#it's more a/b/o geraskier

[eggcompany]

Yeah I'm writing MORE of what no one wants/asked for

CAUSE I WRITE FOR MYSELF

[achillvs]

omegaverse can be an incredibly insightful commentary about social dynamics of class, gender, health status and others, it can be a tale of romantic and sexual nuance and complexities, an exploration of what bonds mean - familial, romantic, platonic; of external and internal expectations, etc etc.

and omegaverse very often can be just some alpha rescuing an abused omega and the omega's kid ships them really hard and really bluntly and the alpha adopts the kid and slowly realises the found family is all they ever wanted in their dangerous life and they all live happily ever after.

and i love them all equally.

[hegorys]

Geraskier fic idea #2

What if in a universe a/b/o the witcher, the witchers were just alphas and considered sterile because they can't get pregnant people they have sex with, be they female betas, female omegas or male omegas, but some group of wizards can transform omegas in witchers and can these omega witchers get pregnant by alpha witchers? And their children are born witchers and don't have to go through all the torture that their parents had to go through to become witchers?

In this universe, the group of wizards who manage to transform omegas into witchers are not necessarily bad, they are people who reached a point where they asked themselves "instead of going through the whole process of experimenting with thousands of alpha children to get just one small percentage of alpha witcher children, since out of every 10 only 3 have a chance of surviving the transformation process, why don't we try to resolve the issue of reproduction of alpha witchers?", because if witchers could reproduce and the children were already born witchers, there would be more witchers to deal with the monsters on the continent, they would not need to go hunting alone and the chances of dying on the way decrease

Of course, the omegas that go through the transformation process are aware that if they choose to go through the process they have a high chance of dying, however, in an a/b/o universe the omegas usually suffer a lot, including suffering at the hands of alpha humans for being considered weak, a low caste in the pyramid, and risking becoming stronger and having a freer life with a chance of finding a good alpha (here alpha witchers are decent and loyal people ok, hahahaha), they would definitely choose the second option, at least I think so, ahahahah

Jaskier chooses to become an omega witcher, meets Geralt on a hunt and they both click "oh my loki I want to climb that grumpy alpha" and "holy loki look at that male omega beauty is flexible, I want him to carry my cubs ", of course, for that kind of thought to happen I think they would have to be virgins, I've never seen Geralt a virgin in any fic, hahahaha

[persimmontartkisses]

I just wanna say a thing about rarepairs real quick. I enjoy some rarepairs. I don't typically seek them out, just happen upon them and think "huh, kinda liked that."

A notable one for me would be Eskel x Priscilla from The Witcher 3. I think I first saw them put together in a A/B/O regency AU geraskier fic (saying all that out loud would 100% give me brain rot), and at first I thought it made very little sense, but I came to love it (thank goodness cause they took up almost as much screen time as the main pairing). The characterization of them was so sweet, and I thought their personalities vibed.

I've only stumbled upon this ship in one or two other fics, and never as the main pair due to my tag filtering, but I appreciate it when I see it. If I was really hungry for more content relating to that ship, I would write it myself. Sometimes you have to push your own limits of creativity to bring the things you enjoy to life, especially if they're really niche.

[27dragons]

New Year Countdown: Dec 17

The prompt word barely made it into today's ficlet because I got a concept and spent more time chasing it down than figuring out how to fit the prompt, lol. Anyway, have some A/B/O Geraskier!

Dec 17 - Geraskier - A/B/O AU - Holly/Greenery

There was both freedom and heartbreak in being one of the rarest of the rare, a male omega, unable to either sire or bear children. Julian spent his early years almost entirely forgotten by his parents, a tiny ghost that fluttered in through the Lettenhove estate, often quietly singing or humming but never when his parents were nearby.

When his sisters arrived, proper beta and omega girls who could be bartered as wives to those with power or money or both, Julian snuck into the schoolroom like a shadow to absorb their lessons. A farmer, taking pity on the lad, taught him to carve a simple herdsman’s flute out of a branch of holly. He spent the better part of a month squashed into a small corner of a tavern watching the bards for hours on end, until he’d learned how to play a lute.

It was a pity, the servants whispered. The boy was intelligent and quick-witted, almost ridiculously charming -- if only he’d been a beta, he’d have a bright future ahead of him.

He was almost seventeen when his oldest sister bore her new husband a son, an alpha. A week later, he was summoned to his father’s study. He was surprised, because he hadn’t been aware that his father even remembered he existed.

“You’re a problem,” the Earl said, not unkindly. “Can’t carry on the line, but you can’t be skipped over, either, because the law was written in a time when your sort were sacrificed to the gods or left out for the wolves. So you’ll inherit, but after you, the title will pass to your nephew.”

“Yes sir,” Julian agreed, fidgeting nervously with the holly-wood flute that he always carried with him, now. He’d known the line of succession for years.

“So it will be better if you abdicate now and let it pass directly to the boy. If you agree, I’ll permit you to retain the title of Viscount and the family name, and you will be issued a modest allowance. It would be best if you left, so as not to cause any confusion.”

Julian wouldn’t have thought he harbored any fond feeling for Lettenhove, but the thought of leaving it, probably forever, filled him with dread. He opened his mouth to ask for time to consider it -- and then his father pushed a sheet of thick, creamy paper across the desk toward him. “Sign it,” the Earl told him firmly. “The servants are packing your things now.”

The document declared him unfit and stated that he abdicated in favor of his nephew. The ink of his nephew’s name was a subtly different shade than the rest of it. This had been planned for some time, he realized, and only waiting on his sister to produce the necessary heir. Numb, he signed it.

The Earl countersigned the document, and then dropped a purse on the desk, in the spot where the document had been. It was heavy enough, Julian supposed, to be the down payment for an earl’s title.

The first thing he did, after leaving Lettenhove, was enroll at Oxenfurt under the assumed name of Jaskier. The second thing he did was to have a holly leaf embroidered over the Lettenhove crest on all his clothes.

*

“He died a couple of years ago,” Jaskier said, eyes fixed on the fire. “I only found out last month.”

They were silent for a moment, and the Jaskier shook himself free of the fire’s trance and took another mouthful of his wine. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It matters,” Geralt said, the first thing he’d said all evening. “He was a bastard.”

Jaskier laughed, a dry bark that rasped at his throat. “Not at all. There are whole books of his lineage in the Lettenhove library.”

“He was a bastard,” Geralt reiterated, lip lifting in a sneer that revealed the sharp alpha canines that Jaskier had fantasized about for years. “How many men die without leaving an heir, for one reason or another? He didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, but then I’d have got my omega cooties all of his precious title,” Jaskier pointed out, and swigged back the last of his wine. “Anyway, it’s fine. It’s for the best. I’m happier now than I ever could have been there.”

“Are you?”

“Of course. I’d have been all alone if I stayed, you know. No one would embark upon a long-term relationship with a man already known to be sterile.”

“Mm.” Geralt threw back the rest of his own drink, then stood, snaring Jaskier’s cup. “I’ll get us a refill.”

Later, as they were climbing the inn’s narrow stairs to their rented room, Geralt said, “Witchers can’t sire children, either. Not after the ritual.”

“What?” Jaskier stopped in the middle of the stair.

Geralt went up another three or four steps before realizing Jaskier was no longer at his back. He turned and frowned down at Jaskier, and there wasn’t much light, but Jaskier could have sworn Geralt’s pale skin had darkened. Slowly, Geralt explained, “You said that no one would want a man who was sterile.”

“That’s not quite what I--”

“But you didn’t consider another sterile man, did you?”

“Well, of course I...” Jaskier lost the thread of his thought as what Geralt had said ignited a torch of realization in his brain. He stared. “Geralt?”

Geralt huffed and turned back to finish the climb. “Stop thinking, Jaskier, and come to bed.”

[bambirex]

Whisper On A Star Chase

Pairings: Jaskier/Geralt/Radovid, Geraskier, Radskier, Geralt/Radovid, Yenralt

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Radovid, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Ciri of Cintra

Additional tags: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, beta radovid, mpreg, pregnant Jaskier, angst, fertility issues, self-loathing, hurt/comfort, polyamory, non-traditional family dynamics, pregnancy, crying, lots of crying, depression, complicated relationships, insecurity

Word count: 2,386 words

Chapters: 1/?

Rating: mature

Summary: When Jaskier suddenly reveals to Geralt that he wants to have a child, Geralt - being unable to give him what he needs - falls into a pit of self-loathing. That only worsens when Jaskier does fall pregnant, just not from him.

Radovid doesn't want to play second fiddle to Geralt, nor does he want to be nothing more than a stand-in for a child that Jaskier probably wants to raise with someone else.

Jaskier doesn't want to give up on his dream, and he doesn't want to pick between the two men he loves.

But can a family be born from insecurities and unresolved issues?

Author's notes: This idea just randomly popped into my head. I was like, a/b/o, but make it angsty. I should have probably not started another WIP, but oh well!

Feedback as always, is super super appreciated!!!

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Geralt could hear Jaskier’s breathing becoming more labored, could feel his body tightening around him, pulling him in. He trembled beneath Geralt, his fingernails digging into Geralt’s shoulder blades as his orgasm crept closer and closer. Geralt groaned as he buried his face in the crook of Jaskier’s neck and breathed in his sweet scent that only got stronger as they both reached their climax. Geralt’s knot swelled and locked him inside Jaskier, where he’s always belonged. Jaskier’s legs tightened around Geralt’s waist and he came with a sweet cry of Geralt’s name.

They remained in each other’s arms as they always did, holding onto each other as they caught their breaths. Jaskier caressed Geralt’s back. His fingertips danced across the ridge of Geralt’s spine. Geralt shuddered pleasantly. He kissed Jaskier’s cheek.

Geralt pulled back slightly to look at his lover. Jaskier always looked so beautiful after lovemaking: his face was always beautifully flushed, with a thin sheen of sweat glistening at his temples. His big blue eyes were hooded and shiny with love, his pink lips swollen.

He looked like this now, too, but there was something else, something in his eyes that made Geralt frown. He found a profound sadness in those lovely eyes. His chest tightened with concern as he cupped Jaskier’s cheek. Jaskier leant into his touch and gave him a smile, but it was a weak, sad one.

“What’s wrong?” Geralt asked him as he gently ran his thumb over Jaskier’s cheekbone. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, of course not,” Jaskier replied softly. He tucked a stray hair behind Geralt’s ear, smiling up at him. “I’m okay.”

“You’re not. I can see it.”

“I’m fine, Geralt. Just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Jask,” Geralt pressed his forehead against Jaskier’s. He heard Jaskier swallow. “Please, talk to me.”

Jaskier had always worn his heart on his sleeve. He was open about his feelings, and he never ever tried to hide anything from Geralt. He cried, laughed and screamed more freely than Geralt had ever seen anyone else do it. The last thing his Omega would do was to close himself away from his lover.

“It’s silly,” Jaskier eventually replied, after a long stretch of silence. He purposefully avoided Geralt’s eyes. He worried his lower lip between his teeth. Geralt grew increasingly more and more concerned.

“Tell me,” Geralt encouraged him softly. He caressed Jaskier’s cheek again. Jaskier sighed, then chuckled softly.

“You know what? I’ll tell you, once your knot goes down. This isn’t something I wanna talk about with your dick inside me, no matter how lovely it feels.”

Geralt snorted, and kissed Jaskier’s forehead. That, they could do, even if his thoughts raced and his heart pounded while he held Jaskier.

Once Geralt managed to pull out, he rolled over onto his side and pulled Jaskier against his chest. Jaskier nestled into his arm comfortably, and closed his eyes. Geralt gently nudged him in the side.

“So, what is it, Jaskier?”

Jaskier cracked one eye open and peered up at Geralt. Geralt raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” he chuckled, “you thought I would forget?”

“Dating a poet isn’t doing you any favors, it turned you into an overthinker,” Jaskier muttered. He sighed again. Geralt didn’t like how stiff he was in his arms, nor did he like the long silence that filled the room. He could hear Jaskier’s heart beating fast with nerves, and could smell his anxiety. He held Jaskier closer, trying to comfort the both of them from whatever trouble was wrecking Jaskier’s mind.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” was what Jaskier said, so quietly, so gently. Geralt frowned, confused.

“What do you mean?”

Jaskier bit his lip. He drew little patterns over Geralt’s chest with the tips of his fingers. He circled his heart, and let out a shaky breath.

“Because what troubles me would cause you pain, and I don’t want that.”

“Jaskier, whatever it is, I wanna know. Okay?”

“I…” Jaskier trailed off. Geralt couldn’t see his face, as he buried it in his chest, but smelled the salty scent of tears. He tightened his arms around Jaskier instinctively.

“I want a baby.”

It felt like no air was left in the room all of a sudden. Geralt’s brain tried to come up with the right words, but he didn’t manage. He just stared ahead as the silence stretched on, invasive, heavy. Jaskier didn’t even move against his side, and he barely breathed. Geralt noticed his own heart missed a couple beats.

He had no idea how long it took for him to squeeze out a quiet, weak “what?”

Jaskier sniffed softly. He suddenly felt like a heavy weight on Geralt’s chest. He also seemed to struggle to find the right words.

“I’m forty-two years old,” Jaskier whispered. His voice was choked up, like his throat didn’t want to release his words. “And I’m not going to get any younger, only older.”

“You never wanted a child,” Geralt found himself blurting it out. It was not the right thing to say, but his mind didn’t allow him to figure out what the sophisticated answer was to this situation.

“I know,” Jaskier said. His voice was so small. “I used to think it wasn’t for me. Sounded like too much hassle, too much commitment. And I saw what wanting it so bad did to Yennefer. I was fine without it. But… I’ve been thinking a lot, lately. About how I feel like I’m missing out on something. It’s been bothering me for months.”

“Months?” Geralt repeated numbly. “You’ve been thinking about kids for months, and didn’t tell me.”

“Because I didn’t know how. This feeling, it just… it hit me. That I’ve lived past my prime, and I didn’t even think about it. Ever. But now…I don’t know. I guess my body just realized I’m getting older, and I… I just started to…crave it. A child. Someone I can hold and protect and take care of. Someone who’s a part of me.”

“What about Ciri?” Geralt asked. He couldn’t keep the pain out of his voice. “You’re her family, too.”

“I know,” Jaskier replied softly. He looked up at Geralt with those big, wet eyes, and Geralt felt like someone stabbed him straight through the heart. “I’m her family, but I’m not her parent. That’s you and Yennefer. I want to have a child. A baby. I want to grow a little life inside me, and I want to nurse them, and rock them, and…I just can’t stop wanting it, I’m sorry.”

Realistically, Geralt knew that Jaskier didn’t need to feel bad about dreaming, ever. But his heart bled over his words all the same.

Him and Jaskier had been an inseparable item for more than two decades. They were first reluctant friends - mostly on Geralt’s side -, then really close ones, before it blossomed into love. Not even the fact that Geralt and Yennefer were a couple and raised Ciri together could change the fact that Geralt and Jaskier belonged together. They were each other’s biggest confidantes, partners in crimes, passionate lovers. For over twenty years, they learnt each other, saw and learnt to handle the worst, and reveled in the best in one another. They both made mistakes, hurt each other and then had to find their way back to each other, but they always managed, no matter what. They were the two sides of the same coin, and Geralt was certain that as long as they lived, they would never part. Their bond was unbreakable, and they knew each other better than they knew themselves.

And yet, Jaskier has never brought anything like this up in those decades. He slept around, but always returned to Geralt in the end. He fell in love, but he never left his witcher’s side. And despite him being an Omega, he never wanted to tie himself down like most of society expected him to. As a traveling bard who followed a grumpy Alpha witcher wherever he went, who fucked pretty much everything that moved and ran into danger head first, Jaskier defied all the ridiculous rules that were supposed to restrict his gender. He’d never longed for the warmth of a house, for children running around him, for cooking and baking and cleaning the house for his spouse. He was a free spirit, and that was one of the things that Geralt loved him about the most.

And at the age of forty-two, Jaskier suddenly revealed that he’d changed his mind about everything that Geralt had known about him before. He suddenly didn’t know what to do with it, not even after he’s experienced Yennefer’s desperation for a child. That was different. She was not Jaskier. Geralt didn’t understand how he found himself in this situation again.

He possibly wouldn’t have been so shocked, or at least not hurt, if he were capable of giving Jaskier what he needed. He knew by now, after having met Ciri, that while taking care of a child was no small feat, he was not as bad at it as he thought he would be. He loved his daughter with all his heart, and the idea of having a child together with Jaskier - while surreal, for sure - wouldn’t have been such a nightmarish thought, except for the fact that the only way Geralt could have a child was by invoking the law of surprise. But that was not what Jaskier was craving. He wanted to get pregnant. He wanted his own baby.

“You know that I can’t give you a child,” Geralt replied. Every single word made his heart ache more and more.

“I know,” Jaskier whispered. He curled in on himself slightly. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you, because…”

“Because I’m broken,” Geralt finished it for him. Jaskier gasped in horror. He whipped his head up, staring up at Geralt with wide eyes.

“No!” he said quickly, “you’re not!”

“Aren’t I?” Geralt scoffed. He didn’t want to hurt Jaskier, not on purpose, but the pain Jaskier’s revelation caused didn’t allow him to think clearly. “You just told me you want to be pregnant. You’re with a sterile Alpha. What use do I have for you?”

“Please, don’t say that,” Jaskier pleaded. He moved to face Geralt and cupped his cheeks.

“You’re not broken. I would never think of you that way. And I wish I could get rid of this longing, I tried! But every single time it just keeps coming back stronger…I got old. My biology got demanding. And my heart, too. I never would have thought I would say this, but I want to settle down. I want to have a family.”

“With whom?”

“With you!”

“I have to remind you again, that if you want to get pregnant from me, you’re in for a sad surprise. But I thought you managed to comprehend this in the past twenty-four years.”

Jaskier’s lips wobbled. Tears fell from his eyes as he pulled back. Of course, he was the one crying, even though he just twisted a dagger inside Geralt with everything he said. Geralt let out a frustrated sigh.

“You’re being mean for no reason,” Jaskier whispered. Geralt chuckled bitterly.

“No reason? I thought I was done with this bullshit after the things that went down with Yennefer, and yet, here we are. You do have a family, we are a family! Why isn’t it enough for you?”

“I’m not going to apologize for my feelings,” Jaskier snapped. Angry tears streamed down his face as he sat up, pulling even further away from Geralt. “You think I’m happy about this? You think I want to hurt you on fucking purpose!? This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you!”

“What the hell do you expect me to do?” Geralt asked him. He sat against the headboard, glaring at Jaskier. “Find a djinn? Find a mage? Fix myself just so you can pop out a baby before you run out of time?”

“Why are you being like this?” Jaskier cried. He hugged his blanket against himself, trying to shield himself from Geralt’s harsh words. “This isn’t something I can control! This isn’t physical hunger that you can ignore! And yes, guess what, I do want to have a baby while I still can! I bet it must be wonderful to not age, but I’m sorry, my body actually does do that. So, yes, I do need to get pregnant soon if I want a child in this life.”

“Maybe you should have thought about this before you chose an infertile Alpha.”

Jaskier shook his head. He trembled, his hands fisted in the sheets. He suddenly tore himself out of the bed and stormed out of the room and into the bathroom. He slammed the door shut so hard behind him, it nearly came off its hinges. Geralt rubbed his cheeks with a groan.

Once Jaskier returned from the bathroom, he lay back on the bed with his back to Geralt. They stayed in silence for long hours, both of them steaming in their own pain. Geralt wanted to punch every single wall in the room, but most of all, he wanted to punch himself. For hurting Jaskier again, and for being so useless. He never would have thought that one day he would become the obstacle to Jaskier’s happiness. It was a pain incomparable to anything else.

He looked at Jaskier’s back. He knew he was awake, could hear how even his breathing was, as well as the small sniffles. Geralt’s chest tightened.

He wrapped his arm around Jaskier and pulled him back to his chest. Jaskier stiffened for a second, before he grabbed Geralt’s hand and squeezed it to his own chest. He started crying again, his entire body shaking with his sobs.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt whispered against his neck, his own tears falling onto Jaskier’s skin. “I’m so sorry, Jaskier.”

“Me too,” Jaskier whispered. He twisted his neckto face Geralt. He kissed him with a desperation that Geralt couldn’t even describe. He just knew it made his heart hurt even more.

They held each other through the night, but neither of them slept. Neither of them brought up the subject that hung over their heads like a heavy cloud, again.

[stinastar]

WIP game

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 

Thanks @fist-amidst-the-hands of the tag! 💗 I am honestly scared to open the folder and see how many there are, lol. Also IDK the last time I touched anything outside of Bond fics, but I feel like I should give you the others as options since you aren’t in there with me lol. Whoo boy, ok here we go... (holy hell that was a lot of work 😅) I should really either delete some of the witcher ones, or amalgamate them into one doc, since IDK if I’ll ever write/finish them. A lot of these are only notes, no proper writing, and they aren’t all properly labelled as such 😅

Bond:

WIP Bond Addy TWO (here)

WIP Bond homesick

WIP Bond moving in

WIP Bond thinks died (here) (more here)

WIP Bond train

WIP xnotes Bond 00Q bits & others

WIP xnotes Bond 00Q OC

WIP xnotes Bond kitchen

WIP xnotes Bond nttd lyrics

WIP xnotes Bond OC

WIP xnotes Bond palomi (here)

WIP xnotes Bond porn bot (here)

WIP xnotes Bond Sam h/c

WIP xnotes Bond this is the last time (here)

WIP xnotes Bond/OC bed

Other:

WIP Jason Todd

WIP xnotes B&B fight

WIP xnotes GO overwhelm

WIP xnotes LOTR Legolas/OC

WIP xnotes OFMD violet frenchie (here)

WIP xnotes other bedtime stories…

Original:

WIP OF Alcwyn & Ellis

WIP OF B&B snippet

WIP OF DNA

WIP OF Ghost story

WIP OF hero/villain

WIP OF Holdom

WIP OF i know how this ends

WIP OF last dragon

WIP OF meet ugly dealer

WIP OF Red

WIP OF the voyage

WIP OF werewolf romance

WIP OF werewolf w magic romance

WIP xnotes OF alpha/omega

WIP xnotes OF beauty & the beast sort of things

WIP xnotes OF evil queen’s daughter

WIP xnotes OF girl looking for sister romance

WIP xnotes OF ideas/prompts

Witcher:

WIP Witcher a cat in KM

WIP Witcher stay or leave

WIP xnotes Witcher ace lamb pt 2

WIP xnotes Witcher angsty idea

WIP xnotes Witcher Eskel Aidrie fight

WIP xnotes Witcher geraskier flea 3?

WIP xnotes Witcher geraskier It’s Alright

WIP xnotes Witcher geraskier soulmates

WIP xnotes Witcher geraskier the swimmer

WIP xnotes Witcher Jly lambed prompt

WIP xnotes Witcher Kansas prompts

WIP xnotes Witcher lambden snippets/ideas

WIP xnotes Witcher lambden tiktok

WIP xnotes Witcher lambden x oc a/b/o nonsense

WIP xnotes Witcher lambden/OC thing

WIP xnotes Witcher Pepper prompt

WIP xnotes Witcher soft geraskier

WIP xnotes Witcher Soceleur boulangerie

WIP xnotes Witcher thump the bard

WIP xnotes Witcher yenfri thot (here)

Wow, what a freaking mess! I’m absolutely not tagging that many people 😂

Tagging @aniron48 @aprettyspy @anyawen @samanthahirr @ruthvsreality @verdigrissoup @prismatic-bell @theamazingbard @holycatsandrabbits @brothebro @cicerfics IDK I can’t even think of my own friends and people I know, I’m so damn tired 🙈

[a-hearts-a-heavy-burden]

A: Your current OTP : Yenskier

B: A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind : Hotch x Rossi

C: A pairing you wish you shipped, but just can’t : Spencelle

D: What was the first thing you ever contributed to a fandom? Johnlock FMV

E: Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what? Silly little Selkimore Guts (Witcher) post that everybody loves for some silly little reason (:

F: What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? What fandom was it? 13 years in the Sherlock fandom and still going strong

G: What was your first fandom? Sherlock

H: Do you prefer real-life TV shows or animated TV shows? YES

I: Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? The Phandom - IYKYK

J: Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr The Witcher ... It was EVERYWHERE

K: How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom(s) There are some problematic ones but most of you are so freaking cool, funny and talented as heck. I wanna be your FRIEND.

L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for? FOR GERALT TO NOTICE JASKIERS PAIN. YENNEFER TO HEAL HIS HANDS . JASK TO GET A NEW LUTE. THE THREE OF THEM TO END UP A TRIAD

M: A person who got you into a fandom and what fandom they pulled you in to : The Dear Hearts pulled me DEEP into The Amazing Devil family once I chose to dip my toes into the Discord. (They kept me and I wouldn't rather be anywhere else.)

N: Your favorite fandom (for the people) : The Amazing Devil has the most wholesome, kind, considerate and respectful people I have ever met.

O: Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of? Two Minutes - The Amazing Devil reminds me of Spemily (?) Spencer x Emily from Criminal Minds (As besties though not romantically)

P: Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas) : (Criminal Minds) Reid learns ASL for a case with a victim who is hard of hearing and offers to teach the rest of the team. For future possible cases and further accessibility with the public Hotch makes this mandatory for all current and future team members.

Q: A ship you’ve abandoned and why : PHAN bc they have practically begged the internet for privacy and the phandom is really toxic.

R: A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships : (Netflix) Tissaia x Yennefer

S: What’s a headcanon you have? Penelope x Derek x Spencer are all in a triad -

T: What are your favorite male/male ships or female/female ships? MlM : Moreid // Geraskier // Victuuri WlW : Prenteau // Garceau // Tarow (Tara x Willow - BtVS) [ I REFUSE to use Twillow .... Absolutely NOT ]

U: What are your favorite male/female ships? Yenralt // Yenskier

V: Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what? Geraskefer // Garcia x Morgan x Reid

W: 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms : Jaskier, Hotch, Willow, Scarlet Scarlet, John Watson

X: 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms : Geraskefer // Moreid // Tarow

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[witcher-and-his-bard]

What’s Mine Is Yours (To Leave or Take)

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s): a/b/o, intersex omegas, accidental pregnancy, mpreg (see ao3 for full list of tags) Rating: explicit

Chapter: 13

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Fic Summary: Geralt has knows since the trials that, unlike other omegas, he will never become pregnant, never raise pups and live a normal life. But after a close call finds him and Jaskier in bed together, he discovers he was wrong about that assumption.

[read it on ao3]

Twins.

Geralt can't think of anything else for hours. Even after Jaskier's had a bath run for them and he's clean and fed and comfortable, he can't get the idea of two pups out of his mind. Jaskier assures him everything will be fine, but Geralt isn't entirely sure he's upset about it. He doesn't really know how to feel at all. One pup is a lot, but two- without help, without settling down somewhere at least temporarily, Geralt doesn't know if he will be able to manage. He doesn't know how he feels about that, either.

But Jaskier brings him tea in bed and comes to sit next to him. He brushes his fingers through Geralt's hair while Geralt sips his tea, humming an unfamiliar tune and Geralt shuts his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Jaskier asks. "I think I promised you a carriage ride, hm? We'll be here for a little while, would you like a tour?"

"Sure," Geralt hums, but even he can tell his voice sounds distant, unfocused.

"Alright, finish your tea, I'll let the coachman know."

Jaskier brushes a hand down Geralt’s shoulder before trotting away. Geralt's eyes follow after him, watching the sway of his hips and the way he shifts his arms when he walks. He's never noticed before, but it feels like something you only learn to appreciate right before it's gone. Because yes they're Jaskier's pups, but Jaskier is flighty and adventurous - who else would follow a Witcher from one end of the continent to the other? - and Geralt can't ask him to settle with him, not even for a little while.

Once the pups are old enough, Jaskier will leave and Geralt will have to find somewhere else to stay. Because Jaskier's parents are kind and caring and he's sure they will always have a place for their grandchildren here, but Geralt isn't sure without Jaskier that that invitation will extend to him.

While he waits for Jaskier to return, Geralt thinks about taking the pups to Kaer Morhen or whether it might be better to leave them here with their grandparents. Anna and Alfred would surely love to have them here. But the more Geralt thinks about it, the more the thought makes him ache. He couldn't possibly bear to leave them, not really. Even unborn, the pups have grown on him. Jaskier had said they were in this together, that he wants a family, but he wasn't expecting two pups and Geralt hasn't been able to muster the courage to ask him about it.

He runs a hand over his belly and one of them shifts, pressing up against the palm of his hand as though understanding. Geralt's smiling down at his hand when Jaskier returns.

"Hey," Jaskier smiles, "are they moving?"

Geralt nods and Jaskier crosses over to him quickly, kneeling on the bed and laying his hand next to Geralt's. Jaskier holds his breath until the pup shifts and Geralt can hear the little hitch in Jaskier’s breath when he feels it. They're quiet for a few moments, just sitting quietly, feeling the pups turning over in Geralt's belly and Geralt could cry. He's never felt so warm and comforted and like he belongs and he knows it won't last.

They wait until evening to head out on their carriage ride after Geralt is hit with a bout of nausea. Jaskier leaves him in bed and comes to collect him after a nap, leaning over Geralt where he's laying on the bed.

"Feeling better?" he asks and Geralt nods. "Alright," Jaskier whispers, "are you ready to go?" He holds a hand out to Geralt and he follows shortly, noting Jaskier's slowed pace as he winds Geralt's fingers between his own.

Moonlight shines through the windows in the hall and Geralt looks out over the gardens. It seems unreal that this all belongs to Jaskier's family, that this is his to enjoy for a time - not that he can really enjoy it much when he weighs as much as a rock troll and gets tired walking for more than fifteen minutes at a time.

The carriage is waiting for them out front and Jaskier helps Geralt up before circling around to climb in the opposite side. They start out at a steady pace and Geralt looks out the window, taking in the scenery lit by moonlight. If he were more poetically inclined, he might write a song, but he's sure Jaskier has written enough for the both of them. For a little while, Geralt just enjoys the ride. They're passing outside the property when Jaskier's hand settles on his knee.

"Is something wrong?" Jaskier asks quietly, "you're even more silent than normal tonight."

"I'm fine," Geralt says quietly.

"If this is about the twins," Jaskier starts, "you know you won't have to care for them alone. They're my pups, too, and I'm not just going to abandon you." He squeezes Geralt's hand and Geralt pulls up a little smile. At first, he thinks. But Geralt knows better than any what it's like to have a child you don't want - he himself was given up. "Geralt," Jaskier chides, "whatever you're thinking, stop it. I'll be here for you, for them."

"Okay," Geralt breathes. He wants to believe it, but he supposes nothing but time will tell how Jaskier will react to the pups.

"How are you feeling?" Jaskier asks, voice low.

"Tired."

"I mean," Jaskier amends, sliding his hand higher up Geralt's thigh, "how are you feeling."

"You know how I'm feeling. The same."

"Hm. Why don't you let me distract you then, hm? Show you how much I want this, want you? Think you can be quiet?"

Geralt's pulse races and his gut clenches and he knows he should say no, that he shouldn't let Jaskier do whatever he's thinking of with the coachman right there. But the words die in his throat. And Jaskier is already slipping from his seat, hands on Geralt's knees.

Jaskier pushes the hem of the dress up just past Geralt's knees and tugs him forward, pulling him close so that only the edge of Geralt's ass is on the seat. Jaskier ducks under Geralt’s skirt and shuffles deeper, wrapping his arms around Geralt's thighs before burying his face in his cunt. Geralt rocks against him immediately, swallowing hard, but he remembers Jaskier's request for him to keep quiet and breathes out sharply through his nose.

"So beautiful," Jaskier hums, pressing soft kisses to his thighs, "already so wet for me, hm? When will you learn you can just ask, love?"

Two fingers slip inside him and Geralt throws his head back against the seat, eyes clenched shut. Arousal sears through him, heightened by the fact that only a few feet in front of him, the coachman is oblivious to the fact that Jaskier's got his fingers buried in Geralt's cunt.

Geralt comes twice on Jaskier’s fingers before Jaskier ducks down to lick the slick from his legs and work his way back up to Geralt’s cunt. When Geralts's moan slips through, Jaskier reaches up to cover his mouth, fingers slipping between Geralt’s lips. Jaskier pulls away, breathing heavily and climbs back up onto the seat, shifting Geralt so he's lying against the door to the carriage.

"Gods, Geralt, look at you-"

Jaskier pulls his fingers back, running along the swell of Geralt's bottom lip before pushing back into his mouth again. Geralt sucks gently on them, moaning softly as though he has Jaskier's prick between his lips instead. He'd turn the carriage around right now if it meant getting Jaskier alone in their room so he could make Jaskier come with his mouth.

"I wish I could fuck you," Jaskier whispers, "you have no idea. Want to slip inside and make you come so hard you can't think, fuck-"

Jaskier shifts, squeezing his cock through his trousers. Geralt can see the line of it, thick and hard beneath the silky fabric and he wants it. Slick gushes between his legs and Jaskier moans softly, dipping down to kiss Geralt's breasts through his dress.

"Gonna take you to bed when we get home and fuck you so good."

He's mumbling absently, tugging Geralt down to the seat so he can climb over him.

"Okay on your back?"

Geralt nods and Jaskier fingers the ties on his dress unlacing the top so he can push it aside and get his mouth around Geralt's nipple. He sucks hard and Geralt squirms as milk releases under Jaskier's ministrations. It eases the pressure but something about the release itself is… very good. Geralt knows Jaskier likes sucking his tits like this, there was no doubt about that the last time, but he's still embarrassed about it, about the way he enjoys Jaskier's mouth around his nipples, sucking the milk from him. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help himself, twitching even as Jaskier groans around his nipple.

"Fuck," Jaskier mumbles, "you're incredible, love, you're so fucking sexy like this."

Geralt just huffs softly, too wrapped up in the relief and the constant pleasure searing through him to think about anything more. His cunt aches and he wants nothing more than to ride Jaskier until he feels his knot swelling within him, locking in his cunt. But he knows Jaskier won't, not with someone else right there.

Jaskier makes Geralt come three times with his mouth and Geralt is soaked by the time they pull up in front of the manor again, dripping down his thighs and desperate for a knot. Jaskier's got four fingers buried in him when they pull to a stop and Jaskier leans forward to the window.

"We'll just be a little longer," Jaskier says with a surprisingly steady voice for how hard he is against Geralt's thigh. "I'll bring the carriage around when we head inside."

The driver doesn't question them and he bids Jaskier goodnight before leaving them alone. Jaskier's mouth is on Geralt’s tits again immediately, despite the fact that he's already sucked Geralt dry and made him come an additional time just sucking on his nipples. Geralt bucks under him, still needy despite the sensitivity of his nipples and cocklet, and then Jaskier's sliding between his thighs, fucking Geralt slower on his fingers as he works open his trousers and pulls his cock out

Jaskier’s knot is already swelling a little and the sight makes Geralt ache. He wants that buried deep inside him, wants to clench down around it as Jaskier spills in him and- Geralt groans as Jaskier's cock slides against his tender cocklet and before he even realizes, Geralt is shuddering through another orgasm.

Geralt rocks his hips frantically, desperate for the friction against his cocklet, but when he arches off the bench again, Jaskier's fingers slip out of Geralt’s cunt and he sobs. He's so empty and wet and achy and he needs a knot, if Jaskier would just give it to him. A gentle hand brushes over Geralt’s forehead and when he opens his eyes, Jaskier is right there.

"Shhh, love," Jaskier whispers, "you're alright."

"Wanna come," Geralt whines, "need your knot, please-"

"I know, darling, I know. Lie back."

Jaskier presses a gentle hand to his stomach and Geralt lays back against the seat, shutting his eyes and focusing on Jaskier's hands where they press against his skin. Geralt feels like he's burning up, like he'll simply cease to exist if Jaskier doesn't fuck him immediately and he can't remember feeling like this with anyone else outside a heat. Jaskier is careful to keep stimulating Geralt, fingers inside him or playing with his nipples until finally, he shifts where he sits and slides his cock against his cunt.

"'M not gonna last long," he mumbles but Geralt doesn't care, he just wants him and now.

Jaskier slides in easily and Geralt shoves down onto him hard, earning himself a shaky little moan from Jaskier as Jaskier braces himself on the seat. Jaskier holds Geralt still for a moment, one hand on his hip, until Geralt can adjust and then Jaskier shifts forward, fucking Geralt’s cunt in long, slow strokes. Geralt's eyes drop shut again and Jaskier bends to kiss his belly, pushing the gown up to give him access to his bare skin.

"Love you," Jaskier mumbles, "fuck Geralt, i just- fuck."

He buries his face in Geralt’s belly, thrusting hard and Geralt is already so caught up in the push and pull he can barely think. He just slips his hands over Jaskier's, squeezing lightly and tangling their fingers together. He wants Jaskier so badly, wants to keep him forever and in this moment Geralt feels like maybe he can.

"Fuck," Jaskier chokes, "Geralt, I'm gonna- you wanna come again? Tell me how you want it."

"Kiss me," Geralt blurts and Jaskier lunges forward, claiming Geralt’s lips in a frantic kiss that only settles when he grinds his knot against the ring of Geralt's cunt and pushes in.

Geralt moans against Jaskier’s lips and reaches up, tangling his fingers in Jaskier's hair and holding him close. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, but Geralt can't let him go, can't let Jaskier slip away even for a second. And Jaskier makes no attempt to move anyway.

He continues rutting into Geralt as he comes, pressing up against that spot inside Geralt’s cunt that makes Geralt cry out for more. Jaskier kisses Geralt’s neck and his jaw and his mouth, still rocking into him until Geralt comes again, overwhelmed with pleasure and sobbing into Jaskiers mouth.

Jaskier holds himself up on shaky arms to keep from crushing Geralt but Geralt just reaches for him, sliding his fingers around Jaskier’s neck. Jaskier chuckles softly and shifts, dipping to kiss his belly again.

"Shh love, I'm here, I've got you. I don't want to hurt you." Geralt just whimpers and Jaskier leans against him as well as he can in the position, trying to keep his weight off his belly.

Jaskier pulls away as soon as his knot goes down, dropping to sit on the floor next to the seat and leaning his head against Geralt's belly.

"You ready to go in or do you want to rest a little longer?"

"'M tired, want a bath."

"Anything, my love."

Jaskier walks the horse around and parks the carriage before taking Geralt back into the manor. Jaskier calls for a bath to be poured and then returns to their rooms to find hot tea and biscuits waiting for them. Jaskier sits Geralt down on the bed and readies his tea for him before flopping on the other side of the bed.

"Feeling any better?"

"Mm."

Jaskier chuckles softly and rolls over to kiss Geralt's cheek, running a hand over his belly.

"It won't be long now, love. you're not too sore, though?"

"Not really, no more than before, I just wish-"

They're interrupted by the chambermaids' arrival and Geralt sighs. He wants to tell Jaskier he doesn't have to cater to him, doesn't have to fuck him any time he wants it. Because in the moment, the need is too great for Geralt to ever turn Jaskier down, his own need and selfishness overtaking any desire to let Jaskier out of this strange obligation. He knows alphas tend to their omegas when they're pregnant, but this feels like more. He can only hope that it is.

Geralt watches in silence as the tub in the other room is filled, Jaskier overseeing it from his spot in the archway. He looks beautiful with his mussed hair and rumpled clothes and Geralt wishes he could keep him this way forever.

When the chambermaids leave, Jaskier comes back to Geralt, taking his hands and helping him to his feet. He lifts Geralt's gown up and over his head, dropping it aside to go with the rest of the washing, then leads him into the other room. Jaskier strips out of his own clothes and steps into the tub first before guiding Geralt in after him. He lets Geralt sit first then kneels between his legs, hands still clasped and smiling at him.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks and Geralt starts, lifting his head to meet Jaskier's eyes.

"Yes?" he says softly and Jaskier leans in, bracing himself on the edge of the tub.

He leans in slowly, bumping their noses together and letting Geralt feel his breath against his lips before he finally touches Geralt. Geralt kisses back softly, tenderly, and whimpers against Jaskier's lips, needy for more. And Jaskier gives it to him, settling one hand on Geralt's belly and rubbing it in slow circles, humming against Geralt’s lips.

"I know this isn't what either of us would have chosen," Jaskier mumbles, barely drawing away, "but I'm glad it's you. Glad it's us."

"You don't mean that," Geralt mumbles, but Jaskier assures him he does and Geralt supposes that if this has to happen with anyone, he's glad it’s Jaskier too.

[jaskierswolf]

Lonely Without You

Geraskier floof! With alpha's nesting instead of omegas

CW: A/B/O, Omega!Jask, Alpha!Geralt, referenced sexual content

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Jaskier’s heats had always been fun, especially at Oxenfurt, surrounded by beautiful people; alpha, beta and omega alike, he wasn’t fussy. A little slutty perhaps but no one can blame a bard in training for that… no. The problem Jaskier had was his pre-heats.

His pre-heats were really fucking miserable. They were lonely, and his nests were always lacking something he couldn’t put his finger on. So he wallowed in a fever, cramping and hungry and alone, until the heat triggered and all of that was trumped by unbearably horny.

When he met Geralt… everything changed

Well… not at first. The first few months were just business as useless, the alpha was a bit standoffish and brutish in the way that alphas were but he seemed to not hate Jaskier trailing along after him. Jaskier on his part was rather smitten but he respected Geralt’s boundaries as best he could, slipping up occasionally but fixing his mistakes as they learned to co-exist.

Until one morning, long before Jaskier felt any effects of his cycle… Geralt started acting incredibly needy.

They were bundled into the nearest town by the witcher. Coin was low but Geralt managed to secure a dry barn to stay in with Roach in exchange for a few quick drowner contracts along the river. Jaskier was told to stay put as Geralt worked, to rest and enjoy the peace. After months on the road, he was hardly one to argue. The straw was scratchy but warm and soft compared to their bedrolls. Overall it wasn’t too bad. He felt rather pampered.

By the first evening the barn had been transformed. Geralt had collected and washed more blankets than Jaskier had seen in his life, there were plates of hot food served to him by a very pouty alpha. Once the witcher was free of monster guts he threw in some old shirts, his cloak, even the medallion that he’d never taken off before. It all went into the stack of straw and blankets.

Jaskier was… confused?

The behaviour had come out of nowhere, his stoic friend turning into a perfectly doting alpha… and oh…

Geralt was nesting.

A trait found in single and unmated omegas.

Or… bonded alphas

Jaskier whined as he buried his face in Geralt’s shirt, the scent of alpha grounding him, making his heart beat more steadily. It was only then that he realised he was running a little hotter that day, his gut aching on and off… the early signs of cramping.

The witcher's keen senses must have picked up on the change in Jaskier’s scent, and their closeness over the last few months had triggered something adorable in Geralt. After years of being alone, Jaskier was being courted. His alpha had supplied food and shelter, and had even made him a brilliant nest filled with all the things they both loved. But Geralt still hadn’t set foot in the nest, he just glowered from a hay bale near where Roach was stabled, wiping down his swords silently, his eyes flickering between Jaskier and the door. Always standing guard, protecting him. The respect had Jaskier’s heart doing all sorts of flips and tricks in his chest. Not many alphas waited for an invitation, always assuming they were needed by the omega.

Ah, and there was the crippling loneliness. Now he was aware of what was happening, his body seemed to be catching up like lightning. Normally, Jaskier would curl around a pillow and wait it out until slick started gushing from him and he found a bed mate for his heat.

He didn’t need to wait anymore.

“Geralt?” He called to his alpha. “Will you hold me?”

Golden eyes snapped up to meet Jaskier’s gaze, a faint blush painting his pale skin. “Hold you?”

Smiling fondly at his best friend, Jaskier patted the blankets next to him. “A nest is rather lonely without company, and you did such a good job of building it.”

The alpha chirped, the noise settling into a contented purr as he stripped down to his smalls and tentatively laid down next to Jaskier. It was very sweet but Jaskier was less hesitant. He immediately pounced on his friend, curling up against his chest and nuzzling his neck. As Jaskier’s lips brushed against Geralt’s scent gland, the witcher started to relax, wrapping his arms around Jaskier and holding him tight.

It wasn’t the most luxurious nest that Jaskier had ever had, but it was the most perfect.

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[hegorys]

Geraskier Idea Fica A/B/O

Okay, I can't sleep with this idea in my head so I posted it here after being gone for months, hahahahaha

a universe with alpha/beta/omega dynamics where Geralt has a twin brother, both become witchers who mutate twice, both are alpha, Geralt remains the serious grumpy yet protective and possessive character, Geralt's twin, Gerard, has a better and more accessible humor, thinks about Geralt being the same from the series on Netflix and Gerard being the Geralt from the games, they walk the path together, sometimes separately, but both start to follow the path together when they find Jaskier in Posada.

Dandelion falls in love with the two, in this universe the male omegas are intersex, they are born with both male and female genitals, but the penis is not much, something like a micro penis, he is a size queen and will catch these two wolves whites.

Geralt and Gerard never felt anything sexual between them, but that changes after they meet the omega Jaskier, Gerad is versatile, Geralt is a top and Jaskier is a bottom.

at some point when Gerard ties omega Jaskier in the knot, Geralt will use Jaskier's natural lube to open up Gerard's ass and fuck him while still attached by the knot to Jaskier, pretty rough and make him moan like a bitch and see stars when Geralt knots your ass.

[fangirleaconmigo]

'There are a lot of fics in the fandom where Jaskier is a concubine or bed warmer and is gifted to Geralt (usually warlord Geralt) and that becomes his path to freedom and love. Some of them are among the best fics in the fandom. One of them is one of my favorite fics ever.'

Got any recs?

Yes! I love rec-ing fics.

First let me tell you why I think this trope works so well for Geraskier. Geralt is often feared and vilified as a monster, and Jaskier is often underestimated and dismissed. In these fics, you see both of these things pulled back, as Jaskier arrives terrified, only to find out about the deep goodness and soft doughy protective core of Geralt. And Geralt, having a sexual tribute or bed warmer dumped at his door, (someone who isn't valued and has maybe even been sold by his family) finds out how talented and intelligent Jaskier is, and how much he has to give. It's finding value and hidden depth in people that society has written off as a heartless beast, or a warm body.

******Past sexual abuse (or the fear of it) is inherent in this trope, but the extent to which the fics focus on it or engage with it varies widely. They range from wholesome to dead dove. So whenever you look for this trope, mind the tags and take care of yourself.******

1. So my first rec is: The Heart is a Winged Beast rated explicit by @greyduckgreygoose

After the turmoil of war robbed him of his birthright, Jaskier endures life as a simple Bard in the court of Kerack, under the protection of his cruel, ambitious cousin. Until the night that Jaskier catches the attention of the Geralt of Rivia, Lord of the Clan of the Wolf, and is terrified to be gifted to the barbarian mercenary as a bed-warmer.

This fic. It's two good people, trapped in a vicious, unjust system. It's the near impossibility of finding their way through it to a strong, unbreakable, love of equals. It is painful, repressed longing. It is everything they can't say. It's the fact that to trust is reckless and dangerous. The scenes between Geralt and Jaskier are so intense and engages deeply with the emotional effects of the power differential. It reached right into my chest and wrung my heart out. If you read fic to feel something, this is your fic.

Full disclosure: it is not complete yet, but there are about 100k words already. If you don't read unfinished fics, check out anything else by grey. You won't regret it. Seriously grey is one of those writers that when I get the notif for a new fic, I drop everything and go read it.

2. I can't talk about this trope and not mention the og, the beloved fandom juggernaut that has inspired many, if not most of these fics, the The Accidental Warlord and His Pack series. @inexplicifics has written almost 400k in this series! There are 42 works in it! That is so impressive.

I have only read the first work so far, and it is incredibly wholesome and heartwarming. It is all about found family and has a full, lovable cast of characters with Ciri, Yen, Eskel, Lambert, Triss, Vesemir, and many others, including OCs. The dynamic between Geralt and Jaskier is so sweet and sexy. There is a scene where Geralt meets Jaskier's father that is VERY satisfying! I believe it becomes poly later on, though I can't speak to that fully just yet.

The consistency, quality, and quantity of Inexplicific's work is a constant source of amazement to me. I aspire to it! The sheer time and effort she puts into this fandom is unbelievable. And she is always gracious in the ask box, and leaves comments for other writers.

3. Inspired by the Accidental Warlord Series Tag. Also, the thing I find extraordinary about this fic series is how it has inspired so many others. As of right now, there are over 150 fics in the 'inspired by the Accidental Warlord and His Pack' tag. Just SO COOL how fandom can take a life of it's own like this! You can go to that tag and browse to find more similar fics. If you like a/b/o there are a/b/o variations of the trope in that tag.

Since I haven't finished the series, I haven't gone through that tag, but I just scrolled through (also the Warlord Geralt tag) and at a glance found a few of my favorite fandom writers in there like @eyesupmarksman @ghostinthelibrarywrites @ theartistformerlyknownasg (not on tumblr I don't think) and @hoomhum

oh and also, @oldandkinky who provides a lot of the hard kink and dead dove material for the fandom and explores the darker side inherent in that trope.

I haven't read those fics yet, but they are fantastic writers, and there are many more where that came from!

[samstree]

🍁Geraskier autumn fic recs 🍁

(the ones that destroyed me emotionally in recent months, an incomplete list)

witcher marriage traditions, and other lies by burrfication

A must read! The pining is so sweet and their friendship is portrayed so well.

I'll Be Your Shelter by AvoidingAverage

A series that made me feel old by the time I finished, like I’ve lived a lifetime with the characters.

25. Improvement by TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG 

One of my favorite a/b/o stories in this fandom. All the softness and the angst!

hope it's nice where you are by K9_DFTBA 

The sweetest post breakup angst but it’s all worth it, I promise.

starlight; star-crossed by julek 

Just the cutest! Jaskier adopts a stray dog and Geralt is definitely not jealous.

true love's kiss by burrfication 

True love breaks curses! Read everything by this author seriously.

To give without knowing by I_bite_my_thumb_at_thee

The best emotional roller coaster. This series also has crafts in it as well as Geralt’s beautiful pining. That’s all I need in life ;)

Knowing by Hum My Name (My_Kind_of_Crazy) 

A post mountain classic. Geralt has self doubt but what else is new :(

As often as from thee I go by some_stars

Friends with nenefits but somehow feelings were caught? More likely than you think ;)

offer me that deathless death by longing-and-heartache-and-lust (the_ressurectionist) 

Inexperienced with men!Jaskier. Their first time with all the softness and devotion.

Can I be Close to You? by multiplelizards

Another one with pining idiots but with hanahaki in this.

Tell Me Honestly--How Could I Love Somebody Else? by multiplelizards

Jaskier gets drunk and flirty! Just go read everything by this author so I won’t need to rec every one of her stories ;) Seriously!  

It Doesn't Break But it Bends by DrowningByDegrees 

Time loop, yearning, heartbreak. What else can you ask for?

honey moon by drjezdzany (Lorien), stonedgeralt 

Inexperienced Geralt! Also the sweet journey of navigatign a new relationship.

animal instinct by burrfication 

A cute one! Cured my touch starvation.

Tender, like a soft new sapling by kathkin 

Soulmates share injuries. It’s is, indeed, a very tender story.

Tongue-Tied by venomly 

Good bdsm etiquette. All the pining.

warm you like the sunshine by some_stars 

Good bdsm etiquette. All the softness.

The Fairest of Them All by TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG 

Fairy tale elements. An emotional journey.

Stay or Sail Away by MordorIsCalling 

A sailor!Geralt AU I never thought I needed in my life. Also they fake a relationship for a family dinner :D

Sorry (When you Leave Me) by multiplelizards

The reason I got into writing Mpreg, ahem. (I fully blame Ashley and this story)

Silver and Copper by Heronfem 

One of the best horror case fics I’ve read in this fandom. Heed the tags.

In Autumn's Golden Light by whisperedstory 

All the healing and all the love. Also season appropriate.

[some-stars]

i meant to do this a week ago but got distracted so. if you are newly interested in yennskier or geraskefer, here are all the things i've written (pre-S2) that may interest you:

children's work - this is a 3-part series, in the first one (gen + geraskier) geralt and yennefer get de-aged and jaskier cares for them, then the next 2 are yennefer-centric geraskefer. it is probably the best thing i've written in this fandom

i made it through the wildnerness - yennskier where they roleplay that jaskier is a 17 year old virgin and there are Feelings

heat of the moment - a/b/o PWP with alpha yen and omega jaskier (and perhaps a few feelings)

relevant chapters of my "misc snippets" work: six - yennefer and jaskier have their first real conversation the morning after they (and geralt) sleep together for the first time seven - yennskier BDSM PWP (dom yen obv) eight - jaskier kills a dude, geralt and yennefer find this extremely sexy of him eleven - tiny tender yennskier moment twelve - yennskier PWP where jaskier massages (etc.) yennefer's lovely bottom sixteen - yen and jaskier DP geralt

please enjoy, there is more coming....i want to say soon but let's hedge our bets and say "in the next 3-6 months"

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young geraskier prompt where geralt comes knocking on jaskier's apartment door begging for kisses and cuddles 🥺

Nonie you’re a genius. This one kinda ran away from me but if we’re not here for overindulgent fluff then what are we doing?

Warnings: Swearing, little bit of nervous love confessions, its pretty soft guys i think we’re good

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Jaskier stood outside Geralt’s new condo and fidgeted with his phone, debating on whether or not to call him. The floor of Jaskier’s and Geralt’s old apartment building was just so cold and empty now that his friend had moved. It made sense, new job, more money, more space for his little sister and the new puppy. But Jaskier missed him like crazy. It had only taken two days for him to realize just how entwined their lives had become and how lonely he was now that the little family had moved. 

So he swallowed his pride and tapped Geralt’s name, holding the phone up to his ear as he stood between the two doors. That was the only reason he was risking a call anyway. He couldn’t remember if Geralt was door A or B.

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?

Jaskier turned around, hearing the ringtone from behind him. He smiled as he kicked some pebbles off the landing, Geralt had kept the dorky ringtone he’d set. 

“Geralt speaking.”

“Damn don’t you ever check your caller ID? No need to be so formal.”

“No, I’m unpacking alone. Ciri bailed on me. What’s up?”

“I- uh, which door are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“A or B?”

“B.”

Jaskier knocked, probably a little aggressively with all his adrenaline, and hung up the phone. Geralt thundered down the stairs, the sound, familiar and comforting, had been his alarm clock on more than a few occasions. 

Geralt opened the door with a look of concern, “Jask are you o-”

“I miss you.” the brunet blurted it out before he lost his nerve, “I really miss pretending not to cuddle on that loveseat you pretend is a couch. And hearing you hum when you’re cooking dinner. And making extra coffee just in case you come by. And your ridiculous taste in music. And just seeing you. Any time. And I really really hope you didn’t get rid of that couch.”

Geralt’s face seemed frozen in disbelief, “You’re asking to cuddle on my couch?”

Jaskier nodded, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to decipher what was going on in Geralt’s head.

“And you…” Geralt trailed off, still confused apparently.

“Miss you.” Jaskier offered, rocking up onto his tiptoes in barely contained impatience. 

“Miss me.” Geralt repeated the words as if he were convincing himself this was, in fact, reality. 

Jaskier cracked a nervous grin, “Do you need some water? Oxygen?”

Geralt shook his head, still leaning on the doorframe as he caught up, “How?” when he only got a head tilt in response he continued, “How do you miss me? As a… as a frie-”

“I wanna kiss you,” Jaskier interrupted again, throwing all caution to the wind. If he got heartbroken then, hey, at least they weren’t neighbors anymore? 

Geralt seemed to melt from the doorframe as he stepped forward and trapped Jaskier’s face in his hands, pulling him into a deep, decisively not platonic, kiss. Jaskier’s hands settled on his waist, warm and steady, and he finally felt grounded. 

When they parted Jaskier giggled as he leaned his head against the older man’s shoulder, Geralt’s hands sliding down to his shoulders.

“What?”

Jaskier clasped his hands behind Geralt's back, "I was just so fucking nervous." He breathed. 

Geralt hummed as his massive arms engulfed the younger man, "Wanna help me unbury the couch?" 

"Loveseat." Jaskier corrected, lifting his head to wink at Geralt. 

Geralt rolled his eyes, leading Jaskier into his new place with an arm around his shoulders, "The product description said couch." 

"That's just so they could take more of your money." Jaskier teased, tucking himself close to Geralt's side for the duration of the tour. It wasn't a tour so much as a beeline for a loveseat situated in front of a gas fireplace and covered in books. They moved the pile of books to the floor and Geralt disappeared to dig some blankets out of a box upstairs while Jaskier made some tea. He set the mugs down on a pile of books as he sat next to Geralt on the 'couch' a few minutes later, suddenly just as nervous as he had been standing on the porch. 

Geralt ignored the tea and wrapped them both in a blanket, pulling Jaskier's legs over his lap, "I haven't scheduled the Natural Gas guy so the fire doesn't work, but it'll be extra cozy when it does." 

Jaskier leaned into him, laying his head on his shoulder, “Its fancy as hell Geralt.”

They chuckled and settled into a heavy silence, watching the steam rise from the mugs.

“So does this mean we should go… on a date?” Geralt asked, snaking an arm around Jaskier’s waist.

“Well I hope so. I’m not your side hoe am I?” 

Geralt snorted, placing a kiss on the top of Jaskier’s head, “I interact with like two other people, so no.”

Jaskier leaned back against the arm of the loveseat and pulled Geralt with him so his head rested on his chest, “You little introvert. We can do the date thing later. I just wanna cuddle.”

“Good.” Geralt hummed as he snuggled closer, curling his legs up so Jaskier’s legs were draped over his thighs and laying his arm over the younger man’s torso.  

After a few moments, Jaskier frowned down at him, “Geralt? Where’s Roach?”

“Fuck!” He sprang up, almost knocking the tea over, “I forgot we have a backyard!”

A couple seconds later an excited liver and white Springer Spaniel puppy launched itself into Jaskier’s lap, licking his face in hello, “Geralt! How could you forget her?!”

“You’re distracting,” he grunted defensively as he sat back down and tried to wiggle back into his spot, now half taken up by Roach. 

“Mmm, thank you,” Jaskier mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss to Geralt’s lips when he’d settled his head on his shoulder. 

“Can you stay for dinner?”

“Only if I get more kisses.”

Geralt kissed him again and again, covering his chin and jaw and cheeks and anywhere else he could reach in sweet little kisses, “I- think- I- can- arrange- some- thing.”