work.

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SFW tags: @halerune @honeysuckletook @mayastormborn @dani-dandelino @feraljaskier @jaskierswolf @littoraly-art @tothedesert @dapandapod @theweirdlynx @tedrakitty @sharinalein @theamazingdevilgivesmehope @iamaqt314 @silvermintnightprincess @rockysstupidity @live-long-and-trek-on @hayleynzlive @holymotherwolf @thesynysterunknown @rebard-main @larawrmonster @gryffinqueen-blog @lovelyscot @fangirleaconmigo @mothmanismyuncle @fontegagrilledcheese @thestarkwinter @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @allthequeenshorses13 @221birl1823 @strippiluolamies @concussed-dragon @aurelia-which-means-sunrise @clarebear66 @feral-jaskier @j-u-s-tmyself @hayleynzlive @thisislisa

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#my fic #jaskel #jaskier x eskel #eskel x jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #modern au #meet cute #Jaskier #Eskel #Spider Plant AU

[slumberingcorpse]

You know what’s not talked about enough? The fact that in the video games it is canon that Eskel is a monster fucker and yet it’s not used enough in fanfiction. I want my Eskel monsterfucker fan fiction.

Please leave any recommendations below 🥰

#witcher fandom #the witcher fanfiction #witcher fanfiction #eskel #witcher eskel #monster fucker #witcher games #witcher shitpost #eskel x jaskier #the witcher

[elythegardeningbard]

This is from last Valentine’s day ~ A special request from my friend - Enjoy 

#witcher eskel #eskel x reader #eskel fluff #game eskel #witcher #the witcher #the witcher 3 #eskel #eskel x jaskier

[islenthatur]

Jaskier smiled softly, hands idly twisting and braiding the hair before him with gentle nimble fingers, savoring the texture and feel as well as the soft purr that filled the room.

It was exactly what Jaskier needed after a stressful day.

"Is this alright Dearest?" He murmurs softly, fingers dropping from the braid, to run smoothly over broad shoulders to rest upon a slow beating heart of a Witcher.

"Yes," it was soft, no louder than a breath and Jaskier thanked his classically trained ears to hear it.

He has spent nearly all winter to get to this point, to have a pliant witcher in his tender loving hands. Goddess, he loved to care for them, for him, to ease their stress and burdens... it was an addiction.

"Thank you Dearheart, I appreciate you allowing me this." Jaskier purred and leant forward, capturing his witcher's lips with his own, his other hand cupping the scarred cheek with loving care.

"Jask," The name fell from his Witcher's lips like a prayer that sent a jolt of pleasure through the bard.

"Eskel."

#eskel x jaskier #eskel is a sweetheart #jaskier the bard #the witcher #soft eskel #soft Jaskier #okay this was something different

[0dde11eth]

#my nonsense #jaskier #jaskier x eskel #eskel x jaskier #eskel #cinnamon roll eskel series #jaskel

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

jaskier/eskel patting their head?

Here's some pre-relationship Jaskel!

After nearly seventy years on the Path, it takes a lot to catch Eskel off guard. He’s always prided himself on being unflappable, even more so than his brothers. Whatever the Path throws at him—be it monsters or men—he’s ready for it.

But he’s never had a bard saunter up to him in a tavern, plop down across from him, and just start talking to him about the basilisk Eskel spent the last two days hunting (though he insists on referring to it as a dragon, even after Eskel politely corrects him twice.)

Eskel knows who the bard is, of course. Geralt has complained at length about the ridiculous human who barreled his way into his life and refused to leave, his complaints doing little to cover up the deep affection he clearly feels for Jaskier. For his part, Jaskier immediately knows who Eskel is and never bothers introducing himself, seeming to think it a foregone conclusion that Eskel will of course also know who he is.

“I’m sure you have a thousand embarrassing stories about Geralt,” Jaskier says, looking across the table at Eskel with big blue eyes. "I want to hear all of them."

Eskel does have a thousand embarrassing stories about Geralt, and he ends up telling Jaskier at least a half a dozen of them. He imagines there will probably be a ballad about the time Geralt got his hair tangled up in a leshen’s antlers while trying to stab it in the eye, confusing the poor beast enough that Eskel was able to kill it, in their near future. Eskel will have to lie through his teeth so Geralt never knows he’s responsible.

He expects Jaskier to say his goodbyes after an hour or so—according to Geralt, the bard is always chasing some skirt or another—but instead Jaskier says, “I imagine you don’t have a room in town, given the innkeeper’s curmudgeonly nature? Come on, you can share mine. There’s plenty of space for both of us.”

Eskel would normally never agree to sleep in a room with someone he didn’t know—even if that someone has been traveling with Geralt for years—but he finds himself following Jaskier to the inn. He would certainly usually never agree to share a bed with a stranger for longer than a visit to a brothel, but the next thing he knows, he’s lying on the thin straw mattress with a bard snoring and twitching next to him.

When Eskel wakes up and finds that Jaskier isn’t in the room anymore—and how the fuck did he sleep through the bard getting his up and packing up his things—it’s almost a relief. That, at least, is something that he understands. Until he gets downstairs and finds Jaskier waiting for him at the stables, Scorpion and a little bay gelding already saddled up and ready to go.

“There’s a drowner infestation about five miles north of here,” Jaskier says by way of greeting. “They’re only offering a hundred crowns, which is low, but Geralt and I have passed through that area before and I know for a fact that I’ll be able to sing for our suppers and maybe even a place to sleep.”

Eskel blinks at him.

“I’m on my way to Oxenfurt,” Jaskier continues. “You’re welcome to join me, unless you had a destination in mind? There’s always something nasty crawling around in the sewers and the city council knows better by now than to try and underpay witchers when I’m in residence. I’m friends with every whore in the city and I know all the dirty secrets the councilmen don’t want their wives and mistresses to know. Plus, I noticed your delightful horse needs a new saddle and I know just the place.”

Scorpion snorts his agreement, nuzzling at Jaskier’s cheek.

Eskel isn’t sure what his expression is like, but whatever it is makes Jaskier grin. The bard reaches out and pats Eskel on the head with such a look of fondness that Eskel doesn’t know whether to be amused or outraged. People don’t usually touch witchers, never mind casually pat them on the head like they’re schoolchildren who just solved a difficult arithmetic problem.

“Don’t worry, my friend,” Jaskier says cheerfully. “You’ll get used to me. Everybody does. Well, I shouldn’t say everybody. I met a Bear witcher last year who locked me in a barn to get rid of me. Don’t tell Geralt, he’ll fret. Anyway, if we make good time, we’ll make it to town by noon and then—”

Eskel listens to Jaskier chatter as they make their way out of town, watching the other man out of the corner of his eye. He still has no idea what exactly to make of Geralt’s bard. But he’s looking forward to finding out.

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Hello! Are you still doing the 24 touch prompts? If yes, can I request 15 with Eskel and Jaskier, please?

Sorry for the wait!!! ❤️

Jaskier and Eskel 15 - gently kissing the others knuckles 😊.

“Just so you know, it feels really bizarre being on the other side of this particular scenario.” Jaskier commented as he gently manipulated a hand much larger than his own to better assess the damage.

One of the inn patrons had recognised Jaskier even without his usual, grumpy travel companion present. Usually this would be something to make the bard preen like the bird Geralt often compared him to but unfortunately, this same prick chose to heckle him throughout his entire set and then decided to start with the “Witcher’s whore” comments when he’d finished, which had Jaskier ready to give this already rather unbecoming fellow a broken nose to go with his sallow complexion (it wasn’t the insult itself per se, but Jaskier was no Saint and a man could only turn the other cheek so many times in one night). Until a semi familiar blur of black and red beat him to it, and that was apparently how Eskel decided to let the bard know that he was in town.

Luckily for them, the innkeeper saw the sense in not even trying to throw Jaskier out now that one of his non-human companions had made an appearance and hastily agreed that the other had bought it on himself, making no move to try and aid the now unconscious and bleeding man as Jaskier pulled Eskel up the stairs behind him, the Witcher stammering out half an apology although who exactly it was directed to, Jaskier couldn’t say.

That’s how they ended up in their current position in Jaskier’s room, both of them perched on the edge of the bed with Jaskier still keeping hold of Eskel’s hand as he leaned over to grab the small bottle of spirit he used as a disinfectant after proclaiming the others knuckles to be just grazed from the force of his punch.

“I could have told you that about ten minutes ago, Jaskier. It’ll be healed in a couple of hours.” Eskel stated.

“Oh, hush you. What would Geralt say if he found out I left his brother all hurt and bloody? Especially when it happened because he was defending my honour.” Jaskier proceeded to gently dab at the split skin across Eskel’s knuckles, seemingly unaware of how much effort it was taking his patient to not give into temptation and wrap his fingers around the smaller, softer hand in response.

“Like he’s never punched anyone for you before.”

Jaskier gave a huff of a laugh, “He doesn’t have to fight all my battles for me, and neither do you.” He paused to boop the end of Eskel’s nose, “I’m a big boy. I can deal with a few town assholes throwing insults at me. You didn’t have to get involved.”

“Hello Pot, have you met Kettle?” Eskel asked dryly, causing Jaskier to bluster slightly at being called out, “Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to.”

“Oh, I see how it is. It’s fine when you lot say that.” Jaskier smirked, “Done! And...you didn’t have to, but it doesn’t mean I’m not grateful that you did. Thank you for being so gallant, dear Witcher.”

 Eskel felt his face heat up as Jaskier pressed a kiss to his now treated knuckles like he was the love interest in one of those romance stories and not some huge, scarred Witcher,  “Seriously though. Can we get back to the usual dynamic between myself and Witchers? I’m not sure I’m entirely liking this role reversal.”

 

Eskel knocked on the doorframe after purposely making his footsteps louder to give ample warning but even so, Jaskier still flinched where he was sat on the examination table. Curling his now bandaged hands against his chest as best as he could seemingly on reflex.

“Ah, Eskel! Everything alright?” He asked with forced brightness.

“Something we should have asked you much sooner.”  He said gently as he came further into the room, trying to make himself look as small as he could and keeping his movements slow and deliberate. Between the torture and the imprisonment, the last thing he wanted was to make the bard feel trapped again, “May I?” He held a hand out palm upwards between them, leaving Jaskier the choice of whether to close the distance or not.

Jaskier hesitated before reaching out and placing one hand into Eskel’s, the Witcher running the ends of his fingers over skin and linen as delicately as if he were stroking a birds wing. He didn’t know every single detail but he knew enough from the very loud, very animated ‘discussion’ that had occurred between wolf, witch and bard earlier that day and has ended in Jaskier being dragged by the elbow to the infirmary.

“You didn’t tell him anything.”

The wonder in Eskel’s voice must have sounded too much like disbelief, as Jaskier shook his head rapidly in response, “Nothing. I promise I didn’t tell him anything about here, or Geralt, or Ciri. I-”

Eskel gently shushed him, feeling Jaskier's pulse jumping rabbit quick in his wrist underneath his fingers. He was suddenly struck by the desire to press a kiss to the tips of those poor, talented fingers but considering they were currently hidden away under layers of salve and bandage....

He brushed his lips against Jaskier’s knuckles, holding the gaze of wide, blue eyes as he did so and wondering briefly if the hitch in Jaskier’s breathing was a product of his imagination.

“Thank you for being so brave, dear bard.”

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