#wolfgeralt

[bardtits]

implodingthemirage -> bardtits

please take up any complaints, commentary or concerns to

"@wolfgeralt enjoys bardtits" - harry wolfgeralt 2k23, like five minutes ago

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Thanks for the tag @laurikarauchscat. Currently busy atm so I'm squeezing this in (looks like a bad collage :/)

Favorites:

animal- hamsters! I also love dogs and cats.

movie - The Labyrinth. I even memorized all the songs!

season - We only have two. I love rain!

character - My OC Sarah! Emhyr is number one but for this game I have to give it to my character.

Color - duh, red!

hobby - collecting as many Emhyrs as I can!

Book - Was gonna choose DUNE, but I am a horror fan primary. And this books I read to smithereens!

Song: BBs Theme. "See the sunset, the day is ending, let that yawn out, there's no pretending".

Drink - might as well inject this dark brew into my veins!

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Right... tagging some, hopefully, interested parties. @alphagravy @bittersweetbark @i-be-busy-witchering @andordean @sinfulpetgirlrd @katiecat446 @wolfgeralt @ningnomaningnong

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

@louwitcher tagged me for some curios tag game and I’m tagging @deagle, @wolfgeralt, @kayforpay, @artanisnaanie and @justleaf because why not.

1. are you named after anyone?

I hope not, poor person... ;) No. 

2. when was the last time you cried?

I don’t really know, last year maybe

3. do you have kids?

Yes, a teenage girl (no idea how that happened) 😂

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

I call it a coping mechanism, sir.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

Hm, I played a little handball in school. But I’m totally not into sports.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Humor! 

7. scary movies or happy endings?

... both?

8. any special talents?

I’m utterly talentless. 

9. where were you born?

Tief im Westen, wo die Sonne verstaubt

10. what are your hobbies?

TV shows (I’m a huge fan of tv series!), writing, board games, video games

11. do you have any pets?

No, I’m against pets.

12.how tall are you?

1,64 😭

13. fave subject in school?

English, actually. 

14. dream job?

I think ... professor in some exotic field ;)

15. eye colour?

Green :)

[officerjennie]

Tag Nine People You Want to Get to Know Better!

tagged by @tuliharja and @kaiyaru - thanks you guys!​

Favorite color: Purple!

Currently reading: The Martian. Also a Lot of fanfiction - I'd taken a break from reading it for a bit, but the two weeks I've been devouring it every night

Last song: Currently listening to Control by Halsey on repeat

Last movie: The Wretched. It was okay

Last series:

Last completed --->The Witcher: Blood Origin, and I'll likely be watching it again. I'm just so fucking soft for these two

currently watching ---> Technically Wednesday? I made it to the last half hour and just didn't get around to finishing it. Tho my best friend has watching it about 9 times now

I love her your honor

Currently craving: Tea. Which I could make, but that requires getting up....

Tea or coffee: Tea, always and forever. Coffee makes me sick

Currently working on: A siren Jaskier fic. The prompt is 2 years old, and I paused writing it to make this post

Tagging: @kalikatze @kitsunekage88 @ghostinthelibrarywrites @dapandapod (who had better be asleep right now) @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @wolfgeralt @damnbert @trashbadger @kueble

[the-wonder-in-his-eyes]

tagged by @theidiothours

nickname: ducky, duck, deck

sign: virgo (and it shows, sorry not sorry to anyone who knows me irl)

height: 5'10.5 (or 5'11 after a good chiropractor adjustment lol)

last google search: alocasia polly

number of followers: 151

amount of sleep: last night? maybe 11? normally anywhere between 4 and 13. what? i have insomnia and chronic illnesses, any amount of sleep feels like it's never enough.

lucky number: 13

favorite color: sage green and payne's grey

dream job: travel writer with a focus on history and art

movie/ book that summarizes me: can't we talk about more pleasant? by Roz Chast

favorite song: inkpot gods by the amazing devil

favorite instrument: i play just about everything, but i'm partial to the clarinet and violin

aesthetic: dark academia antique store plant dad

favorite author: oh man, don't make me choose. i guess right now I'm a huge fan of Aiden Thomas @aidenschmaiden

favorite animal noise: my guinea pigs when they hear a bag rustle and are demanding attention/food

wearing: green sweater from goodwill and Halloween pants my niece bought me

song stuck in my head: addio by night skinny

i tag @queercowpoke @dat-carovieh @heyatleastitsnotcancer @heatherwitch @carlospy @comfyswitcherblanketfort @jaskierswolf @wolfgeralt @aro-tarot @hallow-witxh

[mysticcoyoteart]

Title: The White Wolf and the Bard

Day Number and Prompt: Day 3 Nonhuman or Nonwitcher Geralt

Artist/Author/Creator: MysticCoyoteArt

Rating: (G)

Triggers/Warnings: None I had to do my take on Wolf!Geralt because witchers being shapeshifters is such a cool concept!

[mawbwehownets]

i am so scared of what season 2 is gonna try and do to you loverboy .. as if making you a twink wasnt bad enough

[jxthics]

[id: eskel from the witcher 3 and jaskier from the witcher netflix. jaskier is kissing eskel on the cheek, and eskel is smiling. /end id]

for @implodingthemirage and @wolfgeralt -- thanks again!!

[dazedandinked]

How about some more Geralt?

Thank you @wolfgeralt for sending this lovely request!

If you want to know more about my Ko-fi sketch commissions and my Modern!Witcher stickers project, read here or send a DM!

[bardtits]

8 and 26, please and thank you!

harry, the best, indulging me and my nostalgia

8. What’s a skill that you can do that you love don’t usually get to talk about?

honest to fuck it would be writing. like, not academically, but for enjoyment.

you’ve read my writing, and i owe you so a fuckload of writing, and i WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN, but save for a few abandoned fics, i haven’t written much in years. i miss it. i want to write about cora at some point - she’s the npc i created for my dnd campaign, but she also exists independently, and i love the fuck out of her. she’s got a very creature from frankenstein origin story in the educating oneself while being something that “shouldn’t learn” or whatever

26. What was the most memorable concert you ever went to?

did you choose this because you knew i wouldn’t shut the fuck up

i have to give a quick shout-out to both the saint motel & the happy fits concerts, even though they don’t take the most memorable spot

those were tiny shows with people i really love in attendance with me

but

fuckiiiin

can i really narrow this down

probably not

every killers concert has been so memorable for different reasons

my first concert, meeting ted; my second, witnessing $20 for bones (the original) and also catching one of the last concerts pre-covid, my third, having bones 2: electric boogaloo, and the camaraderie with everyone else in line, my fourth, watching that lady fucking lose her mind and start screaming at anyone who would listen inside td garden while we waited in the queue (and getting to see johnny marr again), and my fifth + most recent, hoofing it up to CT for the concert, befriending stephanie, who was an angel, being able to get barrier from second row thanks to human kindness, and the fucking concert starting with sam’s town

EDIT and also concert 2 catching one of ronnie’s drumsticks and the security guard highfiving me because i went for it with such verocity i almost accidentally elbowed eric straight in the fucking mouth

i WEPT through sam’s town

(@wolfgeralt)

[chasneedsamoustache]

Witcher season 2 looks so good

DUN NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NANA NA NA

A team effort with beloved @wolfgeralt

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Thank you for tagging me @veralevina15. My turn in this Get To Know Me post:

Three ships: Emhyr/Sarah (OC), Ciri/Morvran, and Geralt/Regis/Dettlaff. I'd add a few more but 3 is all you get here :) ☀️☀️☀️🖤🖤🖤

Last song: "Ordinary World" Evil Within 2 main theme (original song by Duran Duran)

Currently reading: Chapterhouse: DUNE by Frank Herbert. 🪱🪱🪱

Currently watching: Better Call Saul (on Netflix)

Currently consuming: Roasted Spring Chicken 🍗 from Tropical Hut. Damn, I should've gone for the club sandwich!

Currently craving: Emhyr..... what, expecting anything different?😙

tagging: @alphagravy, @i-be-busy-witchering, @northernolddragon, @antimonyschnuck, @liz-regis-favorite-raven, @mintmerlot and @wolfgeralt. Sorry guys!

[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

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Pardon Me While I Burst Into Flames

My fic for the @eskelbigbang, featuring artwork by the incredible @wolfgeralt is up! (Artwork can be found here)

Relationship: Eskel/Jaskier

Rating: E

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Word Count: 29K

Summary: 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.

You can find the first scene below or read it here on AO3!

***

Eskel is used to hunting in swamps, forests, and other darkened corners of the Continent. He’s not used to walking through luxurious hallways in full armor with his swords strapped to his back, passing portraits of long-dead chinless nobles and Metinnan vases that probably cost more than he’ll ever make in his lifetime. He gives the vases a wide berth, very aware of how easily his broad shoulders and spiked armor could cause disaster.

“We’re expecting your discretion in this matter, witcher.” The weedy little man Eskel is following down the hallway is not the lord of the manor, but his steward, though you would never know that given his air of superiority and his lack of chin. Maybe he’s a distant cousin, Eskel thinks absently.

“Of course,” Eskel says.

“If this business became public knowledge, it would be highly embarrassing for his lordship, as I’m sure you understand.”

Eskel hums in agreement, then winces when he realizes he sounds exactly like his brother. It would of course be embarrassing for the local baron if word got out that he had hired a bard to play his oldest son’s wedding to the King of Verden’s great-niece, only to have that bard turn out to be an incubus that seduced the groom on the night before the happy occasion. Now said groom is missing, presumed dead, and the incubus has been holed up in one of the guest rooms for three days now. All of the palace guards refuse to step foot near there after two of them were injured trying to detain the incubus.

“I don’t make a habit of talking about my jobs,” Eskel says when he realizes that the chinless steward is waiting for some kind of reassurance.

“No.” The steward’s lip curls. “You don’t seem like much of a conversationalist.”

Eskel tries not to let that bother him. Even if he were a human, his broad shoulders and scarred face would lead to people making certain assumptions about him—that he’s unintelligent or illiterate. It’s something he should be used to by now.

They stop in the doorway to the incubus’s rooms and Eskel holds out his hand. “Half up front.”

“Ah,” the steward says and Eskel braces himself for a negotiation.

“It’s what we agreed on,” he reminds the man. “About twenty minutes ago.”

“His lordship has complete faith in your skills, witcher. Half up front doesn’t seem necessary, as you’re certain to be able to collect the full reward once the beast is dead.”

“It’s funny how that never seems to work out.” Eskel doesn’t withdraw his hand. “My coin, or I walk away and you can explain to the king why the monster that killed his niece’s betrothed is still alive.”

The man’s face turns an interesting shade of purple. “His lordship—”

“His lordship agreed to three hundred crowns, half up front, half after the job is done. I’ll be taking my payment.” When the man doesn’t hand over the coin, Eskel helpfully adds, “That’s one hundred and fifty crowns. You don’t seem like much of a mathematician.”

The steward makes a huffy little noise and hands over a coin purse. Eskel is tempted to stand there and count out the hundred and fifty crowns, but that would require far too much time in this man’s presence.

“Bring us the beast’s head when you’re finished,” the steward says. “We’ll need proof of death.”

“Of course.” Eskel pushes open the door to the bedchamber where the incubus is hiding. He would choose a creature’s company over this pompous windbag any day. There’s been some attempt to block the door with furniture—a chaise and a spindly little glass table—but he manages to blast them out of the way with Aard. He hears the steward make a sound of protest behind him as the glass table shatters on the flagstone floor, but Eskel lets the door close in the man’s face.

For a moment, Eskel takes stock of the space around him. He’s standing in a small but sumptuously furnished sitting area. There are no candles lit, so he gives his eyes a moment to adjust to the dark. The room stinks of blood and fear; the steward mentioned that the incubus was injured in a struggle with the guards. But neither the blood nor the fear smell like a monster’s; they smell human. Does the incubus have a hostage, maybe a servant that the baron wouldn’t have thought to mention? Eskel moves slowly towards the bedchamber. He only hears one rapid heartbeat inside.

When Eskel pushes the door of the bedchamber open, he’s braced for an attack. Instead, he finds a boy stretched out on an enormous four-poster bed. For an instant, he thinks that this was a victim of the incubus, possibly left behind. In the darkened room, he can make out a head of dark hair and cherubic features. It’s only when he casts Igni to light the candelabra so that he can clearly see his quarry.

In the flickering candlelight, he sees that the boy isn’t a boy at all. Long, curved horns like a ram’s protrude from under his dark hair. His long, leanly muscled frame looks human enough, except for the tail coiled next to him on the bloodstained ivory sheets. Like all incubi, he’s lovely with big blue eyes, a flawless complexion, and a full, pouty mouth. He’s naked except for a frilly white chemise and a pair of smallclothes. When Eskel glances at his feet, he sees that they’re normal human feet, not the cloven hooves of a true incubus. So he must be a hybrid, which would explain the human-smelling blood.

“Huh.” The incubus sits up to peer at Eskel. His forked tongue flicks over his lower lip in a nervous gesture. “When they told me they’d called a witcher, I thought they were bluffing. Lord Hendrick didn’t seem all that fond of non-humans.”

“Most people aren’t, when the non-human kills his son.” Eskel doesn’t move from his spot at the door. The incubus looks weakened, but he could be trying to lure Eskel into a false sense of security.

The incubus groans and sinks back down onto the pillows. “Is that what they’re telling you? That I’m a monster? If you want to kill a monster, I can give you the names of several more worthy of death than me. Valdo Marx, for one.”

Eskel shouldn’t allow this conversation to go any further. He should finish this, but he hasn’t even lifted his sword yet. “Is he another incubus?”

“No, he’s the troubadour of Cidaris. I may have ruined a few marriages, but I’ve never paired a purple velvet hat with an orange silk doublet.”

Eskel wonders if it’s the color combination or the fabric mixing that makes Valdo Marx monstrous, then wonders why the hell he’s still standing here. “The baron’s son has been missing ever since he was seen entering your room three nights ago.”

“Well, I would hope so. If anyone bothered to check, they would notice that one of the stablehands is missing too.”

“Confessing to two murders. An interesting strategy if you’re trying to talk me out of killing you.”

“I didn’t murder anyone! I didn’t even get to fuck Simon, once I realized that the only reason he was interested in me was because of my stunning resemblance to a certain stablehand. All I did was talk to him a bit, make him realize that he wasn’t even remotely interested in marrying that prissy little wannabe princess he was betrothed to. His inclinations lie elsewhere, if you get my meaning.”

“So you, an incubus, convinced a man to run away with his one true love the night before his wedding, instead of fucking him and feeding on him.”

“Yes!”

“First incubus I’ve ever met who was more interested in playing fairy godmother than fucking.”

“Have you ever met a fairy? I wouldn’t want any of them as a godmother.”

To his own surprise, Eskel chuckles. A smile flashes across the incubus’s face and the smell of terror diminishes slightly. Reminding himself why he’s here, Eskel squares his shoulders and pins the incubus with a no-nonsense look. “Why should I believe you?”

“Don’t you think I would have fled into the night if I killed a man? I talked to him until the wee hours of the morning, got myself off once he left since there was no one else to do it for me, rolled over and went to bed, and woke up to a pair of guards bursting into my bedchamber. I hadn’t fed in days, so I hadn’t kept my glamour up while I was asleep, so when they saw my horns and tail…”

The incubus’s calm demeanor is cracking the longer he talks; his words are becoming more rapid to the point of being unintelligible. When Eskel holds up a hand, he goes quiet.

“And that’s when you attacked the guards?” Eskel asks.

“I woke up to two men with swords dragging me out of bed. I defended myself. What would you have done?”

“One of them still hasn’t woken up.”

“He will.”

“You seem pretty sure about that.”

“I only touched him. I can’t kill with just a touch. I’m only a quarter incubus.”

Eskel takes a step closer to the bed and the smell of terror in the air sharpens. Eskel pauses. He hates the sour scent of human fear, especially when he’s the one causing it. Even when the source of the fear smell isn’t actually a human.

The incubus’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I’m not a monster.”

Eskel takes another step. He’s at the bedside now, within arm’s reach of the incubus. “No one thinks they are.”

“I’ve never hurt anyone, I swear. Please.”

Eskel has a warm room at an inn waiting for him. Scorpion is stabled there. If he doesn’t complete this contract, he’ll be forced to flee into the night. Lords don’t take it kindly when people refuse to do jobs for them.

“Please,” the incubus says again, and all bravado is gone. He looks very young and very human. “I have coin. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I don’t want your coin,” Eskel says.

The incubus’s tongue darts over his lower lip and he reaches out a shaking hand, pressing it against Eskel’s thigh. “I… I can make sparing me worth your while.”

Eskel instinctively recoils from the idea. “I don’t fuck people who are terrified of me.”

“Good. Excellent. Very noble of you.” The incubus takes a tremulous breath and closes his eyes. “Just make it fast, if it’s all the same to you. I’m a bit of a weenie about pain.”

Vesemir always said Eskel was too soft-hearted. With a grumbled curse, he sheaths his sword. “What’s your name?”

“Jaskier.”

Fuck, Eskel can’t kill someone who’s named after a flower. “You’re hurt. I can smell the blood.”

Jaskier hesitates, then turns over on his side so Eskel can see the back of his chemise is soaked with blood. There’s a long gash running parallel to his spine.

“Not too deep,” Eskel says. “You got lucky.”

“Yes, I feel terribly lucky.”

“You’re weakened, more than you should be from this minor a wound.”

Jaskier looks over his shoulder, meeting Eskel’s eyes. He’s still afraid—Eskel can hear his heart hammering—but his raw terror seems to have diminished. “Besides that guard, I haven’t fed in a week. And I haven’t had anything to eat or drink in three days.”

“Will you be able to walk?”

“Why?” Jaskier’s gaze holds a challenge. “Does Lord Henrick not want me slaughtered in his pretty guest chambers?”

“I’m not going to kill you. I slay monsters. You’re not a monster.”

Jaskier lets out a long breath. “Thank you. Gods, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me until I’ve gotten you out of here. Can you walk?”

“Ah.” Jaskier tries to sit up, but fails. “That’s going to be a problem.”

“You need to feed,” Eskel says flatly. Jaskier is pretty enough. He wouldn’t normally have an objection to falling into bed with him, but the incubus still smells like blood and fear, which isn’t an appealing combination.

“Well, yes.” Jaskier’s eyes flicker up and down, appraising Eskel. “If you’re offering, handsome.”

Eskel can feel heat creeping up his cheeks, which is just embarrassing. Witchers aren’t supposed to blush. “I’m not.”

“Why not, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I already told you, I don’t fuck people who are terrified of me.”

“I’m not terrified of you, I’m just terrified in general. In my defense, I’ve spent three days holed up in this room, convinced that I was either going to starve to death or be skewered by a witcher. I wasn’t expecting the witcher who showed up to kill me to be so wise or merciful. Never mind so handsome.” Jaskier flutters his eyelashes, which should look absurd on a grown man, but just draws attention to how nice those eyelashes are.

Eskel is getting a headache. Witchers aren’t supposed to get headaches. “Would a kiss give you enough strength to walk out of here on your own?”

Jaskier brightens. “We’ll never know unless we try, now will we?”

This is a bad idea, Eskel knows, even as the incubus turns over to face him. He can hear Vesemir, Geralt, and Lambert chorusing in his head, telling him that he’s a fucking idiot who deserves to get his soul sucked out. But Jaskier is looking up at him with big blue eyes and Eskel knows that he can’t leave him here to die. So he bends over Jaskier, with the absurd thought that this is like a prince kissing a cursed princess awake. It’s the kind of romantic notion that he would have had pre-Trials, before he realized that there was no such thing as heroes.

Jaskier surges up to press his lips against Eskel’s.

Eskel isn’t sure what he was expecting from a kiss with a sex demon, but he wasn’t expecting it to be oddly sweet. Jaskier’s lips are gentle as they move against Eskel’s and his hands come up to cup Eskel’s face. He shouldn’t taste as good as he does after being locked in this room for three days, but his lips taste smokey and honey sweet. Eskel’s breath hitches as the incubus’s thumb caresses the scarred flesh on his cheek. He can feel heat build in his gut as he deepens the kiss. The feeling of Jaskier’s forked tongue fluttering against his is strange, but not unpleasant. He starts to wonder how that tongue would feel in other places and forces himself to break the kiss.

Jaskier looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. He no longer smells like fear, but musky sweet arousal. If it weren’t on the blood still staining the sheets, Eskel would forget all about why they were here.

He clears his throat and takes a step back from the bed. “Was that enough?”

“Depends. If I say no, will you kiss me again?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

The incubus laughs, a warm, throaty sound, and stretches languidly. His chemise rides up, exposing a swath of pale skin and Eskel’s half-hard cock twitches with interest.

“Get dressed.” Eskel’s voice is hoarse. “We should get out of here, before Lord Henrick’s men realize there’s a problem.”

“And this was finally getting fun.”

“I think you might change your mind if the palace guards work up the nerve to storm this room.”

“Oh, but I’d have a witcher to protect me.”

Eskel finds a scarlet and gold doublet and matching breeches draped over the back of a chair and throws them at the incubus. “Come on, I’d rather not end up chained up in a dungeon.”

Jaskier winks. “I don’t mind being chained up in the right circumstances.”

Eskel just stares at him blankly.

Jaskier sighs, but pulls on his clothes. Eskel looks away while he dresses, a strange impulse, given the fact that he’s already seen most of the incubus that there is to see.

“I’m as decent as I’m going to be,” Jaskier says after a moment and Eskel looks around to see the incubus pulling on a pair of boots. His doublet is still hanging open. “Now, how are we going to get out of here?”

“You let me worry about that.” Eskel’s eyes flicker to the horns. “Anything you can do about those? They aren’t exactly subtle.”

Jaskier grins. “Now for that, I really will need another kiss.”

Eskel suspiciously eyes the incubus, who looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, but steps forward to press his mouth to Jaskier’s. Feeling Jaskier’s lips against his a second time is no less intoxicating than the first. He can feel his cock hardening in his breeches and is grateful to his codpiece for hiding it. As they kiss, he feels the tongue fluttering in his mouth become a normal human tongue. When Eskel forces himself to pull back, he finds a young human man standing in front of him, with only wavy brown hair on his head.

“Better?” Jaskier smiles cheekily.

Eskel swallows, hoping that the incubus doesn’t notice how off-kilter he is. He finds himself suppressing the urge to reach out and see if he could still feel the horns, even though he can’t see them. “Better.”

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[the-winter-witcher]

Oooooohhh as a dudely dude bro I have to ask you about the Sports!!! Are you excited for next season!!? Talk about the beautiful game!! It was a damn close one, lads*!!! Who do you think will lose!?? Geralt or Jaskier!? Gay Chicken is the game to end all other games!!!!!! There can only be one winner: U.S. Gays*!!!!🏆🏳️‍🌈🏆

Yoooo ok so I know fuck all about sport, however if I was a betting (wo)man my money would be on Jaskier losing the game first bc- and here me out- Geralt is one (1) stubborn dude bro who will NOT admit his feelings (whATs a fEeiLINg says the grumpy boi) and our boy Jask can't hold out forever

[lyubova17]

I got tagged by two of epic people @curls-cat and @devendrasbeard

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Well I’m ready if you all are

Password: Magic Mirror

But I’m Only Human

I Lost My Mind In Your Arms

Ever After

Lock and Key

You Keep Passing Me By

In My Head

Dear…

I tag these eight wonderful people: @morte-mistrata, @geogrewife, @averypottermarcholasmoth, @wolfgeralt, @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon, @dionysusbisexual, and @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher