#geskel fanfic

[julek]

Julek, hi! #59 on the kissing prompts for Gerskel, if it takes your fancy.

#59. kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up read on ao3

The sun is dipping low, melting into the hills that shimmer gold against the pale pink sky. The vineyard stretches across the fields like a soft blanket, embroidered in dark greens and rich browns, covering the earth with ease. A gentle breeze rolls in, a sign of the impending autumn days that will follow, ruffling the old willow and its leaves, fighting to hold on a little longer. 

Geralt watches it all from his chair on the porch, much like he does every afternoon. 

There's something about life in the countryside that makes him feel grounded; waking up with the sun every day and going on about his routine feels different than it did when he walked the Path, somehow. There's no sense of extreme urgency, no feeling of dread as he reaches the larger cities, not a shadow of doubt or question as to whether he'll find refuge before winter swallows the roads, winding and tiresome as they grow. None of that, no — here he feels safe, knowing there'll be food on his table every morning and a warm bed every evening, there to greet him, to feed him, to shelter him. He feels connected, both to the earth and to himself, his own life, his own body. His very soul, if Dandelion was right about any of that. 

He wonders if it's what he was supposed to feel like, all those years; if, by chance, retirement meant reaching what his mentors had taught him would only ever be found in the throes of duty. 

The irony of it makes him smile. 

"Deep in thought, Wolf?" 

Geralt turns, even though he heard him coming from a mile away. Eskel stands at his side with a small smile, all broad lines and soft features, and Geralt allows himself to take him in for a little while.

Eskel makes him feel grounded, too. Standing there in his work clothes (so different from his armor, which he hung up some time ago, and only comes out every few months), worn and well-loved, his brow shining with sweat. His hair falling in his eyes as he looks down at Geralt, because he'll never let go of his juvenile hairstyle, no matter how much Geralt teases him for it. His skin glowing golden brown in the dying sunlight, tanned from weeks of working the fields, sunrise to sundown. His scars, glowing light pink like ridges drawn on the land right after the harvest, healed and forgiven.

"I am," Geralt replies, leaning down to grab the small wooden box where they keep their healing supplies. "Come here and show me your arm." 

Eskel clicks his tongue in protest but goes anyway, pulling a chair next to him. He injured himself working on the fields a day before, a too-sharp sickle and a thoughtless movement resulting in a big gash on his forearm, which Geralt lovingly and long-sufferingly stitched up and bandaged, after, of course, lecturing his lover on his carelessness. 

“It’s fine,” he says, even as he extends his arm so Geralt can unwrap the bandage, dirty and damp with sweat. “It’s healing normal.”

“Hmm.”

The wound is, as Eskel put it, healing correctly. After all, Geralt would be embarrassed to call his needlework sloppy, and Eskel, being the Witcher that he is, withstood the stitching with calm and grace. There’s a little blood dotting the cut, and Geralt dabs it away gently with a cloth, cleaning the wound thoroughly. 

Part of him knows he’s, perhaps, overreacting. It is a small wound, after all, clean-cut and simple, and Eskel could care for it on his own. But there’s no need for it, now, he thinks as he dips the cloth in antiseptic. He can be gentle, can wash away the pain with his hands now, can bring relief and comfort to the one he loves. 

Even if there are no more gaping wounds from a kikimora, no more deep gashes from a griffin’s talons, no more arachas bites to be endured. 

Even if it is just a scratch to the skin, he wants to tend to it. 

He can take his time.

Eskel is quiet beside him as he works. He must know, indulging Geralt like this. Perhaps he has the same thoughts, every once in a while. Perhaps he, too, thinks life is precious every time he holds it in his hands. 

Geralt lets the injured arm rest on his lap for a moment, reaching down to grab some spare bandages and a small pair of scissors. Slowly, he starts wrapping Eskel’s forearm with the clean linen, making sure it’s not too tight nor too loose, covering the wound until no red skin can peek out and risk an infection. 

He looks up at Eskel when he’s done, and without a word, brings his hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss into his skin. 

“All done,” he murmurs, Eskel’s eyes warm like honey on his. “You may return to your tomfoolery now, old man.”

“Thank you kindly.” A grin, toothy and wide. “However could I repay you?”

The sun is almost gone all the way now, the last of sunlight flickering through the trees. 

Geralt looks at their joined hands, and squeezes. 

“Sit with me a while.”

And it’s easy, like nothing’s ever been. Like he believed nothing should ever be. 

“That,” Eskel says, moving his chair a little closer with an old-man groan Geralt will tease him about later, “I can do.”

It's easy.

#mywriting #thank you so much for the prompt and your patience! i really hope you like what i came up with <3 #geralt x eskel #geskel #gereskel #gerskel #so many ship names #geskel fanfic #fluff #injury mention #blood mention #answered #on-a-lucky-tide

[flowerboygeralt]

Fic idea in the works Fic idea in the works Fic idea in the works!!!

#I'm actually excited about this one #I think it's unique???ish at least #Jaskier is gonna suffer #Geralt is gonna suffer #gimme all the angst #gonna throw some self indulgent Geskel into it hehehe #geralt of rivia #fanfic author #ao3 #lion tries to queue

[tantumuna]

For writer truth & dare asks:

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🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

i don't actually know the answer to this question, so i asked my brother and he said "i don't know, i think you've just always been writing" so. i think my first fanfics were writing self insert charactres into shows i liked tho so maybe i was just a sad kid.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

(easy mode) in canonverse while i fully believe gallatin and cahir had something going on i don't actually think they ever acted on it before the inevitable events of s3ep3 and i think cahir will take that regret to his grave

(hard mode, aka not gallahir related) little known fact geskel is my favorite geralt related ship, so headcanon for that is that eskel fell first and fell hard with a long, childhood unrequited crush on geralt that geralt was too dumb to pick up on until someone points it out to him

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

so i answered this in the last ask here, but i keep the notes each story stored with the story, so you can just have the notes from a different one:

asks if she can deal with the local monster problem, but if she kills some of the local wolf people too, he'll throw in an extra reward

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

well, i def have a tendency to rattle on, say the same thing twice in different phrasing (sometimes in the same sentence), and sometimes write entire paragraphs that convey nothing

Writers Truth or Dare Ask Game

#ask #disdaidal #askbox game

[eskelbigbang]

Eskel Big Bang 2021 Masterpost

Here are all the fics and art made this year for the Eskel Big Bang. Congratulations on the hard work, everyone!

AO3 collection || #ebb works tag || #ebb art tag || #ebb fic tag

Below the cut is a full list of all EBB works:

Uprooted (T, No Pairing, 12k) by @rachofspades, art by @drachedraws

When a nondescript notice begging for a witcher's aid catches Eskel's attention on his way back to Kaer Morhen for the winter, he finds himself drawn in by his own curiosity despite his initial reservations. Once he arrives, it quickly becomes apparent that there's something more sinister going on than typical monster attacks, and he's determined to figure out what it is. Fic || Art (1) (2)

These Clay Hands (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.7k) by @aalizazareth, art by @hobbart-art

Eskel is a shy pottery instructor who meets Jaskier during one of his lessons. The two hit it off. Fic || Art

The Empty Safe Job (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 18k) by @iboughtaplant, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here

A team of thieves with complicated pasts take down the rich and powerful to help those that get left out from justice. Their latest job should be simple, but an unexpected adversary has Eskel confronting his past. Sometimes bad guys make the best good guys. Fic || Art

the broken vines are an open door (M, Eskel & Geralt & Yennefer, 5.2k) by @trissmarrygoals, art by @flyingyarn

Traveling through Aedirn with his newly acquired child surprise, Eskel stumbles upon a dead body - and with it, a mystery. Fic || Art

With you I'll never be alone (T, Eskel/Geralt, 5.8k) by @dat-carovieh, art by @mondfuchs

From their first meeting, through their whole long life Geralt and Eskel have always been there to comfort each other when one of them got hurt. --- Or five times Geralt and Eskel comfort each other through some kind of hurt and one time they're just comfortable. Fic || Art

Eskel Has A Good Day (G, Eskel & Wolf Witchers, 9.3k) by @gods-no-longer-tread-here, art by @phoenixandjacob

The Wolves (and bard) of Kaer Morhen go on a vacation to the coast, and have a good day. Fic || Art (1) (2)

Tu Me Manques. (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 8k) by @etcorsolus, art by @cvbeebop

In which, Eskel meets a bard who calms him. Body, mind, and soul. Story title is how the French say 'I miss you.' The more literal translation is 'You are missing from me.' Fic || Art

Little Red (M, Eskel/Lambert, 6.1k) by @miahclone, art by @llwynbleidd

Eskel helps Lambert while he's recovering from a serious injury. To distract him from the pain, Eskel tells stories of past hunts. Fic || Art

Constellations (M, Eskel/Geralt, 7.2k) by @dredshirtroberts, art by @dat-carovieh

Eskel loves Geralt but their soulmarks don't match - he'd know. They're witchers, and scars are their business. As he joins Geralt in retirement, Eskel figures whatever he can get with the other witcher will be enough. He might get a little bit more than he thought he was bargaining for, but Eskel's never passed up a good deal. Fic || Art (1) (2)

Trial By Fire (Eskel and Aza's Wild Ride) (E, Eskel/OFC, 11k) by @janzoo, art by @liaonyxrayne

When Eskel rescues his succubus acquaintance from witch hunters, their reunion becomes something more as they're drawn into the hunters' plot. What can they do against a twisted idealist and the danger he presents to witchers and non-humans? Fic || Art

Pardon Me While I Burst Into Flames (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 29k) by @ghostinthelibrarywrites, art by @wolfgeralt

When Eskel is hired to kill an incubus who ruined a noble wedding, he finds that his target is far from a bloodthirsty beast, a too-pretty court bard. Eskel spares Jaskier and they go their separate ways, with Eskel expecting never to see the incubus again. But Jaskier has other ideas. Fic || Art

I Could Eat the World Raw (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 7k) by @buttercupsanddandelions, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here

“This is Eskel.” He pushes him slightly forward, “And he just had his conduit moment.” After becoming a mage, Eskel finds that he's been soul-bound to a little lordling. Fic || Art

Something we bury (M, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @heartoferebor, art by @craftgamerzz

“Where’s Eskel?” Ciri asks Geralt, frowning a little. “He went out to do more hunting and gather some potion ingredients. Should be back any moment,” Geralt reassures her. “Ah. Good.” She hesitates a little before deciding to forge right ahead with her next question. She’s asked everyone else in the keep, of course she’ll have to ask Geralt, too. “About his scars…” * Ciri wants to know where Eskel's scars came from, so she decides to ask everyone at the keep about them. Except, they all seem to have different stories... Fic || Art

Lord What Fools These Witchers Be (T, Aiden/Eskel, 21k) by @jayofolympus and @frenchkey, art by aviixrc

When Lambert brings Aiden to winter with him in Kaer Morhen, Eskel is catapulted straight into his own personal hell. It would be easier if he didn’t like the Cat. Instead, he finds himself falling head over heels for his brother’s boyfriend and trying to hide it from a pack of nosy Witchers. If only Aiden would stop flirting with him... Fic || Art (1) (2)

A Moment of Comfort (M, Eskel/OC) by @merpancake

An attack at a brothel begins with blood and carnage, but Eskel finds an unexpected peace in the arms of Cenna. As their paths continue to cross, Eskel carries that same peace within him on his journey through monsters and men. Art

Toussaint's Finest (M, Eskel/Geralt, 9.1k) by @kate-river, art by @justhereforeskel

Eskel is still roaming the Continent. But in recent years the Path has become harder and harder. Eskel has made it a habit to come by Corvo Bianco around vintage and this year's events might change a few things in his life forever. Fic || Art

Beneath the Shadow and the Soul (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 32k) by @vix-spes, art by @buffskierights

Eskel had the strange feeling that everything was going to change when he passed through Dol Blathanna one year on his way back to Kaer Morhen for winter. He had been passing through a town and, instead of running away from him, someone had exclaimed “You’re a Witcher,” and proceeded to sing at him. He just hadn't realised how much of an impact it would have on him. Fic || Art

Daughter of Fire (T, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 4.9k) by @kittynannygaming, art by @zmezagain

Witchers are sterile, that's a fact. No female human can bear their child. Well, the keyword here is 'human' and a succubus is very not human. And Eskel now has a sweet 7 years old daughter. Fic || Art

Break It Recklessly (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 22k) by @anonymousblueberry, art by @nol-nol

From teenage tearaways to successful adults, Geralt and Eskel have always been inseparable. To the extent that when Geralt accepts a wedding invite with Eskel as his plus one, there’s the assumption that they have finally sorted their shit out and got together, forcing them to keep up the facade or cause chaos for the happy couple. What follows is a crash course in emotions, dating, and working out that love can burn long and slow for a very long time. Fic || Art

The Question (M, Eskel/Istredd, 40k) by @eskelchopchop, art by @stars-in-my-damn-eyes

Eskel's in Ohio when Yennefer calls. He’s reluctant to pick up; he’s still not over Geralt, and he's got zero desire to chat with Geralt's new lover. Turns out Yen isn’t his lover anymore, and this isn’t about Geralt. It’s about witcher’s work. Yennefer owns Portal, one of New York City's most popular gay clubs. A Post-Conjunction Entity (PCE) is hunting her clientele, leaving a string of withered corpses in its wake. The police are doing jackshit. Will Eskel come back to a city full of bad memories and take a job off the books to stop it? He'll sure as hell try. Along the way, he’ll cross paths with Istredd, a man with sorcerer’s eyes and a painful past of his own. If Eskel doesn't work fast enough, they both might become the PCE's next victims. Fic || Art

Is It Cold In The Water? (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 12k) by @jennyloggins, art by @jerry-of-rivia

His horse is tied to a branch a few trees out, and that’s where Eskel heads to grab his water skein, taking a deep drink and soothe his dry throat. Patting his horse’s backside affectionately on his way past her, Eskel feigns a stern voice to say, “Zuzanna, keep watch for me.” Her tail twitches as if to swat him away. Fic || Art

Everything I Want (I Can Find in You) by @eyesofshinigami, art by @phoenixandjacob

Eskel didn't think he'd ever see Jaskier again, sure the Cat witcher was only looking for a night of fun. But then he keeps showing up, taking Eskel to bed and leaving him little presents. It takes Eskel a bit, but eventually he realizes that maybe, just maybe, Jaskier means it when he says he wants to keep him. Or Eskel doesn't think he deserves nice things and Jaskier is determined to show him otherwise. Fic || Art

One Stop Shop; Tattoo's Piercings, And Love (M, Eskel/Jaskier/Lambert, 7.4k) by @jesheckah, art by @moondrunkart

When Eskel fumbles an invitation at a party to come into his tattoo shop, Jaskier and he move towards an explosive love. How many tattoo sessions does it take for the heart to know what it wants? Fic || Art

Entanglement (and other words for a mess) (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 31k) by @violaceum-vitellina-viridis, art by @merpancake

Eskel has a hundred marks on his body, but a soulmark isn't one of them. Fic || Art

Beneath Each Other's Bones (E, Eskel/Geralt, 7.6k) by @pressedinthepages, art by @drachedraws

Winter at Kaer Morhen can be brutal. But Eskel and Geralt find warmth in each other in an effort to stave off the cold. Fic || Art (1) (2)

#9fe2bf on the Shore (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.5k) by @buffskierights, art by @phoenixandjacob

The sea roars with a vengeance, something angering the waves even as the stars shine brightly overhead in the clear night sky. If Eskel were a poet he’d say it almost sounded like a wail of mourning, the way the whitewater crashes upon the night black sand and the gathering foam, the sea frothing furiously. But Eskel’s always hated his poetry lessons so being a poet is firmly off the table. Fic || Art

lion in the wolf's den (T, Coen/Eskel, 5k) by @patchwork-doublet, art by @justhereforeskel

eskel is nervous being around ciri, afraid things will go south like they did last time. Fic || Art

Sugar Baby Blues (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 24k) by adevinecomedy, art by @pastelrune

Jaskier’s mind slipped back to a night several months ago when he was all worked up but had nowhere to go and a mountain of school work to get through. How it was just so much easier to log onto a camming website and watch someone perform seemingly just for him. The gorgeous, confident man on the other side of the screen had been so accommodating, even though Jaskier had been shy and hadn’t typed much into the chat. Modern au where Eskel is a Cam boy and runs into a bit of a financial bind. Enter Jaskier who just might be the answer to all his woes. Fic || Art

Winter Comfort (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 10k) by @myidlehand, art by @liaonyxrayne

Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen to spend some time with Eskel, after briefly meeting him in the fall. And while both of them seem delighted to see each other again, Eskel starts to shy away from Jaskier's comments and flirting. It doesn't take a genius to see Eskel is having body image issue. Jaskier aims to help him through it. Fic || Art

The Subtle Knife (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 26k) by @major-trouble, art by @cylin-aka-ankamo

There's an assassin haunting the Continent. No one knows their name, everyone - that is, everyone in the know - calls them The Specter. If you want a rival out of the way, a political opponent disposed of, or a strategic target taken out, contacting The Specter gets the job done. For a price, of course. There's an art to subtlety, after all, and it wouldn't do to risk the attention of law enforcement. So there's no obvious cause, no knife to the back, and the deaths aren't usually remarked upon. The Kaer Morhen Agency, however, has noticed. One of their agents has been hired to protect potential victims, people scared that they've been targeted. And they have reason to worry. When Eskel's first assignment winds up dead of no discernible cause, it starts him on a search for the elusive Specter, hoping against hope to track down the assassin before they're hired again. Setting a trap for a ghost is something Witchers are used to. Setting one for a trained killer may prove beyond them. Fic || Art

No Funny Business (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 11k) by goldendaydreams, art by @nanero11

Eskel had long given up on finding his soulmate, his soulmark nothing but scar tissue from a house fire he’d survived as a child. Knowing that most people wait for their perfect someone, their destiny, didn’t stop him from falling in love with Jaskier, the nurse he met after a hunt gone wrong. Fic || Art

Stronger Than My Storm (E, Eskel/Geralt) by @rawrkinjd, art by @nol-nol

Eskel and Geralt were friends from the very beginning. They added the benefits later. It was another way to offer comfort and companionship when the rest of the world closed in around them, and Eskel was content with it for years. Until he wakes up one day and realises it’s become something more. He touches Geralt’s silver hair, wreathed in a halo of yellow sunlight, and allows himself to feel the cracks spreading through his heart. Witchers can’t love each other. It would only lead to suffering. Eskel realises he must weather the storm inside or let Geralt go forever. Fic || Art

Full of Life (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 6.3k) by @sternenstaub28, art by @llwynbleidd

When Eskel gets hired to solve the case of people disappearing in town, she didn’t know she’d find a friend and maybe even something more. or Beauty and strength don't necessarily make your life easier, a companion and love however do. Fic || Art

choices are the hinges of destiny (T, Eskel/Geralt, 7.5k) by @lutes-and-dandelions, art by @cassandrasartworld

After rescuing a fae from the clutches of death, they repay Eskel by helping him make a choice. -oOo- A story about what would have happened if Eskel had claimed his child of surprise. Fic || Art

Eskel Vs The Continent (And His Feelings) (M, No Pairing, 47k) by @chibitabathasloves, art by @zmezagain

Eskel decides he needs to leave Kaer Morhen after the fight with the Hunt. Where will it take him? And will he be able to face his feelings he desperately tries to ignore. Fic || Art

lookin' to the sky to save me (T, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @torynickles, art by @trissmarrygoals

Geralt slides his hand from Eskel’s shoulder to his back. And then. Then he keeps moving it, outwards, away from Eskel’s torso, where there should be nothing but air, but— “What the fuck?” he chokes, because he can still feel Geralt’s hand, sensation where there should be none. He shakes his head wildly, twisting his arm to reach for his own back. His fingers connect to something, but—it’s not his body, it can’t be his body, even though he can feel himself touching it. Because he’s made up of skin and flesh, bone and muscle, and this thing has all of those, but— It’s covered in sticky, damp feathers. Fic || Art

A Fine Night at the Faire (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 12k) by Elensule, art by @liaonyxrayne

Eskel has been hurt by the world and hides for refuge in his little goat farm. He's found no reason to look for love, or much of anything else. But encouragement from his brother sends him to an unfamiliar locale; the renfaire! Maybe stepping out of his comfort zone was just what he needed. Fic || Art

#eskel big bang #eskel #witcher eskel #the witcher #the witcher eskel #the witcher 3 #tw3 #jaskel #geraskel #geskel #eskel x geralt #geralt x eskel #eskel x jaskier #jaskier x eskel #ebb works #eskel fanfic #eskel fanart #eskel/geralt/jaskier

[min-vvulf]

alright witcher fandom, what are your favourite long haul fanfics? books, show, games... any aus, any ships... i’m simply looking for multi chapter fics you love.

#witcher 3 #the white wolf #the witcher #witcher #geraskier #gerlion #geskel #lambert #geralt #dandelion #jaskier #esker #witcher fanfiction #fanfics

[etcorsolus]

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert (The Witcher), Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Mentioned Yennefer - Character, Mentioned Triss, Mentioned Aiden Additional Tags: Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety Attacks, Major Character Injury, Recovery, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, its barely there, but still, Breaking Up & Making Up, Getting Back Together, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Angst, Fluff, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia is Good at Feelings Summary:

"What's the one regret you can't work through? You got it, baby, mine would be you." - Mine Would Be You - Blake Shelton

Betaed by the lovely @greyduckgreygoose 

I’ll be posting a chapter every other day until they’re all up.

#fanfic #witcher #witcher fanfic #geralt/eskel #gereskel #geskel #getting back together #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #its there i promise #sol writes

[julek]

read on ao3

Neon light washes against the pavement, small puddles hinting at the afternoon showers that earlier overlooked the city. Inside, soft music pours from the speakers, adding a pleasant touch to the buzzing atmosphere already filled with chatter and laughter. People come and go, black coats and scarves hung over their chairs, swirling their drinks in their hands and taking bites out of their food. Servers take orders —Friday nights are chaotic— and try to keep up with the customers swarming the bar, eager to get a table and escape the crisp autumn air. 

Raindrops fall from the trees that stand tall on the sidewalk, sometimes catching on Eskel’s hair, making some strands stick to his forehead. His glass is cool against his fingers, the remnants of the amber lager he’d ordered resting at the bottom. His knees are bumping against the table, his back hunched from sitting on the weirdly-shaped bar stool — who designs these things, anyway? 

“You want some of my fries?” 

He pushes the small plate in Geralt’s direction. His cheeks are bright red, both from the cold and the beer he’d been nursing, white hair up in a messy bun. The soft orange light from the vintage lightbulbs on a railing over their heads paints his profile bronze gold, his eyes glimmering in the shadows of the night. 

Geralt had insisted on them sitting outside, something along the lines of it’s too warm inside and can’t talk with all that noise going on. Eskel had shrugged, though a small smile crossed his face when Geralt balled up his jacket and affectionately tossed it to him, like he’d done a million times before. 

Reaching across the table, Geralt grabs a small packet of ketchup and rips it with his teeth. Eskel takes a sip of his beer, unhurried. 

“Remember what you’d say when we were kids?” Geralt says after a while, his voice low. “Those nights when we’d lay on the back of your truck, looking for satellites?”

Eskel huffs a laugh. He knows. Entire nights spent out on the fields drinking beer (stolen from Vesemir’s fridge), noses curling up in disgust at the bitter taste — beer was an acquired taste, or so they promised themselves. Eskel driving out to the outskirts of town just for the sake of it with Geralt in the passenger seat, his hand drawing circles in the air out the window. How they’d sit on the grass, side by side, the summer stars shining bright above them, the sound of cicadas and frogs filling the comfortable silence.

“I do,” he says, his fingers drawing circles on the table, stringing the droplets together like a pattern. 

“You’d tell me,” Geralt leans forward, his elbows resting on the tabletop, “that if I ever wanted to run away, you’d come with me.”

“Do you feel like running away?”

A car passes them by, headlights flashing against Geralt’s pale skin, and for a second, Eskel can see him, buzzcut and split lips curled into a wicked grin, jumping in the river at night. His calloused hands, freckles peppering his golden skin after spending weeks working on the fields under the burning sun, tired eyes crinkling at the corners.

And the look Geralt’s giving him right now is one he recognizes well. He’s seen it before — the night Eskel left for college, the day after his mother was buried, the summer the storm broke loose and the winds tore the barn apart. It’s exhaustion set deep in his bones, dark circles framing his amber eyes, revealing nights of restless sleep. 

Geralt shifts in his seat, idly smearing the ketchup across the plate with the tip of his finger. 

“I don’t know,” he says quietly. “Sometimes I just want to let go. Or maybe I’m just getting old.”

“You are, though,” Eskel teases, but it feels too ominous. “Where would we run away to? Hypothetically.”

Geralt huffs a laugh around a mouthful of beer, still smiling when he swallows it down.

“Hmm,” he says, looking thoughtful. “Not the city.”

“Never the city,” Eskel agrees.

“Maybe a town.”

“Yeah… a shitty town in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere it’s not too hot.”

Geralt narrows his eyes, considering, a smirk on his lips.

“How shitty a town are we speaking of?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “You know me.”

And he does. He knows Geralt early in the morning, knows him in the dead of the night. He’s seen him, inside and out, the good and the bad. Seen the sunlight draped over his naked back, his hair messy and long that year he’d refused to cut it, his small act of rebellion. He’s heard him cry, tears welling up in his eyes for hours on end, his voice a choked sound. He’s felt Geralt’s warm skin under his hands on the nights beds were scarce and the winter was rough, felt his breath against his face, the beating of his heart under his own head. 

Eskel shakes his head, biting his lip in fond exasperation. 

“Very shitty. As in no-phone-signal shitty. Maybe a diner, a few houses down the road. We’d live in a cabin by the river.”

He sits back on his chair, his arms crossed on his chest. 

“Yeah,” he continues, “there’d be a big town nearby. Not too close, though. Like an hour drive away. We’d go get groceries and beer once a week.”

Geralt smiles pleasantly, some of the weariness lifting from his face. A waitress swipes a table nearby, and Eskel asks her for a refill. 

“This cabin by the river,” Geralt says suddenly, “how big is it?”

“Hmm... Not too big, so we don’t have to waste too much time keeping it clean, and so we don’t feel tempted to keep too many things.”

“Ever the minimalist,” Geralt teases. “How many bedrooms?”

Eskel takes a moment to consider. He thinks of the barn, countless times in which they’d fallen asleep together, laying on a pack of hay, limbs entwined. Rainy days spent in that worn yellow hammock Vesemir kept hanging from an old oak tree, card games that ended in lazy afternoon naps. Mornings in which he’d wake up slowly, his nose buried in silver hair, arm lazily thrown over Geralt’s waist. 

“One,” he decides, and Geralt silently nods in agreement. “With a good mattress, though.”

“Yeah, old man, I know. Your back kills you.”

Eskel takes a sip from his lager, the bittersweet taste clinging to his tongue. He puts it down and zips his jacket all the way up. It smells like Geralt �� the faint scent of sweat and smoke mixed with laundry soap.

“You’ve got…” Geralt clicks his tongue and leans forward, his thumb swiping foam off Eskel’s chin. It’s a simple gesture, yet such an intimate one that he can’t help but feel his face burn. 

“Thanks,” he says, his voice small. 

They sit in silence for a while, watching people move around them. It’s almost midnight and a group of young women speaking a foreign language walks past, the clicking of their heels fading away in the darkness. A man and a golden retriever stroll around the block, the dog barking at Geralt excitedly as they pass them by. He smiles.

“How many dogs?”

Eskel rolls his eyes.

“You can have as many as you like. I’m not cleaning up after them.”

Geralt pouts, a strand of white hair falling on his face, and he looks ridiculously endearing. “Fine,” he says. “But they’re sleeping in our bed.”

“Fine,” Eskel concedes, his mind caught up on how easy it rolls off his tongue. Our bed. 

Drinking the remnants of his beer, Geralt gets up, muttering something about getting the check. Eskel doesn’t fight him, knows his efforts to pay him back are always in vain. When he comes back to their table, Eskel’s already standing with his hands on his pockets, his head tilted back, looking up at the dark sky.  

“I mean it, you know,” he says quietly when Geralt joins him on the sidewalk, still looking up. 

Geralt turns to look at him, a tiny frown knitting his eyebrows. “What?”

Eskel exhales softly, watching the small white cloud of his breath disappear into the air. He meets Geralt’s eyes, stepping closer. 

“I’d run away with you. I always would.” 

“Yeah?” Geralt says with a lopsided smile, the tip of his nose pink. “Even with ten dogs sleeping in our bed, and no cell-signal?”

They do it often — daydreaming about a quieter life. Sometimes it’s a secluded cabin in the woods to fulfill Eskel’s wish to live as deliberately as Thoreau would have wanted, sometimes it’s a house in the hills for Geralt to raise a flock of sheep. Away from the sounds of the city, the busy pace of living, the high demands and expectations. No matter what scenario they choose to indulge in, they’re always together. Never apart.

Eskel moves closer still, his breath intertwining with Geralt’s, the tip of their shoes touching. His dark hair falls on his eyes, and Geralt pushes it back with his fingertips, his touch lingering.

“In a heartbeat.” 

Eyes closed, Eskel feels Geralt’s lips brush against his for a second, the touch barely there. He doesn’t push, simply rubs his nose against Geralt’s, meeting his amber gaze. He twirls a loose strand of white hair on his fingers, gently tugging before pulling back, Geralt’s lips curling into a soft smile.

“Let’s go,” he whispers.

Eskel nods. “Let’s go home.”

#mywriting #geralt/eskel #geskel #geskel fanfic #eskeralt #idk this pairing has too many names #modern au #geralt of rivia #eskel witcher

[skaldingrayne]

“So who’s the lucky person tonight?” Lambert asked, propped up against the break room wall while he waited on his lunch in the microwave.

“Nope, no date tonight - I already had to cancel it,” Jaskier replied as he leaned against a nearby counter to wait his turn. “She wanted to call first and chat - “

“Ugh.”

“Shush, it’s a valid safety thing. Anyways, she was a social media manager for….y’know what? I didn’t even care enough to catch the name of the place. She had this way of making the ending of every single sentence into a quest~ion? Was very confus~ing? Couldn’t tell when she was telling a story or actually asking me some~thing?”

Lambert laughed, “I had a client like that once. A nightmare to tattoo, as well. Would not sit still.”

“So, how about you?”

“What about me?” Lambert asked.

“I never see you go on dates, but I *know* you’re not celibate. What's the story?”

“Oh. Yeah, I don’t - um. I don’t really like dating. Or at least, I like to get to know someone before I date them. But then, you have to date someone to get to know them, right? Fucking annoying. And too many take it personally if you don't want to immediately hop into bed with them. Like it's some sort of rubber stamp on how well one night went, y'know?” Lambert sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Eskel said he’s got a friend he wants to set me up with, but....” he said as he spread his hands in the universal gesture for ‘eh’.

“So like...ace?”

“No,” Lambert huffed. “Maybe demi if I've got to put a label on it, I guess? But it feels fucking weird doing that. It's all so confusing. I mean, I like sex fine - just not 24/7 like those two horndogs next door. And I want to like the person first too. Shouldn’t be too much to ask, right? And sometimes that’s complicated for me. I mean, I get that labeling things is helpful to the other person but it's not like I'm here signing up to any dating apps anyway, so who the fuck cares?"

“I care. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Gods know I’m currently the poster child for a solid argument *against* dating.”

“Dunno if I’d say that,” Lambert said under his breath as he glanced away.

Wait, what? Jaskier tilted his head. “What does that mean?”

Lambert bit his bottom lip as he glanced up, looking for all the world like he was searching for an answer in the ceiling tiles. “I was - I dunno, was thinking the opposite,” he told the ceiling. “Just wish...y’know - what if maybe I hadn’t fucked things up between you and me that night?”

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#witcher fanfiction #witcher fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #jaskier #jaskier/lambert #lambert #eskel #geskel #geralt/eskel #bombard #jambert #lambskier #oxenfurt archives #geralt of rivia #tattoo au #modern au

[ahh-fxck]

The Ahh-Fxck Fic Masterpost!

Hello, and welcome to my blog! If you are looking for any of my fics, here is the place to find them! Prompts always welcome. 

Warrior’s Blues

Warrior’s Blues is my long fic modern soldier gay bar AU. Geralt gets kicked out of the army under Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. When he meets Jaskier, the owner of a gay bar, neither of them have any idea how much their lives are about to change...

This fic has gotten up so much steam (and it has so many chapters!) that I’ve given it a MASTERPOST all of its own. Click through, you won’t regret it! This is by far my best fic.

CLICK HERE FOR THE MASTERPOST.

Squeak Squeak

A prompt from the lovely @dhwty-writes, who asked: Happy birthday, you wonderful person! I hope you're having a great day and receive a lot of prompts and other presents you enjoy. Along the same vein, might I ask for some geraskier banter? Just two idiots being sassy. Maybe they're discussing a song of Jaskier? Judging other people? Just lovingly insult each other for the fun of it? Have fun writing! 

It turned into a funny little bit of fluff featuring snarky cabin fever Geraskier.

Rating: T

Link to Tumblr and Ao3

Soul Music

This fic is my gift written for @/demisexualgeralt for the Witcher Secret Santa 2020 event! It is my first attempt at a soulmate AU. I am particularly proud of how it turned out. This is a Geralt x Jaskier fic.

Rating: Mature

Tags on Ao3

Everyone is born with a song. It is the one gift that Creation leaves each of its children. A small magic to comfort them in the lonely silences of life, a healing love when their hearts ache or shatter. Every child knows their song as well as the pattern of their breath. Legend has it that Creation left each child with one more gift, a hidden secret that few ever discover. For the songs are more than simple wordless melodies, though they are that. They are also harmonies, one-half of a duet meant to be sung with one’s soulmate. On the day that duet is sung, voices twining in the air, lyrics will appear for the first time on the skin of each lover. No magic can wipe them away. Sharing soul music with one’s true love is the only way to find out what the words are meant to be.

Here it is on: Ao3

Heat and a Healer

This fic is my gift for @/mossymel for the Witcher Secret Santa 2020 event, where I stepped in as a pinch hitter! This is my first Geralt x Reader.

Rating: Explicit

Tags on Ao3

Here it is on: Ao3 +Tumblr

Pretty Ugly Duckling Mistletoe

Someone wanted a fic about Geralt and Yennefer under the mistletoe, with bonus Ciri.

Rating: Mature

Tags on Ao3

Here it is on: Ao3

Reunion

This is an answer to an ask on Tumblr by @geraltsays:

It ended up being some very Softe Geralt x Eskel smut. Enjoy!

Rating: Explicit

Tags on Ao3

Here it is on: Ao3 + Tumblr

A Sparrow Flies

This is an answer to an ask on Tumblr by @geraltsays: “ok but i just saw this AU "My incredibly stupid cat just jumped out of my apartment window after a bird and you caught her in your arms like a baby and looked up, stared me dead in the eye and said "I think you dropped something” and this is geraskier y/y? :D?“

But then I actually had some plot bunnies about immortal Geralt in the modern age meeting Jaskier all over again.

I am vvvvvvverrry slowly working on this fic. It’s requiring more spadework and research than I thought it was going to. BUT IT IS HAPPENING. Check back in this space there will be more soon.

Rating: Mature (so far)

Tags on Ao3

Chapter 1

Shambling Mound

This is a one-shot of tooth-rotting modern AU fluff written for @geraltsays

It features Geralt, Ciri, Yennefer, and a Very Terrible Shambling Mound.

Rating: Gen

Shambling Mound

Another Day at the Office

This one-shot is a modern AU ficlet inspired by an ask by @geraltsays. Geralt is an office worker who uses his day job to support a secret second job. Jaskier is a coffee barista who he sees every evening on his way home from work. Jaskier is a musician, and he and his buddy Lambert do the evening shift in the cart every day. No one knows what Lambert does. Jaskier finally gets up the courage to give Geralt his number, they get very drunk together, and their pants come off. At the end, you get to find out what Geralt’s hobby is. This is 80% gratuitous smut and is just for fun. Enjoy!

Rating: Explicit. No really, this is just smut.

Tags on Ao3

Another Day at the Office

Purple and Gold

Purple and Gold is a continuation of the Another Day at the Office AU… Yennefer comes back home from overseas. Geralt gives great oral sex, Yennefer pegs the living daylights out of him… yup, this one is like 90% smut. Hope you like it!

Rating: Explicit. Ditto for the above, the officeverse is apparently where all my thirst is collecting lately.

Tags on Ao3

Ao3 here

Two Part Drabble Game

This is a series of shorts for a drabble game. They’re a bit longer than drabbles but they’re fun.

Tags for all of these on Ao3

Did We Really Have to Hide in a Sewer? Rating: M

Geralt and Jaskier are hiding from an angry mob in a sewer, and Geralt wonders why Jaskier follows him everywhere. 

Special Place

Rating: M

Geralt’s plans to bring Yennefer to a special place are thwarted. Instead, he brings the special place to her. This one is very romantic, if you like Geralt being head over heels in love with Yennefer, this one may be for you.

Cinnamon

Rating: M

Jaskier is getting old and gets some nice oil to ease his aches. He had no way of predicting the effect it would have on Geralt…

#the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic #the witcher #the witcher netflix #the witcher fic #ahh-fxck writes #yennefer #geralt #eskel #ciri #jaskier #geraskier #coën #geskel #yenralt #and more

[ofxwordsxandxletters]

Safe and Sound & Myself When I am with You

Series: The Witcher

Disclaimer: The plot and pairing are mine and the rest is borrowed in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made. 

Pairing: Eskel/Geralt

Rating: PG 

Another winter comes and another return is made. Home is a cure for most ills...As Geralt and Eskel learn along the way...

Author’s Note: For the Witchering Secret Santa, I got @geraltstiddyarmor​ and since Eskel and Geralt shenanigans appealed to them, these two ficlets were written. Hope you like it and happy holidays, friend! I wanted to go with some angsty/fluff (More fluff than other) and touched upon two hard moments in both these boys’ lives and how they may have helped the other heal.  Thank you, @thewitchersecretsanta​​ for this fantastic opportunity!!!

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Safe and Sound (Geralt-centric)

The way in had once been a dangerous trek capable of ending one’s life. Too many repetitions and Geralt is almost positive he could make his way through blind-folded. He wouldn’t try this, however, he wasn’t that foolish at least not anymore. Mayhaps one time youth would have made it something of a challenge or at least someone would have made it a challenge. Vesemir no doubt would have been the one to dissuade them of such nonsense. 

But he had long since grown from a pup and such competitions were few and far between. Though the familiar sight is enough to have that familiar ache in his chest begin. He’d missed this place. Missed the familiarity of the Wolves he called family. Above all else, he missed Eskel.

Eskel. The mere thought of his name is enough to curve the edges up his lips upwards. From the beginning Eskel had been a constant; protective, supportive, and maybe a little indulgent in his mischief-making. But he’d always been safe with him. And Geralt didn’t question how much he enjoyed the others' sheer presence. They were inseparable from almost their first meeting. 

And it hadn’t taken long for them to wind up limbs tangled together in the same bed. They fit like matching puzzle pieces and it was always just right. Given the rarity of things going so well, Geralt never took for granted or wasted a moment when it came to being able to spend time with the other Witcher. And the other wolves found this amusing and very much approved. And here at Kaer Morhen he was safe and at home. 

Whatever his wanderings, whatever happened on the Path, when he was with his family it was easier to let go of the grief, of the resentment, of everything awful and enjoy the company of those who understood not just being a Witcher but who he was at the core of him. That was something he’d sorely needed the first winter after receiving the moniker of the Butcher. He could recall the shame that had been coiled tightly in him as he’d approached fearing that this might be what lost him the most important people to him. 

These thoughts had him later than normal so it shouldn’t have been unusual for them to seemingly be waiting but his anxious heart was sure this was the dismissal he was fearing. When he’s close enough Vesemir had gently taken Roach’s reins as  he’d dismounted and Lambert easily takes his bags. Neither says something and he’s a little unsure. This leaves him alone with Eskel. His lips part and he’s not sure if it’s to murmur a plea or an apology and gets nothing out as he’s pulled tightly against the other. “It’s good to have you home,” comes the greeting that has him gripping him tightly. 

“I...wasn’t sure I was welcome.” The words are hard, shameful that he could think so low of the people who had seen him become who he was. Warm fingers tilt his head up. 

“Don’t you ever think for a moment, Geralt, that we would ever listen to the words of people who do not know you. We know you. We’ve always known you. And above all else, trust that I know your heart. You’re not a monster and you are certainly not a butcher. So put it far from you. None of that here. We’re pack, we’re family, and we all love you. I, especially, love you.” 

And that winter he’d found the balm he needed for those wounds. Geralt reconciled who he was to those who loved him as opposed to who he seemed to be in the eyes of those who did not care to know the truth of him or his heart. 

*~*~*~*~*

Myself When I am with You (Eskel-centric)

‘Ugly’

‘Deformed’

‘Monster’

These become his norm and Eskel loses himself in how it makes him feel. Being a Witcher was hard enough; people already mistrusted him but being a Witcher and scarred? There was no hope or help for it. And it hurts worse than any poison he’d encountered; twisting, burning, and leaving him raw and emotionally bleeding. He hates how unkind people can be and sometimes, he hates more that he agrees to help and protect such ungrateful, hurtful creatures. They could be worse than the monsters they wanted put down. 

So of course the hurt and anger follows to that first Winter at Kaer Morhen. He wants to be alone, fears that this will be how the rest of his time is. And it might have worked if not for the stubbornness of a certain Witcher. While Vesemir allowed him his space, Geralt was not so willing to do as told. In fact, he marches himself into his room throwing the door shut before declaring Eskel the Continent’s Most Ridiculous Dumbass. At any other time, he might be amused. Right now, however, he wants Geralt gone so he can continue his solitude. So that he doesn’t have to see how Geralt specifically feels about him now. 

“I don’t remember allowing you in here,” he says by way of dismissal. 

“No,” Geralt agrees, “You have pretty much banned everyone.” 

His voice is calm, almost agreeable but Eskel makes the mistake of gazing at familiar golden eyes and sees the warning of a storm in them. “Then I do not know why…” 

“Of course you know why!” The words are sharper now, the other Witcher’s teeth bared, “You cannot possibly be this much of an idiot. Not you.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not…” 

“Let me stop you right there,” Geralt interrupts, “Of course we’ve noticed. It’s hard not to. But what you’ve forgotten is I don’t care. Scars come with our lives, our mission. Scars tell the world that we’re stronger, fiercer, more enduring than anything we’ve come up against. What you do not need to ever believe is that it makes you lesser. It doesn’t. It never will.” 

“Geralt…” 

“No!” comes the sharp rebuke, “You can wallow in whatever this is but you do not get to tell me how I am supposed to feel about it. You do not get to decide what I can and cannot love about you! That’s not how this works!” 

And worse than his anger, is Geralt’s hurt. Eskel hates the look of grief mixed in. “I love you,” comes the hoarse admission they both knew without ever having to say it, “I love you for who you are. And that can’t be changed. It won’t be changed so don’t you hide from me. Please, Eskel.”

Geralt was vulnerable with him, always had been. And in return, Eskel showed the parts of himself no one else got to see as well. Slowly, he approaches the other stepping from the dark corner waiting for that final nail, for Geralt to fully see what had become of him and for him to leave. He wouldn’t blame him. In fact…

His musing is derailed by a light pressure that has him focusing on the other and realizing it was Geralt’s fingers touching the now scarred side of his face. A light brush of familiar digits and he can’t help leaning into it. “You will never lose me,” the other murmurs, “No matter what. We’re bound together,  you and I,  and that’s not something I ever want to change.”

“Are you sure?” 

Geralt draws him close so he can rest his forehead against his before murmuring, “I am positive. You are mine. For as long as I can have you.”

#Fanfic: The Witcher (Book/Game Universe) #Eskel/Geralt #Eskel x Geralt #geraltstiddyarmor #geskel

[camilleisback]

Looking for some soft witchers in love to read before bedtime? I know I suck at self-promotion, but I swear this one is S O F T.

“Eskel and Geralt get back together after a decade spent apart and Eskel tries to settle down into the comfortable routine of Corvo Bianco”. Set way long after the DLC “Blood and Wine”.

#the witcher eskel #eskel #geralt of rivia #geralt x eskel #geskel #geralt/eskel #geralt z rivii #soft witchers #old men in love #the witcher 3 wild hunt #blood and wine DLC #fanfiction #a03 fanfic

[vvitchering]

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Oh lord, time to embarrass myself on main. Thanks for the tag @dancedelion :’)

1. All That We See Or Seem - This is the one I’m most proud of simply based on the length. This is the longest thing I’ve EVER written. Looking back at it, there’s a ton of things I’d change, but it’s definitely my favorite achievement this year. 

2. Bloodmoon - I’m actually genuinely proud of this one!!!! I had a clear concept, I wrote the fic, and I think the concept came through pretty damn close to what I was imagining. It was the perfect length, I hit everything I wanted to hit in it, and I feel satisfied with my characterizations. It was my first time writing both Eskel and Lambert! My first “official” step into wolf witcher packs! I just love this story and that’s special because it is NOT often I even kind of like what I make :’)

3. With Bated Breath - I wrote this while I was on vacation and I remember just sitting outside on a hot afternoon and typing away at it. It’s a bit short and choppy for what it is and I wish I’d fleshed it out a bit more, but it’s good! It’s good mush! And it’s my very first fic that someone drew real physical fanart for so it’ll always have a very special place in my heart because of that. 

4. Washed Up Together - Baby’s first eskralt fic!!!!! Tropey, brief, a little ridiculous, but I really enjoyed writing it. It was my first time writing Eskel and Geralt romantically and I enjoyed the hell out of playing with that dynamic for the first time. 

5. Until I Feel Your Touch - Probably my favorite of my shorter fics. Only thing I regret about this one is the lack of explicit content. I’m still not comfortable in my ability to write the act itself, but I got pretty close with this one. I like my characterizations a lot in this story. It was nice to get to write them being so soft and gentle with each other. I think around the time I wrote this fic was when I was realizing they were quickly becoming my new favorite pairing and it shows. 

Beep boop I will tag any and all of my fellow creators who want to play. It can be really daunting to go back and look through your work for the year and find the positives in them, so I don’t wanna call anyone out, but you do all deserve to celebrate yourselves and your work so I hope you’ll take this opportunity to shine <3

#my work #mine #fanfic #the witcher #eskralt #geskel #gereskel #geraskier #things I was tagged in

[izzy-hands]

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Do you have any Jaskier/GameLambert fic recs???? (a while ago I went down the Jaskier/BookGeralt rabbit hole and I wouldn't mind going down Netflic Jaskier/GameLambert fanfic trail either! if that amazing fanart was to go by it)

I do indeed, dear anon! i think all of these were written between s1 and s2, so they feature mostly netflix!jaskier with game!wolves.

piece me back together, dear heart series by @rawrkinjd [geraskier, jaskier/lambert, jaskier/eskel, geskel, 246k, explicit]. the fifth installment feathers and starlight is very lambert-focused and features a lot of really soft and lovely lambert/jaskier, and dad!lambert. 

soap, and the scents of home [geraskier, jaskier/eskel, jaskier/lambert, geskel, 32k, explicit] and its sequel a foolish wolf [geraskier, jaskier/lambert, 5k, explicit] by @round--robin. 

duality of witchers by @rawrkinjd [jaskier/lambert, 10k words, m-rated]. this is part of the lion and the lamb collection, which has a lot of other really great lambert/jaskier stories. 

both these authors have written some amazing fics, featuring pretty much any and all witcher pairings. i’d really recommend checking out their respective writing tags, to find some more incredible stories. 

these are geraskier endgame fics, but they do have some nice jaskier/lambert, however brief:

witcher of convenience by operacricket [geraskier, jaskier/lambert, 3k, m-rated]

the path not taken by sospes [geraskier, jaskier/lambert, 40k, m-rated] (one of my all-time favorite witcher stories, featuring a really lovely friendship between jaskier and eskel)

#anon #avia replies #fic rec #lambskier #the witcher

[bamf-jaskier]

I’m tired of how much people push wlw content now and I feel like a bad person whenever I post geraskier, jaskel or geskel content now

Well, good news anon! I’m going to use your quite frankly ridiculous ask to shows off some fun stats!

The claim that people “push” wlw content now is well..silly in many ways because if you look at the Ao3 stats, wlw content is a very small minority and the fandom prefers Geraskier over practically anything else. 

Well, oh gosh, you say, what about that 28.5%, maybe THAT’S all the femslash people are pushing. I have some news for you, it’s not!

The “Other” grouping is full of a crap-ton of different ships, most highly populated by an offshoot of Geraskier/Yenralt and a ship with a character we’ve never even met. 

Canon characters we have already met in the show take a back seat to pairings with characters like Eskel and Lambert who we haven’t even met yet in the show and are only in one half of one book. and while they are in the games, the fandom took off after the show as I talked about here so it is always interesting to see the characters fandom chooses to fixate on. 

In fact anon, if I were to add up the biggest femslash ships here, Yennaia and Yentriss, we would only have 3.6% of shipping fanfics listed here. But hey, who knows, maybe there is some SECRET femslash website I just don’t know about. If you know where it is anon, I would love to know where it is. 

#I am being v salty rn but... #literally anytime I post content that isn't geraskier is gets a 10th of the attention and the fandom is SO white mlm heavy in every sense #and it's just...tiring #so tiring #like I'm done #ugh #the witcher #myposts #meta #asks #anon #fandom racism

[julek]

The sun filters through the curtains slowly, almost timidly, and Eskel feels the warmth on his face before he can see it.

He shifts on the bed, snuggling further down the blankets, seeking their warmth and comfort for a while longer. The first few weeks at the keep had been long and exhausting, full of roofs and walls expecting to be repaired, animals demanding to be seen to, and meats waiting to be curated. It was routine, and one he enjoyed tending to, but every year the cold and the weariness seemed to seep into his veins and set into his bones with more stubbornness than before. Now, as most of the work has been done and only his usual, less demanding chores await, he can indulge in the soft weight of the sheets against his bare skin, the quiet sounds of the keep grounding him.

There’s a muted noise at his side, muffled by a pillow. Geralt’s laying on his stomach, his hair long and not quite shining against the early morning light, white and soft where it meets the line of his spine. Eskel gently traces his cheekbone, feeling the warmth of Geralt’s arm where it’s resting, over his stomach. He knows the Witcher is awake, no matter how hard he tries to deny it; even though his lifestyle demands it, Geralt’s never been fond of waking so early. Now, safe and tucked away in a fortress lost between mountains, he finally gets to truly rest his body, adjusting to the gentler pace of the winter life.

“Good morning,” Eskel murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. He tucks a strand of hair behind Geralt’s ear.

Something that Geralt would try to deny is a whine comes from his mouth as he snuggles closer to Eskel, burying his nose in his armpit, trying to ignore reality for a while longer.

Eskel clicks his tongue. “That’s gross, you know.” Still, he tugs the blankets up, so they’re covering them. “I haven’t bathed in, what, half a week? If you’re trying to smother yourself into sleep, it’s not gonna take long.”

He feels Geralt huff a laugh against his skin, then press a kiss to his ribs. “Sounds good to me.” He buries himself under the covers, tangling their legs together in what should be a tender gesture, but Eskel knows him well enough to take it for what it is: a trap.

“I’ll have to get up soon, you know,” he says quietly, poking at the Geralt-shaped lump next to him. “Your attempts at keeping me won’t work today.”

Geralt lifts the covers just enough for his amber gaze to show, eyes narrowed and a single eyebrow raised. “Worked just fine yesterday. And the day before.”

“I’m feeling particularly strong-willed this morning.”

Geralt tsks but comes back up, sitting back against the headboard, his shoulder knocking against Eskel’s playfully. “Fine.”

Eskel laughs, then presses a slow kiss to Geralt’s lips. “For your troubles.”

“Hmm.”

They find each other with practiced ease, seeking each other’s warmth with wandering hands and well-placed kisses, basking in their soft cocoon in the sunlit room. Geralt looks beautiful first thing in the morning, his cheeks pink and his hair disheveled, sleep still tugging at the corner of his eyes, and Eskel can’t help but stare and wonder, can’t help but run his fingers over the lines on Geralt’s face, his lips following every one.

Eventually they get up — Eskel does, at least, kicking the blankets back and pulling on a fresh pair of breeches while Geralt lays back down, trying to steal a few moments more. It’s a sight to see, truly, how such a massive and threatening Witcher curls into a ball and buries his face into the pillows, trying to melt into the mattress. Eskel huffs a laugh and pulls on his boots, then stands and goes to the chest at the end of the bed to look for a shirt. He needs to sort it out, as it’s a mess of linens and shirts that belong to no one anymore, as they’ve been passed around the Witchers through the seasons enough so that no one claims them anymore.

He picks a white shirt —or one that had been white to begin with, now faded into creamy brown— and turns back, meeting his reflection in the mirror. His chest is littered with scars, white lines that are bright against his golden skin, and he can see he’s already starting to fill out, the nutritious meals of Kaer Morhen already showing results. His stomach is no longer sucked in; instead of the hard lines and stretched skin, he finds there’s a growing layer of fat covering it. He pokes a finger at it and grins, the soft skin bouncing back as he pulls back. There’s a soft noise at his back and he looks at the mirror, finding Geralt looking at him, fondness and adoration breaking through his gaze.

“You look good,” he rumbles. “Makes for a good pillow.”

Eskel smiles at his reflection in the mirror and turns back. “Glad to be of use,” he teases and pulls the shirt over his head.

Geralt stretches his arms out, still sitting half-naked on the bed, and Eskel meets him halfway, pulling him into his arms. He breathes in deeply at the spot behind his ear, spices and hay filling his senses, over an underlying scent of pure contentedness. He smiles.

“I have to go,” he whispers against Geralt’s hair.

“Okay.” Geralt rests his forehead against Eskel’s. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

Eskel smiles softly and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “See you downstairs. Don’t go back to sleep, or it will be Vesemir waking you up this time.”

“Hmm. Doesn’t sound nice.”

“It won’t be, believe me.” With a final kiss, Eskel stands up. “I’ll go see the horses.”

“Say hi to Scorpion for me.”

“Will do,” Eskel says with a grin, and closes the door behind him.

#mywriting #idk how to add a readmore on mobile sorry if this is too long #it’s three am and i just wanted to write eskel so here he is! my boy! #eskel x geralt #geskel #eskeralt #the witcher fanfic

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tagged by @mondfuchs! :D

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Uh yeeee yay For full effect, imagine me as that red-faced kid giving his presentation at the front of the classroom, talking too fast, avoiding all eye contact, and sitting down immediately before the necessary Q&A portion

5. A Standing Agreement - The one that started it all. Last Winter Break, I did nothing but replay The Witcher 3 and by the end of the gaming binge, I had the initial idea for this fic. It was the first urge I’d had to write fanfic since my Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver days, about... uh, fifteen years ago? I wrote six chapters, realized my plot structure was fatally flawed, put the fic away for five months, came back and rewrote it from top to bottom with a different focus & plot arc. It’s only 44k words, a modest length by the standard of fanfic long reads, but I’ve spent more time working on this fic than anything else that I’ve ever written. 

4.  The Color of the Wheat Fields - I found out about stillmadaboutpetra’s birthday the day before. They deserve gifts and nice things, so I wrote & edited this giftfic in a feverish last-minute fugue state. It was supposed to be a happy fic-- instead, it made them cry. Still feel bad about that. This fic is the reason I get misty-eyed whenever I see @calyxestra’s redheaded Geralt. 

3. Yearlings - Secret Santa gift fic for mondfuchs! I was aiming for a different style with this one-- sparer prose, a lot less inner monologue. I cut 2k words off the first draft, about 25% of the fic. Mondfuchs wanted a subtle fic about the unconditional trust & love that Geralt and Eskel share, so I set out to show the moment that Geskel became what they are-- that transition from bright-eyed kiddos goofing around in Kaer Morhen to the seasoned, jaded professionals who carry each other’s histories with a profound understanding beyond words. I think the fic works. Grateful to mondfuchs for the prompt & inspiration!

2. A Splinter in Time - My personal monster. This is me being my own psychopomp, marching down to the underworld and wrestling with the demons there. The fic’s not done yet; my first writing goal of the new year is to finish it. It may also be too harsh / brutal for anyone to really read, but that’s okay-- excavating that tar down in the deep is already changing me-- stories with happy endings are becoming possible again. Cheaper than therapy, if not easier.

1. After Tedd Deireádh - Artists can get kind of woo-woo about the nature of creativity and where their ideas come from. I get 100% woo-woo with this story. The first chapter poured out from who knows where, and Yen & Eskel did what they did against my own plans for the fic. It would have benefited from some editing after the fact, but oh well-- I love it in all its messy rawness. I needed a story like this. Thanks, invisible merciful muse or whatever, for donating one. 

uhhh yeah sooo I’mma tentatively tag @fayet and @stillmadaboutpetra and @lohrendrell (who tagged me in another post-- consider this a cheerful wave back! :D) and @laurelnose and @inber and @limerental, who can feel free to decline, and anyone else who wants to play because what the hell life is short and 2020 is awful and lets celebrate the good things that managed to crawl out of its toxic cesspit

#writing #everything you create is a defiant fist shake against the void #or maybe it's just for fun and that's great too #don't listen to me I'm already drunk #happy end of 2020