#Geralt x Leshen

[churchofpossum]

This years valentines day card is more spring inspired and very self indulgent bcs Geralt x Leshy is one of my faves.

[cryptid-called-ash]

Witcher thoughts

Sorcerer Jaskier / Yennefer (version one)

Just after the mountain drama

jaskier get blinded by a bruxa on his way down the mountain.

So he decides fuck it he’s had enough with people for the next decade

He dyes his hair and becomes a pseudo- hermit, throwing himself into perfecting his magic

He starts going by Julian again

Yennefer hears about this mysterious sorcerer living in the mountains who helps the local village and goes to investigate

Lo and behold it’s jaskier

She shocked, confused, but not angry. She can’t bring herself to be. Not when he invites her into his cottage for tea

She very quickly becomes angry, but not at jaskier, no her fury is solely on geralt for leaving jask alone

Winter falls and jask asks yenn to stay with him

They start getting close and before they realize it, they’ve fallen in love

They decide to wed for real

Rip geralt he’s got two angry sorcerer newlyweds to deal with now

Witcher jaskier

Do y’all watch the Witcher George on YouTube? You should. Go watch the school of the leshen video! I’ll wait.

School of the leshen Jaskier.

His dad, Alfred, is also a Witcher of the same school, he had jask before undergoing the mutations.

A 22 year old newly minted Witcher Alfred is out on a contract in lettenhove and runs into the woman he had a one night stand with, and surprise, he’s a father.

She gives a rather neglected 5 year old Julian to his father.

Panicking about his new status as a father, he takes his son back to the elder keep and raises Julian as a Witcher.

 Julian has a surprising affinity for signs, Axii in particular, which he learned to incorporate into his voice. Earning him the nickname ‘siren in the wood’

{oc time} the Witcher Berek Ebonstone is roughy around Julian’s age and the two become quick friends. Even traveling together when they become full witchers

Jul gets sent to study at oxenfurt and bring new information back the the school, where he takes up his infamous persona of Jaskier the bard

Julian is out on a contract in Posada, having just completed it when he meets geralt.

Now Julian, ever the little shit, decides he wants to see what all the fuss over the white wolf is about.

Things play out as normal, albeit with jaskier always seems to have more coin when geralt comes back from a contract than when he left, there always seems to be one less contact too. He’s sure it’s nothing though.

It’s not until the infamous break up that things really change.

Jaskier seemingly drops off the face of the earth.

Berek and Julian are once again hunting together regularly, occasionally interacting with the other wolves but, blessedly, never running into geralt.

Julian knows his luck won’t hold, and he’ll have to face geralt eventually and tell him the truth. But he going to wait until he has no other choice.

[kuwdora]

Here's a chapter update for my story Transplanted Heart (Uprooted Remix). This is Eskel/Geralt and my remix of @brighteyedjill 's story The Heart Entire because I want to run everywhere with leshy Eskel. chapter 3 - the brothers in Brokilon After Geralt has recovered from his injuries from Thanedd, Eskel tries to rouse Geralt's spirits with an afternoon trip and shows him some dryad magic.

🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳

Eskel was no stranger in bearing witness to Geralt’s suffering, but that made it no less difficult to endure. Geralt was hooked up to the conynhaela vines and knitbone for over a month, healing the wounds he’d received on Thanedd.

There was little Eskel could do while Geralt twisted in alternating states of pain and misery, bound firmly to the bed of leaves and branches. So he spent the time telling Geralt about life in the forest. About the dryads and creatures he’d thought were extinct, and the strange dryadic magic he’d seen. He told his brother about his own long, painful recovery since the fire mage’s attack in Kaer Morhen that had nearly ended him.

As the weeks passed and Geralt’s body physically healed, his spirits remained shattered, even when freed of the vines. It broke a different part of Eskel’s heart that he hadn’t known existed. The pain and uncertainty and that remorse about losing Ciri was something the conynhaela could not purge from Geralt’s heart.

After two days of Geralt not speaking a single word, Eskel wracked his mind, searching for ways to rouse him, when he finally had a decent idea. He consulted with the dryad queen to ensure he wasn’t going to violate dryad norms by bringing Geralt to the spot he had in mind. Eskel then gained permission from Aglaïs who had overseen Geralt’s care and assured Eskel that Geralt was healthy enough for travel.

“Where are we going?” Geralt asked when Eskel cajoled him to his feet.

“C’mon,” Eskel said and unfurled some of his branches so he could gently scoop Geralt into his arms.

Geralt was ambulatory but it was going to be quite a trip, and Eskel didn’t want to stress Geralt’s leg, so Eskel rigged up a sling in his branches, carefully binding Geralt’s elbow and knee and tucking him close to his body.

Eskel made their way through the forest for over an hour until he reached a small pond surrounded by yew and hickory, its thick canopy of branches sheltering the ground. It had been an interesting discovery some months prior, and Eskel was glad to have the chance to share it with Geralt.

He helped Geralt out of the sling and Geralt hobbled over to an overturned log, sitting down with a heavy grunt. “Pretty,” Geralt murmured, looking around.

“I want to show you something I’ve learned since I got here,” Eskel said. He plucked a few leaves from one of his own branches and popped them into his mouth, chewing slowly and focused on the silent incantation in his mind. It was a process that helped kickstart the transformation deep inside his limbs, preparing his body for blood and circulation.

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[bigfan-fanfic]

Quiet on the Path (Male!Witcher x Jaskier)

Hello! can i request a jaskier x witcher male reader?

tw injury mention

"Is he... going to keep following us?"

The bard had dared to hope that Geralt was an outlier when it came to general chattiness among witchers, but apparently he was among the more talky of the breed.

Being nearly speared through the gut by the branches of a leshen had not improved Geralt's dour demeanor. Luckily Geralt was aware they were skirting the general territory of another witcher.

He had not spoken a single word, this other witcher. At first Jaskier assumed they spoke in magic ways, but soon realized the signs they used were not the typical Witcher signs.

Jaskier had found himself thrown bodily from the little cabin this witcher had resided in while he healed Geralt with concoctions and herbal remedies.

Jaskier never thought he'd miss Geralt's gruff and blunt stoicism, but it was better than completely being stonewalled.

In any case, they had left when Geralt was well enough to travel, although he had spotted the silent witcher following them.

"He's an old nanny goat, worse than Vesemir." Geralt rolled his eyes. "He didn't think I was better enough to ride yet. He'll follow us for another fortnight, at least."

"First off, only you could try and make such a giant of a man seem less intimidating by calling him a nanny goat. Second, how in the living hell did you get all that? He hasn't said a word since we arrived!"

Geralt's face bordered on disappointment, and Jaskier felt an unfamiliar twinge of shame. "I thought a bard would be the first to know that words are only one way to communicate ideas."

That week is the most frustrating of Jaskier's life. There are no words spoken, but the conversation, for once, is one that the bard cannot follow. Geralt and his silent companion move their hands almost too quickly to be seen, clearly using a language of signs that Jaskier cannot hope to decipher.

Geralt is more animated than ever, laughing his deep raspy laugh and leaning back in contentment, and Jaskier practically growls at not having the secret of how to get Geralt in this mood revealed to him.

He keeps attempting to catch the silent witcher off guard, to trick him into speaking. He knows he's not deaf, because there was a smirk when he asked a whispered question to Geralt, asking if this witcher was one of his brothers.

But nothing happens, not until Geralt has gone off hunting, and the silent one is left alone with Jaskier as they make camp.

Jaskier can barely abide silence, so he talks as much as he can. He asks questions but doesn't even leave space for answers.

To be honest, it sounds almost as if he's on the verge of a panic attack by the time the witcher's massive hand clamps over his mouth, stifling the flow of words.

"Are you done?" the witcher smirks, and Jaskier shudders at the sound of the voice.

He nods, unable to get any words out.

"I tend not to speak. I use my hands instead. But your... interest. It is... intriguing."

When Geralt returns to camp after the hunt, he's not entirely surprised to find Jaskier pinned down flat as the witcher kisses him.

"Well, that's one way to shut him up." Geralt laughs. The witcher sits up, still straddling Jaskier, placing a hand back over the bard's mouth despite a protest.

I like him. I'm keeping him. he signed.

Geralt only chuckled.

[kerasines]

THE WITCHER 3: EXTREME RAREPAIR EDITION (1/12)

Geralt/Leshen — At the heart of the forest lies a secret. In a place born of darkness and primeval nature, resides a mighty and terrifying guardian, fierce, and cunning, and capable of ancient magic... Of course, Geralt will go and find a way to come to a mutually beneficial agreement.

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[islenthatur]

The day started off as any other day, he wakes up to Geralt breaking down the camp, the twisting of his lips as Jaskier bemoans the injustice of not getting to sleep in all the while he wakes to help pack down the rest of the camp.

Breakfast was a cold affair of dried jerky and apple slices,  which Jaskier shared with Roach.

All in all, it was a good day... till...

"Come to Kaer Morhen with me." Geralt asked with the bluntness of a chair to the face.

His heart hammered painfully in his chest as he spun and faced the Witcher, fear slowly climbing to form a lump in his throat that he hurried to squish... though, from the look on Geralt's face, he knew that wasn't done fast enough.

"Jas?" The hesitance in that call of his name hurt them both.

"I can't," Jaskier rasped out finally after a short while.

Kaer Morhen was guarded, well and truly, monsters like he were not welcome there without suffering a certain Fate and though he and Geralt travelled, loved silently and knew the truth... Jaskier could not go to the Witcher keep without putting Geralt stuck between keeping him safe or harming his family.

Swallowing Jaskier looked down away from his Witcher's eyes.  "You know I cannot."

After all, Leshen were never welcomed within the halls of a Witcher keep alive... no matter if they wore a mortal skin.

[brothebro]

Just sayin that Leshkel deserves a Leshy boyfriend

(so why not make it Jaskel? )

[dapandapod]

I have gotten my hands on a tablet and you really shouldn’t let me goof around until 2.30am

[partialresonance]

I just absolutely love leshens, they’re my favorite monster, they’re so very cool and I want to write a leshen!Jaskier fic but I don’t know how

[churchofpossum]

Geralt and his Leshy boyfriend.

I did post the card before, I know, but since it's valentine's day and i don't have anything else to post bcs of work here's the pic with the tentacly alt version. Happy chocolate eating day!

(There is a nsfw continuation of this up for supporters as well, just some (not so gentle) plant dicking XD)

[kuwdora]

[fic]: Driftwood (The Witcher, Eskel/Geralt)

Driftwood

Geralt/Leshen Eskel

canonical divergence/alive Eskel, Leshen Eskel, crack treated seriously, slice of life ~3k, rated T

Geralt meets Eskel for an afternoon on the lake. 🌳🛶 

“Come on,” Eskel said, nudging him away and pointing in the direction of the lake.

“Are we going for a swim?” Geralt asked.

“Something better,” Eskel said and grinned, nudging Geralt by the shoulders with several vines until he turned around.

As they walked, Geralt watched Eskel detangle some branches, revealing several packs that had been strapped to the branches and deftly hidden away inside the braiding.

“Have you figured out how much you can actually carry?” Geralt asked.

“I could carry your sorry ass and all your supplies back to Kaer Morhen without breaking a sweat,” Eskel replied with a grin.

“You don’t sweat anymore,” Geralt pointed out and Eskel laughed.

“Got me there,” Eskel said.

Once they were at the lake Eskel began depositing what looked like his crossbow and two quivers of bolts, a set of throwing knives, and several unmarked bags, including one that smelled like an apothecary. He also laid down a large sword in its sheath. Eskel had become weapon enough not to need such things, but Geralt understood his need to hold on to some of the skills he had relied upon before his transformation.

One bundle Eskel treated more delicately than the others, his vines deftly loosening the knot around the bag and removing the contents with a care Geralt had usually seen reserved to the way Lambert treated his bombs. Geralt blinked in surprise when he saw what the bag’s contents were.

“…Are you carrying a little garden around with you?” Geralt asked, bending to look at the set of ceramic pots filled with soil that had been lashed together with a tendril Eskel must have snapped off himself and fastened to the pots before it desiccated.

Eskel chuckled a little uncomfortably “It’s kind of an experiment. Unfortunately this is the third time I’ve tried to get these seeds to germinate. I can’t overwater the seeds, so I don’t dare take them with us, and they could use some afternoon sun while we’re on the water,” Eskel said. Then he dug another small burlap sack out of himself and held it out to Geralt.

Geralt took it. When he looked inside, he found it held a few pieces of bread and smoked boar meat, a jar of preserves, and a surprising amount of beer.

“Where’d you get the alcohol?” Geralt asked.

“Oh,” Eskel said and laughed. “There’s a small village—very small. No more than four families I encountered when I was tracking a chort through their backyard. I killed the chort, and they were grateful. They call me The Drinking Tree in that area now, and leave out offerings for me.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like quite a story.”

“I’ll catch you up. But first: take off your clothes. I can’t guarantee this’ll be a dry ride,” Eskel said.

Geralt wasn’t sure what that meant, but he took off his clothes without question. By the time he was done removing his socks and braies, Eskel had unfurled all of his branches like he was a sail, and the vines and tendrils seemed to have quadrupled since Geralt had looked away. Eskel began walking into the lake as his myriad limbs began weaving themselves together. Several branches remained free of the weave and were half-extended down his back. Geralt knew if Eskel wanted, he could extend them and pull Geralt along without even looking.

“What are you waiting for?” Eskel asked, turning around in the water that was now up to his waist. Some of the ivy began to float on the surface of the water. With his branches spread out, Eskel was an impressive sight.

“I thought you said we weren’t swimming,” Geralt said.

“You’re not swimming,” Eskel said. He grinned.

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[witcher-and-his-bard]

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

I was tagged by @jackironsides 💖 ty, let's hope this gets some of our wips finished!

tagging: @julek @greyduckgreygoose @curls-cat @rebrandedbard @kueble @flowercrown-bard 6 is close to 29 yeah?

Some of these will be familiar (sorry). Please ask about anything you might be interested in and I might even work on it 😅

Cat !Jask

Prince Jaskier

Remember Me I Sing

Surrogate Jask

When I Was

Bi Jask dumb 5+1

Dragon Geralt

New Year's au

Party Fuck

Public Fuck

Sleep Talk

Smth Smth Lingerie

Soft Names

Unwanted tk2

Worried Geralt

IDK Eskel

Prostitue

5+1 GEJ

Everyone But Jas

Weird Heat Fic

Run In GEJ

Geralt Eskel Lambert 5+1

Somewhere In The Heart of Me

Ves POV

White Orchard

Stranded -- jessica

Lambert x ghost!Aiden

Leshen - Stuck In A Wall

Cuddling 30 Geraskier for Kat

[solarwindswriting]

Dandelions and Bilberries p.1

Part 2 // Part 3

Pairing: Jaskier x FemaleWitcher!Reader

Word Count: 1050

Summary: Taking place after the events of  Rare Species, Jaskier grapples with the fact Geralt wants nothing to do with him and gets lost in the woods at the base of the mountain. A beautiful woman finds him.

A/N: I wrote this early last year and originally posted it to my main blog, SolarwindsCosplay. I thought I should consolidate and just post it here.

Jaskier had started his walk back down the mountain alone. His nose was sniffly and his feet dragged behind him as he walked. First, he was left behind by his travel companion, Geralt, at the camp earlier that day. Then, he ran the rest of the way up. Why he felt the need to get there quickly, was beyond him; he couldn’t help a fight in any meaningful way, especially after exerting so much energy to reach them. Lastly, after following Geralt all this way, Jaskier gets an earful and is told to never see Geralt again.

The one thing Jaskier really cared about these last 22 years was Geralt. At first, it was selfish for him. He saw money, he saw fame, he saw beautiful people. And for a while, that’s what it was. But as time went on, that changed. Jaskier had nothing last as long as the companionship from Geralt had.

Jaskier hadn’t noticed he had stopped walking until he heard the soft sound of the flowing stream near his feet. He now sat on a pale rock, lute cradled in his arms, quietly crying to himself. Sure, Geralt has told him to fuck off before, but not like this. This time, he was serious and that broke Jaskier’s heart.

Jaskier was so absorbed in his own mind, he hadn’t noticed the woman watching him from a few trees away. She wasn’t hiding, back against the old, green bark tree.

“These woods aren’t safe to travel in alone,” her voice was soft but commanding.

The sad bard jumped up from sitting, wiping his eyes with one hand and holding out his lute like a sword with the other. “Who are you? Why are you in the woods if they’re so dangerous?”

“Because I’m the one they think dangerous,” she hums, a smile pulling at her lips as she steps forward off the tree. “Pray tell, how does a crimson bard find themselves lost in the woods?”

“I- I can assure you that I am not lost.” Jaskier voice wavered as he stepped backward away from the woman.

“Oh, my mistake then. What is the nearest town?” She raised her eyebrows in curiosity. Why would a man lie about something so obvious?

Jaskier stayed quiet as he looked around the trees, he knew not where he was.

“Follow me and I’ll show you towards town,” she spoke as she turned around. “I must go into town for food anyways.”

Jaskier did not follow, instead, he observed. He observed how her dress flowed like water as she turned, how it shifted from blue to orange, and how she leads with her head as she walks. He noticed the two meticulously laid braids in her ashe white hair that transitioned to black towards the tips and billowed out into two curly balls at the base of her neck. He wouldn’t describe her as portly, but she didn’t appear to be yearning for food. He also noticed how she was seemingly barefoot.

“Come now, Dandelion. You never know if a Leshen is prowling,” she called over his shoulder.

That’s when something clicks in Jaskier’s mind. A perfect subject for a song. His back straightens and he clears his throat, “now, how am I to follow a fair maiden without ever knowing her name?”

“Many call me Borówka.”

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Jaskier stopped his singing to ask the thing that had been bugging him, “Borowka? How’d you get a name like that?” 

“How’d a Witcher get the name ‘White Wolf’? And is that the only song you know?”

The two had been walking for about 30 minutes, most of it just Jaskier singing.

“We will stop by my home before town. We will move faster on horseback.” She spoke, as a small cottage in the woods came into view.

“Oh, a horse? Only one? Didn’t your mother tell you what it means to share a horse with a man?” She could see the smirk grow on his face without having to look at him.

“I don’t have a mother.” She said matter a fact.

She walks around the back of the cottage to a small single horse stable. A grey horse with a white mane neighs as you approach and a genuine smile comes to your face. “Hello, Nettle. Ready to head into town?”

She turns around to the bard with a sigh, “I’m going to grab a few things from inside, don’t go running off.”

Jaskier watched as she disappeared into a side door of the cottage. “She is quite beautiful, is she not?” He wistfully spoke reaching up to pet the horse. “What kind of song should I write about her? Perhaps a love song, or a ballad? Oh, maybe a lullaby, one that warns men, women, and children of the seemingly kind siren the lures you into her soft embrace?”

A few minutes pass and Jaskier begins to think y/n isn’t coming out of the house. He walks to the door and raised his hand to knock when the door opens. Before him was the same woman, but instead of the water-like dress, she wore studded leather armor with a steel necklace of a unicorn, a sling with two familiar swords lay across her back, and a pack in her hand. She moves past the bard, towards her horse. She begins putting the saddle blanket and saddle on her stead.

“W-wait a moment. Where did you get swords like that?” Jaskier turned around towards the woman pointing at the swords on her back.

“From my teacher. Now, are you going to hitch a ride on my horse, or are you going to walk to town?” She huffed, climbing onto her horse.

“You’re a Witcher!” Jaskier exclaimed. “Wait, a woman can’t be a Witcher.”

“Yes, they can. But you need a mage to assist during the transition.” She reaches her hand out to help him onto the horse.

Jaskier approaches the newfound Witcher, taking her hand and hoisting himself onto the back of the horse. “Why has Geralt never mentioned you?”

“Has Geralt ever mentioned another Witcher? There aren’t many of us left. Besides, the two of us aren’t on particularly good terms. Now, do you know any other songs?”

Jaskier smiled to himself, he lost one Witcher only to find another.

[hardkinkbardkink]

big fat masterlist

since my tags are so bad, and since a few of yous asked for it, here’s a list of all the posts on this blog for your reading convenience x

jaskier milking geralt for payment & for fun

figurative puppy geralt pissing his pants like a bad boy

closeted wolf fucker jaskier

local bard can’t wee in front of people, gets a piss kink instead

tarzan au except with more wolves

area man can’t get laid, discovers Humping™

the gang does a gangbang

small cock appreciation: jaskier edition

geralt milking jaskier for a potion & for fun

small cock appreciation: geralt edition

boot worship with no foot fetish cos i Respect Myself

small cock appreciation: collector’s edition (feat. vague incubus magic mechanics)

actual daddy geralt & his don’t-ask-how-it-happened son

out & proud dog fucker jaskier (with the help of some Magic™)

local hunky himbo confused why art students want to fuck him, more news at 7

eskel deserves the world but the world doesn’t deserve him

man overdoses his boyfriend on viagra, “oops”, he says upon questioning

i don’t know what a threadcount is but pissing your breeches would probably ruin it

that’s Definitely how leshens work (feat. more wolf fucking)

fuck or die curse but Spicy

non-con somnophilia but who is it non-con for?? send in your answers now (feat. bad axii etiquette)

area man just wants some fucking peace, thinks cock cages are the way to go

uno reverse card with witcher jaskier & his New Teaching Methods

it’s not drugs, it’s for my Genuine Medical Problem

the one fic that finally crossed the line of tumblr decency

[artistsfuneral]

Sad Mind

this is for anon ♥️, who requested a story with the prompts 56. „I will always love you.“ and 11. „What's wrong?“ - it turned into a vent fic :x I hope you still like it even though it’s sad  ♥️♥️♥️

Eskel/Jaskier, established relationship, big sad, good ending, hurt/comfort, talking about depression, love declarations, many cuddles, Eskel loves Jaskier so so much, but read with your own health in mind pls!, ao3 link in the comments

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Eskel makes good time with his contract.  What he had thought to be a leshen of all things, had turned out to be a pack of breeding wargs. While any monster in season is a challenge, wargs are something Eskel is used to since he was but a boy. It's eight of them, dispersal wargs that were looking for a new pack, all fairly young and green about their fighting. Eskel comes back into town with nothing but a few scratches that are already healing. He considers for a moment, to tell the townsfolk about their error, but then he remembers that he is not Geralt and doesn't have a savior complex bigger than Cintra. So he accepts the coin with a grim face and makes his way back to the inn, where Jaskier promised to wait for him.

It's this very combination of circumstances that make Eskel arrive in their room to the bitter smell of sadness and the salty hint of tears in the air. He doesn't knock, before opening the door, to worried about his bard. “Jaskier?” He asks into the open room, undoing the strap of his swords. Unsure what to do, like so often, when it comes to the human, he can all but stare at the other man. Jaskier is sitting on the floor of their room with his back to Eskel and his arms wrapped around his pulled up legs. It's obvious that he's crying and yet, Jaskier quickly rubs at his cheeks, trying to hide away his tear stains. “Eskel,” he stutters, giving his best and failing to regain his composure, “you're back early.”

Eskel slowly sits down on the floor behind him, not touching the bard or asking him to turn around. He knows well enough that somethings are easier said if you don't have to look anyone in the eyes. “What's wrong?”

Somehow that question makes Jaskier cry again.

“It's nothing,” he manages to choke out and Eskel sighs. “Jaskier,” his voice is steady despite his inner turmoil, “please don't lie to me. I'm here for you, no matter what.” The bard hiccups and hides his face in his hands, shoulders shaking in quiet tremors. “It's stupid,” he sobs and Eskel gently places a hand between his quivering shoulder blades. “It's not stupid, if it has you crying.”

“But it is!” Jaskier raises his voice and turns around, suddenly sounding angry. “I'm crying over something really stupid that happened years ago, okay?! It has absolutely no impact on my life and it's nothing I can change anymore, but every time I drop I think about one of these stupid things and I just-” He chokes on his words and falls into Eskel's arms, buries his head in the witcher's wide shoulders. Dutifully Eskel wraps his arms around Jaskier and holds him tightly. There are many possible answers going through his head. He wants to tell Jaskier that he's safe, that he's not stupid, that he's allowed to cry and that he's ready to do anything to make Jaskier feel better. Instead he holds on even tighter, slowly rocks Jaskier back and forth and presses soft kisses on top of his hair and against his temples.

It takes a while for Jaskier to calm down enough to stop crying and even then, Eskel doesn't let go. “What'S wrong?” he asks again, careful no to sound impatient or pressing. He watches as Jaskier leans back and uses the corner of his sleeves to get rid of any last tears and snot in his face. “It's- It's nothing specific, really. Just- I try my best to stay strong, but it's just a lot sometimes. I know I'm not normal, something is wrong with my mind, but I can ignore it for a long time. Sometimes though, I will just... drop.”

“You said that before; drop. What does that mean?”

Jaskier lets out a shaky breath, searching for the right words. “I- I get sad. Really sad and I start questioning things I did and should have done better. It's like I'm suddenly aware of all of my small mistakes, no matter how insignificant they may be and that drags me down. Sometimes it's only for a few hours, sometimes that feeling can stay for days. I will over-think everything and my mind will run in cycles and there's- a hundred things I think about at once, so many things I could have done better and so many things I still have to do, but I keep pushing and pushing away, because they seem so big and-” He stops, takes another breath and bites his lips for a moment. When I drop, it makes me... feel stupid, irrelevant, sometimes worthless.” He shrugs helplessly, staring at his fingers. “Sad.”

“Oh,” Eskel breathes out, stunned for a moment. Jaskier pulls back and Eskel lets him, figuring the bard wants his space after opening up and making himself so vulnerable in front of him. “I'm sorry,” he whispers instead and Eskel realizes his mistake. “If you- if you don't want to be with me anymore I understand. I know I can be a lot and-” Eskel doesn't let him finish that thought. “No! No, Jaskier, gods above, no!” He pulls the human back into his arms, suddenly scared that he could vanish.

“Jaskier, no. I love you, I will always love you, no matter what. You are not too much for me, I will never have enough of you. I love you.” With no tears left to flow, Jaskier can only let out a dry sob as he clings to Eskel like a lifeline. “I love you too,” he whimpers into Eskel's shoulders.

“You're not alone, Jaskier,” he promises then. “I have known many people, even witchers, who experienced similar thoughts. Back in Kaer Morhen, we called your drops 'intrusive thoughts' and I know that the Griffin's had a similar word for them.”

Jaskier is quiet for a while and when he speaks again his voice sounds small, “Can you make them stop?” It breaks Eskel's heart to see the bard like this and he can't help but press another soft kiss to his temple. “No, I'm sorry. But I can be there for you, every time you drop. Whenever you need me, no matter how stupid or irrelevant you think it is, I can be there until it goes away.”

Jaskier shuddered and nodded against Eskel's chest. “Please.”

Like so many times before, Eskel is confronted with a battle he doesn't know the outcome of, but he looks at the bard in his arms, the man he loves and that brings him so much joy every day and he knows immediately that he is willing to fight for Jaskier for forever. He loves him, there is no questioning that, because in his eyes Jaskier is greatest person he has ever met and maybe the bard will never be able to see himself like that, but Eskel promises himself that he will do everything to make sure the bard knows about it.

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On how to be deadly || Geralt of Rivia || part I

A/N: Hey! I finally, kind of, did it! xD Based on lot of things, the Netflix series, the books and the games. Just so I can do background check. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in the future chapters. P.S. the tittle might change, not sure about this one atm.

Word count: 1k+

Summary: Axelia is Witcher experiment herself and has gone through same harsh Trials as Geralt, but she wasn’t so lucky with the outcome. Her vision didn’t become better. Therefore, she was rendered blind in the end. And because of that, she solely uses her Witcher senses to make her ways. Only potions can give her false sense of sight for limited time.Somewhere along the way she meets the Rivian. Who’s interested to know how she’s been killing monsters and hasn’t been killed herself yet.

Warnings: Nothing. Not for the first chapter.

part I || part II || part III || part IV || part V || part VI || part VII || part VIII || part IX || part X || part XI || part XII || part XIII | Epilogue

Everyone had heard about Geralt of Rivia. About Witchers and their wickedly good senses. The ways they fought monsters. About the ruins of Kaer Morhen huddled against the stone precipices- the partially demolished trapezium of the defensive wall, the remains of the barbican and gate, the thick, blunt column of the donjon.

The ruins that once stood tall and intimidating. Where in older times, witchers trained and underwent mutations. And to become one, you had to go through several gruelling stages or the witcher trials. First there is The Choice, which involves dietary changes and immense physical training.

Then there is the Trial of the Grasses, in which the young soon to be witchers, if lucky, consumed various alchemical ingredients which affected the nervous system. The Trial of the Dreams involves mutation of the eyes, bone marrow and hormones. And the Trial of the Mountains. Sometimes these processes where were enchanted from time to time, as a test of new elixirs and mutagens. Typically, this meant even more pain, vomit, or worse. Geralt emerged from these experiments with a lifetime of foul memories and the loss of pigment in his hair.

The Trial of Grasses was designed to work on boys and men, because women have different hormonal composition than men. Therefore, they were required to do new research. That’s why a girl from the same kingdom where the school was located, had been delivered on the doorstep of Kaer Morhen. As a test subject. It is known pretty well that females how lower survival chances when it comes to the Trials of Grasses.

Through screams, pain, vomit and shit, Axelia of Kaedwen managed to survive the Trials. But unlike any other witcher before her, she wasn’t so lucky when it came to obtaining cat like vision. In the end all that it led to was a blind witcheress.

Most of her life she lived in the witcher school. Unsure where such hexer could be of use.

It had turned into a gloomy day. The sun couldn’t be seen no where near the sky. It was the most ashen weather. But at the same time, it was dry, didn’t feel humid. Her head was bent down, as if she was carefully looking down where she was placing her feet. One in front of the other. But the black till like material type of blindfold was across her eyes. What point of the eyes if you don’t see? She was walking through a field filled with dry, white-ish grass, that somehow resembled her white hair. Her right palm was constantly dragging atop of the tall grass, as if she was feeling her surroundings. At the edge of the field stood pine trees. At start they seemed placed randomly, far from each other, but the more one stared, the thicker and deeper they went, turning into black endless mush. Wind blew peacefully, gently moving the ends of her hair and moving grass all around. As if someone had told her to stand still, girl abruptly stopped at the edge of the woods. With exhale she lifted her hands and untied the transparent blindfold and secured it at her hip. Looking in to the deepness of the trees, a gust of wind blew her hair behind her, deep growling sound coming from somewhere deep with-in. Reaching for a Cat potion at her belt, she took a swing and shivered. Her milky eyes gaining only cat-like black slits. She looked behind herself, where she had come from. Nothing but fields of grass and hills and mountains in the distance. Little to the left was small grove and behind that was hidden small village, only smoke from the chimneys could be seen above the trees. Turning back to the dark forest in front of her Axelia stretched her left hand to the closest tree. Her fingertips expertly scanning over the bark and caught on the ridges that were left there.

“Bear. Or wildcat. Wouldn’t leave marks like theses with-out a reason. Nor as deep.”  She whispered to herself. Remembering what villagers had said to her: that lone wanderers had been lost, never coming back and a lot of dead dears around. Rolling her neck, she reached for the silver blade on her back and with wicked smirk on her lips she walked into the dark forest.

What she didn’t know that while standing at that field, was the fact that she wasn’t the only witcher in the village.

One problem with the same monster, two people willing to pay to get rid of it.

As Geralt was about to step inside of the forest, leaving Roach in the field where she with-out worry fed on the grass, he was hit with a familiar smell, that he couldn’t pin point at the moment. Velvet rose and sandalwood. And the deeper he went into the woods, the strong the smell got. And it was accompanied with sound sword cutting through flesh, screams and groans and yells and hisses. With his silver sword in his hands he slowly made his way towards the source of the sound.

With an agonizing scream which didn’t sound human like, silence took over the dark forest. Now only using smell as his guide, Geralt made his way towards the war zone.

Finding now dead leshen. A woodland spirit that only lives to kill. The one that was responsible for the dead wanderers in the woods. Some fire was still flaming in the patches of grass and branches, which indicated the use of Igni. Everything of its body seemed to be laying somewhere around. There was one hand, there was a leg. But the deer scull head with antlers seemed to be missing.

“Here to steal my coin.” A female voice said behind the witcher. But he had felt her approach her before she had even opened her mouth. With elegant spin, Geralt had grabbed her sword that had been pointed at his back and turning both of the around, held its sharp edge against her throat.

And suddenly that smell of velvet rose and sandalwood seemed stronger than ever.

“Axelia of Kaedwen.” He stated, his brows furrowed. Her being the last person  he thought that could be here.

“Geralt of Rivia.” Axelia gritted through her teeth and elbowed witcher in the ribs.

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part I || part II || part III || part IV || part V || part VI || part VII || part VIII || part IX || part X || part XI || part XII || part XIII | Epilogue

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