#Eskel oneshot

[justanoasisimagines]

Travelling with

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❀Before you start traveling Eskel, he's going to explain the risks and set some ground rules before he allows you to accompany him. Traveling with a Witcher is dangerous.

❀Eskel would want you to know if he tells you to do something it's normally for your safety. Your safety is always going to be his top priority.

❀Eskel would teach you how to defend yourself. In the event he's not able to protect you, he needs to know you have the skills to protect yourself.

❀Eskel educating you about every new monster you come across. What to do, what not to do. The history around the creatures. etc

❀Attempting to visit as many places before the winter comes.

❀Eskel sneaking off to buy you something as a memory for every new place you'd been to.

❀Eskel worrying about if you're warm enough or cool enough. He worries about your well-being constantly.

❀You learn how to attend to a various array of injuries. Eskel is always attending to some injury so it's helpful to know how to help him.

❀The two of you would have so much fun exploring and traveling together. Eskel wouldn't have to be alone for long periods. When the winter came he'd want you to come to Kaer Morhen with him so he could spend the whole winter with you.

[highlordofkrypton]

Thank you so much for the tag @zenkindoflove, I freaking love being tagged in writing games!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 32 (To think I started??? This year??? Or end of last year???)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 271,982

3. What fandoms do you write for? ACOTAR & DC Comics.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Regrets (Superbats, DC Comics)

Little Secrets for my Soul (Batjokes, DC Comics)

The Lighthouse (The Aquaman Family, DC Comics)

Wildflowers (Tamsand, A Court of Thorns and Roses)

The Justice League's Mom's Book Club's Guide to Vampire Slaying (Martha Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Hippolyta & Atlanna, DC Comics)

5. Do you respond to comments? Always! My readers made the effort to comment on my fic, so I will absolutely respond with the utmost enthusiasm. It means the world to me when I get comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh, it's absolutely Wildflowers. I mean, it's canon ending so does it really count?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think most of them have happy endings, especially the oneshots. If they're not happy, they're some kind of tender, or sweet. I do think Regrets has the most upbeat ending.

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes. More and more lately. I would say I write the kind of smut that makes you question yourself (and I haven't even dived into the kinkiest kinks). Are you confused? Yes. Do you know what happened? No. Do I know what happened? No. Were we all entertained? HELL YES.

9. Do you write crossovers? I didn't name my blog home of the crackships for nothing. I LOVE crossovers. I have a few on my AO3, but so many on my to-write list.

10. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! Not formally. I do roleplay with a partner. I tried to re-write one of ours as a fic, but it's soooo tricky.

12. What is your all-time favorite ship? SUPERBATS SUPERBATS SUPERBATS. At least, if we're talking something that has a fandom. If we're talking my fav ships forreal, it's Lambert x Gojo Satoru x Clark Kent, Orm Marius x Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen x Hal Jordan x Komand'r, Lilith x Eskel, etc.

13. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? None that I know of. I usually circle back and/or can be swayed to finish one.

14. What are your writing strengths?

Details. I think I have a few. I get weird fixated on details that I think make the writing feel more 'lived in' and immersive.

Side characters. I think I'm very good at creating intriguing side characters that you'll get attached to. My trick is that the character is fully developed with their own story before they appear on my page. How else will I get their interactions down, even if it's for a chapter and they're never seen again?

Humour. I literally cannot be serious. I have to shitpost halfway through my story.

15. What are your writing weaknesses?  

Pacing. I am impatient, I wanna get to the juicy parts, but some stories need to cook a little before getting to the fun stuff. I tend to use the excuse that since it's fanfiction, I can #yolo and post.

I cannot write something short for the life of me. Everything needs to end up being multi-chapter, I'm TIRED.

Smut. It's not raw enough. It's not filthy enough. I need to let go and be less formal about it. Just dig right in and have a meatier writing. I just don't think my current style fits pure smut. It does fit trying to fuck an eldritch horror and soul-shattering orgasms tho 😂 But sometimes, I just wanna go to pound town, not achieve self-actualization through butt stuff, you know???

16. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I have some foreign words in my Illyrian fic, and I am fluent in french. I do hate seeing other people write dialogue in different languages SPECIFICALLY FRENCH, so I won't be doing that.

17. First fandom you wrote for? A Court of Thorns and Roses.

18. Favorite fic you’ve written? I have different favourite ones for different reasons.

I like cosmic bloom because it's unhinged smut.

I like Regrets because it's my first ever Superbats fic and got so many kudos!

I like Wildflowers because it's my first story I ever wrote from start to finish.

I like Needle & King because it's healing a lot of trauma to write it, and I get to discover my identity and explore lore/worldbuilding that I've been putting off for ages.

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Trainee Geralt & The Advanced Obstacle Courses

A little oneshot I just had to write out. It's only about 1k words long.

I hope you enjoy it!

The trainers grew frustrated with Geralt after he'd finished his trial of the grasses(both of them), as he'd slowed down on the obstacle courses.

He used to run the trainee courses with the frantic reckless hope that all the trainees did. Pushed, as they were, by their trainer's harsh words and expectations.

He now plodded through the advanced courses, pausing on every obstacle to watch how the next moved, even after having completed the same courses over and over again. The trainers had tried shouting and beating and bribing and threatening and cajoling and scorning, but still he crept through each course. 

The trainers went to Vesemir, as he was leader of Geralt's Cohort, and Vesemir tried to encourage a bit more confidence into Geralt; he knew that Geralt could run those courses just as fast as any of the other trainees, if he'd just apply himself. 

But still Geralt refused to speed up. 

There came a day that Vesemir was headed to the library and, while crossing a walkway, spotted Eskel running the third advanced course. Curious, and knowing the trainees rarely went anywhere alone, he stopped to see what they were up to. 

The trainees weren't forbidden from running the courses independently, but they rarely chose to in the rare bits of free time they had. 

Eskel seemed to be trying to improve on his speed record, sprinting as hard as he could through the obstacles, and getting summarily swatted off for prioritizing speed over caution.

Vesemir winced as Eskel tucked into a hasty roll to break his fall and crashed into a support pillar of the neighboring course,

"Doing better, Keli." Came a soft rasping voice, 

"Yeah," came a more acerbic voice "Last time you took way longer to fall from there."

Vesemir looked over and wasn't surprised to find Geralt and Lambert stood nearby, they were a trio none had seen pairing up, but they hadn't yet had a spat bad enough to permanently split them. 

Geralt was tallying up the marbles from the counter; a contraption of turning gears and popping ropes the mages had put together to accurately time things. Marbles dropped out of it at specified intervals, the more marbles, the more time had passed. 

The record for the third advanced course by a full witcher was set by Naumir at eight marbles, the trainee record was fourteen. Eskel seemed to have run about three fifths of the course in eleven, which was about where he should in his training. 

Eskel groaned as he disentangled himself from the pillar and pushed himself to his feet, the many scuff marks and skids of dirt on his clothes showing that he'd been at this for a while. Lambert looked to be only a touch cleaner, so the pup must have given it a few tries as well. Vesemir studied Geralt, hoping for even the smallest smear of dust, but was dissatisfied to find he showed no signs of having fallen from the course. 

Vesemir didn't know where the boy's sudden fear of falling had come from, it wasn't a large fall, and he didn't seem to fear heights when climbing or running the walls, but still he refused to take any risks on the obstacle courses.

Vesemir shook his head and began to walk away, but paused when he heard Lambert pipe up through Eskel's plotting and self chastising,

"Will you run it, Geralt?"

Vesemir turned back and watched Geralt study the course with a pensive look in his eye, he seemed about to decline when Eskel spoke,

"Would you? Show me how it's done, Wolf"

Geralt gazed at the course for a moment more then tilted his head to eye his brothers, Eskel and Lambert stared back with pleading eyes, and Geralt finally nodded a slow agreement. Lambert broke into cheers and Eskel clapped him on the arm with a beaming grin.

Vesemir watched with trepidation, and a small amount of hope, as Geralt clambered to the start of the course and stared it down while he waited for Lambert to shove all the marbles back into the counter and Eskel to set everything moving again.

"Ready… Go!" Shouted Lambert as he pulled loose the starting cord of the counter.

Vesemir felt his heart sink in his chest, when instead of launching forward Geralt slid into a crouch, his eyes unwavering from their lock on the course's first obstacle. 

Vesemir might have left then, but there was something about this that felt different, so he stayed and watched his boy watch the rhythm of course.

For the first time Vesemir was able to have his full attention on Geralt as he faced a course and he realized that the gleam in Geralt's eyes wasn't fear, but a fierce calculation.

Geralt's head started a small sway in time with the first pendulum and then, all of a sudden, he was off.

Vesemir felt his jaw slacken, he'd never seen a trainee run this course that fast, or that fluidly. It was as though Geralt knew exactly what was going to happen an instant before it did, he swung around pendulums, under bars, leapt gaps, and dodged spikes without a single toe misplaced. Not a move was wasted.

Vesemir found himself holding his breath as Geralt approached the final stretch, it was designed to force Witchers to use their signs, the obstacles unnavigable without them. 

Geralt threw himself into the fray without a single beat of hesitation. His fingers flowed through his signs, but he left them half powered, giving them the bare minimum of the strength that was needed to let him eel through the great moving pieces, that could and would break any limbs they caught.

Geralt was nearly out when a piece moved a touch faster than he'd anticipated and clipped his heel, sending him tumbling madly into the last set. Vesemir wouldn't be surprised if he left an exact imprint of his fingertips in the balustrade he was clutching, with how tightly he was strangling it. 

Geralt bounced off one clapper into another, and kicked off a third to tumble desperately over the finish line and, blessedly, off the obstacle course. 

Only then did Vesemir register Lambert and Eskel's screaming whoops and howling. Geralt's brothers rushed to congratulate him and Vesemir sagged to the floor of the walkway.

As he calmed, Vesemir began to make out words over the thunder of his heart in his ears,

"TEN!" They were screaming "TEN! GERALT!" and Vesemir felt a grin creep onto his face.

I do have more on this, so if you have any questions feel free to ask!

💝 Thank you for reading 💝

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Rec List 4: The Witcher

-  Worth More Than Your Songs by Chaos_Breeds

“Jask, you’re bleeding,” Geralt growled, his free hand starting to pat for injuries, and-

Jaskier relaxed a bit, slumping in relief. “Good morning to you too,” he greeted brightly, ignoring how raspy his voice was. “Damn witchers and their sense of smell. I’m fine, don’t worry, just my hands.”

The room froze.

———

In which Jaskier runs himself ragged, convinced he must prove his value.

Geralt and Yennefer will not stand for it.

Oneshot,  1,676 words

-  Defying the Odds by Chaos_Breeds

Geralt didn’t care to eavesdrop, really, even less than he wanted to hear another bawdy ballad. It was better to keep his eyes on his ale, stay out of trouble, and wait for Jaskier to be finished. “So how much longer do you think he’ll live?” asked the baron, drumming his fingers on the table. “Such clever songs. I hope we’ll hear another few years’ worth before he goes.”

Geralt immediately stilled, the performance fading into the background.

———

In which Geralt learns that traveling bards are one of the most dangerous professions for very good reason. He overhears some nobles betting on how long his bard would survive on the path, and Jaskier’s odds apparently aren’t good.

Geralt will be damned before that happens.

Oneshot,  1,705 words

-  Bard Assassin by Hyrulehearts1123, sageclover61

Collection, 8 works, 88,968 words

>>>  Edge of Nowhere by sageclover61

Jaskier needed no introduction to Geralt of Rivia, not when he knows who this Witcher is on sight. On the other hand, this is his opportunity to make a new and different name for himself, a guise within a disguise, and perhaps fame that'll hide the secrets that he keeps.

Oneshot, 1,361 words

-  why were you digging, what did you bury by ruffboi

"You'll be coming with me," his father said, rather abruptly and with no room for argument.

"I thought no one but the elders and the witch could know where the clearing is," Julian said slowly.

"This is your duty as my son and heir," his father snapped.

"Of course, father," Julian replied. "I'll be ready after supper." He wondered, a chill running down his spine, what this duty actually was.

Oneshot,  1,776 words

-  I Have Heart-Fire and Singing to Give by inexplicifics

Jaskier is invited to come and sing at Oxenfurt - an honor he has never dreamed he would be granted so young. But leaving Kaer Morhen has its perils...and there are those who would very much like to get their hands on the Consort of the Warlord of the North.

5/5 Completed, 23,311 words

-  And I'll go up, up to find us by thequeenofsong

Geralt's thoughts when he goes up the mountain after finding out about the husband hunters coming to Kaer Morhen. Also includes a flashback to the night in Redania after Geralt finds out Jaskier was sent as a sacrifice and Jaskier's confession of love. Inspired by Inexplicfic's Accidental Warlord AU.

Oneshot,  2,909 words

-  No More Monsters by ruffboi

When Geralt leads his army into Tretogor, they expect most of what they find.

What they don't expect is the near-silent, trembling figure they find tucked against the wall in Radovid's rooms after Eskel runs a sword through the bastard's throat.

Oneshot,  1,219 words

-  Dandelion Wedding Crowns by sageclover61

Twenty years after conquering Kaedwen, Redania sought a treaty with the Warlord of the North, and offered with it an arranged marriage.

Geralt, the accidental warlord of the north, would very like human nobles to stop doing monstrous things, like marrying off their children. Needless to say, the marriage won’t last. Now if only he could figure out how to help Jaskier and his sisters, too.

Inspired by Inex's AW AU and Pallidus' As long as the sun and moon are above.

Oneshot, 16,303 words

-  dead man running by peaktotheocean

Jaskier handed her the spare dagger and breathed easy when she took it without question. "Ciri, darling. We're going to get out of this dungeon together. You know how sometimes, humans call things monsters that aren't monsters at all? Rather just, things they don't understand?"

She looked at him with fierce determination in her eyes. "Yes, I do."

Oneshot,  7,512 words

-  Little Lark in Our Hearts by Chaos_Breeds

Based on inexplicifics Warlord!Geralt AU. Jaskier thought he was over what his father had done, when he was sent away as tribute to the White Wolf. During a conversation about sending tribute to another king, Jaskier realizes he very, very much is not okay.

Good thing he’s got a whole pack to help him through it.

———

(In which they get a stark reminder of Jaskier’s circumstances before becoming part of the Witcher’s keep.)

Oneshot, 1,604 words

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Eskel Valentine's Oneshot

So uhhh, heres a oneshot. I had the Kids and Coffee dates version of Eskel in mind when i wrote but it's pretty much completely self conatined. Okay bye! (hides back in my hole)

Nothing could go right today. You were fairly sure this day was completely cursed. You leaned  on the counter looking at the trashed kitchen, head hung low. Powdered sugar coated both you and every dry surface. Sticky meringue-based batter coated many of your utensils and despite the not insignificant amount of vanilla extract you had spilled on the floor earlier you could still get wafts of smoke smell coming up from the basement.

Lets start from the beginning.

The shit had started that morning. You were lying in bed, trying your best to enjoy your morning before everything got started. It was Valentines day, and for once you actually had someone you really wanted to spend it with. Eskel and you had both agreed that you didn’t want to go out. Restaurants too crowded with people, and normal date spots much more likely to have unwanted company. So you decided on a nice dinner at your house. He was going to bring an entrée and you would provide sides and dessert. You had made all the sides in advance last night so you could tackle your main rival today: Macarons. You’d made the finicky cookies before, quite successfully- though for every success you’d probably had two failures. You’d known Eskel long enough now to know of his not so subtle love for sweets, and you kept your macaron making knowledge a secret to pull out for a special occasion to impress him.

This seemed the perfect opportunity, and your gentle giant of a boyfriend would be worth every frustration along the way.

Having hyped yourself up to start baking you got up out of bed, only to open the bedroom door and step out onto utterly freezing hardwood. Cold air blasted you in face and goosebumps instantly pebbled on your arms. Quickly grabbing a robe to wrap around yourself you padded over to the thermostat. It was set for 70 but it was only 58 in the house. Perking your head up you focused, trying to hear the tell tale rattling of the furnace from the air vents. Only silence greeted you.

The furnace was out, great. At it least it wasn’t projected to be too terribly cold today you thought as you went about morning chores, getting animals and yourself fed. Then it was on to tackling the heat issue. It was times like these you were grateful for having an old house, as in the basement across the room from the furnace was a wood stove. That could keep the house warm until you could get someone out to fix the heating. You went over to the pile of wood next to the stove kept for such emergencies and easily stacked and lit the wood in the stove. Satisfied as the flames eagerly licked the dry kindling, you closed the stove door and headed back up to start your work in the kitchen.

As you began looking for your scale and other ingredients you could smell smoke, a good indication that the fire was catching well and the house would be toasty again in no time. Then the smell got stronger… and stronger. You perked your head up from the recipe on your phone, peering out to look down the hall. The door leading to the basement had tendrils of smoke crawling out from underneath it. You threw your phone down on the table and dashed back down to the basement.

Smoke plumed out of the door as you flung it open, taking the stairs two at a time to get to the basement floor. As you looked through the smoke-filled haze you could see that nothing had caught on fire. Instead smoke was coming from the stove, flowing into the house instead of the chimney. As you reached the stove you experimentally touched the chimney, it was just as chilly as the floors upstairs, confirming your suspicions. It was plugged up. You searched around for something to put out the fire. A lone dehumidifier caught your eye from the back corner. Its indicator light, stating its bucket was full and needed to be emptied, having been ignored for quite some time. It was not ideal, as putting a ton of water on the flame could cause the stove to crack, but you really didn’t have any options. Rushing you grabbed the bucket out of the machine and opened the top of the stove, dumping its contents inside.  

Steam erupted from the hole, the wood charred, and the fire doused. You went to breath a sigh of relief; however the smoke and steam filed your lungs causing a coughing fit. A minute or so passed before you could breath again, now starting back at square one. No heat and no plan B. To make matters worse you had to open the basement windows to let out the smoke, letting more cold air in. Propping open every window and even placing a fan by one, you looked forlornly at the defunct furnace. Trying your best to see if you could bullshit your way into fixing it. It was after some scrutiny that you noticed a small switch to the side of the furnace, close to the ground, had been switched off. You leaned over to examine further, noting some kitty cat paw prints were in the dust by the button. Gingerly you flipped the switch back on, almost leaping back as the furnace came alive once more.

Irritation settled in your bones as you trudged along back upstairs. Now stinking of smoke, eyes and lungs irritated beyond belief you tried once more to continue baking. You had finished your meringue and were preparing the flour and sugar when you noticed that your little shit of a heat hating cat—who would usually be begging at your feet by now, was no where in sight. He had been a stray found by Eskel, whom you had immediately taken in and declared he was now Eskel and your son. He was also a massive food pit and would pester you incessantly when you were in the kitchen for any period longer than five minutes. So his absence now was noted.

It then occurred to you that you had opened the windows in the basement for the smoke. The very much screenless and at ground level windows.

How much can go wrong in an hour? Grabbing your coat, some shoes and cat treats you went outside. An hour and half later both you and the cat were finally back inside, of course not before it had started to rain, however. With your heat, cat and windows now secure you get back to the recipe, specifically starting it over.

Time went quickly and the tedious nature of the cookies plus you frazzled state caused you to be a bit sloppy with your baking. Sugar getting everywhere and at one point knocking vanilla extract off the counter and all over the kitchen.

You almost cried at that point, but papa didn’t raise no bitch and you WERE going to see this through. Finally you had your cookies in the oven and even though you did everything right, the tops of them started to crack.

Great, just great.

At least they’ll still taste okay, you thought, trying you best to power through baking and frosting them. At last they were finished, and you sighed looking out at the mess of both yourself and the kitchen.

Today was cursed, you were sure of it. Either you could be alone and happy or in a relationship and miserable. No in-between.

Somehow you cleaned the kitchen and showered, but the wear of the day being one event after another dragged your shoulders down to rest—just for a moment.

            They gentle eyes of the your “stray son” peered at Eskel through the window as he walked up to your door. He was honestly really excited, sure he had gone out for Valentines before, but never like this. Never with someone he loved. Someone that loved him enough to know he would rather stay in and be fancy at home, rather than try and keep that pretense out in public. He was excited to have you try his soup. He hadn’t been sure what to make, but he wanted to impress you, and it was still cold enough for soup. He was picture the two of you curled up on the couch, cozy, some show playing on TV but neither of you really paying attention because the other was close. Or at least that’s how he always felt around you. Like he couldn’t focus because time spent with you, not paying attention to you was time wasted.

            He knocked on the door gently, when several minutes passed and no answer he re-arranged the container in his hands to open the door. You were probably just in the shower or had headphones on. He had accidentally (and sometimes purposefully if he was being honest) scared you because you were so engrossed in what you were listening to. He couldn’t really help it though, you were so cute when you were flustered and tried mock scolding him afterwards.

            Eskel made his way into the kitchen, noticing the faint scent of wood smoke in the hall. He opened the fridge to place his soup inside while he searched for you, when something light blue caught his eyes. He eyed the cookies up and down for a second. He wasn’t sure if you had bought them for tonight or for something else but…..

            Eskel grabbed two of the sweets, putting one in his mouth as he went to search for you.

            ……. You knew better than to leave sweets out when we was coming over.

            Eskel made his first stop at your bedroom, concern furrowing his brows a moment when he didn’t hear the water running. Only to then hear the soft sounds of you sleeping behind the door. Eskel gently opened up the door. Your cat being ever the opportunist rushing in as it opened to come and jump on the bed. You were on your stomach, hair sprawled out around you, the scent of you hair products wafting up as he got closer. A smile tugged further and further up his face as he noticed you hadn’t even gotten out of your robe yet. You must have fallen asleep after your shower before getting ready.

            Eskel set the cookie in his hand down on your nightstand and leaned over, his hand brushing against your cheek as he kissed your temple.

            “Y/n…. Y/n babe wake up” You stirred quietly shoulders jostling a bit before you pried open your eyes.

            “Esk? What? Shit what time is it?” You turned and tried to clumsily sit up but Eskel placed a firm hand on your shoulder.

            “ Doesn’t matter now I’m already here. What’s up are you okay? You’re not really a post-shower nap kinda girl.” Eskel smirked trying to get you to smile as well, but it quickly fell when he noticed your frown deepen.

            “Yeah I know I just…. I… Everything was just” You struggled to articulate what was going on and instead fell back into the bed, arms crossed over your eyes as a small whine escaped you.

            “Hey, hey it’s okay, you don’t need to tell me anything… Just… come here.”

            Eskel quickly discarded his jacket and climbed into the bed, opening his arms for you. You immediately accepted, wrapping around him and squishing your face into his neck.

            “m sorry I ruined Valentines.” Eskel could make out your mumbling into his skin.

            “You didn’t ruin Valentines” You pulled back from him slightly, the vibrations from him speaking just a bit too much.

            “But I’m all mopey and junk.” You frowned looking into the bit of his chest peaking out from his V neck. A shirt you would bet money he only wore because he knew you loved them on him. Eskel leaned back further, an arms detaching from your side so he could bring his hand up. Gentle fingers pulled your chin up to look at him. Soft, kind eyes, tan skin and a look of total adoration greeted you.

            “I still love you when you’re mopey.”

[hottpinkpenguin]

Witcher Masterlist

Witcher characters I write for: Geralt of Rivia, Eskel, Cahir

GERALT OF RIVIA

Black and White (series - work in progress)

Original female character Crossover with Geralt (Witcher) X Darkling (Shadow & Bone) Summary: During the Battle of Sodden, Arian is separated from her King and betrothed Aleksander Morozova, the Black Flame of Nilfgaard. In an effort to hide her connection to the Black Flame, she conceals her identity from her rescuer, a Witcher named Geralt of Rivia. Her efforts to return to Nilfgaard and to her husband-to-be are thwarted at every turn by circumstance, tragedy, and bad luck. Or is it fate telling her that her destiny lies in a different direction? Chapters: ongoing Rating: PG-13 Content warnings for: canon-typical violence; depictions of blood and gore

I Still Care For You (oneshot)

Female vampire reader insert Summary: Before Princess Cirilla, before Jaskier and the Butcher of Blakiven, before Yennefer of Vengerberg and before Renfri, before fate tore like a sunrise over the mountains into his life and disrupted the quiet… there was you. Rating: PG-13 Content warnings for: implied sexual themes

ESKEL

**check back soon! this list will grow

CAHIR

A Dangerous Dalliance (series - work in progress) *crossposted on AO3

Female reader insert Summary: As your arranged marriage to a wealthy lord of Nilfgaard draws near, you have to decide between the man your heart desires and the man who could save your father’s crown from collapse. The hardest choice you’ll ever make, and one with unimaginable consequences. Rating: R Content warnings for: arranged marriage, sexual harassment/implied sexual violence, canon-typical violence, canon divergence

Cahir Drabble

Female reader insert Summary: Reunited after months apart, Cahir hasn't changed a bit. And you love him for it. Rating: PG Content warnings for: none

Into Stars (oneshot)

Female reader insert Summary: Loving one of Nilfgaard's most gifted warriors demands the highest price, and Cahir comes to term with his love just in time to pay. Rating: R Content warnings for: graphic depictions of combat, blood, gore, reader death

dividers by @saradika | header image by @things4your

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

"You know, I never tried this here. I wonder if it will make the astral look different - the Chaos here is different from the magic back home." Pulling the box with the joint he had built earlier out of his pocket, Rhys offered it to Eskel. There was no need for a lighter, not with a witcher at his side. Eskel and Rhys get high at Corvo and enjoy the sights

von bluomen eine bettestat

Fandom: Witcher (Video Games)/Shadowrun Rating: G Words: 3017 (oneshot)

Drug Use

deepweed

astral senses

Fluff

Stoner Witcher event

Weed

Corvo Bianco (The Witcher)

Read it on AO3

written for the Stoner Witcher event @stonerwitcher - thank you for running the event, it's been fun to write for!

[justanoasisimagines]

Angel,

Requests are open! Request Guidliness are pinned on the top of my page! Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

I know I've fucked up. The way I acted the other night in the Tavern is completely inexcusable. Angel, it does not reflect how I feel about you. That woman should have never touched me. I should have pushed her away instantly. Made sure she knew, no-one touches what belongs to you. Make no mistake Angel, I belong to you. Seeing the pain etch onto your beautiful face sobered me up, quicker than any hangover cure I've tried. That and Vesimir's disapproving stare. I dare anyone to not feel scrutinized. I have not treated you properly. Treated you as if you were the most important person in my life. You are an angel, the most important person in my life. If you choose to give it another chance. I will not allow another woman to touch, or flirt with me. I'm going to cut down on my drinking too. My focus will be on you and me. Being a better partner. I will allow my actions to prove my intentions to you. I am deeply serious Angel about my intentions and my feelings towards you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Given the chance, I will prove it to you. I can be a better man and a better Witcher. Yours Always, Eskel,

[rileytwenty]

Requests

Hey y'all, I've been lacking in story ideas lately so I'm taking requests for x reader oneshots/imagines.

I do not promise to do all requests.

Fandoms:

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Neteyam Sully

Jake Sully

Neytiri

Lo'ak Sully

My Hero Academia

Kirishima Eijiro

Bakugou Katsuki

Midoriya Izuku

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Shane Walsh

Sand Castle

Captain Syverson

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Eskel

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya Shuntaro

Niragi Suguru

[hrefna-the-raven]

@rachelcarroll1819

Thanks for the ask 😊 I would like to keep it on hold at the moment as the current oneshot WIP is the very first time ever I write for Eskel and I have this very specific idea that needs to get out of my head, so this oneshot will be very specific and the reader in this one will be very defined according to my own headcanon.

I will see if I'll write again for Eskel in the future, but if I do I might come back to your request 😊

[witcherrarepaircommentexchange]

The Witcher Rarepair Comment Exchange will return November 2023

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all canons, pairings and characters people have submitted fics for past events

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Fics: Submit at least one oneshot/chapter with a wordcount of no more than 10k, and no less than 500 words. You can submit up to three fics so there's a better chance to match readers and fics.

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If you have suddenly forgotten everything you like/don't like to read, the Fisstech & Succubi Eskel Exchange has an excellent list to help you get started here

The rarepair must be the focus of your fic. We count everything as a rarepair with less than 1000 fics on AO3 at the time when you submit your story.

The pairing can be romantic or platonic/friendship.

This event welcomes darkfic, WIPs (the submitted chapter must be published on AO3), crossovers and OCs. As long as the fic is tagged correctly, you can submit whatever you want. The flip side of submit whatever you want is that we will not tolerate bashing of submitted fics.

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[fandom-space-princess]

WIP Whenever

Taking inventory of my WIPs folder, and I'm starting to understand why I never seem to finish anything. I jump around too much 😅

WIPs for which I have, at minimum, started to bullet-point plot and character notes (by fandom):

Supernatural:

None But Shining Hours: midam sequel to "The Game of Us." Michael and Adam living their little post-resurrection life, featuring a Michael learning to take joy in life's quieter labors.

Artificial Nocturne: Raphael sequel to "The Game of Us." Raphael growing a garden for themself as they take up a position caretaking the Empty, and getting the rest and recuperation they deserve.

[untitled]: sabrifer sequel to "The Game of Us." I'm not actually sure this isn't two fics trying to be one fic. On the one hand, there's whatever Gabriel and Lucifer are doing whenever they're haunting the bunker, and Sam, and each other. On the other hand, there's the separate setting entirely of Lucifer taking responsibility for upending the structure of Purgatory, and examining what it means to be a creature created irredeemable. Need to work on this more because it is at all times scrabbling at the walls in my brain.

[untitled] oddly philosophical bondage kinkfic featuring [REDACTED]. This one meant to be sexy when I started writing it but these assholes just won't stop talking to each other long enough to get to the good part. Woe.

Stranger to Flight: midam oneshot featuring both Michael and Adam being incredibly weird about the concept of immortality.

[untitled]: Gabriel resurrection postcanon longfic. Canon-compliant AU. Gabriel finds himself deposited unceremoniously on the bunker's doorstep, and has to reconcile a headful of conflicting memories about how often, when, and whether he was alive or dead. He's uncertain if he's real, or if anything is; he remembers the many, many "draft" versions of himself Chuck wrote, and he's stuck in a body that doesn't answer to his whims like it used to. This is technically a sabriel fic, but it's so much more about Gabriel's relationship to embodiment and existence… one day I will finish this, and publish it, and then probably just die satisfied.

First Rites: midam oneshots about their "firsts." First kiss, first decision Michael makes for himself, first fight they have after the cage… heck, when I figure out how to write them baking a cake, Michael's first birthday.

Eastern Midnight Time: samifer fic that I will someday finish and bestow upon Sin like a flower crown for inspiring it. The premise is an allegory about sacrificial goats wrt the book of Leviticus, and the idea of Sam as "the scapegoat"/the goat "for Azazel," in contrast to Dean, as Michael's vessel, being a more pure/godly sacrifice. The premise here is a ~s4/5ish Sam road trip fic, and the lengths to which he would go to feel worthy again; about helping people as he moves, collecting sins as he goes.

Witcher (all media):

Metamorphosis, and Other Gifts: Eskel/Salma the Succubus fic that keeps stubbornly resisting me writing the final chapter. Eskel's relationship to his own monstrousness (and the idea in general of what it means to be a monster) makes me feel tormented. I think this might be the next thing I finish.

[untitled]: Ciri longfic. What if, in the aftermath of TW3, the Lady of Space and Time had a crisis of conscience and took up mutiverse-jumping? What if she pulled the members of Geralt's hansa from their deaths at Stygga Castle at the last possible moment, and brought them into the post-game future? Wouldn't that be awful for everyone? GLAD YOU ASKED. It definitely would! There would be unintended consequence! Crises of identity! Angoulême and Ciri having just the worst heart-to-hearts! I can't wait to sit down and work on it one of these days.

[untitled]: series of sequential/interconnected one-shot fics for Meve/Reynard/Gascon (Thronebreaker). I'm not exactly sure how many of these there are going to be yet, but I have notes for at least three of them. I do so love my OT3.

[Bonus!] Dragon Age:

[untitled] Whooo boy, is this self-indulgent. This is a gigantic fic that exists (… I use this word loosely) to tear a big goddamn hole in the fabric of the universe and let me write a story to the effect of: "if you sunder spacetime such that you have five or six Wardens with intact memories up to the Tower of Ishal, three or four slightly different versions of the same Hawke, and a half-dozen very angry Inquisitors, how badly can they screw up working together and saving the world?" God, it's so much. There is no chance of this seeing the light of day prior to Dreadwolf, though, so I wouldn't look for it any time soon.

[bloodsweatandpotato]

Day 4

Waking up disoriented

Fandom: The Witcher (mix of all media because I denounce canon)

Characters: Geralt, Lambert, Eskel

Tw: none

Summary: Geralt wakes up slowly, with blood in his hair and something(s) warm pressed against him. He wakes up to the heat of a fire and the sound of heartbeats. He wakes up safe. Full oneshot on ao3 because it’s longer (and hopefully more coherent) than my usual whumptober ramblings.

[glwstic]

Rec List 5: The Witcher

-  i'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin by intothefirewego

“I’m going to die,” Jaskier said quietly.

Geralt stopped moving the whetstone across his blade.

~

Jaskier doesn't know how he fits into Geralt's long life. Geralt doesn't understand.

Oneshot,  3,408 words

-  Tactile by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

When Geralt brings Jaskier to Kaer Morhen, the other Witchers take a shine to the bard.

Too much of a shine, if you ask Geralt. Not that anyone's asked. Or that Geralt really cares. Much. Or at all. Really, he doesn't. Nope.

Not in the slightest.

Oneshot,  2,900 words

-  we're looking out for angels (and something we can hold on) by staticpetrichor

when jaskier, accidentally, reveals the sort of propositions he's used to dealing with geralt is...concerned, to say the least.

maybe a little furious, and maybe a tad more invested in the bard's well-being than either of them realized.

2/2 Completed,  4,030 words

-  Sleeping Witcher by SailorChibi

Even after Geralt pushed him out of his life, Jaskier can't resist helping him. Even if it breaks his heart in the process.

2/2 Completed,  3,199 words

-  it's what's engraved upon my heart (in letters deeply worn) by margosfairyeye (Skittery)

How could he leave? How could he leave? After everything Geralt gave him? After giving him everything he ever wanted? After giving up his own solitude, and time, and freedom just to accommodate Jaskier? All of that, all of that time, and energy, and it only took a few words of frustration to chase him away?

Geralt scowls at nothing. He thought Jaskier was different, but he’d turned out just the same as everyone else.

Oneshot,  3,364 words

-  who made you smile again by Potrix for dls

Barely audible, hoarsely, Geralt grits out, “I hurt you.”

Jaskier frowns at that, moving one hand from Geralt’s face to poke at the bruise on his thigh. “This?” he asks with a disbelieving little chuckle. “Geralt, darling, I’ve hurt myself worse by walking into doors. Or roughhousing with my brothers, as a child. Or tripping over my own clumsy feet. It was in jest, I don’t mind. I like you teasing me, you know I do. And marking me, though I usually prefer your mouth to be doing the actual marking.”

Which Geralt knows, he really does, but it does little to reassure him right now. “Not this,” he forces out, then amends, “Not only this.”

Oneshot,  2,420 words

-  “What’s it like to love something that cannot love you back?“ by merthurlocked

It’s the Countess de Stael that whispers it to him, and he replies;

“Like you’ve stayed up all night to watch the sunrise but somewhere in between dusk falling and dawn breaking you fell asleep,

when you wake the sun is shining brightly at you, and the warmth is bittersweet because once again you’ve missed it rising but you’re still happy that it rose all the same.”

Or Jaskier thinks his love for Geralt is forever doomed to be onesided.

Oneshot,  3,222 words

-  If Life Could Give Me One Blessing (It'd Be You) by C4t1l1n4

Geralt's words do more damage than he thought they would

Or

As a Faery who mates for life, Jaskier's light starts to go out when Geralt yells at him on the mountain

Obligatory The Mountain TM fix-it fic

Oneshot, 1,651 words

-  I love you (you are my home) by Shadowmightwrite17

“Some,” Jaskier chokes for a moment. He swallows thickly, looking down at the bed. “Some people hate being called names in bed.”

“You hate being called names in bed,” Geralt says, putting all the pieces together.

Jaskier nods.

“What names?”

In the beginning of their relationship, Jaskier and Geralt have a conversation about sex, their boundaries, intimacy, trust.

“This, this is special. This is different. It matters more, to me, because it’s you. I don’t want to screw this up, don’t want to ever hurt you like that. I want this to be safe, for both of us. We deserve to feel safe.”

Oneshot, 1,447 words

-  Two Witchers Walk Into a Tavern by TheSupernova

When Eskel ventures into a town in search of a bed and a roof over his head, he doesn't expect to run into Geralt brooding in the corner of the tavern. He certainly doesn't expect the performing bard to wander over and sit in his brother's lap as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

Or, Eskel meets Jaskier.

Oneshot,  2,040 words