"Goddess," Jaskier says quietly, almost privately, except that his lips hover temptingly close to Eskel's. "You do look just like him, if it wasn't for—"
"The disfigured maw?" Eskel adds helpfully, out of habit if nothing else.
Jaskier puts a gentle hand on his cheek—the scarred one, gods save his soul—and Eskel leans into the touch involuntarily, like a dog starved for affection.
"I was going to say the hair," Jaskier finishes with a hint of kind amusement, and winks.
“What’s not fair?” Eskel asks, from where he’s spooned up behind Jaskier.
“Well, if I’m kissing you, I’m not kissing Geralt, and if I’m kissing Geralt, I’m not kissing you, and if I’m kissing either of you, you’re not kissing each other.”
Geralt snorts softly. “Truly your life is hard,” he says, tone very dry.
Jaskier puts the back of his hand to his forehead and pretends to swoon into Eskel’s steady strength. “Terribly hard,” he agrees.
“We could take turns, I suppose,” Eskel says thoughtfully.
“Ooh, I like that idea,” Jaskier says, perking back up again. “Let’s do that!”
Geralt chuckles and sits up, tugging Jaskier up with him; Eskel also shoves himself upright, so they’re all buried to their waists in furs. Geralt takes Jaskier’s face in his hands and kisses him slow and sweet, the way Geralt always likes best.
Jaskier sighs happily.
Geralt sits back, and Eskel leans in for his own turn. His kisses are always a little more aggressive than Geralt’s, but his hands are infinitely gentle as he cradles Jaskier’s head between his callused palms. Jaskier kisses back eagerly, carding his fingers through Eskel’s hair, a little coarser than Geralt’s but still so lovely.
And then Jaskier leans back and Geralt and Eskel meet in the middle. Geralt sighs as he melts into the kiss; Eskel curls a hand around the back of Geralt’s neck and pulls him closer. Jaskier has seen a great many beautiful things in his life - and he’s a poet, his job is seeing beauty and turning it into words - but this, he is willing to argue, is the most beautiful thing of all.
Geralt looks so peaceful as he trusts himself to Eskel’s strength. And Eskel looks so utterly content as he takes the lead in the press of lips to lips. If Jaskier could paint, he would paint this, though he knows he couldn’t do it justice.
“Lovely,” he whispers.
His Wolves both chuckle, amber and golden eyes fluttering open again as their lips part, and they turn to Jaskier with near-identical hungry looks. Jaskier grins. “My turn again?”
“Your turn again,” Geralt agrees, and Jaskier flings himself happily into seeing how many times they can go ‘round before they all tumble into the furs again to figure out yet another wonderful way three bodies can fit against each other.
Jaskier is fae I'm p sure and goes to kaer morhen with Geralt.
Geralt and Eskel ask him to help make gifts for each other, and Jaskier's dying inside bc he loves them and wants them to be happy.
Jaskier goes and makes them a picnic but goes into heat and gets found by a rotfiend I'm p sure, and Lambert tells them to get their heads out of their asses
Jaskier & Eskel & Geralt, pre-OT3 | rating: Gen | word count: 581 | CW: Eskel’s gorgeous. | Written for @witcher-bows-and-arrows‘s Feb. 6th SFW prompt: Admire.
Jaskier thinks Eskel is gorgeous. Absolutely, drop dead stunning. In fact, Jaskier often needs to take a moment to himself when he first sets sight on that statuesque jawline, not to mention that physique, the rugged charm of a life well lived. If there's anything to be said about Jaskier, it's that he knows how to appreciate the finer things in life.
Jaskier deserves nothing but the best in life. And the best is Eskel. He dares anyone to disagree with him, his right hook needs a little polishing up.
He lets out a wistful sigh, watching as Eskel reads by the fire, admiring his lovely profile. He has to remember to thank Geralt for inviting him up to Kaer Morhen this year. He'd heard much about Geralt's remaining family on their way to the stronghold deep in the Blue Mountains, taking care to note every single detail that Geralt willingly offered. He noticed that Geralt often went back to Eskel, but said nothing of it to the man himself.
And now he can see why.
Geralt perches on the bench next to him, though Jaskier pays him no mind. He leans forward just the slightest bit, chin thoughtfully nestled in his palm. His eyes trace Eskel's fingers when they turn the next page in the book of Aen Sidhe poetry he's reading. Thick. Sturdy. Scarred here and there. Sure of themselves. Jaskier wonders what they would feel like wrapped around his waist. Shivers threaten to run down his spine, but he lets out another sigh.
"You too?"
"Hm?" Jaskier asks absently, his attention still firmly wrapped up Eskel's everything. Eskel shifts, his legs uncrossing and recrossing at the ankle. Melitele bless him, Eskel's thick everywhere, isn't he? And in all the right places. What Jaskier would give for the chance to show him just how much that thickness is appreciated. Preferably with their clothing off. But that's a thought for another day.
Deep, quiet chuckles sound in his ear. An arm settles behind him, resting on the table they're leaned back against.
"Entrancing, isn't he?"
Jaskier nods, moving his pinky finger to his mouth. He nibbles on the nail absently. "He doesn't even know the half of it."
"No, he doesn't. He doesn't believe me. Will you tell him?" Geralt murmurs, his fingers resting lightly on Jaskier's shoulder.
Jaskier eyes Geralt from the corner of his eyes, reluctant to turn away from Eskel.
A light blush settles on Geralt's cheeks as he turns away from Jaskier's knowing gaze. Geralt's blush still manages to surprise him.
"Not in so many words," he admits most reluctantly.
Jaskier hums, wondering if he should give voice to his thoughts. Geralt's not necessarily monogamous, and he himself has been known to entertain more than a few lovers simultaneously. But could they share a lover? Would they be able to share a lover?
Geralt stares at him intently, the blush faded just the slightest bit. The fire crackles in the background under the sound of another page being turned. As if he could read Jaskier's mind, he nods, hand coming up to cradle the back of his neck.
"We could..." Geralt offers.
Jaskier tilts his head towards Eskel. "Will he-?"
Immediately, Geralt shakes his head, silver locks brushing lightly over his forehead. "He won't."
A smirk spreads across Jaskier's lips. "Shall we?"
Geralt stands, disentangling himself from Jaskier, takes his hand, and pulls him up from the bench. Together, they walk towards Eskel, hand in hand.
"Eskel, my dear. Can we borrow a moment of your time?"
i know im not that active in the witcher fandom anymore (and a lot of you aren't either) but i recently went through my ao3 history and reread some of the fics thatt made me fall in love with this fandom.
one of them was Lost/Found by @/xxenjoy on ao3 (that's @witcher-and-his-bard here on tumblr, i believe - formerly @witcher-and-his-bard-archive)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
and it was great and just as amazing as i remembered - just, once i had finished it and it didn't end like i thought it would, i realised i had mixed it up in my mind with another, quite similar fic, in my memory.
so i went looking for it. i spent hours looking through my ao3 subscriptions. i spent hours looking through my tumblr follows. i cannot find it.
heres what i remember:
it was a very similar setup to Lost/Found: after the mountain Jaskier runs into Eskel and starts traveling with him. Eskel is kind and they fall in love. eventually they run into Geralt who apologizes. they end up in a throuple.
whats different to L/F is, that it switched POVs i think - i do remember some of it being from Eskels perspective. he was quite self-conscious and afraid of losing Jask when they met Geralt.
i also thi k they didn't visit KM like in L/F
i think it was rated E but i might be wrong
also i have literally no idea how long it actually was - i think it was multi-chaptered, but i also might be wrong
if anyone has an idea which fic that might be - pleeeeease tell me. i feel like im losing my mind, i feel like my brain just made the memory of this fanfic up.
