give your local witcher a hug!
Hi there ♡ Could I request a fluffy Jaskier/Eskel ficlet where Jaskier leaves little notes or poems on towns notice boards and Eskel collects them, following the trail until he comes across Jaskier again. It would be even sweeter if it was a first kiss fic.
Thank you ♡♡ feel free to tweak the idea however you like.
Thank you for the prompt!
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Witcher Wanted
Larger cities were a strange thing. Some of them were more progressive, more open towards the other and willing to treat witchers somewhat kindly. Other times, however, it was quite the opposite. More people meant a potentially bigger mob, should things go south. So when Eskel entered Novigrad, he wasn’t sure what to expect. He kept his shoulders hunched forward, so as to appear smaller and less threatening and kept his hood up to cover his scars. For the most part, people ignored him, which was better than he had hoped for. Still, the longer he went ignored, the more did the hole in his chest grow. It had been so long since he had laughed with his brothers, cuddled with his goat or melted at the sound of Jas-
No. He shook his head, stopping himself from finishing that thought. It was no use reminiscing of the times he had stumbled upon the bright-eyed bard, who looked at him without fear and did all he could to coax a smile from him, as if he didn’t even notice the way his scars would turn his happiness into a grotesque grimace.
It was only when someone gave him a strange look, that Eskel realised that the memory alone had made the corners of his lips twitch upwards.
He had to stop this or he would do something foolish - like abandon his usual route to head to Oxenfurt. Chances were that Jaskier wouldn’t even be there anyway. It was no use to dream about seeing him again. Eskel had to focus. There had been a reason why he had come here. Though big crowds could prove dangerous to witchers, they were also an easy target for all sorts of malevolent creatures. The year thus far hadn’t been kind to Eskel and chances were that he would find a well paying contract in the big city.
He ignored his grumbling stomach and the ache of his tired muscles and led Scorpion to one of the notice boards. That was another thing about larger cities: There were multiple notice boards. If you didn’t find any interesting notes on one of them, you might be more lucky looking for more.
Luck, for once, seemed to be on Eskel’s side. There, right in the middle of the first notice board he checked, hung a piece of parchment - expensive paper, flourishing writing. Clearly, the person who had written it, had coin to spare. And as it would seem, they were willing to use it to pay for a witcher’s service.
Witcher wanted
If a witcher reads this, please come to the Bread and Butter Bakery, as soon as possible. Your assistance is dearly needed.
“Eskel,” Jaskier sighed, plastering himself to Eskel’s broad chest as he arched up for a kiss. Eskel’s lips were cold, his jaw sharp and rough with stubble. Such a solid mountain of a man - Jaskier couldn’t pull him down at all.
“Jaskier,” Eskel murmured against his mouth. Large hands gripped Jaskier’s waist, their strength making him shiver.
Opening his mouth with a purr, Jaskier gave of himself with shameful desperation, clinging to Eskel’s broad shoulders as they kissed ravenously in the entranceway of Kaer Morhen.
“Do they have to do this every fucking year?” Lambert growled, trying to edge past.
Hay! I just read your Eskel is Magic and I love that story and that sweet version of Eskel. Now I need to go through the rest of your fics. ❤️❤️
Hello! Welcomeeee and thank you!
This is such a lovely message to get, and it gives me a chance to tell fic writers out there a few things I’ve learned.
When I posted that fic, the response was not what I hoped. I knew it was a rarepair but it didn’t do as well as my other Jaskel.
I loved the premise but it didn’t catch on right away.
And yet? Two and a half years later, people have steadily found it and are still finding it! It has slowly but surely found it’s audience.
Fic is a marathon, not a race. It is slowly cumulative. There are people who are just discovering this ship. (There are people out there just discovering much older ships like Spirk or Lestat/Louis)
So what I’ve learned is to stop reloading the page every thirty seconds and feeling let down if the kudos don’t flood in instantly. It’s a long game. Keep writing and have faith in the value of your writing NO MATTER the popularity now or ever.
Because even more important than patience is love for your own fics no matter the response.
I ended up writing nine Jaskier x Eskel fics and I love them all because I just love these two together. And that’s the important thing. I reread them myself because ultimately they are comfort for me and so even if it hadn’t found it’s audience, it would have been worth it.
I’m glad they are in the world, and I’m so happy you enjoyed. And I feel that now about my even less read fics. It was a good lesson.
So thanks for the ask and thanks for giving my writing a chance. Xo
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.”
ds, you have to read Spellboundby by FlightsFancy, ilisidi if you like jeskel, it's massive and so good! Just like eskel!
Thanks for the rec!
For those interested, here is the link.
I am a huge sucker for Jaskier x Eskel. I have written quite a bit of it as you guys know, and I miss it!
Look up darlin'
Let me kiss you
Just for old time’s sake
Let me hold you in my arms
One more time
little a modern jaskel,,, as a treat
Not enough jaskel fanart here, so I’m drawing them myself
I saw that one fan art you made of jaskier and eskel and I fell in love with that ship. Dyou have any fic recs for jaskel for someone who's starving for rarepair?
oh man i love the ship but i haven't actually read many fics about them! here's 2 i have bookmarked
if anyone has some good recs feel free to leave them in the replies! :>
Yesss, Eskel/Jaskier is so good! Here are a few fics that came to mind:
In the fifteen years since Geralt first introduced him to Jaskier, Eskel has learned that the bard can write a song about anything, from ditties about Roach’s eyes to epic ballads about battles. Everything seems to inspire him. Everything but Eskel, that is. Not that that bothers Eskel. Not at all.
When Eskel’s goat farm hits hard times, his employee, Deidre, comes up with a brilliant solution: offering goat yoga. Eskel is skeptical at first, but he’s won over by the charming, blue-eyed yoga instructor, Jaskier, and his collection of colorful leggings.
The vicious, hateful, anti-witcher pamphlet Monstrum was used to whip up townsfolk to attack Kaer Morhen. These people, along with several mages, slaughtered almost every witcher who lived and trained there. (This is book/videogame canon)But. What if. Jaskier is a royal scribe at that time. It’s his first day as a scribe and his first assignment is to copy Monstrum over and over again. He doesn’t know what a witcher is, but it still doesn’t sit right with him. But what can one simple scribe do?
A collection of Eskel/Jaskier prompts.
"You don't even know my name." "Don't need it," Jaskier gasps, "not unless you want to tell me. It's not like I'll ever be able to forget you." He pauses, and his eyes shine with mischief when he says, "Unless you're a shit lay, of course."
Jaskier is curled on their bed above the blankets, legs tucked into his chest, cuddling what looks to be one of Eskel’s sweaters. He must have fallen asleep watching tv again, and the quiet sounds of Say Yes To The Dress play softly in the background. Eskel places his spaghetti on the bedside table, then climbs onto the bed next to Jaskier and leans in to kiss the corner of his boyfriend’s mouth, running a hand up and down the smaller man’s back.
There's an assassin haunting the Continent. No one knows their name, everyone - that is, everyone in the know - calls them The Specter. If you want a rival out of the way, a political opponent disposed of, or a strategic target taken out, contacting The Specter gets the job done.
If i may step in and self promote a little?
Just a warning this first one is really sad but heartfelt.
Jaskier is on the last night of his life. His old age finally catching up with him. Eskel stays by his husband's side as he passes peacefully surrounded by loved ones.
Jaskier meets his soulmate in an unexpected way.
My works
I consume a lot of work in the Witcher fandom (#LongtimeLurker 😬) and occasionally contribute to it (actual image of me writing: 🐌). I recently discovered how to record podfics, which I really enjoy because each feels like a valentine to someone who lovingly sprinkled a bit of themselves onto my day and made it better.
Anyhoo… it’s not a long list, but here’s what I’ve been up to:
Fanfics:
- May I? (Scenes from a few days in the lives of Eskel and Jaskier, from first meeting to first kiss. Featuring gorgeous art by @firefly-party!)
- A Little Bit of Magic (WIP continuation of May I? Eskel and Jaskier enjoy a morning together and discover a little bit of magic.)
Podfics:
- Your Way is So Far by Lunacosas ~70min (Geralt and Jaskier have parted ways for the winter, even though it's not what either of them really wanted to do. Eskel, traveling north, bumps into Jaskier and invites him to come to Kaer Morhen. Link to original! And link to @lunacosass here on tumblr!)
- Warmth Without Fire by Shinybug ~40min (In the frozen, lonely halls of Kaer Morhen, Jaskier finds warmth in the most unexpected and unlikely of places: with Geralt. Link to original!)
- Try Me by Descarada ~40min (Eskel owns a children's bookshop. It has been a year since the accident, and he is still working on his new normal. Jaskier visits the shop once a week to lead singalongs for the children. This is the story of how Eskel takes a chance on a flirtatious, nerdy, children's musician on Christmas Eve. Link to original! And link to @fangirleaconmigo here on tumblr!)
- The Verse is Sweet by kuripaaan ~10min (Jaskier demands that Geralt list his top five kisses. The answer is not what Jaskier expected. Link to original! And link to @kuripon here on tumblr!)
Folks check out these fics and podfics, one of which is of one of my fics!! I’m still in awe about this 😭♥️♥️♥️ thank you!
I'm losing my mind, folks. I went home early, and was just gonna have a boring night putting away laundry. But then I got a notification...
No one has ever done that for me before! I'm beside myself!
It's for Try Me, my Jaskier x Eskel Christmas fic (Eskel nation rise) where Eskel is the owner of a children's bookshop and Jaskier is a musician who comes in and sings to the kids. Eskel is harboring a huge crush on Jaskier, but hasn't had the confidence to date anyone since his accident. But Jaskier is harboring a secret of his own, that might just surprise him.
Go listen to it! It sounds so frickin professional and beautiful and LOVELY. I just sat and listened with a smile on my face. It's like a warm bath.
It's the perfect length for a little bon bon of a story (just under 40 minutes). Listen to it while you're driving! Doing chores! Whatever! Then go give them kudos and a comment and a follow if you enjoyed it.
We fic writers know what it is to labor over something for love, and what an honor it is when someone does it for us!
I feel love in this Chilis tonight.
Found the pod fic’er (is there a word for that?) on tumblr. It’s @toomanymuffins , who writes her own lovely Jaskel fics.
Thank you so much dear!! ♥️♥️♥️
I'm losing my mind, folks. I went home early, and was just gonna have a boring night putting away laundry. But then I got a notification...
No one has ever done that for me before! I'm beside myself!
It's for Try Me, my Jaskier x Eskel Christmas fic (Eskel nation rise) where Eskel is the owner of a children's bookshop and Jaskier is a musician who comes in and sings to the kids. Eskel is harboring a huge crush on Jaskier, but hasn't had the confidence to date anyone since his accident. But Jaskier is harboring a secret of his own, that might just surprise him.
Go listen to it! It sounds so frickin professional and beautiful and LOVELY. I just sat and listened with a smile on my face. It's like a warm bath.
It's the perfect length for a little bon bon of a story (just under 40 minutes). Listen to it while you're driving! Doing chores! Whatever! Then go give them kudos and a comment and a follow if you enjoyed it.
We fic writers know what it is to labor over something for love, and what an honor it is when someone does it for us!
I feel love in this Chilis tonight.
some soft jaskel to dust off my acc…
I've been hoarding several sketches and pics lately bc i can't get myself to post them anywhere.
Next weekend i'm off for vacation 🏝️🏝️🏝️ and i hope i'll be able to get over being so damn self conscious all the time 😊
Also this pic is dedicated to @witch-witcher-witchlesschless ❤
Looking for a fic for someone else!
Jaskier meets one of the Witchers (likely either Lambert or Eskel) and ends up befriending them, he stays at their safe house cottage. There may have been chickens and maybe a goat? The cottage might get burned down by anti-Witcher people near the end.
I wrote one like that with Jaskier x Eskel called Eskel is Magic. So maybe that one? He helps him with Lil Bleater then Eskel takes refuge with him from anti-witcher people. However, the thing that burns down is a printing house not the cottage.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eskel/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eskel (The Witcher), Omega Jaskier | Dandelion, Part-Elf Jaskier | Dandelion, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Near Death Experiences, Pre-Slash, Pre-Relationship, First Kiss, Soft Eskel (The Witcher), Eskel Has Self-Esteem Issues (The Witcher), Language Barrier, Language of Flowers, Netflix-Canon Jaskier | Dandelion, Book-Canon Eskel (The Witcher) Summary:
The thing is, Eskel honestly hadn’t meant for the flower to mean anything special.
It’s just… the half-elf had looked so miserable. And Eskel had wanted to do something to make him look a little less miserable. In the week they’d been traveling together, Eskel had managed a single sentence in broken Elder… and had learned that the only word his new companion seemed to know in Common was ‘no.’ The first time he’d said it, and Eskel had stopped whatever it was that he’d been doing, he’d looked so confused—like he’d expected to be ignored. Eskel had wanted to comfort him, to reassure him, but he hadn’t known how. He had remarkably little experience with comforting—but even if he did, nothing could’ve prepared him for this.