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Netflix!Eskel
Series
Broken Paths and Fallen Cities (witcher x witch series)
-To Any Semblance of Touch
-Down A Chilling Hall, A Fire Grows*
-To Survive is to Suffer
-To Follow the Heat of the Flame
-Sober Thoughts Spoken By Intoxicated Lips
-What’s Lost Cannot Be Found, But Can Be Forged
-Of Mornings Soft and Delightful
-Mischievous Encounters in Unfortunate Places*
-Beneath the Willow I Fall
-With Love Will Come Worry
-Before A Collapse
-A Convergence of Cataclysmic Sorts (prelude to series)
Headcanons/Drabbles
-NSFW Alphabet*
Asks/Requests
1 | 2 |
Netflix!Coen
Series
Coen x single mom!reader
part 1 | part 2
Dettlaff
Headcanons
-SFW Alphabet
Asks/Requests
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
Regis
Asks/Requests
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
Vernon Roche
Asks/Requests
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
Witchers (Lambert, Geralt, Eskel)
-kinks (*NSFW)
dad!Witchers (Lambert, Geralt, Eskel)
in chronological order
-dad!witchers find out they are expecting
-dad!witchers x pregnant!reader
-dad!witchers deal with pregnancy cravings
-dad!witchers deal with labor
-dad!witchers with their newborns part 1
-dad!witchers with their newborns part 2
-dad!witchers with their newborns part 3
-dad!witchers being called “dada” for the first time
-dad!witchers kiss a booboo
-dad!witchers and tantrums
-dad!witchers and the Cuddle Your Toddler Challenge
-dad!witchers and nighttime
-dad!witchers and dad reflexes
-dad!witchers try to get them to eat veggies
-dad!witchers and the first pet
-dad!witchers and breakfast in bed
-dad!witchers and getting interrupted
-dad!witchers braid their daughters’ hair
-dad!witchers and the first date
Others
-Vesemir gives the pups bowl cuts
-Vesemir Meets Nadia (Eskel’s daughter)
-Triss Marigold Ask (kiss prompt)
-1200 Followers Celebration Masterlist
-Unlikely Allies (The Wither + Red Dead Redemption 2 crossover)
A/N: @shit-i-say-shit-i-think requested a fic with dad!witchers and I'm a softy for big old scary looking dilfs who are actually great dads. I just had to write this domestic fluff. Although, don't get used the the fluff. :D
Pairings: Lambert x Mother!Reader
Summary: Lambert faces fatherhood like he faces any other thing. Head on.
Word count: 1,730
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort,
You, Lambert, and your two kids could have honestly appeared like any other village family. You could have passed as a kindhearted baker from afar; Lambert a sturdy blacksmith with a heart made of gold. The parents of two rowdy children that could never seem to get along. If no one decided to look too closely, the four of you looked like anyone else.
However, if one took a look for longer than a second, they would see that you four were the farthest from normal. Besides the obvious glow of Lambert’s eyes and the swords he keeps laying around the house, you weren’t exactly the normal village type either. You were an oddball to put it nicely. Two small children and unmarried, it was unheard of. Then there was the conversation of your children’s biological father. Who had seemed to leave you a great sum of money if your home and gardens were anything to go by.
“I’m going to be a mage when I grow up!” your ten year old daughter yelled from the top of what she deemed as her hay bale. “I’ll be just like Daddy.” She bounced up and down the hay bale, her father’s scarf wrapped snugly around her neck.
Your former lover was a rogue mage who did not join any brotherhood. He rejected the very idea of mages using their powers to benefit greedy kings and instead chose to use his powers for the betterment of the common people. He came from a wealthy family yet chose to travel to small villages to help its residence. If only more mages saw his way instead of turning their backs on him, your children might have still had their father.
“Then let’s see your Chaos, Chanachai!” Lambert yelled from the fields where he helped with your crops. His arms flexed in their linen confines, the very muscle under his skin what you had used for your revenge. “I could use some help with your old Magpie.”
Chanachai stuck her tongue out at Lambert who let out a chuckle from deep within his throat. “Mages don’t garden, Lambert. They attend court and pretty balls with knights and swords!” Having proved Lambert wrong, Chanachai ran up and down the hay bale without breaking a sweat. “Daddy told me himself.” Her scarf flew behind her as she ran through the unharvested fields.
Your son, Nattasit who was less adventurous, practically clung to Lambert’s side as he attempted to help you with harvest. The boy had spent most of the afternoon by Lambert’s side, carefully observing him as he chucked corn and cut squash from vines. Nattasit knew not to get in the way, but when you offered to teach him how to help on old Magpie he quickly ran back to Lambert’s side. Old Magpie was just too big and scary for him. Horses were just among the many things that scared your six year old.
“But, Chana, Papa told you to help him with Magpie,” Nattasit told his older sister who decided the best way to spend her time was climbing atop and trying to balance on your fence.
“Papa didn’t tell me anything. Lambert just admitted he can’t handle Magpie.” She stuck out both her hands to balance on the fence post. Seeing your concern, she stood on one foot to tempt fate.
“Get down from there before you get hurt,” you scolded from Magpie’s side. The old mare snorted in agreement. The girl ignored both your and Magpie’s concern and trotted along the fence without concern. The autumn breeze didn’t even seem to bother her despite you shivering in your layers. She seemed to be made of the very thing that kept trees warm and alive during winter. Something entirely of the earth.
“She’ll be fine,” Lambert waved off your worry, a knowing smirk stretching across his face. “If she keeps that up, she’ll be a little witcher in no time.”
At Lambert’s words, Chanachai quickly leapt off the fence with indignation. “I’m not going to be a witcher.” She marched up to Lambert among the crops and promptly crossed her arms. “I’m going to be a mage like Daddy.”
Nattasit’s grip on Lambert’s leg tightened. Lambert merely ruffled his head of dark hair and stood straight to address Chanachai. “I’ve been alive for quite some time and I’ve never seen a mage pull of the tricks you just did. That, there, my little witcheress, was all witcher.”
“Mages could do tricks too. Daddy knew how to do all sorts of jumps and flips.” Her brown eyes seem to aglow with her excitement. “He taught them to me himself. He would take me to the hills behind the village and teach me the tricks where the ground was still soft.” To demonstrate, Chanachai did a cartwheel that just missed your prized lettuce patches. “See? Mages can do tricks just like witchers. Probably better ones too! Daddy could beat you without even having to call upon Chaos.”
Lambert merely laughed at Chanachai’s antics but Nattasit had other ideas. Leaving the protection of Lambert’s side, he approached his sister with barely contained nerves. “I’m going to be a witcher,” Nattasit said with a level of confidence not reflected in his stance. “Just like Papa.”
“Why would I want to be a silly witcher?”
Chanachai’s tone did nothing to placate Nattasit. “You take that back.” He seemed more upset than before, balling up his little hands into tight fists. “Why do you even want to be a mage? Why not a witcher like our Papa? He kills scary monsters and comes home to help Mama every day.”
“Lambert’s your Papa, not mine. My Daddy’s a real mage with incredible powers. He looks like me too, Mama said so herself.” Chanachai pointed to her face, her brown skin tinted pink from the cold. “I have his nose and his personality. I’m just like him. He used to take me swimming and when we would race, I would beat him every time.”
“He’s no real Daddy,” Nattasit willed back tears. You quickly tied Magpie to a fence point and made your way to intervene. “Papa’s better than Daddy. He taught me how to tie my laces and how to sneak strawberry tarts from Mama. He keeps the nightmare away and makes sure the monsters don’t get anywhere near us. Papa does that, not Daddy.”
Chanachai seemed enraged by Nattasit’s stance on the matter. Her shoulders were tense and she kept stomping her foot down on the garden. Your poor sprouting turnips didn’t stand a chance to her assault. “That’s because Daddy’s busy,” she said defensively. “When he comes back he’ll show Lambert who's boss! And then he’ll teach me how to control Chaos just like he promised. He’ll come back and you’ll see. He’s the better Daddy!”
“Then why doesn’t he want to see me?” Tears fell from your youngest and Lambert leapt to action. He rushed to crouch down and hold little Nattasit in his arms. For once the boy did not want to be contained. Nattasit bashed and pushed at Lambert’s arms, but the six year old’s strength was no match for the witcher’s. “Why hasn’t he come back?” Nattasit sobbed, his cries ugly things as snot dripped down from his nose and his voice grew so hoarse it was hard to understand his words. “Why doesn’t he want to teach me how to swim or show me tricks too? What did I do wrong? I want to meet him too.”
Then, so softly you could barely hear from two rows of beanstalks away, Nattasit whispered, “If I went away, would he come see you? Did he leave because he didn’t want me?”
Lambert tried to soothe the boy in his arms like a wild animal ensnared in a trap. His hand rubbed Nattasit’s back to calm Nattasit from his fit. His voice was hushed, not accusatory or dismissive. “No one wants you to go away, Natt. We want you right here with us.” Nattasit wrapped his arms around Lambert. He held as tight as he could but his arms were too short to encompass Lambert entirely. Chanachai made up the rest of her way with her arms.
“Yeah, we want you with us.” Chanachai watched her little brother, “You could be a witcher or a mage, Daddy would love you either way.” At that, Nattasit raised his face where it had been hiding against Lambert’s neck. His teary eyes were full of life at the prospect of his Daddy’s approval.
“He would?”
Chanachai nodded eagerly, “He would. Just wait till he comes back. He’s going to love you as much as he loves me.” Then, taking a look at how Lambert had reacted so quickly to Nattasit’s needs, Chanachai added, “Lambert loves us just as much if not more, and he’s not even our real Daddy.”
“But Papa is,” Nattasit defended, wiping away his snot and tears against Lambert’s shirt. “He’s our real Papa.”
“Nuh-Uh!”
“Is too.”
Before another fight could break out, you settle down on the ground next to the trio. You laid a gentle hand on Nattasit’s back and wrapped Chanachai’s scarf that had loosened while she played. You took in your little family and how they had grown. Nattasit had only been a baby and Chanachai had only turned five when their Daddy didn’t come back. How time had passed right before your eyes without you noticing?
“How about you two have both?” you tried, giving them a smile that matched their own. “Daddy is both your real Daddys, and Lambert is both your real Papas? That way no one gets left out.”
Nattasit who was tuckered out and holding Lambert’s shoulder like he would a pillow nodded with a sleepy smile. Chanachai had to consider for a moment. She looked at you and then at the two that her little brother and Lambert made. She saw how easily he fitted in Lambert’s arms. How easily Nattasit slept when Lambert was around when she still remembered the nights where he would scream endlessly at the littlest sound.
Quietly, Chanachai nodded, “Daddy would still be my Daddy, right?”
“Of course.”
“No one could replace him. Not even Lambert.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
Then a pause where Chanachai smiled and again, it was mirrored. “Then you can be my Papa too.”
Hey! I found your blog recently and I love it (you made me start shipping Vipurr as well). If prompts are still open, I would like to suggest fluff #40, I want a baby. Idk as soon as I read that I immediately thought of Lambert/Aiden. Imo Lambert would actually be an amazing father but he would def be worried he’d fuck it up at the beginning. Either way, thanks for reading this and love your work, have a great day! ❤️
Hi, Anon. This is a bit of a cheat, I guess? I may reblog later and add a lil’ side with Aiden, but I’ve written Dad!Lambert and I’m still really happy with how it turned out.
Background: Lambert accidentally acquires a child surprise. This snippet comes from his first night home after bringing his child - Cal - up the Witcher’s Trail.
Feathers and Starlight: Chapter 2
Kaer Morhen was cold. Lambert had forgotten about that. After a while, the constant niggle of discomfort faded into the background. The first few years after the Pogrom were difficult. The transition from a castle full of people to one void of life had been harrowing; he'd barely slept those first few dark winters. The castle was noisy too; it howled, and it creaked, and it groaned. A million spectres given voice by the relentless winds of Morhen Valley. This was a fucking terrifying place for a child. How had he let that slip his mind?
As he lay Caladrius down in the centre of his bunk, Lambert found himself trying to explain the horrors of his home away. Their home. Because this is what he’d condemned Caladrius to. They were in this together now. “S’all good, kid. Just the castle. No ghosts, I promise,” he moved some blankets into a loose horse shoe to prevent the boy from rolling out of bed, “we cleared the few wraiths out years ago. Wraiths happen when the person’s death is bad. There were quite a few - uh, I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
Huge blue eyes watched him, frightened, and he pulled another blanket over for good measure. Eskel appeared in the doorway. “Got everything you need?”
“Yeah, I - uh, we’re all good.” Lambert glanced over his shoulder at the pile of logs by the fireplace to check them for the fifth time. Plenty.
“You know, you can still come and sleep in with us, or I could come and sleep in here. We - .”
“No,” Lambert said quickly. “He cries sometimes, and wakes up for a few hours in the middle of the night. Winter’s meant to be resting time, so this is on me. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Eskel sighed. “Right. Just ask if you need anything. You know we’re opposite.” He wasn’t happy about it, but Lambert was still figuring everything out; it was best to give him space until he had. Reluctantly, Eskel headed back to his room and the waiting arms of Geralt and Jaskier, closing the door quietly behind him.
“Alright. Yeah, right, mhm. This is the easy part, we’re home now,” Lambert looked towards the rafters as a vicious gust rattled the beams, and Cal whimpered. “It’s fine. I’ll be right here. Just here. Like when we were on the Path.” And just like on the Path, he wouldn’t sleep. At least in the sanctity of Kaer Morhen he could meditate, right?
Right.
Kneeling at the end of the bed, Lambert rested his palms flat on his thighs and closed his eyes. Deep breaths. Empty the mind. No - no - not sleep, for fuck’s sake. Try again. Empty the mind. Focus on a single point. Breathe in, breathe out. Heartbeat slowing… and…
“Brbbrr-bbrbb,” said Cal.
Lambert’s eye popped open and he leaned forward on his hands to inspect the blankets. Everything fine. Still in place. No vomit, no shit, no mucus of any kind. Hadn’t managed to find some random fucking rock to shove in his mouth and choke on - happened every five seconds on their journey here - right. And again. The Witcher shook his shoulders and sat back on his heels for the second time. Drawing a deep breath through his nose, he once more teetered on the brink of actual sleep before pulling it back. Breathe in, breathe out - why is the wind so fucking loud - in, out - is he warm enough? Three blankets should be alright - in, out - did I remember to put another linen on his - ?
Cal whimpered as a particularly strong howl whipped down the corridor outside. Lambert’s eyes opened again and his chin dropped to his chest with a long suffering sigh. “Oh, this is some kinda’ - ,” he tilted his head back to glare at the ceiling and the heavens beyond, “if someone is listening - anyone - fuck you.” Another quiet mewl from the bundle of blankets drew his attention back. There was that lower lip quivering again. He didn’t trust himself to actually sleep near the kid - nightmares, accidentally rolling on him, all that shit was a possibility - and clearly an hour or two of meditation was too much to fucking ask, so -
Lambert scooped Cal from the bed and held him close. The babe calmed immediately, face turning into Lambert’s shirt, bright blue eyes closing. For the rest of the night the Witcher paced around his room; every time he sat down his eyes grew heavy, so in the end he just stayed on his feet. Clutched tightly to Lambert’s chest, Caladrius slept soundly, only shifting occasionally with a light snuffle. Fine. This was… doable, right? Witchers could go for months without proper sleep. He’d done it. Perfectly legitimate course of action. Only two weeks since picking Cal up, and he was feeling great.
Lambert stood before his window and watched the sun rise. He’d never felt so out of his depth. But this was his mess, and he was going to fucking well deal with it.
Ask from @the-apprentice-lia : heya! i love your asks for lambert and i just wanted to do one where lambert’s been really overprotective of reader but she’s just been taking it really gently like a champ because she knows what lambert’s been through and then she gets kidnapped!! after lambert gets her back there’s a fluffy lil scene where he’s got his head on his chest and he just tells her how scared he is to lose both of them and all the fluff and angst!! thank you if you decide to write this!! <33
A/N: I changed it up just a tiny bit! I hope you enjoyed this! And happy birthday to you babe!!! And as it wasn't specified which Lambert to use, I chose to do the one I've been using for dad!witchers, so this is based off of game!Lambert :)
Warnings: nothing outside of canon, the regular violence, Lambert being overprotective Lambert, pregnant!reader, slight violence against reader??? But she actually isn’t hurt in this just shook up
“For fuck’s sake, Y/N!” The witcher cried out from behind you.
In desperate need of a bowl that rested just out of your reach, you had stepped up on to a step stool to be able to get the bowl. Your ever protective husband had, of course, walked in only to see you on your tip toes reaching high above your head.
His hands found your sides, urging you to return to the safety of the floor at once.
“How was your nap, my love?” You asked him, turning to face the witcher.
“Oh, it was great until your heart started beating fast. What the hell do you think you’re doing climbing like that?” One of his large hands found your stomach.
“I need that bowl.” You pointed to the top shelf.
“Why? Don’t we have other bowls?”
“We do…. But I just wanted that one.” You smiled sheepishly.
Lambert sighed and shook his head.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He pressed a kiss to your head. “Go sit. I’ll get the bowl.”
“I’m going to make oats with the berries from the garden.”
“I’ll make it for you.”
A part of you wanted to object. You could make oats and berries for yourself. But this was Lambert’s way with dealing with his worries. He thought far too much about what could happen, about what might happen should he let you do anything. Any little thing could be a danger to you and your unborn child. The horrors of his past filled him with anxiety about his future.
“Alright, love.” You kissed his shoulder and moved to sit at the table. “I want honey in it as well.”
“Honey, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, honey, and a little bit of brown sugar.”
You smiled at him, nodding your head.
“You remembered how I liked it.”
“Of course I do. This is all you eat.”
You absentmindedly rubbed your stomach while you waited for him to make your food.
“I’m going to go outside and pick a few more berries, okay?
“Are there any left over from when we went out earlier this morning?” Lambert looked over his shoulder.
“They were my snack.” You stood up, moving to hug him from behind.
“I’ll go out with you-,”
“I love you, Lambert, but it’s okay.” You allowed him to turn around in your arms so he could face you. “A little fresh air won’t kill me.”
“But there might be a wild animal out there.”
“We’ve got a fence around the entire yard.”
He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head softly.
“I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.”
“Nothing will happen to me. I’m safe here.” You leaned up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be just a few minutes.”
“You have five minutes.”
“What if I don’t make it back in those five minutes?” You raised your brows as you took a few steps away from him.
“Then I’m going to come out there and haul you back inside.”
You laughed lightly, shaking your head.
***
The sun was warm as it hit your skin. You swear you’d never grow tired of the pleasant spring weather that this year had brought.
You made your way around the cottage, following the trail that led into the edge of the woods. Lambert didn’t want the garden to be too close to the house as the produce could draw in animals of all kinds.
You hummed to yourself as you rubbed your stomach, your eyes gliding around the edge of the woods.
“I’m tellin’ ya lads! This is the witcher’s home!” A hushed voice spoke.
You furrowed your brow as you neared the woods. Your garden wasn’t very far away from where you were. In fact, you could see the gate to it from where you stood. But instead of being shut and latched, it was wide open.
“Fuck that witcher. He’s a prick.” Another voice spoke.
“You know he’s got a wife too.”
“Fuck her too! The monster fucker and that mutant bastard don’t belong here!”
You could spot three men in your garden, picking the very vegetables and fruits that you had grown yourself!
Your hand came up to your stomach. Instead of confronting them like you wanted to, you knew it would be best to just go get Lambert. He could handle the trio of thieves.
You turned to head towards your home when something rummaged through the bushes next to you, startling you. You jumped and gasped audibly, catching the attention of the three men.
“Hey!”
“Who the fuck is that?”
“It’s her! The mutant fucker!”
You tried to run, to make a mad dash for your house, but those thieves were faster.
An arm wrapped tightly around you, forcing you backwards. A hand slapped over your mouth, forcing you to be silent.
“Now, now, woman. Can’t have you go off to your witcher.” The man spoke in your ear.
“What are we going to do with her?” One of the men asked.
“We could kill her!”
You cried out behind the man’s hand, shaking your head and trying your damnedest to get free.
“No, no. We won’t do that. But perhaps if she were to go missing, the witcher would pay good money for her safe return.” The one holding you chuckled.
“A ransom!”
“Yeah! That’s brilliant.”
You bit the hand that covered your mouth, making the man throw you to the ground.
“Stupid whore!” The man brought his leg back as if he was going to kick you. You tensed up, bringing your arm up to cover your stomach. Just as you were sure you were going to be kicked, a familiar rumble shook the ground and the man was thrown backwards.
Lambert had casted Aard from where he stood just a few feet behind you.
“Witcher!” Someone cried out.
You had no chance to speak to him as he moved quickly to fight the remaining two men, almost effortlessly taking them down.
You couldn’t bring yourself to stand up. You were trembling, shaking with fear and adrenaline. You and your baby had almost been hurt in your own backyard. You just wanted to pick fruit from your garden.
When the threat was eliminated, Lambert knelt down to you. Tears welled in your eyes as you gazed up at him.
“I-I didn’t- I didn’t think anything would happen.” You whispered, shaking your head as you looked past him to the body of the man who had tried to kick you.
Lambert was quick to stop you. With two knuckles beneath your chin, he turned your head back to him.
“Let’s get inside.” He wiped the tears on your cheeks away with the pad of his thumb then kissed your hair, silently reassuring you that he was right there.
***
Your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself as Lambert locked the front door.
“Do you want to sit down at the table, bug?”
“No.” You shook your head. “Will you lay down with me?”
“Of course.” Lambert let you lead the way to the bedroom. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”
“I don’t think so. Just shook up. You got there before anything could happen."
You clambered into bed. Lambert was right behind you, not giving you more than a second to get comfortable before he was trying to suffocate you in the most loving way possible.
"Can you still hear the baby?" You sniffled. You were always a bit jealous that he got to hear your precious little baby's heart beating from inside you. But now you were thankful that you couldn't. If you heard the baby's heart stop-
"Yeah." He nodded. "I.... I can't tell you what I'd do if I couldn't hear them anymore."
“I love you, bug, but that is why I don’t want you going anywhere without me.”
“Shut up.” You turned your head away from him. Now wasn’t the time for him to pull the ‘I told you so’ card.
“Y/N, I’m serious.” Lambert came to rest on his stomach next to you. His hand found your stomach, rubbing soothing circles over your belly. “I-I’ve seen far too much…. too much bad shit happen to people in places where it should have never happened. Nowhere is safe when you’re carrying our child, not unless I am with you.”
You looked at him, nodding your head softly.
He put his head on your chest, closing his eyes for a few moments. Your hand came up to brush through his dark hair.
“For a split second when I saw that ass standing over you…. I thought that I was too late.” His voice was quiet. “I-I thought that I wasn’t…. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to save you or that something had happened to the baby.”
“You made it in time.” You reminded him.
“But I didn’t know that then. And I’ve never felt fear like that in my entire life. I swear, in all my life…. I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“I’m sorry.” You leaned your head down to kiss his forehead.
He shook his head softly.
“I’m just…. I’m glad you’re both okay.” He tucked his nose into your neck. “I can’t lose either of you. I think I’d lose my fucking mind.”
Taglist will be in a set of reblogs because tumblr hates me :)
I don't know why but I'm thinking about the dad!witchers (specifically Lambert) trying to make their kids eat their greens and failing, and now I think you should too 😂
A/N: This literally has been in my box since 2020.... BUT BUT I left it in there because I loved the prompt but nothing ever came to me! Until now :) so uhh to the person who sent this in who is most likely not here anymore lol i am very sorry
Lambert
“Eva! Time for lunch, love!”
“Why don’t you ever call me for lunch?” Lambert grumbled as he took his seat at the table.
“Because you’re already sitting here.” You moved to kiss his head. “And because you can hear me call for Eva.”
“Next time, I won’t come unless you say my name.”
“Is that so?” You laughed. “I didn’t realize I had two toddlers.”
Eva padded into the room.
Lambert pulled the chair beside himself out for her and helped her on to it.
“What’s to eat, momma?”
“First, we have some salad.” You moved around to stand behind her chair so you could pull her messy hair back. “There’s lettuce, a little bit of spinach, broccoli, red peppers, tomatoes, and cheese.”
“What is that?” Eva pointed at her bowl at the piece of spinach.
“It’s spinach, love. It’s like lettuce.”
“Momma’s trying to poison us.” Lambert muttered.
You squeezed his shoulder to make him stop.
“Help her eat if she needs it, Lambert. I need to check the chicken.”
“I don’t want that.” Eva started to push her bowl away but Lambert stopped her.
“You at least have to try a little bite, okay, sweetheart? For momma?”
“No! Momma’s poisoning us!”
You glared at Lambert, who snickered.
“No, ah, no, Eva. She isn’t. Daddy was just joking. Here, look.”
As if to prove a point, Lambert took a big bite of his own salad. He, however, forgot that he didn’t like broccoli and you also forgot to not put them in his salad. So the witcher was stuck forcing it down as his young and impressionable daughter watched him carefully.
“See? It’s good. I promise.”
“It didn’t look good.”
“Just try it.” Lambert picked up her fork and stabbed a piece of lettuce and a piece of spinach, then offered it to her.
Eva hesitated, leaning away momentarily before giving in. She took the bite and chewed a little. She gagged suddenly, putting her hand over her mouth.
You moved towards her, ready to help her should she need it.
Eva didn’t gag again and finished the food.
“That was good!”
“What? You liked it?” Lambert asked her.
“Yeah!” She took her fork from him and began to eat the salad by herself.
He stared at her, confused by how she had reacted. Why had she just gagged if she actually liked it?
“She’s definitely your child.” You told him.
Eskel
You carefully cut the cucumber into thin slices, humming to yourself as you did so.
Outside, you could hear Nadia’s laughter as Lil Bleater chased her around the yard. Eskel was out there keeping a watchful eye on the pair as always. He was probably tending to something else too. Fixing a broken door somewhere or mending a fence that one of the goats or cows barged through.
A few minutes passed before your husband was ushering the youngster inside for a little break.
She sat atop his shoulders, giggling happily.
“Hi, momma!”
“Hi, my love.” You smiled up at her.
“Daddy has me on his shoulders!”
“I see that!”
“I think she’s just about worn all the goats out.” Eskel said.
“Poor goats.” You picked up a piece of cucumber to take a bite. “If only they could wear her down enough for a nap.”
“What’s that, momma?” Nadia asked you.
“Cucumber.” You offered a piece to her, but she hesitated.
“What does it taste like?”
“It’s really good.”
Eskel took Nadia off of his shoulders and placed her on the table instead, then went to wash his hands in the sink. They were a bit dirty and grimy from what he was doing outside.
“Have you ever had a cumber, daddy?”
Eskel turned his head to you as he chuckled.
“Yeah, love. I have.”
“Do you like them?”
“I do.”
“You want one?” Nadia pointed to the plate you had of sliced cucumber on the counter.
“Only if you eat one first.” Eskel reasoned. “You don’t have to like it, but it is good to at least try everything once.”
Nadia looked at the piece you were offering her and took it. The bite she took was probably a bit bigger than what she should’ve taken.
She chewed it up for a moment before her face scrunched up.
“Ew, daddy. It’s gross.”
“You don’t have to eat it, love.” He told her.
She shook her head, but finished the bite nonetheless, swallowing what was in her mouth.
“The texture was squishy. Why was it squishy?”
“Cucumbers are mostly water.” You explained.
“Good job for trying it, love.” Eskel kissed her head.
Geralt
You sat at the kitchen table across from Geralt, chatting with him while Bram played with a few toys in the floor.
“I think we should take a trip to see Vesemir before the first frost.” You told your husband.
He grumbled discontentedly.
“I don’t like to travel with Bram.”
“But he would certainly love it.” You took a bite of celery with peanut butter.
“I wouldn’t. There’s a lot of trouble that could be caused by the right people.”
Bram, as nosey as the very man he was named after, left his toys on the floor and decided to join you both at the table.
Little hands fisted his fathers clothes as he climbed up on to Geralt’s lap. Geralt placed his hand on Bram’s back to provide support should he need it.
“What’ve you got, momma?” The four year old leaned against the table with both hands so he could peer at the plate of celery sticks and the little bowl of peanut butter sitting in front of you.
“Celery and peanut butter.”
Bram held his hand out, signaling he wanted what you had.
“You have to ask if you want something, Bram.” Geralt reminded him.
“Can I have some?”
“Of course you can.” You smiled at him. You weren’t sure how he’d like the vegetable, but you would surely find out within a few moments.
You gave him one of the smaller sticks.
“Try it plain first to see if you like celery. Then if you do like it, you can have some with peanut butter.”
“I like peanut butter.”
“I know.”
Bram studied the celery, furrowing his brow.
“What is it, son?” Geralt asked him.
“Why is it so hard?”
“It isn’t as hard as it feels. Try it.” The White Wolf encouraged.
Bram took a bite. Once the stick crunched between his teeth, he gagged.
“Why is it so crunchy?”
“That’s just how celery is, Bram.”
“Did you like it?” Geralt asked.
“He gagged, love. I don’t think he did.”
Bram stared at the celery again, frowning. You could definitely see Geralt in his features. He was the spitting image of your husband.
Unwilling to admit defeat with the vegetable, Bram took another bite and this time, he didn’t gag. He widened his eyes and looked up at you.
“Mhm! This is good! Taste like…. It tastes like water!”
Hello! May I please request another dad witcher's if you're in the mood to write some? Maybe the first time the babies call them daddy/dada?
A/N: Hi babe!! I'm so sorry this took so long to get to!!
Warnings: mentions of breastfeeding (do i need to put a warning for that)
Lambert
You moved around the kitchen, humming as you straightened things up. You happened to glance into the living room and spot Lambert in the floor with Eva. He held her in his arms, leaning over her as if to blow raspberries on to her tummy.
“What are you doing?” You asked him, stopping to study the scene.
“She’s being a little shit.”
“Watch your mouth. She’s at that age where she could pick up on words.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do.” Lambert sighed, bouncing her up and down just a little. “Say dada.”
“Mama!” She wore the brightest smile on her lips, almost as if she knew what she was doing.
“Dada.”
“Mama!”
“Almost. So close! Just a little different. Dada.”
“Mama!”
Lambert groaned and leaned down to blow a raspberry on her tummy. She erupted into a fit of giggles and laughter.
“I think she likes your little game.” You smiled.
“It’s not a game.” He scowled at you. “This is very serious. She’s been saying mama for like two weeks now.”
“Mama!”
“Maybe she’s just mama’s girl.” You shrugged your shoulders.
Lambert sent you a brief glare.
“Don’t listen to her, Eva. We both know I’m your favorite.” He whispered. “I think the only reason she said mama so soon is ‘cause you feed her boobjuice.”
“Oh gods, Lambert. Never call breastfeeding that ever again, or I will divorce you.” You cringed. Lambert chuckled, then turned his attention back to Eva.
“Can you say dada?”
Eva paused for a moment, almost like she was thinking of trying to figure out what she wanted to say.
“Dada.” Lambert tried again. “You can do it! Dada. Watch my mouth. Da-da! Da-da!”
“Mama!”
“You little shit.”
“Shit.” Eva repeated.
Your eyes widened.
Lambert snickered.
“Well, she’s learning new words. So that’s…. that’s good right?”
You glared at him.
“Da….!” Eva kicked her feet, accidentally hitting his stomach.
“Good girl, Eva!” You praised her before returning to the kitchen.
“At least she didn’t say boobjuice.”
Eskel
Eskel used the back of his hand to wipe the sheen of sweat from his forehead. He paused his work on the fence to your garden for a moment to look in your direction.
You sat comfortably beneath the large oak tree in the yard. Lil Bleater and a couple of the other goats sat around you. In the grass just between your outstretched legs was one-year-old Nadia. She was sitting up on her own, playing with a wooden block she had insisted on bringing outside.
You read to her from a storybook given to her by Jaskier, though Nadia didn’t seem very interested in the book. She was far too focused on her father.
“You should come take a breath, love.” You told him.
Eskel didn’t need much convincing.
“Bleater, if you bust that fence one more time–,”
The elderly goat bleated rather loudly, cutting Eskel off.
He grinned as he laid down in front of you on his stomach. This put him more at Nadia’s level.
“She’ll be sleeping outside.” You rubbed Bleater’s flank. She looked back at you as if she understood, and snorted, though you knew very well that you’d never make the goat sleep outside.
Nadia cooed as she watched Eskel, leaning forward.
“Hi, love.” He smiled at her, reaching out to brush his fingers along the back of her hand.
She giggled, kicking her feet excitedly.
Eskel plucked a small purple wildflower from the ground and offered it to her. Her eyes widened with fascination. She reached out to take the flower.
“Da.” She cooed quietly.
Eskel’s lips parted. His eyes darted back to you, unsure if he heard correctly.
“Nadia, did you say daddy?” You looked down at her.
She was too focused on the purple flower to pay attention to you.
Eskel watched her for a few more moments before tapping her little foot. She lifted her gaze up to meet his, giggling at him.
“Daaa!” She moved to crawl towards him.
Eskel turned over on to his back and pulled her on to his chest.
“Good job, my love.” He kissed her head.
Geralt
You sat in bed reading, your index finger serving as a guide to where your eyes should be. Your dear husband was laying across the bed with Bram between his forearms. Geralt was gently blowing raspberries on to the infant’s stomach, listening to him giggle and laugh.
Every now and then, you found yourself looking at your two boys. Geralt was absolutely adoring his son. There was nothing in this world that made the brooding witcher smile more.
“Shouldn’t he be speaking soon, dove?” Geralt asked. He dipped his head down to blow against Bram’s bare tummy. He kicked his feet and giggled and cooed. The noises he made were music to your ears.
“He speaks now.”
“No, no. I mean words.” Geralt shook his head. A few strands of hair fell from behind his ear. Bram saw the silvery white strands and took the chance to grab them. Geralt winced, carefully pulling his hair from Bram’s hold.
“Well, he’ll learn from us.” You put the book down and turned your attention to your husband and son. “He’ll learn that you’re daddy soon enough. And that I’m mommy.”
Geralt turned his head to steal a quick kiss from you. Bram cooed and reached out to grab at the laces on Geralt’s shirt.
“Daa!” He squealed, tugging excitedly on the string.
Geralt furrowed his brow.
“What did he say?”
You looked at Bram, waiting silently for him to speak again.
He continued to tug on the string and then when he noticed that Geralt was staring at him, he smiled widely.
“Daaaa.”
You placed your hand on Geralt’s back.
“Congratulations.” You kissed his cheek.
The White Wolf turned his head to look at you, letting out a laugh of disbelief.
A/N: I haven’t done a dad!witchers fic in so long! I hope you guys enjoy this :)
Warnings: none! pure fluff
Word Count: 1.0k
Note: I did redo my taglist! Here is the link for the new one, so if you’d like to be tagged in any of my future fics please go to that link! And here is my masterlist that contains the rest of the dad!witchers fics in case anyone hasn’t read them or wants to reread :)
Lambert
You sat at the vanity in your room brushing out your hair. In the mirror, you could see your husband laying across the bed and staring at the ceiling.
“What are you thinking about, love?”
He turned his head to look at you, letting out a soft breath.
“Do you ever have days where you feel old as fuck?”
“I’m afraid we all do.” You offered him a little smile. You put the brush down on the vanity and turned around on the stool to face him. “What’s got you feeling so old?”
“It’s nothing.” He rubbed his face. “I just…. I can’t believe Eva can already walk around by herself and talk and…. Before you know it, she’ll be leaving us and going off to do her own thing.”
You opened your mouth to say something but the door to your room was pushed open. You never kept the door completely shut, but it had just been cracked open.
Eva walked in with a tankard in her hands.
“Well hello, little lady.” You greeted her.
“Mommy! Daddy! I have dinner for you!”
“Dinner?” Lambert repeated, rolling over onto his stomach. “We had dinner earlier, kiddo.”
“I have dinner!” She proudly stated, holding the tankard up.
Eva approached the bed, offering the vessel to him.
Lambert took it and looked inside.
“For fuck’s sake.” He groaned. “What is in this, Eva Joan?”
“Juice and biscuits.” She brushed a few pieces of her hair back out of her eyes.
Lambert sniffed the contents of the tankard.
“What is it?” You asked him. You were almost too afraid to even ask.
“Smells like rum…. And it looks like there’s pieces of a biscuit floating around in it…. And is that a rock, Eva?”
“Yeah.” Eva giggled.
Lambert sighed, placing the tankard aside.
“Alright, kiddo. You need to go to bed.” He got to his feet but the second he was standing up, Eva took off down the hallway.
You shook your head.
She was a night owl just like her father.
Eskel
Nadia’s joyous laughter echoed throughout the house.
You looked over to her, smiling as she mixed the contents of her bowl up.
“Momma! I need another strawberry!”
“Right here, love.” You picked up a piece of strawberry from the plate to her right and offered it to her.
“Thank you.” She took a bite of the strawberry then put the rest of it into the bowl before her.
The front door opened and in walked Eskel.
“Daddy!”
“Hi, my love.” He greeted Nadia.
“Breakfast is just about done.” You told him.
“It smells amazing.” Eskel moved behind you, stopping for a moment to rest a hand on your hip and kiss the back of your head.
“Blueberry pancakes and strawberry muffins.”
“Look what I made for you, daddy!” Nadia held her bowl up.
Eskel glanced to you out of the corner of his eyes as he took a few steps towards your daughter.
“She’s been working hard on that.” You grinned.
He took the bowl so that he could properly inspect what was inside.
“It looks like…. I don’t even know what it is.” Eskel winced. The concoction was liquidy and light pink in color.
“Berries and eggs.” Nadia answered him proudly, holding up a spoon for him.
“That would be strawberries and uncooked scrambled eggs.”
Eskel’s eyes flickered up to meet yours.
“She’s really quite the little chef, isn’t she?” You giggled.
“She gets it from you.”
“Hey!”
Geralt
The feeling of a foot jamming into your ribs made you wince. You reached down to move the foot, but Bram was too quick. He stepped again and this time, the young child stepped right on to your arm.
“Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!” He pounced on to the bed next to you on his knees, then leaned down to your face.
You opened your eyes, smiling as you looked at him.
“Good morning, love.”
“Morning.” Geralt’s deep voice spoke from beside you.
Your husband easily grabbed Bram by slipping a hand underneath his stomach and lifting him up. Bram squealed in delight, giggling and kicking his feet as Geralt held him in the air.
“It’s too early for romping around.” You rubbed your eyes, turning on to your back to look at them.
Geralt put Bram down on the bed between you both.
“Let’s go eat!” The energetic child scrambled to climb off of the bed.
“Slow down a minute, love. We haven’t even gotten out of bed to make breakfast.” You told him.
“I made breakfast!” He exclaimed happily. “I’ll bring it here!”
You watched him run out of the room and to the kitchen.
“He made breakfast.” Geralt repeated, putting his head back on the pillows.
“The kitchen is probably a disaster.” You shifted closer to him, bringing your hand up to his chest. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet.”
“Then we don’t have to. I’ll read to Bram, and hopefully he falls asleep.”
“It’s too early for him to bed tired, love.”
“He’s been up for a while. I heard him stir, but after a few minutes, I went back to sleep.”
“Ah, so it’s your fault our kitchen is going to be a mess.” You giggled.
“I’m coming.” Bram hurried into the room, carrying a rather large bowl.
He out the bowl on the bed and then climbed on before walking across the bed to be between you and Geralt once more.
You looked down at the bowl, brows furrowing together.
“What is this, love?”
“An apple, one of Roach’s cookies, and a piece of pie!”
The apple was whole and sitting on top of the smashed piece of last night’s pie. One of the treats you had made for Roach last night was pushed into the pie.
You looked over to Geralt, who seemed equally unsure of the “meal” your son had made.
“This looks…. very appetizing.”
“You did amazing, darling.” You kissed Bram’s head. “Why don’t we go to the kitchen?”
“Yeah!”
As Bram left the room ahead of you both, Geralt sighed.
“We know who’s cooking skills he has.”
“Not mine, that’s for sure.” You giggled as you clambered out of bed.
If your name is in italics, it wouldn’t let me tag you :( BUT I do know for a fact that a couple of you have been tagged before so I’m thinking dumblr is just being funny rn
A/N: I did have a few different asks for how the dad!witchers would react to being interrupted while trying to have sexy times with their SO, but I can't find them in my mess of an inbox.... But here it is nonetheless! Also! I don't have access to my taglist rn but tomorrow I will add the taglist!
Warnings: adult themes, suggestive language, but no explicit smut
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Lambert
“Fucking finally.” Lambert pushed the door to your bedroom shut so that it was just cracked open.
“She’s asleep?” You looked up from the book in your hands.
“Yeah. Little twerp."
“Gets her sleeping habits from you.” You commented. Your eyes returned to the page you were on.
“Well you know what helps me sleep?” Lambert pulled off his top, tossing it down on to the floor.
You frowned, looking down at the article of clothing.
“You pick that up, Lambert. I don’t want a mess–,”
“I’ll pick it up later. Yeesh.” He moved around to your side of the bed, plucking the book from your hands.
“That was rather rude.” You crossed your arms, trying your best to hide the grin that so desperately wanted to form on your lips.
“Yeah, yeah.”
With a flick of his wrist, the candles you kept around the room for times like this were lit and the fire in the hearth lessened.
“I think we should have Eskel take Eva for the weekend.” Lambert climbed on to the bed, straddling your thighs. You giggled at the positions you were in. Usually they were reversed with you straddling him.
“Oh, I don’t know if I’d want to stress Eskel out like that. Eva is quite a handful compared to Nadia.”
“Eskel’s a saint.” Lambert leaned down to kiss you. “He’s got the patients of…. Of…. Whatever has patients like he does. I don’t want to talk about him in bed.”
“You’re the one who brought him up.”
“Don’t sass me.” Lambert kissed your lips.
In one swift movement, he rolled you both over so that he was on bottom and you were on top.
His hands started to push your nightgown up, fingertips trailing along your thighs.
But the moment didn’t last long.
“Fuck. The little devil is coming.” He grumbled. He could hear your daughter's footsteps coming down the hallway.
“Damn it.” You climbed off of him with little grace. Lambert gave you a push and threw the duvet over you in case you weren’t covered entirely.
“Mommy?” Eva pushed your bedroom door open.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” You turned your head to look at the door.
“Don’t tell daddy, but I think there’s a spider in my room.”
Eskel
You placed the empty bowl down on the counter and turned to check the oven when you bumped into your husband.
“Oh! Eskel, I didn’t hear you.”
“Sorry, doll.” He offered you a sheepish smile.
“Where’s Nadia?” You asked as you moved around him to get to the oven.
“She’s laying down for her nap.”
“Finally.” You laughed a little. The two pies that were in the oven appeared to need a little more cooking.
Eskel didn’t let you move past him this time. His arm reached out and wrapped around you before pulling you into his body. He pressed a kiss to your lips and then to your neck. His large hands gripped the back of your thighs. With little effort, he hoisted you up onto the counter top.
“Eskel!” You whispered loudly, playfully swatting at his chest. “Nadia–,”
“She’s asleep.” He assured you. “Just let me give you attention please.”
“Eskel, love. I’ve got things in the oven. I can’t let them burn.”
“I’ll help you make more later if something happens to them.” He pulled you to the edge of the counter, arms securely wrapping around you. “Please, doll. I miss this. I just want to kiss you.”
You tilted your head to the side as he continued to kiss at your neck. This allowed him more access to your neck. Goosebumps broke out across your skin.
“That’s how we ended up with Nadia.” You teased him, turning your head to kiss the side of his neck. A chuckle rumbled in his chest.
His hands began to work at your skirt, pulling the material up.
“One more wouldn’t hurt.”
“Not while she’s so young.” You pulled away from him in an attempt to make eye contact with him but he was far too interested in leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.
“We could handle it.”
The sound of little footsteps coming down the hallway made you tense up. Eskel could hear them too. He moved your skirt back into place and stepped away from you, clearing his throat.
You looked over your shoulder to see Nadia coming into the kitchen.
“You should be sleeping, Miss Nadia.” Eskel told her.
“Can’t sleep.” She frowned, shaking her head. “Will you come lay with me, mommy?”
You shared a glance with Eskel.
“You take care of the pies. I’ll go lay down with her.”
“Of course.” He nodded. He held a hand out for you to help you down from the counter. Before you could slip away, he pulled you in to kiss your temple. “Tonight, we’ll pick up where we left off.” He promised, the words whispered against your skin.
“You’re a troublemaker.” You shook your head with a giggle, teasingly pushing against his chest.
“Will you read me a book, mommy?” Nadia asked, holding her arms out towards you. You picked her up and put her on your hip.
“Of course. Which one would you like?”
Geralt
You brushed your fingers through your hair as you looked yourself over in the mirror. The new nightgown you wore was a pretty shade of light blue and fit your figure rather well. You were excited to show it to Geralt. You just hoped that Bram would go to sleep and stay asleep so that you could properly show your husband.
The bedroom door opened behind you.
Geralt stopped, raising his brows at the sight of you in the lingerie.
“What’s this?”
“I figured we could spend the night having a little…. time together.” You moved away from the vanity and towards the bed. “Is Bram asleep?”
“Yes. He insisted on a song.”
“And you sung to him?”
“Of course.” Geralt huffed.
“You’re so sweet.”
Yellow eyes flickered over you as he approached you. Large hands slipped around your waist.
“You look beautiful.” He dipped his head down to kiss your forehead.
“Thank you.” Your hands trailed along his arm and up to his shoulders. You tilted your head to the side as he began to leave kisses along your neck. “Do you like the color?”
“The what?”
“The color of the nightgown.”
He rumbled against your skin, fingertips digging into our waist. He pulled your hips flush against his and then reached down for your thighs.
“It’d look better on the floor.”
“Geralt!” You gasped, hands tightening around his shoulders when he lifted you up with ease. “Your back–,”
“My back is fine.”
You weren’t a light little doll that could just be thrown around. But your husband always loved to pick you up and manhandle you.
He rested one knee on the edge of the bed and then carefully placed you on the bed.
“Whatever– Geralt, your beard is tickling me.” You giggled as his scruffily jaw rubbed against your neck. “Whatever you do, don’t rip this one. I just bought it for you.”
“For me?” He gunned, lifting his head just enough to look at you. “Then I should be able to do with it as I please.”
“Is that so?” You raised a brow teasingly. “I only have a few good gowns because of you, sir. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t rip it like an animal.”
He smirked, dipping his head down to your chest.
But he stopped suddenly and lifted his head, turning his head towards the door to your room.
“What is it?” You asked him.
“Bram.” He groaned, pushing himself up off of the bed. “He’s fussing.”
“I can’t hear it.” You sat up.
“He isn’t being too loud but he’s awake again.”
“Do you want me to go get him?” You asked, but your husband was already going towards the door.
