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thewitcheress2389 · 2 years

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Hello! Is it possible for you to write something for Eskel using number 10 and 25? Eskel deserves much love 🥺❤️ Thanks! 💖💖 And, uh, if I wrote something incorrect, sorry for that 😅 My native language isn't English.

I love your works!

You're good! And you are right, Eskel deserves so much love💖💖

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The Beauty of The Broken

Eskel has always been insecure, but he doesn’t know all the time you take to admire him.

#10 “You should smile more often.”

#25 “Is it that hard to believe that I love you?”

Scarred.

Broken beyond repair.

A terrifying monster.

Unworthy of love.

That’s what Eskel sees every time he looks at his reflection. It’s hard for him to see himself when those voices echo inside his head each time his eyes trail down those scars. That’s all he ends up seeing.

Those scars.

It’s the reason that Eskel stays away from mirrors, and why he always has to collect water from a rushing river. He can never allow himself to look at his reflection or else his insecurities might get to him. Eskel may be a witcher, made for killing some of the most dangerous creatures on the continent.

But he’s still a man. One who has a heart more fragile and kinder than anyone you’ve ever met.

You see it. How can’t he?

Eskel doesn’t know all the time you take to admire his features. Whether he was cleaning his gear, making a fire, or taking care of Scorpion, you were there to watch every little movement that he made.

One thing that Eskel hardly allowed you to do was clean his wounds.

He would come back beaten and bloody, but still refuse any help you would offer. At first, you thought he was being stubborn. But you later realized that Eskel had one sole purpose when it came to avoiding your assistance.

He didn’t want you to see him.

The witcher was full of scars, this was well known. Eskel figured they made him unlovable, so he kept them hidden from your gaze even though you were well aware that they were there. No matter what you said to him, he never believed you. But there was one thing that you absolutely adored about him.

Eskel’s smile.

It’s a little half smile as he never smiles fully. His scars render the other half of his face motionless. Eskel feels if he moves them, people will notice more. He tries to not pay any attention to it. The witcher only ever smiled when he was drunk with Lambert and Geralt, or when he was truly excited or happy for something.

Which was rare.

You loved his little half smile and wished you could see it more. Eskel kept it to himself and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get him to do it a lot. He just doesn’t see what you see.

“You should smile more often.” You told him one day after seeing him smile at you. Eskel was just having such a nice time with you that he brought his walls down. But when you mentioned that, his smile instantly vanished and he turned his head away from you, touching his scars in a nervous gesture.

You reminded him. You noticed. And it brought him nothing but shame.

It's been weeks since you started contemplating your feelings. Your love for him has always been there since he took a contract from you. You figured he must feel something too because he kept coming to see you. Eskel was a shy witcher for sure, but now you were at a crossroads with this.

Do you tell him?

Eskel's insecurities always get the better of him, so you didn't know how he would react if you told him how you felt. You didn't want to shut him down or anything. But he deserved to know. And he needed to know that he was more worthy than anyone to be loved.

That he is no monster.

"Eskel? How is it coming along?" You asked the witcher after you came back from washing yourself up in the river. He was kneeling over a fire, trying to pile sticks together before using Igni to light it up.

“It’s coming.” He responded simply. True to his words, a couple seconds passed by, and you guys had a cozy little fire for the evening. You moved to sit on a log, tapping your hands on your legs as you tried to think of what to say to him. Staring at Eskel, you realized that even though he didn’t say much, he obviously sensed that you had something to say.

The witcher had his back to you, and was busying himself with the campfire, poking at it far longer than he needed to.

"Eskel." Your voice said weakly. Eskel pretended that he couldn't hear you, but you knew that was a lie. Witchers have incredible senses.

"Eskel." You said much more strongly, showing him that you weren't backing down. This caused the witcher to jump a bit, and you bit back an apology. He was obviously trying to ignore you.

"Yes? Sorry...I just had a lot on my mind." Eskel said while stumbling back a bit to sit beside you. He was tense, hands folded in his lap as his leg jumped around in an anxious manner. It was also hard for his golden cat-like eyes to look in your e/c ones. Perhaps he knew what you were going to say.

Perhaps he was afraid of the opposite.

“I noticed...hey, you ever think that there’s more to life than this?” You decided to ease into your confession, not wanting the poor man to shut down on you. Still, you scooted a bit closer to him, causing Eskel to swallow nervously.

“What do you mean? For a witcher, there isn’t much more than this.” Eskel said, folding his hands together and staring deep into the fire. You gave him a sad look, but it quickly glossed over with one of love.

You just couldn’t help but admire how the fire made Eskel look even more rugged. More handsome, in your eyes.

“But what if...what if there was someone who wanted to share it with you? Someone...who loved just everything about you...” You confessed while moving to touch his knee. Just like you expected, Eskel tensed up before moving his body away from your touch.

“That’s impossible. Why would anyone choose to love someone like me? A monster...a scarred monster...” Eskel’s voice grew quieter as he spoke, and he moved to gently touch the scars that ran down his face. If you looked close enough, you could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest. It’s almost as if Eskel was struggling not to just break down at the words he just said.

And it broke your heart.

“Is it that hard to believe that I love you?” You asked him in a whisper, moving to touch his shoulder and make him look at you. It took Eskel a while, but he eventually gave into your touch.

Looking into his eyes, you saw how miserable he looked.

But your heart broke even more when he nodded slightly at your question.

Gently, you brought up your hand to grab his that was trying to hide the scars. Then, after prying his hand away and gripping it in your own, you moved your free hand up to cup his cheek and gently trace over the scars with your finger. He couldn’t stop himself from closing his eyes a bit at the warmth.

“Please don’t push me away...” You begged him quietly, squeezing his hand a bit. Eskel responded in kind, barely being able to muster out an apology because of how choked up with emotion he was.

“I...I...Thank you...I feel the same for you...” Eskel didn’t know how to respond to your feelings, which he greatly returned in full. He never said anything because he was afraid of the rejection he was sure to receive. But now, he was just basking in the relief and love he felt around you.

“Eskel...” You moved to brush some black hair out of his eyes before kissing his scars and saying, “You are more worthy of my love than anyone else.”

As you said this, moving your hand to rub his back, you could’ve sworn you saw him smile a bit. While you continued to stare, Eskel moved to look you in the eyes for the first time in a long while.

And, just when you thought you would never see it again, he gave you that adoring half-smile.

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #the witcher imagine #the witcher 3 eskel #eskel #eskel x reader #eskel imagine

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writingmysanity · 2 years

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Warmth

Pairing: Eskel x reader

Word count: 340

A/N: I know many of you followed me for my Eskel content. I swear I am still making it- I am just busy and also have to follow the serotonin when I can in order to keep writing. Have a little bit that I wrote because it was cute.

Shivering a bit, you snuggle up into Eskel’s warmth, sighing softly. Your coat just isn't cutting it. Time for a new one.

Do you have enough coin?

Silently deliberating on what you would have to give up to afford a new one, you watch the rainfall, eyes zeroing in on the droplets sliding along the leaves above your head, dropping like lead with a splash into the ever growing puddle that surrounds you. Eskel’s eyes are closed, but you know better than to assume he was asleep. His hand draws tentative lines up and down your arm, large hand just about engulfing your much smaller body in lingering warmth.

Humming contently, you relax further into his hold, letting him tug you closer.

“Don't you say it,” you grouch, eyes fluttering open to glare up at the mountain of a man, a soft flush painting his ears- the only sign the man could blush at all. He sits there for a moment, mouth ajar slightly, words dead on his lips. Grumbling, he works his jaw, thumb brushing over the scar on your shoulder- deeper than the others, more jagged.

“I was just going to apologize,” he sighs. Rolling your eyes, you pinch his side.

“I know,” you hum, narrowing your eyes at him. “And I won't hear of it.” he snorts a bit, looking down at you, hair plastered to his head.

“And why not?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow down at you. “It's my fault we're here.” rolling your eyes, you sigh, nose scrunching slightly in distaste when the puff of white flutters away in the wind.

“I won't hear of it, Esk. If you feel bad enough, hold me more,” he laughs, hauling you up into his lap, letting you curl up under his gibson layering his cloak over you both.

“When have you ever needed an excuse for me to hold you, Kit?” snickering below the layers, you nuzzle into his chest, humming happily as warmth envelops you.

“Not a single damn time, but it is always nice.”

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bethdutten · 2 years

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something sweet

Eskel x princess!reader

Part 1

An arranged marriage between the Witchers and a princess seemed cruel to Eskel-- especially if he was the one she had to marry.

notes: ok I got off track with my other stuff but anyways here have insecure eskel being adorable and perfect. part 2 will be smut!

I’m so sorry.

Those words echoed in Eskel’s mind all night as he stole glances of you out of the corner of his eye. The music was jovial and loud, family and friends and nobles laughing the night away and dancing filling every corner of the castle. It should have been a joyous night—a wedding that permanently forged an alliance between two of the strongest families.

Except Eskel was the one you had to marry, and he was only too well aware of how this was only the beginning of your nightmare.

Tomorrow, you’d go with him and his brothers back to Kaer Morhen, locked away for the rest of your life, a princess trapped by her dragon.

I’m so sorry.

You took a sip of your wine, letting out a sigh quiet enough that only he could hear above all the noise. You were radiant today— an angel, glowing and so far above him it almost seemed a crime that he was the one who got to have you. Even if it wasn’t real.

At the ceremony, your hands were so small in his, soft and gentle in a way his could never be, try as he might. He couldn’t look at you as he repeated the words of the priest, not wanting to see the fear or, gods forbid, the disgust, in your eyes. He was adamant he stood in the right side of the altar, despite breaking tradition, so he could face the priest the entire time and spare you a glance as his scarred face.

When it came time to exchange the rings and seal the partnership with a kiss, he was surprised to find his hands were the only ones shaking. You must have been resigned to your fate—no longer fighting, but accepting of the losing hand you had been dealt.

“You may kiss your bride.”

Eskel hesitated to turn to you, not ready to give you a full and terrifying look at what you had just been chained to for life—

You reached up with your left hand, new wedding ring glinting off the candle light, cupping his face with the softest touch he has ever, in his entire life, felt. You guided him to look at you, palm resting over the scars that made most humans ill, and leaned up to kiss him. Your lips were warm and gentle, only pressed against his for a moment, but your thumb brushed against the notch at the corner and he had to suppress a shudder before you dropped your hand and gave him what could almost be described as a coy smile before you turned back to the priest.

You were too good for him. Too good for anyone. And as he glared over at Geralt and Lambert, who were luckily spared from most of the human interaction and huddled in a dark corner, he once again wondered what he could do to make it up to you. To make your life a little less miserable than it would inevitably be, being married to a monsterous witcher.

“Are you alright?”

Eskel startled, turning to you. You had a look of concern on your face, and he had to stop himself from making a very undignified noise when your hand came out to rest on his thigh.

“Uh— yes, I j-just, uh— no. No, no I’m fine.” Gods, he couldn’t even speak around you. Thank Melitele for little mercies, that today was the first time you met and you didn’t know how much of an ugly, intimidating, stupid mess he was before, or you would have definitely refused this coupling.

You still looked worried, no doubt by the fact he couldn’t get a complete sentence out. But you finally nodded, retracting your hand and Eskel had to hold back a whimper at losing a caring touch once again. It was the first time he was getting consistent and gentle attention, and he was already drunk on it after a few hours.

“Well, let me know if you need to get out of here. I wouldn’t mind escaping, either.”

Eskel’s heart dropped, although he really shouldn’t be surprised. Everyone wants to escape him. Why would his own wife be any different? He nodded, throwing one more glance at his brothers. “I could leave, yes.”

“Oh, good,” you breathed a sigh of relief, finishing the last gulp of your wine then standing. Eskel tried not to let his hurt show, but it must have been clear. Your face was etched in worry, and you only had to lean down slightly to press the back of your hand against his forehead. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Maybe you just need some rest… shall we retire to our quarters for the night?”

Eskel felt his mouth drop open in disbelief, but he quickly shook out of it, clearing his throat. Our quarters? Surely, you didn’t—

“That—that sounds lovely, princess.”

You gave him a look, looping your arm around his as he stood and tugging him along away from the crowd. “You don’t need to call me that, we’re married, I hope that puts us on equal status now.”

Swallowing, Eskel nodded, the warmth from your hand on his bicep even through his jacket making him shiver. “What should I call you then?”

You snorted, leaning against his side more heavily. “Hmm. My name, maybe? Or something sweet, whatever you’d like.”

“Sweet…heart?” Eskel felt dumb just saying it out loud, but all the blood that should be going to his brain was being dispersed other places and he couldn’t say he was at full mental capacity right now.

You laughed, and the sound made his heart clench. “Yes, I would like that very much, my love.”

Oh no, Eskel though. I’m fucked.

—-

The quarters held a large bed, with enough room to fit three witchers, and little else. It was clearly a honeymoon suite of a sort, but if Eskel could blush, he would.

You began pulling out pins from your hair the moment you closed the door, groaning as the elegant hairstyle you’d had done for the ceremony unraveled. You glanced shyly over your shoulder at where Eskel was left standing awkwardly by the doors. “Do you think you could…?”

Eskel moved forward, nodding, willing to do anything you asked of him. You reached behind and tugged at the ties for your dress. He got the hint— carefully pulling the string from its loops, slowly loosening your dress until you let out a breath.

“Finally,” you said, then proceeded to let your wedding dress drop unceremoniously to the floor and Eskel thinks he may have actually died during that last griffin fight, and by some miracle he was in heaven instead of hell.

“The hooks are harder,” you murmured, backing up a little more towards him until he got the hint. With shaky hands, Eskel undid your bodice, the silky chemise underneath being revealed more and more as he went.

When he was finished, he had just enough blood supply to his brain to quickly turn as you dropped that too to the the floor, giving you some privacy as you changed from your wedding dress undergarments to your sleep clothes. He heard the rustle of bedding, thinking it was finally safe to turn, and was met with a sight that would have taken any man out at the knees.

You were draped on the bed artfully, a see-through robe hanging off your shoulders with the blankets pulled back and only a small section of the sheets covering your legs. Your lingerie was red, almost the exact same shade as the jacket Eskel wore on the Path, and left little to the imagination.

Mouth dry and cock suddenly harder than the steel of his swords, Eskel asked, “What… what are you doing?”

The seductive and almost—hopeful?— expression on your face faltered, but you just shifted slightly on the bed, the robe slipping down further. “I’m waiting for my husband to come to bed on our wedding night.”

You… what? Eskel was not prepared for this. He in no way expected to even be ever sharing a room with his wife, let alone sleep in the same bed with her, sleep with her—

“You know I can’t— I can’t… can’t give you children, right?” Eskel gritted out, loath to explain that if you were doing this because you thought this marriage was to combine bloodlines and solidify the alliance with children, that would never be a possibility.

You frowned, self-consciously tugging the sheet further up your body now. You’d expected Eskel to already be on you, not arguing his way out of this. “I know. That was explained to me. I just— I thought you’d want to…”

He saw the moment you recognized your mistake, dawning in your eyes. You hurriedly tugged the robe tightly around your body, although it did little to hide much. “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed, I—“

“No!” Eskel didn’t want to see you in distress, at least not like this. Not when he could avoid it. Having you scared and repulsed to be with a witcher, that is what he was prepared for. Not his beautiful, perfect, gentle wife throwing herself at him and thinking she was being rejected. “No, that’s not—“ He nervously scratched at his scars, trying to think with his head and not his cock here. Did you think you had to do this? Did you really look at him, and feel attracted to that? He couldn’t be so lucky.

He glanced at you, making yourself smaller on the bed as you tugged a pillow to your chest, covering more of your body. He swallowed, his own lust clouding his thoughts, but he wasn’t a monster. He wouldn’t force himself on to you, ever. Just because you were his wife, didn’t mean he was entitled to anything.

Slowly approaching the bed, he gave you time to refuse him before he sat down on the edge by your side, anxiously plucking at a stray thread in the blanket before he glanced up to meet your eyes. He wanted you to see him up close— inhuman eyes, scarred face, size even other witchers hesitate to get near. He didn’t want to frighten you, body language vulnerable and open.

“Sweetheart.” It sounded strange coming out of his mouth, but not unwelcome. You peeked up at his, cheeks colouring slightly, and he thinks he could get used to that. “I need you to… tell me. What you want. Tonight, or any night. I need to… hear you say it. Because I don’t want to read something wrong, and make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

You frowned, your grip on the sheet loosening slightly. “Oh. You just— you just prefer me to tell you want I want?”

Eskel nodded, licking his lips. “Witchers may not be human, but we’re not mages, either. I can’t read minds.”

There was a pause, and then you snorted, tossing your pillow at him. “You idiot, I want you. I’ll tell you however often you need. Gods, Eskel, I thought I made that very clear.” You gestured to your lack of clothing, and Eskel cracked a smile despite himself, the words repeating in his head.

I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you.

“Really?” he asked.

You nodded, giving him a look he’d never seen before, then you leaned back against the headboard and slowly parted your legs wide. Your panties were lace, and when you reached down and tucked a finger in the gusset between your thighs to pull the fabric to the side, evidence of your arousal clung to the small amount of fabric, clear and sticky,

“Maybe you need to see, too.”

Maybe Eskel isn’t so sorry after all.

#eskel #eskel imagine #eskel x reader #eskel smut #eskel fic #Witcher fic #netflix!eskel x reader #game!eskel x reader #a little bit of both but mainly game eskel honestly

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miscfandomgifimagines · 2 years

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Imagine Eskel introducing you to his brothers

You had been with Eskel for sometime now but it was finally time to meet his family. You were nervous as you approached the keep. You took a breath and remembered all the stories Eskel had told you about them.

“Ready Y/n?” Eskel glances at you and gives a small smile.

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” You gave a small laugh.

Eskel pushes open the heavy door and you’re greeted with a roar of voices. Eskel starts hugging the men left and right and begins to introduce you to his family.

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sinseon · 1 year

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Eskel; haha first writing thing i need to rant about this stupid old man

Currently thinking of an old Eskel who has settled down. After Vesemir he decided to venture out on the path one more time before taking his leftover coin and belongings back to Kaer Morhen. As expected there was no one there.

Eskel finds himself roaming the halls for days on end barely getting sleep. He would stare out at the moon or stay in the library that was creaking every moment of the day. The keep would collapse over the next summer. He knew it. So when the sun warmed his face again Eskel left without looking back at the broken down building that he and hundreds of others used to call home.

He vowed he would never go back. What could he return to? Silence? He would never hear the laughing of his brothers or the quiet chuckling of the only father figure he had. Those days were over.

It only worked out that as he was heading South that year he learned a certain Vineyard was owned by a brother he so dearly missed. Winter didn’t have to have snow he supposed.

#eskel my beloved #eskel #eskel imagine #soft eskel #eskel is my baby #geralt of rivia #corvo bianco #kaer morhen

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Haunt Of The Hunt / Eskel Imagine

Request: Can I have Eskel comforting you after getting hurt? I live for him just being ✨soft✨

Me too, anon. Me too. Also, I’m sorry I read this as you getting hurt so apologies if I’ve got that the wrong way round! <3

Warning: mentions of injury/ blood/ descriptions of wounds and needles!

(I do not own the Witcher or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @spicyinsanity.)

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The forest seemed to crackle around him, but even it couldn’t hold a flame to Eskel’s charred nerves. Despite his experience, his fingers shook against your arm with every further inch he thread the needle through your patchwork skin. He was too busy worrying about the mossy log you were perched on, a makeshift chair muddled out of this messy campsite the two of you had sprung up a few days prior, and the way your legs were beginning to shiver with the cold of autumn’s bite. His only solace was the waning fire on the edge of the clearing, yet even its flames seemed to crackle and die out against the wind’s power. He sighed, apologising taciturnly, sorrowfully in response to the grunt of pain that slips out as he finishes sewing up the deep gash.

You were too busy trying to take your mind off the agonising pain that seemed to course torrents through your body by gazing over the stretching fields of flowers around your perimeter to ease his own suffering. If only Dandelion were here. He would be able to wax poetic, tune lost to the blooms even despite the circumstances. Even he would be able to find beauty in the waxy wyvern feathers that lay blanketed on the riot of snapping red, burning sugar gold and cloudy cream wildflowers. Within the stars spilled across the sky like thrown pebbles from the shore, the hazy darkness permeated by the still remnant sound of townsfolk yowling back to their homes. Yes, the flowers here truly were beautiful, even if splattered with crimson blood and the scent of death.

It had felt like eons since Eskel had spoken, and the bitter silence was nearly driving you out of your mind with madness. Every so often he would grunt hoarsely, reaching down to focus instead on tying yet another loop of bandage around your abdomen. The scowl on his face told you he was upset - but you knew it wasn’t with you. No, you knew your Witcher too well to miss the sorrow that dipped the corners of his eyes as he wiped the last splashes of Wyvern blood away from your throat. How gentle his strokes were despite the action, how tender his fingers were against your pulse as he tipped you back to look at him.

‘Eskel-’

‘I’m not angry.’ He frowned, quickly and unsightly, but not with malice. More to let you know that he was ashamed of himself for giving away his feelings so easily. For making certain now, that you would worry over him when it was you all the realm’s focus should be on.

You raise an eyebrow, trying to raise a grin through the pain. Once he finishes wiping away the last drops and drops the rag back down onto his satchel, you sigh in relief at the feeling of Eskel’s warm, broad palm just holding your chin within their safe grasp. Despite the strength of his fingers splayed against the bottom of your jaw, he knows that you’ve noticed how much they’re shaking.

‘I know you too well to know that you’re angry’, you begin to drawl, reaching out with your unbruised hand to brush the back of your fingers against the twisted knot lying on his lip. ‘I also know, that you’re blaming yourself for this. Which is complete poppycock, Eskel.’ He flinches at your touch, still so vulnerable. His golden eyes gaze steadily into your own, though, even through the tears that begin to muddy their sombrely scrunched depths. ‘And I won’t stand for it.’

‘But it was my fault. Y/n.’ He grabs your hand, drawing it away from where it was tenderly and familiarly beginning to trace down the outline of his scar. He instead raises it to his lips, kissing the back and curling it within his own. He rests it against his cheek as he opens up his other arm, offering himself up to you.

You gladly accept, scooting down from your perch and instead resting clumsily on his lap, settling against his racing heartbeat. His hands tighten around your waist, dropping your still intertwined hand onto your thigh. He’s so gentle, so careful not to move you to much as he positions himself back against the tree trunk so you’re resting properly upright. So delicate, as he shifts you against his leather trousers, that it nearly breaks your heart. ‘It was my fault that you were here. I knew I should have left you safe within the inn, instead of allowing you to follow me into the wilds. I was - I was careless.’

You can feel his chin shake against the top of your head as he continues. ‘I....’ he swallows thickly, before taking in a drawn out breath. ‘I could have lost you. And then I would have lost all the best parts of myself. Not even a Witcher can survive when they’re left with just a husk, Y/n. And I was stupid enough to think I was smart enough - I was skilled enough to never let it happen. How foolish I am, and I... I’m so sorry.’

‘Eskel, if I hear you apologise one more time I swear I’m going to Lil’ Bleater loose on you once we get back to Kaer Morhen.’ He laughed at that, hands wringing tighter around your midriff. But he still laughed, and the sound was the most divine noise the path could have ever brought you.

‘You know, I’m more afraid of Lambert’s reaction if he finds that little devil loose in his room again than I am of the two of you put together.’

‘I don’t doubt it. His swearing rant was enough even to make Vesemir run out of the keep’, you giggle, simultaneously lighting your heart in relief at the soothing tone the grumble of his voice has taken once again. For a moment he’s silent, until you realise the pressure you feel against your back is no longer solely the feel of his armour’s spikes, but the press of his large ear against the dip of your spine.

He’s listening to your heartbeat, breath evening out in time in a way that makes you believe he’s trying to match his own to yours. He does this often, although he’s too embarrassed to admit it. He likes to slow his rate, mixing the sound with your own until it feels as though one march. One joined parade of lovers, one sole beat, one indication that he could ever live the life of a normal man. Eventually, he will straighten himself back up. He’ll press a kiss against the back of your neck, a lingering one full of compassion and hope and diligence, before resting his forehead back against your hair.

He’ll say his usual musings when he becomes lost. ‘Perhaps’, he’ll whisper into the swift jasmine mist of the night, ‘I will keep you here forever. We can live among the sunflower stalks, and make pomegranate wine and look up at the stars.’

‘And be happy forever?’, you’ll finish, biting your bottom lip.

‘Hmm’, he’ll reply, sounding far too much like Geralt to make you believe this dream could ever come true. That he could ever escape his fate, and that you wouldn’t become entangled within its clutches. ‘Yes, happy and in love forever, my sweet dove.’

His nose will brush against your pulse point as you lean back to kiss him. ‘Sounds like a fortunate life to me, my dear Witcher.’ There will be no more tears today - no heartache, no loss, no foraging for coin and shelter and kindness, no hiding. Just pure adoration, rolling out like basking sunlight from the radiant Witcher wrapped around your back, grasping onto you as if terrified that life will suddenly tear you away.

‘Then I give the rest of my life to you, my love.’

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elythegardeningbard · 1 year

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Comfort Character eating comfort food ~

#shitpost #eskel #eskel x you #soft eskel #tiktok #video #the witcher 3 #witcher eskel #eskel headcanons #eskel imagine #eskel fluff #eskel x reader #witcher3 #eskel witcher #the witcher games #the witcher #tw3

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danceinshadowundermoonlight · 2 years

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Stinky adorable man.

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open--till--midnight · 2 years

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Firsts: Kisses

eskel x gn!reader

summary | the first visit back after confessing feelings. Still sharing letters but now there is romance

cw | no y/n, use of doll as a pet name, no pronouns used, reader is a tiny bit insecure for a moment

wc | 2.1k

a/n | writers block is real you guys, not entirely happy with this one, but hey, at least I got it done. also, questions about a taglist at the end : )

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Eskel lay on the couch that first night. Like he had all those many nights before. Once he had gotten you home he had left for a month to go on the path, not that you had complained. Your confession at Kaer Morhen had shaken both of you. And to say the least, the trip back to your cottage was tense.

You regretted not kissing him then. Things felt all wrong now. You didn’t even know if that was something that he wanted from you. He asked the same questions to himself, yet neither of you were brave enough to clear things up. Your cowardice would keep you both pained and in the dark.

To him, he thought you had taken it back. Your hesitance spoke volumes on your journey back. You shied away from his touches, eyes never quite meeting his. And your usual unreserved nature had disappeared, a quiet aura taking its place. His only conclusion had been that you’d changed your mind, or lied for his sake. But he would live, he would get past this.

Eskel was back after a month and despite everything, you couldn’t be happier. You had heard Scorpion before you heard him, stamping at the scattered stones making up the path to your barn, and you straightened up. Unwillingly your legs shook slightly as you walked to the door, and when you looked down at them, your hands weren’t faring much better.

Mind racing with what you would say, what you would do, your body couldn’t quite find a natural position. Instead, you stood with feet firmly together and both hands nearing the handle. There wasn’t much time to think before there was a robust knock at the door. Your fluttering heart led you to quickly open the door, revealing a nervously smiling witcher.

Your voices were soft as you spoke each other’s names, and his rough hands met yours as you led him through the threshold. Gods, you really loved him. He stood there, sunlight shining through brown hair, shadowing the features of his face.

The more you repeated those three words in your mind the idea of saying them became more and more outlandish. You could have said them before you took his hands, before you led him into your home. You could have said them as he buried his face in your neck and squeezed you into his body. But the words did not come. And before you knew it, his armor was on the floor by the doorway and you were already at the fire, preparing a pot for tea.

His eyes watched your form as you moved from place to place, pulling out two smooth blue mugs and filling the tiny satchels with who knows what delightful combination of plants and herbs. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but you did not see it. You had found yourself staring into the flames, your eyes tearing up from its intensity. You were only pulled away from it by the hissing of the kettle and the sound of wood on wood.

Almost instantly, Eskel’s hand reached over your shoulder to retrieve the kettle. He met your eyes with knitted brows and he led you to sit at the table. He finished the tea and brought it to the table, yet he used no rag to hold the kettle. The gods only knew how he did not seem to mind the feeling.

The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with the bluntest of knives. You blamed the heat in your cheeks on the warmth of the fire, certainly not because of Eskel. No, never.

He gazed at you as you brought the steaming cup to your lips, perfect lips right under a perfect nose. Those warm eyes danced across your features before he turned his attention back to his mug.

You asked him to tell you a story. Something that had happened over that month, something exciting. A wyvern seemed exciting enough, so he went with that. Eskel’s voice was hoarse from speaking so little over the short while he was away. This always happened when he came back to you. But you loved his voice in any capacity, so this was fine.

You both went to bed early that night. The path had exhausted Eskel and you were anxiously anticipating your plans for the next day. So you made sure he was comfortable, and you left for your room.

You didn’t get much sleep that night. It was the neverending thoughts that kept you up. Maybe you’d tell him how you felt once more before he left. Maybe this time things would be different. Maybe this time things could advance in the way that you so desperately wanted them to.

The next morning, like always, when you woke, Eskel was already up. He was seated at your table, tea already made.

“I heard you getting up, I hope you don’t mind-”

“Eskel, love, of course I don’t mind.” Shit. You’d called him ‘love’ before, but never with these implications. But luckily for you, he just hummed and nodded. But what you couldn’t see was the shock behind those honey eyes, and unlike Eskel, you could not hear the blood in his veins start pumping ever so slightly faster.

Later that day, Eskel sat outside, sharpening his swords while you cooked. The weather was beautiful and it promised a clear night sky. Perfect for your night of comfort and relaxation that you had planned.

But while he was doing this, you snuck outside through your bedroom window. There, in the back of your house, you prepared for that evening. You had your plan all laid out and you couldn’t be more excited. It was such a simple thing, but the joy it brought you was unmatched. Eskel was back and you were going to treat him as best as you could.

You were done just in time, Eskel had walked through the door just moments after you crawled back through the window.

“What happened to your clothes?”

You threw him an inquisitive look before he pointed at a large rip along your left side.

“I’m not hurt, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Eskel looked at you as a scolding mother would look at her misbehaving child, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright mister, dinner is ready. Let’s sit.”

Your giddiness had taken you over. Barely able to eat, you picked at your food, earning questioning glances from Eskel. You only rolled your eyes before begrudgingly finishing off your soup and bread. In the short time he had you on the path, he had always made sure you had enough to eat, meaning he often went nights with little or no food and he would hear none of it if you tried to give some of it up for him. You found it funny that he was still doing that in your very own home where you had plenty to eat.

He cleaned up dinner while you changed out of your ruined clothing into something flowy and comfortable. Your loose pants held snugly against your hips, and your shirt had barely enough length to cover the waist band. You watched yourself in the mirror as you changed, turning so you had a view of your entire body. A frown tugged at your lips before you shoved those unhappy thoughts out of your mind, at least for the time being.

Eskel sat waiting for you, smiling when you walked through the door. A boost of confidence surged through you as you reached for him.

“Come with me.”

You led him to the door, stopping him before he could open it.

“Would you close your eyes, please?”

He looked hesitant, but quickly obeyed and took your hand when you offered it. The door creaked when it was opened and you could immediately hear the crackle of the campfire from around the cottage. The night air was chilly, but that wouldn’t be a problem soon.

When you turned the corner, there it sat. A generous fire and beside it, a nest of blankets. There were three of them along with a couple of pillows strewn about to create a comfortable bed upon the grassy ground.

“Now I don’t expect us to sleep here, I know how much you sleep outside and I don’t want to make you when you are here, but I just wanted to do something different for the night. I hope that’s okay and I hope you like it.” You smiled, but he could not see it. “Oh! You can open your eyes now.”

He took in your surprise, the corners of his mouth raising in a large grin. He took in the setting and noted the plate of sweets that were kept warm by the fire. The joy on your face as you awaited his reaction as your features were illuminated by the firelight caused his heart to race. Well, as fast as a witcher’s heart could when confronted by the sight of their love in utter bliss.

You pulled him down to sit, crossing your legs while picking up a pastry and tucking a pillow on your lap.

“What’s all this for?”

“Can I not just treat my favorite person?”

“You can, but we’ve only been separated a month.” Eskel paused for a moment. “I’m your favorite person?”

“Yes, of course you are, but it seems you’re just no fun.” You poked your tongue out at him before turning semi-serious.

Eskel nodded, giving up, and picked up a pastry of his own. Conversation came easier this time around. But you knew it was only a matter of time before you ruined it.

“Will you be leaving soon, or staying for a bit?” There you go.

Those eyes of his met yours, flooding with guilt, but he replied, “I think I’ll stay a bit, if you don’t mind, that is.”

Your smile shone brighter than the fire beside you. After moving the half full plate, you flung your arms around his broad shoulders. He held you tight, keeping you against him for as long as he could.

“Thank you.” Overwhelmed by emotion, you lost yourself in his arms.

He was buried too deep in your shoulder to respond, but his hum vibrated through your skin and straight to your stomach. This was all too much. You had to pull back.

“Eskel, I-” You couldn’t seem to finish. A drop of water hit your ankle. Looking up, you expected to feel rain, instead you felt tears fill your eyes. Gods, you couldn’t hold it together for one night?

And at this, Eskel panicked. The night couldn’t have gone better if you’d planned it. He wanted to say something, anything, even if it just shocked you out of crying.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“No, you haven’t. You never have. I just- this- I-”

“Doll, I love you, still. That was and still is very true. If that’s what this is about. I’ve been miserable without you.”

You couldn’t seem to shut your mouth, it kept opening and closing, trying to speak. But each time to no avail. Eskel placed his calloused hands on either side of your face and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. He met your eyes only for a moment before placing his lips gingerly on yours. He tasted of raspberry filling, sweet and strong.

His fingers moved from your face to the strip of skin above your waistband, Eventually, you had to separate yourself from him, breaking only for air.

“I love you so much, Eskel. I think more than I could ever really say.”

You did end up sleeping outside that night, safe in eachothers arms. And Eskel didn’t leave for another month, much to both of your delights.

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I’m hoping to write more soon. I got a job and I’m exhausted and haven’t had much time to write, but I am hoping to get back on track soon and get tf out of this writer's block. Maybe some smut is the answer! It totally is

Also, should I do a taglist? I’m not sure if anyone would be interested, so maybe I’ll make a library blog instead so you can just turn on notifications? Idk yet, let me know if you're interested, or if one sounds better than the other : )

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Geralt/Lambert/Eskel + drunk!s/o at a tavern

Summary: How Geralt, Lambert and Eskel would react to their s/o being very drunk at a tavern, and keep an eye on them.

Notes: i'm in such a writing slump i hate it :///

Tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @lucyinthelibrary @sunndust (hmu to be added to any taglist!)

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Geralt

Geralt doesn’t like that with your drunk extroversion, the creeps begin to follow you, either with their eyes, or even physically. You’re his – and keeping an eye on you can be difficult enough. He doesn’t need you running around a tavern with your pretty smile and your pretty face and go around attracting people that aren’t good for you by accident.

He’ll probably pull you in close as the night goes on, sit you onto his lap. For you, it’s a rare moment of PDA that you want to take advantage of, and begin smooching him. For Geralt, it’s an opportunity to show everyone who you belong to.

Expect some possessive sex/jealous comments in the days to come.

Lambert

He loves watching your confidence bloom with the drinks you have. Dances with you, twirls you around and grins with a way too predatory smile at anyone that dares come close. He loves making you laugh at his dumb jokes and watching you become the center of attention in the tavern.

He knows your heart belongs to him, so he’s not too worried. All he cares about is seeing you happy, and he’ll do everything to keep you entertained – even put up with Geralt’s bard.

Definitely enjoys drinking with you. When he gets tipsy, expect sappy love confessions that would never cross his lips otherwise.

Eskel

He’s mostly nervous you’ll find someone you like more and leave, so when a guy talks you up and takes your arm, his worst fears seem to come to fruition. It takes him a moment to realize that this guy that probably wanted to take advantage of you is getting his ear chewed off about how much you love Eskel and not him.

He’ll definitely almost rip that man’s head off to get you away from him, and make sure you don’t leave his arm’s reach for the rest of the night. Carries you to your bed when you get tired and watches over you while you fall asleep.

Definitely cries over what you said about him because he’s so happy

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cosmos-coma · 2 months

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I know I’m late, but may I request 16 or 30 from the Valentine’s prompts with Eskel, if you’re still taking requests? Thank you 💕 Your writing is the best!

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The Need to Get Away

A/N: OF COURSE I CAN, ANYTHING FOR YOU. And you don’t even have to ask, because the only Eskel I write for is game Eskel :) (and hopefully some book Eskel as I read through more). Sorry this took so long! It’s been a WEEK, but I really appreciate the love.

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 2398

Warning: none! Just some fluff! (oh and absolutely CHAOTIC sibling energy)

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It was nearing the end of winter, teetering on the edge of spring and the holiday of love was right around the corner. Most years Eskel wouldn’t bother to celebrate- the path was ever lonely and if company happened to be found, they barely stayed beyond the night.

But this year was different.

This year it wasn’t a mocking reminder of his isolating work, But rather a reminder that against all odds, somehow he found you.

When he first met you, you had been a radiant hearth in a house he didn’t even realize had gone dark and cold. No matter the day he had you always smiled and laughed when he came back to you with sticks and monster bits in his hair. You’d pick them out, ask him how his contract was, and spend all night in his tender embrace.

You made him feel normal, and for that, he wanted to give you something special- something he felt was worthy of the love he felt he had so unjustly received.

First, he tried the library.

He had set everything up perfectly; the fireplace crackled with the warmth of life, the fragrant petals of your favorite flower lay scattered around the stacks, and the warmest blanket in the entire keep was placed over your favorite loveseat.

He pulled out a stack of your favorite stories and even a few new ones he’d snagged in town before the bitter cold came. He figured you two could have a relaxing morning side by side in the library before you continued on to the rest of his plans.

… unfortunately, it didn’t last for long.

“Eskel, my love, did you do all of this for us?” You grinned as you opened the heavy wooden door. The pleasant smell of fresh flowers and old books swirled around you, its soothing scent enveloping you along with the warmth coming from the room's large hearth.

“I thought we could start with a quiet morning…” he said as he took your hand and led you to your seat where there was already a steaming mug just for you.

Your grin was so sweet and genuinely excited that even now, Eskel still lost his breath at the sight of it.

You settled down in your favorite loveseat, your legs thrown over Eskel’s lap as per usual as you settled in.

It seemed like the perfect way to start the day, book in your lap, mug in your hand, until-

BOOM

You nearly jumped 3 feet in the air when you heard the rumbling explosion beneath you, causing you to spill the contents of your mug into your lap and book.

“Ah!! Hot! Hot!” You shouted as you jumped up to your feet, dropping everything to the floor as you desperately tried to fan yourself.

Eskel wasted no time jumping up either, trying to pat dry your clothes and blow on them, but there was only so much he could do. Soon enough, thankfully, the entire room let out a relieved sigh as your clothes had finally cooled down, now just leaving you with a soaked, cold lap.

“Well this… could be worse,” you tried to stay positive as you looked at Eskel with a small smile “But What on earth was that? It sounded like it was right below us”

Eskel sighed, sitting back down as he watched you go stand near the fire to dry your clothes, “it probably came from the alchemy lab… it’s right below us but I don’t know who would be-“

BOOM

A smaller explosion went off.

“I meant to do that!” You heard Lambert’s voice yell as bits of rock crumbled and fell from the ceiling.

Eskel sighed, “I really should have guessed… It seems he chose today of all days to test his volatile substances…”

“‘Volatile substances’? You mean—“

BOOM

“Oh, THAT'S NEW” Lambert's voice shouted, a mix of excitement and concern…but mostly excitement.

“Bombs.” Eskel finished for you, “precisely.”

“Right…” you said quietly, seeming to be in thought as you nodded and fanned your clothes before the fire, “… should we not be here?”

“No probably not…”

Next, he tried the courtyard.

It was warm for the end of winter and the sun hung happily in the clear sky. Though there were still some weeks of winter left, soft green buds mistakenly peeked out of the twigs and branches above you, giving hope of a soon-to-be spring.

“So this morning didn’t go as planned, but I thought maybe we could spend some time with Lil Bleater?” Eskel suggested, carrying a small pack under his arm. The aforementioned noisy kid bleated up at her two-legged dad as she followed just half a step behind, urgently asking for everything from cuddles to treats to a sparring partner.

You laughed a bit and nodded, “of course… you know I can never get enough of her.”

As if sensing his intentions Lil Bleater suddenly ran ahead, bouncing around a large tree jutting out of the courtyard. Its roots had pulled up pieces of the stone walkway its many, many years of watching over the keep, but maintained a little bowl that was perfect for sitting. Landing with as much flare as a goat can she turned back to Eskel, yelling at him to set up right here.

“There? That’s where you wanna be? Alright, you’re the boss, Bleater…” your beloved said with a warm smile, unfolding the small blanket with a satisfying fwoosh.

The mountain of a man let out a sigh nearly as big as he was as he finally sat on the thin cushion of the blanket, “let’s try this again shall we..?” He offered, his notched lip tugging up at the corner as he reached out to you.

Practically falling into his lap, you wasted no time before curling into his warm embrace, your head resting pleasantly against his shoulder as you tried to take in the peace of the morning once again. Lil Bleater was quick to follow suit, climbing into your lap and nibbling at your clothes until you finally scratched her just right.

It seemed like everything was finally going right this time… that is until-

Clang! Clang clang! Ding!

Eskel groaned, his head knocking into yours as it hung in defeat again. He swore this day was testing him.

Geralt and Vesemir came round the corner shortly after, swords clanging viciously as they sparred, their mentor holding nothing back as he came at him again and again. Metal on metal rang incessantly in your ears and even Lil Bleater had to protest the unending noise they made.

“Baaaaah! “ she cried, pushing off of your lap in a rush as she ran swiftly in the opposite direction.

“Um… “ you muttered as you watched them keep going, even going so far as to wave at you as they passed. You wanted to say something, but this was still not your home, not technically, and you didn’t want to overstep your bounds.

Eskel sighed, he was a very patient man, but it was wearing thinner with every aggressive clang of metal ringing against the stone walls, “Of course they have to do this now-- Come on… why don’t you go in for lunch?” He suggested, his smile much more tired now as he helped you up, “I’ll be in soon, okay? Hopefully, it’s quieter in the hall.”

And then… it was lunch…

Eskel was hard at work in the kitchen, willingly unbothered by the racquet of his brothers as he put the finishing touches on his meal. He had prepared most of it earlier that morning, having already planned ahead on sharing your favorite lunch. “Okay… it’s done,” Eskel mumbled to himself as he looked out the thin window, “and with any luck, my brothers will still be busy while we eat….”

As Eskel brought out plates for the both of you, looking cautiously around the hall, he had to sigh in relief; his brothers were still out and about.Maybe he could finally have time for just the two of you.

Thank any and every god that one of his activities was going right.

Your smile was gentle and patient as he headed toward you, your whole expression graced with a wash of wonderfully stubborn love. Eskel nearly tripped on a raised tile, his eyes lost in yours instead on the path ahead of him, before quickly recovering his footing.

“Careful there…,”. You warned with a laugh, “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to lunch after all the trouble you’ve gone through today.”

Your Witcher huffed a small laugh, but refused to jinx it any further

However…

About four bites in the hair on the back of his neck began to rise. Something didn’t feel right. He stopped and looked around the hall. All was quiet, but something still nagged him.

Hm.. it’s not his Witcher senses bothering him, or his medallion would have gone off. No… what was bothering him was his sibling senses.

Carefully he put his fork down, the gentle ding clear in his ears. He looked at you, innocent and unaware of what was yet to come, you were too engrossed in your meal to notice the danger looming all too close.

“It’s too quiet-” he tried to warn, but it was too late.

Almost as if it was planned, both Lambert and Geralt came in from different doors and their senses were set on Eskel’s premade food.

“No, no, no, no..!” Eskel started to stand, yellow eyes flaring as Geralt slid in next to you, and Lambert next to him.

“Oooh, smells good, whatcha got there big guy?” Lambert asked with a grin as he reached over onto Eskel’s plate, taking a bite of the meticulously made dish, “oh shit, this is good!”

Geralt looked over onto your plate, “Hm? Can I try some?” He asked, tone calm and deceivingly gentle, but Eskel knew his brothers. Lambert was brash and didn’t care about the consequences as he reached for what he wanted. Geralt on the other hand was calculated. As a child he learned quickly that he needed his approach to be smart if he was going to skirt the slaps and jabs Lambert got, so he’d stick his foot in the door. He’d ask to try some, complement the work, and then eventually get YOU to offer HIM part of your meal. Eskel had fallen for it many times.

“Oh, of course,” you smiled pleasantly as you offered him a fork, watching him take a politely small bite.

“Oh it’s good, Eskel you made this?” Geralt complimented, the slightest smile on his lips as he met the blazing eyes of his closest brother.

“I did…” Eskel gritted out, pushing Lambert away from his plate as he went to reach in again.

“Huh, you’ve never cooked like this for us…” Geralt remarked, rubbing his ‘aching arms’ “mm, too bad my arms are so sore from training today to make myself something like this…”

“Oh… well, would you like some more of mine? I’m sure there’s enough to go around.” You said, offering him a few more forkfuls.

Geralt grinned pointedly at his brother as he lifted his fork again, “Wow, Eskel… you must’ve brought home the most generous person on the continent….”

You smiled at the compliment, but the pleasant expression quickly fell as Eskel stabbed his fork into the table, dangerously close to Lambert's reaching hand, and wordlessly walked away. His shoulders were tight and arched, like a threatened animal, and you weren’t sure if it was growling or muttering beneath his breath that you heard.

“Eskel? My love, where are you going?” You asked as he turned the corner wordlessly.

“Well,” Lambert said, scooting over into Eskel’s seat as he took his plate with a grin, “If he’s not going to finish it then I guess I should.”

All of this Chaos and turmoil had bubbled and stewed and now you hadn’t seen Eskel all afternoon. Sunset was just a few hours away and you were starting to get worried.

“Where could he be..?” You mused to yourself as you pushed past the front doors.You had just stepped outside to look for him once again when you heard a familiar, yet excited sound.

“Bahhhh!” Lil Bleater yelled as she ran toward you, her gait quick and determined as she trampled a path straight toward you.

“Hey, kiddo. Have you- wait, what’s this?” You asked as you quickly snatched the note she was chewing away.

‘Meet me at the stables? Dress warm. -E’

You grinned as you saw Eskel’s neat handwriting scrawled across the simple note. With all the speed you could manage you rushed to get your warmest clothes on, a grin plastered on your face the entire time as you raced through the keep and down to the stables. What you weren’t expecting though was to see Scorpion saddled up, packed saddle bags bulging with various items.

“Eskel..? What is this..?” You smiled, nearly out of breath as you slowed to a stop before the stead-fast stallion. “Are you going somewhere?” You asked, petting Scorpion’s dark muzzle as he leaned his nose in to sniff around your pockets.

“We are,” he smiled, looking at ease once again as he came to your side, “I’m sorry today was- sort of a disaster. I had all of these things planned and just… nothing seemed to go right,” he admitted. “But I think I found the perfect solution…. How do you feel about an impromptu road trip? There’s a little clearing up the side of the mountain that has the most amazing sunsets.

There’s a big tree in the middle that’s perfect to sleep under, and after we eat dinner-” he knocked on a saddle bag, its noise clanking with the sound of a pot and its utensils, “then maybe we can make a fire and stargaze..?”

His large frame was uncharacteristically nervous, his gaze staring down at his rough hands as they came together in front of him. He hoped you’d be willing to try it all again, It hadn’t been a great start, but he was still determined to see it through for you.

When he finally looked up from his hands the brightness of your toothy grin was contagious, Eskel’s own lips tugging up into a wide smile.

“Oh, my love… you had me at ‘road trip’.”

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thewitcheress2389 · 2 years

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Featuring the Netflix Witcher series Geralt and Jaskier along with the Witcher 3′s Geralt, Dandelion, Lambert, and Eskel!💖

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writingmysanity · 2 years

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hey! could i make a request for an eskel x short!reader? preferably the same witch reader you always have, just eskel making fun of their height difference and teasing them? (established relationship) ty, i love ur writing! :)

Five times he teased you about your height, the one time you get to tease him about his

Pairing: Eskel x reader

Word count: 2949

TW: slightly NSFW? alluding to it. Also, blood, canon level though.

A/N: Okay so this got a little out of hand. It is much longer than I meant it to be. I really hope you like it!!

Also... unbeta'd completely, if there are mistakes... so be it. Oops.

Silence washes over the forest as the last of the creature falls at your feet- your sword settled snugly into its chest. Eyeing it cautiously, you watch for any movement, nearly jumping when its clawed foot twitches, the last of life melting from its body. Huffing, you wipe your hands at your pants, nose scrunching in disgust at how its blood paints your skin, the stench turning your stomach as you turn away from it, not even bothering to retrieve your sword yet.

“Esk?” you call gently, whisper swallowed by the shaking of the leaves, a sudden gust of wind cooling the splatter across your arms and face, making you shiver, absently wiping at the crimson liquid.

“You…” There is a soft gasp, and a lull in his words as he hauls himself up slowly, using a tree as support before you rush over to him, hands shooting out to steady him. Golden eyes meet yours, a weak smile crossing his scarred face teasingly. “Red really brings out your eyes,” he chuckles before grunting in pain, staring irritably down at his arm, slashed by the creature's claws.

Rolling your eyes, you lift his arm slightly, mumbling about keeping it elevated while you help him to the horses where all of your supplies are nicely packed away. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, you take on as much of his weight as you can, grumbling about headstrong witchers biting off more than they can chew. He just chuckles, shifting his arm to rest on top of your head, his smile stretching into an all out cheshire grin, eyes dancing with mirth.

“What? You told me to keep it elevated.” you fight the urge to just drop him, eyebrow quirking up at him, unamused.

“Hysterical.”

“I thought so.”

Huffing in pain, you limp towards camp, pausing to lean against a tree to take pressure off of your ankle for just a moment. Looking down, you cringe at the sight of red bleeding through your tunic.

“Fuck,” you whine, pressing your hand on your stomach for pressure. “This was new.”

Hearing your voice, Eskel pokes his head out through the trees, a smile at the ready but sobers quickly. In a moment, he is at your side, kneeling. You ignore the fact that he also has to hunch over while kneeling to get a proper look at you. Straightening some, he just about comes eye to eye with you, worry swimming in his. Taking a deep breath, you force a smile, hoping it is convincing.

You know it isn't.

“If you think this is bad, you should have seen the other guy,” you try to joke, wincing when he lifts your hand from your stomach, gently prodding at the stab wound. He huffs at you, lips tugging into a line, unimpressed.

“Why didn't you call for me?” his voice is strained, you can hear the anger there. Anger that you know isn't aimed towards you- you know what he'd do to protect you. You shrug.

“I tried,” you mumble, knowing he can hear you. “They gagged me.” he straightens more, already standing before you can stop him, a growl tearing from his chest.

“Where are they?” you stop him, lifting your arms to cradle his jaw, ignoring the pain as you stretch. The muscles there work with his restraint, eyes boring down on you. You soften, tugging him closer.

“Dead,” you promise. He stops, blinking down at you before softening significantly, sighing as he leans down, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

“What am i going to do with you?” he wonders out loud, arm wrapping around your middle slowly to tug you closer. Humming contently, you allow yourself to fumble into his chest, resting your forehead next to his heart, tension melting from your shoulders once you're able to feel it thundering under your palm.

“Patch me up?” you suggest after a moment, earning a snort from him and a curt nod.

“Yeah,” he sighs as he straightens up again, standing at his full height, looking down at you. “Can you walk?”

Nodding you move to push yourself off the tree, yelping softly when you suddenly put your full weight on your ankle, Eskel’s hands shooting out to catch you when you stumble.

“That's a no, Kit.” he states softly, hands moving from your hips to right under your armpits as he lifts you, your arms being forced straight, taut with the pressure. Your face squishes with your shoulders begin forced up, face scrunching up in distaste as you kick your feet a bit. He dangles you in front of him like a misbehaving cat, amusement painting his features as your feet sway a good foot and a half off of the ground.

“Say nothing,” you grouch. His silent laughter shakes his frame, and in turn, your entire body.

“Or what?” he muses, laughter subsiding. “You'll scratch me?”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you grumble, kicking out at him, barely hitting his thigh.

“No, I feel like you'd like that too much.”

Soft brown wood, smooth under your fingertips, carved- and collapsable. Grinning, you thank the shopkeeper, pressing her payment into her hand as you skip out. She just laughs, nodding after you.

Have a pleasant day, she calls after you.

Hugging it to your chest, you march up the steps of the Inn with confidence. That same confidence melts away as you reach the door to your room, peeking in to assure yourself that Eskel is still gone- away on his contract. Heaving a sigh of relief, you slide in, closing the door softly behind you as you plop on the bed to look it over again, nodding in satisfaction.

Looking around, you smile at the room. It had been more expensive, but it was bigger than you were used to- including a tub for private baths, instead of having to go to the communal baths, again. There is a dresser, topped with a mirror, and in the corner is a small kitchenette, just big enough to make your own meals, if you so choose, two cabinets hanging on the wall behind it.

Looking out the window, you hum. The sun is starting to go down, vibrant colors painting over the soft blues.

He should be back soon, and he will be hungry. Of that you are sure.

Hopping down from the bed, you move to the kitchenette, beaming as you get to use your new stool. Setting it out, you flatten the top, stepping on it slowly to test it before putting your full weight on it. When it holds, you look up, laughing in delight as the cupboards are right in your line of sight, immediately starting to pull things down to cook.

As you are finishing up rummaging around in the space, Eskel steps in. The door shuts quickly behind him before he looks up at you, his sweet smile stretching further, watching you.

“What is that?” amusement is plain in his voice as he strides to your side, hands settling on your hips to steady you as his sudden presence startled you enough to knock you off balance. Swallowing, you glance up at him through your eye lashes. Even with the stool, he is still taller than you by a head.

“A… stool?” you grumble, hands resting over his. Giving your hips a soft squeeze, he looks down, staring at it, eyebrow arching at you.

“Why?” sighing, you cross your arms, preparing for his teasing.

“To save my knees,” you mumble. His eyebrows shoot up, a shit eating grin stretching across his face as his hands come to rest behind you on the counter, caging you in, a sparkle in his eyes in spite of his exhaustion. “I keep hitting them when I have to climb things.” you clarify, flicking him in the forehead.

His laugh startles you, pulling a smile from you as well as he playfully rubs at his forehead where you flicked him.

“Sure, Kit,” he hums. “Whatever you say.”

Eskel’s hand comes back towards you out of habit, a silent invitation, as hoards of villagers swarm around you, bumping and pushing without even so much as looking up or apologizing. Immediately, you take it, watching the scarred side of his mouth tick up, feeling the size difference in your hands. Silently, he looks behind him, eyes glowing like sunlight, enthralling you- beckoning you like a sunflower to their rays.

“Stay close,” he hums, tugging you closer. Nodding, you rest your cheek on his arm, other hand coming to cradle the back of his arm. He smiles at the sensation, leading you through the crowds, ignoring the sneers and quiet jeers of those who notice who he is.

You are just about to turn to give that last guy a piece of your mind when Eskel tugs you back to him with his hand firm around yours, giving you a soft smile.

“How about some fruit?” He offers, voice gentler than usual. A distraction, because while he appreciates that you'd go to bat for him, he would rather you didn't. Too many out there willing to hurt you to get to him. Sighing, you nod slightly.

“Yeah, sounds nice.”

Silently, he leads you to the stall at the edge of the village, an elderly woman standing there with crates of different fruits and vegetables that are in season. She eyes Eskel closely, so he stands back as you go looking to find what you'd like. She doesn't say anything to this, only seems to relax some, helping you inspect each piece. Two peaches and a bunch of grapes.

He only steps forward to pay, and to her credit, she sends up the slightest of smiles, nodding to him. He nods gently, handing her the coins before turning back to you, smiling now.

“Onward!” you cry playfully, making him laugh, nodding. You motion to a group of trees lining the edge of the village, overlooking the lake nearby. You just about melt when he places his hand on the small of your back, smiling up at him. He relaxes the more you head out of town until you're right on the banks of the lake.

“What would you like?” you hum, holding up the fruit. He looks over them for a moment before grinning, swiping both of the peaches making you gasp at him.

“These,” he states as a matter of factly, eyes shining like melting gold in the sunlight.

“But I wanted one of those,” you whine, reaching for them. Giving you your favorite crooked grin, he lifts them well above his head, knowing you can't reach them.

“Then grab them.” he challenges, tilting his head slightly. Huffing, you look him over slowly, debating on how you want to go about this. The trees aren't close enough for you to use as leverage… there are no rocks, and you'd rather not actually hurt him to get the fruit- besides… he's wearing a cup.

Sighing, your head swings low for a moment, rolling your shoulders.

“Fine,” you hum, meeting his curious eyes as you step back before taking quick steps back towards him, bouncing on the ball of your foot and jumping. Your hands lift to meet his shoulders, hauling you up higher, your legs coming to wrap around his waist, the motion catching him off guard. Instinctively, his hands move to catch you, one hand wrapping under your legs, the one holding the fruit lowering slightly, forgetting what he was doing for a moment, breath catching in his throat.

Grinning to yourself, you slide one of your hands to his neck, scratching up the back of his head gently, toying with the hair there watching his mouth fall slack a bit. Taking advantage of his attention now being on you instead of the fruit, you lean up, stretching your neck some to meet his other hand- winding your free hand around his wrist, tugging it down to you slightly, allowing you to take a bite of one of the peaches. Humming happily, you lick at your lips, lapping up what juice that started to run down your chin, looking back down at him.

He is stone, eyes wide- pupils blown. You swear that he isn't breathing, until you lean down, brushing your lips over the scars on his lip.

“They’re sweet this year,” you purr, teasingly, nose nuzzling into his cheek. “Want to taste?”

This brings him back to life- earning a breathy groan, “Fuck.”

Immediately, he drops the fruit, his hand wrapping around you roughly, pulling you closer. Looking up at him again, you meet his eyes, dark pupils blown to where you can hardly see the gorgeous darkened bronze. You smile, fingers splaying over his shoulder as his lips meet yours.

“Eskel?” you call, trees weaving past you, looking around frantically. Your voice echoes painfully through the open space, fading to a whisper when your voice finds its way back to you, as if beckoning him. Wincing, you stifle your whimper, pausing only to catch your breath, leaning your back against a tree.

“Eskel, please,” you choke out, fighting the trembling in your limbs as you push yourself back up, stumbling back to your feet, moving towards where you heard the screaming earlier. “Just answer me, something. Anything.” you beg, pushing through the undergrowth, ignoring how it cuts through your clothes and pulls at your skin.

If he was anywhere near, he would hear you.

Soon, you stumble into a clearing, blinking rapidly to adjust to the brightness of the light compared to the dim shadows of the trees. Rubbing at your eyes, you squint.

“Oh i'm going to be sick,” you rasp, looking at the scene before you warily, stepping further in slowly. Two creatures and a body- a woman. She is laying face down, but you recognize the clothing. She was the witch that was after Eskel, her blackened hair swirling around her, thickened with blood. Looking around frantically, you find Eskel’s sword lying just a few feet from her- both of them- splattered with blood, the brilliant blades searing in the sunlight.

“...Esk?” you call softly, swallowing. “Love, please… please come out- if you’re hurt i can heal you. Its just me, i swear.”

Nothing.

Blinking back tears, you slide forward stooping to collect his swords. He will need them when you find him.

Not more than a few feet away from his swords, half hidden in the grass, is a small body. Tiny enough to be a doll- maybe 6 inches tall. Frowning, you shuffle closer to him, leaning down to poke at it.

It isn't unusual for witches to use dolls to control people, but it isn't a practice you've seen done recently. And this doesn't look like any doll you've ever seen. The details are too… detailed. They're normally very vague- a piece of the Victim sewn in for the spell to work. It isn't necessary for the doll to look like the target themselves.

Shuffling forward, you lean over it, gently moving to turn it over, the limbs flopping with the movement, moving more like lead then cloth- and is much too solid. Lifting it slowly, you cradle it in your hands, its head resting snugly in one palm as you look it over, watching with wide eyes as the chest rises and falls.

There is no doubt who it is- his scars almost non-existent, but his tousled hair and bright red gibson.

“Esk?” you ask slowly, your voice must be much louder now that you're so close. His tiny body jerks, reaching for his swords out of muscle memory, looking around in a daze, his eyes slowly lifting to meet yours- his brilliant yellow eyes unmistakeable.

“Kit?” His voice is smaller, closer to that of a child, holding none of the baritone or chill it usually does. The squeak makes your lips twitch, as you look at him with care, nearly melting into the ground in relief.

“Oh, thank the gods- you're alive.” he winces, rubbing gingerly at his ear with one hand.

“What happened?” you shake your head, shrugging, careful not to jostle him too much in your hands now that he is sitting up.

“I don't know, you didn't come back last night, and then I heard these awful screams- they sounded like you. I…” you pause, blinking away the tears, shaking off your terror. There is the lightest tap on your palm where he is patting your hand, giving you a slow smile.

“Okay, Kit… It's okay… Im okay.” he states the last bit with slight uncertainty. He doesn't know what happened. Or why he is this size. You nod, accidentally shaking him in your hand.

“We uh… do you think Triss or Yennefer would be able to help you?” you ask softly, gently moving to stroke his head, softening. He is cute this way. He huffs at the fact that he finds himself leaning into your mistrations, rubbing his cheek against the pad of your finger.

“They might,” he hums, the higher pitch making you giggle, pouting when he bites at the pad- the feeling closer to what would normally be a nip. “Hey!” you watch in amusement as his face scrunches up in distaste.

“Can we just go?” he grumbles, your lips twitching a bit, trying not to laugh at him.

“Sure, love,” you hum. “Would you like to travel on my shoulder or my pocket?” if looks could kill, you'd probably be dead, an eyebrow quirking at you, unamused.

“Hysterical.” you have to fight your grin, snickering as you place him on your shoulder.

“I thought so.”

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ANGSTY. ANGRY. ESKEL. ALL MY FAVORITE THINGS.

1.5k words of I don’t even know. Enjoy!!

The letter sat unassumingly on the table, its shadows flickering from the light of the fire in the background. You recognized your handwriting, the careful folds you’d managed before you’d slipped the parchment into the pocket of your jacket and resolved yourself not to think about it until it came time to burn it and hopefully burn the feelings you’d described in it as well.

Except, it wasn’t your jacket. And you were a little busy making sure Jaskier didn’t lose his left arm when you arrived at the tavern to immediately get rid of the letter, throwing it on the chair and leaving for the healer instead.

Looks like Eskel got to it before you could.

Your heart was in your throat. No, no, no, no. He could not have read it. No. You’d meant to just pour out your feelings, the messy, painful, deeply strong and overwhelming love you felt for him that was threatening to strangle you from the inside out. It crawled up your throat and sat on your tongue every day, fighting to get out.

But you knew if you told him, he’d run away. He was always so kind, gentle when he didn’t need to be, except if you got to telling him how beautiful and incredible he was, that he deserved the entire world. Gods fucking forbid you tell that Witcher he wasn’t a monster, that you wouldn’t change a single thing about him, that you thought he was worth everything--

So you swallowed down every word as it threatened to come out, day after day.

And you’d rather be in pain every day than lose him. He wouldn’t let himself hear it, so you had to get it out another way. You wrote a stupid fucking letter of all the things you wish you could say to him then planned to destroy it.

Only you put it in his jacket pocket and then put it in his hands, like your heart was subconsciously wanting to be seen, trying to destroy itself. You grabbed the letter, crumbling it in your hands as your turned on your heels and smack into a confused Jaskier.

“What are you—hey, injured here!” he flailed with his right arm, gesturing towards the sling. “Mind offering some insight into why I just saw Eskel on Scorpion heading out of town?”

You sucked in a breath, and felt something inside you break. There. He’d left and taken your heart with him.

“He’s gone,” you whispered, unable to stop the tears from swimming into your eyes. Jaskier frowned.

“Gone? Like for more supplies?”

When you didn’t answer, he glanced down and ripped the letter from your hand, eyes quickly scanning through. They widened as he looked up. “Please tell me he didn’t read this.”

You bit your wobbling lip, hands clenched at your sides.

“I am beyond what I can recover from. The love I have for you scares me, because I know it will ruin me and I know I will let it. I will let myself be devastated by you, Eskel. Can I borrow this for a song?”

You snatched the letter out of Jaskier’s hands, throwing it right into the fire and ignoring his squeak of indignation. Fuck, you should have done that as soon as you got to the room, you thought as you watched the parchment crinkle and burn black.

---

Jaskier paid for the room with coin made from his previous night’s performance, sleeping on the floor on a puddle of blankets as he grumbled about being the injured one even though he refused when you offered him the bed. Tomorrow, you’d head back out on the road together, most likely towards Novigrad like you were planning, albeit without the witcher. You doubted he’d be headed in that same direction now.

You were feeling pretty grateful the bard had latched himself onto you a few months ago now, as your previous companion literally abandoned you in a tavern with no money and no supplies. Jaskier joined you after ‘his Witcher’ left him, and he added to the money pile so Eskel didn’t say no.

It was months before you ran into him.

You were in the stables, brushing out the mare Jaskier had purchased a few weeks ago. You’d been making some extra coin lately selling the medicinal herbs you’d harvested along your travels, as you and Jaskier tended to stick to the bigger towns with healers and mages. He’d named her Pegasus, which you fully despised and refused to call her.

You’d just finished getting the tangles out of her mane when the stall next to yours swung shut, and you jumped slightly at the loud noise. Peering over at the disturbance, you felt your heart stop at the sight of the familiar red jacket, the one you’d been wearing an hour before he abandoned you.

Eskel turned, meeting your eyes and freezing. Both of you stood in silence, and you hated yourself for it but all you wanted to do was run into his arms and hold him, because you missed hearing his voice and falling asleep on his shoulder and smelling his unique scent of pine trees and leather until—

“Oh. Didn’t think I’d see you again.” Eskel’s voice was clipped, almost seething. You didn’t recognize it. “I’ll be gone tonight, don’t worry.” He turned and headed out of the stables without waiting for your reaction.

Confused, it took a moment for the words and tone to filter through before you were stomping after him.

“You don’t get to be the one that’s angry, you asshole. You left me!”

“You mocked me!” he hissed back, turning and stepping forward into your space and for a split second, you felt like you’d make a mistake in provoking the huge Witcher. He’d never looked more intimidating than he did right now. “I expect it from everyone else, but never from you.”

You flinched, feeling like he’d just pierced one of those swords on his back right into you chest. You felt tears gather in your eyes, at the very thought that the man you love would ever think that about you--

Eskel caught it, always able to read you so well. His face immediately softened, taking another step towards you, but you held up your hands reflexively, eyes squeezing shut. “If you really think I would hurt you, then maybe it’s a good thing you left.”

When you opened you eyes, Eskel was staring back at you with a blank expression, like all the emotion that was always so clear on his face had been forced off, a mask in its place that you didn’t recognize.

“Yeah. Maybe it is.”

He turned, and you reacted out of instinct, reaching out and grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. He could have easily you off completely, but he didn’t, and you finally felt the tears slip down your face silently.

“You made a better Gods damned career out of pain than you did monster hunting at this point, Eskel.” you whispered, hand gripping onto the sleeve of his coat. You weren’t letting him just run away this time. “All you think about is the person you used to be, and it’s like you cherish this scar tissue more than you do anything else. Why don’t you think you deserve to be happy? Why do you keep pushing... it away?” Me. Pushing me away.

He still wouldn’t meet your eyes, but he stopped pulling away, face tense. You let out a breath, knowing it was already past the point of no return. It was the second he read that letter.

“The thing is, I didn’t know the man you were before you got those scars, before the world made you feel like you weren’t worthy of anything... anything good. I’ve always just know you like this. And that’s who I want. That’s who I fell in love with. Gods, Eskel, if you’d just--”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before a pair of soft, trembling lips were on yours, strong arms wrapping around your body before you could utter a surprised gasp. You immediately clutched on to him, the kiss tasting desperate and heavy as Eskel pulled you against his body like he wanted to absorb you completely.

You whimpered, lips parting and letting out a groan when his tongue slid into your mouth hesitantly. The hand you weaved into his hair at the back of his head encouraged him, and he tilted his face to deepen the kiss, wet and hot in a way that had your knees suddenly feeling very weak.

When you finally pulled away for air, Eskel’s golden eyes were staring down at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held in his hands. You reached up with your free hand and cupped his jaw, thumb brushing against the scar that bit through his lip.

Eskel shuddered in your arms, eyes fluttering shut as you carefully traced up the still-sensitive flesh of the scars marking his face, brushing his hair away before your hand came down to rest on his chest.

“I’m not-- I don’t feel like the man you love yet,” he said quietly, almost a whisper, and his voice was shaking. “But I want to. I’m terrified.”

You leaned up and kissed him softly for a moment and just staying close, lips still a hairs breadth away, murmured, “Just don’t run away again. Please, I can’t--” your voice cracked, a wave of sickness at just the thought of not having him now that he was--

“I won’t.” He leaned back, eyes soft. “It just— I already accepted no one was ever going to want me like that. Reading those words… Did you really mean what you wrote?”

You laughed drily, sighing. “Yeah. Didn’t plan on you ever reading it, so. I probably put some things in that I would have never said out loud, but, yeah. I did.”

Eskel hummed, tucking you into his arms and resting his chin on the top of your head, arms tight around your shoulders. “For me, too.”

You let yourself take a big breath of his scent, something so uniquely Eskel you could never get enough of, before you looked up at him, brows furrowed.

He smiled, kissing you. “I’d let myself be devastated by you, my love. Over and over.”

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