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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)
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.
I love your Witcher!Dad stories! 💕 So cute!! Can you please do one where the Witcher!Dads are braiding their daughter’s hair? Thanks so much!!
A/N: This was so fun!! I love the dad!witchers so much!! I'm sorry it took so long to answer!
Lambert
The house was silent, save for the sound of the crackling fire in the hearth. You sat in your favorite chair near the fireplace reading. Every now and again, your attention would be pulled away from the book and directed to your husband.
The witcher stood by the front windows, his arms crossed and his stance rigid as he stared out into the night. His brow was furrowed. A crinkle formed between his brow as he scowled.
You knew very well why he was angry. Hell, you were too. You just had a better grasp on maintaining your anger than him.
Both of you were furious and upset over hearing that your daughter had experienced her first heartbreak. Eva had come home after what was supposed to be a lovely day with her boyfriend of eight months with tear stained cheeks and red eyes. She had barely been able to utter the words broken up before rushing to her room.
You and Lambert had tried separately to comfort her, but she wasn’t for that yet. She was still mourning.
“I should find him.” Lambert spoke through clenched teeth.
“That won’t do you any good, love.” You liked the pad of your index finger and then turned the page in your book.
“I let him into my house, damn it!” He raised his voice.
You lifted your head, brows drawing together.
“Did he break your heart, Lambert?”
“What? No!”
“Then put your feelings aside for the moment, please. Eva doesn’t need your anger. She needs your love.”
Lambert let out a heavy breath, nodding his head. You were right. Of course you were right. You always knew what to say.
“I’ll throttle the fucker-,”
“Dad?”
The second he heard his name, he turned his head in the direction of his little girl’s voice. She stood in the edge of the hallway with her arms crossed around herself.
“Yes, love?” His tone automatically softened, as did his gaze.
“Can you…. Can you braid my hair? I just want it out of my face.” She sniffled.
Your heart clenched at the sight of her so upset.
“Of course, kiddo.” Lambert nodded.
Without another word, Eva moved to get the stool that sat near the fireplace. She placed it in front of his chair and waited for him to sit down before she took a seat on the stool.
“I’ll go make us some tea.” You offered, placing your book down and excusing yourself from the room.
“How are you feeling?” Lambert asked as he began to brush his fingers through Eva’s hair to get a feel for how tangly or not tangly it was.
“I’m okay.” She tried to smile.
Though he couldn’t see her smile, Lambert knew it wasn’t an honest one. She was putting on a show for him. She was trying to let on that she was okay, that she was doing better than she actually was.
“Do you remember how to braid?” She turned her head to look at her father over her shoulder.
“Of course.” Lambert rolled his eyes.
“Well, you haven’t done it in a while. At least not for me.”
“‘Cause every time I offer, you say you’re too old.” He reminded her. It pained him when she did that too. His little seventeen-year-old telling him that she was too old for him to braid her hair was a terrible pain, worse than any he had been through before. He was sure he’d rather endure the witcher mutations again than hear that.
Eva turned her head around so that she was looking forward. Lambert began to section her thick hair into three parts.
“Are you ready to talk about it yet?”
“No, dad.”
“The way you came home…. crying and upset. It had your mom and me worried.” The witcher carefully moved his fingers through her hair, weaving the three pieces together.
“I’m sorry, dad.” Eva murmured.
“Don’t be sorry. I just…. I want to know that my girl’s okay.”
Eva wiped the fresh tears from her cheeks and nodded her head a little.
“M’okay, daddy. I promise.”
Lambert finished the braid, tying it with a band, and waited for Eva to turn to face him before he hugged her tightly.
“I love you, daddy.”
“Love you more, kiddo.”
Eskel
Eskel moved as quickly through the cottage as he could, though he was careful not to spill the hot tea he carried in his hands.
He entered Nadia’s room, a little disappointed that he could still sense her illness in the air. He had hoped that upon his return, her fever would be gone, but as he neared her bedside, he could feel the heat coming off of her and smell whatever viral infection ran through her blood.
“Alright, love.” Eskel placed the tea down on to the stand next to her bed.
The twelve-year-old was laying down with her head propped up by a few pillows. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her hand that rested on her stomach was clenched into a fist.
Nadia stirred at the sound of her father’s voice, but said nothing.
“Can you sit up for just a moment, love?”
“No.” She groaned.
Eskel sat down on the edge of her bed. He pulled one of his sleeves up so he could check her temperature with his forearm. Did she feel any warmer than when he last checked her, or was he just panicking?
“Nadia, you have to drink this, love.”
“I can’t, daddy.”
“I can help you sit up. I know you’re hurting, but I need you to drink this, please.” Eskel practically begged.
He was perhaps one of the most level-headed and calm witchers to come out of Kaer Morhen. He very rarely lost his cool, but he was struggling to hide the panic in his voice.
A fever too high could cause Nadia’s organs to begin to shut down.
“Daddy, it hurts.” She cried.
Eskel wiped the tears off of her cheeks and then brushed a few pieces of hair back from her damp forehead. Seeing that she was in so much pain made the witcher sick and weak in the knees and stomach himself.
Feeling as though he had no other option, he signed Axii to calm her down. Almost immediately, Eskel regretted doing so. He had promised to never use his witcher abilities on his daughter. His stomach churned.
However, it appeared to be having positive effects on Nadia. She no longer writhed on the bed or had a pained, tense expression on her face. She was relaxed and almost appeared to be sleeping.
“Love?”
“Hm?” She opened her eyes, though it looked like it took a lot of effort on her part.
“Can you sit up please?”
“It’s going to taste vile.” She scrunched her nose up.
“It’s honey and ginger tea. It isn’t bad.”
Nadia hesitated, but agreed to comply.
Eskel helped her sit up, tucking a few pillows behind her so that she could lean back against them.
“It doesn’t smell bad.” She observed as she sniffed the tea.
“You don’t have to drink it fast.” Eskel told her, taking note of the way her hair was falling down from the ponytail it had been in. “Why don’t you sip on it while I braid your hair?”
“Okay.” Nadia nodded her head. “Do you need me to move?”
“Maybe just a little.”
After some adjusting, pillows were placed against Eskel’s chest so that Nadia didn’t have to use so much energy to sit up, but also so that she didn’t have to lean directly against Eskel. If she had been leaning against him, this would make braiding her hair difficult.
Eskel parted her hair down the middle and then began to section one half into three parts so that he could create two braids.
“Will you tell me about how you met mom?”
“You’ve heard that story a hundred times.”
The witcher was ever so gentle with his touch, making sure not to pull or tug Nadia’s hair at all.
“But I do enjoy it.”
Eskel smiled.
“She saved me from a forktail.”
Geralt
“Daddy!” Lana cried from her room.
Knowing the difference between her in danger cry and her frustrated cry, Geralt could tell this was a frustrated one.
The White Wolf made his way towards the hall, listening to the sounds of his five-year-old huffing and puffing at something.
“What’s the matter, little dove?” He stopped in the doorway of her room.
“My hair!” She grumbled. The long strands covered her face and formed tangles here and there.
Though she wasn’t happy, Geralt couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It isn’t funny, daddy!” Lana stamped her foot and swiped her hair back messily.
“Alright, little goat. Let’s fix that mess of hair.” Geralt moved into her room to get the hairbrush off of her dresser.
“Have a seat on the floor, little dove.” He sat down on the edge of her bed and waited for Lana to sit down on the floor between his feet. “How did you get your hair so knotted up and tangled while you were sleeping?”
“Momma says that I try to fight in my sleep.”
Geralt began to carefully brush out the tangles from her hair, starting at the ends and working his way to the roots.
“Perhaps we can give you a haircut like Zoltan. That would solve this.” He teased.
“No!” Lana squealed, covering her head with her hands.
“Well, what if mice make their home in this?”
“Papa Vesemir said that’s just a metaphor and it isn’t real.”
“Hmm.” Geralt nodded. “What else does Papa say?”
“You’re full of hot air.”
The wolf rolled his eyes.
Once he was finished brushing Lana’s hair, he began to braid it in hopes that it wouldn’t end up a mess again.
“Daddy? When will mommy be back?”
“Soon, little dove.”
“I miss her.”
“As do I.” Geralt nodded softly. “Uncle Lambert is bringing over Eva tonight for a sleepover.”
“Yay! Will Uncle Lambchop stay?” Lana tried to turn her head to look but Geralt stopped her.
“Keep your head straight, little dove. I’m not finished yet. As for Uncle Lambchop staying the night, you’ll have to ask him.”
Geralt tried not to snicker at the name. He and Eskel had done a good job at teaching their kids to mispronounce Lambert’s name when they were younger.
Once the braid was complete, Geralt kissed the back of Lana’s head.
“There you go, little dove. No more homes for the mice.”
A/N: I’ve been working on this for a while now, it was an idea brought on by a conversation with @plumbits and @sometimesiwrite helped me finish it!! Thank you babe for all your help <3
Warnings: kids throwing tantrums??, crying kids??, I don’t know that there are many warnings in here, it’s just fluffy dad content
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Lambert
You pushed the door to your house open, hurrying to close it behind you so you could see what it was Eva was crying about. You could hear her wails as you drew closer to the house and you were worried.
You found Lambert sitting at the kitchen table. One of the dining chairs was on top of the table and he seemed to be fixing it. Eva was laying on the floor next to him, crying and screaming at the top of her lungs.
“What is going on?” You asked, placing the basket containing things from the market down on the end of the table.
“She wanted to hang on the table and I told her no cause she’d get hurt pulling the tablecloth and everything on the table off on to herself. Then she threw herself onto the floor.” He explained, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “Since she’s occupying herself with sounding like a banshee, I figured I’d get a few things done.” He gestured to the chair. “Geralt broke this chair last time he was over. So I’m fixing it.”
You looked down at Eva for a moment, feeling the need to pick her up and comfort her, but you knew she needed to learn that there were some things she couldn’t do and throwing a tantrum over being told no wasn’t the right thing to do.
“Mommy!” Eva sat up when she realized you were there. “Daddy-Daddy is a big meanie!”
“Oh, love. He just told you not to hang on the side of the table. We don’t want it falling down on you.” You gave her an apologetic smile, then moved to unload the woven basket of items from the market.
“He’s a big meanie and he made me cry!” She stood up moved to you, her hands over her eyes as she cried. She put her face into your skirt, little hands leaving her face to fist the soft material of your skirt.
“That’s me.” Lambert let out a breath as he stood up. He lifted the now fixed chair off of the table and set it down. “Big meanie witcher. Been making kids cry since my days at Kaer Morhen.”
“Lambert.” You narrowed your eyes at him.
He snickered, finding himself funny.
“Eva, you should apologize to your father for calling him a big meanie.” You told her, reaching down to brush your fingers through her hair.
“No! He deserves it!”
You moved away from her to put the groceries up.
She cried for a few minutes, looking from you to Lambert. She was waiting for one of you two pay attention to her.
Since you were busy with groceries and Lambert was sitting down messing with a dagger, she decided to go to him. He was more her level and thus, easier to get the attention of.
“Daddy!” She wailed.
He put the dagger on the table and caught her just as she was throwing herself into his lap.
“You can’t throw a tantrum whenever you want, sweetheart.” He told her, patting her back carefully. She buried her nose in his neck, little arms wrapping around him as much as possible.
Lambert made a gagging nose. You looked over to him, confused.
“What?”
“She’s all snotty and gross.” He whispered so she wouldn’t hear him.
Eskel
“Come on, daddy!” Nadia tugged at Eskel’s hand, doing her best to rush him through the busy streets or the market.
Her hand slipped from Eskel’s grip and she made it about five paces away from the witcher before she barreled into a woman. The woman stumbled back a bit and Nadia was knocked to the ground.
“Excuse you!” The woman gasped, glaring down at the five-year-old.
“My apologies, ma’am.” Eskel picked Nadia up from the ground and put her on her feet.
“You should learn to control your child, Master Witcher.”
“She’s just eager to see her mother, ma’am.” Eskel didn’t bother to spare the rude woman a look as he brushed Nadia’s clothes off.
“Come on, daddy! We’re going to be late!” Nadia tried to move but Eskel refused to let her slip from his grasp again. His hand kept hold of her wrist, gently tugging her back around to face him.
“Darling, you can’t rush through the streets like you just did.” He shook his head. “You’ll get trampled or run into someone, or I could lose sight of you. You have to stay by my side, holding my hand-,”
“But daddy! Mommy needs us!”
“She will be there even if we are a few minutes later than we said we would be, Nadia-,”
“No, daddy, you don’t understand!” Nadia shook her head, pulling at his wrist and trying to move away from him. “We-We have to get there! We have to get to her! We have to get to her so we can walk her home! What if she walks home alone? We can’t let her walk home by the swamps alone, daddy! You always say the swamps are nowhere for a lady to walk by herself!”
“Your mother is a very capable lady, Nadia. She can handle herself.” Eskel assured Nadia, though the thought of you walking home alone at night, especially through the swamps, worried him. “But we told her this morning that we would be coming to walk her home, didn’t we?”
Nadia looked up at him for a few moments, brows furrowed together as her eyes searched his.
He could see how worried she was, how concerned she was about her mother’s safety.
“But-But daddy! She’s-She’s going to walk alone!” Nadia cried out, pulling at his hand once more. She managed to break free this time and darted off into the street.
“Shit.” Eskel cursed under his breath.
She was headed in the right direction, straight for your herbal shop, but she was weaving in and out of mule carts and pedestrians, making his stomach churn. One wrong move and she’d be kicked by a spooked horse, or a cart would run her over.
Luckily, there was a break in the crowd and Eskel didn’t have to be careful with where he was going. He sprinted to his daughter and snatched her up. She screeched rather loudly, kicking and screaming.
“Daddy! We have to get to mommy!”
“Nadia, we aren’t going anywhere until you stop yelling.” Eskel moved out of the middle of the road, finding a barrel against the side of a building to place Nadia on. “Look at me, Nadia.”
She had tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess and no longer stayed out of her face in the braid Eskel spent way too long doing. He tucked a few pieces of hair out of her eyes and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“We will get to mommy before she leaves her shop, okay? But we can’t get to her if you aren’t listening to me. I know you’re worried about her and you don’t want her walking alone at night. It’s scary at night, isn’t it?”
“No, daddy.” Nadia shook her head. “It’s not scary, ‘cause I’ve got you. But-But mommy won’t have you if we don’t make it there on time.”
Eskel stopped for a moment, smiling softly.
“Sweet girl.” He leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “Mommy is just around the corner. How about I carry you the rest of the way?”
She nodded her head and held her arms out for him.
Eskel picked her up, letting her tuck her head into his neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his stomach.
“I remember years ago when I used to travel for work.” He started down the road towards your shop. “I was always in a rush to get home to mommy. All I wanted to do was see her, and make sure she was safe.”
“Cause you love her, daddy?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. Cause I love her.”
Geralt
The White Wolf looked up from his sword, feeling eyes on him. Across the room, Lana sat with a few toys. Her fingers were in her mouth as she was staring at him, or more accurately, at the sword in his hand.
He brought his attention back down to the sword and continued to drag the whetstone over it to sharpen the edge.
Geralt heard Lana stand up and waddle across the room to him. He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes, smiling softly.
“Hello, little dove.”
“Da.” She cooed, eyes falling from him to stare at the sword. She seemed entranced by the shiny silver.
Her little hand reached out to touch the sharpened steel but Geralt shook his head, pulling it away from her.
“No, Lana.” His words were gentle. He never raised his voice at his daughter. But for some reason, the little girl’s face scrunched up and tears sprung from nowhere, trailing down her cheeks. She cried and wailed as if she’d just been hurt.
You came out of the bedroom in a hurry, anxious to see why your daughter had been crying.
“What happened?” You asked your husband, who placed his sword aside so he could pick Lana up.
“She wanted to touch the sword.” Geralt stood to his feet and moved to Lana, reaching down to pick her up.
“Nooo! Da!” The one-year-old screamed, waving her hands fiercely.
Geralt stopped, his breath catching in his throat.
Lana turned to you, tears pouring down her cheeks as she reached out for you.
“Daddy didn’t hurt you, love.” You picked her up and moved towards Geralt but she writhed in your arms, kicking her feet and burying her face in your neck.
“What if…. Dove, what if she hates me?” He asked quietly, his deep baritone voice barely a whisper.
“She doesn’t hate you, Geralt.” You shook your head, carefully bouncing Lana up and down as you moved towards him. Her cries had died down to pitiful sniffles as she kept her face in your neck, tears dampening your skin. “Give her an hour and she’ll be back to being attached to your hip.”
He didn’t believe you. What if she hated him? What if she never let him hold her again? What if she never let him give her kisses?
“Did I do something wrong?” He moved to sit down at the table with you.
“You did nothing wrong, Geralt. She’s one. She doesn’t need to be messing with swords. Save that for later.”
“Why did she react like that though?” Geralt looked down at his hands. “She didn’t…. even want me to hold her.”
“She’s overly tired, my love. She hasn’t had her nap yet.” You stopped bouncing her and rubbed her back. “She’ll be asleep any minute.”
He stood up from the chair and moved to put his sword away. From there, he nervously moved around the room, going from one window to the other and then to the fireplace, waiting for Lana to wake up.
You took her to her room so she could sleep properly.
When you turned to leave the room, you found your husband standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. A frown was prominent on his lips and his brow was furrowed.
You sighed softly and moved to him, brushing your hand along his bicep.
“Geralt, my love, there’s no reason to be so worried.”
“I made her cry.”
“She cries over everything.” You reached up to brush your fingertips over his scruffy cheek. “She still loves you.”
He let out a small breath and looked past you to his sleeping daughter.
“Let her take her nap and afterwards I promise you she’ll be back to normal.”
He nodded but remained silent.
You guided him out to the main room and put a blanket down in front of the fireplace. You sat down, comfortably criss crossing your legs, and patted your lap. The witcher laid down parallel to the hearth, resting his head in your lap.
“You did the right thing, Geralt.” You assured him, combing your fingers through his hair. “She is definitely not allowed to touch your swords- or any weapons for that matter -when she is this young. Later on when she’s older, you can teach her how to properly handle a dagger. But for now, you need to protect her from hurting herself, and you did your job. Yes, you made her cry, but she cries over everything.”
“I’ve…. I just have never been the one to make her cry.” His eyes fluttered shut.
“You’re an amazing father, Geralt.” You brushed your fingertips along the sides of his face. “Making her cry doesn’t change that. She’s just a sleepy baby. Everything will be alright.”
A little while later, Lana woke up. You were still sitting on the floor and Geralt had dozed off for a few minutes. The second he heard her little footsteps, he opened his eyes and pushed himself into a sitting position.
She came waddling into the room a few moments later, holding one of her stuffed animals. At the sight of her father, her face lit up and she threw her hands into the air, letting out a joyful, high-pitched squeal. The little one-year-old did her best to run to him.
Geralt caught her just as she tripped a few steps away from him. The stuffed animal was discarded on the floor.
“Da! Dada!” She kicked her feet happily, the biggest smile spread across her face.
A smile of his own came across the witcher’s lips as she put her hands on either side of his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Calling it a kiss was a bit of an overstatement though. She put her mouth against his cheek and drooled on him.
You smiled fondly, reaching over to rub your husband’s shoulder.
“I told you everything would be okay.”
His eyes flickered over to meet yours and he smiled back at you. He leaned in to kiss you but Lana was having none of it. She squealed and grabbed his face, turning him back to her.
You leaned forward to kiss Geralt’s shoulder since he was occupied with Lana kissing his face.
Omg Kacey you should write about the dad witchers being reluctant about getting their child's first ever pet, since you know dad's usually don't want the pet but always end up falling in love with it 😅
A/N: Sooo I did a thing and combined a few of these together for a dad!witchers fic...... I hope this turned out well cause I don’t normally combine asks like this...
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Lambert
“No. No way! Absolutely not!”
“Lambert-,”
“No, Y/N! Don’t even use that tone with me! You know cats don’t like witchers! Do you know what I am? A witcher, Y/N!” Your husband threw his hands into the air rather dramatically.
You faked a look of surprise, eyes widening and mouth falling open.
“Really? A witcher? After all these years, you never thought to tell me? I had absolutely no way of knowing.”
“That attitude is not necessary, Y/N.” Lambert muttered. He turned his head to look in the direction Eva was in.
She sat in the grass beneath the tall oak in the front yard. The calico kitten that you brought back from your trip to town was bouncing around in the grass next to her.
“Lambert, Eva is excited that she found it.” You lowered your voice as you followed his gaze to your daughter. “It’s young and needs a home.”
“It probably has fleas. And it stinks. I can smell it all the way over here.” The witcher grumbled.
“Lambert, please.” Your eyes found him. “It would break her heart if we had to find another home for it.”
Yellow eyes searched yours for a few moments before he groaned loudly.
“Fine. She can keep the mangy thing. But I don’t want it anywhere near my bed or near me. Don’t want its fur making me itchy.”
“I didn’t think witchers were allergic to anything.”
“We aren’t…. I just don’t like cat hair.”
“Okay, Mr. Grumpy.” You gave him a smile, placing your hand on his arm. “Thank you.”
He muttered something incoherent under his breath, eyes flickering back to the cat.
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A few days had passed since the kitten came to live within your home. Lambert kept his distance from the cat promptly named Patches due to the patches of orange, black, brown, and white fur it had.
The witcher was currently in the living room taking a nap on his favorite chair that sat nearest to the fireplace.
A pressure on his lap began to pull him from his sleep. He shifted around a bit. The weight moved from his lap to his arm.
Whatever it was, it was warm…. And it seemed to have four points of contact.
As those thoughts went through Lambert’s head, he found himself suddenly awake and looking down at the cat. Patches looked back up at him and meowed rather loudly.
“Ah! Fuck!”
Patches continued to walk along his arm, perfectly balanced on his forearm. Its tail flicked back and forth.
“Y/N!”
“Mommy’s outside with the horses.” Eva spoke from the kitchen table.
“Eva! Eva! Come get the cat!”
“I’m coloring, daddy.”
“Eva Marie!”
“Daddy, he’s just a little kitty. He’s not gonna hurt you.”
“Eva, come get this cat-,”
“You’re scared of kitty cats!” Eva giggled. “Wait until I tell Uncle Geralt and Uncle Esk!”
“I’ll give the kitty cat to Uncle Geralt and Uncle Esk and let him have it.” Lambert muttered under his breath, mimicking the way Eva has said Eskel’s name. She had yet to learn how to properly say Eskel’s name and was still calling him ‘Esk’ just as she had when she was learning to talk.
Patches meowed again then jumped up onto Lambert’s shoulder. He tensed up, eyes closing tightly as he prepared for something to happen.
“What are you in here yelling for?” You closed the front door behind yourself.
“Y/N, I swear. This damn cat is about to be coyote food if you don’t….” Lambert trailed off as Patches curled up on his shoulder. “What-What is it doing?”
“Looks like Patches is getting ready to suck your blood.” You giggled. You moved towards the table, admiring Eva’s drawings.
Lambert’s glare on the cat softened as he realized it seemed to be falling asleep on his shoulder. Its heartbeat was slowing down and it made a low purring noise.
“I think daddy’s scared of Patches.” Eva whispered to you.
You looked over at your husband. He was no longer as tense as what he had been. He even had one hand up on the cat to pet it.
“I think he’s getting used to him.” You leaned down to kiss her head.
Eskel
Rain trickled down from dark clouds above the house. Eskel guided his horse towards the barn. Both were eager to get out of the rain. But as Eskel neared the barn door, Scorpion began to pull against the lead and grunt.
“Easy, boy.”
Scorpion made noises of displeasure, backing away from the barn as if something lurked inside that posed a threat. His ears were pressed flat against his head and his nostrils flared.
Eskel knew what he was trying to say and wouldn’t press him to go any further. Curious and concerned about what was in the barn, he tethered the horse to a post just outside of the barn before entering the structure.
Though the barn was pitch black, the witcher had no trouble seeing in the dark.
He could hear the goats before he saw them. They bleated from their enclosure to the right, wanting his attention immediately. He’d greet them after he found out what had Scorpion so upset.
Venturing further into the barn, your horse stuck its head out of its stable.
Eskel was confused. The animals in the barn didn’t seem concerned or distraught. Why was Scorpion so afraid?
As he was turned to leave, he caught an unfamiliar scent in the air. It was the distinct odor of wild canine.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he began to follow the scent trial to the very last stall on the left. Peering over the stall door, Eskel spotted a pair of eyes peering up at him.
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“Y/N!” He shouted your name as he entered the house. The force at which he barged in spooked you, making you jump to your feet. He was never so loud and disruptive.
“Eskel! What is it?” You panicked, fearing something terrible had happened.
“There’s a wolf in the barn. Have we lost any of the livestock since I’ve been gone?” He asked, moving towards the window at the back of the house that faced the woods. “Is Lil Bleater still in here?”
“Oh, Eskel.” You put your hand over your heart and laughed softly.
He turned his head to look at you, eyes widening. Why were you laughing?
“It’s just a pup.”
“And a pup means the mother is nearby. I wanted to make sure you, Nadia, and Bleater were safe before I remove it and take it back to the woods-,”
“NO!” Nadia shouted from the hallway.
Both you and Eskel looked in her direction.
“Daddy, you can’t take her back!” Nadia shook her head, brows furrowed together as she moved towards you. She tugged at the skirt of your nightgown. “Tell him, mommy! Tell him!”
“We found the pup in the woods a week ago.” You put your hand on her head as you looked at your husband. “It was crying out horribly. Its family had been killed by hunters. So we took it in. Everyone in the barn has adjusted to it.”
“Y/N, it’s…. It’s a wolf.” Eskel spoke quietly, not wanting to upset Nadia. “It won’t stay small forever. It’s dangerous.”
“I know, love. But right now…. Now it’s just a baby.” You offered him a little smile. “It’s just a helpless little thing. Think of when you found Bleater.”
“She’s a goat, Y/N.”
You fell silent. You knew Eskel wouldn’t be happy with the wolf pup being in the barn. It would be dangerous for Nadia and you knew this, but she never went outside without either of you with her anyways. You’d never let harm fall on her.
You brushed your fingers through Nadia’s hair, looking down at her.
“Come on, darling. We must go back to bed. I’m sure daddy will come tuck you in momentarily.”
“What about Luna, mommy?”
“Luna?” Eskel repeated.
“The puppy.”
Eskel sighed, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes.
“Nadia, love. It’s not a puppy–,”
“But she is, daddy! She’s a puppy and she gives me kisses and nibbles on my fingers when I give her leftovers from dinner!”
“You’ve been feeding it?” Eskel’s eyes shot up to you.
“I wasn’t going to let it starve out there.”
“I won’t let you take her!” Nadia dashed towards the door but her father was quicker, stepping into her way and placing a hand on the door.
“Nadia, I’m– I need you to calm down for a moment.”
“Don’t take her, daddy!”
“I’m not, love. I just need you to calm down. Take a deep breath and calm down for me. Okay? Can you do that?”
Nadia took a deep breath, her brows still furrowed together as she looked at Eskel.
“It’s late and you need to sleep.” He kissed her temple. “I’ve missed you.”
“Missed you too, daddy.”
“In the morning, we can talk about her. About Luna. For tonight, she can stay in the barn.”
Nadia threw her arms around Eskel’s neck, squeezing him tightly.
“Thank you, daddy! Thank you! Thank you!”
Eskel looked at you as he rubbed her back.
“We’ll introduce you to Luna in the morning.” You moved to kiss him. “Let’s get little Nadia to bed.”
Geralt
Geralt placed his sword down against the wall next to the front door. He brushed his fingers through his hair, letting out a soft breath as he listened to what was going on throughout the house.
The house was silent which was quite odd. Bram and Lana were quite a loud pair and always kept you and Geralt on your toes.
The witcher furrowed his brows, listening carefully for the teenagers. They were out in the backyard.
“Ew, Lana! Get that thing away from me!”
“Calm down, Bram.”
“Where are you going with that thing?”
“I’m taking it into the house.”
“Are you mad? Mom and dad will kill you!”
A hand on the small of Geralt’s back surprised him. You stood next to him, having just walked into the house.
“Just listening to the kids.” Geralt shook his head softly. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “How was your trip to the market?”
“Bountiful. Found Bram new trousers. He’s as rough on clothes as you are.” You began to pull the items out from a basket and satchel you placed on the table. “I also found him a few books I thought he might like. They’re those old folk stories he likes.”
Geralt picked one of the books up, inspecting the cover page. He hummed.
“He used to read these to Lana when she was little.”
“He did.” You smiled. “And for Lana, our wild one, I found a few little trinkets and a lovely dagger I thought she’d like. It has a pretty ruby-,”
“Mom! Dad!” Bram came through the back door, unknowingly interrupting you.
“Hello, Bram.” You greeted him.
“Lana’s going to be in- Ooh, what did you bring home?” He was quickly distracted by the knickknacks you placed on the table.
“The trousers, the books, and the ring are yours.”
Bram picked up the ring to examine it.
“It looks like one that Uncle Jaskier wears.”
“It’s very similar. I thought you might like it.”
“Mom! Dad! Come take a look at this!” Lana spoke excitedly as she moved towards the kitchen.
Geralt lifted his head to look at his daughter. His stomach dropped at the sight of the creature she held in her hands. It was a long black and brown snake.
“Lana! What are you doing with that thing in the house?” You sighed.
“I wanted to show you the little guy. He looks really cute, doesn’t he?”
“Lana, go put that thing back where you found it.” Geralt spoke rather quickly.
“Are you afraid of him, daddy? He’s just a little snake.” Lana took a step towards Geralt, who became rigid as he watched the animal carefully.
“Lana, you’re such a creep!”
“Bram!” You scolded your son. “Lana, we don’t bring wild animals into the house. You’re fourteen. You should know that.”
“But there was a hawk outside and I didn’t want him to get eaten.” Lana frowned, looking down at the snake. It began to slither up her arm towards her neck. “Do you think we could keep him?”
“Absolutely not.”
“But dad!”
“It could be venomous, Lana.”
“Dad, we were talking just last week about getting a pet!”
“A dog, not a snake. Take it out into the forest far enough away that it won’t attack the chickens.”
You could see the tears well up in her eyes as she looked down at the snake. She nodded her head obediently and turned to leave.
“Bram, go with your sister. Make sure she’s safe.”
As your son left the house, your eyes found Geralt.
“You’ve faced monsters as big as mountains and yet you’re afraid of a snake?” You moved to put away the items remaining in the basket.
“Y/N, you can’t honestly expect me to let her have one of those in the house, can you?” Geralt furrowed his brows at you.
“It’s a harmless garden snake, Geralt.”
“It could constrict around her.”
You said nothing, humming softly as you moved past your husband. His hand found your arm.
“Dove.” He murmured. “It’s a dangerous animal.”
“I like them.” You looked up at him, searching his golden eyes. “And I think it’s cute that you are fearful of them.”
“Y/N.”
“Fear is a good look in your eyes, dear husband.” You tried to walk away but Geralt slipped his arm around your waist, drawing your body to his. You giggled, allowing him to lean down and kiss your lips.
“I don’t understand why you like those things.”
“Well I do. And so does your daughter apparently.” You placed your hands on his biceps. “I think…. Geralt, I think you should let her keep it.”
“Dove-,”
“I had a snake when I was young, you know. They are very intelligent and fascinating creatures. And I think she is mature enough for one.”
Geralt turned his head to look at the door.
“Bram doesn’t like them. Snakes.”
“Then we get him a dog.” You grinned, slipping out of your husband’s arms.
“But we agreed on one pet.”
“Well we can’t get one a pet that the other won’t like.” You reasoned.
“You are nothing but trouble, dear wife.”
“Always have been.” You winked at him.
A grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
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