#eskel x reader angst

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Decisions Done and Chosen (netflix!Eskel x witch!reader)

A/N: It has been a hot second, but I’ve decided to just post what I have because I could sit on it for years thinking its not perfect lmao, I won’t link all of the previous parts here but they are on my masterlist here. It’s under netflix!Eskel’s series :)

Warnings: angst, nothing outside of canon

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: After Eskel’s near-death experience, you come to terms with what you must do to keep him safe.

You watched as the mirror in front of you began to vibrate rapidly. The fire in the hearth to your left grew significantly, but with a wave of your hand, the flames calmed down. 

The glass of the mirror seemed to turn to liquid and then it began to move in a swirling motion. It reminded you of a whirlpool. 

You recited a spell and held your hand up to the mirror. The moonflower vine that grew in a corner of your room began to wilt, bright white flowers crumpling and green leaves shriveling up. Though you were pulling energy from the flowers, you could sense the use of chaos taking a toll on you. It had only been a few days since the slyzards had attacked, and you were no where near healed from what you had done. But you had no choice. You had questions, and they couldn’t wait to be answered. 

Tissaia de Vries appeared in the mirror before you. 

“Y/N.”

You lifted your chin just a little and straightened your shoulders, a habit that followed you from your days at Aretuza. 

“I haven’t heard from you in a while. I was concerned.” 

“I’ve been busy.” You lowered your gaze to your hands, brushing your thumb against the scar on your opposite palm. “There are a couple things that I need to discuss with you, and I need your complete honesty.”

The rectress nodded once. 

“Maksym Voric is dead, Tissaia.” 

A nauseating feeling began to stir in your gut, making your insides churn. 

Tissaia was quiet for a brief moment.

“I know. I am…. I’m sorry for your loss, Y/N.”

You bit back the tears, forcing any emotion to the very back of your mind. You brought your eyes back up to her. 

“Who sent them?”

“Sent who—,”

“Don’t treat me like a fool, Tissaia.” You cut her off. “I know it wasn’t anyone from the North who sent those hounds. They were from the Chapter.”

Tissaia looked over her shoulder for a brief moment. 

“Y/N, the trouble you have caused is insurmountable—,”

“That was three years ago!”

“And the Chapter is receiving pressure to stop avoiding the issue.”

“So they will do anything now to get to me?” You tilted your head to the side just a little. “Including breaking their own rules?”

“That isn’t something the Chapter does, Y/N. You know how they are with order.”

“Someone forced their way into Triss Marigold’s mind to search for me, Tissaia. Any semblance of order was abandoned when they sent two draconids after me.” You paused momentarily, clenching your teeth together. That feeling in your stomach hadn’t subsided. If anything, it was getting worse. You brought your left hand up to your stomach. 

“Was anyone hurt?”

The door to your room opened to your right. Eskel appeared in the doorway, confused at what he saw. Luckily, Tissaia couldn’t see him. 

You held your right hand up to Eskel, wanting him to stay where he was. Tissaia didn’t need to see him. 

“Is someone in the room with you?” Tissaia asked. 

“There was a man who was hurt.” Your voice lowered to a whisper. “He nearly died. If I– If I hadn’t been there he….” You shook your head softly as if to get rid of the thoughts. “If he had died, the Chapter would have had more pressing matters to deal with than pressure from above.”

“Well, I promise you that I had nothing to do with the draconids that were sent. I wasn’t aware Triss was with you.”

“She isn’t. She told me of what happened, that someone was so desperate to get their hands on me they’d abandon the Chapter. If any more innocent blood is spilled in the quest for me, Tissaia, I promise you that the hell I raised in Cravaria will be nothing more than a footnote in history compared to what will happen.”

“Y/N, be reasonable. You killed a king. That alone is enough to have the Chapter– as well as the rest of the Continent –imprison you, or worse…. But you didn’t stop when you killed Branimor. You ended his entire kingdom.”

“Then that should be enough of a warning to you and the rest of the Brotherhood to leave those I know alone. Maksym did nothing wrong. He was loyal to your cause, and yet you killed him!”

“It wasn’t my choice, Y/N. Don’t you think you’ve played these games long enough? Stregorbor has never been a fan of yours and ever since Cravaria fell, he’s even more unstable. Do you know what he will do with you once he has you killed?”

“That man will never get his hands on me.” You almost spoke through your teeth. “I’ll kill him myself before that ever happens. Why do we continue to let those with dated and sexist ideologies stay in the Chapter, Tissaia?”

“There is no we anymore, Y/N.”

You turned your head to look out of the window as a cool breeze blew in.

“There has not been a we since you murdered King Branimor three years ago. There has only been us…. and you.”

Eskel moved to lean against your vanity, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Even if I wanted to come back, I couldn’t.” You murmured. Your life really was over. It had been over for the last three years. You were bound to Kaer Morhen forever. 

“That’s right.” Tissaia confirmed, her voice quiet. 

You let out a breath, goosebumps rising across your skin. A strange sensation began to form in your stomach. 

You could never go home, wherever that may be. Aretuza. Ban Ard. Anywhere else the Chapter had sent you over the years or where you had been placed. Cravaria had been your home for twenty years before you razed it. You truly had nowhere to turn to even if you could freely roam the Continent. 

“Sabrina has asked how you are.”

You turned your head to Tissaia, a little smile coming to your lips. 

“She has? I’ve missed her.”

“She misses you as well.” A very rare smile found its way to the rectress’s face. 

You gazed at her for a few heartbeats. 

“Tissaia, Branimor attacked me.” Your voice wasn’t as strong as you had hoped it would be. But it was enough for her to hear you. 

Her brow furrowed and her smile fell. 

“What?”

You looked over to Eskel, who gave you an encouraging nod. 

“The day Cravaria fell…. He had dimeritium handcuffs…. I have scars to prove it.” You put your hand over your heart. An aching pain found its way to your skin. “After–After I killed him…. I just lost control of myself, Tissaia. I lost control of my chaos.”

She was quiet for a few moments. 

“I would’ve liked to have heard this three years ago.”

“Well you’re hearing it now.”

There was a knock on a door coming from Tissaia’s side of the mirror. 

“I have to go.” She spoke quietly. “But we will speak soon. For now, be safe.”

You nodded once and waved your hand in front of the mirror. The illusion of the rectress disappeared, leaving just a normal mirror behind. 

You looked at your reflection for a few moments, staring blankly at yourself. Blood trickled from your nose, the tickling sensation pulling you from your trance-like state. 

“Are you alright?” Eskel asked, taking a few steps towards you as you wiped the blood on the back of your hand. 

“I’m fine.”

“You shouldn’t be using your chaos so soon, witch.” He placed his hands on either of your biceps, helping to steady you. You appeared to be swaying just slightly where you stood. 

“Who was that?”

“Tissaia de Vries. She…. Well, I suppose she raised me.”

“Do you contact her often?”

“No.” You shook your head gently. “I usually don’t talk to her during the winter when everyone is here. But I needed to speak with her.”

“Is it safe? The way you were communicating with her through the mirror?” He used the sleeve of his tunic to wipe the blood that had dripped onto your lip. 

“Yes.” You turned your head away from him. You didn’t want to be coddled. “I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t safe.”

Eskel watched the way you stood there, absentmindedly rubbing your arm as you gazed off at nothing. Your mind was too busy thinking to actually look at anything. 

“What did she tell you that has you worried?”

You turned your head to look at him, taking in a small breath. 

“Let’s walk.” You moved towards the door to your room. 

“Can you handle a walk right now?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I couldn’t.”

Eskel fell in sync beside you as you started down the hallway. 

“The roach-hounds that killed Maksym Voric were sent by the Chapter.”

“Do you mages frequently kill your own?”

“No. At least we don’t agree to it as a group. Sometimes one mage will act on their own but…. Maksym has never stepped out of line. He’s always listened to their foolishness.”

“Then his death was a means to get to you.” Eskel glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes. He wanted to make sure what he said hadn’t crossed a line. He knew very well that Voric’s death was still a fresh wound, just as his near death experience was still very fresh and a very touchy subject for you. 

You nodded your head slowly. 

“And I fear it has worked.” You sighed. 

“What do you mean?”

“There’s a conclave being held during Ostara. The Chapter is reviewing last year and discussing the coming year. Yennefer and Triss were talking about it last night.”

“And you…. You plan to attend the meeting?” Eskel came to a stop, his hand finding your arm. He stopped you and made you face him. 

“Yes.”

He furrowed his brows as he looked down at you. 

“Y/N, that is the most stupid thing I have ever heard in my entire life! Why the fuck would you do such a thing?” He practically demanded, his tone only becoming stern and rude because of how worried the idea made him. 

You found yourself looking up at him, searching his blue eyes for a few moments. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him for raising his voice at you. You knew it was a stupid choice, but it was your only choice. 

“This coming year will be the third summer I will have been here alone, Eskel.” Your voice was soft. “I-I can’t do it again. I wasn’t meant to decay here in this keep, to rot and-and lose my sanity a little more every year. You witchers are gone for eight months of the year, and I am alone for those eight months. I make do with what I have. I’ve become accustomed to quite literally walking on foot down to the very bottom of the mountain to the village just to see people. Can you imagine that, Eskel? Me walking on foot down a fucking mountain just to see a shit village full of shit people?” You laughed pitifully at yourself, sniffling as you blinked the tears away. “I am more than that.”

You shook your head softly. 

“One can only make illusions so many times before she starts to forget they are just that. Just illusions.”

“I don’t have to go on the Path this year, doll.” Eskel murmured. There was a timidness in his voice. You two were still new to…. whatever relationship it was that you had. He didn’t want to overstep. But he also didn’t like the thought of you being so lonely. He had never thought about your time alone at Kaer Morhen. And you had certainly never let on that any of it bothered you. 

“Yes, you do.” You nodded just slightly. “You have your duties, and I have my own.”

As the witcher gazed at you, so many thoughts moved through his head. 

He was frustrated with you. Why couldn’t you see the danger you were going to be putting yourself into? Why couldn’t you be more agreeable? Why couldn’t you see how badly he wanted you to stay? Did he not sound desperate enough? Eskel surely thought he did, and he hated it. But he was willing to try anything to get you to stay with him, to stay at Kaer Morhen. 

As he repeated your words in his head, he recalled something Triss had told him when you had gone to see Maskym Voric. She mentioned how both of your duties, your work and his, came between your relationship. That was why in the end, Voric and you weren’t together. 

“Sometimes love isn’t enough.” Triss’s words echoing in his head caused his stomach to knot up. 

“I won’t let duties come between us. Not like they did for you and Voric.”

You took a step back, putting space between yourself and the wolf. 

“What?”

“That’s why you didn’t work out, isn’t it?”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“I know enough to know that allowing space between us will be our downfall.”

You shook your head, locking your jaw tightly for a few moments. 

“There is no happy ending with me, witcher. There is only downfall.”

This time, Eskel shook his head. He ran a hand over his face, growling in frustration. 

“It’s suicide if you go to that meeting.”

You looked down at his medallion, taking a few moments to think. Your eyes flickered back up to meet his and you turned to start walking again. You folded your hands at your waist, knowing very well that you wanted to start picking at your nails. It was a bad habit you didn’t often do. 

Eskel started to walk beside you once more.

“I had a dream last night. I…. I saw these walls caving in. The stones were falling, collapsing.”

“It was just a dream.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “It means nothing.”

“Everything that happens, happens for a reason. Whether I am just being paranoid about it or not, I-I saw death. And I cannot be responsible for any more death. Your near-death experience was almost too much for me.”

“I don’t like the idea of you going alone.”

“Yennefer and Triss will be with me.”

“I’d like to be as well.”

You smiled softly as you looked over at the wolf.

“Sweet witcher. Even if you were allowed to go, I couldn’t let you. You don’t need to involve yourself in sorcerers and mages.”

He let out a heavy sigh through his nose, his hands curling into fusts 

“You’ve got your mind set on this, haven’t you?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Then there’s nothing I can do to stop you.”

“I’m afraid not.” 

Eskel rubbed the back of his neck. 

“I hate to…. I just…. I don’t want to see anything happen to you, Y/N.”

You took his hand and laced your fingers together. 

A part of you wanted to tell him that the biggest reason you had decided to go was because you had almost lost him. That was a terrifying experience, something you never wanted to go through again. You didn’t want a target to be on the back of his head while he was on the Path, so you needed to do whatever you could to make things better. You needed to do something about it. 

This was your only choice. 

***

As you stirred the last spoonful of sugar into your tea, the doors to the kitchen burst open. You lifted your head to see Yennefer standing in the doorway, violet eyes finding you. 

“For fuck’s sake, Yennefer! You’re going to break the bloody doors!” Lambert cursed.

“All of you, get out. Now.” She demanded, moving around the tables. 

You leaned against a table as you sipped your tea, watching the wolves debate their next moves. 

Coen and Lambert shared a glance. Geralt looked between you and Yennefer, unsure of what was happening. 

“Yennefer, what’s wrong?” Triss asked. 

“I need a word with Y/N. You can stay, Triss. Everyone else, leave.”

“If you need to talk in private, go somewhere else, mage.” Lambert told her, to which she shot him a glare. 

“Come on, Lambert.” Coen clapped his brother on the shoulder. “We don’t want to get involved with this.”

“Maybe I do.”

Eskel stayed where he sat across from Geralt. Blue eyes carefully watched Yennefer of Vengerberg. 

“Yennefer, what’s going on?” Geralt leaned back in his seat. 

“How long have you been speaking with Tissaia, Y/N?” 

“I first contacted her seven months after Cravaria fell.”

“Why?”

“Has she reached out to you?” You ignored her question.

“Telepathically, yes. She wanted to know if I knew anything about Cravaria. Y/N, why the hell would you put yourself in danger like that?”

“I know what I am doing, Yennefer.”

“Tissaia can’t be trusted.”

“She can’t be entirely trusted, but I believe she can be to an extent.” 

You held her gaze as a silence fell between you both. 

“Y/N, what have you told her?” Triss asked hesitantly. You put your tea down and folded your arms over your chest. 

“I have just used her to keep tabs on what the Chapter is doing. I don’t speak to her often.”

“When was the last time you spoke to her?” 

“Last evening. I began to tell her the truth about Branimor, but we were interrupted.” 

“What did you hope would come out of that, Y/N? Do you think that you’ll magically be forgiven? That everything will suddenly be okay and the Chapter would welcome you back with open arms?” Yennefer furrowed her brow.

You didn’t answer her. 

“She’s attending a meeting with them.”

Your eyes darted over to Eskel. The wolf was watching you carefully. 

“What?” Geralt looked at his brother then at you. You stayed silent, your lips pressed together in a line. 

“During Ostara, there’s a meeting. Y/N has said she’s going to it.”

“Oh my gods.” Yennefer rubbed her brow.

“I do not have to explain myself to anyone.” You started to make your way towards the door but using her magic, Yennefer formed a shield over the doors. 

You turned your head to look at her, locking your jaw tightly. She knew you wouldn’t be able to put up a fight. You were still weak.

“It’s suicide, Y/N.” Her voice was quiet. 

“So I’ve been told.” Your eyes met Eskel’s. He held your gaze, but only for a few moments before he looked away. 

“Y/N, you know the Chapter won’t take lightly to your return.” Triss spoke softly.

“The Chapter sent roach-hounds after Maksym Voric, Triss. They killed one of their own to try to pry me out of hiding. And unfortunately they have succeeded. They have already tried to use you to get to me, which only lead to Eskel nearly dying and I-I cannot….” You paused, shaking your head as you gazed at Triss. “I can’t lose anyone else, Triss.”

“The Chapter sent the hounds?” She furrowed her brows. “Maksym was one of their best.”

“That was why I reached out to Tissaia. And I-I have a couple other reasons for wanting to go to the meeting in the spring, but I cannot risk your life or Yennefer’s, or anyone else’s. Not anymore. I’ve already done so for far too long.”

Silence fell around the room. 

Yennefer was still clearly unhappy about your decision. She kept her arms crossed as she watched you. 

“Stregorbor has been using Cravaria as a means to justify your affliction with the Curse, Y/N.” She said.

You took a seat at the table, rubbing your temple. 

“Every time that you’ve been mentioned when there’s been a conclave, he brings it up.” Triss added.

“I thought he would. But I am not afraid of him like everyone else might be. He’s just an old man hiding behind false ideologies.”

“His ideologies are dangerous, Y/N.” Yennefer said.

“What curse?” Geralt asked, looking between the three mages in the room. 

You were silent, your eyes focusing on a particular marking in the table. It appeared to be from a knife and cut deep into the wood.

“The Curse of the Black Sun.” Yennefer moved to sit at the table just like everyone else. “Y/N was born during an eclipse.”

Eskel furrowed his brow, turning his head to look at you. You kept your eyes on the marking on the table. 

“Stregorbor has been trying to use the Curse to have Y/N imprisoned or even executed for decades.” Triss shook her head. “He’s an awful man.”

“The Curse is just the words of an old fool that bastards like Stregobor keep listening to.” You let out a small breath. “Cravaria…. From an outsider’s perspective, yes, Cravaria could seem like a result of whatever affliction the Curse causes if one believes in it. But the reality is, it wasn’t caused by that nonsense. It was because I…. I lost control of myself after what happened. I was consumed by emotions. And that is why I want to go to the meeting at the beginning of Ostara.”

“I still think it’s a stupid idea.” Yennefer shook her head softly. “The Chapter won’t care that your emotions got the best of you. They’ll justify it with the fact that we were taught differently, to handle our emotions. 

Your hand came up to the pendant around your neck. You pressed your lips together firmly, eyes diverted to the center of the table as to avoid contact with anyone. 

“She’s already made her decision.” Eskel sighed out, uncrossing his arms and placing his hands on his hips. “There’s no use in trying to reason with her.”

“You’re okay with this, witcher?” Yennefer furrowed her brow. 

“I never said I was.”

“He doesn’t have to be, Yennefer.” You stood up too quickly, causing the room around you to spin. You braced yourself on the table with one hand and took a deep breath. The nauseous feeling returned, much to your dismay. “No one has to be okay with my decisions except me.”

Silence fell around the room as the violet eyed mage met your gaze. She wasn’t going to back down so easily and accept your choice. 

“It’s done, Yenn.” You lowered your voice, bringing your hand up to your stomach. “It’s best that you leave it be.”

As you started for the door, Triss took a couple steps towards you. 

“Do you want help getting to your room, Y/N?” She asked quietly. 

You shook your head, holding a hand up to her as you continued to the door. 

“In all my life, I swear I’ve never seen something so stupid.” Yennefer took a seat at the table. She brought her hands up to rub her eyes and then brushed her hair back. Her eyes fell on Eskel, who was staring at the door you had disappeared out of. “And you, witcher? You’re just going to let her kill herself?”

“Yennefer.” Geralt said her name almost as if to warn her not to start a fight with Eskel.

“Don’t fucking turn this around like it’s my fault she’s chosen to do this.” Eskel spoke through clenched teeth. He took a step towards the mage, though he had no intentions of hurting her. “You of all people should know how gods damned stubborn she is. If I could change her mind, I’d do it with no hesitation.”

“You could if you cared enough to bother to try.” 

Eskel snarled and something akin to a growl vibrated in his chest. 

“You fucking bitch! You speak of something you know nothing about!” 

Triss stepped forward, placing herself between Yennefer and Eskel. She reached a hand out towards Eskel as if to calm him. 

Geralt had also moved closer to the witcher and mage, standing just behind Yennefer. She didn’t seem affected by Eskel’s sudden fiery anger. She remained seated, knees crossed as she looked up at him. 

“Y/N cares about you, Eskel.” Triss told him. 

“Bullshit.” He spat.

“No, it isn’t.” She smiled softly and shook her head just a little. “And you know it.”

Dark blue eyes held her gaze before he turned away, shaking his head and clenching his hands into fists by his sides. 

“She is hellbent on correcting whatever she can so that no one else is hurt, so that no one else is killed like Voric. It’s been eating away at her. The slyzard attack was the final straw.” He ran a hand over the scarred side of his face. “She’s only going to get herself killed.”

“She’s scared.”

Eskel turned around so that he could see his brother. 

“She seemed pretty damn certain of what she was doing, Geralt.”

“I didn’t say unsure, Eskel. Scared. She’s stuck in a corner with no options and no control over anything.”

The dark haired witcher let out a breath through his nose, his jaw ticking as he clenched his teeth together. 

“The conclave isn’t for another three weeks, Eskel.” Triss told him. “Perhaps she will change her mind by then.”

***

Darkness had fallen on Kaer Morhen. The sun had set long ago, though no one was asleep. As usual, the inhabitants of the School of the Wolf were in the Great Hall keeping themselves occupied with card games and drinks. 

You kept to yourself most of the day following the conversation with Yennefer and the others in the kitchen. Instead of socializing, you had slept, exhaustion getting the best of you. 

The nearly seven hour nap felt like it had done nothing for you. Your limbs still ached, joints still throbbed with a pain that almost made it unbearable to move. But it wasn’t in your nature to let something like pain stop you. If anything, it fueled the fire inside you. 

You found yourself traveling down the large staircase heading for the Great Hall. The spiral stairs were never an issue before. If you didn��t feel like traversing them, you could use a portal. Now, however, that wasn’t an option. 

The stairs had never seemed like such an impossible feat until moving made you nauseous. You had to stop and place your hand on the stone wall while you took in slow breaths. 

“Is everything alright?” 

You looked up to see Vesemir climbing the staircase just ahead of you. 

“Just fine, Vesemir.” You used your hand that wasn’t holding the wall to smooth out your dress skirt. 

“You look unwell.”

“I am fine.” You repeated, your tone a little firm. He stopped a couple steps below you. 

“Your heart is still beating slowly.”

“It’s only been three days. Healing won’t happen in such a short time.”

“Where are you trying to go?”

You let out a small breath, shaking your head gently. 

“Anywhere, Vesemir. Anywhere but my fucking room. I can’t stand the silence.”

Wordlessly, he came to stand beside you and offer you his arm. You wanted to object, to insist that you could handle yourself. But in all reality, you felt as though you would tumble down the staircase at any moment. 

You took his arm and let him help you down the stairs at your own pace. 

“I never thanked you for what you did for Eskel.”

“It isn’t necessary.”

“But it is. You didn’t just heal a broken bone. What you did involved great risk on your end. You saved his life, and for that I thank you.”

You said nothing. 

“I hear you are leaving come Ostara.”

“Do you think that I have no chance going to the conclave?”

Vesemir turned his head to look at you for a moment. 

“You’re asking for my opinion?”

You nodded just a little. 

“I don’t ask that of everyone. Age either turns a man into a fool or into an intellect. I happen to think you’re the latter.”

“Thanks…. I think.”

Once you reached the bottom of the stairs, Vesemir let you go. You folded your hands at your waist and continued to walk next to him. 

“As for your question, it depends on what you are hoping to succeed from attending the conclave.”

“I want to clear my name– or at least do so as best as I can. Cravaria was my fault, but the truth of what happened remains to be known to practically anyone who isn’t here on this mountain.”

“I’ve never known sorcerers to be a very forgiving bunch.”

“They aren’t.” You sighed. “And I know that there will be trouble the second I am seen by anyone. It won’t be easy but…. But everyone I am around is in constant danger. We were lucky to not have any issues until this winter.”

“This winter.” The old witcher repeated, nodding his head. “This winter has surely been an interesting one. Yennefer of Vengerberg’s first winter here…. And the winter that Eskel and yourself seem to have come to some sort of…. arrangement.” 

You pressed your lips together into a line, eyes lingering further down the hallway. Vesemir came to a stop and turned so that he faced you. 

“Your heart just picked up pace when he was mentioned…. You are worried?”

You looked at the witcher for a few heartbeats. 

“I know he is angry with me, with my decision. But it’s done. I’ve made up my mind.”

“He’s only concerned for your safety.”

“I know.”

“I won’t muddle in your affairs. I prefer not to.” Vesemir shook his head. “I have to go search for a book in the library for Triss. But no matter what happens, keep his worry in your mind, please. I know how…. stubborn both of you can be. He isn’t easily letting you go and you are just as unwilling to change your mind. Whatever happens, just keep him in mind.”

Always. 

You gave Vesemir a light nod and then continued down the hallway towards the Great Hall. 

***

You approached the table full of witchers and mages. The dark haired witcher was absent from the table. 

“So you’ve decided to give up?” 

“Lambert.” Geralt said the witcher’s name. Your attention found Lambert. You tilted your head to the side just a little. 

“What?” Your tone was harsh and cold, almost as if you were daring him to repeat himself. 

“After all these years, you’re finally turning yourself in?” Coen asked. 

“Your brother almost died.” You spoke under your breath, knowing very well everyone could hear you just fine. “He nearly lost his life just days ago because it is no longer safe for me to be here. It wasn’t the Nordlings who sent those slyzards, it was the fucking Brotherhood of Sorcerers. I may be arrogant at times, but I know where to draw the line.”

“We just don’t want to see anything happen to you.” Triss spoke quietly. 

You took a slow and steady breath through your nose. 

You didn’t want to face the Brotherhood. You didn’t want to leave Kaer Morhen forever. But you knew you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if someone within the Keep died because of you. 

“Where is he?”

“In the stables.” Geralt answered. 

***

Eskel lifted his head as he heard you approach. The oil lamps hanging up in the stables provided a comfortable glowing light. 

Your eyes met briefly before he looked away.

“Don’t you have a cauldron to stir, witch?”

“Funny, witcher.” You stopped at Cypress, brushing her nose. “I understand your frustration–,”

“Don’t start with that bullshit.” He cut you off, shaking his head. “You don’t understand shit.”

“Can we at least have a conversation like adults, Eskel?”

“No.”

“I want to talk to you.”

“To hell with what you want. You sure as hell don’t care about what I want.”

You stared at the witcher at a loss for words. If he wasn’t willing to talk to you, you couldn’t make him. 

Cypress pressed her nose into your chest as you stopped petting her. You looked at her, smiling automatically at your mare. You rubbed her nose and leaned forward to kiss between her eyes. 

“I’d like for you to keep Cypress.”

Eskel stopped brushing down Scorpion and turned his head to look at you. 

“What?”

“I’m not sure what will happen.” Your voice fell to a quiet murmur. You knew very well he was already jumping to the conclusion of your death. “I-I just don’t like the thought of leaving her without a keeper. And you…. Well, she enjoys Scorpion’s company.”

Eskel pressed his lips together firmly. He gripped the tack brush tightly in his hand. 

You gazed back at him, all the words you wanted to say became stuck in your throat. The confidence you had upon approaching him dissipated and instead, a sinking, gut-wrenching pain began to take its place. 

Your throat became scratchy and your nose tingled. You cleared your throat to ensure you would be able to speak properly. With a gentle pat to Cypress’s shoulder, you began to walk away from the stables. 

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. “What did you want to talk about, witch?”

You stopped walking but kept your back to him. 

Could you do it? Could you tell him the truth? That you never wanted to leave him? To lose him? That it caused a physical pain inside you to think of losing him? 

“It doesn’t matter.” Your voice broke. You only made it to the first set of stone stairs before he stopped you, his hand clasping your arm. 

“Why are you crying?” He turned you around to face him. You looked up at him, vision blurry with tears, and shook your head softly. 

“I can’t…. I can’t lose you like I lost him.” 

Eskel furrowed his brow as he looked down at you.

“Like Maksym.” You uttered his name softly, sniffling as you wiped your cheeks. “I can’t-I can’t, and I know it’s hard and my decision isn’t fair to you, but I-I can’t– Eskel, I can’t–,”

“Hush, witch.” He stopped you, reaching his hand up to cup your jaw. His thumb stroked your cheek. “You aren’t going to lose me.”

“I almost did. Your blood…. It was everywhere.” You closed your eyes, wincing at the memory. 

Large arms wrapped around you, drawing you into his chest. You slipped an arm underneath his, your hand coming up to the space between his shoulder blades. The both of you stood together for what felt like just a few moments, but it had been minutes. 

You pulled away first, lifting your head so you could look up at him. 

“Death follows me, witcher, and I can’t have you in the way of his wrath.”

“Death doesn’t follow you.” He shook his head, his arms slipping from around you as you began to walk away from him. He followed you up the ramparts to a higher level. 

“My family…. Cravaria…. Maksym…. Perhaps the Curse is real.” You whispered. 

“The Curse of the Black Sun. You never told me you were born beneath an eclipse.”

“It’s not something I brag about.” You glanced over your shoulder at him. 

“But it is something that could have been brought up when I told you about Deidre.”

You said nothing.

“You mentioned your family. You said they died in a fire.”

You came to a stop at the end of the rampart and looked out over the courtyard below. 

“Every mage has a conduit moment. A moment where they show the first signs of chaos. Mine…. Mine was a fire that broke out one night while I was sleeping. I was having a nightmare, and it just happened.”

You crossed your arms tightly over your chest. 

“I’ve never believed the Curse, simply because I thought I was better than it, than those other girls…. I believed that the events were just things that happened to me. Everyone goes through hardships. But no one does what I have done, so perhaps there is something to it.”

Eskel brought his hand up to his cheek, the rough pads of his fingertips tentatively touching the scarred skin. 

“I’m scared, witcher.” Your voice was shaky as you looked over the courtyard and then to the massive expanse of the Blue Mountains that could be seen from where you stood. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon and shed light on the mountains.

“Scared of what, witch?”

You took a breath in an attempt to calm down, but it became stuck in your throat. You shook your head just a little. A warm breeze blew your hair and your dress.

“Everything, it seems.” You murmured. “I want to stay just as badly as you don’t want me to leave. But it needs to be done.”

“Let me go with you, please.” He moved to stand closer to you, choosing to stand just off to your left. 

You closed your eyes tightly, unable to see the heartbroken look on his face that would match the tone of his broken voice. Tears slipped down your cheeks. 

“What if it’s what I want?” He placed his hand upon your elbow. 

“You’ll die.”

“For such a pretty hellbeast, I’d gladly lay my life down.”

You tried to fight the smile that pulled at your lips, but he saw it. You opened your eyes to look at him, shaking your head. 

“Now isn’t the time for jesting, witcher.”

The smile that had formed on his lips from seeing yours faded as he gazed at you. Eskel pulled your hand from where it was tucked beneath the opposite arm. Without saying a word, your hand was placed in the center of his chest. His medallion was pushed aside to allow your hand to rest where it usually did.

“Do you feel my heart beating?”

You looked down at your hand, the ache in your stomach crept up into your ribs. 

“I do.”

His thumb brushed along the back of your hand as he hesitated to continue. 

“Ask me again if I’ve ever been in love.”

Your brows knit together just a bit. You could hear his heart beat quicker as you repeated his words in your head. 

“Eskel, I don’t understand–,”

“Ask me again.” He repeated, his tone a gentle demand. 

“Have you…. Have you ever been in love?”

“I think so.”

Silence fell upon you as you realized what he was saying, though the process was slow. 

“I think that I-I may be in love, witch.”

Your eyes found his almost instantly. Goosebumps broke out across your skin. 

Eskel was silent as he let you take in the gravity of what he had just said. He could hear your heart pick up pace, hear the way your breathing changed. 

“Oh, witcher.” Your voice was gentle and quiet. “It isn’t safe to love me.”

“Love of any sort isn’t safe. It’s like playing with fire.” He squeezed your hand ever so gently. A little smile pulled at the scarred corner of his lips. “But I knew what I was getting into in the beginning.”

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Prey of the Hunt- Chapter 8

A/N: wow its been a hot minute since the last chapter, huh? I hope you all enjoy this chapter as wont lie, I cried a lil when I was writing it.

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 1.5k

Warning: this will include some spoilers about who is involved in the Battle of Kaer Morhen from TW3, this is also kind of a depressing chapter.

Summary: It’s time to prepare for the final battle. The long hours and endless preparation begin to wear on you, and so do the endless questions. Will spring come for you and Eskel?

Chapter 9

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The next day had everyone immediately working on their assignments; Geralt and Yennefer left before most people awoke, trying to get a jumpstart on recruitment. You barely saw anyone that day besides Vesemir, catching people here and there as they stopped by to grab a quick lunch before getting back to it. Even Eskel you only saw in passing, brushing knuckles as you walked by, or quick touches when he came to run something past Vesemir. But you wouldn’t ever be upset about it, not when you knew it was for the good of a member of the Keep.

It went on for long, seemingly endless days like that, though some of the pressure slid away once reinforcements started to arrive.

Letho was the first, much to the dismay of later visitors, but he was a welcome guest when it came to preparing bombs. A few members of the lodge were next, Phillipa, Keira, and Triss, each of them finding their own usefulness here and there, whether it be traps, planning, or otherwise. Zoltan, Roche, and Ves were next, the latter two vowing to help only as long as they could stay far from Letho in the process. Even a small group of druids showed up in the later days, intent to join in the plight.

Within hardly any time, facets of the plan begin getting laid out; traps were finished and set up around the perimeter, swords and armor were sharpened and mended, and just about everyone was getting a refresher on the Wild Hunt and how best to fight them. Everyone except you and Eskel that is.

The two of you were holed up in the workshop on one last late shift preparing potions. You had promised Ciri and Geralt to give Eskel the same briefing as long as he could be the one to help you- and with how much the worry and late nights had begun to show on you physically, you were glad they allowed you that much.

“How much longer on the White Raffard in cauldron three?” you asked as you stirred a completely different brew and tried to keep track of about six others.

“10 minutes… Hey, Y/n-“ he started, only to get cut off by your hyper-focused mumbling.

You could feel the glaze of lost sleep over your eyes as you drifted about the room, making notes, and checking bottles. “Okay, that’s 10 minutes on that, 18 minutes for the full moon potion, 27 for the-“

“Dear.” Eskel’s arm came out to snag your waist as you moved past, tugging you into his embrace. “Take a minute to breathe… You hold your stress in your shoulders you know. We both do,” He said, biting back a grin and he repeated your own words back to you.

Strong arms wrapped securely around you as you leaned into him, resting your head in the cradle of his neck. Your hands dropped the notes you had been taking and wound their way around his torso, closing your fists around his tunic. As your sigh escaped you some of the tension did too, your fists loosened and your shoulders came to rest a little closer to their natural state.

“You’ve been throwing yourself into this work so much lately…”

“But I need to. When the Hunt comes- “ you started, your mind already drifting back to work and the battle that inevitably lay ahead.

“-But you need a few minutes before you go back. Just exist with me for a few minutes....” His voice rumbled quietly through his chest and into yours, enticing you to hug him that much closer.

“You’re right, you’re right…” you relented, “I know everyone is just here to help, and a few of them have been very nice… but I can’t wait for it to be quiet again.” You laughed out, Eskel’s own laugh following yours.

“The path is going to feel like a lazy afternoon once we get through all this, not that I’m complaining.” Eskel already couldn’t wait for the cold season to end, let alone the confrontation with the Wild Hunt. Even if it meant the end of a guaranteed bed for some time, he wanted to show you the world in a far better light than the Wild Hunt had left it. He wanted to see the way your face lit up when you came across the various festivals, the joy and relief when you two got a hot plate of food at an inn after days of camping outside, and the pride of you getting your first monster. The best part of the path surely would be sharing it all with you.

“Where will we go when we set out in spring?”

“Wherever you want to go, dear. Wherever you lead us I will follow.” Eskel’s easy smile pulled at the notch in his lip, revealing just a window into what bigger expressions you may pull from him yet.

 Your heart fluttered in your chest, “Really? Even if I wanted to go someplace far like Skellige or Toussiant..?” you pulled back from his arms to look up at him, did he really mean anywhere?

And yet without hesitation, he nodded in agreement, “I’m sure we could find a boat to the isles in Novigrad, and it may take a little while but we could make our way down to Toussiant as well. Wherever you want to go this year we can do, And then next season we can find some other places to visit or we can just do it all again.”

You couldn’t even muster a verbal reply, all you could manage to do was to throw your arms around his neck and bring him close once more. “You’re too good to me…” You mumbled into his neck.

Another laugh bubbled up from his throat as he rubbed your back, “I’ll always do my best. And as much as I never want this moment to end, I think the potion is done…” With a kiss to your temple, he pulled his arms back to let you go.

“10 minutes already? It usually feels like they can’t brew fast enough.” You began doling the potion out into bottles, while Eskel cleaned up the spills and put them away.

You could hear the shuffling of many feet outside the door as those getting briefed made their way back to their rooms to get some sleep. You and Eskel still had some time yet to stay awake, the whole keep taking the day in shifts so there’s always at least one person with eyes open to watch for the Hunt. Phillipa was also on the late shift with the both of you, everyone has joked that she was a literal ‘night owl’, but you hadn’t known her long enough to understand or feel like you wouldn’t get an eye poked out for asking.

When you two were finally done with your shift in the early hours of the morning you made your way back to the room. The only thing left to do now was get some sleep and wait for the Hunt to finally arrive; Everyone knew where they were expected to be when the alarm rang, if they had a task at a certain time, or if they were expected to be in one spot. However, you knew that for most of you your job would doing anything and everything you could to either kill them or make sure they didn’t kill you.

No one wanted to say it out loud, but there was one thing weighing on every mind tonight and as you and Eskel lay in each other’s arms it weighed heavily on you too.

Who would be left alive when the battle ended?

Who would die on the field surrounded by their friends and foes?

Would anyone but those gathered here remember the ones who died and what they died for?

Tears threatened your eyes as you dwelled on whether you would live to see the next few days, or even what you would do if Eskel happened to perish. That last thought no matter how quickly you tried to pass over it in your mind succeeded in pulling tears from your eyes that quickly slid down onto Eskel’s chest.

Your beloved witcher said nothing as his hand came to wipe the streaks from your cheeks, no words could help right now. You both knew it.

By the grace of some god you two were able to find sleep, despite the tossing and turning. Your bodies stay locked in an embrace, your legs intertwined as even your subconscious minds held on to what was dear.

It wasn’t until late the next morning when you two were roused from sleep by the furious ringing of a bell.

CLANG CLANG CLANG

Adrenaline went through you like a gunshot, as you and Eskel both woke with a start, glancing to each other knowingly.

The Hunt has arrived.

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You'll Be Okay.

Geralt of Rivia/The Witchers x Injured Reader.

Summary: Growing up in Kaer Morhen as a female Witcher was never easy, but you always had your brothers beside you. Although you only see them a few times a year, you are still close, trusting each other with your lives as you have done many times before. So what happens when your brother, and best friend, gets infected by a creature you dedicate your life to hunting?

Warnings: Blood, gore, cannon typical violence, angst, choking, near death, swearing, stabbing, weapons, loss/grief, whump, angst, hurt/comfort, a bit of a slow start.

Notes: This can be interpreted as completely platonic, or as a Geralt x reader, or Eskel x reader, it’s up to you to choose. This also takes place during S2E2 of the Netflix show.

Word count: 4.1K (it got a little out of hand...)

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Kaer Morhen was far from silent. The snow had settled on the blue mountains casting a misty haze across the sky and the Witchers had retired home for the winter. They sat gathered round the dim firelit hall sipping on beer and sweetened mead as they boasted about their scars and the exciting stories behind them. Witchers were rare to stumble upon.The trials were dangerous and most people died before completing them. There were as little as 20 witchers left after the massacres, where many of the few men died. Female Witchers were incomparable, unheard of. The trials were nearly impossible for boys, let alone a young girl. Though, some spoke of a woman with eyes as golden as the blazing sun whose magic and strength was comparable to that of mages. A woman who not only passed the trials but exceeded trials beyond those alongside Geralt of Rivia. 

You sat slumped against the table in the corner of the room with a dark beer in hand as you studied the scenes of your brothers before you. Many had not returned home. Being a Witcher was a dangerous art and not always a wanted one. You knew that. You could be killed or fatally injured at any unexpected moment. It’s why you all had to keep a keen eye out, a single slip up and it could be game over. Your golden eyes glazed over the men before you. You would be lying to say that your stomach knotted in the absence of Geralt and Eskel. You had grown close with the pair, Geralt had been there throughout your trials, easing you though the burning pain as the herbs coursed through your veins like fire and patching up wounds you could not. Eskel had helped train you to fight. He taught you to never give up. That you could do anything they could. Your enhanced senses meant that you could hear the rattling of the door handle before it slammed open and the muttering died down like a flame. A hooded figure stepped into the room. His pale hair fell in ragged ringlets in front of his face and his eyes that correlated yours melted from the piercing gaze they held as he pulled his hood down. Surprisingly, in tow was a young girl, perhaps around the same age you were when you began your trials. 

“Here comes trouble.”

You leaned forwards in your seat as Lambert stood and approached Geralt.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He folded his arms. 

“We thought you got lost. Or killed.” Coën jested. 

Geralt's eyes softened and a smile crept onto his lips. “Not yet. Sorry.”

Lambert smiled before embracing his brother tightly. “Brother! I knew you’d make a fucking entrance.”

A tall figure lurked towards the front of the room. His hair was much like Geralt’s; it shimmered softly under the light and his eyes were much like yours. Upon his face his moustache and eyebrows were littered with greys. 

“Wolf.” When he spoke his voice was firm though you could hear the relief. “You’re home. Finally.”

“Vesemir.” Geralt said, addressing the man. He was as close to a father as Geralt had. As close to a father as all of you had. The young girl who arrived with Geralt, clung to his side, anxiously, wrapped tightly in a fur shawl, which was so large that it tickled her rosy cheeks. Geralt gestured to her. “Had to make a few stops.”

“Hmm.”

A sort of uncomfortable silence encased the room as people waited for what would come next. The cracking of the flames was the only thing heard before you rose from your chair, the old wood creaking as it shifted, and made your way towards your brother. His face lit up with anticipation. 

“Geralt of Rivia.” You chuckled. “You never fail to surprise.”

Geralt studied you carefully as you spoke. He noticed all of the new blemishes in your skin and the fresh scar that ran across your eyebrow and down your cheek. He took in your eyes and the way their yellow hues shifted in the light and the smile that was pressed on your lips. He admired your hair and the way you kept it; different from the last time he saw you, but still he liked it. He had missed you. 

“Y/N. Long time no see.”

 Your lips curved further upwards and your eyes glistened. “Too long.” You pulled him in close and welcomed the slow beating of his heart. He was alive.

“He’s home!” The tender moment was broken by the slamming of a knife in one of the tables followed by the rest of your brothers swarming the man. 

~

It was darker still when the room continued to erupt with laughter at Lambert’s very animated retelling of one of his jobs. The young girl - Ciri, had made herself comfortable with a goblet, her face was lit up with an ecstatic grin. She reminded you much of yourself when you were her age. The wind howled outside, rattling against the door and pounding at the windows.

“Best job I had all year.” Lambert chuckled, taking another swig of his drink, spilling some of it down the side of his face and onto his shirt. He cursed and patted at it with a rag before tossing it back on the table. 

Vesemir raised his goblet aloft. “Each of your faces is cause enough for celebration. You’re safe. You made it back. You made it home.”

A series of glasses and goblets were raised in agreement. You raised yours high, morning the missing face of Eskel and your other brother who didn’t make it.

“Here’s to another winter together.”

There were a number of murmurs and follow up toasts, the sound of glasses clinking together and chairs shuffling.

Geralt raised his cup “To the brothers. To our sister. To family.”

“To family” chortled everyone. 

A strong draft rushed in as a booming voice sounded from the entrance to the hall. “To forgetting the fucking path! For one fucking night. Who’s ready?”

“Eskel!”

You rushed forwards and embraced him. His expression was tired and there was a thin sheen of sweat cascading across his brow. His dark hair fell across his face where it had fallen out of the tie he had scrapped it into. 

“Are you alright?” You asked him as you furrowed your brow. “You look like day old shit.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder and making his way into the room “Yeah?You should see the other guy.”

Geralt eyed him as he stepped forwards, revealing the long, branchlike hand that was shoved into his bag. 

“The bout lasted six hours. I’d have got the fucker too. If I hadn’t lost my elixirs.” He threw the bag on the floor. It landed with a thud which ricocheted throughout the silent room and unsettled the grime on the floor. “Took her hand though.”

“What’s that?” One of your brothers rolled the bag over with his foot. “Is that a leshy?”

“Walked like one. Talked like one. Sort of.”

“Sort of?” You queried, raising your brow.

“I haven’t crossed a leshy in a while.” Geralt said, turning the branch over in his calloused hands. “Not in Kaedwen.”

Eskel pulled down the hem of his coat slightly. It was long and green, frayed at the edges. Bloodied bandages poked through from underneath. “Well count yourselves lucky. Unless you’re aching for the sting of one of their fucking roots.”

“Fire through the heart is the only thing that puts one down.” Vesemir said firmly. “Six hours in, that didn’t occur to you?”

Laughter scattered about the room and Eskel’s face darkened as he made a beeline towards Ciri, who took a sip from her goblet, trying to avoid his gaze and retain her laughter. He made it pretty impossible not to when his face was inches from hers.  “Who the hell are you?”

“Princess Cirilla of Cintra. Pleasure to meet you.”

He did not return the greeting, only glared at her for a brief moment before grunting and slipping away. You could tell that something was wrong. 

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Your sword rang loudly across the courtyard as it made contact with Geralt's. He grunted as you advanced forwards, forcing him back against one of the pillars. You smirked, pressing the sword closer to him. He shoved you backwards, using his extra strength to force you to the floor. The snow was cold on your body, despite the layers you were wearing as you rolled underneath him, grabbing his uninjured leg and pulling him down to the ground. Scrambling quickly to your feet you forced the sword from his hand. 

“You’re getting sloppy, old man.” you chuckled.

“Or maybe I just let you win.”

Shaking your head, you held a calloused hand and helped him up from the ground. 

“When you told us you called law of surprise, Vesemir and I told you ‘big mistake.’ You said you promised you wouldn’t claim the child.”

“I had to save her.”

“I know. And you knew I would call you out on it.”

Geralt hesitated and placed his sword in a sheath. “Yeah.”

Your eyes found their way to the floor, tracing the little indents in the snow carved by the shuffling of feet. 

“What?” Geralt asked.

“Nothing.”

Geralt's stare spoke for him and you let out a deep sigh. 

“Eskel. He’s acting strange.”

Geralt sighed and brushed the hair from his face. “I noticed it too.”

“I sense something is changing, Geralt. Keep Ciri close.”

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Eskels party raved on as you sat, tucked away in the corner with a glass of mead observing the way the flickering candlelight cast a gentle glow over everyone's faces. The witchers swayed and danced and kissed with women from the nearby village. You observed how Eskel was fondled over desperately by a fair haired woman. He hollered and pulled his arm back protectively when she got a fraction too close to his wound that was no longer leaking crimson, but burned like fire. You watched how Geralt, who had been previously absent, walked briskly towards him with angry lines etched on his face. You edged closer, something was telling you this wouldn’t end well. And you were right, you rose quickly to your feet when Eskel got up in Geralt's face. When you pushed the two of them apart, Eskel eyed you angrily.

You could tell his shoulder was bothering him and that he was in more pain than he let on. 

“You know, it's funny,” Eskel grunted at Geralt, “Me and the others, we come back here, all banged up. Rock troll busts Lambert's eye. A werewolf takes a chunk out of Coen’s arse…” Eskel’s gaze turned to you and he drank you in, lingering on the pink scar that ran along your face. “And Y/N… Y/N here gets her face torn up by a Bruxa. Was out for days.”

It’s clear from the way that Geralt watches you that you didn’t tell him that one. Eskel smirks and cocks his head. “Hmm, but looks like she didn’t tell you that one did she? And…what do you come back with? All i'm saying is when I find a princess, the last thing i'm gonna do is play knight.” he jested.

He swung at Geralt who quickly countered the punch and pulled his brother into a hold. You skidded to a halt besides the two trying to separate them. Eskel’s face was raging with anger, his eyes piercing like a thousand tiny daggers. “Eskel,” You told him sternly. “Do us a favour, and go to bed.” His teeth clenched and he pulled his hands into fists but before he could do anything, the woman pulled him away down a corridor and deep into the keep.  

You turned to leave, to go back to your corner or to join another Witcher, expecting Geralt to return to Ciri or wherever he had been before he caused the stir, but instead he gripped your arm and forced you to face him. You looked at him inquisitively. 

“Y/N…”

“Geralt.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the Bruxa?”

You turned away from him, walking back to your goblet. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

“But you told Eskel?”

You whipped back around, his face was laced with concern and frustration. “I didn’t tell Eskel. He was there.”

“He was hunting it with you? Then why didn’t he stop it before you got hurt? I swear to the gods-”

“Geralt. Stop. He found me… we were both coincidentally hunting the same Bruxa.”

“You hate Bruxae.” Geralt stated. 

You hummed and sipped your drink. “There was a rumour about a local village being attacked by a vampire. Things had been slow and the pay was good, so I went to check it out. You know Bruxa, they’re quick and she got me from behind. Winded me and pinned me down so I couldn’t get to my weapons. Took a chunk out my face with her claws and nearly drunk me dry. That’s when Eskel found me. He shot her down and took me to an Inn. He saved my life Geralt. I can never repay him for that.”

~

It was the high pitch buzzing followed by the rapid vibrating of the medallion slung over your neck that caused your head to snap up. Everyone stopped. A low, guttering rumbling spread its way across the room. 

“Maybe Eskel’s leshy wants its hand back.” Coën said. 

Vesemir’s golden eyes scanned the room, trying to follow the pattering and heaving creaking. “Wield your wits, kids.”

Everything seemed to happen very quickly. Everyone scattered to keep Kaer Morhen safe, darting between corridors and brandishing themselves with their weapons. You slipped away from the crowd to try and find Eskel, if he was preoccupied and didn’t notice, or it was his leshy, he was in trouble, and you felt as though you owed him protection. Geralt, to your surprise, joined you in the eerily silent corridors. You had a feeling he wanted to get to Ciri, but knew he was needed in the fight or, perhaps after your story about the Bruxa, he felt as though he needed to stay by your side.

The weight of your sword was comfortable in your hand as you released it from its sheath, it was almost like an extension of your body; an arm made of silver, a protector, a deadly limb. The sound of your footsteps mixed with the steady drip of water seeping through one of the many spidering cracks in the tall ceilings. Sometimes they seemed never ending as though there was no escape from Kaer Morhen, you would be trapped in its walls forever. A low rumbling ricocheted throughout the keep, shaking the walls and blowing out some of the sconces, plunging more of the halls into darkness. You gripped your sword tighter. 

The grand oak doors creaked as Geralt forced them open. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight which flooded in from the skylight and from the chandeliers which swung wildly on their hinges. The pair of you edged your way inside, your eyes and ears sharp as you scanned the room. 

“Oh God…” You recoiled. On the left side of the room, the girl Eskel had been with was pinned against the wall, suffocated by a thick rope of branches. One protruded awkwardly from her mouth, a river of blood coating her chin and the offending branches. There was a thud, and you raised your sword aloft to slice through the thick vine that darted out towards you. A second one raced towards Geralt, who sliced through it as though it was butter. The pair of you readied your swords, turning to watch each other's backs and making your way further into the centre of the room. Glinting as it caught the light, your sword swung to destroy another branch, which had made to grab your ankle. The room was silent for a worrying moment. Then, the two of you were assaulted from all sides. The leshy growled as its arms attacked from all sides, breaking walls and bending the wooden framing of the windows. The pair of you swung your swords with precision, slicing and ducking to avoid a deadly ending, though no matter how hard you tried, the two of you were outnumbered. One of the vines, as thick as your arm, wound itself around Geralt, slamming him against the wall with a grunt, out of your reach. 

“Geralt!” You cried, trying to make your way over to him in vain, whilst dancing between the onslaught of vines. You could see the witcher struggling, wheezing and clawing at the second branch slivering across his neck, binding him to the stone pillar. You could see him straining, his hands struggling to grip the sconce that hung just out of reach, mocking him. The branches’ attack ceased for a moment, as the leshy rolled in. It was tall and spindly with a humanoid face that looked very pissed off. Geralt dropped beside you as the creature squealed in pain; he had managed to burn the wood with the sconce, casing it to drop him to the ground. With your face stony, you pointed your sword at the leshy. With the help of the flames from Geralt's sconce, the pair of you backed it behind a table. Geralt jabbed the flames at the creature, which caused the bark of its skin to blister and it to growl. When it turned its head towards you, your face dropped. 

Staring back at you were the piercing, green eyes of another witcher. “Eskel?” 

It came out as less than a whisper, your voice betraying you, revealing the fear behind your mask. 

“Y/N…” Eskel panted back. “Geralt.”

The leshy, Eskel, grunted in pain as it stood, tossing the table it hid behind to the side. Geralt dropped the flames and held his sword in front of him. It was only seconds before Eskel was firing vines and the pair of you. Geralt thrust his sword downwards, deep into one of the branches coming towards him. Eskel howled in pain and tossed his brother back into the doors before turning towards you. Desperate to get away from the danger, you rolled across one of the benches. The branches shot over you as you backed away. You were about to strike again, when two protruded from the walls and gripped both of your arms, yanking you backwards against a second cold bench. Two more slithered around your ankles, pinning you to the piece of furniture. They were harsh, thick with thorns and rough surfaces that scratched against your skin. You grunted, squirming to get free, but you were stuck. 

“Eskel.” You strained, “I don’t want to hurt you…please.”

The leshy bent over, towering above you so that you could see the scarring on the wooden version of Eskel’s face. When he spoke, his voice wasn’t the witty, gruff voice you were used to, but a fragile, pained whisper. “I came back here…I knew something was wrong.” He swallowed thickly, struggling with his words as you struggled against him with gritted teeth. Where was Geralt? What had Eskel done to him? “I don’t know what happened...”

One of the leshys arms jabbed itself into your shoulder, drawing ribbons of crimson blood. You screwed your face up and bit back a scream. 

“I thought I could fight it.” Another branch into the same shoulder. You groaned and clenched your jaw. The next few words were broken and hard to understand, you weren’t sure if it was because of the hazy pain you were in, or because Eskel was struggling against the leshy. Probably both. “I thought…you could help me like I helped you…”

Eskel stared at you, before turning away and screeching loudly. Vessemir stood in the doorway, his sword sheathed behind his back and a javelin which he had just thrown lodged inside the bark of the creature, Geralt stood beside him, weapon at the ready. It yanked it out and ascended into the ceiling as Vessemir removed his sword and began to cut the vines from around you. 

“What is this?” He grumbled, pulling you up to your feet.

“It’s Eskel.” Geralt replied. “The leshy’s infected him.”

Vesemir faltered. “But that’s not possible.”

‘

“That’s what we thought.”

The room creaked, the ceiling cracked and the chandeliers swayed as the three of you circled the room. You held your weapon in your off hand as you nursed your injured shoulder. When the leshy’s failed attacks wore thin, it descended from its place in the ceiling and made a beeline for the door. The elder witcher was quick to notice and ordered Geralt to shield them shut. Pissed that its simple escape route was no more, Eskel stalked towards Geralt, albeit didn’t make it very far because you and Vesemir assaulted him with chains that were pinned to the walls. The hooks dug into the bark, keeping him in place. You wound them tightly as he thrashed, suspending him off the ground. Vessemir’s attempts to calm him, telling him you could save him were futile. He just knocked the man to the side, attacking him with lengths of branches, sending him careening to the side. 

“Hey!” You yelled, stabbing one of the branches with the point of your sword. The creature turned its attention back to you. It vines wrapped themselves around you, suffocating you in a bone crushing grip. One hooked itself around your neck like a python, coiling tighter and tighter until you felt as though your head might fall off from your body. Eskel cocked his head and studied you closely, his eyes twinkled. No amount of yelling or distraction could draw his attention away from you. He was hooked, conflicted between wanting to kill you and wanting help. 

“Eskel…” You wheezed, “Please…stop.”

You were completely unaware of the distressed calls of the other witchers and the hum of Geralt's sword as he cast a spell over it, causing it to glow white hot. You were absorbed by the face of your brother as the branches tightened around your body. Your lungs burned and you tried to suck in air, much to the protest of your ribs, which cracked and shifted uncomfortably. It was when that coppery taste flooded your senses and blood fell from your mouth that you stopped struggling. Your vision blurred as you choked, gasping and spluttering. Your ears rang and white spots obscured your vision as you stared blankly up at Eskels face. When Geralt drove his sword into the leshy’s heart, your body slumped to the floor.

“Y/N!” Geralt was quick to your side, rolling you over to face him, agitating the raw wound on your shoulder. You cried out in pain.

“Shh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. “ he hushed, taking you in. He eyed nervously the blood that was seeping from your mouth and ears, some streaming down your nose. There were angry bruises already forming on your neck and winding around your body. As your spluttering began to cease, your eyes began to flutter shut.

“No. No, no, no, no. Keep those eyes open.” Geralt pleaded. You whimpered as he pulled you into his arms, holding you securely to his body. Your head lolled against him as your eyes fluttered. You missed his call to Vesemir, who led Geralt down the hall. You missed the anxious calls of your brothers, who were aghast to see your condition. You didn’t see the way that Geralt’s face contorted at your pained whimpers and the scattering of people trying to make room for you. You missed it all as you slipped into unconsciousness.

~~~

When you awoke and your eyes had adjusted to the light, the first thing you were aware of was the dull pain that radiated throughout your body. A throbbing ache mixed with a sharp stabbing pain. The second was the anxious, golden eyed stare of Geralt of Rivia. 

“You’re awake.” He whispered, as though he were trying to convince himself. 

You groaned as you tried to sit up, ignoring the pain in your shoulder and across your ribs. There was still a slight wheeze to your breath. 

“Easy,” He told you. “You took quite a beating.”

Your voice cracked as you spoke, dry from lack of water. “How long…?”

“A few days. We had to lace you with elixirs…” Geralt sighed deeply. “You had us so worried, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry.” You muttered. In that moment, you remembered something, like someone had turned on a light. “Eskel?”

Geralt shook his head. “Gone. I’m sorry.”

You nodded solemnly. You knew that the chances of saving him were slim, through a rough tear spilled from your eyes. 

“It’s okay.” Geralt placed a hand on your shoulder that wasn’t covered by a bloodied bandage. “It’s okay. We still have each other. We have our brothers. We will be okay.”

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[bowieandqueen11]

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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[crowleyellestair]

Rain - Eskel blurb

AN// / just something I wrote to avoid doing important things. I hope you like it! This isn’t as angsty or tooth-rotting as most of my stuff, but I wanted to write it. Just an average crappy day with a soft payoff

Much love

masterlist

Eskel x f!reader (she/her only used like 5 times but nothing else defining)

Not beta’d

Rain wasn’t a traveler’s friend. Sure, it can be picturesque, stave off heat and even save lives from time to time. Velen rain, however, is a completely different beast with a vengeful heart of its own. For days the skies have been dark and showering the land with heavy storms. They’ve been tolerable enough for hiking and inn bouncing, but once Y/n and Eskel found a job, the game had changed.

A mysterious flying creature, that had been picking off local children, brought the couple on a wild chase. Every victim had a different disappearance point and no witnesses. With one in town, and two in a local clearing, there were practically no leads.

“The rain has washed away most of the evidence.” Eskel huffed. He was crouched over the wheelbarrow the latest victim had. People had left the latest scene the same as to not tamper with the scene for when help finally arrived. It was a great sentiment most towns don’t have, but the weather doesn’t care for the convenience of man. A gloved hand clasped the Witcher’s shoulder, the grip feeling light through the rain cloak, armor, and gambeson. Warmth couldn’t have transferred through the touch, but a small part of his chest warmed. The annoyance that painted a grimace on his features died down, though not completely. When Y/n knelt down, however, and more of her body heat began to seep into his side, patience started to overtake him.

“What’s the diagnosis? Or any ideas on what it could be?” The hunter noticed the effort put forth to make her tone sound more playful and optimistic. Though, on her features, brows were knitted, and a frown brandished. Her eyes wouldn’t pick up nearly as much as his could, though she still raked over every inch of the scene with her eyes. Any hope for finding answers here was quickly dwindling in her eye. Eskel’s body moved with his deep inhale, a raspberry leaving him towards the end of his exhale. His knuckle met his eyebrow, the hand brushing it gently. He sat in thought before looking to his companion.

“Nothing here will help us.” Their faces mirrored the other as their lips drew into tight lines, and eyes began searching the other. Minutes pass and more rain falls, Y/n being the first to move. Her hand dropped from his shoulder before reaching into her small notebook. She flipped to the latest used page.

“’Terrible squawking’ and ‘dogs going crazy’ gives us something though, right? What do we know that squawks and disturbs animals? A cockatrice, slyzard, griffin-?” Eskel looked back into her gaze, trying to solve the puzzle as though it resided in her eyes.

“But what about the girl in town? Something that flies would be too noticeable. Animals can be spooked by anything. ‘Squawking’ isn’t what I’d call whatever noise Nekkers make, but it could fit the bill to an untrained ear.” The human filed away the small notebook and stood, holding out her hand for her companion. He takes it, though doesn’t fully drop the hand. They stood close enough to have hands and arms brushing at every movement. Eskel wasn’t one for PDA, and this certainly wasn’t the right time for it, but the gravitational pull between the two was too powerful to ignore. Despite not seeking touch, he was calmed to stand this close, fingers only intwining in passing. He hoped his companion felt the same and was always assured when she never pulled away.

“But don’t they travel in large packs? What leads mindless creatures to start coordinating and pull off a series of kidnappings?” There was a slight tinge of sass, some normality brightening the small space between them. In that moment, the rain didn’t matter, as Eskel’s small smile brightened Y/n’s entire vision. The Witcher replied in kind with sass,

“It’s as likely as a large creature flying into town square and only a dog noticing.” The argument had continued. In the end, they had decided to split up. Both creatures lead them into the woods, though from there, two options laid before them. While the Witcher could face whatever he found, they had agreed she would fire a whistle arrow into the sky to alert her of finding whatever it was.

An hour into their search, and Eskel heard an arrow from the base of the large hill the forest surrounded. It didn’t take long for him to get there and noticed a cave at the base of the much larger than anticipated hill. Scratching around the narrow entrance pointing to large creature. Blood dragged against the ground with clumps of feathers painted many different pictures for the Witcher, enlightening him to some of the past victims’ fates. His eyes closed for a brief moment, sensing a heartbeat inside the cave. Another, more human sounding one, came from a short distance away.

Once they met up, they got a plan together. Since the opening of the cave was small, it would be a dangerous fight. Both fighters knew they wouldn’t be able to lure it our of its home in this weather, but both would need to go in. The Witcher hated when they needed to fight together, Y/n being more of a ranged specialist that sat out of most things. It seemed for a moment, though, that everything was going to be great. The fight was easier than anticipated and there was much that could eb harvested from the remains.

During the fight, however, the rain had washed out their path back out of the cave. The easy decline of the cave entrance was easy to slide down, though in a matter of minutes it became a mud trap. Nothing either of the two tried was working. Traction couldn’t be found, and the rain continued to make the floor an aqueous safety hazard.

When all said and done, the two finally did arrive back to their inn room. Both had been practically silent since exiting the cave, anger and fatigue gripping them both. Once they had arrived, it was clear past dusk, and the innkeeper was not gracious enough to fill a bath. Mud filled boots and stained close were dumped into the empty tub for a future task, and Eskel used ingii to heat the large bucket of water they were allotted. Tension was palpable as they both washed down with towels, anger at the innkeeper fueling both into quick and silent wash downs. Neither cared to put more than smallclothes on, crawling into bed sounding more appealing.

Eskel laid with this back to the bed, Y/n laying slightly on top, head tucked under his chin. She went limp, starfish sprawling over him and the bed. One hand found his though, and her fingers gently slid between his, interlocking them. The skin to skin contact of their stomachs gave enough warmth to where there was no need for a blanket. Their heartbeats started to sync despite the speed differences, their breaths in time as well. They still didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. The day was long and rough, but at the end of the day, they had each other.

On the path, life wasn’t always glitz and domestic, heartfelt moments. Luckily, they both had love to guide them to peace.

#eskel x y/n #witcher x reader #witcher imagine #eskel x reader #x reader #fluff #angst

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Tender Love and Care part 13

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The room had been quiet for some time now. You were unsure how much time had passed without being able to see the window or any of the clocks. You had asked the castle attendant that had been wheeling you around to help you into a chair that was in the corner of your room. The two of you had not gotten very far however, frustrating you greatly. So you were forced to stay in bed.

You were laying on your side, weekly hugging some of the pillows to your chest. You were afraid should you ask for helping sitting against the headboard, you may lose your balance and fall to the side with no way to right yourself.

The door creaked slightly as you heard someone enter the room, followed by a short gasp from a male.

When he had gotten the notice that you were home your father had stopped everything. This would have been his response typically as he had not seen your in a century or more. Hearing you were sick however expedited his travel greatly. He was not expecting what was on the other side of your door.

You were huddled in on yourself. Gaunt in the face. Veins prominent under your skin as your traitorous blood turned them black. Eyes hazy as they stared off at nothing. He might have thought he was too late if it weren’t for the horrendous sound of ragged and pained breathing that came from you. The sound was a wheeze followed by a whimper and it made your father’s knees want to give out from under him.

“Who’s there” you called out, the strength lost in your voice. Your father rushed over as you struggled to turn onto your back. Atrophied muscles shaking with the great force it took for you to turn over.

“It’s me June-bug, it’s me I’m here” your father’s comforting voice echoed above you. If you could have mustered up the strength you would have cried tears of joy at hearing him again. And then tears of sadness because you could not see his shining eyes peering at you.

“Papa” you felt him clasp your hand in his own. “I’m sorry”

“What on earth are you apologizing for little one?” his voice was kind, sweetness laced in it, but not enough to hide the sadness that lay underneath.

“We’re never going to finish reading the books in the library” You heard a small sob fight it’s way out of your father’s mouth as he fought to keep his composure. He sat on the bed, maneuvering you so you were leaned against his chest. Your head under his chin as held you. Cradling you.

“Oh June-bug I should have never let you go. I’m so so sorry.” When you made no response, your father tried to rouse you.

“June-bug?” your eyes did not open. Your breathing now the only indication your were still with him. Losing the fight to stay conscious. You father cradled your head, burying his face into your hair.

And he wept.

~

It had taken some time for the boys to find the fairy ring in the forest outside the keep. Jaskier had only had a vague idea of where it was located. The weather was fair however and aard turned out to be quite useful as a snow clearing mechanism. Soon enough the tell-tale mushrooms stood in stark contrast to the winter snow and barren earth beneath them.  

“You’re sure about staying behind?” Jaskier had aimed the question at Geralt who had decided to stay at the keep to watch over the animals.

“You said yourself time works a little differently there. I would hate to come back and find everyone starving.” The group nodded at him, Lambert, Vesemir, Eskel and Jaskier all gathering around the circle.

“Just come back in one piece” Lambert and Vesemir smiled at the comment, but Eskel was too focused. This was it, his chance to see you again. His chance to have you home in his arms once more. He prayed to every deity that would listen that he made it to you in time.

Jaskier held out his hands, under normal circumstances the Witchers may have grumbled about this—Lambert looked like he still might—but they all relented and took one another’s hands. In one moment, they were all stepping into the circle and the next. Gone.

The feeling of transporting was unlike what Eskel had expected. He had thought it would be like the magic portal’s mages used. A rush or feeling of unease as reality pulled and shifted around you, but it wasn’t. In fact, it felt like nothing. If it weren’t for the change of scenery from a snowy forest to a barren field he would have thought nothing had happened. Anxiety left him as he let go of the hands he had been holding. Everyone was here in one piece. Lambert’s hair-brained scheme had worked. He was going to come find you.

“So where is she?” Lambert was the first to step out the circle, followed by everyone else.

“She’s there.” Jaskier pointed to a castle off in the distance, surrounded by a great and mighty labyrinth.

“What! She’s all the way out there? I thought this thing was supposed to take us to y/n?” Lambert was unhappily stopping around the field, his boots pulling grass as he went along.

“I said it would take us to the nearest fairy ring to her, which is here. Don’t worry it’s shorter than you think. “ Jaskier began walking to a grand gate, a pond quietly splashing on either side. The three Witcher’s followed.

“This is one hell of a security system for a castle” Vesemir quietly commented as the door closed on it’s own accord behind them.

“That’s the thing” Jaskier let out an amused hum. “It’s not for the castle, this is the whole kingdom.”

“The whole kingdom is one giant maze?” Lambert questioned.

Jaskier hummed in amusement, walking straight into a passageway hidden into a wall and veering left.

“Oh and one more thing” Jaskier turned to the posse behind him. “I’ll ask that you” he gestured vaguely with his hand at the group. “Contain your witcher-ly urges while were here. Some of the denizens here may look ‘monsterly’ to you. But rest assured everyone here is harmless….. mostly” The last word was hushed as Jaskier turned around and headed forward. All three of the witchers side eyed one another before continuing.

Eskel was amazed as he followed Jaskier. The walls of the maze seemed to move ‘around’ him. The path clearing of obstacles on there own accord. He swore he had only been walking 10 minute but the castle looked miles closer. In naught but a quarter of an hour they were at the gates to a city. The doors held open by chains.

Jaskier’s face began to sour as he walked further.

“I don’t like this” he said stopping by a fountain to look around.

“What do you mean?” Vesemir asked, picking up on the fact that Eskel had not said a word the whole trip.

“This place is usually bustling; you can’t walk three feet without bumping into someone.” Jaskier looked at the ground a moment before picking his head up once more.

“We should hurry”.

The group followed the bard swiftly. “Damn the bard can run’ Eskel thought as they climbed staircase after staircase. The pathway’s unusually clear for an apparently active castle. Eskel quickly found out why.

Jaskier stopped as a hall was crowded with the castle’s various attendants. All of them watching the door at it’s end with rapt attention. Once their presence was made known they all cleared a path, moving out of the way much like the walls of the maze had. Eskel’s mind was set on the door. Sprinting behind Jaskier they ran to it.

You were behind the door.

He was going to see you again.

This was finally it.

The door burst open as Jaskier and Eskel entered, Vesemir and Lambert standing in the doorway.

In front of them was a bed, two figures, a man and a woman, sat on either side of it. Both teary eyed as they stared at the figure prone on it. The commotion of the door had grabbed their attention. The woman speaking.

“Julian!” Both figures made there way up toward Jaskier.

“Mom, dad” Jaskier embraced his parents, but Eskel’s eyes were elsewhere.

Laying there was you. Skin taught and figure ghostly. Jaskier’s descriptions of the illness had not prepared Eskel to see you. It looked as if a monster had sucked the very soul out of you and left nothing but dark angry marks in its wake.

Eskel slowly made his way toward you. Unbeknownst to him, Jaskier was silently holding back your parents from returning to there seats.

“y/n” he knelt next to your side. Brushing the side of your face with the back of his fingers.

“I’m here y/n, I found you. We all did. Lambert, Vesemir were here. We need you love. I need you” Eskel had to stop to take a breath.

“Y/n, if you can hear me, please know every morning I’ve woken up without you has been a nightmare, a nightmare I created and I would do anything to fix. Y/n my life…. was nothing but dark. Stumbling around in the night with nothing to guide me. And then this brilliant piece of starlight found me. You gave me something to live for. Please” Eskel bowed his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your meager frame.

“I can’t live in darkness anymore. Please, please don’t leave me alone here.”

And Eskel did something he thought he couldn’t do.

He cried.

Not unshed tears in the eyes.

Tears, unfettered by mutations, flowed down, and stained the blankets beneath him.

Eskel cursed those mutations more than ever now as he heard your heart slow and slow.

And stop.

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[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

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my requests for the Witcher are currently OPEN!! i'm partial to eskel, and love writing imagines/talking about my headcanons, but open to pretty much any character!!

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Geralt of Rivia

r o m a n t i c

A Quiet Moment - relationship: geralt x reader | summary: based on some prompt that asked you to write a scene between two characters just being around each other with no dialogue. Immediately thought of Geralt. | tags: fluff, angst

Extraordinarily normal - coming soon...

Scales Unbalanced - coming soon...

Geralt of Rivia NSFW Alphabet | tags: fluff, smut

p l a t o n i c

Stern - coming soon...

Eskel

A Hero from the Songs - coming soon...

Ribs - relationship: eskel x reader | summary: You're not from the world where the Witcher takes place. So, to stay alive, you stay glued to your witcher - Eskel. Catching feelings for him was bound to happen anyway. Right? Maybe a tiny, life-threatening encounter with a leshy is just the little push the both of you need. | tags: fluff, angst

Witchers

Witchers + stressed singlemom!reader - characters: geralt, eskel, lambert, coen | tags: fluff, angst

Geralt, Lambert, Eskel + drunk!so - characters: geralt, lambert, eskel | tags: fluff

Witchers + someone making their s/o uncomfortable - characters: geralt, eskel, lambert, coen | tags: slight angst, fluff

Imagines + headcanons (various)

How The Witcher characters would react to someone from our world falling into theirs - characters: geralt, yen, jaskier, triss, eskel, lambert, vesemir | tags: fluff, crack, timetravel

Modern!Human in Kaer Morhen - characters: geralt, yen, triss, jaskier, eskel, coen, lambert, vesemir | tags: fluff, crack, timetravel

How The Witcher characters would react to Lambert’s child surprise - characters: geralt, yen, ciri, triss, eskel, coen, vesemir | tags: fluff

The Witcher characters + monstertamer!reader - characters: geralt, yen, jaskier, ciri, eskel, lambert, coen, vesemir | tags: fluff

The Witcher characters + maleficent/fae!reader - characters: geralt, jaskier, yennefer, ciri, eskel, lambert, coen, vesemir | tags: fluff

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[seidenbros]

Hi there! Hope you’re having a great day. I had an idea in mind for a Geralt x reader Angst/Fluff/Smut, where reader was a Witch but she/they passed away. Geralt then dreams of her/them, really sweet and passionate smut where he thinks she’s back and shows her how much he’s missed her/them and then he wakes up and is devastated :,)

Okay.... OKAY. Let me tell you that I nearly cried when I read this request, because DAMN it's such a sad consept. Neverthelesse, I still wrote it. Do I like to make myself suffer? Sure seems like it, but it's just such a great request. I really hope, you enjoy the angst and pain I'll inflict upon you (lovingly). And I went with a 3rd person y/n for the first time, 'cause it seemed more fitting. Let me know what you think

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Pairing: Geralt x fem!reader Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst and smut, soft Geralt, declarations of love, p in v sex, sad ending (if you couldn't tell from the request), loss of a loved one Word Count: 2513

Love Me Once More

It wasn't the same anymore, not since she was gone. After spending years together, their hearts practically melted into one, losing y/n had been the hardest Geralt ever had to endure. Seeing her die right in front of his eyes, not able to do anything to help her anymore, had torn him apart. Something inside him had snapped that moment, and he'd killed anything, anyone around him. Only when there was nobody breathing around him, had he been able to come back to his senses. Her dead body in the middle of this field, blood everywhere, covering his face, her lifeless eyes staring back up at him...

Even the memory made him clench his fists, curse himself for not getting to her faster so that he could have gotten a chance to save her. Everyone had told him that he hadn't had chance, that he couldn't have done anything different to save her. He didn't blame them, his family, because the others had only gotten there half an hour after everything had been over, because they'd fought in a different place. They'd found him there amidst the corpses all alone, crying his heart out for the love of his life.

When Jaskier had touched his shoulder, Geralt had tensed up, had even growled at him, until he'd realised who it was. Everything afterwards was still a blur, but they'd somehow managed to get him away from there, take care of his injury, while they'd also take y/n's dead body along to give her a proper burial.

Her grave was only a few minutes from where he was sitting now, by the coast, covered in lilacs that would bloom in the spring again. She'd been one of the best sorceresses he'd known, but even that hadn't saved her. He'd gone through it over and over again, but in the end, it wouldn't change anything. What's done is done.

His brothers had helped him with the funeral, they'd even brought him here to this cottage, where he had some peace and quiet, some time to himself, because he needed that. Geralt wasn't good with company at the moment. The only person to visit him every now and then, was Jaskier, who checked up on him, brought him some supplies and made sure that he did indeed eat and didn't only tell him that in order to get rid of him. He had Roach for company, and if he needed someone, he'd know where to find them. Until then, his brothers and Vesemir would leave him alone. There was nothing they could do to heal a broken and battered heart, they could only give him the time he needed and be there for him.

Geralt appreciated that they stayed away from him most of the time. He was grieving, he knew it, and it hurt like hell, but he didn't know how long that pain would remain, but right now, it wasn't going anywhere. They'd always talked about living at the coast at one point. Build a little cottage, maybe get a couple sheep or goats – Eskel could certainly get them set up – and just live a peaceful live.

Looking out over the ocean, Geralt took a deep breath, the salty air filling his nose, his lungs. If he closed his eyes hard enough, maybe he could ream himself way from this place, from this life, to a place where she was still there.

“Geralt?” he heard the soft voice before he felt the delicate fingers on his shoulder. For a second, he tensed up, because this couldn't be real. The light touch sent electric waves through his body, made him acutely aware of her presence, but it couldn't be.

“Y/N?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he stood and turned around, only to see her right in front of him. That warm smile on her lips that he'd always loved, her eyes fixed on him, like there was nobody else in this world she'd rather look at then him. “How... what...” he stuttered, raking his eyes over her body, looking for any injuries, but there none. Little cars here and there, just like he had as well, but she wasn't hurt.

“I'm here,” she said, reaching out her hand for him. Geralt hesitated for a moment, but then he touched his fingertips to here, ran them along the back of her hand, felt her warm skin beneath them. It was her. It was y/n – his y/n. He took one big step towards her and wrapped her in his arms, held her close to his chest, afraid that if he'd let her go, she'd vanish into thin air.

“I thought I'd lost you. I... I held your dead body,” he whispered into her neck, breathing in her familiar scent, while his hands ran over her whole body, making sure that she was really here, not some figment of his imagination, that she was breathing.

“I'm here, Geralt,” she repeated her words, her own fingers tangling in his hair, feeling the soft texture against her skin. She'd missed this, missed him, and so she made him look at her before her lips came down on his. It was a messy, a greedy kiss, but they both needed that, needed to feel that the other was really there, that it was not just a hallucination.

Geralt wasted no time in picking her up and carrying her inside. Nobody would find them out here, but he wanted that privacy, wanted to cherish her the way she needed to be cherished, and his bed would be better than the sand beneath them. A bed, he'd slept in alone for what felt like an eternity.

“I missed you so much, you have no idea.” Geralt's lips moved down the side of her neck as soon as he'd laid her down on his bed, his body covering hers, but he didn't put his whole weight on her. Y/N's fingers raked through his hair, down his back and pulled at the tunic he was wearing.

“I missed you, too... but I'm here now. We are here.”

Geralt sat up to rid himself of the tunic, threw it aside, because the only thing that mattered right now was the woman in front of him. He leaned back down, started peppering her skin with kisses. Down her neck, her collarbone, the slope of her breast.

“This has to come off. I need to feel you, need to make sure this is real!” He sounded desperate, but he didn't care. She could know how much he'd missed, how much he loved her.

Y/N pushed him off her own body so that she could get up from the bed again. Her eyes were fixed on him as she undressed, feeling his hot gaze all over her. Without looking, he pulled down his own trousers, freeing his cock from its confinements.

“Come here.” Geralt sat back against the headboard of his bed, reached out his hand for her. When she took it, he pulled her into his lap. After letting go of her hand again, he rubbed his palms along her thighs, took his time as if he was exploring her body all over again. Y/N cupped his face and kissed him again. A slow, passionate kiss that made him feel so alive that he wouldn't even be able to put it into words again.

When his hands reached her hips, he pulled her even closer, his throbbing cock pressing against her heat. Y/N gasped into the kiss, before she ripped her lips free from his.

“I love you so much,” she whispered before she reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his dick. Geralt swore under his breath. It had been so long since she'd touched him that he felt like a teenager again who would come undone just from this touch.

Geralt's grip on her hips tightened for a moment, before he returned to stroking his fingertips along her thigh, but this time, he inched further up until he reached her folds, finding her already wet and willing for him.

Now, it was y/n's name to gasp at the touch, but she immediately pressed against his fingers, asking for more. And so he complied, pressed his thumb against the sensitive bud there. Hearing her moan his name spurred him on, and he started rubbing slow circles around it. Meanwhile, two of his fingers rand through her folds, already coated in her slick, so he had no problem sliding them inside her. She stilled for a moment, before a long, drawn-out moan left his lips. Her grip on his cock tightened, making Geralt moan in return.

“I need to feel you as well, Geralt.. now!” she panted and rocked her hips against his fingers, but then she lifted herself up. Geralt kept his gaze on her, as he positioned herself, guided his cock towards her entrance and slowly sank down on his length.

Geralt's head fell against her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her body to hold her close for a moment, to feel her body pressed to his and feel her heart beating in her chest. She was here, she was with him.

For a moment, they simply stayed like this, joined together after such a long time without each other, but they needed their high, needed to feel alive together, so y/n rocked her hips against him against. She placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage, before she started moving up and down. Geralt's hands found their place on her hips, guiding her, supporting her a little bit.

He trailed kisses along her shoulder, down to her collarbone, where he nipped at the skin for a moment, before he continued his path. Without a warning, he pulled her left nipple between his teeth and sucked on it.

“Fuck... Geralt,” she moaned, fingernails digging into his shoulder. Her movement were becoming faster now, drawing a mix between a moan and a growl from his lips.

Geralt wrapped one arm around her middle, held her close when he turned them in one swift motion, so that y/n was now lying beneath him. He looked down at her for a moment, studied her face, after he hadn't seen it for so long. Her fingers combed through his hair again before she cupped his cheek and pulled him back down for another kiss. She only broke that kiss, because his fingers were between their bodies again, gently rubbing over her clit, while he started thrusting into her again, slowly at first, but he quickly picked up his pace.

“Fuck, y/n, I missed you, I missed this... can't let you go again,” he babbled against her neck, grazed his teeth against the soft skin, but soothed it with his tongue right afterwards.

“I'm so close... Fuck Geralt.” A breathless whisper from her lips as she felt her climax approach, felt that knot tighten, that was close to exploding. Her fingernails scratched over his back, as his movements got faster, a little harder, driving her absolutely insane, but when his fingers got faster as well, he pushed her over the edge. Her back arched off the bed, her chest pressed flush against his, as she came, moaning his name once again.

Geralt fucked her through her high until his own movements became more erratic, his hips stuttered, because feeling her walls constrict around his cock, trying to pull him even deeper. He spilled inside her, a string of cursewords flowing from his lips mixed with an I love you, y/n.

For a moment, his whole weight was on her, because he needed to catch his breath, but then he pushed himself up on one arm. Ever so gently, he brushed his knuckles over her cheek. YN/'s eyes fluttered open, a content smile on her lips.

“Tell me, you're not going anywhere,” Geralt said quietly, the desperation with which he said this nearly making his voice break.

“I'm not. I'm right here.” Her hand framed his face, before she kissed him again. A long, lingering kiss that he felt to the tips of his toes.

Geralt opened his eyes with a start as a bright flash filled the room and he heard thunder very close by. He needed a moment to adjust to his surroundings to realise, where he was. Blinking a couple of times, he looked around for y/n, but she was nowhere to be found. Sitting up, he rubbed both hands across his face. It was raining outside, lightning cracking though the air and lightening up the surrounding.

Geralt got up and got dressed, before he went looking for her. He'd always loved the rain, had always sat near a window if she wasn't able to go outside.

“Y/N?” he called out in the hopes of a response, but he had a gut feeling that she was nowhere to be found. There was a used cup in the kitchen and the front door was ajar. Maybe, she'd gone outside to enjoy the rain. It wouldn't be the first time.

Geralt didn't waste any time and walked outside looking for her, but she was nowhere around the cottage, so he started walking. His feet seemed to move on their own accord, showing where he needed to go. His eyes always scanned his surroundings in hopes of finding her somewhere, though deep down he knew that he wouldn't be lucky.

He eventually stopped at a spot where he could overlook the ocean again. The rain had died down by now, hut he was completely drenched – not that he even cared about that. His eyes dropped down to what was in front of his feet. They weren't in bloom, but he knew that they were lilacs. Her lilacs. On her grave. Her name, the date of her death carved into a stone that set on top of the grave they'd made for her.

All of it had only been a dream, even though it had felt so real. If he closed his eyes, he could still smell her, feels the touch of her fingertips on his skin. Maybe, it was a memory his body, his mind had conjured up, but she was nowhere to be found anymore. He'd buried her himself, had lost her for good. But at least he'd seen her one last time, even if it was only in his dreams, to tell her that he loved her. Words he hadn't said often enough while she'd still been with him.

Geralt kneeled down before her grave and touched his fingertips to the earth there. He knew, he would never see her again, not in person, but at least, he had his memories. Lots of them, but still not enough. Grief gripped his heart and crumpled it up like a piece of paper as he let his tears run freely. It was just him here. Him and his memories of a time where he'd been happy.

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

What I write for Pt. 2

Star Wars

The Witcher

Taboo

Peaky Blinders

Boardwalk Empire

Stranger things

The last of us

Spartacus

Slashers

YouTubers

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Star Wars

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Poe Dameron

Han Solo

Qui Gon Jinn

Obi Wan Kenobi

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Eskel

Dijkstra

Taboo

James Delaney

Atticus

George Cholmondeley

Peaky Blinders

Alfie Solomons

Thomas Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Shelby

Boardwalk Empire

Al Capone

Charlie Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Meyer Lansky

Owen Slater

Arnold Rothstein

Stranger things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Dimitri Antonov

The last of us

Joel Miller

Spartacus

Spartacus

Crixus

Ashur

Gannicus

Agron

Slashers

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Michael Myers

Thomas Hewitt

Ghost face / Mickey Altieri

YouTubers

Jschlatt

SoftWilly/ Nick

IsaacWhy

Ted Nivison

Swaggersouls

Fitz

Toby on the tele

Mason

inotorious

Mully

Joshdub

Narrator

Juicy

Markiplier

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What I write

Smut

Angst

Violence

Fluff

Male character x Fem reader

What I don't write

Incest

Rape

Male character x male reader

Fem character x Fem reader

Male reader x fem character

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[thesleepy1]

Monsters and Muslin

A/N: Sometimes when I post fics I feel like I’m feeding bread crumbs to cannibalistic ducks with a taste for human blood. They will either eat the bread crumbs, each other, or me. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Please don’t kill me and accept my peace offering. (Eskel has dimples because I said so.) 

Pairings: Eskel x Reader 

Summary: You and Eskel grew up together at Kaer Morhen. You trained together, fought together, and loved each other. When the Path demanded that you went separate ways, you agreed to meet up annually. Until Eskel missed a meeting.  

Or “hii can I request an Eskelxreader angst, where the reader is a female witcher and they fell in love before he got his scars. then he left because of insecurity when he got it and she went to look for him?”

Word count: 1,146

Warnings: angst, violence, scars, insecure Eskel, blood, 

“It makes me look like a monster.” 

You felt soft hands on your face, fingers cradling your jaw. Eskel forced your gaze to his with the lightest of touches. Your teary carmel eyes met ones that juxtaposed your own. They were the same shade of golden but instead of salty tears rolling down his cheeks, Eskel just had a smile wide enough to show his dimples. 

“Who told you that?” He hummed, fingertips grazing the red line from the middle of your forehead down your brow and just passed your eye. It went deep, but luckily the skin stitched itself back together faster than any normal human could. If it weren’t for the witcher mutagens, your wound would have likely gotten infected. Unfortunately, it still left a gnarly scar. 

“The witcherlings Vesemir just brought in.” You explained to Eskel’s shoulder, refusing to properly meet his eye. “I walked past them in the courtyard and that was all they could say to me. I-I made a little girl cry, Eskel.” 

“Children fear anything they don’t understand.” Eskel brushed your tears away but that only caused them to increase. “None of them must have realized they were in the presence of one of the strongest witchers in the keep. The one and only witcher who single handedly warded off the cockatrice from their beds.” Eskel rested his head against yours. You shared the other’s heat, the smell of the other witcher filling your senses until it was all either of you could feel. “If they had known how brave you are, what you had done for them, they would love you just as much as me.” 

“You love me? Even with this hideous thing?” You sniffled, peering up at Eskel through your wet lashes. 

“I love you, darling.” 

*****

Eskel couldn’t be dead. You refused to believe it. He had just sent you a letter the week before. His words, oh his words painted the most beautiful picture. Eskel must have been a poet in another life for how he spills words into tapestries.  He still wanted you just as much as you wanted, no, needed him. The witcher would never dream of standing you up so something must have happened. 

That was the only explanation you were willing to believe. 

He had been late. The town was large and the streets busy. When minutes turned to hours, you began to worry. Your nails were bitten to nubs before you could take the anticipation no longer. It had been decades since you agreed to meet up on the Path. Not once had he missed a meeting. Of course there was the creeping thought that he had not wanted to see you, but you quickly pushed those useless emotions down before they could get out of hand. You needed to find Eskel and make sure he was alright. 

You tried his usual inn and asked the innkeeper if she had seen any witchers pass by. The look she gave you made your blood boil but she directed you to where a witcher was lodging for the night. His room was the one closest to the stables. The smell of damp hay, horses, and the usual unwashed stable boy made the hairs in your nose curl.

Your knuckles knocked the door, your senses finding another beyond. You could hear his heart beating slowly just past the door. “Eskel?” You made your voice low, knowing he could hear you. “Are you alright? I waited by the road just as I’ve done the year before. You weren’t there.” You sucked in a breath when the faintest skip of a heartbeat could be heard. “Was it something I did?” 

You stumbled forward as the door suddenly swung open. There he was, your darling witcher in the doorway, his head wrapped with gray muslin. “You haven't done a single thing to keep me from you.” He leaned his weight on the doorframe, chest bare, and medallion hanging on his neck. Eskel made no mention of his face covering. 

“Then why did you not want to see me?” You searched for his lips, the quirk of a smile or the downturn of a frown. There was nothing. Only his eyes poked through gaps in the fabric. They were clouded as if by the effects of a potion or illness. “Did something happen to you? Did your last hunt keep you here?” Your eyes searched his form for any wounds, any fractures or broken bones. Your hands moved forward like a moth drawn to a fire, rough fingertips alert for inconsistencies. 

He only groaned at the contact. Not from pain. You would have known if you caused him harm then. “N-no. Not the last hunt.” His hands left the door frame. They reached for yours, enclosed and encapsulated them. He kept them warm. 

“Then what? Why are you hiding your beautiful face from me? What have I done to have such a privilege revoked?”

Eskel lowered his head. The floor was apparently more riveting than your conversation. “You don’t want to see me.” You could barely hear him despite being in front of him, his voice was so small. “Not now. You’ll think I'm a monster.” 

You were never more taken aback in your life. “Monster?” The words seemed foreign in your mouth when in reference to Eskel. “My love, I would never think of you that way. You are a pushover and a teasing bastard but not a monster.” Taking a risk, you took a step forward. “Who told you that?” Your fingers brushed the edge of the muslin. 

“I-it’s what I am now. My face is marred beyond recognition. I don’t even see myself. There is only this beast who stares back at me.” 

“Then am I a beast as well? Because my face is littered with more scars than I can count. Do you consider me a monster?” You peered up at Eskel wanting his most honest answer. You both knew the other would be able to tell the difference between a lie and the truth. 

“N-No. But it’s not the same—”

“How is it different, my love?” You tugged the muslin away. The fabric fell soundlessly onto the ground. Beneath it was your beautiful Eskel. He had the same burry, teary eyes, the same thick brows, and the same plush lips. The right side of his face was new to you, but it was not a horror. You well and truly loved him all the same. 

“Please don’t hate me.” 

“I don’t think I am physically capable of doing such a thing.” You were the first to lean forward for a kiss but he met you halfway. The sewn skin had a different texture to what you were used to. It was all the incentive you needed to explore Eskel’s mouth anew. An experience you would never tire of. “I love you, darling.” 

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[queenxxxsupreme]

Hello! I love your fics so much and just saw your submissions are open. Would you be willing to do an Eskel x Reader fic where he comes to her after getting severely hurt from a hunt and she patches him up, physically and emotionally

A/N: Hi babe! Sorry this has taken a while to get out, but I hope you like it! I used game!Eskel but you can picture whichever Eskel you want :)

Warnings: nothing outside of canon, injuries, blood, that sort of thing

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Your fingers glided along the spines of the books, eyes following your touch as you briefly read over each one. 

“What to read, Rue?” You hummed. Your barn owl chirped and turned his head to watch you. “I agree. I think it is time we start shopping around for new books. It’s awfully dull reading the same ones over and over.”

Thunder rumbled in the sky above. You looked up towards the ceiling, a soft sigh leaving your lips. 

“But I suppose going to the market can wait. It is rather late in the evening anyways.”

You pulled out a book on Skellige’s history and turned to go towards your chair when a loud knock came at the door. 

Rue screeched, alerting you that someone was there. 

“Thank you, Rue, darling.” You put the book down and scratched Rue’s head before going to the door. 

The moment you pulled it open, you gasped. 

Eskel stood on your front step. He held his left arm close to his side. His gambeson was tattered and ripped and blood covered where the material was torn. 

“Ran into a nest of forktails.” He grunted, uncomfortably shifting his weight around. 

“Come inside. Quickly, love.” You ushered him in the front door. “Is Scorpion–,”

“He’s- Ah, fuck. He’s in the barn.”

“Sit, sit, sit.” You pulled a chair at the table out for him. “What were you doing running into a nest of forktails?”

He tried to give you a bemused chuckle, but his ribs ached and a sharp pain shot through his side. He gasped and held his left side. 

“Wasn’t looking for trouble. Trying to get to you.” His words came out in punched out breaths. 

“I wasn’t aware of any draconids nearby.” You began to undo the laces on his armor starting with his arms first.

“Must’ve moved in recently.”

You carefully pulled each plate off and set it on the table to wash later. 

“Doll, they’re dirty.” Eskel reached out to move the forearm armor to the floor, but you stopped him. 

You admired that he was trying to abide by your rule of no armor on the kitchen table, but now wasn’t the time for that. 

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Y/N–,”

“You’re bleeding massively from somewhere, Eskel. I need to figure out where from and stop it.”

He let out a small breath, bringing his hand back to his knee. 

You finished with both arms and then moved to the chest piece. With caution, you pulled it off over his head and placed it on the table. 

His undershirt was tattered and stained crimson. 

“My gods.”

“I’m sorry.” He murmured a soft apology, eyes fluttering shut as you began to untie the laces on the chest of his undershirt. 

“If it wasn’t so cold outside, I’d have you go stand in the rain to rinse off.”

“Cold doesn’t bother me.”

“Makes your bones ache.” 

“I can ignore it.”

“And I can find another way to clean you up.” You kissed his forehead. “Let me go get a few things and I will be back.”

His eyes opened as you walked away, yellow gaze following you until you were out of sight. 

***

You returned a few moments later with a small bucket of water and another bucket of rags. 

“Next time, perhaps you’ll avoid the draconid nests.”

“Don’t see that happening. Wanted to get to you as quick as possible.” 

With the fire light flickering in his golden eyes as he peered up at you, you smiled gently. You moved a chair up to him so that you could sit with your legs between his. 

“Oh, my witcher. The lengths you’d go to come home.” You dipped a rag into the lukewarm water and rung it out. 

You started with his face, using one hand to choose his cheek while you wiped the blood from his face. 

“Nothing could keep me away.” His words were hushed, eyes closed as he leaned into your touch. 

“I know, my love.” 

You would never tell him, but you worried constantly about how determined he was to see you when spring was around the corner. 

When you pulled away from his face to dip the rag into the bowl of water, his eyes opened. 

“Your heart is beating funny.”

“Just want to get you cleaned up so you can get to bed. You need rest.”

“I can rest later.”

“You will rest when you’re cleaned up.”

He chuckled, closing his eyes as you started to clean underneath his eye. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” You continued to clean his face for a few more moments before pausing and leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for coming home to me in one piece.”

“Always.” He whispered, his breath warm as he breathed out. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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My taglist is being funny again and won't let me tag people manually but sometimes it will tag people after I post it so.... *insert eye rolling* tumblr hates me I'm sure of it

#eskel x reader #eskel x reader fluff #eskel x reader angst #eskel witcher #witcher x reader #the witcher #the wild hunt #kacey answers

[metalgearwitcher]

What I WILL write: Fluff Angst Hurt/Comfort Gender Neutral reader Fem Reader Male Reader MLM, MLW WLW Platonic (all underage characters are auto-platonic) Smut Pregnancy dark topics (suicide, murder, death, sh etc) canon typical violence ( there is a lot of it in these franchises, they are anti war stories afterall maybe not depicting some of the things that happen in canon it but I can still reference them )

Will Not Write Non-con Yandere Underage "disturbing" kinks (usually meaning involving noncon partners, violence or bodily functions, mostly) feel free to ask if your kink is ok or not) Character x Character AUs ( sorry not my thing)

I will not judge you at all for any kinks or personal interests - do not be afraid to message me with any questions you have

will some detail with the requests like a prompt, but not so much that I'm just writing your OC

am a slow writer. I might take a while to finish a request

If there is a character that isn't on the following lists, ask about them to see if I write for them

character list below the RM

Metal Gear

I'm not familiar enough with metal gear rising to write for those characters but most of the others are fair game

MGS character list

Solid Snake

Big Boss or Naked Snake

Revolver Ocelot

Otacon

Meryl Silverburgh

Johnny Sasaki

Sniper Wolf

Zero

EVA

Para-Medic

Kazuhira Miller

Strangelove

Cécile

Venom Snake

Quiet

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The Witcher Iv only gone through the Witcher 3 so I'm not familiar with the previous games, so I will do research to write for some of the more popular characters like Vernon Roche and Iorveth

This is based on the game version the characters not the tv show. I still like the show I just think there should be more content for the game characters ( though I might make an exemption for Jaskier I love him too much to exclude)

I'm not finished with the book series yet but I may included details from it and reference book only stuff or use characterization if there isn't enough detail for them in the games, I will probably add more characters when I'm finished with the books, like Milva

Witcher character list Ciri

Geralt of Rivia

Dandelion

Jaskier (TV)

Triss Merigold

Shani

Vesemir

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Eskel

Lambert

Vernon Roche

Iorveth

Cerys an Craite

Regis

Ves

#metal gear x reader #the witcher x reader #metal gear solid #the witcher 3 wild hunt #metal gear solid x reader #the witcher 3 x reader

[weirdfishy]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

🥺 thank ye for thinking of me <3

these are my favorite fics and I think you should read them :))

they're all ao3 links

A Million Pieces - set in a modern AU of The Witcher with a focus on Eskel (my beloved) and the premise is that he recently got his scar (somehow, hush) and he's grappling with the depression that's a part of the aftermath. hella angst, deals with suicidal ideation.

it's one of my very first fics - my third from feb of '21 - and it's very solidly one of the ones i'm most proud of. v emotional

crack, hob flirts back, heart attack - crack fic for The Sandman where Hob & The Corinthian slept together BUT they didn't know each other's connection to Morpheus/etc. UNTIL they met in the dreaming. 10/10 my humor may have peaked here these two are attractive and Know It, the corintian pov adds nicknames for dream into the mix and Dream will forever be known as Neverending Story to me, you can't change my mind :)

by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache - dreamling fic!! getting together, they're soft and in love with each other, another Hob Is Dreaming Of Morpheus & Shows How Much He's In Love With Him. also the last chapter was released in celebration and the second part of the last chapter is quite possibly The Best & Softest IMO

C'est la vie - Criminal Minds, Emily Prentiss x reader where the reader murders the person that killed their parents :) ambiguous ending <3 and descriptions of gore and death

this is my child that i'm still nursing bc it's still getting rewritten as multi-chaptered fic BUT the og does me proud for a one-shot; sorry for those who are waiting (few you may be, i appreciate you all the same) but i'm tryna get this one right bc it's so close to my heart

At First Sight - Criminal Minds, Emily Prentiss x reader, same set up as C'est la vie but it tangents from it. fanfic of fanfic basically, but it's a blurb about how Emily might have reacted to seeing what you had done in revenge. descriptions of gore and death

~

hope you enjoy them if you read them! mahalo nui

lol the three not of The Sandman universe were posted in the early months of 2021, i can't believe they're almost two years old!! weird how my favorites are from the very beginning of my fic writing and so recently (literally less than a month ago)

oh here’s my entire fic list :)

#fic rec list #fic rec #fanfiction #criminal minds #the sandman #the witcher #askboxx #writing #fanfic #emily prentiss x reader #dreamling #eskel

[yenn-atreides]

Like a flame (a Witcher story) - part IV

Pairing: Lambert x F! Mage reader

Warnings: mild swearing, Lambchop being Lambchop

Genre: fluff, angst, h/c

Read the previous parts here:

‘Y/N, can we talk?’

‘Piss off, Lambert…’ you muttered under your breath as you filled your bowl with stew.

‘What did he do?’ Geralt asked, his brow knitted into a frown.

‘Leave it alone.’ Eskel huffed, clearly regretting what he did.

‘I’ll tell you what he did, Geralt.’ you said. ‘Lambert here, got himself hurt on purpose so he could be the centre of attention.’

‘What!?’ Coën shouted, ‘Are you mental?’

You all sat down around the same table and Lambert made sure to sit opposite of you, he was desperate.

‘Idiot.’ Geralt grunted and hit the back of Lambert's head which caused the ginger witcher to curse under his breath.

‘Why would you do such a thing?’ Vesemir asked, he wondered whether his youngest son has lost his mind. Lambert didn’t answer and just kept trying to make eye contact with you.

‘He wanted to spend time with her.’ Eskel said, which caused Geralt and Coën to snort.

‘Yes and you helped him.’ you snarled, making sure the others knew he was complicit.

‘Unbelievable…’ Geralt grunted.

‘Exactly.’ you said and glanced over to meet Lambert’s keen amber eyes. They made you feel weak and caused your cheeks to flush but you kept a deadly glare. Your eyes could have burst anyone into spontaneous flames, and Lambert looked broken when he saw your fiery gaze.

‘And you still helped him, or who tended to him??’ Coën asked.

‘He couldn’t stitch it up himself, so yes.’

‘You’re soft.’ Geralt said and rolled his eyes.

‘Can’t we just leave it behind, princess? I told you I’m sorry…’ Lambert tried.

‘Don’t call me princess.’ you spat and angrily spooned some horrible stew into your mouth.

‘’You are both so stubborn!’ Coën sighed.

‘And you are all as stupid as you’re tall!’ you yelled and left. The food was disgusting and you didn’t feel like eating so you were more than glad to escape. You were absolutely livid, but also more attracted to Lambert than ever. You hated yourself for it, and even though he was an idiot and too horny for words, you still loved him.

———————————————————————

You had spent some time with Sage and Roach and it was already late when you came back inside. You had managed to slip out without anyone noticing so Geralt and Vesemir - the only ones who were still in the hall, were surprised to see you.

‘Y/N, what are you doing still up?’ Vesemir asked, ‘I thought you had gone to bed.’

‘I was with Roach and Sage.’ you said with a thin smile. ‘I gave them hay and water so don’t bother going out again.’ you added.

‘Hm.’ Geralt grunted, ‘Thank you.’

‘It’s fine. At least they don’t vex me.’ you huffed.

‘Lambert is sorry, you know.’ the white-haired witcher said, ‘He’s an arse but at least he’s sorry.’

‘That’s something…’ you said.

‘It’s a start.’ Vesemir smiled kindly.

‘Night.’ you said and walked towards the stairs. You crossed the laboratory and saw the mortar standing in the exact spot where you had put it down before Lambert. The leaves and twigs were only roughly crushed and just a few strips of cloth had disappeared. He had done a terrible job at patching himself up it seemed, too bad for him.

You walked up the stairs and saw Lambert standing in the hall, about to enter his room. He hadn’t seen you yet, and he was grabbing at his shoulder with a grunt: he was in pain.

‘I can hear your heartbeat, little witch.’ he said and turned around to meet you with a little smile. He tried his best to hide his agony but it was no use.

‘You’re hurting.’ you said with a calm tone.

‘Yes…’

‘And do you know whose fault that is?’

‘Yours, because you left me untended to.’ he snorted.

‘Fuck’s sake…’ you moaned and sped up to go to your room, you didn’t want to see him anymore.

‘I was only having fun, I’m sorry.’, he was almost stuttering now.

‘I know you’re sorry, but just let me be. I’ve had enough of you.’ you said, your voice had a slight bend in it. It made you feel ashamed, he could not, under any circumstances, find out that you pitied him. That was your problem: you yearned for him, you wanted him so badly it hurt. You walked past him and your side brushed him, and suddenly you felt his hand on your arm.

‘Please…, you can’t stay mad at me. No one can.’

‘You think you’re so irresistible, don’t you?’ you yelled. ‘And I definitely can, watch me.’. He was right, he was impossible to ignore. You opened your door and heard a ‘Night, Y/N.’ before you slammed it shut.

#witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #the witcher #toss a coin to your witcher #witcher geralt #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #yenneferthewitcher #the cavillry #henry william dalgliesh cavill #henry cavill #lambchops #netflix lambert #lambert x reader #witcher lambert #witcher imagine #vesemir #witcher coen #kaer morons #kaer morhen #cirilla of cintra

[vivalarevolution]

𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬:

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 / 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠?

One-shots

Headcanons

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?

Avatar:

Jake Sully

Neytiri

Tsu'tey

Tonowari

Recom Miles Quaritch

Lo'ak 

Neteyam

So'lek

House of the Dragon:

Daemon Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Harwin Strong

Cregan Stark

Game of Thrones:

Oberyn Martell

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Jaime Lannister

Rhaegar Targaryen

Daenerys Targaryen

Viserys III Targaryen

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Eskel

The Vampire Diaries:

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Twilight:

Paul Lahote

Jasper Hale

Edward Cullen

Dune:

Feyd Rautha

Paul Atreides

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 / 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞?

When it comes to this question, I can't answer it with 100% certainty because I hasn't written everything yet.

However, from my experience, there are things that I do not write, for example:

non-consensual

heavy angst

character x character

character x oc (I prefer to have the last word in creating oc's in my works)

humiliation situations

Maybe the list will be longer in the future, but for now, that's all. I am an open and tolerant person by nature, so I approach most things with curiosity rather than with immediate disgust.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?

I hope you understood this point and that I formulated it well. But all I mean is that I won't be writing for any perspective other than a female one. I'm a woman myself, so I write best from this perspective , I feel most comfortable in it when it comes to writing.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

As always, feel free to contact me and send me your requests. However, please don't send me a message with just a character (e.g. Daemon Targaryen x reader) because it's hard to work with. I may have a sudden burst of inspiration but I can't do a lot with it because I don't know what the sender wants, I don't know if they will like it. Thats why pointing to the right plot/storyline is greatly appreciated.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

#important #request

[mathoumeow]

The Witcher fanfic recs Masterlist

-wriMy favorite fics from The Witcher universe in a single masterlist.

/!\ I do not own any of these stories, all the credit goes to their author (mentionned next to the title). Please leave a like or reblog on their stories if you enjoyed reading them !  /!\

√= Finished series

Eskel

Series :

√ Hollow Things by @pressedinthepages  : complete masterlist (20 chapters) - Fluff / Smut / Angst / witcher fem!reader 

Silver & Scars by @straight-outta-kaer-morhen : Prologue . 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 - Fluff / Smut / sorceress fem!reader

What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth? by @stinawrites : 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 - Fluff / Angst

Where we love it never gets dark by @poledancingdinos : masterlist - Fluff / Angst / Smut / Mates!Au

Eskel the Knight by @facsigusz - part 1 . part 2 - Fluff 

One shots :

Morning Conversations by @queenxxxsupreme - Fluffy fluff

Lost but Not Forgotten by @queenxxxsupreme - Fluff / Sister!au

Unspoken by @owillofthewisps - Fluff / Smut

In your Arms, In your Mind by @sometimesiwrite & @pressedinthepages - Smut

This is Enough for me by @sometimesiwrite - Fluff / Smut

Run Ins by @open--till--midnight - Fluff

Geralt 

Series : 

√ Beautiful and Damned by @dreamwritesimagines - Romance / Fluff / Angst / royal!reader

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One shots :

dream a little dream (of me) by @blushstories - Angst / Strangers to friends (or to flirt?)

to sleep (would be an awfully big adventure) by @blushstories - Fluff

a lifetime of anticipation by @lia-writes​ - Fluff

Eskel x Reader x Geralt

Two Wolves by @darklydeliciousdesires - 100% Smut / Threeway Smut 

Ongoing...

#i do not own any of these stories #the witcher #the witcher masterlist #masterlist #eskel #geralt #geralt of rivia #eskel x reader #eskel x y/n #geralt x reader #geralt x y/n #eskel fluff #eskel smut #eskel angst #the witcher recs #the witcher fanfics recs