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This is a side blog for Eskel/And other witcher related content, I will have oc work as well as reader insert.
i interpret eskel as naturally a gentle person and view his experience as a witcher as one with a lot of internal conflict. he is dedicated to the work of being a witcher, but is repeatedly heartbroken by the experience of being one
eskel had an extremely difficult time coping with the physical changes that came with the trial of the grasses. stronger, tougher, scarier. the world now viewed him as an emotionless monster and that gentleness inside became disguised by a witcher’s mask. his significant facial scarring only intensified this experience.
he resents the power dynamic that becoming a witcher created, and so, puts a lot of energy into monitoring himself. this looks like being extremely careful with the world around him (people, but especially animals), appearing quiet/reserved, and generally nonemotional. i actually headcanon that eskel’s magical talent is due to the vice-like control he keeps over himself (emotionally, physically, mentally). eskel is stuck in his head ensuring he doesn’t unduly hurt someone or something. it is his instinct to care for others, but most struggle to see past the glowing yellow eyes and disfigured smile. this keeps him at an arms length from the world, despite his longing for deeper connections.
this power dynamic doesn’t exist with other witchers, and is why he is most comfortable with his brothers. wintering in kaer morhen is incredibly important to him, even more so than to others, because it’s when he can actually take the mask off. a different side of eskel emerges in kaer morhen. he’s more relaxed and open. he feels understood, especially by geralt who knew him before the trials, and can finally let go of the tension of living in dissonance (i also headcanon losing vesemir was the hardest on eskel, primarily due to the loss of kaer morhen, his home and the place he felt safest)
additionally, unless he’s on a contract or his life is threatened, i think eskel rolls over pretty easily. eskel will swallow a lot before snapping, internalizing very deeply. this creates a cycle of avoidance (running from diedre anyone?) he is so disturbed by the potential of harming others with his actions, he ends up harming them with non-action. he learns this lesson over and over again, it’s his biggest flaw
eskel is a sheepdog made into a wolf. he wants to be a sheepdog, tries to be, but still, the sheep run scared
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Update
Labour? Is getting an overhaul i have no idea when i'm going to update it, because i've been sitting on it for months with no ideas.
but it's not abandoned...i hope. I'm a terrible planner and a pantser to boot.
Now I have to decide whether to create a new work for Labour? on ao3 or just edit the existing chapters.
SUMMARY:
After the disastrous dragon hunt, Jaskier decides he's done with witchers altogether. Naturally, Destiny disagrees.
EXCERPT:
Travelling with Eskel was a direct contrast to travelling with Geralt. Where Geralt had been sharp, Eskel was soft. Geralt grunted and barked orders, Eskel made suggestions and offered compromises. Geralt’s idea of a story was “Fought a monster, killed it, got paid.” Eskel gave him so many details that Jaskier actually had to ask him to slow down in his storytelling so that Jaskier could write them all down.
Apparently, Jaskier had a thing for communication. Who would’ve guessed?
a Jaskel fic for the masses because why not
I was supposed to be working on a s4 geraskier fic but it didn't want to cooperate, so I started playing with this old WIP instead, and I guess these guys just really wanted to be written.
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A/N: Hello lovely readers! I live! I know it has been ages since I last posted. Life has been kind of hectic lately and writing has always been my go-to healthy-ish coping mechanism. I just need to mentally get away for a little while. A mental vacation if you will. So I’m going to be working on some of the requests that I have collected over time. This was an anon request from years ago. I am sorry that it has taken me this long. I doubt that the requester is even on my page anymore, but if they happen to see it in the future, I just want to say thank you. Thank you.
Pairings: Eskel x Reader
Summary: You had always regarded Eskel as a larger man. It was the combination of the witcher mutagens and your somewhat short stature. He was like a bear next to you. And despite his usual politeness around other people, he had no qualms about pointing out the differences between the two of you, much to your dismay. That is until the encounter with the amulet.
Or, “can u write an eskel x short!reader? (established romantic relationship). so eskel always teases the reader for being short, but then he is cursed and shrinks to the height of like two inches or smthn? i thought it would be funny lol and the reader would look after him, but also tease him lmao. could it be a long one shot? if not, it's totally fine! :) i rlly like ur writing!”
Word count: 2,012
Warnings: light cursing
“What are you doing at this hour?”
The baritone sound of Eskel’s voice from the doorway almost made you fall to the ground. It was your death grip on the cabinet shelves which saved you from your end. “Eskel!” You did not mean to sound so rude with him but he nearly scared the life out of you. “What are you doing here?”
“I could say the same to you.” He entered the room with a little smirk on his lips that you simply wanted to tear off his face. “Do you require assistance, my sweet sparrow?”
Your feet were up on the wooden counters. Your hands were gripped tightly onto the shelves; nails digging into the grains there.Yet, you could still not reach the jar of cinnamon on the top shelf. The Keep was built for giants. That was simply the only explanation there was.
“I can do it myself, thank you very much.” You could not keep the pout from your lips if you tried. You would make yourself a cup of hot cocoa with a nice garnish if it was the last thing you did.
“Please don’t hurt yourself.”
Ignoring the witcher, you turned away from Eskel and continued your climb. It was just barely out of your reach. If only you had a little more to your height or something to step onto. There was the bottom shelf of course, but it was a little high off the ground for your liking.
“No,” Eskel began before you even lifted your foot. “My sweet sparrow.” He reached up to the top shelf with only the slightly leaning on the tips of his toes. There was barely a struggle for him. He didn’t even have to scale any of the countertops. “Here. Is this what you desired?”
You snatched the jar of cinnamon from his hands and crossed your arms. From here, you could look down on him. It was amusing to see the top of his nose for once. Or the part in his hair. He looked different from here. Smaller. Cuter even. You saw the appeal.
“Can I get you down now?”
“I quite like it here actually. I might just stay up here.”
“Enjoying the views from up there?” Eskel hugged your legs and laid his cheek against your chest. He peered up to you through his lashes. You had never noticed how long they were or the way they curled up like a swish of a paint brush.
It was difficult to hide your smile, especially from Eskel. “It’s very nice. Have I ever told you how handsome you look from up here? I should hang around here more often.”
“Please get off the counter before you hurt yourself,” he pleaded. “I’m afraid I’ll forget about an open window and the breeze will blow you away.”
It was instinctual the way you smacked him over the head. The wince that he gave you was playful, the offended look on his face dimmed by the smirk tugging the corner of his lips. “Oh, please,” you remarked. “I’m a fully grown human, you know. A breeze will not take me away. Really, I belong here.”
Eskel kept grinning up at you. “Really?”
You nodded.
“Well, what about a storm?” With that, he picked you up off the countertop and began spilling you around in circles in the kitchen. His legs worked quickly, his footwork that of a dancer’s. Around and around and around you went until you were dizzy with it.
“Put me down this instant!” You giggled, smacking him in the shoulder.
Eskel settled and gently placed you back on the floor. He peered down at you with the softest of expressions. A fire with slowly burning embers nestled by ash was the only accurate comparison you could make to the look on his face.
“I think you belong here much better.”
“On the ground?” You raised a brow at that.
“In my arms.”
*****
There was a lot that was stored in the Keep: old tomes in long forgotten languages, trinkets from far off regions, and coins from long past civilizations to name a few. You adored looking through the old storage rooms after training in the courtyard. Who knows what treasures you might find in the dust?
The other witchers may moan and groan at having to clean out the rooms once a season, but you enjoyed the process. There was so much to see and look through. Like, for example, this amulet that you had come across in an old chest with a picked out lock. It was such a brilliant blue like the color of the sea near the shore. It shone with an internal light that just made you want to hold it close to your chest.
“May I have this?” You asked Eskel and by extension Vesemir who was dusting shelves nearby.
“Let me have a look at that.”
You handed over the necklace to the old witcher, watching the way his eyes looked it over. Vesemir was cautious in his observations. He held the amulet close to his chest and when his medallion didn’t hum, he returned the necklace to your hand.
“If it’s cursed, it’s a fairly harmless one,” Vesemir summarized. “Won’t kill you.” He shrugged and returned to his shelf.
“Oh, that’s lovely.”
“So, I’ll be taking that.” Eskel snatched the necklace from your hand before you could clasped it around your neck.
“What the hell, Eskel?! I found it first.”
“Mild curse, remember?” He held up the amulet to prove his point. The moment he did so, a ray of light from the stone like summer sunshine over a running river. Where one moment ago stood a scarred witcher, the next he was gone.
“Eskel!” you screamed, rushing over to where he once stood.
“My boy!”
There, on the stone floor stood a very disgruntled witcher with his arms crossed over his chest. Only, now he was the size of a forefinger.
“Mild curse?” came Eskel’s voice from the ground. “Mild? Is it going to wear out on its own or will I need to travel to find an anecdote?" To make his point, Eskel walked towards you on very little legs. By the time he climbed up onto your shoes, you could tell he was even more angry than before seeing as it took him a solid two minutes to do so.
“Oh, Eskel. You’re adorable.” You bent down and picked him up by the collar of his shirt so as to not hurt his little form. “You’re like a doll, darling.”
There didn’t seem to be any damage to his physical form. It seemed that all the amulet had managed to do was reduce his size. Eskel was still able to use his magics and his strength was relative to his size. He could lift silverware and trinkets, and even an empty tankard if he really, really tried. The biggest damage was that to his pride.
Personally, you thought he was adorable. Eskel had always been good looking. The board shoulders. The brown hair. The smile that had your heart beating like a desperate pounding and your face flushed like a summer’s noon. But like this, he was just darling. He was so little he could fit into the palm of your hand and have room to spread out his arms and legs. Much to his dismay.
“It’s really not harmful,” Vesemir repeated for the umpth time that day. “The amulet could have done a lot worse. There’s one laying around somewhere that would’ve given you a monkey’s tail and bat wings. We would have to cut those off of you.”
“I think you’re perfect like this.” You placed Eskel down on the dining hall table and brought over a sweet bun from the kitchen. “I mean, just look. Who wouldn’t love a bun twice the size of them?”
Eskel tore off a crumb. The sugar crystals were the size of his palm now. He did have to admit that was nice. “Is this what you have to manage everyday?”
“I could crush you under my thumb and we’d be none the wiser, my love.”
The threat did nothing to deter the shit-eating grin on his face. He ate his crumbs of sweet bun and crossed over the span of the table to where Vezemir was telling to the hearth. “How long do you think this will last?”
Vesemir sighed. “Another hour? The night? Daybreak? Who knows?”
You giggled. “Oh won’t that be lovely, darling?”
Eskel rolled his eyes. “You are enjoying this far too much for my liking.”
“Taste of your own medicine is what I think it is. You deserve this, my love.”
Eskel went back to you. He placed his small palm on your forefinger and peered up into your eyes. “I was not this eager, my sweet sparrow.”
“Horseshit.”
Vesemir chuckled, audible and swine-like. “I’ll leave you two to it.
*****
Evening arrived with the brisk wind of the season and Eskel was still no taller than an inkpot. He had not grown in the time that had transpired and there was no signs that he would begin to do so in the coming hours. With that in mind and really nothing to do but wait, you decided that it was simply time to get ready for bed.
“Oh, may I please, please carry you in my pocket,” you begged the small witcher with stars in your eyes and a quiver to your lips. Had you not already been sitting down, you would’ve gotten on your knees and pleaded.
“What’s wrong with me being on your palm?”
“What if I dropped you?” you replied, making the gesture with your hands. “You’d surely be hurt by such a fall. It is much safer if I had you in my pocket.”
Eskel was skeptical to say the least but when you opened up your hand for him to step on, he did so without complaint. He climbed into the top pocket of your tunic and used your collar for support lest he falls.
“Come morning, if you’re still this size I’ll make you a teaspoon of porridge." You began scaling the staircase to your quarters, making sure to even out your steps so Eskel was not shaken too much in your pocket. “Or would that be too much for you?” you teased. “A proper feast for my darling witcher.”
“Well, are you able to finish a spoonful or do you get full with only a taste? Otherwise, I’ll have to fill a thimble for your breakfast.”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “You’re one to talk when you’re this size. You make it out to be as if I were a mouse or some small fae. I’ll have you know, Eskel, that I am of a perfectly average s—!”
There was a shift in the air as if an oncoming storm had overtaken the skies. One moment you were turning the corner towards your room, the next you were stumbling downwards face first towards the floor. Yet instead of landing on the unforgiving stone of the Keep, you were met with a much more forgiving chest.
“But you fit right into the palm of my hand.”
“Oh bugger off. I was having a grand time and you had to go and ruin it.” You pouted up at Eskel. His arm was a comfortable weight around your waist as you raised yourself up to look at him. “I preferred it when you were small.”
“When I was your size?” He smiled, touching the tip of your nose with his forefinger.
You swatted his hand away not unkindly. It was hard to hide the grin tugging on the corner of your lips like strings to a marionette. “You were more fun when I could fit you into my pocket. “
“I prefer being like this much more.” He held you tightly and you couldn’t help but hold him back.
I wrote a lambert-centric Eskel/Lambert/Geralt fic
it's the perfect mix of 2k light angst, 2k hurt/comfort, 2k smut and about 1k casual aftercare, Lambert gets called 'baby' every three paragraphs because I said so and I wrote it for @hailhailsatan so you know it is going to be soft and fluffy on the inside!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I really like the idea that Lil Bleater is more than meets the eye. It looks like a goat, sounds like a goat, behaves like a goat... Mostly. It is some kind of sentient entity that could kill monsters and powerful mages if it wanted to, but it likes being cared for by a witcher. Still, it likes to mess with other witchers by allowing them just a tiny glimpse of truth. Vesemir very wisely ignores all signs, going by logic of "it doesn't bother me, I don't bother it, no need to stir up shit". Lambert is on a personal mission to prove to everyone that the goat is a demon. Nobody believes him, of course. Geralt just finds Lil Bleater disturbing, but can't explain it. Enough to be suspicious, not enough to believe Lambert. Eskel thinks his family are a bunch of idiots, how could this lovely baby be anything but an absolutely adorable little girl. He doesn't notice that the goat lives longer than any goat possibly could. And if Lil Bleater eats Lambert's underwear right after Lambert successfully pranked Eskel? That's just a smart animal and pet loyalty.
Lil Bleater would absolutely kill for her witcher. In fact, on a few occasions that Eskel lost consciousness during hunts, she killed monsters before they could kill Eskel.
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion/Lambert, Eskel/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion/Vesemir, Jaskier | Dandelion/Witchers
Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Foursome - M/M/M/M, Fivesome - M/M/M/M/M, Witchers Have Feelings (The Witcher), Kaer Morhen’s Fanon Hot Springs (The Witcher), Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Protective Witchers (The Witcher), Protectiveness, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jaskier | Dandelion, Alpha Eskel (The Witcher), Alpha Lambert (The Witcher), Alpha Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Alpha Vesemir (The Witcher), Weird Witcher Religion, Everyone has heard of Witchersexual Jaskier, Now for Jaskiersexual Witchers, Literally they are all kind of obsessed with Jaskier, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Rituals, Group Sex, Voyeurism, consensual voyeurism, Teenage Witchers, Canon-Typical Violence, Soft Witchers (The Witcher)
Summary:
Witchers used to have omegas, back in the old days, before the raids and the pitchforks. Vesemer remembers it fondly. The laughter, the warmth. Kaer Morhen meant more than just protection for the winter. He remembers the excitement, adding up the days in his head, counting down until he could come home. The long days of the path turned short as winter crept over the continent. Desperate for the warm arms of an omega, one that doesn’t stink of fear.
It didn’t matter now. They were all gone. The Witchers. The omegas. It was only him now. Vesemir and his boys. Eskel, Lambert, and Geralt.
It was hard, though. When the nights got long and the cold darkness of the keep seemed even colder. The boys became restless, he became angry, and it always felt like something was missing. Something softer. Something to round out their sharp edges.
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Instead of Witchersexual Jaskier, I give you Jaskiersexual Witchers! Enjoy :)
