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dapandapod · 2 years

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Scent of spring

*Obi wan kenobi voice* Hello there! Turns out writers block wasn't as done with me as I thought xDD but I'm fighting it!! So this is a piece written for an a/b/o event we are doing at @thepassifloradiscord, because fun, and there is just something about courting that is just so kdkdfjf. Yes, I'm ok, thank you for asking. So please enjoy this little thing, where Eskel is not enjoyin spring!

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It’s been pouring down for fucking days.

Spring is the absolute worst, Eskel thinks to himself as he trudges along muddy roads toward his usual inn.

Not only because of the shitty weather, but also because of all the monsters approaching their mating season, because of the more than abundant pollen, because stupid Jaskier who doesn’t realize Eskel has been courting him for months.

He probably could have been clearer, but Eskel really thought that Jaskier would have picked up on it by now.

The flowers, clearly coded in flower language to express his feelings for Jaskier.

The gift, meant to show his feelings for Jaskier in physical form. The silk shirt, to prove that he could provide for his intended mate. The hand holding, to show that he would always be a bastion of safety, warmth and love for his chosen.

Eskel had felt especially brave about the hand holding, as it is not something witchers do, do they?

But Jaskier had beamed, laced their fingers together and pressed up against his arms, so what was he to think?

When they had said their goodbyes before the winter, he had angled Jaskier’s chin up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

And Jaskier had looked so dumbfounded, so gobsmacked, that Eskel had turned tail and ran.

Not the wisest move, he admits to himself, but given the way Jaskier had smiled at him and held his hand... Eskel is simply a man.

A drenched man right now, as he stomps through the puddles with Scorpion at his side.

Fucking mud, fucking rain, Scorpion needs to go to the ferrier to replace a shoe that disappeared somewhere two days ago.

Most likely when they were running away from a nest of agitated nekkers, and there is no going back for it.

There is only an hour left until he reaches the inn.

The letters he had picked up after he made it down that blasted mountain were mostly from Jaskier, writing about missing him, and where they would meet in the upcoming spring.

Which reminds him. Another bad thing with spring is his Rut. It usually hits during the late winter/early spring, just in time for him to make it down the mountain and find a whorehouse, or an incubus, or a succubus, or whatever.

There is just no way of telling exactly when it'll come.

It doesn’t feel right to meet Jaskier just as it starts, like bad manners, but his body is intent on betraying him.

If he didn’t know better, he would suspect that his Rut is purposely holding out until they meet.

Which would mean either running off or dealing with it together.

And Eskel doesn’t want Jaskier to feel obligated, or like Eskel is assuming things will happen.

Despite the rain, he can smell the smoke from the chimneys from down the road. Maybe less than an hour, then.

Daylight is slowly fading when Eskel reaches the outskirts of the village.

The inn sits at the crossroads, the little dirt courtyard in front of the stable lined with a rickety fence. There is already light in the windows, and a teenager runs up to meet him and Scorpion when he approaches.

“Is there a farrier in town?” he asks, tossing the boy a copper when he grabs Scorpion’s reins. “Don’t touch his hindlegs, by the way,” he warns.

Eskel almost feels bad about leaving the boy with his stallion, but there is a restlessness twisting in his bones.

From inside, he can hear the strumming of a lute, sense Jaskier’s scent in the air. Warm and spicy, familiar and safe and enticing.

The boy stammers out a “Yes, master witcher,” and Eskel is moving. He walks towards the inn's door and slips inside quietly so as to not disturb the performance.

Jaskier sits upon a chair in the corner, where the floor is slightly elevated. From the look of the crowd, Eskel is not the only traveler seeking cover as there are but a few tables free at the front.

There is no fucking way Eskel is going to sit in front of the stage. So by the wall he stands, until a table further back vacates. He orders a serving of tonight's dinner and two ales.

When Jaskier notices him, a secret smile graces his lips, his content scent spiking.

“I’m afraid this will be my last song for tonight, fair folk,” Jaskier informs the tavern, strumming up a gentle tune, eyes lingering on Eskel.

His dinner arrives and he promptly forgets about it, held captive by Jaskier's every word. By a song about hoping, about searching.

The sweet gesture of a daisy tucked lovingly behind your ear.

The soul-warming sensation of a hand in yours.

A kiss given when parting is inevitable.

There is thin applause when he finishes up, and Eskel can do nothing but stare when Jaskier packs up and approaches his table.

“Hi you,” he says quietly, smiling down at him.

“Hi yourself,” Eskel manages. “I uh… bought you a drink.”

“Such a gentleman,” Jaskier says, stealing Eskel’s drink anyway, eyes gleaming over the rim of the mug. “Did you find a room yet?”

“Was told it was fully booked.”

“Then stay in mine,” Jaskier offers. Tension builds between them now, much stronger than in the past. “You are absolutely drenched. Eat up so we can head upstairs and get you dried off.”

They make their way up to Jaskier’s room after Eskel finishes his meal. The cold is starting to get to him, at long last.

There is no fireplace in the room, but they make do. Eskel’s wet clothes are hung over chairs and laid out on the small table, even hanging on the lute case.

There is only one bed, but luckily, it's big enough for the two of them to sleep comfortably.

Eskel still offers to take the floor.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jaskier threatens, wagging his finger. “Witchers may not get sick, no, but they get fucking sore and you will be as grumpy as Geralt in the morning, and that is just a crime.”

Snorting, Eskel relents. Soon the candle is blown out and they have settled in on each side of the bed.

They lie quietly next to each other, Eskel staring up at the ceiling.

“Uhm. That last song you sang…” Eskel says. daring to break the silence, and Jaskier turns his head to look at him. “That was about us?”

“You noticed.” Jaskier smiles.

“Unlike you,” Eskel teases.

When Jaskier doesn’t say anything for a long moment, Eskel grows nervous.

“Eskel... Were you courting me?”

The witcher blinks and his heart sinks.

“I was. Am. But if I read it all wrong, if you're not interested, I can stop,” Eskel offers quietly.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Jaskier threatens, turning on his side to face him. He reaches for Eskel’s hand. Their fingers lace together like they haven't spent the entire winter season apart. “But maybe this time, I’ll court you back?”

A kiss is pressed to the back of his hand, and Eskel can't stop the ache in his chest. His entire being screams mate, but he is in no hurry. None at all.

“I would like that.”

They end up curled around each other.

Eskel presses his lips to the back of Jaskier’s neck, a hand against his chest, nestled under his sleeping tunic.

The trust that Jaskier displays baring himself like this, makes Eskel hold him tighter, press him closer. One day he might put a mark there.

Pressing a kiss to the nape of Jaskier’s neck, he spreads his hand wider. He feels greedy, wanting more when he is allowed so much already.

But there is more to talk about, more topics to discuss.

For now, Eskel is more content than he has been in years. The sweet smell of Jaskier, his heartbeat under Eskel’s palm.

Maybe spring isn’t so bad after all.

#jaskel #a/b/o #fluff #courting #oblivious jaskier #jaskier/eskel #jaskier x eskel #the witcher #alpha!eskel #omega!jaskier #dapanda writes

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geraskierficrecs · 11 months

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An Offer You Can’t Refuse Update

New chapter available here.

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Geralt would be lying if he said he wasn’t anxious and eager to see Jaskier again. Whatever had happened that night between dinner and the arachae attack had felt important. Vital even. His wolf hadn’t wanted to end the night so abruptly. The man had agreed.

Now, he wasn’t sure what to expect from Jaskier or even himself the next time he saw him at Kaer Morhen. Would he be allowed to approach? To touch? Or would Jaskier retreat against to teasing smirks and jagged defenses?

He’d been tempted to ask Lambert to give him an idea of Jaskier’s mood, but knew he’d never be able to live that down. His brother would see through that in a heartbeat. There was nothing for him to do, but go to the bar himself and test the waters.

(And if he spent longer than usual choosing his clothes that night, that was no one’s business but himself).

As soon as he arrived, it wasn’t difficult to see the effect Voorhis’ death had on the wolves in the crowd. Most of them lingered close to the other members of the pack, avoiding mingling with the other people in the room. Even the humans were picking up on the strange atmosphere and clustered together in tight knit groups near the enforcers dressed like bouncers at the edges of the room. The Kaer wolves were tense enough that he didn’t need to feel their emotions through the bonds to notice. It made Geralt’s own wolf restless.

On stage, he heard the sounds of Jaskier warming up before beginning to check the tuning on his guitar. As much as Geralt wanted to go over and speak to the other wolf, he knew that it was neither the time nor place for that. So he ambled over to the bar and waited for Lambert to come over.

“Has there been any trouble?”

Lambert pursed his lips, setting a tray of clean glasses down behind the bar. “Nothing I could do anything about—everyone is just fucking stressed.”

“I take it the news of Voorhis has spread?”

“Along with every sort of rumor you could imagine.”

#modern au #werewolf au #mafia au #alpha geralt #werewolf mates #soulmates #my stuff #soft lambert #badass jaskier #protective geralt #protective Eskel #geraskier #geraltxjaskier #jaskier/geralt #jaskier x geralt #lambert x aiden #lambert/aiden

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bethdutten · 2 years

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A Mistake

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It was never supposed to be like this, but that seems to be the running theme of Eskel’s life. Maybe he’ll just need to make the best of out it.

Eskel couldn’t imagine it was him that was making you like this. No one looks at a witcher, especially at one as scarred and intimidating as him, and feels arousal without the scent of fear.

But your cunt was slightly slick and so red, and you whined as he settled above you. He kept his clothes on, not sure if you wanted the illusion of this being just a way to fix your illness, or an attempt a repeat of the night you met.

Eskel wouldn’t turn you down if it was.

He hovered over you, tentatively dragging two fingers through your folds. “It’s… it’s still dry, so it might hurt.”

You whined, bringing his neck down to your mouth and mouthing at a scar, murmuring, “Make it feel better, alpha.”

Eskel shivered slightly, then pulled his hand away and let out a soothing purr before he reached into his bag and took out the vial of oil. “It’s okay, just going to use this to make it easier until those glands start working again, okay?”

You whimpered but nodded, spreading your legs wider. You wanted him closer, or at least to hold your hand. It just seemed so… clinical, like he was only forcing himself to touch you. Maybe he was.

Eskel could smell your distress, and grimaced. When he glanced up at you, you were avoiding his eyes. Fuck, you didn’t want it to be him that was doing this. He is the reason for this. And even without an infection, gods know know hard it would be to get slick at the sight of his face.

“Would you… do you want to turn around? Would that be better?”

But you shook your head, letting out a shaky breath. “Please just touch me, Eskel.”

He almost wanted to smile, but he bit it back, instead coating his fingers and tracing the outer lips of your cunt before pushing inside you slowly. His thumb rubbed at your clit in small circles, as his fingers searched out that spot that—

“Fuck, alpha, stop!” You cried out, tensing up. Eskel winced, stopping for a moment before he gently probed at the gland.

“I’m sorry, it will only hurt for a moment, I promise,” he said, letting out a reassuring rumble to calm your distress. He couldn’t bare to see his omega in pain, but you took it so well, an iron grip on his shoulder through the few minutes before it started to get better.

The moment the infection must have been released, a sudden rush of slick did, too. Eskel groaned as he felt you clench down on his fingers, no longer in pain anymore and smelling of only arousal.

“Does it feel better?” he murmured, keeping his thumb on your clit and fingers deep inside you just in case.

He didn’t need to ask; you locked eyes and let out a keening moan before you came on his fingers, practically grinding into his hand.

Eskel had been half hard through the entire thing— but that noise he just pulled from you brought him to full hardness, throbbing in his pants now.

But that was secondary to making sure his omega felt good, and he let out a groan as you continued to thrust your hips against his hand, tightening your grasp on his shoulder as you breathed out wetly in his ear, “Alpha, Eskel, don’t stop… I’m coming, I’m coming—“

You shuttered through another orgasm, letting out a satisfied sigh and relaxing against your bed. You smelled like sated omega, and it made Eskel preen. He carefully removed his fingers from your soaked cunt, wiping his hand on the sheets and settling beside you.

He waited for you to realize you didn’t need him anymore, to tell him to leave now that his purpose was finished. But you only turned to him and sort of nuzzled into his chest, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin at his neck. You glanced up, resting a hand on Eskel’s face.

“Thank you, alpha. You made me feel so good.”

Eskel let himself believe you wanted him to stay. That you saw him as your alpha and not just an alpha that helped him. He was yours. Even if you didn’t want him.

He smiled softly, then remembered the way his scars pulled at his lips and made it look terrifying, and brought his face back to neutral. He hesitantly brought his hand to your hip, sliding it down to your thigh. “Do you mind if I…? To make sure it’s all gone.”

Your eyes went dark, and it sent another jolt of arousal to Eskel’s cock. You nodded, laying back and spreading your legs to give him a nice spot to settle.

Eskel swallowed, seeing the slick covering your thighs and a small gush of it coming out even now. He looked up at you before hooking his arms under your legs, placing them over his shoulders as he nosed up to your cunt. He breathed in, and didn’t smell any more sickness. But he swallowed and met your eyes, croaking out, “I should taste, just to make sure.”

You gave him a feral smile, and nodded, licking your lips. “Please. Just to make sure.”

He hid his own grin in your folds, eating you out like his life depended on it. He never got to do this the night you met, too focused on knot and breed and mate for anything that didn’t involve his cock. But you tasted so sweet, he wasn’t sure how he was going to live without this now.

He made you come twice on his tongue, putting away with a face covered in your slick as he licked his lips and met your eyes, his fingers replacing his tongue. You were practically shaking, oversensitive but chasing that last orgasm as you moaned Eskel’s name, clenching around his fingers with your eyes locked on his.

Eskel used a corner of the sheet to clean his face, then to wipe most of the slick from your thighs. He leaned down to give your clit one last kiss, the touch making your hiss before you let out a laugh, pulling Eskel up to you.

“Are you trying to kill me?” you murmured, pulling his face to yours for a kiss. He tasted like you, and you let out a soft moan at that, wanting your alpha to taste like you forever.

Eskel scented you, pulling the blanket over your body. “Just making sure the infection is all gone, omega. Had to be thorough.”

You grinned, snaking a hand down and into his smalls. “Your tu—“ you cut off with a noise, finding Eskel soft and his thick cock wet. “Did you…?”

He nodded, burying his face in your neck in embarrassment. “Twice. Sorry, I—“

But you let out a groan, tangling your hands in his hair. “Gods, that is so hot. You’re so hot.”

He smirked against your skin, wishing it to be true. But if his omega thought so, at least for now, then maybe that’s all that mattered.

“Take off your clothes,” you mumbled, only letting go of your hold of him so he could pull off his shirt and unbutton his pants. You watched him strip carefully, and Eskel was back under the sheets before you could get a good look at his scars. He didn’t want you to see that.

“So… twice?”

Eskel groaned, shutting his eyes. “It’s a witcher thing. We tend to… stay hard for quite a while. Can usually go a couple rounds. If we really wanted to, more than that.”

You stared back at him blinking, before a smile started to grow on your face. “I’m the luckiest omega in the world,” you whispered, before pulling him in to another kiss.

“So you can fuck me tonight?” you murmured against his lips, earning you a deep growl and making you grin.

—-

Eskel didn’t know how he managed to spend another night with you (this time without the excuse of a heat, even) where he lost count of the orgasms and woke to you in his arms.

Maybe this didn’t have to be the last time, either.

“I’d like to take you to Kaer Morhen. It’s the… the closest thing I have to home, I guess.”

You smiled, turning in his arms to meet his gaze. “Eskel. I’d love that.”

“You can meet my brothers—“

“You have brothers?”

“Yes, other witchers I grew up with. Geralt is practically mute and has the emotional maturity of a potato, and Lambert is cruel for absolutely no reason and should not be approached alone.”

You laughed, and the sound made Eskel’s heart clench. He’d do anything to hear that sound again. Fuck, he had it bad.

“Such astounding reviews of your family, I wonder how you’d describe me to others,” you mused, leaning up to give him a soft kiss.

Eskel leaned in and deepened the kiss, lazily licking into your mouth and swallowing the moan you made. He pulled away, murmuring, “She’s the most incredible woman to ever walk the earth, and she’s mine so back off.”

You whined in the back of your throat, kissing at the spot where Eskel’s bond mark would go, worrying the skin with your teeth. “Alpha.”

#we have smut people!!#eskel #eskel x you #eskel x reader #netflix eskel #eskel fic #eskel smut #a mix between between netflix and game eskel honestly #alpha!eskel

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askaalaska-vdeppressed · 2 years

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Tender Love and Care Bonus Chapter

Otherwise known as- I am my own target audience.

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You were awoken by a soft hand caressing your hair. The motion comforting and gentle, the controller of the hand being cautions to not snag any stray pieces. You didn’t want to open your eyes, content to lay in the stillness of the intimate moment forever, and so was Eskel.

He loved getting up before you, being able to just sit and observe you for as long as he liked. He could take note of how your plush lips pouted and lashes cast over your cheeks till he passed out from exhaustion. However, he and you had places to be today. You had promised to visit your family in a few months’ time—human time that is. The lush greenery of summer surrounded you both indicating that it was time.

Eskel leaned over you. A stay piece of hair falling out of the braid you had given him last night dangling in front of his face. He was probably giving goldilocks Geralt a run for his money in the length department at this point, but Eskel didn’t care. Feeling you at his back, carding your fingers through it before bed was one of his favorite ways to end the day. Not his favorite mind you, but certainly the best way after a long and tiring hunt, or a day of stress.

As Eskel leaned down to kiss your forehead the stay piece of hair found purchase on your face, causing you to scrunch up your nose at the unexpected sensation. Eskel let out a low chuckle as he kissed your forehead.

“Open your eyes little bird, it’s time to start our day”

You cracked one eye up as Eskel hovered over you. The glow of the mid-morning light cascading through the trees illuminating Eskel in a golden halo. The light danced on loose strains of hair, pirouetting with a flourish to show off it’s sparkle before leaping off.

You’re gazing was interrupted as the same piece of hair came back to tickle your face. You gave a nasty glance at the offending hair section before using a puff of air to blow it out of your face.

The sound of your combined laughter echoed off the trees around you, leaving the ghost of mirth in the forest long after you both had left.

You were currently sitting in the garden alone, sketching peacefully as your waited for your father. He hadn’t said he was coming to meet you but you figured it out. Your mother had asked for Eskel’s help in trying to categorize a type of creature she had found while out on a walk. You knew there wasn’t a single damn species your father or any of the past kings hadn’t already written about. She was trying to spilt the two of you up, presumably so your father could talk to you without the weird semi-confrontation he and Eskel always had.

The rustle from behind you made you pause in where you were shading in a bench

“So what was so important you had to get me alone in secret?” You turned to see you father looking mock offended that you would even suggest a thing. His hands on his waist, mouth opening and closing.

As if it was any surprise to you where Jaskier got it.

“How could you even-“ You cut him off with a look that said “really?” He laughed a little before coming to join you on the bench, his hands folded in his lap.

“So your mother has been telling me about what all it means that you and….. Eskel are mated” You decided to forgive your father’s poor hiding of his distaste for your lover, more intrigued by what he was getting at.

“She told me it was, kind of like a marriage, but more symbolic and physical and less official. And I was thinking…” Your father worried his lip and took a deep breath.

“I was thinking I’d like for the two of you to have my blessing to married by fae law when you’re ready.” You father stared off into the distance as you held your breath. Tears pricking at your eyes slightly.

“Dad” emotion laced your voice as you gazed at him, happy he finally accepted the two of you.

“And as you know tradition dictates that all potential sutors of the royal family must-“

“Dad” you said, this time laced with annoyance, somehow getting the feeling this confession was half motivated by your father wanting to torture Eskel for 13 hours.

“Oh please y/n, your mother ran the labyrinth for me. It’s tradition.”

“Eskel’s already made it through the labyrinth.”

“With your brother, that doesn’t count. What? Are you afraid he won’t make it?” You gave your father a sideways glance

“No, I’m sure he’ll make it just fine. Do you really want me to get married someday or do you just want to torture my partner for a while?”

He once again had a gesture of mock offense.

“I’ll have you know your mother has thoroughly convinced me that Eskel is great for this role. He already lives an expanded lifespan, he’s acquainted with different creatures and negotiating with them, magic doesn’t bother him. He’s perfect” You father threw his hands in the air in a grand sweeping gesture.

“Well… almost perfect. We will need to do something about that whole “not being able to have children’ thing. I do have a bloodline to continue after all.”

“You will do no such thing until we’ve discussed it.” You stated firmly, knowing how much your father loved to meddle

“….. to late”

“Excuse me?!” Your father put his hands up in a defensive manner.

“It’s not my fault he’s so trusting of what your mother feeds him.”

“Oh and I suppose it was all mother’s plan then?” You gave your father a glare

“Would you believe me if I said yes it actually was?” you father responded playfully, trying to defuse the situation. He slid over and wrapped an arm around you.

“Sooooooo, can he run it today?” You rolled your eyes

“You’re the king, you could drop him at the start right now. You don’t need my permission.”

“True but I need you to promise not to meddle. This needs to be a true test. No hints or cheating.”

You took a deep breath before resigning yourself.

“Fine”

The next few hours were going to be long as hell.

The fact that teleporting here didn’t have a physical sensation disoriented Eskel slightly. One minute he was enjoying tea and pastries with your mother while searching through the library for a description on the little ferret/ fox thing she had seen and the next he was standing at the entrance to the maze that encompassed the kingdom. Tea cup still in hand.

He turned to see your father adorned in a strange armor of sorts. Resting against a tree with a cool demeanor.

“What’s going on here?” Eskel squared his shoulders slightly, knowing full well your father was dangerous and also did not like him.

“A rite of passage of sorts” you father’s tone was playfully sinister. A man who knew he was in control of everything at this very moment.

“For what?”

“To make sure you are worthy enough to have my daughter” Eskel’s eye became set at this.

“What do I need to do?” You father smirked at the determination in Eskel’s eyes. He gestured to the castle in the distance.

“Make it back to her.” He walked up next to him, then straight through Eskel as the final words whispered through the air.

“You have 13 hours”

Eskel wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he was quite preoccupied the last time he was in the jungle of walls or it was Jaskier’s presence with him then, but now? Now he couldn’t help the eerie feeling that crept up his back as he walked. It was as if the very structure was living, and watching. He swore every turn he made was being tracked. He stopped and took a breath, trying to focus on you through your bond. He looked out ahead at the miles of path to go, determination struck in his eyes.

Eskel was progressing far quicker than your father would have hoped. Your father did in fact want Eskel to succeed, but he wanted the run to actually be a challenge. Turns out Eskel’s superhuman abilities gave him quite the edge. Any living threat your father tried to throw at him, Eskel could hear before they actually got to him, and could avoid easily. Manipulating the walls and floor was more effective, but it barely slowed Eskel’s momentum. He could catch himself before he fell into a trap and could outthink his way through re-routes.

‘The challenge would have to come from the time then’ You father pondered what he could do to was Eskel’s time before he grinned and made to cast a spell out the window.

You saw the bubble flying through the air above the garden, surely something your father was sending to imped Eskel. Your father wasn’t playing fair. He almost never played fair.

Fight fire with fire I suppose.

You let a small spell waft up as a tiny bubble. The small thing catching up to it’s much larger counterpart before fusing with it.

Eskel wasn’t sure how he got here. He was standing in a ballroom, at a masque ball. He had always loved masquerades. People treating him warmly and fondly when all they saw was a mask. Not looking in fear at him but laughing in joy at good company.

He walked around the room, enjoying the warm atmosphere. Fresh food lay about on various tables, and there were many places for guests to sit and enjoy one another. He had been enjoying a glass of some liquor and observing the intricate patterns of the dancers when one caught his eye. She was swaying gracefully, a red mask covered in ruby and garnet covered her face, gold wings spreading out from the mask’s end to her ears. It was only after a second that her realized. It was you.

He searched for you in the sea of dancers but he had lost you. All of the colors blurring together as his eyes were frantic to catch a glimpse of red. He was shocked out of his search by a light tap on the shoulder, turning quickly to be greeting with your loving gaze. He made to speak before you raised a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, he’ll be listening for your voice” You looked around the room quickly before leading him onto the dance floor. As you two began to swirl around you leaned in close to him.

“Eskel do you remember what you were doing before this?” Eskel made to answer but remember your advise and shook his head no.

“You were trying to find something, get somewhere. Where was it? What was it?’ Eskels eyes dawned in realization as he remembered running the labyrinth for your father. Was this the end? Did he make it and not remember? You noticed the confusion in Eskel’s eyes.

“This is all a dream caused by a spell. My father is trying to get you to waste time. You’ve been asleep four hours already.” Eskel took in a sharp breath, he had to get out of here fast.

“Don’t worry, once you break the spell and wake I will have a friend there to help you. He can’t guide your way, but he should be able to stop my father from meddling any further.” With that you quickly kissed the underside of his jaw before disappearing once more into the sea of dancers.

Eskel looked around for a way to escape. It was only then he realized, the ballroom had no exits. All opening just lead to more ballroom. He was standing in the middle of the dance floor when a glimmer caught his eye. A grand glass chandelier was hung on the ceiling by a singular rope. Eskel grabbed a bow and arrow off of a guest, dressed bizarrely as a grotesque cupid. Quickly taking aim and firing, the arrow hit its mark and nearly snapping the rope. The chandelier swayed for a moment as the rope frayed and frayed before breaking, letting the massive structure fall to the floor.

Eskel closed his eyes and threw up his hands to shield himself from the shards of glass. When he opened them he was greeted by a tree branches shading him from overhead. He sat up slowly, trying once again to get his bearings. He quickly noticed he was missing his red striped gambison. He looked around for it when he noticed a great beast ahead of him.

It was huge. Many feet larger than himself and wide. It was covered in hair like fur with horns atop it’s head. Face wrinkly, with it’s lower jaw protruding outward. The creature was sitting down, intently trying to put on Eskel’s gambison. Slowly growing frustrated and sad as the leather refused to yield over the creatures massive arm.

Eskel moved cautiously toward the beast. Just he was nearing it he saw the creature slump it’s shoulders in defeat, letting the armor fall to the ground, the sleeve still stuck on it’s wrist. Eskel chuckled at it’s child-like behavior.

“Looks like we may need to get you a bigger size. Are you the friend y/n sent to me?” The beast perked it’s ears and grinned at Eskel, standing up on two legs to tower over Eskel. It shook it’s arm to trying and remove the piece of clothing still attached.

“Here let me.” Eskel took the beast’s arm with great care a slowly removed the gambison, eyes switching between what he was doing at the creature’s reaction. After he had removed it, he put the jacket back on.

“Thank you” he nodded at the creature and received one in return. Looking around for a path to being his journey again.

True to your word, Eskel was not bothered again as he made his way to the castle. Walls stopped moving on there own accord and the ground stopped giving way beneath him. Creatures did still trying to stop him, but he didn’t need to avoid them. They all turned around once they caught sight of his fuzzy companion.

He made it past the entrance to the city that lay underneath the castle—his new friend refusing to enter with him-- before he was stopped by a small line of…. ‘soldiers”? There was about a dozen of what Eskel assumed were the goblins he heard you and Jaskier talk about. All clad in makeshift helmets and armed with odd stabbing weapons.

“what ‘re we sposed to do?” one goblin whispered very loudly to the one next to it.

“sposed to stop him” The other whispered back.

“k you go first” The first one replied, now not bothering to whisper at all.

“not going first, he’s too spikey, you first” The second one shoved the first, which knocked him into the goblin behind him. Soon the whole herd of them were yelling and fighting with one another. Eskel stepped over the line before making his way toward the castle.

Eskel made his way to the throne room and was greeted by your father sitting on his throne. He looked up and appeared to be shocked Eskel was standing before him.

“How did you get up here so fast? The guard was supposed to stop you.” You father sat at attention.

“That’s the king’s guard?”

“There’s a reason the labyrinth is our main defense mechanism.” Eskel held back a laugh at your father’s bitter tone.

“This run should be disqualified” Eskel was about to protest when your mother spoke up from behind him, entering the throne room.

“Now you and I both know that denizens of the kingdom are allowed to help if they so choose.”

You father grumbled in his seat, crossing his arms.

“Figures today of all days the rock monster goes out on a stroll and takes a liking to him” Eskel was curious about his companion but his mind was quickly elsewhere as he heard hastened footsteps coming his way. Eskel had barely turned around when you launched yourself into his arms. Burying your head into his neck as laughter overtook the both of you.

Eskel sat you down and you beamed at one another. The moment being lost as your father let out a loud ‘ah hem”.

You were having none of it and gave it right back at him.

“Don’t you have something you need to say now papa?” You asked, looking expectantly at your father. Watching him smile to himself.

“You have my blessing…… I guess” You mother gave his shoulder a light smack.

“Knock it off, I know for a fact you like him better than any of the people Julian has brought home” A shiver ran down your father’s spine before he quickly spoke

“You’re right as always my dear, Eskel welcome to the family”

You looked up at him and smiled as you saw the satisfaction reflect on Eskel’s face.

“Now run along you two, before I change my mind” Your father’s threat was empty but you still dragged him out regardless. Running through the halls of the castle as the quickly setting sun cast your shadows on the walls.

You lead Eskel out to the garden just as the moon started to rise.

“If I may, I’d like to finish that dance now”

Eskel spun you around the garden, the night sky reflecting in both your eyes as you gazed at one another.

You father was perched on the windowsill, letting the cool night breeze wash over his back as he observed your mother who was steadily working on crocheting some baby stockings.

“You know they’re not going to need those for a while.”

“Says you” She said, not looking up from her work.

“Yes says me, because I told y/n what you did’

“You what?” You mother looked up at your father, furious that he had ruined her perfectly laid out plan.

“Love, even for the fae, lying to your daughter because you want grandchildren is a bit much” Your father smiled as your mother crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. She huffed dramatically before setting the yarn away in the side table while rolling her eyes. She gazed at the glass butterfly that sat on her nightstand for a moment.

“You don’t think Julian will be upset when he finds out were going to give y/n the crown do you?”

“Upset? He’ll be ecstatic.” Your father sighed “That boy ain’t right. He’s the only person I know that would rather be chased and sleep on the group rather than have a constant comfortable place to rest his head.”

You mother continued to gaze at the figure

“He’s a free spirit” She laid down to go to sleep as your father turn around to look out the window—mesmerized as he watched two stars dance across the night sky.

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@writingmysanity @ab-haya @just-a-sad-donut @seidenbros @deliciousblackfatcat @bushtail

#eskel my beloved #alaska writes #eskel x reader #abo au #alpha/beta/omega verse #sweet eskel #soft eskel #hey you read the tags!#mom is a trouble maker #this is so self indulgent #and i don't even care #i am my own target audience

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Baby Alpha Lambert

Lambert x Eskel things i’ll never finish so you can have this with no context or satisfying ending... You’re welcome

I just want omega Eskel

Big soft omega Eskel

but mostly him choosing Lambert as his mate except Lambert is only just of age and has absolutely no idea that Eskel is courting him.

so then when Eskel's heat hits and he scruffs Lambert as he's walking through a hall and is on his knot in seconds right there Lambert has to get with the program and fast

and Lambert is cocky as ever he’s like "didn't think i'd lose my virginity in a corridor but it will make a great story."

but then Eskel's scent goes acrid and sour like he's hurt by what Lambert says.

he automatically believes this is him officially being told that Lambert has rejected his courting because why would someone joke about a sacred moment as when mates first knot

and Lambert who is still tied to him starts whimpering at how sad Eskel is and he's now thrashing at the knot trying to get free and that is really not comfortable for omega

so as Lambert panics and wants to make his omega feel better anyway he can, he wraps his arms around Eskel’s chest holds him as still as possible and bites down on his neck

and Eskel's scent turns joyful and Lambert is thinking fucking hell yeah nailed it.

And Eskel is clamping down on Lamberts knot as he comes and comes and comes the feedback loop of being mated and wanted and knotted just spiralling the omega off and Lambert can hardly hold them up he's leaning back against the wall with all of Eskel's weight on his chest

one witcher walks by and congratulates them as he passes

Lambert holds Eskel for what feels like hours, until the omega stops clenching so hard his knot is able to go down enough that he can turn Eskel in his arms and carry him bridal style back to Eskel’s room where his nest is made and Lambert's brain cell starts to catch up

in the room are all the trinkets and potions and bombs Lambert has made and thought he'd discarded, and those are his missing clothes and towels in the nest and all the things Eskel has been doing for him for the last OH SHIT months, they've been courting for months

and so he lays eskel down in the nest and he immediately rolls onto his chest and pulls his knees up under him. his hole is puffy and red with heat, loose enough to knot right away, and eskel is moaning into his pillows face turned away from Lambert

And now Lambert knows he will not have his omega shying away from him. "Mine" rumbles out of him, "Omega, look at me"

and Eskel turns his head, his weight mostly balanced on his shoulders as he reaches behind him to pull his cheeks apart.

he looks Lambert in the eye and says "Fuck me alpha"

and what's Lambert to do but listen to his beautiful, smart, strong amazing mate

he's not even gotten soft yet, since the scent of heat and mate had filled his nose, he felt as if he could fuck for days his prick so hard and bigger than it had ever been when he had played with it, when he had classmates, had fooled around as teenager do

So for the second time in his life Lambert is about to have sex!

at least this time he's a bit more in control, but if he's being honest the way he'd been stalked and attacked by the omega was an incredible turn on and something he is not opposed of doing again

but he needs to focus cause there is his mate before him begging him to make everything better, to fuck him and care for him and protect him from this day until the end of their days

and Lambert would not let Eskel down. this man had chosen his dumb ass he was not going to fuck this up.

"Your thinking too hard, baby." Eskel moans from below Lamberts frozen body

"just slip it in me and your body will take over. I need you baby alpha"

the name makes Lambert shudder

He sinks into Eskel's tight heat, not bothering to check to see if he was loose enough.

he would give Eskel the world

but first, his cock

and as he drives home he drapes his body over Eskel’s, pushes his omega's head down and pistons his hips hard fast and rough

he will learn how to truely please Eskel but at the height of his heat and his first time as well neither is stupid enough to think this is as good as it will get

Lambert's body certainly does take over and his alpha is a growling slobbering mess as he chases his knot

his teeth at set again on Eskel's neck, he will bite Eskel over and over againi during his heat, each bite cementing their bond until even on a witcher's neck the scar will never fade

their fates will be bound by destiny by the end of the heat

they will live, fight, travel and grow old or as old as their carreer will offer them

Lambert's knot catches and the alpha howls before grinding in deeper than before and biting down on eskel’s neck

again the bite sets off a reaction Eskel coming untouched into the blankets as his ass clenches down tight on lamberts knot, his channel pulsing and pulling orgasm after orgasm from his alpha

#alpha beta omega #a/b/o dynamics #alpha Lambert #omega eskel #Witcher #eskel x lambert

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wonderfulwitchythings · 2 years

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Omegaverse Witcher Server

I’ve decided to create a brand new server, specifically just for anyone in the Witcher fandom interested in the Omegaverse.

18+ ONLY

https://discord.gg/2TYSeJr7

#the witcher #witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #eskel #lambert #vesemir #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #omega #alpha #beta #omegaverse #witcher omegaverse

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readingnreccing · 3 months

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Stop One Heart From Breaking by inexplicifics

Jaskier's been a ruined omega for six years now. He's been bought by more alphas than he cares to count, and sold on again; he knows how this works. Being bought by a witcher is a new level of terror...and then it turns out it's not just one witcher, but three. Jaskier is fairly sure he's going to die. And then it turns out that witchers really don't act much like human alphas at all.

This story is so wonderful and tender and loving. Jaskier is a "ruined omega" and sold in Omega auctions to whoever bids the highest and they can do whatever they want to him. Jaskier doesn't have much hope when it comes to alphas, in his experience they are all very violent. But then Geralt buys Jaskier from the auction and takes him to Lambert and Eskel. (Which just makes Jaskier even more worried, because now there's three alpha witchers). But the witchers are different from all alphas he has ever met. And they treat him well, respect him, protect him. And as much as Jaskier is afraid of trusting them, he feels safer than he's ever felt.

This story is so wonderful I don't even know what to say. Jaskier has Trauma, and his witchers are so good and loving and patient with him. Their relationship develops so well and honestly. It really is a feel good story. The hurt all happened prior to the story, and the whole fic is the comfort. (The smut is also super hot). - Also, all 4 of them are together, not just with Jaskier.

Author’s tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Recovery, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kaer Morhen's Fanon Hot Springs (The Witcher), Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe, Bathing/Washing

Remember to leave feedback to the author! <3

#the witcher #geraskier #jaskier x eskel x lambert x geralt #fic rec #jaskier #geralt of rivia #eskel #lambert #omegaverse #pack bonding #soft #protective character #polyamory #slow burn #canon divergent #e #10k 50k #complete #inexplicifics

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eskelsgirl · 24 days

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Labour?

(Title is still in the works) This is just a brief prologue. With an abrupt ending. Main pairing: Geraskier, Side pairings: Vesemir/Original Male Character, Eskel/Original Female character. Tags: Alpha/Omega/Beta au, canon divergence, arrange marriage -kind of? Vesemir looks down, unimpressed at the young omega at his feet, even less so at the omega’s beta ‘father’ that put him there. Male omegas were as rare as alpha females, unheard of but not impossible. The boy wasn’t a tiny thing like his omega; he was all limbs and about as tall as his oldest, with no hips to speak of. This wasn’t the first time men have tried to sell their unwanted children off to the witchers to pay their debts. But Vesemir already had enough pups and wasn’t looking for another.

“And what am I to do with him?” Vesemir asks, looking back up at the court. “He’s no child surprise, far too old for the mutations to take.” The beta growls a low warning, which is unimpressive, but Vesemir doesn’t allow the challenge to go unpunished. Growling back louder, a vicious snarl that sends the beta aback. A fraction of a movement caught Vesemir’s eyes: a young girl hanging off the skirts of her maid. The red swollen mark on her cheek would soon become a proper bruise. She was a timid thing, holding on to a well-cared-for doll. “She’ll do,” Vesemir says, his eyes narrowing on the girl. "She’ll make a fine playmate for my youngest.” “No!” The forgotten omega at his feet snaps, grasping Vesemir’s arm, pulling attention back onto him. “You will not touch her.” Cornflower blue meets harden amber, the first time Vesemir had seen the omega’s eyes full of defiance. The pieces clicked; maybe he would have a use for this omega after all. “Very well, then,” Vesemir shacks his arm out of the boy’s grasp. “I’ll take the omega off your hands, as well as his dowry.” “Dowry!” The beta yells, “Yes, if he is to mate one of my sons, a dowry is to be paid,” Vesemir explains, taking the time to now circle around the omega. “Then again, you are trying to cheat your way out of a 1,000 crown contract. You must not even have a dowry for your children.” A few snickers meet Vesemir’s ears, it seems someone else was enjoying the look of humiliation on the Lord’s face. After that, getting the dowry, a horse for the omega, and a bag of his belongings didn't take much convincing. “Go witcher.” The lord sneered, “Do not expect a warm welcome again.” —------- It was a long ride to where ever the Witcher alpha was taking him. While Jaskier was pleased to be away from his father, he will dearly miss his little sister and hope she will be safe without him there to protect her. The alpha didn’t speak much or at all, only deeming him worthy of conversation to command when to rest, eat, and water the horses. Jaskier wasn’t good at silence, so he spent most of the time lost in his head, humming songs or speaking softly to himself. He had made it through most of Hannelore Varidil’s epic poem, which he had memorized years ago. When they had stopped in a village outside of Kaedwen after weeks of camping outside, Jaskier was ready for a real bed, even if it was filled with straw. The Witcher dismounted effortlessly, while Jaskier still hadn’t mastered it. Once his feet touched solid ground, a young boy quickly gathered the reins in exchange for a few coins. “Come.” One-word commands. It seems that all the conversation Jaskier will ever have. Vesemir leads him to some form of market, stalls set up near two established buildings, the inn, and a tailor. Assuming they were heading for the inn, Jaskier didn’t think much but walked forward, only to be stopped by Vesemir. “Finally going to sell me then?” Jaskier couldn’t help the quip as it left his mouth. Then, he braced himself for a smack that never came, only a chuckle. “Not worth the hassle.” Vesemir answered, “They’ll probably arrest me for kidnapping.” “Fair. So what are we doing?” “Shopping.” Vesemir turned to the nearest stall, selling vegetables, and moved on before finding a traveling merchant with what he needed. “A master Witcher,” the merchant smiled. Vesemir didn’t need his secondary gender to tell him what he needed from the man. The Distaste was obvious, but he wouldn't turn down a paying customer.

“A blue Opal pendant to match your omega’s beautiful eyes.” The pendant was beautiful, and its silver wiring suited it better than the gilded sapphire next to it. Vesemir huffed but didn’t correct the merchant; instead settled on a crescent moon-shaped jasper with bronze wiring. “My mate prefers the simpler things in life,” Vesemir admits, holding the necklace in the light. “A young thing such as him-“

“He’s not my mate. He’s for my son.” Vesemir growls,

#Witcher #Geraskier #Geraskier a/o/b #geralt of rivia #jaskier the bard #jaskier #omega Jaskier #Alpha Geralt

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hoomhum · 4 months

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Tag Game: Find the Words

I was tagged by @inexplicifics who gave me the words "kiss", "laugh" and "snarl" to find in my WIPS. Thanks for the tag! This was fun. :)

Kiss was kind of hard to find in something I haven't posted yet! But here's an excerpt from the very beginning of a WIP titled Ghost!Jask.

"All our girls are booked up tonight," says the madam as they drag themselves through the ornate doors of the brothel. She spares them only a brief glance, lip curling in disgust. "And the lads." "Please," Geralt says, turning blindly toward her voice. "We just need a room. Not company." "And a bath," Eskel adds, adjusting his grip on Geralt's arm, where it lays over his shoulder. "We've coin to pay. We won't be any trouble." He needs to get Geralt horizontal, needs to look at his eyes and get another dose of Swallow in him, and Kiss for himself; the wound in his gut isn't closing up like it should. It's burning with some sort of infection. The madam sniffs at them both. The room is full of women, and a few men— all employees, by the looks of them. They seem to be frozen at the sight of them. Wearily, Eskel digs into his gambeson and pulls free a pouch of gold, only stained a little by his own blood. It's nearly all that they've made on this contract, but it won't do them any good dead. "There's an attic," the madam says finally. "We don't use it, but for storage. I'll send a bath up, but you won't be dragging your filthy selves through the building in that state."

Laugh, from an untitled omegaverse AU, where Jaskier finds himself won when a mysterious alpha challenges his fiance to a duel.

"I'm sorry." He looks up to find that all three Alphas have stopped what they're doing and are looking at him with concern. It's Geralt that had spoken to him from across the fire. "I'd make him take you back, if that's what you wanted. If they'd listen. I was— not in control of myself. I didn't mean to take you away." Jaskier huffs a sad laugh. "He was going to take my voice. I should be thanking you." "He what?" "I'm a bard. Classically trained, studied at Oxenfurt, all of it. But he didn't care about that, apparently," Jaskier says to his bowl of porridge. "I was just a good match. Financially. He wanted my family's contacts. When you intervened he'd just announced he'd found a hedge witch willing to silence me. So I wouldn't be so. Annoying." "What the fuck," Lambert spits, looking back in the direction of town. "Damn, omega, you want me to kill him for you? I will." Geralt's expression is furious, a growl building low in his throat. "I'll help." "That wouldn't help anything," Eskel cuts in. He reaches out, as though to touch Jaskier's shoulder, but seems to think better of it. "I'm sorry. We'll find you someone better."

Snarl, from the latest chapter of Double Down, my thief!Jaskier story:

"You bringing him to poker tomorrow?" Eskel asks, moving to power down his laptop and collect his shirt and jacket. Geralt swears beneath his breath. They have a tradition, the three of them, to meet for a game at Vesemir's each month. "Why the fuck would he do that?" Lambert snarls, glancing up as he shoves his own laptop into his bag. "So we can stop trading the same two hundred crowns between us all. New blood, and all that," Eskel says. "Poker?" Jaskier joins them, buttoning up his shirt and collecting his jacket. "Ooh, is this like a team bonding activity?"

#the witcher #geraskier #wolf pack/Jask #Jaskier #hfdasjk just realized my excerpts are huge #enjoy them anyway please haha

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 months

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

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geraskierficrecs · 1 year

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End of the Year Updates (2022)

Thank you all for hanging around and continuing to be amazing friends, writers, artists, and readers for the Witcher fandom! You have all been incredibly supportive and make me so glad that I am a part of this too. To that end, I’ve collected all the fics I’ve completed or are in progress this year.

Links and descriptions under the cut.

In-Progress:

The Sin Eater

“He doesn’t have much time now,” the demon observed, “Even Witchers need oxygen. This is your only hope of saving him.”

Jaskier’s face went firm and determined, turning back to the creature with no sign of his earlier hesitation.

The demon looked amused. “Are you sure he’d worth giving up so much?”

“All that and more,” Jaskier whispered.

Then he stepped into the circle. ————————— To save Geralt, Jaskier lets himself be possessed by the demon he was hunting. Will there be anything left of the bard for Geralt to save?

The Fixer

In the world of the wealthiest members of society, there is only one man who you call when there is a problem that needs to disappear. Whether it's killing off your competition or ensuring you have the blackmail you need to keep your enemies at bay, Jaskier--better known as Dandelion--has made a living getting his hands dirty.

So, when the offer comes to track down the missing child of a billionaire CEO, Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier is more than happy to go undercover and get the information they need to ensure Geralt doesn't become a problem.

But what happens when he starts to have feelings for the kind, smartass barista and his strange family?

Completed Multi-Chapter Works:

Lark of My Heart

“What do I smell like to you?”

Geralt looked up from where he was sharpening a blade to frown at the bard. “What?”

“You’re always sniffing around me,” Jaskier explained with a smile that covered the sheepish blush on his cheeks, “And I've read that Witchers have a keen sense of smell so tell me, what do I smell like to you?”

Home. ___________________________

After the mountain, Geralt faces the reality of what his temper has destroyed and tries to pretend like he's fine with that. (He isn't.)

Call Me Sunshine (Jaskier/Eskel)

It becomes a habit to keep an eye on the front door every Wednesday. Jaskier told him after the second week that he tries to grab the flowers on his lunch break. It’s how he found the shop in the first place.

“I tutor a kid near here,” he tells Eskel as he watches the florist trim the thorns off some David Austen roses. “He’s a menace, but his mom wants him to learn piano and is willing to pay for all the grey hairs I’m getting.”

“You play piano?”

“And a few other instruments. My favorite is the lute.”

Eskel grins a little. “A lute? Do you moonlight as a bard too?” ___________________________

Or, a florist AU with enough misunderstandings and pining to fill an entire season of a CW show.

Dying for You (Again and Again)

By his understandably shoddy memory, Jaskier had died over 1300 times since he first drew breath several hundred years ago.

Somehow, none of those deaths ever seemed to hurt as much as the dreams of Geralt. ___________________________________

Or, the Old Guard AU no one asked for, but I wrote.

With My Last Breath

Jaskier is tortured by Nilfgaard--angst, whump, and fluff follow. In that order.

Wolves and Men

There was a challenge in his expression. A dare for Geralt to cast him aside once more.

Like he had on the mountain.

If life could give me one blessing—Geralt shook his head to banish the memory of those vicious words. Words he’d had plenty of time to regret in the years since Jaskier had walked away. Since Gerat had sent him away.

“Jaskier,” he whispered, voice thick. ________________________ Jaskier thought he'd found the perfect alpha to follow for the rest of his life only to be cast aside. He should have known better--the White Wolf always hunts alone.

If Wishing Made It So

Geralt stared down into the ravine and the glittering rocks below and wished the rumors of the Witcher’s missing emotions were true. He wished for a lot of things, then, staring down at the smear of blue silk stained red.

None of them came true. ———-

On a hunt that goes bad, Geralt is forced to imagine a world where his bard will no longer walk at his side.

Series:

Villainous Universe

Series featuring a supervillain Jaskier falling for the superhero Witcher, Geralt of Rivia. Contains explicit content as well as all my favorite angsty tropes.

The Sentinel/Guide Verse

Jaskier was half way through a lackluster rendition of one of his least popular songs when his world went static.

In his ears, a foreign heartbeat thundered, ragged and wounded. It felt as though his lungs had gone sideways with the sensation. Even the air itself tasted like it was charged with lightning, bright and bitter as ozone. Deep in his gut, he felt something urging himself forward, pulling him like some invisible string towards an unknown destination.

Something brushed across his senses, rough as tree bark, and sinking into his skin to crawl like ants beneath. He froze, eyes darting around the room like he could spot whoever it was that had sent his senses scrambling against the hard earned shields he was always careful to maintain. In his hands, his fingers faltered, melody disappearing beneath the wave of wrong that felt like it was choking him.

The answer was simple--and impossible.

There was a Sentinel here.

The Full Cops and Robbers Verse

An enemies to lovers story revolving around a charming, mysterious thief and the cop that is absolutely done with his shit.

The Witcher Soldier Verse

Geralt barely managed to slam the pommel of his sword up in a glancing blow that shattered the metal latch holding the Soldier’s mask in place. The Soldier rolled into the movement with a dancer’s grace and came to his full height just as easily. For a moment, his hands reached up to run over the exposed skin, before he slowly turned to face Geralt once more.

The Witcher froze in a mixture of horror and near-frantic hope.

He stared into the eyes of a dead man and whispered, “Jaskier?”

The Soldi--the bard frowned at him in confusion and spoke with a voice rough with disuse,

“Who the hell is Jaskier?” ___________________________

Or, the Winter Soldier AU.

A Light in the Dark Series

One will rise And one will fail, But none can escape destiny’s call. ____________

Jaskier is a bard with a secret. For all the world knows, he strolled onto a stage ten years ago and made a name for himself as the sidekick of the White Wolf. But what came before? And will he be able to escape destiny's call?

A Three Part Series Exploring My Take on a Feral Version of Jaskier

One Shots:

Star Crossed

“It’s not true.” The man’s voice is rough as a knife over gravel and is short enough to make the bard falter at his tone. It takes him a moment to realize he’s referring to the story he’d told as part of the festival.

“You don’t believe in the lost lovers?” he asks, offended to the very core of his romantic heart. He stands a little straighter to glare up at the larger man. “I’ll have you know that my story comes from the works of Master Essi herself--she knew the lovers herself. It's the foundation story of our whole town and this festival! How can you say the story isn’t true?”

A shadow crosses over the stranger’s face and eyes that flash gold flick away from the bard to stare at the trees and the lonely hill. Despite himself, the bard feels his heart ache at the grief in his expression.

“He didn’t come back.”

Burn For You

Jaskier twitched helplessly as the women filed out of the mill and left him where he was bound on the floor. He arched his back slightly, trying to see to where the fire was slowly creeping from the bed to drip onto the floor. It hit the edge of the floor and he closed his eyes, going limp with exhausted pain.

His body ached as he lay on the ground, bleeding. The floor was cold at his back and noise came through staticky and broken like a voice through a waterfall. He could just vaguely hear footsteps thudding toward him accompanied by shouting. Still, his vision refused to focus, and the only thing he could identify around him was the flickering red of the flames reflected in the cloud heavy with rain that would never be enough to stop the fire spreading through the mill.

All he could hope was that the smoke killed him before he began to burn.

Gilded With Blood (Aiden/Lambert)

Aiden watched the slowly growing pool of his life’s blood dripping onto the red rock below him. His chest rose and fell in ragged little gasps made awkward by the sword still pinning him to the earth. Pain was far away now and he knew only the cold chill of death would replace it.

As his eyes closed, he couldn’t help but think:

This was going to destroy Lambert.

A Gentleman’s Guide to Seducing Your Fiancé

It is a truth universally known that Geralt fucking hated Viscount Julien de Lettenhove.

Their rivalry was the stuff of legends, the sort that drew the eye and the idle gossip of members of court. It ensured that each time they came within five feet of the other, the entire room would go still, watchful. Eager. For what could be more delicious, more exciting than a fight between the Crown Prince and his new betrothed?

I’ll Sleep Forever Next to You

“Geralt?” Eskel’s voice distracts him from his spiraling thoughts. “What’s wrong? Where’s the lark?”

Geralt seizes on his brother in arms, near desperate for someone who might know what to do. “He’s sick. He’s, he’s coughing, feverish--”

“How long?” The older Witcher looks like he does before battle, steady and fierce.

“I, I’m not sure.” Abruptly, Jaskier’s early night has all manner of new meanings. Had he been feeling poorly that long? His brow furrows. “He sounded like he was having trouble breathing last night.” _____________________________________

Or, three Witchers freak out over a bard with a cold.

Don’t Leave Me

Jaskier’s hands tighten around Geralt before slowly losing their grip, spasming where they fall limp. “Ger--geralt--”

“Don’t you dare,” he snarls back, “Don’t you dare try to give me your fucking goodbyes. You are not dying.”

“S--silly man.” Jaskier’s smile is full of painful fondness. “Would you fight death for me?”

Geralt swings him up into his arms and nearly weeps at the sound of familiar hooves running in his direction. “Every. Fucking. Time.”

Between One Heartbeat and the Next

Please. Please, not this.

Don’t make him listen to Jaskier’s voice beginning to strain in a way it never did on stage even as he continued to reassure Geralt.

“It’s okay… Geralt, you’ll be okay.”

Not without you.

“You’re...gonna be fine in...just a little while.”

You won’t.

“ ‘s...not...so bad...like going to sleep.”

Nononononopleaseno

Waiting for the Sun

Jaskier was dying.

The confirmation came with each cramping, shallow breath and spots of grey drowning out the mottled stone walls that would become his tomb. After all the years he’d spent terrified of this moment, it was almost anticlimactic to realize he was too tired now to fight back any longer. He was dying. The world would continue without him.

Blood dripped from his fingertips and formed erratic patterns against his own skin. Over the sound of his racing heart he could hear footsteps and murmured voices that made him want to vomit or rage in fury.

They were watching him. He didn’t need to look up into the window to see the strange faces twisted into cruel smiles, pleased at his suffering. He hated them.

Not a Damsel, Not in Distress

The one closest to him raised his trembling sword with a panicked expression at the unexpected violence. “Wh--what the fuck? You’re just a bard.”

Jaskier’s smile was more a baring of his teeth, made more alarming with the blood sprayed across his skin and clothing. “Your first mistake was believing that.” _____________________________

Geralt and Jaskier are ambushed by a pack of mercenaries. It was really their fault for believing the yellow eyed Witcher was the only threat.

Frantic

Geralt was hanging limply against the rough bark. Two daggers kept him pinioned like a bug in place and left dark streaks of drying blood down his arms and exposed chest. Silver hair was matted close to his forehead from a sluggishly bleeding would that left golden eyes hazy and unfocused. Worst still were the bruises littering every inch of exposed skin like a collage of torment.

His Witcher had been tortured.

———

There was a name for the emotion burning like fire in his blood, eating away at the dandelion bard that had made his living seeking the pleasure of others. A simple phrase that barely encompasses the new tension in his bones and made his mind focus with singular, violent intent.

Wrath.

A Blade in the Back

There was a flicker of movement at his side and he felt something slam into his unprotected flank. Magic blew past him, ruffling his hair but leaving him unharmed. Surprised by the sudden attack, Geralt stumbled and whirled to face whoever had hit him.

Only instead of a beast, he saw a bard.

Jaskier clutched at his chest where a dark stain seemed to spread over his heart. His bright eyes stared at Geralt helplessly, mouth opening and closing without sound. Geralt stared back at him in shock until Jaskier dropped heavily to his knees, collapsing like a puppet with his strings cut. ___________

In the midst of a battle, Jaskier is hit with an unknown curse. All at once Geralt finds himself locked in battle with the only man he wants to protect.

The Sweetest Poison

“And what do you want in return? Your freedom? Your safety?”

Jaskier didn’t flinch from her scorn and Geralt could see his knuckles go white with the force of his grip around the small vial. “Save him.”

The mage stared at him for a beat before letting out a burst of laughter that echoed off the wall like the flutter of vultures wings. “All this trouble for the Witcher?” she asked incredulously, “Tell me, boy, do you really think he would do the same for you? That he cares at all what happens to the bard who follows after him like a lost puppy?” She stepped forward, confident as a soldier preparing his death blow. “Oh, I know who you are, bard. I watched you trailing after the Witcher, eager for every scrap of affection or interest he’ll toss your way. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Jaskier was breathing heavily now, jaw clenched tight enough that Geralt could see the muscles fluttering with effort.

“Were you hoping this ill-conceived rescue mission would be enough to make him finally notice you?” she murmured with a mocking smile, “Poor little bard--always singing of love but never truly experiencing it.”

Into the Jaskierverse Additions:

Interlude: The Thief

Jaskier opened his mouth to cry out, to scream, anything, but it was ripped away by the jagged shards of reality tearing through him. It was the djinn all over again. The agony of watching Geralt disappearing beneath the rubble of the house. The first chill that always signaled Geralt returning to Kaer Morhen. The pull of power and magic that he now recognized as the moment before a spell hit and he was left with no option but to wait for the pain to hit--helpless in the whims of an unnatural force.

Only this time there was nothing to stop the raw power that seemed determined to unravel him down to his very soul.

was

remade.

Not Without You

“Geralt?” he finally whispered, a fragile hope in the familiar word.

“I’m here,” Geralt said as he crossed the room to stand next to the table. “I’ve got you.”

Kicking aside the corpse of the mage, he fumbled with the restraints until he was able to release Jaskier’s arms and legs. They twitched weakly against him and Geralt ran his hands over the rough shirt and pants Jaskier had been dressed in, searching for any other injuries.

“Geralt?”

“It’s me,” Geralt soothed. “They won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

Jaskier’s hands found an anchor against the front of Geralt’s shirt and he shuddered violently. “I thought...I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

#geraskier #my stuff #geralt/jaskier #geraltxjaskier #jaskier/geralt #whump #angst #Angst with a happy ending #modern au #completed story #ao3feed #masterlist #feral jaskier #badass geralt #badass jaskier #lambert/aiden

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Reading Witcher fic is sort of entertaining because it's more or less Original to me since I haven't read the source material and the show is... weird and fairly badly written/put together. I imagine them as looking however I want them to look etc. I also do not care for the most popular story type which seems to be twinky Jaskier being a silly goose and/or delicate without much else to his personality. However, I will read Jaskier topping the shit out of Geralt, but that's another matter. All of this is to say that I wouldn't normally find much of interest in a Jaskier is in heat! Alpha! Geralt and Alpha!Eskel (I assume book!Eskel) take care of him but... it had some Mattin, Arden, Mil vibes from the omega Mattin story. Only a little, but it did make me miss them.

Yes I really need to be writing again. I know it. If only one's brains could be commanded to work.

#omega!geralt is way more fun by the way #or omega!Lambert with all of them #idk about characterization but that is not of my business

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A Mistake

Can Eskel do what needs to be done to fix his mistakes?

chapter 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Eskel should have know there would be more consequences to his actions than just a stupid and unplanned bonding.

He didn’t sleep at all that night, holding his omega in his arms and listening to you breathe; you were sick, and it was because of him. He was the worst alpha, and he didn’t deserve you.

Letting a few silent tears run down his face, Eskel let himself dream about what it could have been like if he did it right— if he met you and properly courted you, waited until you truly loved him until he shared your heat, mating you after you’d both discussed it beforehand. He could be a good alpha, he thinks— but he’d already fucked this up so much it seemed irreparable.

As the sun started to pour into the room, you stirred in his arms, looking up at him blearily before giving him a warm smile.

“Morning, alpha.”

Eskel smiled in return, pressing a kiss to your forehead in response. “We’re going to a healer today. I’ll take care of you.”

You let out a content sigh, burrowing in further against his chest. “Don’t wanna move.”

Eskel chuckled, nosing against your scent gland to get at the honey-sweet smell of happiness from the source. He almost forgot it wasn’t real— almost.

He shifted you in his arms, clearing his throat as he tracked the location of his swords, all the windows and doorways in your home. Anything to keep himself grounded.

“Come on, let’s get this done. I don’t want you to—“ he paused, shaking his head. “I just want you healthy again.”

You huffed, hand coming up to rest on his chest, above his heart. “I’m not afraid of you, Eskel,” you murmured, running your nails through his chest hair and lazily tracing the abundance of scars upon his skin.

Eskel swallowed, almost uncomfortable with how gentle you were being with him. No one has ever— he just wasn’t used to it. “I didn’t say you were.”

“You hold yourself back like you’re expecting me to run if you make the wrong move.” You pressed a kiss to his neck, and Eskel couldn’t hold back the shudder.

“How do you—“

“The bond, I think,” you hummed, meeting his eyes. “I feel very… close to you. Like you’re a part of me.”

Eskel felt it too— but admitting it out loud felt like accepting it, and he couldn’t. That would make it too hard when you eventually realized how terrible of an alpha he was.

So he just carefully sat up in bed, disentangling you from himself and beginning to get dressed. “There’s a healer here, right?”

The healer confirmed what Eskel had thought— a few of your slick glands were infected, most likely because the heat was not properly finished after a bonding. The old woman glared over at Eskel, but she needn’t chastise him— he already felt horrible and knew he was entirely to blame. She most likely thought the brutish, aggressive witcher had forced himself on you.

But you held his hand, squeezing it gently as the healer explained that the glands would need to be massaged until the infection was expelled, then a tea of special herbs needed to be taken to clean everything out.

Eskel panicked slightly, positive there was no way you’d want him to lay a hand on you again like that. But that clearly wasn’t the case, as you glanced up at him with slight pink cheeks and a smirk.

“I think we can do that.”

Eskel couldn’t stop the deep, possessive rumble that came from him even if he tried. He leaned in and nosed at your bond mark, glancing at the healer.

“Is… is the mark okay? I think I-I did it wrong.”

The healer gave a perfunctory look, waving her hand. “It’s healing, that happens sometimes when mates are apart soon after a bond. It should get better as you two remain together.”

Shit. Eskel nodded blankly, wondering what else he had unknowingly done to you by leaving. He just couldn’t stop fucking up.

The healer passed you a satchel of herbs, explaining, “For the tea. Three times a day after the infection is released. And, dear, do that soon. That infection may spread and damage your ability to have children.”

Eskel heard a quiet whimper from you, your hand squeezing his slightly. “Of course.”

The healer left the room, and Eskel turned to you, looking down at the floor. “I… I’m going to make you better, I promise.”

By the end, his voice was a whisper, and he felt like he’d rather be hit in the chest by a poisoned forktail and thrown against a tree than know he couldn’t give you what you clearly wanted.

It was unspoken. Witchers are sterile. I cannot give you children. Your heat will never result in a pregnancy.

When he looked up, your eyes were watery but you just nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his chest. “It’s okay, alpha.”

It wasn’t, not really. But there was nothing he could do about it— just another fucking reason this was a huge mistake. He should have never bonded with you, with anyone.

As you led him back to you home, Eskel realized he couldn’t bring himself to completely regret it— he had this wonderful, smart, caring omega that treated him like a king, and never in a million years did he think he would ever get that. He was starting to see past the haze of the bond, and could feel himself falling for you. For your gentle touches and kind words. For the way you accepted him, mistakes and scars and all.

You started a fire, then turned to Eskel and bit your lip, hands toying with the laces of your bodice.

“So… should we take care of this now?”

#eskel x you #eskel fic #eskel x reader #eskel imagine #netflix eskel #eskel #alpha!eskel

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Tender Love and Care Part 14 Finale

Masterlist

The world around you was full of greenery. The path covered in soft moss, plush cushioning under your bare feet. Trees grew over the top of the path, shading it nicely, and a cool invigorating breeze came by every now and again.

Why were you here?

How did you get here?

You looked to your left and saw her. The woman from so many years ago. She didn’t age a day, and you had to look down at yourself to make sure you were not a young girl once again. You heard her chuckle.

“It’s been awhile hasn’t it? It’s good to see you again.” She beamed at you and you returned the smile with equal force. All your questions from before absent. Her calming aura taking the worries from your mind.

“Come” she said, holding out her hand. You walked hand in hand down the path. The trees opened to reveal a field and you both stopped before entering it. It was gorgeous. The field was surrounded by trees casting shade on it’s edges. The grass looked velvet soft and you could see wildflowers poking up in different places. There was a lake being fed by a stream on the far side. Its gentle little waves and the soft breeze and the scent of wildflowers bringing a sense of ease to you.

It looked like the perfect spot for someone to just sit and rest in utter peace.

A little field of paradise.

You made to step into the field when a sound from behind made you pause. There was a voice behind you. Looking down the path it cut off in the distance, darkening and you couldn’t see beyond it.

It sounded like Eskel.

You couldn’t make out what he was saying, but he sounded distressed.

“What’s the matter my child?” the woman at your side asked.

“I… this……. This doesn’t feel right. I feel like I’ve forgotten something.” You looked down at the greenery under your feet, trying hard to understand what was making you pause.

“Like someone needs me” You stared at the path behind you and turned to face it. Something was pulling you to go back. Your brain couldn’t make sense of what was going on. Your heart though? It was begging your feet to move.

“May I?” you turned to the woman at your side. She had a knowing smile on her face, and nodded to the path, both of you turned from away from the field now. You started walking briskly to the darkened end of the path, presumably where you came from. You stopped midway though to look back at her.

“Will you still be here when I come back?” You asked her.

“I will be here when you return….” You nodded and made off toward the start of the path. She waited till you faded from her sight before finisher her sentence. “….though I think that will be a very long time from now.”

Once you entered the dark of the path it turned pitch black. It felt as if you were floating. You clenched you eyes shut and the weightlessness stopped. You were lying on something. A bed? There was a weight on your chest, and it was moving. You set your brain to start working and you could hear sobs. Multiple people crying it seemed, but the closest one was coming from the thing- person buried into your chest. You were staining your ears to decern who all was crying when you heard it. A muttering from the person at your chest.

“I’m so sorry”

Eskel.

He continued crying into you as your fought with your muscles. Working hard to try and place your hand on him to comfort him. You somehow made it through sheer determination. Though you swore you felt the ghost of a hand aiding you. Your hand landed gently onto his head.

Eskel didn’t look up from your body when he felt the hand on him. Assuming it was either his brother or his mentor coming to console him.

He didn’t want it. He didn’t want words to tell it would be okay. He didn’t want pity filled glances. He wanted to go back in time and stop this whole ordeal from happening. He wanted to stop himself from inadvertently making the worst decision of his life. He didn’t want comfort.

He wanted you.

He wanted the lifeless body beneath him to open her eyes and look at him in the way only she ever did.

He wanted……

Eskel paused his spiraling thoughts. Holding his breath. He tried to seclude all the sounds from around him so he could focus.

There is was. The little bum-pum of a heart beneath his head.

He let out a shaky breath, looking up from where he had buried his head in his arms over your body. It was then he noticed the hand placed on his hair wasn’t from someone behind him. It was from you.

“Y/n?” He asked. A hush fell over the room. All attention on the bed. Jaskier, Lambert, Vesemir, your Mom and Dad and the any castle staff that could see watched as your slowly forced the strength to work to your finger. And you carded your hand through Eskel’s hair.

There was a mad rush as your family ran to your bedside and Eskel sat himself and leaned over you, pressing his hand over yours to keep it at the side of his face where it had fallen. He was able to look down at your unconscious form, face as still as death.

The group quietly gasped as your eyes began to twitch and your opened your eyelids. Eskel felt the hand he had pressed to his face move slightly, trying to feel who it was that you were touching. Feeling the raised planes of skin where scars pulled confirmed your suspicions and you moved your eyes to look at him despite not having your sight back.

Your eyes were black. It reminded Eskel of what he or his brothers looked like when they had too many potions. This was different though. There were specks of white everywhere. Like the night sky had hidden itself in your eyes.

You held the cosmos in your gaze.

It took several weeks for you gain back your strength. Helped in great part by magical aid given to you. Eskel never left your side. In the beginning he would sit by your beside and talk to you, making sure to hold your hand so you knew where he was. About the only time Eskel left your side was when your father would come in to read to you. He started the tradition back up as soon as your could stand to be conscious for long periods of time. You were grateful to have something to focus on, an exercise to give your brain as you imagined what was being read to you in your mind’s eye. Eskel would silently leave as your father entered, squeezing your hand before getting up. You didn’t need your sight to see that there was tension between the two men. You figured there would have been regardless of the situation. Father’s and lovers of there daughters were bound not to get along at first. The whole accidentally making you ill only complicated matters.

You weren’t able to speak much at first. Eskel would sit and talk to you. He told you about everything. How Jaskier had told them everything and Lambert’s idea that allowed them to find you. Lambert’s idea also meant that he and Vesemir were stuck in the fae realm till you got better, since only you could send them back. They would visit too, though they were much more focused on trying not to go stir crazy. Your mother had suggested dropping them in the heart of the labyrinth and letting them try and find there way out. You swore you heard Eskel hum in consideration at the idea.

You mother was much more warm toward Eskel. Perhaps it was a shared human thing. She would often sit with the two of you in the afternoons, coming up from the garden with fresh flowers for your room.

You desperately wished you could go out to the garden again. Even not being able to see you would have liked to feel the sun and smell the dirt. You had expressed this to Eskel one day. Speaking getting easier slowly and surely. He had been skeptical of the idea but seeing your face fall was all it took for him to scoop you up and walk you out.

He walked around the massive garden with you in his arms, stopping to set you down on different stone benches. Guiding your hands to different flowers. No amount of careful guidance was able to stop you from pricking yourself however, multiple times. Eskel smiled fondly as it never once stopped you. The two of you eventually settled on the ground, you propped up against Eskel’s back, his arms securing you from falling over.

“Do the seasons always change so quickly here?” Eskel spoke behind you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well when I first got here everything was barren, like it was fall or the end of winter. It feels like mid spring now but it hasn’t been that long.” Eskel rested his chin on the top your head, causing you too smile.

“Nothing about this place is normal by human standards. As for the weather, it’s complicated. The whole kingdom is tied to the royal family weather included. It reflects us. A nightmare may cause a thunderstorm When my mother was pregnant with Jaskier it would sometimes snow and blare heat on the same day.” You smiled as the man behind you let out noises of interest.

“So when we came and everything was dead it was…..” Eskel stopped the words before they could come out of his mouth, searching around for something else to take the topic of conversation away.

“How does plant life fair in all that? Are crops good?” You grabbed his hand and gave it an appreciative squeeze.

“My parents are happy and very much in love so it’s usually spring year round. The emotion would have to be more powerful than there love for one another to affect the weather. Not an easy task”

“What does that mean for bearing fruit, like will that tree every produce?” You could feel that Eskel was pointing at a something, seemingly forgetting about your lack of sight.

“Hey Eskel?”

“Yes?” He looked down at you. You turned in his lap, looking up at him with dark eyes --that were lighting slowly but surely-- before waving a hand in front of your face.

“Oh sorry” You didn’t need your sight to know he was sheepishly looking to the side.

“Umm over by the hydrangea bushes there is a big tree, peach I think.” You hummed. Of course he would pick that one out.

“Well most plants have no problems bearing fruit here, though that tree is an exceptional case.”

“More magic?” Eskel deduced. You hummed in agreement.

“Eating the fruit grants wishes. Anything the eater wants…… or the royal can family can use it to make the eater do whatever they want.” Eskel let out a short laugh behind you.

“Seems like a really big leap between options there” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Keep people from trying to steal. Though that isn’t really a problem to begin with since it only bears fruit for the royal family.”

“How does that work?”

“Carry me over there, I’ll show you.” Eskel stood up before reaching down and scooping you into his arms. Walking over to the massive tree in the center of the garden. You could feel the sun leave your skin as you brought under the shade. You reached out and touched the trunk with minimal fumbling.

Before his eyes Eskel saw the blossoms curl and bear fruit in seconds. The branches now weighed down with the trees yield. You reached up flailing your arm a bit till you found a branch. Groping it with your fingers till you found one of the peaches.

“What do you wish for?”

“I already got my wish” Eskel looked down at you, alive and smiling in his arms.

“There is nothing you would wish for?” You asked as you plucked the fruit from the branch. Eskel seemed to think a moment.

“I suppose there is something” He said sitting down with you on his lap.

“Well” you held up the fruit to him. He grabbed it from you.

“How do I know your not going to make me do your bidding?’ His tone was joking but the nature of the question hit a little too close to home for the both of you. You let the anxiety of the question roll of your back. You’d literally come back from the brink of death, a hard question didn’t have shit on that.

“Eskel, you’re carrying me around because I can’t see or walk. You’re quiet literally already doing my bidding.” He laughed at that, smiling down at your before taking a bite.

The next day the boring stone ceiling of your room greeted you. You had never been more grateful to see boring stone in your life.

After you regained your sight progress was much quicker. You started to gain weight again and the glow started returning to your skin. Walking took a while, but Eskel was there every literal step of the way.

Things did not get better between your father and Eskel, though that was a relationship that could probably only be helped with time. In no time it felt like you were able to walk and were as back to normal as your could hope for now.

The goodbye to your parents hadn’t been as painful as they had been before. Being mated now meant visiting home would be much safer. But even if something were to happen you were sure you alpha would take care of you.

You made to head to the lake on the far side of the kingdom, it being the only reflective surface big enough that you could transport everyone in one go. Leading the troupe of witchers through the city under the castle was a bit of a hassle. The kingdoms many creatures running around and under foot of the men.

“Where is the bard? Is he not coming?” Vesemir inquired, with perfect timing you might add as you stopped before a fountain in the town square.

Sat on it’s edge was Julian, playing and tell a story to a small gaggle. All eyes watching him with great interest.

“and then the wraith’s wings blasted out with great force-“

“wraith’s don’t have wings” Lambert interrupted, causing Jaskier to whip his head in his direction.

“I’m sorry were you there?” Lambert looked at him in confusion.

“That’s what I thought so shut up.” You laughed at your brother’s antics before grabbing him and pulling him away before he could get too engrossed in storytelling again.

You lead the group through the many many walls. Vesemir and Eskel to either side of you. Lambert and Jaskier bickering behind you. B

“You know I should just leave you to find your way yourself for interrupting me and for all the trouble you’ve been wreaking at the castle.”

“It was just a small bomb”

“It incapacitated three maids!” Lambert just laughed at Jaskier’s dramatic flare. You heard your brother mumbled.

“Someone should have wished you away, you’d make a great goblin.”

Vesemir leaned by you “Is that still an option?”

Your laughter echoed high above the walls to float on the breeze.

Geralt had not expected four people to teleport through the hot springs when he was using them.

You were sat by the window in Eskel’s room, looking out over snow covered landscape. It had been weeks in your world, but here. Here it had only been three days. Time was a funny thing. Eskel came up to your side, an additional chair and a bottle of wine in hand. You both enjoyed the setting sun together.

“I’m glad this whole thing is over” he said turning toward you. “I’m glad to have you back.”

“I’m glad you came for me” You smiled at him, the warmth of the sun not coming close to the warmth of Eskel’s gaze. “because you know what happens now?” He shrugged at you.

“Now we get to start a whole new adventure.” He held out his hand to you.

“Together?” you grabbed his hand and held on to it for as long as he would let you.

“Always.”

The end (? I have a bonus chapter planned)

(also I could write more on these two forever)

(but this and the bonus chapter (( because ya’ll deserve one for being such good spots after those last few chapters)) are all I have planned as of now)

(Request something with these two tho lol)

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#eskel my beloved #alaska writes #eskel x reader #abo au #alpha/beta/omega verse #hey you read the tags!#you made it!#I told you it would end happy #no spoilers for the bonus chapter tho #you'll just have to wait

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