#jaskier and small animals

[thedemonofcat]

Small woodland creatures assist Jaskier with his chores: mice help him cook, and small birds assist with sweeping.

One winter, when Geralt takes Jaskier to Kaer Morhen, where everyone must pitch in with chores, the others quickly notice the oddity of the little animals helping Jaskier.

Even stranger is Geralt's nonchalant attitude, as he's long since become accustomed to it.

[deexchanel]

Golden.

Word Count: 2,650

Pairing: Geralt of Rivera x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Fighting, Arguing

Summary: Geralt is known to everyone that he is not the relationship type. After having an recurring dream, one woman is stuck on his mind and he can’t let this one get away.

A/N: Another Geralt oneshot uh ohhh. I know that this timeline is in 1210 but I'm not going to try hard to have it that way, meaning it will be some modern things in here. It is not edited, but since I'm on break, it won't take me long to do. Aside from that, Thank you for reading!

The fire brew nicely keeping both him and her very warm for the night. Geralt laid next to the girl that made him forget about everything else he dealt with. He felt content with having her close to him and nothing mattered at the moment.

He rolled over to smell her warm vanilla scent but there was no head. Geralt snatches the cover off in shock to see her body except with no arms or legs. He scoots back kicking the cover,”AH!”

A deep howl sounds off behind him and he quickly draws his sword, looking in every direction. His heart pounded in his chest as an animal come rushing towards him. Geralt stood up ready for battle and the Barghest jumped to him.

That’s when Geralt awoken from his slumber. He swung his feet to the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. He then began grabbing nearby items to get dressed for leaving. When finished, he nudged Jaskier with his foot. “Jaskier, meet me at Kaer Morhen. I will be there but I have to go somewhere first.”

Jaskier, who was sleeping on the floor, heard him perfectly but still waved him off because it was still early in the morning. Geralt walked out the door, making way to his horse, Roach.

“Good Morning.” He spoke lowly while rubbing his favorite spot. Geralt climbed on, beginning his trip to Town of Odin. This dream occurred to him the previous night as well and he didn’t want it to be a third time.

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“I need to make sure I grab some fresh bed linens while heading to work.” Nyla mumbled to herself as she folded her now clean clothes. After placing them on top of her vanity, she pulled apart a few of her curls to give her hair a fuller look.

Spending a couple of minutes in the mirror to make sure her face is clean and smooth. Nyla got up from the vanity making way to the bed where her outfit laid. It was a white dress with a green flower print all over, pairing that with some white sandals. Once smearing her melted cocoa butter against her lips, she made way to the kitchen.

Nyla picked up things around the house, wanting to organize her little home. It was a 1 bedroom, 1 bath cottage style home, it's perfect to her. The record player spun tunes that she loved which gave motivation to clean up her home. She is a single 23 year old with no intentions of having a man any time soon so the small size is great.

“Good Morning, Ms.June!” The chocolate woman waved over to her neighbor with pure happiness.

Ms.June waved back, “Morning Nyla! I made croissants, would you like some?”

She gave her a smile, “Yes ma’am, I would love one.” Nyla looked both ways before crossing over the rocky road. She would never turn down any baked goods from Ms. June. She was the only woman that made her feel welcomed in the group.

The Town of Odin was a big well known town, from the fabulous boutiques to the nice food places. The beautiful garden at the entrance of the town , ropes tourist in.

Nyla lived on out skirt of the town, living in the house her grandmother once lived in. Our beautiful Nyla is a people person but loves being alone when it comes to her living space.

Getting that trait from the fact that she grew up with two older brothers and older sister. When having siblings there is no definition of personal space. Her parents moved to New Asgard under rightful leadership of Queen Frigga. She visits quite often but this month she was going to miss their plans.

After eating the warm flaky croissant, she straightened her front patio from any fallen debris. She also had a huge flower garden that she tended too frequently.

Tending does have her outside all day which she then spends her evening going to Ms. June house. One person is writing while the other yells out fictional story ideas to write down. Tonight she did have a shift to pick up so she wouldn't be able to spend majority of time there like she always does.

Today shall give her peace.

Or so she hopes.

Eyes set upon Geralt as he stalked through the city of Odin. The city didn't have a hate relationship with Witcher's unlike surrounding places but his guard was still up. He held on his needed things and the leash that connected to his horse, Roach.

By time he arrived in the city, it was past night fall. Geralt was pretty tired but determined to save his love. He knew the path to Nyla’s house, so he kept his distance from everyone until...

"GET THE FUCK OUT MY PUB!" A feminine voice was heard in the streets from this pub that was on his left. That voice sounded very familiar. Too familiar.

He made his way over to the pub curious on what the chaos was about. Geralt stood tall at the door, scanning the crowd looking for a certain pair of brown eyes. A guy stood in front of him with his back facing the door, arguing with someone. That someone landed a clean punch across his face making him forcefully bumped into Geralt.

He pushed him back making the guy now face him. "The fuck is your problem!?"

Geralt expression harden," You bumped into me." his eyes shifted to the person behind him. It was Nyla. His Nyla. Their eyes made contact, setting off bombs of love within him.

It's like nothing else mattered but her.

Reality kicked in when the drunk guy continued his yelling, getting closer to Geralt. "You stood there fuck tard! This low down pub took my money."

Nyla crossed her arms, not even phased by the insults. She just wanted him out of her pub quickly. "Oh my gosh, you're complaining but still here! I been said get the fuck out."

"I can leave whenever I want bitch." The drunk guy spat into her face, sizing her up. This stupid act got his ass punched the first time. Nyla balled her hand into a fist, lifting her arm but Geralt instantly grabbed his shoulder forcing him to turn around.

He landed a smooth punch to the side of his face. The strength made the guy blacked out and Geralt dragged his limp body out the door, tossing him in the road.

Making it back in, his focus was 100% on Nyla. In that swiftness, she was back serving food and drinks to customers. He looked around the room then settled on the table in the corner.

His eyes instantly locked back onto Nyla, noticing every little detail. Seeing the gold jewelry she wore brought out her brown eye color. Nyla's dark brown curly hair bounced as she walked around. Her outfit didn't reveal much but a man has an great imagination. Noticing her smooth brown skin as it glisten in the light. Nyla's nice plumped lips had him wanting to kiss her every second if he could.

"You're staring." Nyla's firm voice broke him out of his trance. Gosh, she looks more amazing up close. Geralt gave her small smile, "I know."

"What do you want Witcher? I haven't seen or heard from you in years." She sat the piece of paper down, placing a hand on her curvy hip. Taking this time to notice some of his features, he definitely looked different then he did four years ago.

"I came to save you..." He couldn't even finish due to protest.

"Save me? I can take care of myself perfectly fine." She raised an eyebrow. Questioning herself, what does she need to be saved from? him obviously. He left the first time, that mean he's bound to do it again.

"I can see that very clearly but whatever's after you, I just can't let you be here alone. You need to come with me Nyla." Geralt points to her, his face held the determination. Letting her know that he is serious.

"So you only came because something is after me. I appreciate that you care but Geralt like I mentioned, I haven't seen you in years. I do not feel comfortable skipping town with you."

"Nyla listen!"

"I'm listening Geralt! You don't have anything else to say other than you came to save me. If it wasn't something after me, I would've never heard from you again. Am I lying?"

Geralt trailed off in silence knowing what she was saying is very true. After a couple of seconds he spoke." What you speak of is not true. I'm wanted by many, I didn't want to put you in harm's way."

"Geralt that is bullshit!" Nyla claim as shook her head in disbelief. Is she really hearing these words come out his mouth

"I'm sure you'd do a much better job of killing it then." He stood up from table, feeling regret and frustration. His tallness made Nyla melt but she had to keep her composure.

"You thought I was going to welcome you back with open arms? I'm angry with you Geralt! You're so self-absorbed. You only care about yourself!" Nyla voice started to raise not caring if it caught the crowd attention.

Geralt lets out angry groan. His icy white hair flowed as he walked pass her leaving. Nyla didn't want him to leave, honestly she was happy to see him but her anger got the best. She lets out an angry groan herself, " Fine!"

She balled up the paper that she used to take orders and tossed it to the back of his head. It hit his back, obviously not feeling it he continued walking out the door.

"Nyla can you refill-" Her manager starts as Nyla get closer to the bar. The manager doesn't likes her for whatever weird reason and uses every moment to patronize her.

"Shut the fuck up talking to me." Nyla cuts her eyes, grabbing the full beer glass so she can pass them out.

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It's hitting midnight which is what time the pub closes. As usual Nyla is the last to stay doing her normal. Consisting of wiping tables down, cleaning the windows and sweeping. When finished, she grabbed her things and locked the doors.

The night sky was clear as she saw the full moon above while walking out the town of Odin. Nyla loved the light from moon as it brighten the pathway home. Weirdly the town was quieter then usual, normally it would plenty townmens standing around the bonfire.

Maybe it was something in the air. It's only a ten minute walk from town and the surrounding forest area isn't too thick so Nyla isn't scared to walk by herself at time. It's just something about tonight that gave her this weird eerie feeling.

Hearing a dog whine astray her from being lost in thought. Nyla stopped so she could hear clearly, "Hello?"

The whining started again and she turned to her right, taking one foot off the path to get to the injured dog but the whine turn into a slow growl.

Nyla instantly stopped in her tracks beginning to speak out again, "Hel-"

She catch sight of a pair of orange eyes staring back, oh shit.

For a second out of fear, she stood there. A monstrous Barghest, orange eyes glowing with predatory intent, lunged. Its gnarled claws reached for her, the air crackling with its otherworldly power. She lets out a blood-curdling shriek beginning to run down the path.

Not to far from Nyla's home, stood Geralt as he was staking out behind her house. That scream grasps his attention, shaking him to the core. Without thought, he takes off towards the sound.

Nyla ran til she couldn't, as adrenaline rushes through her body. Nothing could make her look into the eyes of death. In the matter of what felt like hours, Geralt eyes of cat-like yellow, materialized from the shadows running towards. His silver sword gleamed in the moon light, he yelled for her "Nyla!"

That grabbed her attention, losing focusing on running, she tripped over a stone. Geralts leaps over her, sword drawn and at the ready.

"Your hunger ends here." Geralt growled, his voice a low rumble.

The Barghest roared, its attention diverted from Nyla. With a swift, graceful motion, Geralt sidestepped the beast's clawed attack, his sword dancing in a deadly ballet. Each strike was precise, each parry flawless.

Nyla, though terrified, found herself awed by the Witcher's skill. She'd heard tales of his prowess, but witnessing it firsthand was a different experience entirely. The battle raged, a symphony of steel on bone, of snarls and grunts. The forest echoed with the clash of the two adversaries, their every move a deadly dance.

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Nyla's small arm wrapped around Geralt's buff frame as she helped him into the house. Both covered in blood, she flung them to the couch. Tired is the understatement.

Whatever position they landed in, Gerald sat there with his eyes closed holding on to his bleeding torso. Nyla sat there as well til she relized that the couch was covered in blood. Oh well, she'll get him to throw it out in a hour or so, just not right now.

"Geralt."

"Hmm."

"We have to get you stitched up love."

"No it's fine, I'll heal."

"Geralt..."

"Nyla I'm fine, I promise." He opened his eyes, the yellow in his eyes didn't glow like when he's upset. Nyla expression softened as she grabbed his free hand. He squeezed her hand a little but, "Let's just get cleaned up."

Nyla doesn't respond but lets out a breathe she didn't know she held. She made way to the bathroom, prepping the hot bath water. Once finished, she got into the water then called for him. "The water is ready!" In two minutes, Geralt walks in the bathroom, getting in the tub. Nyla looks away in this moment, not it the mood for anything sexual.

Right now she just wants to cuddle this man. When he settled in the water she moved closer to him, placing a head on his shoulder. "I shouldn't have been so stubborn earlier. I'm sorry Geralt, thank you for saving me."

"No need to apologize Nyla." He wrapped his arm around her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I will aways come to your rescue." In this moment, the world was silent and all that matter was the steaming water against their skin.

"And I will always appreciate you for that." She spoke gently, her hand rubbed against his scars, amazed at his healing ability. Nyla leaned up from his loving brace, facing him. " I've really missed you Geralt."

" I've missed you too Nyla."

His deep voice made her heart flutter and Nyla averted her gaze, nervously . The Geralt of Rivia claim that he misses her. He gently placed a finger under her chin to make Nyla look to him.

Her heart pounded as their eyes locked, his golden eyes burning into her soul. She felt breathless. Not wasting a second, Geralt placed his lips onto hers.

Their bodies pulsed with the raw energy of their passion, every touch, a testament to their love. Nyla places her hand against his face, deepening the kiss. Geralt pulled her closer wishing he could mold their skin together so they never parted. He wanted to devour her, kissing her ever so passionately, wanting her to feel his love.

She meant everything to him.

As their lips parted, their foreheads rested against each other, their eyes filled with unspoken promises.

They were bound by a love that transcended words, a love that consumed them entirely.

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I know Geralt didn't have many lines, but remember he might not be the most expressive lover. It's his actions and unwavering dedication that speaks words.

Wow, I love the motivation I had for this cause it's crazy how I started on this in 2022 lol. I hope every one enjoy, I wish you the best holidays!

Stay slutty my friends!

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 44

Geralt is cursed to be a monstrous beast. He lives his days in solitude deep in the forest. It was relaxing, he'd try and convince himself, despite the reality being that it was very lonely and depressing. Jaskier is lost in the woods. Dreadfully lost. When something starts hunting him, he takes off like hell, which only makes whatever's chasing him want to chase him more. A monster leaps out at him, only for another monster, a bigger one, to crash into it and begin guarding Jaskier. The monster that saved him resembles a giant wolf, in a way, along with more unique 'beasty' traits.. When the aggressive creature is scared away, Jaskier thanks the damn monster, before noticing that it's hurt! His very own hero! Geralt is confused that the human he saved isn't afraid of him. He is now delicately cleaning his wound and promising to bring him food and flowers as long as Geralt continues to protect him when in the forest. Geralt doesn't think it's too bad a price to pay for food. Even if it's just small treats, given how much bigger than the man he is. Geralt likes Jaskier. When Jaskier realizes Geralt is too smart to just be some animal, things start getting complicated then.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Five times the Witchers learnt just how cat-like Aiden actually is

Biscuit making - Lambert

Lambert stared down at his friend, eyebrows raised in silent question as Aiden dozed lightly, plastered to Lambert so they were snuggled chest to chest in the small inn bed. He'd gotten used to Aiden purring in his sleep when the Cat witcher felt safe (and Lambert tried not to linger too long on how that made him feel) long ago but this…this was new.

The hands resting on Lambert's chest were rhythmically gripping and releasing the material of his shirt in tandem, the pinprick scratch of long, tougher than average fingernails just enough to feel through the fabric. It wasn't uncomfortable as such, in fact once he got used to it, when paired with the soft, barely audible purr it was actually quite relaxing.

Soon enough, Lambert found himself being pulled into sleep, either not caring or not realising that he himself had started letting out a steady stream of content rumbling of his own in response.

"Question for you, Cat."

Aiden didn't pause in lacing up his boots, "Ask away, Wolf."

"You know you were-" he clenched his fingers in imitation of the gesture, "I don't know - kneading - me last night?"

At that, Aiden did pause and Lambert had the feeling if he could blush he'd be bright red.

"I..shit. Sorry, I didn't even realise. I usually only do that around my siblings. I'll try to control it better."

"Didn't say it was a bad thing. " Lambert bumped his shoulder lightly against Aiden's, "I was just curious is all. I don't give a shit what you do, short of stabbing me."

Lambert tried to ignore the warmth blooming in his chest as Aiden let out a tiny purr.

Jumpscare - Eskel

Eskel hummed to himself as he bought in the last of the vegetables from the greenhouses for pickling. Glad to see that Aiden was already in the kitchen setting everything up and was currently busy with a keg of brine. Things had been a bit tense to start with when his little brother had rolled up with a Cat of all people but Aiden had made it very hard to not like him. If nothing else, he was always more than willing to lend a hand with chores - always a bonus when your home was in a near constant state of disrepair.

"Alright." Eskel said, dumping one of the sacks out onto the stone countertop, "That's the last of this year's crop. If we work quickly we should be done by-"

He was interrupted by a yowl next to him and if Aiden was an actual cat, Eskel would be inclined to think somebody had just stepped on his tail. Whirling around he saw no sign of the other Witcher. Until he looked up just in time to see Aiden hauling himself up to fully perch on one of the rafters, glaring at Eskel's haul.

"Eh...Aiden?"

"Get those things away from me." The Cat hissed pointing accusingly.

Now Eskel was even more confused, all that was there was a perfectly innocent pile of….

"You mean these?" He held up one of the cucumbers, causing Aiden to growl low in his throat in response. Eskel hastily dropped it again, "Ok, ok. I'll put these away for now and we can work on the beetroot instead. Ok?"

Aiden nodded but still refused to leave his perch until the offending items had been shoved back into the sack and into a cupboard.

Soundlessly, he grabbed a knife and began to peel and chop the beetroot.

"Cat thing?"

"Cat thing."

Zoomies - Geralt

Geralt couldn't sleep. Again. He was nowhere near desperate enough to go down the Djinn route again but by the Gods it was starting to get annoying. He just wanted one night where his mind wouldn't keep throwing up scenarios where he failed his responsibilities to Ciri, Yen, Jaskier, his brothers…he was just one man for fucks sake.

He decided to go check on the animals, Eskel had mentioned that the fence on one of the goat pens could do with repairs but it was already getting dark by the time he'd noticed. It was on the list for the following morning but his brother would be heartbroken if any of them had gotten loose and hurt in the meantime.

Turns out Geralt wasn't the only one feeling restless. As he entered the courtyard he caught sight of a figure seemingly in the middle of running laps along the wall. Too lithe to be Eskel or Lambert, too tall to be Ciri, it had to be Aiden. Geralt stopped for a second, unsure why until he realised. Aiden was moving fast.. too fast to be running it safely in the dark and frost. Even for a Witcher, that could be a broken leg or concussion at least if he fell.

As if the Gods had been reading his thoughts, Aiden lost his footing and soundlessly tumbled down onto the cobbles of the courtyard, landing in a heap. Only to bounce back up immediately as if nothing had happened and continue running laps at ground level instead.

Geralt felt his brow furrow as he continued watching, what the fuck?

"Couldn't sleep either?"

Aiden had come to a stop in front of him, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and eyes darting around ceaselessly as he almost seemed to be vibrating in his own skin and using all of his self control to stay still and talk.

Geralt hummed in response before gesturing to the wall "You do that often?"

Aiden looked slightly sheepish as if he expected to be reprimanded, "Only a couple of times since I've been here. The mutagens. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to combust there and then if I don't move , for some reason it's worse at night. I think there was something meant to make us nocturnal, at least partially anyway. If I were on the path I'd go hunting or just go run pell mell in the woods for a bit. Doing that on an unfamiliar mountain didn't seem like the smartest thing though. I'm reckless, not suicidal."

Geralt huffed a laugh, "Well, don't let me stop you. Just don't make us find you lying out here with your skull cracked open in the morning."

Aiden gave a mock salute before going to mount the wall again, "Remind me to tell you about Cat Trials. Trust me, a fall from this is nothing. You could always run a couple of laps with me if you want? It's just, you look as if you could use something to tire you out too."

Geralt shrugged. At this point, why the fuck not?

Chirp - Jaskier

"Melitele's tits, it's cold. I mean, it. Is. COLD." Jaskier proclaimed as the two of them closed the door on the snow storm they'd just left, moving to hang his cloak and hood by the fire in the great hall, "I swear, if you and Lambert ever decide you're heading South for the winter I'm coming with you. Geralt can freeze his tits off up here alone, he'll survive. Unlike me. "

Aiden said nothing, although the bard had been around enough Witchers by now to know his companion was probably silently laughing at him as he removed his own cloak. Jaskier tsk'd at the snow clinging to Aiden's hair and moved to brush it out without thinking. The Cat let out a small but clearly audible "mrrrp" and momentarily pushed into the hand before he caught himself. He turned to face Jaskier, who was grinning at him like both Yule and his birthday had come early.

"Oh, well. That is just precious! " He exclaimed, clapping his hands together excitedly like a small child who's just been shown a magic trick, "Oh my dear, if all Cat Witchers make such adorable noises I may have a new favourite school. Do you all do that or is it just some of you? Purring's a given, every Witcher I've met purrs to some degree or other."

Aiden caught Coen's eye, the other Witcher flashing him a smirk which said 'You're on your own'

"That's it, I've decided! I'm making it my mission this winter to find out just how cat-like you are!"

"Do that and I'll hide your lute up in the rafters." Aiden said with no real heat, the Bard trailing after him asking questions about tables and glassware, distracted (for now) from the coldness of the Keep.

If I fits… - Vesemir

Vesemir basked in the quiet. There were perks to being one of the first ones to wake in the mornings. As much as he loved having his boys back safe and sound for the winter, after months alone the constant noise could become a little overwhelming at times, making these moments of quiet solitude all the more precious.

He made his way to the laundry room with an armful of bedding he'd found which probably hadn't been washed since the previous winter if the stale smell was anything to go by. No matter.

He quirked an eyebrow at the closed laundry hamper. He was certain he'd opened the lid earlier unless old age and senility were finally starting to get to him. Dumping the dirty sheets on the ground to free his hands he lifted the lid again.

And was greeted by Aiden blinking sleepily up at him, disturbed by the sudden brightness. Vesemir briefly took a moment to try and figure out what manner of contortion he'd used to cram himself into a space the boys had struggled to fit in even as adolescents before catching Aiden's eye. The two held eye contact as Aiden tilted his head in silent question, still half asleep. Vesemir wordlessly lowered the lid again in response before walking away shaking his head. It was too early for his boy's antics.

[catscraftsandcommentary]

Can't remember if I've made this post before, but eh, why not repeat.

The Accidental Warlord AU needs a daycare/nursery at Kaer Morhen, SPECIFICALLY so that Geralt can go play with all the babies, toddlers, small children, etc and hide from his responsibilities.

Just IMAGINE how adorable he'd be, buried in little tykes, play-wrestling with them, or reading to them, or cuddling them to sleep.

Their parents come to pick them up, and are immediately like "....uh, I need to have FIVE DOZEN MORE CHILDREN NOW, just so I can hang them off the horribly terrifying Warlord of the North, who can be completely disarmed with exactly ONE (1) small child."

After about the fifth time that various members of the council have to pry Geralt away from the nursery, the children start hiding him.

Well. Attempting to hide him.

Please imagine:

Eskel has been sent to fetch both Geralt and Jaskier, who had previously been sent to fetch the runaway lord. He walks in to find

- 1 suspiciously Warlord sized lump, covered in a truly hideous afghan (it was an early project of Ciri's, Geralt adores it but made the mistake of taking it to the nursery ONCE and has never been able to able to reclaim it since)

- 3 gleefully giggling children sitting atop said suspiciously-sized blanket-covered lump

- one missing Consort instructing said children - and several stuffed animals - on proper tea party etiquette (he may or may not be playing his lute - I bet one of his spares has made its way down there after how many times Geralt has hidden among the children)

- one Consort's bodyguard (Aubry) with two toddlers in his lap and three more cuddled close, all listening to a story about birds (illustrated by Aleksander, obviously)

And if you think that Eskel escapes the tea party ding dong you're wrong

[dapandapod]

Concept:

Geralt works in an aquarium, near the biggest fish tank.

Jaskier is a newly hired mermaid performer

Geralt was not told about this

In my dreams, it's still Mermay 2023. Husshhh time is fake. ANYWAY here it is! Thank you @magdelanesingerin helping me beta read <3 and thank you Ella-la for the prompt! It was a lot of fun! Please enjoy <3 On Ao3 here

Technically, Geralt does not work with humans. As in, he’s not there to provide care to humans.

Most of his coworkers are human, yes, but that is not the point. He did not start working here to serve people stale sandwiches and sparkling water.

Geralt knows every inch of the aquarium, knows every work position available.

He knows how to do everything, despite actually being there for the more excotic species of aquatic animals, usually with many teeth. Pros and Cons of working with the family, he supposes.

The years he has spent out in the field and all the late nights he worked with his doctor's thesis, all the scars from times he spent crawling through knee deep water that stank of sulfur and decay, only to find his arm swallowed to the elbow by something very small with big hubris-- all of that is put to perfect use as he wraps yet another dry, overpriced sandwich, or scoops yet another ice cream.

The reason he actually stays, despite the screaming children and the sweating parents and the bored teenagers and the entitled grandparents and the weird work tasks he gets assigned, is the way a young girl's face lights up when Geralt holds up a frog, big enough for him to have to use both hands.

Or the way the sullen teen beams when one of their rare giant butterflies lands on their hands. Or when he can hold an audience captive while showing them something new and exciting and incredibly nerdy about his sharks.

Geralt loves his sharks.

Due to every summer reason ever, Geralt has sadly been called away from his animal related daytime tasks to cover shifts where their usual summer employees are out sick. Which seems to be most of this month.

Where he stands right now, in the very small and very understaffed little kiosk, he has an excellent view of the shark tank, at least. As the aquarium has grown in popularity, so has their shark tank, his pride and joy.

Coën had explained to him excitedly that their new tank would have a much bigger viewing area, and seating area, almost like a little theater. To allow for future opportunities, he had said, and Geralt thought of the way he would be allowed to show off his beauties through the window and almost got excited himself.

It is unusually crowded today, and a lot of people are gathering around the viewing area and are chattering.

It's so loud, their voices bouncing around the room and amplifying, and it's hard to hear the woman in front of him inexplicably order their largest latte and a lactose free cheese sandwich.

Luckily, Milva is coming in soon to cover the rest of the shift, so Geralt can finally get back behind the tanks, out of sight of all the people.

But before he can, the clock strikes one, music blares through the speakers the speakers, and one of the employees he knows from birthday parties steps out with a microphone. It makes Geralt frown, because this is new.

Usually, the show around the big tank would involve a kid friendly lesson about the fish and aquatic animals in their tank, sometimes accompanied by a sweaty Lambert in a mascot suit.

This time, however, there is dreamy music, the lights are lowered even more, and the employee is talking about the magical beings living in the deep, out of sight of human eyes.

See, Geralt is a man of science.

He knows there are mythical and magical things in the depths, having been up close and personal with a few. But this sounds like they are setting up for some kind of misinformed children’s movie.

Which is why Geralt's jaw is somewhere around floor level, when an actual mermaid- wait no, merman, swims up to the glass, waving at the children.

Milva has to elbow him out of the way so she can serve the next customer, while Geralt stares at the Merman flitting around in his beloved shark tank.

The sharks stay clear, because even if the merman's tail is beautiful, it is still striped much like a dragon fish, warning all of them not only with his size, but also with his pattern and coloring, that he is dangerous.

Yet his smile is wide, his claws retracted to tap a smooth fingertip at the glass and wave at the crowd with a webbed hand.

His hair is chestnut brown, matching the pattern riding up along his back, with specks of gold dancing on his skin and in his blue, very blue eyes.

Geralt somehow finds himself by the rail to the seating area, and the merman's eyes lock with his.

As they do, they widen a fraction, and the smile turns into a smirk. The merman winks, and turns, swimming in a pirouetting circle as the employee narrates his movements.

As he swims, the light dances over muscle and bone and scale, the crowd around him making ‘Oooh’ and ‘Aaah’ noises. He is beautiful.

The merman keeps showing off, his many long fins twirling around him like ribbons in the calm water. It is mesmerizing, and as the show is coming to a close, Geralt hurries to the back area and towards the tank.

He gets intercepted by Lambert, of course, who steps in front of him with a shit eating grin spread wide across his smug face.

"Like the new show, did you, pretty boy?" Lambert says, sly eyes watching him.

"I didn't realize we had a new show." Geralt grumbles. "I need to-"

"-Go and ask our new pretty fish boy intrusive questions, yes I know. Just remember he is not a science project."

With a pat on Geralt's shoulder, Lambert walks past him and intothe guest area.

"Oh, and ask him for his number. Literally everybody in the room saw that wink," he throws over his shoulder as he goes.

Geralt feels his ears burn as he moves forward again, because yeah, that wink felt very... yeah. Words fail him, which is a bit unfortunate, seeing as he is just arriving at the stairs to the tank.

Climbing them, he tries to remember what he planned to do in the first place, other than, as Lambert called it, 'ask intrusive questions'.

As he reaches the top of the stairs, the merman is just climbing out of the tank, assisted by Eskel. Once again, Geralt feels his jaw drop, noticing that his tail is now legs.

Long legs. Bare legs, that goes up, up, and lucky for all of them, the rest of the view is quickly hidden by a towel wrapped around a slim waist.

"Figures," he hears Eskel snort, "Jaskier, this is Geralt, our aquatic expert."

They are on separate ends of the room, the tank between them, but the world narrows down to just the two of them.

There is, and always has been, a specific mood to the rooms that houses the the big tanks.

The way the water reflects light, sending it dancing on the walls and ceiling, how it softens shadows, how it can be dark but bright at the same time; Geralt has always did found it a little romantic.

Which isn't something he would ever confess to unless he was swimming in alcohol, or so sleep deprived he didn’tt even know his own name, but it is there, simmering in the back of his mind.

Especially now as he is standing there in the soft, romantic light with a man, who was just a merman, looking back at him as if he has discovered the world anew. He can even pretend that the humming of pumps and gurgling of water filters and dripping of pipes are an orchestra, a symphony to accompany a first meeting.

Alright, that is overdoing it, but still.

Behind Jaskier, Eskel is rolling his eyes so hard his body moves with it.

"Every. Frickin. Time. Jaskier, good job, don't forget to wash off before you get dressed. Let's talk after... after. Later. I do not want to be here right now."

Eskel leaves, patting Jaskier's shoulder, who only nods and waves absently, eyes still fixed at Geralt.

When Eskel is gone, disappearing through another door leading to more, smaller tanks and the food prep area, Geralt finally finds he can move.

It is oddly silent, except for the metallic sound of his shoes hitting the maze of walkways hanging above the tank. He stops, even before he has turned the corner to the final stretch.

"Hi," he manages after a few seconds too long.

The corner of Jaskier's mouth tugs up into a smile, and he reaches for another towel hanging on a hook on the wall.

"Hi," he echoes, his voice just a little raspy. Jaskier wraps the towel around his shoulders, using a corner to dry his hair. "So, you are the Geralt that I have heard so much about."

Geralt blinks. He did not expect people to have mentioned him, but then again, they might actually have warned Jaskier of him.

"Ah. Sorry. I can be uh... less than tactful when something grabs my interest."

Jaskier tilts his head even more and takes a step closer to him.

"So did I? Grab your interest, I mean."

Shit. Fuck. Shit fuck shit.

"I have never met a merman before." Geralt says stiffly, ears burning something fierce, and Jaskier looks amused.

Jaskier steps closer; his feet probably hurt from walking barefoot on the metal grating of the walkway but he doesn't stop until he is close enough to Geralt to stretch out his hand.

"Well then. My name is Jaskier, as you might have gathered. Nice to meet you! Though, I am not full mer, actually."

Interesting.

Geralt shakes his hand, noticing the tips of Jaskier’s fingers are a little rough against the back of his hand.

"Is that why you have... uh..."

"Legs?" Jaskier supplies helpfully. Geralt is still shaking his hand. "In part, yes. Some Mer have a splash of elven blood, granting them the ability to choose."

Geralt should stop shaking his hand. He really should. Their eyes are still locked, and Jaskier is still giving him that amused smile.

"You can stop shaking my hand now," he reminds Geralt, but doesn’t pull his hand back.

"Right. Yes. Right. Sorry." Geralt manages to let go, and is infinitely happy Eskel has left the room, though no doubt Lambert will look at the security footage for later. Shit.

As soon as Geralt manages to break the stare into the man’s eyes, he notices the next problem. Jaskier is pretty much naked, barely covered by the towels, revealing skin, chest hair, and the hint of a tattoo along his ribs and on one thigh.

He wants to ask about that, if it transfers to his fins or not. But as he stares, he also realizes Jaskier is shivering slightly. He's an idiot.

"I uh. Should leave you to get dressed. There is a shower in the changing rooms. Uhm. Can I get you a coffee or something? Later?"

Jaskier smiles that amused smile of his while Geralt is kicking himself internally. Words never were his thing, no, but this is ridiculous.

"As in bring me a coffee, or drink a coffee together with me?"

"Whichever you are comfortable with. Sorry, I am not making a good impression here."

"You are very cute, if that helps." Jaskier says, and Geralt blinks, stunned.

When he fails to reply, Jaskier pulls his towel tighter around himself, and nods.

"Right. So, I'll go shower, and we’ll pretend I never said that. And I'll see you later. For coffee."

Jaskier’s ears are slightly red, and Geralt wants to pretend it’s from their conversation, not from being cold.

Geralt nods, and flees before he can put his foot in his mouth any further, and only after he is half way down the stairs does he realize that he forgot to ask if Eskel showed Jaskier where the changing rooms are.

Too late now, he absolutely won’t go back and risk walking in on a very naked Jaskier. Nope.

When Geralt steps into the public area again, the crowds are slowly thinning out, now that the show is over.

Parents are herding kids towards bathrooms and other viewing areas, and Geralt decides that he needs to find something just a little better than the staff room coffee machine.

It feels a little cheap to go with the aquarium café, and he realizes he doesn't even know how Jaskier likes his coffee. Geralt himself has a sweet tooth, and very few ever believe that at first sight.

He decides to stand and awkwardly waits until Jaskier comes back out.

He manages to work himself up as he waits, overthinking until he’s standing there frowning and glaring at the wall when Jaskier emerges at last.

Quirking an eyebrow, Jaskier hoists his dufflebag a bit higher on his shoulder.

"You good?"

"Hmm. What kind of coffee do you like?" Geralt asks, before he can say something dumb.

"Black as tar, so anything is good." Jaskier smiles. See? You never know what to expect, even with sunshine incarnated.

Geralt nods, and leads the way to the little kiosk where he was working just a few, life-changing minutes before. .

Milva smiles gleefully at Geralt when it's their turn, and hands them a coffee black as tar, and for Geralt, coffee with milk and three sugar cubes.

Instead of sitting down, they put away Jaskier's bag and wander around the aquarium. It turns out he never had the chance to look around before diving in for his first show.

Geralt tries to not ask all the intrusive questions bubbling up in his head, his scientific curiosity temporarily pushed down by the way Jaskier coos at tiny crabs and little fishes in weird shapes and colors.

At last, Jaskier informs him that he can't stay any longer, that he has band practice after his show, and should have gone already.

"But I'll see you again, Geralt," Jaskier promises with a smile. "Next week. Unless you want to grab a bite sometime?"

Jaskier's ears are red again, and Geralt can feel his own face getting warm.

"I'd like that," he mumble, and Jaskier beams. They exchange numbers, just in case Geralt had anything else to ask.

Not one minute after Jaskier leaves, waving over his shoulder, Lambert is on him.

"Getting some tail, are you, pretty boy?" Lambert grins, and Geralt elbows him away.

"If you say anything ever again, I'll show Aiden all your drunk texts," he threatens, which he knows will only work for a few days.

Geralt risks sending a text that same night, and Jaskier replies only a few minutes after.

They have a lunch scheduled in a few days, and Geralt doesn't dare call it a date, not yet, no matter what Eskel says.

When Geralt goes to sleep later that night, he dreams of blue eyes, of chestnut brown and gold specks glimmering in the underwater light.

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 2nd Decmeber - 8th Decmeber

Once again late, but hey ho, here it is anyway. I have absolutly no organisational skills lol.

But anyway, recs <3

Wild Wings - DomesticGoddess - The Hobbit @domesticgoddesswriter, (Bilbo/Thorin, another amazing fic by DG, and its a WING FIC< and one of my favs!)

Summary: Wounded and stranded in a strange forest, Thorin finds himself in the care of a lovebird, a reclusive and mysterious race. He’s not impressed. His host appears backward and primitive. But Bilbo seems content enough to play caretaker while Thorin heals, and that is a mercy. Isolated with the halfling, Thorin has little to do besides navigate the barriers between them and learn more about his host. The more he learns, the more he finds himself drawn to the selfless, hardworking hobbit.

But how can he be sure that this growing attraction between them is anything more than an intimacy brought on by isolation? Besides, Thorin’s a king. He’ll have to return to his kingdom, and Bilbo has never left the forest.

old cat, new tricks - Shy_Urban_Hobbit - The Witcher (Aiden/Lambert, a cute look at the differences in cat and wolf schools)

Summary: Aiden witnesses his first 'fight' between the Wolves and is beyond confused. It's never too late to learn how to play though, right?

Married at first sight - TracingPatterns - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, this was such a fin read, and for someone who doesnt watch relaity shows, reading about them is much more fun for me personally)

Summary: Usually, a romance story ends when the couple say I do, but in this case, that is where it starts. Can you marry a total stranger and still make it work? Can a group of experts really find your perfect match? And how do you stay true to yourself when your every move is caught on camera?

The Kitchen Thief - mordelle - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, different first meeting by the amazing @mordellestories, seriously, everyone check it out!)

Summary: There are pests. At first, Thorin thought one of his assistants was stealing from him. And that may have been why he was a bit harsher on them than what was deemed necessary. But one by one, the workers were replaced only for the goods to keep vanishing into thin air. It was driving him to madness. And when Thorin wasn’t at peace, everyone knew it. So, it had to be pests, right? Pixies, brownies, rats, something was pilfering his hard work and it was happening more often as time went by.

Not So Small a Thing - HerdingFlowers - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All (Geralt/Jaskier, I adore deaging fics and little Jaskier is precious asf)

Summary: What is a witcher to do when he finds himself with a baby bard on his hands?

Take him to Kaer Morhen, of course.

An Infinte Ocean - orphan_account - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, muggle au, I hope whoever wrote this one day sees that this is my ultimute HP comfort fic. I adore everyhting about it and iM so grateful tey wrote it!)

Simmary: Remus Lupin knows two things--working and caring for his son, Teddy. When his babysitter sets up crowdfunding so Teddy can go swim with the sea turtles at the local animal rescue, Remus doesn't realise how completely their life is going to change. Especially when he meets Sirius Black, the weekend merman in the aquatic show, and someone who might convince him of love at first sight.

So, I hope you had a good week, and see you sometime tomorrow (or after lol)

So, I only wrote two fics last week, but thats alright, everyone slows downa t some point right?

Seven goats and a cow (Geralt/Jaskier, written from this amazing prompt from @odde11eth)

Summary: Jaskier is excited to spend winter at Kear Morhen and to ask Vesemir for Geralt's hand in marriage.

Vesemir does not aprove and sets Jaskier 3 all but impossible for mostly-human bards to complete.

Will Jaskier succeed?

And finally Our ghostly hearts reach for one another - Lucigoo89 - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial, Prompt #281 - Ripple effect)

Summry: Bilbo is old, and fells so alone. If only he could see Thorin again. Hold him one last time.

Maybe in his dreams.

Take care all <3

[astxroiid]

being married to jaskier // headcanon -- from this request

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❥ first things first: the proposal.

it was more beautiful and well thought out than you thought possible. -- he’d rather excitedly led you out to the forest and into a field. -- light from the candles he’d placed on stumps danced across the grass, though the light from the full moon would’ve sufficed. -- Jaskier had flowers placed in a circle around a large blanket on the ground and a basket full of foods set atop the blanket and beside and ornate bottle of wine. -- you both ate and drank first, though you had no idea what was coming. -- he spoke of old times and adventures you’d went on together, you admired his charm. -- when he took a knee, you were shocked enough that you dropped your bread on the blanket.

❥ his speech was heartfelt and absolutely beautiful. -- naturally after you said yes you kissed him which turned to something heated as you made love on the forest floor.

❥ he’s a sucker for clichés, so he definitely carries you through the door much to your dismay.

“Jask! Put me down! M’not a child!” -- “But, my love, it’s tradition.”

❥ he’s an absolute gentleman.

massaging you after hard days and bringing you a drink while he does. -- some mornings he brings you breakfast in bed and some days you do the same for him.

❥ it’s a cohesive and fair relationship and the best one you’ve ever been in.

❥ he’s an absolute sweetheart when you’re sick

“are you sure you’re okay, darling? I can get you more soup or a warm towel or—” -- “—Jask. Honey, I’m okay. I promise, I won’t die.”

❥ begging you for a child.

"But imagine a mini us? They'd be adora-" -- "that sounds like a nightmare, jask. Not right now." -- secretly your pregnant.

❥ your house is amazing.

you have infinite time to decorate and design. -- candles everywhere, cozy furniture strategically placed. -- the fireplace almost always burning because jaskier had to choose a cold place to live. -- it's fine though, you enjoy the cold (most of the time).

❥ having geralt over all the time.

you've trained him to take his muddy shoes off before coming inside, but figuring out what to do with his blood soaked clothes is another thing. -- he always compliments your home. -- geralt is the sweetest to you. -- "jaskier, your wife looks especially lovely this evening, wouldn't you say?" -- "i would say she looks especially wonderful every day." -- there's a designated room in the back for geralt to crash in, and a designated box for all the clothes he brings in covered in gods-know what liquid. -- it's Jaskier's job to wash them. -- "why must i?" -- "because. He's your best friend, and you get to clean up behind him." You smile.

❥ having a small farm with plenty of sources for food.

you gave each of the hens nature-themed names. -- the two cows got named daisy and dandy. -- your favorite group to harvest will always be the strawberries, stealing some to eat in the moment being a habit by now.

❥ jaskier got a dog to heard the sheep.

he named him Bailey and taught him how to sit, lay, and shake within the first 2 weeks. -- he cuddles up to the two of you at night, keeping you both warm. -- his best friend is a brown sheep named Jack. "Jaskier, your dog just farted." You say, half asleep in the dark of the bedroom. -- "no, love, that was me." He says apologetically.

❥ going on vacations and making geralt take care of the house and animals for you.

"And where is the dog's bed?" geralt asks, begrudgingly. -- "oh he sleeps in the bed with us usually." Jaskier quips. -- "great." -- and even though geralt seems displeased with Bailey, everytime you leave and come back home you find the two cuddled up together in bed. Fast asleep.

❥ vacations to the beach every summer.

there's a little hut jaskier build a couple years back that you share, usually opting to sleep under the stars anyway. -- swimming together every single day your out there. -- catching and cooking seafood. -- always bringing home extras for Bailey and geralt. -- you collect a sea shell each year you go, making a memorial wall for all the trips.

❥ the love songs jaskier writes during married life are some of the best in his career.

every new song gets massive cheers and applause from any crowd in a tavern that hears it. -- of course every song is about you. How you'll they not be? -- Jaskier hasn't wrote a sad song since the day he said his vows.

❥ he's a total bed hog.

jaskier and Bailey both, though mainly Jaskier takes up almost the entirety of the bed, tangling himself in the blankets. -- and yet, he feels bad every morning he wakes up and sees you on the edge of the bed, curled in a ball. -- you never mind, staying asleep for all of it.

❥ and somehow, the most obnoxious man you ever met became the best man you'll ever know.

omfg I'm so sorry that took me so long to write for you, love! that writers block came from nowhere jfc.

[cosmos-coma]

was thinking all night of an eskel request, and i think i finally got one! eskel pining for the reader while at kaer morhen for the winter, maybe some teasing from the other witchers? super in the mood for fluff, so if you get around to this, extra cuteness plsss and thank you!

Before the Snow is Gone

A/N: My friend I will ALWAYS be happy to write up your requests. I'll admit that I really struggled with this one for some reason, but I hope I made it comedic and fluffy for you!

Pairing: Eskel X Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: bit of angst and depression (from Eskel)

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Geralt and Lambert poked their head around the frame of the kitchen door as another sigh came from the room. There they watched Eskel look forlornly into the stew pot as he stirred, his eyes and thoughts somewhere far from here. 

“Is he still sighing about missing his lover?” Lambert whispered to his white-haired brother, watching as Eskel began rummaging through the spice jars, looking depressed at each and every option.

“He’s been like this for 2 weeks and we’re only a month into winter... Even Lil Bleater can’t cheer him up like she used to.” Geralt said, shaking his head as he watched his brother finally settle on a spice and add it to the pot. 

“What are we looking at?” Asked Yennefer's voice as her head appeared between the two men. 

“Is Eskel moping again?” Jaskier asked now, his head poking out above everyone else’s. 

Geralt blinked as he looked up at his bard. “Jask, you’re shorter than I am. How are you-?” 

“I’m standing on a chair…” he admitted as everyone pulled away from the doorway to talk face to face. 

“There has to be something we can do. I don't want to eat sad stew again.” Lambert complained with arms crossed. 

Yennefer was the first to pipe up this time, “I... think I may have an idea..”

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Lil Bleater propped herself up on his legs, baaing and begging for attention as Eskel took care of the other stable animals. She huffed when she didn’t immediately get the petting she craved and stamped her feet against him. 

“I’m sorry, Kiddo… I guess I’m just not really here right now.” He said as he finally took the time to pause and look down at her frustrated grunts. Another sigh left his lips as he kneeled down to pet her and jostle her horns in a weak effort to play. He knew he wasn’t being any fun lately and he knew everyone else could see it. Hell, Vesemir even tried to have a talk with him the other week, but it had little effect. 

He couldn’t help it if he missed you so greatly. He had spent his warmer months being by your side as much as he could. Memorizing your voice, your eyes, and the feel of your hand in his as much as he could so it would all be perfect in his memory when winter came. 

But now… now it was only making it more glaringly obvious that you really weren't by his side. That you weren’t truly there to whisper to him in the dead of night when he can't sleep, nor to smile at him as you simply passed by. 

“I don't know what I'm gonna do for the rest of the winter, Bleater… it’s getting hard just to get out of bed each morning, let alone go through my chores.” He mumbled softly to the bright-eyed kid. “I’m a witcher, you know? I should be better than this… I’ve faced vampires, and dragons, so-” he paused for a moment as he idly scratched Lil Bleater’s chin.  “So why is it so hard to leave...? Even when I know I’ll be back…”

Lil Bleater only quietly baaed in response, trying to soothe her dedicated caretaker, but not sure how. So she does what all goats do best- she chews on his fingers. 

Another sigh from the soft-hearted witcher, this time with a small smile, “I Love them so much…” he mumbled out, getting lost in his own thoughts again, until an unexpected voice pulled him back with a snap. 

“I Love you too, Eskel.” 

He blinked as he heard it. That was… your voice…? That was your voice! It was you! Eskel spun around to face where the sound came from and nearly dropped Lil Bleater back to the ground when he saw you.

There you stood in the open stable doors, wrapped in your warm winter clothes, cheeks ruddy from the cold, and a big bundle of clothes in your hands. Your breath puffed up in front of your face as you dropped your bag and ran straight into his arms. 

Eskel could hardly contain his excitement as your beaming face came running into his embrace. “You’re here..! but, how…?” Eskel asked, hugging you tight against his chest and drinking in your scent. Soft kisses pressed against your forehead and your temple as you tried to answer, but you couldn't get your words out past the laughter bubbling from you.

“We thought you could use a visit...” came Yennefers voice as she also drifted into view of the stable doors, followed by Geralt, Lambert, and Jaskier. “You’ve been moping about for weeks now and I figured it's easy enough to conjure a portal,” she shrugged, “I open up another portal Home in a few days, so enjoy it.” 

“Geralt, Lambert, and I are also gonna take care of your chores, so you can enjoy your time together.” Jaskier chimed in with a thumbs up and that characteristic charming smile,“and that time starts now, so go on and get out of here! Shoo! Go be gross and in love,” he said, quickly ushering you two out and tossing your bundle of clothes at Eskel. 

Laughter trailed behind you two as Eskel led you inside so you could settle down. However, Eskel rumbled with quiet excitement, and as quick as you settled he was taking your hand to show you everything about the keep. From the kitchen to the armory and everything in between, your beloved witcher just wanted to share every part of his childhood home that he held dear on your first visit. 

“I missed you so much” You mumbled as you took a pause from reading. 

Eskel had finally snuck you away to the Keep’s library at the end of the tour so you two could spend the perfect first evening together. Hot chocolate filled your mugs and your sweet whispers filled the air as you read to him. His head lay tenderly on your chest as he soaked in the warmth of your presence. The fire crackled softly before you and everything was just as it should be. 

“I missed you too… I’m glad you finally get to visit after hearing about it so much” he lifted his head to smile up at you, that notch in his lip tugging it into a larger grin. “And we’ll make the most of our time here. I promise. We can do anything you want- build snowmen, ice skate-” 

“Even just cuddle up under a blanket to fight off the cold…?” you offered with a shake of your head and a chuckle, “I don't care what we do, Eskel, as long as I can be next to you. We could spend the entire visit cleaning up horse shit and- as long as I don’t get any on my face- then I would still consider it an amazing time.”

Eskel’s chest rumbled with laughter that easily passed through your whole body, “I mean- that can be arranged…” 

An even stronger laugh emanated from him as you poked him in the ribs and frowned, “I think I’d rather fall in the lake, Esk. Let’s just take this day by day, okay?” you asked, running your fingers through that lovely dark hair of his. “I love you so much, Eskel. No matter what we do or how far away you are or how hard it is that I can’t see you.” 

You smiled as you pressed a soft kiss to his slightly chapped lips,“and I love knowing that I’ll be able to see you again as soon as the first flowers bloom.”

“Oh, Darling,” Eskel smiled, his expression easy and light as his honey-like eyes melted your heart into a sweet puddle, “I’ll be at your door long before the snow is even gone.” 

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Taglist: @writingmysanity @open--till--midnight (<3) @dark-academia-slut @madamemelancholysstuff

[veryace-ficrecs]

Animal Transformation fic recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

One Piece

Cat’s Cradle by Hazel_Athena - Rated T

In which a run in with a new Devil Fruit user leaves Sanji with an unexpectedly furry problem.

stay by itsmylifekay - Not Rated

Sanji doesn't know what he's done in a past life to deserve this, but somehow when Zoro gets turned into a cat he's the one stuck on babysitting duty. How someone that small can cause so much trouble, he'll never understand. But even after all the hell he's put through, he still manages to fall in love.

raise ev'ry fallen star by greenyogurtelephant - Rated T

“I’m supposed to be finding this guy, Prince Sanji of Germa,” Zoro explained, figuring he might as well be honest with the rabbit about his initial impressions of the missing royal. “Typical, right?” he grinned. “More like the Prince of Dumbass Kingdom, wandering off and getting lost. Moron’s probably so coddled he couldn’t even fight his way out from under wet bread.” The rabbit glared up at him from behind the heavy fringe of tawny hair, its nose scrunching indignantly. Zoro ran a finger over the handsome face depicted on the curling paper. "But something about it doesn’t seem quite right,” he admitted softly, voicing his doubts aloud for the first time. “While the honorable thing for me to do is complete the quest… I’d like to hear his reasons for leaving when I find him. Sometimes lost things should stay lost.”

X-Men

Humane Society by smilebackwards - Rated M

Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.

serious koala business by chiasmus, stlkrchck - Rated G

Erik has no particular fondness for animals, so he isn't entirely sure what to think when Charles is turned into a stuffed bear. I’m alive, not stuffed, Charles points out, and a koala, for your information, which isn’t technically a bear.

Guided by bad_peppermint - Rated G

Charles - telepath, youngest tenured Columbia professor of all time, blind - is very happy with his life. Or he was, until someone turned his guide dog into a man.

My Hero Acadamia

as small as an elephant by feelingstabby - Rated T

Izuku’s lip is trembling, and he hates it. Sensei just doesn’t understand. He doesn’t see what Izuku does every time he closes his eyes. “If you are incapable of following basic orders,” Aizawa says, sounding like the storm outside, “you can give up your dream of being a reliable hero.” The harsh words are another nail in the coffin, and when thunder breaks around them, Izuku thinks he does too. Or, the one where Izuku and his sensei are turned into cats and have to learn to trust each other while struggling to find their way back home.

When I Said Being a Cat Would Be Nice, This Isn't What I Meant by lostintheclouds321 - Rated G

During an unexpected villain attack, Shouta finds himself in an unfamiliar area suddenly turned into a cat of all things. Before he can even begin to enjoy this transformation or try to find his friend, he's cornered by a group of middle schoolers and has to be rescued by none other than Midoriya Izuku.

Regrets™: Yagi Toshinori Rendition by Hayato (TheLennyBunny) - Rated T

Toshinori meant to catch the villain, not be caught by his Quirk. He guessed this was his life now. At least he had feet.

The Witcher

this animal i have become by splendidlyimperfect - Rated T

“Look,” Jaskier says, holding his hands up in surrender as he slowly approaches the wolf. “I’m really just trying to help you. It’s the least I can do for you saving those people, but honestly, I can’t do much if you bite my hands off.” The wolf, which stands nearly half Jaskier’s height and is bleeding heavily where the crossbow bolt is sticking out of its leg, bares its teeth and snarls.   “Oh, knock it off,” Jaskier grumbles irritably. “I’ve been growled at plenty; you don’t scare me.”  Six months after Jaskier leaves Geralt on the mountain, he finds another white wolf.

rare species by winterbucky (WinterLadyy) - Rated T

Almost 2 years after the moutain, Geralt is coping. He's fine. He's making great decisions like taking a contract on an ice troll at the start of winter, in the mountains. The hunt goes wrong and he finds himself dying in a ravine, covered in snow, cold and alone. And then, like an angel descenting from heaven, is the cat. A rare species of cat, a snow leopard that seems determined to keep Geralt alive, even against his own wishes. Geralt can do nothing but let him, and maybe talk - he was always better at talking to animals and he has many regrets to comb through. or i do uno reverse on the wolf geralt trope and make jaskier a big kitty after the moutain and geralt, ofc, doesn't realize. thats it

Supernatural

The Literal Bear Hug by almaasi - Rated G

Suddenly, Cas was a bear. This was not supposed to happen.

on little cat feet by museaway - Rated T

Dean fears Cas has been killed on a hunt when he discovers a small cat sniffing around the remains of his trench coat.

Star Wars

The Wisdom of Cats by inkpenpaper - Rated T

Cody felt it was a sad reflection of the amount of poodoo the 212th had dealt with over the course of the war that his first reaction to his General turning into a cat wasn’t panic, but resignation that he owed Rex another 50 credits.

Paws and Reassess by blackkat - Rated T

While on a training mission, Wolffe picks up a sorry, scrappy stray cat and smuggles it back to Kamino with him. (Jon Antilles has the worst luck of any Jedi, and that's saying something. But maybe this particular bout of terrible luck has a clone-shaped silver lining. And potentially a lot of Sith-shaped complications. Opposable thumbs would probably make this whole thing a hell of a lot easier to deal with.)

[thedemonofcat]

Once a month, Jaskier was granted a brief return to his human form. It was part of a curse—he would spend the rest of his days as an animal, shape-shifting into various creatures. But for that one day, he was himself again.

During one of these rare days, he crossed paths with Geralt, the Witcher, and seized the opportunity to make the most of their time together. Jaskier hadn’t felt so deeply for anyone in years, but something about Geralt stirred emotions he had long thought lost—perhaps even love.

When the day inevitably ended, Jaskier transformed into a small, unassuming critter, slipping away without a word. He didn’t expect Geralt to remember him, much less care. After all, who would search for a fleeting figure cursed to disappear?

It wasn’t until months later that Jaskier discovered the truth—Geralt had been looking for him all along.

[curious-trickster]

Trying to organize my ask notebook better since I've run out of space under general fandom asks and I would like to know what fandoms you are in so I can ask the correct people about the correct fandoms.

I think my main ones are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ones I don't engage in canon at all are Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal ship, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie ship, The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier things and Ladybug and Cat Noir but only for Adrinette .

Also do you like getting asks that are or include story ideas or snippets?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer within a certain amount of time or at all.

Hey there!

One of the big fandoms for me is the Batfamily, but I also really love the Flash and DC in general. Marvel as well though I tend to prefer DC nowadays. I enjoy the Hobbit and Lotr, but also The old guard, the Witcher (though I have yet to read the books and have only recently started playing the game, I stopped watching the show after 3 episodes, but I know what's going on). I love BBC's Merlin, StarTrek, Hannibal,...

I'm also really into animated shows and movies, my favorite anime is probably Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood, but I also watched Inuyasha, Ouran High School Host Club and Fairytail when I was younger (believe me there is a looooot more, but this post is already so long). Ghibli Movies are pure comfort.

Bookwise I've been in love with Lockwood & Co since it came out and it's one of those stories I just love to reread. Rick Riordans books practical raised me. I love classics like Pride and Prejudice or Treasure Island (Disneys Treasure Planet is so good), and I am not normal about Bram Stokers Dracula. SciFi is also good, my favorite is The Illuminae Files (great book, great presentation, absolute pleasure to read).

And well since I am studying ancient history, can't leave it out: Mythology. Especially Greek and Egyptian mythology but I love myths in general. Or ancient texts.

My favorite manga is actually a history manga with time travel and romance thrown in. Red River by Chie Shinohara has been my obsession since I've been twelve. To this day I am not over my favourite characters death. But it is historically accurate so I guess that's that.

Videogame wise I really enjoy stuff like Assassins Creed, Hades from Supergiant, Devil may Cry V, Phoenix rising, Zelda Breath of the Wild. Detroit Become Human is my favourite to this day.

This is only a small part of it , if you're wondering if I know something that's not on the list and want to talk about it, don't hesitate to ask!

AND I would absolutely love getting asks that are or include story ideas and or snippets! I love bouncing story ideas around!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Hello, hello...

Oh, that is so kind and nice of you! Let me see...

There is not much to be said about myself or my job lol

I am not exactly a Bagginshield writer even though I have written that pairing. I do not engage with any of the others, and I'm only familiar with Good Omens and Sherlock (but I don't interact with the fandoms).

I don't have any OCs, sorry, I do write a lot, but I do mostly Ori for the Hobbit, Farawyn for LOTR, and the Silm in all its breadth.

I love prompts! OMG so much.

I have 1 ugly cat and two lovely dogs. Please feel free to ask about them any time you want. They're my beloved!

I am a terrible gardener (it's shameful), I do a bit of crochet (in winter), a bit of art (very badly), and a thousand other small things :D

I love being tagged in all kinds of things. Animals. Jokes. Tolkien content. Memes. I'd love to be tagged.

Okay, let me shoot back with a list of things I adore getting:

Movie/Show recs (I love historical things, docus about animals, horror movies, romantic movies, NO biopics, war movies, or action movies)

Memes about Tolkien/GRR Martin/The Boys/Sherlock/Lucifer

Inspirational quotes :)

Updates from you. What are you doing? DId you see a nice dog? What weather are you having today?

Pictures of animals

Thank you so much for reaching out, this made me so happy <3

[catscraftsandcommentary]

I'm at work, imagining the cats from @inexplicifics Accidental Warlord AU. Maybe one day the little white kitten Fears Nothing decides "hm, I don't feel like walking today" and waits outside Geralt's bedroom door. When he and Eskel come out for morning training, she stands up and just SCREAMS at him.

(If you've ever had a kitten, you know the scream I mean. The "pay attention to me!" shriek that's totally out of proportion to their size.)

So Geralt, mighty conqueror, terror of the north, Warlord of half a dozen countries, and commander of the fiercest army on the continent...kneels down and extends a finger to her. While making his "soothe a horse" noise.

(Because he may be a conqueror and an emperor, but much more importantly, he's a giant softie for children and innocents and small fluffy animals.)

As soon as he kneels, Fears Nothing darts forward and leaps onto his shoulder, making small chirping noises in his ear.

Eskel chuckles. "She likes you."

She lets Geralt hold her in his arms, but whenever he tries to set her back on the floor - or a table, or bench, or anywhere that's not being carried - she screams again and sinks her claws in.

Eventually he gives up and carries her through morning drills. If he leaves his hair down, she blends into his shoulder.

This does not stop anyone from noticing her. They're WITCHERS, of course they notice subtle details during combat.

But just imagine Geralt trying to spar while holding a teeny cat tucked against his chest. Or working with some trainees, giving them instructions while gently patting her where she's draped over his shoulder. Or all the teasing he gets about "found a new baby, Wolf? She looks just like you!"

Or at meals, she INSISTS on stealing from Geralt's plate (Jaskier thinks it's the cutest thing and REFUSES to stop her) until Geralt begins handfeeding her. Obviously this sets a precedent, and now he has to carry and handfeed her ALL THE TIME.

(Eskel is also acceptable. Sometimes. He gives excellent ear scratches, at least.)

[eggcompany]

Julian, On My Knees Part 5

Jaskier spent three nights there, hidden away in the clinic walls. Fever caused by a mix of exhaustion, chronic congested slick glands, and a psychogenic fever that reached 104.8. He got sick, they treated him like any other unmated omega, and they got him better however they saw fit. But he did get better. 

Jaskier met Geralt in the waiting room, nurse tailing behind him. He looked better, felt better. Color back to his face, steady on his feet. He just wanted to leave, to stop all the treatments and procedures, and crawl back to the flat, back to his alpha, plant himself against that cozy bosom of his lovely alpha.

“Mister Rivia” Jaskier sighed as soon as he laid eyes on the alpha, going up to him with a dopey grin on his face. He wrapped his arms around the older man’s waist, leaning heavily on him. He had to wear his scent collar but Jaskier took in big lungfuls of the scent that stuck to the alpha’s clothes, his skin. It was so good, all comfort and warmth. Geralt hugged him back, giving the omega a good squeeze, rubbing up and down his back a few times. Jaskier just took in the good feeling, the good feeling of being in his alpha’s arms again, being safe again. 

“We had to give him an injection in his arm so he may be a bit fussy with it. He should be clear headed in about ten to fifteen minutes. It was a small tranquilizer to help his anxiety of coming back home.” The nurse explained and Jaskier tried to tune her out, the irritating bitch. He was busy, as if she hadn’t noticed. She didn’t need to explain it to his alpha, didn’t need to talk to him at all for that matter. 

“Hey buddy, ready to go home?” Geralt asked, putting a bit of space between them, handing Julian the hoodie and little stuffed dragon he’d brought for him. He wanted to make sure Julian was warm and cozy, making everything as comfortable as possible. 

Jaskier nodded, took his stuffed animal, pulled his hoodie on, backpack sat on his feet. He went back to leaning on the alpha, face hidden in Geralt’s neck, arms around his waist, stuffed animal in hand. He just wanted to go home, sleep and eat something greasy. Eat everything. He was starving. 

The nurse handed some papers over to Geralt. Completely forgoing Jaskier’s presence, reaching around him to put the papers in Geralt’s hands.

“He should be fine for the ride home. So it’s the fever medication for three days no matter if the fever doesn’t come back, the tranquilizers at night as needed, with or without food, and if we can get him to actually do some therapeutic rituals, cleaning, cooking, any kind of creative activity or decorating, that would lower that risk for relapse by at least fifty percent. We had him do some simple crafts and it helped but anything from color books to little craft kits to making dinner or cleaning. This has some recommendations and this is a center down in south Cintra that specializes. ” The nurse explained and Geralt listened, glancing down at the card that was paper clipped on top of the thick stack of papers and pamphlets. 

The same center Ciri went to on Tuesday to do her homework with a group of other omegas from her school. It was a nice place with a good snack bar, it was a newer establishment, more new aged ideals. Good. 

Geralt patted the omegas back and turned for them to leave, bending to take his backpack. The nurse said a polite goodbye and went back to her ward. Geralt got an itch about her, something about the way she avoided looking at Julian. He pushed the thought away, focusing back on Julian. 

Jaskier looked like a cherry as Geralt guided them to the exit. He hated being talked around like he was still a kid. Hated being treated like that. 

They left, both glad to be away from the facility, and Jaskier was quietly leaning against the truck window. 

He’d been feeling a certain way. Being asked if he was mated, why he wasn’t, who he lived with, why he lived with an alpha, why did he live with a mated alpha, who he was dating, why he wasn’t dating. Everyone asked about the alpha who brought him in. It hurt his feelings. Being poked and prodded having things shoved up inside of him surrounded by loud noises and beeps and lights. It put him on edge because he hated it. He wanted his alpha to hold his hand but he didn’t want anyone to think Mister Rivia was his. He wasn’t. He wasn’t mated to him. He was mated to someone else. And that just made Jaskier wanna cry, crawl into the pit of shame of his nest and cry. He felt like Mister Rivia deserved better, better than to be thought of like that. 

“They don’t know you’re mated to someone else. They thought you were… We have the same address and all.” Jaskier muttered, trying to explain why they handed him the paperwork. He couldn’t bring his eyes totally to the alpha, stead just watching his hands on the steering wheel. 

“It’s okay Jaskier. If you want we can try some of these things. Have you read through them?” Geralt asked, nodding down at the papers sitting on the console. Ciri liked doing certain things, she liked doing cross stitch and making metal jewelry pieces, little hands-on things. Maybe Julian would like something like that. Crochet or beading or sewing or something. Origami since he was good with his hands. Julian let out a frustrated groan, bringing his hands up to shove against his eyes. 

“No. Was humiliating. They had me doing baby crafts and it was fucking working. I’m not a child anymore! I’m not some stupid thumb twiddling omega who needs puzzles and Valium to function! I’m grown, I don’t need stupid kids toys to be- be fucking functional.” Jaskier yelled, tears rolling down his cheeks in anger. He was so upset. Angry and he wasn’t even mad at Mister Rivia. He was mad at everything. Mad at what he was, mad he couldn’t even be a good omega. 

Mister Rivia had to treat him like a kid, like a burden, and Jaskier hated it. Hated how sitting and putting together puzzle cubes and painting his nails made his very soul calm down, like he was a toddler. He was more than some 1950’s house omega made to push out puppies and serve his alpha. He didn’t even have an alpha, he had- 

“I know that Julian. I know it hurts and it’s confusing. I understand, I don’t think any less of you.” Geralt said truthfully. The poor thing was just going through so much, medicine changing his brain chemistry, his body trying to right itself with his changing mind. He was struggling to keep up with his body which was struggling to keep up with his head. Julian sniffed, wiping his face on his sleeves to no avail, tears and snot from each wrecked sob worsening. 

“I wish I was- was someone else. Wish I wasn’t an omega, wish I wasn’t so fucked up. Wish my head was screwed on right, wish my body wasn’t so fucking broken.” Jaskier cried out as he cried harder, breathing shortly before letting out heartbreaking sobs. He cried out, frustration, pain, hatred, it all came flooding out of him at once. He brought his feet up onto the edge of the seat, drawing his knees to his chest, making himself smaller, hiding his face in his knees. 

He only cried harder when Geralt reached out, running a hand over the omega’s head to settle heavily on the curve of his neck, making it even easier for all the mess to spill from Jaskier’s head, safe to let it all out. 

Geralt didn’t know what to say, so he just drove them home. One hand heavy on Jaskier’s back, up to his hairline, down to the tops of his pants. He just hurt. It hurt to see his omega so distraught, his head in such a mess, hurting and sad. Geralt just wanted to make it better, to take the omega and make it better. Wanted to stop right there in traffic and kiss the boy till he understood, till he knew how perfect he was, what a gift to the world he was by just being. 

But he couldn’t. Couldn’t break that trust Julian held for him. Couldn’t force his feelings onto the omega while he was so confused and vulnerable. So he just drove them home, one hand selfishly out reached, touching the omega. 

When Geralt pulled into the garage, he reached into the backseat for the roll of paper towels he always had tucked away. They came in handy as he shushed gently, raising Jaskier’s face up. He wiped at the tears, the snot, the drool. He peeled off his scent collar, putting it in the backseat as he got a new towel. 

“I’m disgusting, quit, it's gross.” Jaskier lamented as the alpha started to wipe at his forehead, pushing his bangs up to wipe away the sweat. 

Geralt didn’t stop, completely ignoring the passive little shoves at his wrists. The words got under his skin, made him feel… not angry, but some big feeling deep in his chest that felt close enough like anger. 

“You’re not disgusting. You’re messy, you’ve been messy since the day you moved in with me. You’re messy and you’re a disaster. It’s who you are, Julian. You’re also very kind and thoughtful, you’re creative and you make beautiful music. You take care of the house, you spend time with me even though I’m a grouch, you’ve always been so bright and brough that everywhere you go. You’ve been sick and got dealt a bad hand of cards, but you're not a bad omega. You're a good omega and a good boy. You take care of yourself and anyone who treats you otherwise is just stupid. You understand that?” Geralt asked, finally letting that almost anger, that irritation that’s been buzzing under his skin, that yearning for Julian to be happy and unable to supply it, he let it all out. He knew he was gruff, voice rough and usually scary sounding. But when he looked at Julian’s face, he didn’t see any of that. No fear, just a little smile on his lips. 

“You’re too nice to me.” Jaskier sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Mister Rivia was too nice, one of the nicest alpha’s he’s ever been around. Maybe it was because he was mated, maybe because he was a father, maybe because he was just a decent man. Jaskier didn’t know but he loved it. 

“You know that’s not true. Now come on.” Geralt said and got out of the truck going to the other side and opened Julian’s door for him. He held a hand out to help Julian get out of the truck, a little wobbly on his feet, unbalanced from crying. 

Jaskier followed Geralt, quiet and close. Geralt unlocked the door for them both, setting Jaskier’s bag to the side knowing it had a dirty blanket stuffed inside. He’d do the laundry later once he got his omega settled. 

“Go sit down. I’m going to make dinner. Read those papers.” Geralt said and handed the stack of papers to Julian who just went and curled up in the recliner chair. 

Geralt put together breakfast. Julian liked breakfast. Eggs and fried ham slices and a little cup of fruit. He then dug through the fridge for a bottle of juice and poured it in a glass. He poured a bit of water in to dilute it more, not wanting to give the omega too much sugar. 

He came back to see Jaskier’s watery eyes as he read through the pamphlets and care papers. 

“This is ridiculous.” Jaskier said and wiped at his eyes, handing over the paper he’d been reading about tranquilizers being mixed into food so an omega doesn’t notice and gets used to the feeling. He didn’t understand how it was still legal. How it was still recommended. 

Geralt took the paper, handing Julian his plate of food, setting his cup of juice on the side table. Reading it just made him angry again, he hated drugged omegas. Doping up omegas so they didn’t scent, they didn’t heat, they didn’t have emotions. It was something Geralt just couldn’t understand. Omega’s were so perfect, who would ever want to dull all their wonderful hues. 

“I don’t believe in that. They tried getting me and Yennefer to give Cirilla tranquilizers when she first got tested and was positive omega. She was ten, it was a blood test and they wanted us to give her tranquilizers in her lunch box. We don’t believe just because an omega is an omega they need to be drugged. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with omegas feeling their emotions.” Geralt said, an edge to his voice as he put the papers down on the table with more force than necessary. He instead thumbed open a pamphlet about food best suited to help with heat recovery. 

“Do you think they would… would fix me?” Jaskier asked sadly as he picked at his plate of food. He couldn’t help but wanna shove everything down, they didn’t give him much in the clinic other than plain bread and sugar water. He ate, forcing himself to do so slowly, not wanting to gross out Mister Rivia, at least not anymore than he already was. 

“Nothing to fix. The pills they gave you would knock me in my ass. But if you think they could help you, take them. If you think taking them every four hours like they prescribed them will help, take them. If not, don’t.”  Geralt said easily. He was anti tranquilizers or sedatives, but if Julian needed them, he needed them. He would never want to make the omega feel bad for taking medication he needed. He just didn’t want to see that sparkle, the light that shone behind Julian’s eyes to dull, to dwindle away. 

“I want to try them, see if they help me sleep.” Jaskier admitted, eyes not lifting from his food. He knew most alpha’s preferred a more.. docile omega. Maybe he could be a good omega, a better omega, if he was a bit calmer. If he was quieter, more homely and timid. Someone Mister Rivia would want in his home. 

“Make sure to drink lots of water with them.” Geralt said, not looking up from the pamphlet that was slowly getting more crumpled in his grip. He didn’t like the idea of Jaskier laying in bed, dulled and dazed, dumbed to the point he was stuck between sleeping and awake. But he would never say so, never say he thought the omega was perfect as is, how he was the ideal omega, how beautiful he was when he fed into his urges, when he let himself just be who he was. Instead Geralt bit the sides of his tongue and kept his eyes down on the laminated pages. 

“Can I take them tonight?” Jaskier asked, looking up at the alpha from under his eyelashes. He watched the alpha swallow and clench his jaw before looking up at him, their eyes meeting. 

“You’re your own person Julian, I can’t and won’t make decisions for you.” Geralt said, setting the pamphlet down and walking back into the kitchen to do the dishes. He was careful and calculated with each movement. He wouldn’t make the omega feel bad, he wouldn’t push, he wouldn’t reach forward and grab the sides of Julian’s face, his soft cheeks and chestnut brown hair, and pull him into a kiss and promise to make everything right. He wouldn’t overstep, he wouldn’t push. 

Julian watched the back of the alpha’s shoulders as he cleaned the pans and plates, wondering if he could rub those shoulders. What it would feel like to have mountains of muscle under his hands to soothe and heal, if the alpha stayed warm, if he could chase away all of his alpha’s aches and pains. If it would be enough to make the alpha happy. 

He drank his juice and turned on the TV.

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 1st November - 10th November

Whoop, we made it. This is a 10 day "week" but it is the last one to catch up to actual weekly roundups.

Im doing a bit of a hybrid Nano this year, where I hope I can wrtie 50,000 words, but most importantly for me, I'm trying to finish as many of my 63 wips as I can manage.

But, before we talk about me, fic recs!

Mister Bilbo's Bookshop - Ticklesivory (Bilbo/Thorin, another maing fic from @tickles-ivory who NEVER disappoints imo!)

Summary: Bilbo owns a charming little bookshop in the Shire. His life is rather dull, until one Spring day, tourists from Erebor arrive to stay in the Shire on vacation. The man in the group is the most handsome Bilbo has ever seen. It appears as if he’s taken with Bilbo as well. The only problem is that he’s married.

killing time, are you mine? - unsalted - Harry Potter - (Sirius/Remus)

Summary: Sirius is a sex worker. Remus hired him. They meet, fall in love despite everything, and end up together; although it takes time, communication, and understanding—which they have to learn together.

Upon the Beetle’s Blood - JKitty - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, a brill fic of how one action can change a world)

Summary: The second task set in the depths of the black lake comes to a close and not in the way anyone would have expected. One small action will change the fate of the wizen world.

The Fluttering of All Your Wings - whisperedstory - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, Fae Jaskier my beloved!)

Summary: Jaskier has never really fit in anywhere, not with the fae and not with the humans. His mother always warned him to hide his heritage, especially from witchers. But then he meets Geralt and starts following him around the Continent. He finally learns what it's like to feel like he belongs somewhere, which makes keeping his secret even more necessary—and difficult.

Love Virtually - Ticklesivory - The Hobbit - All Media Types (Bilbo/Thorin, another amazing fic from @tickles-ivory.)

Summary: Bilbo, a confirmed bachelor who has a problem with body shaming, has been involved in a text-only relationship with a man he only knows by the name of Thorin. Thorin wants to meet him in person, but Bilbo keeps putting him off. Fate has other plans. An image-heavy story that will affect the word count. (text images mainly)

Potter Hall Farm - orphan_account - Harry Potter (Harry/Draco, this fic is just so sweet, and posh boys on farms never gets old!)

Summary: After his A-levels, Draco gets sent by his mother to spend the first half of his gap year with a distant cousin that he had never met. Angry at being sent away but desperate to escape the grip of his father and distance himself from the cruel persona he had embodied whilst at school, Draco goes to stay on his cousins farm. apprehensive of the workload, the animals and his estranged family, Draco arrives to find a world full of people who love each other dearly.

Yet, with each day he spends there, observing those around him, he sees an undercurrent of pain that sometimes breaks through the surface of the British countryside idyll that he had stumbled upon. Intrigued by the mystery, Draco endeavours to understand the world he was thrust upon, and in doing so he uncovers a history of love and loss that brings him closer to the amazing people he has found himself amongst.

I hope theres at least one rec for you all <3

Now, back to myself. I am borrowing an idea off my wonderful Bagginshield friend @sunnyrosewritesstuff and will also add what Im working on as well as what I have finished this week.

I have written 13,784 words this week making my 12,500 word target. I have also fiiished and uploaded 3 fics this week. (One was NOT a wip) So I have completed 2/63 wips!

I have also worked on :

Ghost ship (Bilbo/Thorin) Give it to me (Sirius/Remus) Of witchers and sing birds (Geralt/Jaskier)

If you would like to hear about any of these fics, let me know.

My finished fics this week are:

A unrevealed fic for the Scribbles and Drabbles fest

I'm Not Fae! - (Geralt/Jaskier)

Summary: Jaskier is winteirng at Kher Morhen, unbeknownst to him, the Witchers, including his beloved Geralt, think he is fae and want to find out once and for all

After a hard day, there is always you to come home to (Bilbo/Thorin, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial, prompt 278 - singing in the candlelight)

Summary: Thorin has had hard day, being king can be tiresome. It's a good job he has a loving hobbit back in ther chambers with a suprise for him.

Have a good week and see you next time <3