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cosmos-coma · 17 days
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Cuddling Eskel HCs
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While Eskel is the kindest and most polite Witcher, I think he’s also the loneliest. Unfortunately his scars don’t exactly bring in the admirers like his white haired brother’s does and his mild nature doesn’t really put him out there much.
That’s not to say he’d let it get the best of him though. Early on, before you guys have a true and defined relationship, he’d steal a couple touches. A grazing of his fingers as he reaches for something, an “accidental” knocking of each others knees under tavern tables, or a quick brushing away of dirt from your cheek.
The best though were sharing a saddle during long rides. Where- depending on how much sleep you got- you’d either ride behind him, your arms wrapped around his chest and staying there. Or, if you had been tossing and turning the whole night before he’d have you sit in front of him. This way he can have his arms most of the way around you, keeping you from falling off the side. If he was lucky you’d fall asleep to Scorpion’s rhythmic movements and lean back against his soft chest as you snoozed.
However when you got closer he became a little more confidence in reaching out for you, though he still likes the little surge of confidence and love he feels when he sees you reach out for him first.
But once your place in each other’s lives is more established he’s much more apt to slip his hand into yours as your walking or hold open the blanket in an invitation for you to join him under the covers.
In winter it’s 10 times worse. Eskel handles the cold perfectly fine, he’s learned how in his years growing up at the keep. But he also knows it’s the perfect excuse to pull you in closer to him, to spend those 10 extra minutes in bed just holding you that much closer.
Speaking of- the classic question: Big spoon or little spoon? Eskel is s big spoon man, his whole purpose in life his to protect and with you it’s only amplified, especially if you two are out on the path.
However, Eskel has discovered a great fondness for laying his head on your chest/stomach. Specifically when he can lay between your legs, his chest and head laying peacefully on top of you. Soft hums emanate from the mountain of a Witcher as your hands run through his hair, fingers massaging his scalp idly and picking out twigs and leaves. He loves listening to your heart beat in this position, Loves knowing that you’re here, you’re his, as if you’re a dream he’s still not sure if he’ll wake up from.
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Eskel X Reader Kinktober: Face Sitting
Frost covered the glass panes of the old castle. Light shining through the clear window was trapped into refracting into a rainbow that painted the inside of the rooms. Kaer Morhen sat high upon the mountain, the deteriorating facade tricking the outside observer into believing it was abandoned. And any sane group of people probably would have abandoned it, Witcher’s however were not sane. Eskel had tried to make that very clear to Y/n when he invited her to stay for the winter. That they were a bunch of off kilter men– giant mutated boys if you asked Vesemir– that would be going stir crazy by the third week. Even with Eskel making the faults and tendencies of would witchers blatantly apparent, she still insisted on staying. 
Now don’t get him wrong, Eskel wanted her to stay. With how close the two of you had grown, being away from Y/n for multiple months at a time seemed akin to torture. However the last thing he wanted to do was trap her for an extended period of time just to make him happy. Little did Eskel know there was probably nothing he could have said that would have changed Y/n’s mind . She would take torment for years if it meant he was happy. Not that Eskel would ever accept that he was worthy of such devotion. Y/n was working on it though, slowly but surely. 
It was one night where he and Lambert had been having some… amorous discussions about pleasuring women that lit a fire in his abdomen. It felt dubious what he was plotting, especially when he planned everything out. He needed you sequestered. Trapped in the castle with no good excuse to go outside. Next he needed to prep you. Not physically but mentally. While the two of you had never explicitly broached the topic, Eskel knew you were self-conscious about your size. You always insisted he didn’t need to carry you whenever he picked you up to be romantic. If he touched or kissed your stomach you would seize up. You insisted on changing privately even though he had seen you naked more than once, and all tight fitting clothing had been banned from your wardrobe. 
Eskel didn’t understand it, Y/n was perfect in his eyes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t respectful of it. If she wasn’t ready to speak with him about it, then that was okay, he would be here with quiet encouragements and affirmations until she was. 
A blizzard hit the next week giving him his golden opportunity. As the halls were damn near frosted themselves most everyone was spending their time in their private rooms by the fire, Eskel and you were no exception. You were laid out like a dream in front of him on the rug in front of the fireplace. On your stomach you had a pillow underneath your chest, pushing your full breasts forward and your low cut lounge shirt downward. An oblivious smile plastered on your face as you had your head down reading. 
The book Eskel had chosen had long since lost its appeal and sat dormant next to him on the floor. His eyes instead choosing to hone in on the way the shadows cast by the fire flickered over and caressed  the smooth skin of your chest. He shifted himself so he mirror you laying on his stomach. His head leaned against your shoulder, nose nuzzling your neck. 
“Can’t I help you?” You giggled, feeling Eskel playfully run against your neck and nibble at the skin. 
“You can stop reading for a bit” he suggested, sneaking an arm around your and he moved his mouth to suck on your jawline. 
“Hmm but I just started this chapter” you halfheartedly protested, feeling warmth crawl across your skin from more than just the fire. 
“I’ll read the chapter to you later” Eskel knew you’d take the offer. You adored cuddling up while he read to you. You turned on your side, facing Eskel properly now as you met his gaze. 
“Promise?’ you asked, a small sensual lit to your tone. Eskel braced an arm under your head and pushed you onto your back. His hair fanned over his face, blocking off any sight to the sides of him. 
“Promise” he affirmed before leaning in to kiss you. Hands wandered well worn paths on each other's bodies, as the kisses quickly turned deep and desperate. Your hands played with the hairs at the base of his neck, little whimpers and mewls coming from you as he began to grind into you. 
Eskel pulled away, sitting up and  scooting back so you could do the same. Once you were both on your knees Eskel began undressing you. That sinfully low top was the first to go. Follow swiftly by all of the other offensive clothing that dared to hide you from him. Once you were bare he ripped his own shirt off before his hands caressed your hips. One snuck up to grab a handful of your chest while the other snuck down to begin playing with your folds.
You braced yourself against Eskel’s shoulders, even on his knees he was so much taller than you and his hands were doing sinfully pleasant things to you, his eyes were staring at you with carnal hunger. 
To your dismay he withdrew his hands, leaning back and propping himself on his elbows. 
“Come over here” he beckoned lowly, you crawled over to him on all fours, trying your best to look more predator than the prey you knew you were. You kissed him slowly, focusing more on the way his chest felt underneath your hands. The warm rough skin carpeted with dark hair felt like heaven under your fingertips as you made your way lower and lower until you made to rid him of his pants. 
“Mmm not yet” Eskel grabbed your hands, pulling you forward till he was more eye level with your chest. 
“What?” you questioned, sitting back up on your knees. He leaned up on his elbows, eyes sinfully half lidded. 
“Want you to ride my face” her purred, his mouth ajar as he looked up at you slightly through his lashes. “Please?”
“Oh, uuhh, Eskel I don’t know I mean I don’t think I’m-” you were cut off as you felt a kiss on the side of your knee. He side-eyed you, looking you up and down, the question still in his gaze. His arms caressed your hips, rubbing little circles into the skin. You worried the skin on your lip a moment, looking back over to the fire. Damn it all you couldn’t tell his man no. 
“We can try it, just this once” You looked down on the satisfied smirk on his lips as he lowered himself under you even further. You maneuvered your legs around him, and lowered yourself so you were hovering over him. 
Eskle kissed the skin of your thighs as he peaked up at you. Your gaze was anywhere but where the action was and your brow was furrowed. Just as he had suspected you were too caught up in your head. He would need you to loosen up your strict mind grip for a moment. 
“I’m a witcher honey you’re not gonna hurt me.” He murmured in between sloppy kisses to your thighs. “Let alone kill me. Though…” His hands moved to caress your legs, running his palms over the tops of your thighs. “If I did, what a way to go.” Eskel monitored your expression closely, seeing you bite your lips trying to fight the smile as joked about passing away from pussy. “Tell my brothers I died doing what I loved. Grant an old man his dying wish will you?” You were fully smiling now and little giggles bubbled up from behind your cheeks. 
“Oh cut it out” you playfully smacked at this head. There was his chance, as you were still fighting giggles he pulled you down all the way. He listened with glee as your sounds turned from amusement to shock to pleasure in a span of a breath as he began to lap at you like a man starved. 
It was no secret that Eskel was fond of treating himself to a taste of you rather frequently. However this was different. This was pure enthusiasm, pure lust as he lapped and sucked into your folds like it really was the last thing he was going to do. You began to pant as his pace was nonstop. Your legs twitched, itching to move and rock your cunt against his face, but you held back. However your witcher was much too perceptive and there would be no holding back on him tonight. He began to pull your legs back and forth. The first few thrusts were such a deadly mix of the skill of his tongue and the friction of his face that it killed any sense of reservation you had in that moment. 
One hand in his hair you began to rock against him in earnest, modesty long gone out the frosted window as you let your moans fill the air. The spring in your winding and winding. Eskel could feel you getting slicker and slicker on top of him, could feel the shake in your legs that he knew meant you were close. Were his mouth not busy working he would have smirked as he pulled his lips back. He closed around your clit and rolled his tongue sinfully, finally feeling that cord in you snap as you painted his face in pleasure. 
You pulled up as you caught your breath, a hand on your chest as you looked down at a blissed out Eskel. You stood up, reaching your hand out to him and surprising both him and yourself as you were able to pull him up. You pushed his chest harshly to back him up against the bed. As the back of his knees hit the side he fell back and you were on him immediately. Fingers sliding under the waist of his pants. 
Who sleeps during a blizzard anyway? 
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writingmysanity · 1 year
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Warmth
Pairing: Eskel x reader
Word count: 340
A/N: I know many of you followed me for my Eskel content. I swear I am still making it- I am just busy and also have to follow the serotonin when I can in order to keep writing. Have a little bit that I wrote because it was cute.
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Shivering a bit, you snuggle up into Eskel’s warmth, sighing softly. Your coat just isn't cutting it. Time for a new one. 
Do you have enough coin?
Silently deliberating on what you would have to give up to afford a new one, you watch the rainfall, eyes zeroing in on the droplets sliding along the leaves above your head, dropping like lead with a splash into the ever growing puddle that surrounds you. Eskel’s eyes are closed, but you know better than to assume he was asleep. His hand draws tentative lines up and down your arm, large hand just about engulfing your much smaller body in lingering warmth. 
Humming contently, you relax further into his hold, letting him tug you closer. 
“Don't you say it,” you grouch, eyes fluttering open to glare up at the mountain of a man, a soft flush painting his ears- the only sign the man could blush at all. He sits there for a moment, mouth ajar slightly, words dead on his lips. Grumbling, he works his jaw, thumb brushing over the scar on your shoulder- deeper than the others, more jagged. 
“I was just going to apologize,” he sighs. Rolling your eyes, you pinch his side. 
“I know,” you hum, narrowing your eyes at him. “And I won't hear of it.” he snorts a bit, looking down at you, hair plastered to his head. 
“And why not?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow down at you. “It's my fault we're here.” rolling your eyes, you sigh, nose scrunching slightly in distaste when the puff of white flutters away in the wind. 
“I won't hear of it, Esk. If you feel bad enough, hold me more,” he laughs, hauling you up into his lap, letting you curl up under his gibson layering his cloak over you both. 
“When have you ever needed an excuse for me to hold you, Kit?” snickering below the layers, you nuzzle into his chest, humming happily as warmth envelops you. 
“Not a single damn time, but it is always nice.”
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armystrong980 · 2 years
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Under the stars
Eskel x Reader
Warnings: A large amount of fluff!
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You and Eskel first met in a pub not too far from your home. You both made conversation over some ale telling him you were a mage / herbalist. He told you who he was and you were fascinated. The one thing he noticed about you was you never showed fear around him. It was like a breath of fresh air. Eskel knew he had to protect you at all costs. Not only did he like you but you were the only one who ever showed the deepest amount of kindness towards him.
Eskel always came back to see you. When he knew he would be in the area he'd visit, even if it was only a place to sleep for the night. You both eventually would talk for hours. You love his company. Little does he know though, it's not just his company that you love. Eskel couldn't have been more happy to see you. He hugs you tightly then sits you both down to tell you about his journey and what you were up to. He then made sure to tell you he made sure to clean up before seeing you. He wanted to be presentable.  That made butterflies fly in your stomach. Eskel then asks you something you didn't expect.
"Will you watch the stars with me tonight? It clears my head but it gets quite boring being alone." He laughs.
You smile. "I'd love to! I know a place I like to go to that has a beautiful view over the town." He nods in agreement.
"I'll pack a snack or two for us then." You squeeked in excitement. "I'll go get changed real fast." He can't help the smile and laugh coming from his lips. It only took you a minute or so to come back with a blanket in hand as well. You notice his sachel was packed with treats. "I'm all ready to go." You both left on your horse arriving at your destination in a short amount of time. Once getting there the sun had already set. You lay the blanket on the grass and sit down patting the spot next to you for him. He gladly sits down. He looks at you while you look up at the stars. "A beautiful night tonight." He was taking in your beauty but you didn't seem to notice.
"I agree. It is very beautiful and quiet." He smiles turning his head away.
You look up at him. His features are relaxed while his eyes are glued to the sky. You decide now is the best time to tell him how you feel. "You know, you deserve the world Eskel." He gazes down at you still smiling and you can't help but to smile back. He looks down at his hands that are crossed on his lap."Why do you feel that way?" You then knelt in front of him taking one of his hands in your own. He lifts his head.
"You're not like the others. You're caring and such a gentleman. You deserve every little bit of happiness this world has to offer."  You interwine your fingers with his. Your heart starts to beat faster.
"I wish that were true. I don't feel worthy of it y/n." You place your other hand on his shoulder making him look at you again.  "Let me be the one to show you then." He tilts his head in confusion. "Eskel, I couldn't be more in love with you than how I am right now. Each day I wake up with you on my mind. Each day I hope to see you just so I can be with you. " His cheeks turn pink grining wide.
"We've known each other for quite some time Eskel. You've made me the happiest person alive for being a part of my life. Would you take a chance?" He releases your hand to push a small hair away from your face behind your ear. He cups your cheek and leans in. You melt into his touch closing the gap.
After a moment he pulls away slightly touching his forehead with yours.
"Of course I will, Dove." He pulls back. He gets up and lifts you up as well. He wraps his arms around you holding you tight. Your arms wrap around his waist and do the same. The silence broke as the pub near by starts to play music. "That timing is impeccable." You giggle pulling away from him slightly. He puts an arm around your waist. "Dance with me?" You nod intertwining your hand in his. You lay your head on his chest hearing the slow rhythm of his heart beat. He leads in the dance swaying to the sound of music underneath the stary night sky.
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Stinky adorable man.
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thesleepy1 · 2 years
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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.” 
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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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crowleyellestair · 2 years
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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
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Eskel x f!reader (she/her only used like 5 times but nothing else defining)
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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.
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seidenbros · 2 years
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Hi! I've got a request from your song lyrics prompts :) I'd like to request "and I don't want the world to see me" from Iris for either Jaskier or Eskel (not sure if you write for him so I put Jaskier there too, if you don't that's alright whoever you chose will be amazing!)
Thank you so much for this Lily! I haven't written Eskel so far, so this is the first time, and I really hope I was able to capture his essence (And I got another request for the song for Jaskier, so that will follow as well) It was a lot of fun to do, so I hope you do enjoy it, and please let me know if this doesn't fit Eskel :D
(Taken from this list and here are some other prompts, but feel free to request anything <3)
Pairing: Eskel x Reader Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, hurt, fluff? Word count: 2624
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He pulled the hood of his cloak up to cover half of his face. Eskel knew how people reacted to him, how they looked at him when they saw the scar running from his mouth up to his ear, disfiguring his face. He hadn't always looked like this, and being a Witcher earned you a lot of scars, but this one was different, because it was visible all of the time, and it scared people. He understood, though it still hurt seeing the reactions all the time. Hence the cloak and the hood. It was easier to get to talk to people when he covered his face at least at the moment. It wasn't that he was ashamed – quite the contrary because it meant that he'd survived this, survived her attack – but it made dealing with townsfolk easier, because he didn't have to get them to look him in the eye and talk to him instead of blatantly staring at the scar. Some were curious about it, others were scared, and at the moment, he didn't have the patience to deal with it. He needed coin and he needed a place to stay and sleep for more than two hours. The last couple of weeks had been rough on him, and he was exhausted, so he needed a proper bed and good food, but that was only manageable if he earned some coin to spend on an inn and food.
That was why he found himself in front of your door. He knocked three times and waited for a response, but there wasn't one, though he heard someone inside. Another knock and he waited, but this time you reacted, but didn't open the door.
“Who is it?”
“I'm here about the Drowner. The owner of the inn told me to come here.” Another moment of silence, but then you slowly opened the door. It was probably understandable that you didn't open the door to everyone, Eskel understood that, especially because it looked like you were living alone.
“You're a Witcher,” you stated the obvious, opening the door wider and stepping outside. Half his face was covered, but you didn't seem to mind. It was rather cold and windy, so his clothes were probably practical. Never would you have expected why he was dressed that way.
“Yes,” Eskel answered, smiling gently at you, taking your worries away with this. Your shoulders relaxed, followed by a sigh that left your lips. “I'm Eskel. I rather prefer people using my first name than calling me Witcher.”
“My apologies, I didn't want you to feel -”
“Don't worry, you didn't I just wanted to properly introduce myself.” His words made you smile, because it was a really polite thing to do. More polite than any of the men here in the area, you had to say. Almost like he was the only one with manners around here, which was not really surprising, considering that most men here didn't respect women. At least that had been your experience, especially after you'd gotten hurt by the Drowner and nobody had helped you.
“I'm Y/N. Thank you for coming here. Would you like to come in first?” You couldn't help it, but Eskel fascinated you. It wasn't only the fact that he was a Witcher, or that he was so polite, that he smiled at you instead of snapping at you, but more a general thing that intrigued you, that made you want to get to know this man better. His whole aura, the way he carried himself...
“That's very kind, but I''d rather get this done while it's still bright outside. If you could just point me in the direction...”
For a moment you pondered whether you should go with him, show him directly where that Drowner had attacked you, but fear gripped you tight and made you think better of it. There was nothing you could do in this situation anyway, you'd probably only be in the way.
“A bit down the walkway behind the house, then you turn to your right and follow the path until you get to the lake,” you said raising your arm to show him the direction, which was when he saw the bright scars on your arm. Without thinking too much about it, Eskel reached for your arm, expecting you to pull away from him, to flinch, but you let him touch your arm, your scars, holding your breath.
“You're hurt,” he observed, gently tracing his fingertips along your scars, making you shiver involuntarily. “The Drowner? These seem to heal very nicely.”
“Yes...” It wasn't a very nice memory, and yes, you were still scared, which was why you needed that thing to be gone. You hadn't been able to sleep properly ever since it had happened. “I treated the wounds myself. Nobody was willing to help me here.” You'd tried to get help, but in the end, it had been you alone. Luckily, you knew your way around injuries, and so it had probably been better that you'd treated them yourself instead of getting help from anyone.
“I know what that's like,” Eskel said with a wry smile, slowly letting go of you.
“I'm sorry...” You shook your head, not understanding why people treated him that way. Wherever he went, he helped the people, at least that was what she'd heard, and he was here now to help her. Yes, he would get paid for that, but there was nobody else, who would have taken on the Drowner. “When you get back, you're invited to dinner. To show you that not all people are like that.”
“You really don't have to.” Eskel hadn't gotten the impression that you were one of those people, especially not after you'd offered him some tea. But he also didn't want to impose himself on you.
“I insist!” Your words were followed by a soft smile, that made him agree in the end. There was no way he would talk you out of it, so he accepted that generous offer, before he set off on the path you'd told him about.
Hours passed and Eskel didn't returned. You'd already prepared dinner, but you were still waiting for him to come back. He had to, because he had to collect his coin. Or did something happen to him? Now, you were beginning to worry, because even though he seemed more than capable, something still could have happened to him. Before you were able to take your cloak and go out looking for him – because you'd sent him down there, so it was your responsibility to make sure nothing had happened to him – there was a loud knock on your door. Without asking this time, you pulled the door open to find Eskel right in front of it, leaning against the doorframe.
“I thought something happened to you!” You expressed your concern, before you saw the blood on his clothes – his blood. He looked a little pale, but he still manages to smile at you.
“I'll be alright. I just need a little rest.”
“You need more than that.” You put your hand on his arm to lead him inside. Not that you were able to support him in any way, seeing that he was towering over you, but you were able to lead him towards a chair in your kitchen, where you sat him down.
“Don't worry about it, it will be fine,” Eskel tried to play it down, but he was still bleeding.
“Yeah sure... Take you clothes off!” You wouldn't take no for an answer, even Eskel understood that by now. He'd gotten hurt because of your contract, so the least you could do was take care of his injuries. He still hesitated. “Oh come now, it's nothing I haven't seen before.” A smirk crept onto your lips, but Eskel sighed.
“Don't be so sure of that. I don't want you to get scared.”
“Why should I get scared?” Now, you were curious what he was talking about. You knew that people were scared of him because he was a Witcher – which was still ridiculous in your opinion – but you'd already established that you didn't have a problem with this.
“There's a good reason why I'm wearing that hood,” he eventually said, still not looking at you. “Because I don't want the world to see me... They don't understand.” Slowly, he raised his head again to look at you, and you could see the pain in his eyes, a vulnerability that you'd never thought you'd see in the eyes of such a tough, strong man. It made your heart pick up it's pace, curious what you might find underneath the fabric of the cloak covering his face.
There was no fear in your eyes when you reached out your hand to slowly, carefully push the hood from his head, revealing his face to you. You only got a glimpse at his scar, before he turned this side of his face away from you. You reached out your hand, touched your fingers to his cheek and made him look at you. The scar didn't look pretty, like he'd been in a lot of pain, but it didn't scare you away. Not at all. The kindness that shone in his eyes outweighed everything else, and so you simply smiled at him.
“They might not understand, but I do.” You had your own scars to show, not only the ones on your arm that he'd already seen. “But this doesn't determine who you are. You actions speak much louder than this, and you've been kinder to me than anyone in this damned village has ever been. You're still one handsome man, Eskel.” You meant what you said, which made Eskel smile in return. Never had he felt so at ease with someone as he did right here with you. “So, take off these clothes now, so I can tend to your injuries.”
“Yes, Ma'am.” There was an amused tone in his voice, the atmosphere a lot lighter than it had been a moment ago. When he took off his clothes, except for his pants, though, it was your time to stare. He'd looked well built even in his clothes, but seeing his naked upper body right now in the candle light, did things to you, that you hadn't felt in a long, long time. Still, you had to take care of his injuries, because you didn't want them to get infected.
There was a moment of silence, before you turned around to get everything you needed. When you returned, you nudged your knee between his legs to make him open his legs so that you could step between them. Noth of you were silent as you started to carefully clean the wound. He winced only once, but then he stayed still. The tension in the room was palpable. He was utterly silent, while your heart seemed to be nearly hopping out of your chest. Naked men weren't a problem for you, but a certain naked Witcher seemed to give you heat palpitations. Especially when you felt his hands and your waist to steady you. At least you told yourself that it was just that, keeping you in place, because you had to lean forward a little bit to do your work properly.
“I just need to bandage it up, and then you're good to go,” you said reaching for the bandages, leaning forward again, and putting your hand to his good shoulder to not fall into his arms. Not that you would mind, but it wasn't the right moment for that. Even when you felt his thumbs brush against your sides, you tried to keep your composure. “You need to lean forward a little bit so that I don't strap you to the chair with the bandages.”
“As you wish,” Eskel countered with a chuckle, doing as you'd said, but with that movement, he was even closer to you, his face just inches away from your chest. His fingers stilled again, but his face was turned towards you. He was watching your every reaction, which managed to make you a little nervous right now. But you tried to concentrate, put the bandage around his upper body so that it was not too tight, but tight enough. “There we go. Are you alright?”
“Better than that.” Eskel's voice was lower than before, his eyes fixed on you. “Thank you, Y/N.”
Hearing your name from his lips sent another shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath, before you smiled down at him again.
“Anytime. And as I promised, dinner is waiting for you.” You were still standing between his thighs, his hands on your waist, spreading heat throughout your whole body. You were so aware of him, of his whole body, that it nearly hurt. Talking distracted you, but only for a second, because when his thumbs brushed over your waist again, you nearly moaned. It had been a long time since anybody else had touched you, so even that gentle touch left you yearning for more.
Gone were the thoughts of dinner then, when you plucked up the courage to lean down and kiss him. Your hands were on his shoulders for support, careful not to hurt him in any way because of his injuries. As soon as your lips collided, his grip around your waist tightened and he pulled you closer. As you realised what was happening, you broke the kiss, eyes blown wide when you looked at him. You didn't move, stayed right where you were, but you had to apologize.
“I'm sorry, I didn't...” What? You didn't what? Want to kiss him? Because you'd definitely wanted to do that, and it had felt perfect, heavenly even. But you weren't sure if he'd wanted that as well, or if he'd just complied because he was in your home.
“Why are you apologizing?” His voice was gentle when he asked you, pushing you a little bit away from his own body so that he could properly look at you.
“I didn't want to make you feel obligated to any of this. I just...” Nervously you licked your lips, not seeming to find the right words. Usually, you weren't this nervous around men, but with Eskel it was different.
“If it makes you feel better, I don't feel obligated to do anything.” Now, it was his turn to nudge his knees between your legs before he pulled you closer again. You ran your fingers through his hair, down to his scarred cheek and let it rest there. For a moment, Eskel closed his eyes only to open them again a moment later and look at you with lust-filled eyes. “I want this.” He pulled you down so that you were straddling his lap, which made you chuckle.
“Okay.... I thought I was overstepping boundaries here...” Feeling his hands run up your back, one of them settling at the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.
“Can we stop the talking for now,” he asked with a smirk, which only managed to make you chuckle, but then you nodded your head. As soon as he'd seen your agreement, Eskel touched his lips to yours again, not willing to let you off the hook again soon. And you didn't want this as well. This was not what you'd expected your day to turn into, it was a whole lot better. Dinner could wait a little longer.
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Change of Fate (Eskel x Mom!Reader)
Series:  The Witcher
Characters:  Eskel, Lambert, Vesemir, tiny bit of Geralt.
Summary:  A twist in the peaceful life of Y/N and her two children will change them forever.  Know this; a mother will do anything to help her kids, even if it means using the help of some witchers.
WARNINGS:  Animal attack, injured child, blood, fear, light swearing
Word Count:  7.4k Way too many
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The heat on this midsummer night hung heavy in the sky.  No relief in sight, as the midnight stayed silent, free of any light breeze or gusts.  Within the thick heat on the countryside outskirts of White Orchard village is a small, somewhat dilapidated irregular shaped cottage, seemingly overrun on the outside by thick and thorny vines.  Although the outside appears to be in ruins, the inside is a warm, cozy, and inviting interior.  This unique structure serves to be the home of a loving single mother, Y/N, and her two pre-adolescent boys, Cain and Oman.  At the young ages of nine and eleven, the children easily share a single bedroom, just big enough for two twin sized beds and one roughly handmade dresser.  
Despite the intense dry heat plastering the air, the entire family is sleeping in peace, all blankets discarded onto the floor.  The only sound present throughout the whole house is a soft snore stemming from Cain.  This snoring goes unnoticed by Oman, who is exploring his own dreams.  
Y/N begins to stir in her bed, feeling the need to stretch.  She sits up, her loose wavy Y/H/C hair falling over her shoulder.  Her arms raise to stretch while a yawn escapes her mouth.  Feeling a strain in her legs as well, she swings them over the edge of her bed, then standing up onto the hard, uneven wood flooring.  Now that she is awake and mostly conscious, she becomes much more aware of the high heat, wiping away a bead of sweat threatening to drip from her eyebrow into her eye.  Thirst on her mind, she makes her way through a short hallway attached to the two bedrooms, entering the living room.  Connected to this room in the corner is a small but charming kitchen.  She remembers she had left a tankard half way filled with water on the counter.  Reaching her goal, she takes a large sip of the water before chugging the rest.  A droplet misses her mouth and drips down her chin, quickly being wiped away by the ruffled sleeve of her nightshirt.  She yawns one final time and turns around to return to her bedroom and resume sleeping.  
She plops back down onto her bed, creating a slight creaking sound.  Following the sound of the loose bed legs, she hears a louder snap of wood in the darkness.  Afraid that she awoke Cain or Oman, she gets back up to check on them.  To her confusion, she looks into their bedroom and sees that both of them are still dead asleep and have not moved.  Suddenly, an almost identical sound sprung out, only much louder.  Her head snaps towards the hallway, expecting to see her bed halfway onto the floor, collapsed.  Seeing her bed fully intact only confuses her more.  An uneasy feeling arises in her stomach as she tip-toes out of their bedroom, carefully closing their door behind her.  
Moving into her own bedroom again, she eyes an ax resting against the wall underneath a window.  She picks it up, gripping the rough wooden handle tightly, ready to investigate the source of the sound.  Heading back down the hallway, steps as light as air, she abruptly stops at the entrance to the living room.  Completely frozen in place, her eyes widen in horror when she witnesses the last thing she was expecting on this night.
A bear.
A massive, hulking looking bear, as black as the shadowy night that surrounds Y/N and her family.
The enormous creature found itself occupied with a cluster of scents wafting from the dining table.  Three white antique plates with scraps of uneaten food from the day’s dinner and three matching tankards, some half filled with cow’s milk, another empty, were left forgotten without worry.  Now these once meaningless things represent temptation for the bear, as if they are welcoming the bear into the house for a feast.  This temptation proves to be too much.  Y/N watches the bear raise itself to stand on its hind legs, moving to rest its giant front paws on the dining table itself in an attempt to obtain the origin of the sweet and salty smells before it.  What the animal does not comprehend is that the table is a simple one at that.  A plain table once made of thick, sturdy oak wood, has seen its lifetime at this point, wood splintering in numerous spots, the wood itself beginning to wither away.  The table buckles with ease underneath the weight of this full grown bear, the wood and dishes crashing to the ground and breaking into hundreds of pieces.  Startled but determined, the bear shakes its head, loose fur falling to the floor, and then continues to sniff around the now easily accessible food.
Some of the fear freezing Y/N in place melts when she takes the table breaking under the bear’s weight as a warning by the universe, knowing she would be no match for it, and thinks of how she could take action and get her children to safety.  Quickly, she comes up with the plan to lead them over to the single window within the walls of her bedroom.  Underneath this window is a door covering an underground cellar that locks from the inside.  With more confidence than she’s had through this entire ordeal, she turns around with intention to tip toe back to the children’s bedroom.  The second she turns, her eyes become wider than they’ve ever been before, hands trembling around the ax handle.  Standing before her are the previously thought oblivious Cain and Oman , now awake from the loud crashing and clashing of the bear in the dining room.  
In mere seconds, a sharp clashing sound from the bear swatting at the broken dishes in an effort to find scraps within the rubble, some pieces breaking underneath the creature’s paws.  Not knowing the events that have been taking place while he was sound asleep, Cain lets out a startling yelp when the noise invades his eardrums.  The bear suddenly becomes alert and aware that three scrumptious snacks now stand before him.  A sinister guttural growl unleashed from the bear’s throat.
“Oman!  Take your brother to the window in my bedroom and both of you go outside into the cellar!  Lock the door behind you, I’ll follow you soon!”  Y/N cried out, pointing her arm towards her room.  
Oman immediately grabs the sobbing Cain by his smaller hand and darts for Y/N’s bedroom.  Once they are out of sight, Y/N ever so slowly steps forward farther into the living room, hoping to deter the bear from moving deeper into the house and following the boys.  Her knuckles are white and sore from the pressure she is applying with her grip on the ax.  The bear stood less than fifteen feet away, staring directly into Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes, waiting for action.  Not knowing what else to do, Y/N walks forward a few more feet, eyes locked onto the threat.  The final step she takes proves to be the end of the bear’s fuse; it unleashes a second heart-stopping growl, and rushes forward.  Y/N raises the ax and swings at the lunging bear as hard as she possibly can, only seeing fault in her aim, clipping its right front paw as it raises to knock her back into a wall.  Her full body weight slams against the rough textured wooden wall, knocking the wind out of her briefly.  The bear gives her no time to recover, swinging down once more, leaving a deep gash within her shoulder and tearing out a small chunk of hair that had still been resting there.  Y/N screams but still experiences adrenaline coursing through her veins, giving her the strength to use her unaffected arm to swing the ax at the beast.  The ax connects with its chest, earning a yelp from it while it falls on all fours and slowly backs away from her.  
Given the opportunity, Y/N returned to an upright stance, doing her best to ignore the blood flowing out of her destroyed shoulder.  Only having one functional arm has not taken away her drive to fight and survive, even if only for her two children.  She must survive.  The bear seems to have recuperated and begins to step straight ahead, its target still in mind.  He repeats his stance, standing up onto his two hind legs, towering six feet over Y/N.  One paw swiftly moves into the air, ready to come down onto her soft flesh for a second time.  She closes her eyes for a split second, inhaling and exhaling a deep breath, and elevates the ax above her head, preparing to land another blow.  Before anything can happen, the sound of metal and stomping boots resonates through the living room.  The metallic sound abruptly turns into a dull and deep thud, focused from the bear’s back.  Speechless, she watches the viscous beast drop to the floor with a hefty crash, splintering a few pieces of wood as it thumps down.  He is dead.  How?  
Y/N wonders if her mind is playing tricks on her now.  She sets the ax onto the floor and rubs her eyes, one at a time, with her uninjured arm, then heavily blinking in the direction of the now deceased animal.  Standing next to the slain bear stands a man, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere at the perfect time.
“This must be a result of exhaustion” Y/N thought to herself.
She continues to stare at the man, now looking closer at his features.  His bulky frame is at least six feet tall and littered with scars, the most apparent being a series of scars on his face.  Several of them appear deep, running from his temple down his cheek, and some over his lip.  The possibility of each story behind every scar runs through her brain.  The man’s deep blue eyes complement his shoulder length brown curly hair in a way she could not describe.  His hair was half tied up into a bun, giving off an aura of elegance to combat the fact that his skin and clothing was covered in blood spatter.  After staring for much too long, she snaps out of her trance to see the man is holding out a hand to her, offering help to stand back up.
“Oh….thank you….”  Y/N gently grabs his hand and allows him to pull her up.  “I’m sorry, I must have been in shock…..I did not notice I had fallen to the ground again.”  She says, sounding dazed.
The man simply nods in acknowledgement.  He almost immediately begins to open his mouth to speak instead, but is cut off before any words can form.
“Cain!  Oman!”  Y/N shouts, sprinting out the gaping hole that was once the front door to the cottage.  
Following close behind her, the mysterious man went to investigate who these two names could belong to.  He trails her just around the cottage where two corners meet, noting a cellar door protruding from the damp ground.  Y/N pulls on the outside handle to the door, momentarily forgetting that the boys most likely had locked it from the inside.  She begins pounding on the door with her fist, calling out for them.
“Cain?!  Oman?!  It’s okay to come out!  You are safe my loves!”  Y/N yelled out, tears now running down her face passing by her open mouth.  
After a moment that seemed to last an entire lifetime, the quiet sound of the cellar door being unlocked entered her ears.  The door then opens, Oman appearing first, flinging himself forward into Y/N’s arms, shortly followed by Cain.  The boys gripped her as if they have never felt the warmth of a hug before.  
“Boys, you’re okay!  It’s safe!  It’s all over now, you don’t have to be scared.  I love you so much, more than life.”  Y/N cried into them, not caring about the pain in her shoulder from their grip.
“Mama….what’s wrong with your shoulder?”  Oman pulled back slightly, feeling the wetness of her blood on his thin clothing.  
“Oh, it’s nothing, darling.  Don’t worry, I will be okay.  Are you okay?”  Y/N asked, her eyes darting between both boys, now standing in front of her knelt form.  
The conversation is cut short by the man who came to her rescue running back over, shouting that all three of them must go down into the cellar and lock the door.  Y/N stops wiping away the tears streaming down her sons’ faces, turning around to look at the man and the scene unfolding before them.  Emerging from the line that marked the end of the nearby grove, two more black bears made their way onto the property.
“Male….female….”  The man mumbled to himself.
Viewing the action along with his mother, Oman quickly turns around, grabbing his younger brother’s hand to pull him back into the cellar with him.  To his dismay, he has to let go in order to lift the door with two hands, the strength not being apparent in his arms.  Y/N rushes over to the door instead and lifts the door up as if it was a simple feather.  Oman races down the stairs to safety.  Before Cain can fully enter the safe space, the female black bear dashed towards them.  Y/N takes hold of him in her arms, diving away just in the knick of time before the bear’s tremendous paw swipes down, narrowly missing them and instead smacking into the siding of the cottage which takes out a small chunk of the slowly rotting wood.  Y/N rushes to get back up and crawl farther off to the side with her son.  When she and Cain have settled, she watches the man running towards the female bear with his steel sword held high, prepared to make contact.  As luck has it, his sword plunges into her shoulder blade.  She snarls a thunderous roar and drops to the ground.  The man focuses his attention onto the male bear now, taking into consideration that he just attacked and wounded his mate, likely enraging him.  This was found to be correct when the creature lunged at him.  With ease, the man’s sword cut through the air and stuck straight up into the bear’s ribs.  He plummeted down but had not yet passed.  The man finished off his attack by slicing clean through its neck, its head separating from its body.  His sword now appeared as if it was made of fur and blood, no metallic likeness in sight.  Y/N’s eyes were locked onto his movements through the ordeal, the voice of her youngest son being the thing to catch her attention.
“Mama….my tummy hurts.”  Cain whimpered.  
“Love, it’s okay, we can rest and eat soon.”  Y/N consoled him, assuming the young boy was tired and growing to become hungry.  “We just need to-” She stops, heart sinking, blood running cold.
Cain’s white long-sleeved nightshirt was now tattered and tainted with a pool of warm crimson blood centered around his abdomen.  In pure panic, Y/N lifts the fabric to get a better look.  Her darkest fears came true, now playing out in front of her.  The female black bear had not completely missed him.  Her claws had mercilessly torn into the boy’s abdomen, leaving behind a seven inch open cut that gushed out a waterfall of blood.
“HELP US!!  PLEASE!!”  Y/N yells out for the man who had been more than helpful the entire night.  
The man whips his head around to them, seeing the situation is dire, and starts to jog towards them.  However, he stops halfway when he notices that the female black bear is still alive and begins rising back up onto her feet.  
“I need to take care of this first, before anybody else is hurt!”  He shouts to her and walks away.
Oman then emerges from the cellar, returning outside.  The first thing he sees is his mother knelt onto the ground hovering over Cain, attempting to apply pressure to his wound.  He sits in front of them, tears reappearing in his eyes and streaming down his face.  Just a moment later, the group hears a loud yelp coming from the bear.  A few seconds later, the man’s running footsteps are heard as he returns back to them.  His red and black multi-layered armor is now riddled with the bear’s blood.
The burly man bolts as fast as he can over to the family, falling to his knees and tossing his woven pouch of supplies onto the ground in front of himself.  His bloody and calloused hands frantically search through it, eventually pulling out what appears to be some sort of yellow flowered plant with long green stems accompanied by small leaves protruding out of them, a rough-edged grey stone bowl, a roll of bandages, and a pestle tool for crushing things.  A quick exam of Cain’s wound reveals that luckily the bear’s claws did not severely damage any internal organs but it was still too deep for comfort, the boy being at risk for bleeding out.  The man places the unidentified plant into the bowl, then uses the pestle tool to crush it into a fine pulp.  Once it is mashed enough, he starts to sprinkle it throughout the wound, making sure every inch is slathered.  
“Need to prop him up so I can apply the bandages.”  The man informs.
Y/N immediately complies, slowly and carefully propping up Cain into a sitting position, taking care to not disturb his wound even more.
“Who….what are you?  Why were you here at my home?”  Y/N questioned the man.
He glances at her for a moment before replying.  “The name is Eskel.  I’m….witcher is my profession.”  Eskel continues wrapping the bandage around the boy’s abdomen, wondering if he should say more.  “The village nearby contracted me to hunt down a couple of bears that maimed a child and acted as thieves, stealing crops and scarfing them down.  The girl lived,”  Eskel pauses.  “but she’s hardly living a life since the bears have been destroying the village’s food supply.  I’m used to larger, more dangerous creatures but the people would continue to suffer.  Plus,”  He stands up, finished with the wrapping. “it was easy coin.  I tracked their footprints most of the way down the grove, all the way to the line that started your yard.  Then I could just smell them.  I heard the sounds of the attack shortly after and just went to where I heard it.”  His shoulders shrug.  “You know….there’s not a healer ‘round these parts.”
Y/N’s eyes grow wide, quickly figuring out what he was suggesting.  “What can I do?  He’ll die if I keep him here!  Where can I go?”  She has desperation in her voice.  
“I can take you to Kaer Morhen.  It’s….my home.  ‘Bout a day’s ride from here.  Any farther than that and the boy won’t make it.  I’ve diminished my supplies and that celandine plant I rubbed into his gash won’t last forever.  There’s other witchers there who can help you.  My uh….mentor, Vesemir, will be more helpful than I.  He is skilled in this sort of thing.  The two of you can ride on top of my horse, Scorpion and your other boy can walk alongside me.”
Y/N cannot deny that she felt skeptical.  Other witchers?  She recounts the numerous stories her father told her as a child, always telling her to avoid them, as they were evil and disgusting beings who would slaughter any human without a second thought.  Even nowadays, as an adult, she constantly hears  the whispers of villagers talking down on witchers, saying anything and everything they possibly could to tarnish their reputation.  However, this is different.  Her child is dying.  And there is not a damn thing that can stand her way of getting him help.
“Let’s do it.”  Y/N announced.  
Eskel stands speechless for a moment, eyes blinking in rhythm, never expecting her to agree so fast.  
“Well….”  Eskel delicately picks up Cain off of the ground.  “shall we then?”
*ONE DAY AND A HALF LATER*
The journey up to Kaer Morhen is a fairly smooth one.  The worst weather they experienced was nothing more than a thick fog while riding through a moist and dreary swamp land.  Other than that, the traveling clan had a warm, clear, cloudless night.  Cain remains mostly stable in condition throughout, although his bandages quickly became completely soaked with his blood.  Eskel was unable to properly clean them and the boy’s wound, fearing that once removed he would begin to bleed profusely again.  He was still breathing and that’s all that mattered.
Finally riding up to the entrance to Kaer Morhen, Y/N is in absolute awe.  Deep within the mountains of the kingdom of Kaedwen lay a massive stone stronghold, partially in ruin.  The castle has walls and towers as far as the eyes can see, seemingly impenetrable, even with the obvious rubble scattered around the land from various demolished walls, gates, and some stonework on the ground.  If one were to take a close look at the architecture, they would see randomly placed fossils of different sea creatures who once swam the Earth, clearly having meaning to the structure.  Y/N imagines what this place was like when it was in its prime, thriving with witchers and trainees from all over the Continent., when the castle itself was intimidating, strong, and resilient.  
Cain is sleeping as soundly as he can, nestled against his mother’s chest, when they stop directly in front of the huge caged iron gate serving as the entrance to the stronghold.  Eskel motions for Y/N to hand him down the boy to carry.  She is reluctant but obeys.  Oman reaches his hand up to his mother in order to help her step off of Scorpion without trouble.  Once down, Eskel returns Cain to her arms, a deep sigh coming from the young boy.
“I’m going to take Scorpion to the stables, get ‘er settled down.  Wait here just a moment.”  Eskel turns away from the family, taking a hold of Scorpion’s reigns, before turning his head back again.  “Lass….Cain’s heartbeat has slowed, I can hear it.  I’m afraid he may have an infection…”  He pauses, moving one hand absentmindedly rubbing against his scarred cheek.  “I will be quick.  Then we will see Vesemir.  He will help.”  Eskel turns back in the direction he originally intended to go.
“What’s going on, Mama?”  Oman asks.
“Oh, love, it seems our dear witcher friend was right…..that…..cela-something plant he used to hold over your brother’s wounds until we got here has in fact, not lasted forever.”  Y/N tearfully speaks.
Oman says nothing, walking forward to embrace his mother, but then stopping in worry of awakening Cain while he is still taking refuge in her arms.
Eskel returns a few minutes later, having definitely rushed to settle Scorpion in for the night.  Without a word, he opens the gate to the keep, entering inside first.
“Well, this is it, darlings.  We’re here.”  Y/N speaks to both children, then follows the witcher inside.
Immediately upon entering, three pairs of eyes lock onto Eskel and his three unknown guests.  Quicker than Eskel’s can collect his thoughts and come up with a brief explanation, a man with red curly hair speaks up.
“Who the fuck are they?”  He blurted out, standing up from the scarred wooden table bench he is resting on.  A witcher among the group with shoulder length white hair and golden eyes shoots him a glare.
“This boy needs help, he has been wounded.”  Eskel motions to Cain, still in his mothers arms.  “I rubbed celandine into the gash but he won’t make it without anything else done.”  
A moment of silence fills the room, the three witchers exchange glances.
“Follow me.”  The witcher, who looks like an older version of the white haired man, advised.
The two witchers left behind in the Great Hall stare at the group as they exit.
The room the older witcher leads them to looks like something Y/N only reads about in stories of witches and other magical beings.  Wide rugged shelves lined the walls surrounding the room, each at least six feet tall.  Hundreds of beakers and bottles filled with various colors of liquid, along with piles and piles of herbs found home upon the shelves.  Scattered scrolls and papers were seemingly haphazardly tossed amongst them.  Although surrounded by decades of knowledge and skill, Y/N could only focus on the long rickety oak table in the center of the square layout.  
“Let’s see what we can do to help your boy.”  The witcher motions to the table, directing Y/N to place Cain down.
Cain groans softly as he is placed down, still only partially conscious.  With careful hands, the witcher removes bandages covering his abdomen to examine the wound closer, fully taking in the severity of the situation.  The man sighs heavily and takes note of the thick layer of sweat on Cain’s face and body.
“What’s your boy’s name here?”  The witcher asks, not looking away from his face.
“His…his name is Cain…sir.”  Y/N chokes up.
“Alright then,”  He walks closer to Cain’s head and leans down to hover over him.  “Cain, if you hear me, my name is Vesemir.  Your mother is worried for you.  How about we change that, yeah?”  
A faint smile creeps on Y/N’s face.
“I’ll give it to you straight.  Your b-...Cain has an infection and has taken on a fever.  It….it won’t be long now.  He has lost too much blood and was too far from our keep to be mended in time.”  Vesemir glances at Cain’s form, releasing another deep sigh.  “At this stage, there is only one option.”
Vesemir pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of Y/N and Oman breaking down in sobs.  Part of Y/N’s entire world is about to be cruelly ripped away from her.  What started as a peaceful night of sleep and sweet dreams, as typical as any other, suddenly turned into a mother’s worst nightmare.  Fate is a fickle thing…..However, actions happen to be the seed of a change in fate.
“What can we do for him?  What’s our only option?”  Y/N clutches Oman at her side, afraid of him leaving her grasp.
“Witcher exclusive potions.”  Vesemir uttered.
“What?  Witcher potions?  I thought those could only work on witchers and would harm humans!  My children are no such thing!”
“Cain will not survive if he stays human.  The transition must be complete for his wounds and fever to heal.  It is the only way, I’m afraid.”
Y/N’s heart drops, becoming heavy in her stomach, her eyes followed by tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to fall once more.
“There are no tools or potions to reverse this kind of damage.”  Vesemir breaks the silence.  “Of course, the transition itself is a great risk.  I imagine however, a small chance for Cain is better than zero chance.”
“This….this is the only ch-choice we have.  It has to be done.  I will not allow my son to die.”  Y/N looks at Cain lying on the table.  He is completely unconscious.  
“Mama…I wanna do it too.”  Oman chimes in.
A sudden coldness rushes through Y/N’s veins.  “What?!?  No!  That is not necessary!”  She turns to Vesemir.  “I will not risk the lives of both of my children!”
“Mama, please!  I wanna be able to help him!  I could teach him how to do stuff!  He’s little, he needs me!  I don’t want to stay human when he’s gonna be a witcher!!”  Oman begins to shout.  “If I was a witcher, Cain would have never gotten hurt!!  I could have made the bears go away!!”  His fists are at his side, balled up.
Speechless, Y/N glances at Vesemir.
“What….what do you think Vesemir?”  She questions.
“Well….it’s not the worst idea a child has had.  It’s true, Cain will need Oman with this transition.  He won’t know how to be so incredibly different from his own brother.  He might need the support of his own blood.  However….it is also true that the risk remains.”
“Oman, do you really want this?  Do you really want to undergo the same mutations as him?  You want to go through all the training?”  
“Please, Mama!!”
“.....Very well.”  Y/N’s voice shakes.  “Vesemir, let’s get this done.  Before I lose Cain.  We’re out of time.”
“It will be done.  Y/N, please pick up Cain off of the table and follow me.”
A short walk down a dark and cold hallway is all it takes to reach the new destination.  Upon entering, Y/N observes four twin sized beds, all aligned in a row against a wall.  Each bed features a wooden headboard and two wooden posts at the foot of them.  The headboards and posts all have small rope loops attached to them.  She squints to look closer at each headboard and thinks she sees…..scratches?  
“Oman, lie down in one of the beds.”  Vesemir orders.  “Y/N, place Cain down on another.”  
Oman practically jumps onto a bed.  Y/N side-eyes him before laying Cain down on the adjacent one.  
“What is….um….what are the ropes for?”  Y/N’s curiosity gets the best of her. 
“The transition is….a complicated process, to say the least.”  Vesemir glances back and forth between the two boys.  “They need to be restrained down.”
With a silent nod, she gently places Cain’s wrists and ankles through each loop.  She takes a deep breath, disturbed by the sight before her, never guessing that their lives could have ever turned out like this.  Even worse, she turns to help Oman, who took it upon himself to put his own hands and feet through the loops.  Her thoughts and focus are interrupted as another witcher enters the room.
“What’s going on?  Why is the other boy strapped down?  He’s healthy!”  Eskel questions.
“Eskel-” Vesemir starts to speak.
“No.  This isn’t what was supposed to happen.  It’s bad enough that one has to go through it to save his life.  He is healthy and CONSCIOUS at that.  He will feel everything.  This is not necessary…..Vesemir, you must see that.”
“This….this is what Oman and his mother want.”
Eskel whips his head to Y/N, who instinctively looks down with guilt.  This angers him, prompting him to walk right up to her.
“You are making a mistake.”  Eskel looks at the two children, perfectly positioned within the beds.  “And you must live with it now.”
Before Y/N can respond, Eskel exits the room, slamming the door behind him.  Vesemir ignores the interaction, knowing he must move fast.  He grabs a large syringe off of a shelf to his right and fills it with a golden colored liquid.  The concoction is made up of forktail spinal fluid, one manatcore poison gland, one albino bruxa tongue, bryonia, ribleaf, and one mandrake root crushed together and blended.  The witcher takes one more look at Y/N, who is still nervously darting her eyes back and forth between each of her children, then he moves over to Cain’s right side.  Not wasting anymore time, he pushes the needle into the boy’s arm vein, slowly pressing the end of the syringe allowing the fluid to enter his body.  Once it is all in, Vesemir pauses for a moment to observe his resting face.  It remains unchanged.  
“Are you ready, boy?”  Vesemir asks Oman, now standing adjacent to his bed.  
Oman does not respond with words but simply nods his head, feeling determined to make the change for his brother.  Vesemir gives him a tight-lipped, thin and sympathetic looking smile, then repeats the process of pushing the needle into his skin.  A subtle wince comes across Oman’s face as he tries to hide his discomfort.  
“And now we wait.”  Vesemir says quietly, almost coming to a whisper.
Only about ten minutes pass before Oman begins to stir uncomfortably.  Vesemir glances at Y/N, knowing what is about to come.  The slow process of the chemicals breaking down the children’s human components has begun.  It is an odd case of luck that Cain is completely unconscious, unaware of the excruciating pain that is to follow.  The room fills with Oman’s groaning and yelling, no longer capable of holding back the pain and irritation.  First comes their new speed and endurance.  The two youngsters can now keep up with werewolves and other creatures of incredible speed.  Golden liquid rushing through their veins, the ability to be immune to almost all human diseases arises.  While the children become stronger than Y/N could ever imagine, she is struggling more than ever to keep it together listening to her one healthy child yell and scream and watching the other stay as still as a wood plank.  
Y/N’s breathing hitches and her muscles tense up as Oman suddenly becomes silent.  As she and Vesemir observe the two boys, the room becomes so quiet that someone could notice the sound of a feather drifting down onto the floor.  Time seems to pass in slow motion, even though only minutes have passed before the witcher walks over to Oman.  A mere foot away from the boy’s face, he waits silently.  All of a sudden, his eyes open and a brief weak smile appears on Vesemir’s face.
“Come look at your boy.”  He says to Y/N.
She hesitates slightly but takes small steps over to Oman’s bedside.  He is still quiet and barely moving around yet but his eyes are now completely open.  A gasp escapes Y/N’s mouth.  Lying before her is her once typically innocent eleven year old son who features the same colored eyes, but now resembling a feline’s, a slit running down the middle of each.  Upon seeing this, the reality of everything that has happened up to this point fully sets in.  Y/N realizes their lives will never be what they were just two days ago.
With his composition, eyes, immunity, strength, speed, and senses heightened dramatically, Oman begins to settle and become more comfortable.  He has survived the transition.  Assuming her oldest child is stable for the time being, Y/N rushes over to Cain to check his progress.  Vesemir, already standing with him, glances at Y/N, then back to the boy.  He sighs deeply and slowly lifts his shirt that was covering his wound.  
“Oh….oh gods!”  Y/N’s hands fly up to cover her mouth, stifling a chuckle.  “It’s….it’s just a-”
“Scar.”  Vesemir cuts her off, a grin creeping up on his face.
Seeing how his wound changed, Vesemir decides to check his eyes next.  Gently, he pulls one of Cain’s eyelids upward to expose his irises.  His eyes resembled a feline’s, just like his older brother.  One difference was immediately apparent, however.  The color of them was pools of melted gold, similar to the witcher Geralt.  A type of golden color that was both smooth and solid, yet held so much power within it.  
“Well, it seems that both of your boys have successfully made it through the transition.  That….is impressive.  I would be lying if I said I had no doubts.  Most children do not survive.”  Vesemir pauses briefly.  “Oman and Cain are stronger than most, I suppose.” 
*THREE DAYS LATER*
The intense scent of Lambert’s questionable dinner stew filled the Great Hall’s air.  One can only describe the smell of his ….odd cooking as similar to sweat.  How he got the food to that point is a mystery.  The aroma seems particularly strong today to Oman and Cain now that they are fully recovered and are still becoming used to their heightened senses.  Everyone is sitting at the same table and benches.  Eskel sits across from the new witchers, stirring a spoon in his untouched bowl of stew.  His eyes lock with Oman’s.
“What are you staring at me for?”  Oman asks Eskel.
Eskel stops stirring his spoon in circles and sits up straight, placing his hands on his thighs.  
“When shall we begin your training?”  Eskel questions the older boy.
“Can you train us Eskel??  Please, please, please!!”  Cain begs.  “You saved our mama!!”  A large grin appears on his face.  “And me!!”
“Yeah, can you, can you?!?”  Oman says.
Eskel chuckles lightly, completely dumbfounded.  The last thing he expected from the new witchers was to be begged for him to train them and teach them all there is to combat and dealing with the different talents and abilities of dangerous monsters throughout the continent.
“Well….I suppose since you have already gone through and survived the transition, it would not make sense for me to refuse to help you the rest of the way.  You’ll need knowledge on how to live through the Path.”
“Really?!?  Let’s start right now!!”  Cain shouts.
Eskel laughs.  “We will start in the morning, it’s late.  Now,”  He stands and steps over the bench where he was seated.  “finish your supper then get some sleep.  You will most definitely need it.”
Y/N’s eyes slowly flutter open the next morning, ending her peaceful night’s sleep.  The sun beams through a small window within the room she chose to stay in for the night, the warmth of such gently kisses the skin on her face and shoulders.  It is a warmth that she had not fully felt for days since the attack.  The sun has shone since then but the ice cold fear was rendering the rays useless until now.
Not long after she opens her eyes, the events of the previous night come flooding back to her.  Her boys need to start training today.  This motivates her feet to move onto the hard stone flooring and over to her small burlap sack of clothing she had managed to grab before departing for Kaer Morhen.  She tosses on a white flowing blouse and dark forest green trousers she had made out of a repurposed blanket several years before.  A piece of thin leather scrap is tied around her waist, serving as a belt to hold up the just barely too large fabric.  
Even after being at Kaer Morhen for almost a week, Y/N can’t help but stand for a moment and gawk at the huge doors of the entrance before passing through them.  Once outside and taking in the sun’s complete effect, she admires how the clear blue sky is perfect for a day like this.  She smiles softly when she notices Oman and Cain armed with wooden short swords, unleashing relentless attacks against various helpless training dummies with only wood and straw for defense.  
“Boys!  Remember what I said about your footwork!  One wrong step and you’ll be gutted by an Archgriffen!  Their claws won’t wait for you to figure it out!”  Eskel shouts from several feet behind them, pacing back and forth to examine each and every movement of the children.  “And don’t forget to block and brace!  It’s not all about offense!”  He chuckles and then turns around to face Y/N, having heard the sound of her hair blowing through the gentle breeze.  
A smirk appears on his face as he then makes his way over to a rack holding two steel 
swords and a single fir wood shield.  “Oman and Cain, over here!”  He motions with his hand for them to come towards him.  “So,”  Eskel holds the shield up to himself.  “let’s show your mother what you have learned so far, yeah?”  
Both Oman and Cain are now sporting huge grins as they both glance at Y/N, who is still watching the situation from in front of the doors.  They wave at her before turning back and start swinging their steel swords every which way at Eskel and his shield.  Each and every comment he makes to the boys about their technique and movements are taken to heart.  At the end of each piece of advice, the children noticeably change accordingly, following his word as if it was the law.  
“Go easy on him, boys!”  Y/N yells out and sees Eskel laugh at her playful comment.  
“I believe your mother thinks you are the most skilled witchers we’ve seen in decades!”  Eskel says and grunts, jumping out of the way from Oman’s slash attempt.
Out of nowhere, the two boys suddenly stop what they’re doing and exchange mysterious looks.  Without a word of explanation, they both drop their swords and begin shouting while charging at Eskel.  Confused and speechless, Eskel stands his ground, waiting to see how this is going to play out.  Within the next second, he feels Oman and Cain grabbing his legs, trying to take him down.  He decides to humor them and allows his body to be tackled to the ground, dropping his shield.  At this point, Geralt and the red-haired witcher Y/N came to know as Lambert step outside and stand on either side of her.
“They are certainly…..creative in their methods of attack.”  Geralt jokes as he watches them wrestle the giant witcher on the ground.  
“I think this is their version of a break.”  Y/N laughs.  “They deserve it.  They’ve been working so hard with Eskel.  He’s….a good man.  He is teaching them well.  Might make you two look like mice.”
Lambert laughs loudly and obnoxiously at the statement.  “I take that as a challenge.  If anything, they’ll give Geralt a run for his money.  He’s already got the hair of a mouse!  And those feet!  Daintiest trotters I’ve seen on a man!  You should see him scurry!”  He positions his hands at his chest and imitates a mouse running.
Geralt huffs and rolls his eyes as Y/N and Lambert both find the joke amusing.  
“Boys, why don’t you come inside for a while now and eat breakfast, you’ll need it!”  Y/N calls out to her children.  
Without a second thought, Oman and Cain sprint over to their mother, Eskel walking at a slow pace to follow behind them.  
“Mama, what’s for breakfast?”  Oman asks, Cain already having entered the Great Hall.
“Well, today it’s-”  Before she can finish, Oman rushes past her, following his younger brother.
“That speed of theirs will definitely come in handy for training.”  Eskel chuckles.
“Their speed, you say?  HA!  How about their ability to take out a tree of a man three times their size by charging at his knees?!?”  Lambert chimes in.
“Ha ha very funny, Lambert.  It seems as if you’re a little jealous that you’ll never be as speedy and nimble as them again, old man.”  Eskel fires back, emphasizing the words ‘old man’.  
“Old man?!?  Who the fuck are you calling an old man?!?  You are–”  The end of Lambert’s argument fades away as he goes inside, continuing to argue by himself.
Geralt rolls his eyes for what seems like the hundredth time before also turning to join the others inside.  Y/N and Eskel are the only two left outside.  
“So, Eskel.”  Y/N starts.  “Think you’ll be able to handle my boys?”
Eskel laughs.  “I have dealt with many creatures but I must say…adolescent boys are by far the most difficult I’ve come across in my days.”
“They are definitely a handful, if I do say so myself.  But….I have faith in you, Eskel.”  A more serious tone fills her voice.  “Thank you.  For….everything.  Me and my boys wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you.  You saved us.”
“There’s no need to thank me, Y/N.  I was just-”  Eskel is suddenly stunned in silence by Y/N lunging forward to give him a tight and intense hug.
After a few seconds, she pulls away.  “Well, we too should go inside for breakfast.  You might need your energy more than them.  You’re the one who is training them, after all.”
Y/N leaves Eskel standing in place; he does not immediately follow her inside.  He rubs his face with both of his hands, one pausing to rub the corner of his mouth.
“What have I gotten myself into?”
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was thinking all night of an eskel request, and i think i finally got one! eskel pining for the reader while at kaer morhen for the winter, maybe some teasing from the other witchers? super in the mood for fluff, so if you get around to this, extra cuteness plsss and thank you!
Before the Snow is Gone
A/N: My friend I will ALWAYS be happy to write up your requests. I'll admit that I really struggled with this one for some reason, but I hope I made it comedic and fluffy for you!
Pairing: Eskel X Reader
Words: 1.3k
Warnings: bit of angst and depression (from Eskel)
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Geralt and Lambert poked their head around the frame of the kitchen door as another sigh came from the room. There they watched Eskel look forlornly into the stew pot as he stirred, his eyes and thoughts somewhere far from here. 
“Is he still sighing about missing his lover?” Lambert whispered to his white-haired brother, watching as Eskel began rummaging through the spice jars, looking depressed at each and every option.
“He’s been like this for 2 weeks and we’re only a month into winter... Even Lil Bleater can’t cheer him up like she used to.” Geralt said, shaking his head as he watched his brother finally settle on a spice and add it to the pot. 
“What are we looking at?” Asked Yennefer's voice as her head appeared between the two men. 
“Is Eskel moping again?” Jaskier asked now, his head poking out above everyone else’s. 
Geralt blinked as he looked up at his bard. “Jask, you’re shorter than I am. How are you-?” 
“I’m standing on a chair…” he admitted as everyone pulled away from the doorway to talk face to face. 
“There has to be something we can do. I don't want to eat sad stew again.” Lambert complained with arms crossed. 
Yennefer was the first to pipe up this time, “I... think I may have an idea..”
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Lil Bleater propped herself up on his legs, baaing and begging for attention as Eskel took care of the other stable animals. She huffed when she didn’t immediately get the petting she craved and stamped her feet against him. 
“I’m sorry, Kiddo… I guess I’m just not really here right now.” He said as he finally took the time to pause and look down at her frustrated grunts. Another sigh left his lips as he kneeled down to pet her and jostle her horns in a weak effort to play. He knew he wasn’t being any fun lately and he knew everyone else could see it. Hell, Vesemir even tried to have a talk with him the other week, but it had little effect. 
He couldn’t help it if he missed you so greatly. He had spent his warmer months being by your side as much as he could. Memorizing your voice, your eyes, and the feel of your hand in his as much as he could so it would all be perfect in his memory when winter came. 
But now… now it was only making it more glaringly obvious that you really weren't by his side. That you weren’t truly there to whisper to him in the dead of night when he can't sleep, nor to smile at him as you simply passed by. 
“I don't know what I'm gonna do for the rest of the winter, Bleater… it’s getting hard just to get out of bed each morning, let alone go through my chores.” He mumbled softly to the bright-eyed kid. “I’m a witcher, you know? I should be better than this… I’ve faced vampires, and dragons, so-” he paused for a moment as he idly scratched Lil Bleater’s chin.  “So why is it so hard to leave...? Even when I know I’ll be back…”
Lil Bleater only quietly baaed in response, trying to soothe her dedicated caretaker, but not sure how. So she does what all goats do best- she chews on his fingers. 
Another sigh from the soft-hearted witcher, this time with a small smile, “I Love them so much…” he mumbled out, getting lost in his own thoughts again, until an unexpected voice pulled him back with a snap. 
“I Love you too, Eskel.” 
He blinked as he heard it. That was… your voice…? That was your voice! It was you! Eskel spun around to face where the sound came from and nearly dropped Lil Bleater back to the ground when he saw you.
There you stood in the open stable doors, wrapped in your warm winter clothes, cheeks ruddy from the cold, and a big bundle of clothes in your hands. Your breath puffed up in front of your face as you dropped your bag and ran straight into his arms. 
Eskel could hardly contain his excitement as your beaming face came running into his embrace. “You’re here..! but, how…?” Eskel asked, hugging you tight against his chest and drinking in your scent. Soft kisses pressed against your forehead and your temple as you tried to answer, but you couldn't get your words out past the laughter bubbling from you.
“We thought you could use a visit...” came Yennefers voice as she also drifted into view of the stable doors, followed by Geralt, Lambert, and Jaskier. “You’ve been moping about for weeks now and I figured it's easy enough to conjure a portal,” she shrugged, “I open up another portal Home in a few days, so enjoy it.” 
“Geralt, Lambert, and I are also gonna take care of your chores, so you can enjoy your time together.” Jaskier chimed in with a thumbs up and that characteristic charming smile,“and that time starts now, so go on and get out of here! Shoo! Go be gross and in love,” he said, quickly ushering you two out and tossing your bundle of clothes at Eskel. 
Laughter trailed behind you two as Eskel led you inside so you could settle down. However, Eskel rumbled with quiet excitement, and as quick as you settled he was taking your hand to show you everything about the keep. From the kitchen to the armory and everything in between, your beloved witcher just wanted to share every part of his childhood home that he held dear on your first visit. 
“I missed you so much” You mumbled as you took a pause from reading. 
Eskel had finally snuck you away to the Keep’s library at the end of the tour so you two could spend the perfect first evening together. Hot chocolate filled your mugs and your sweet whispers filled the air as you read to him. His head lay tenderly on your chest as he soaked in the warmth of your presence. The fire crackled softly before you and everything was just as it should be. 
“I missed you too… I’m glad you finally get to visit after hearing about it so much” he lifted his head to smile up at you, that notch in his lip tugging it into a larger grin. “And we’ll make the most of our time here. I promise. We can do anything you want- build snowmen, ice skate-” 
“Even just cuddle up under a blanket to fight off the cold…?” you offered with a shake of your head and a chuckle, “I don't care what we do, Eskel, as long as I can be next to you. We could spend the entire visit cleaning up horse shit and- as long as I don’t get any on my face- then I would still consider it an amazing time.”
Eskel’s chest rumbled with laughter that easily passed through your whole body, “I mean- that can be arranged…” 
An even stronger laugh emanated from him as you poked him in the ribs and frowned, “I think I’d rather fall in the lake, Esk. Let’s just take this day by day, okay?” you asked, running your fingers through that lovely dark hair of his. “I love you so much, Eskel. No matter what we do or how far away you are or how hard it is that I can’t see you.” 
You smiled as you pressed a soft kiss to his slightly chapped lips,“and I love knowing that I’ll be able to see you again as soon as the first flowers bloom.”
“Oh, Darling,” Eskel smiled, his expression easy and light as his honey-like eyes melted your heart into a sweet puddle, “I’ll be at your door long before the snow is even gone.” 
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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.
notes: The title is inspired by the song ‘Ribs’ by Lorde, specifically the lyrics ‘And we’ll never go home again.’ Maybe a little more angsty than you expected, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!! I tried to combine both asks into one
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Eskel had been in the middle of a forest when, almost instantaneously, a figure appeared in front of him. Expecting a sorcerer, Eskel felt his hand grip onto his sword. Just in case.
Instead, he was met with a person that looked so utterly lost and afraid that Eskel knew this was something completely out of the ordinary, and no attack. The next thing he noted is that, when looking at his eyes, this person in front of him was utterly confused.
Without a single word being spoken, Eskel knew that you neither knew where you were, or what a Witcher was. Geralt or Vesemir would have asked for an explanation, but Eskel, stupidly emotional as he was (no matter what people thought about emotions and Witchers) felt something tug at his heart.
He could have left you in the forest, to be devoured by wolves or monsters. He could have left you in the next town, to be ripped apart by the people there. He should have, probably. Instead, Eskel took you with him, on the path.
Perhaps, his reasons weren’t entirely selfless. As he got to know you, Eskel became used to your company, your lack of prejudice. Your warmth, so freely given.
The more he taught you about his world, the more you told him about yours, and Eskel knew that. It made him feel better about keeping you with him, but he knew that, regardless, he should not be falling for you.
***
You held onto Eskel as his horse, Scorpion, began the climb towards Kaer Morhen. The fight against the Leshy had been equally terrifying for you and exhausting for him, and you tried to hold him from slumping forwards too much.
“Are you okay?” you asked him quietly. He nodded. “I am, you’re not. Your heart is beating too quickly.” He replied.
“I hate when you do that.” You shuddered. “Makes me feel like you can read my mind.”
Like you can tell my heart beats faster when you look at me.
“I can only hear your heart, and I’m afraid I cannot change anything about that.” Eskel said. “Why are you afraid?”
You sighed. “Just nervous. I’m practically meeting your family and I don’t even know… should I bow? Or curtsy? I don’t even know how to do that.”
Eskel laughed, shaking his head. He turned to look back at you, and you prayed your heart did not beat faster.
“They will like you.” He assured, before clicking his tongue. Scorpion sped up into a trot, and in the distance, you could see the outlines of what had to be Kaer Morhen. Unlike the few other castles you had seen, this one looked a little bit more like the ones back home.
It was almost in ruins.
As Scorpion walked into the courtyard, Eskel slipped off the horse, before helping you. Your feet hadn’t touched the ground since the Leshy. Eskel hadn’t wanted to stop, had insisted on riding to Kaer Morhen, where you would be safe, and you could feel the consequences of that in your legs now.
“Sore?” Eskel asked, and you nodded. He sighed, taking the bag you had slung over your shoulder to sling over his own. He tried to hide the wince, and failed miserably. If you’d asked him to take the bag, he would have refused, and one look at it was enough to confirm your thoughts. Eskel shook his head.
After he had put Scorpion away, he turned to you. A reassuring squeeze of hands from him had the opposite effect for you. His thumb stroked over the small scar on your left hand, one that you had gotten from hurting yourself early into your time on the Continent. Eskel had fixed it up.
You remembered how he had looked up at you, taken his time to soothe such a small injury while his entire thigh had been bandaged with soaked linen at the same time, crimson red. You thought that that was the moment you fell in love.
Eskel cleared his throat, already a few steps away from you, and you jogged to catch up, nervously laughing. As he opened the doors to Kaer Morhen you took a deep breath, rolled back your shoulders, and exhaled.
At the sight of his brothers, Eskel seemed to relax, laughing happily. The others cheered, and a man with white hair, presumably Geralt, got up to hug him. You stayed where you were, a few paces behind Eskel, wringing your hands as you waited for them to notice you.
Your eyes went over the men there. You thought you recognized Lambert, Coen and Vesemir, but the girl sitting at one of the tables made you pause. She couldn’t be older than 16. What was she doing here?
A wolf whistle ripped you from your thoughts, and you wanted to disappear.
“Eskel!” one of the witchers exclaimed teasingly. “Who is this?”
“A friend.” Eskel said. Oh how that stung. “Vesemir, we must speak.”
“Meeting the in-laws already.” Lambert shouted, and a ripple of laughs went through the men present. You made to follow Eskel, but he stopped you.
“You should stay while I speak with him. He may not be open to… what you are.”
Ouch.
You nodded, watching as Eskel, your only anker in this place, slipped away. Now, all eyes were on you, standing in the entrance, so obviously out of place. Even the girl that sat at one of the long tables stared.
Your skin prickled under their stares, and you gave a nervous smile that made you feel like an idiot. “Hello.” You said, your voice coming out rough, the tone weird, second half of it garbled. Good god, why did this always happen to you?
A few greetings were murmured back to you, and to your relief, many of the Witchers in front of you soon turned back to their conversations. You needed to do something. You couldn’t just stand there and look stupid.
Talk to a Witcher or a teenage girl? Witcher or teenage girl. Neither seemed like the lesser evil, both were incredibly fucking scary. But, the teenage girl seemed just as awkwardly alone as you, so you slipped over to her, sitting down on the bench.
“You look shaken.” She said after a few moments.
You laughed dryly, half out of relief, half out of the fact that you were incredibly shaken. The monsters here were terrifying, and that Leshy? You could still see the moment it had snaked a branch around your ankle, pulling you towards it, playing in your mind.
“All credit goes to the Leshy.” You replied. At that, a hush fell over the hall. Had you said something wrong? Witchers and their goddamn hearing.
The one with the white hair, or, probably, Geralt, turned towards you abruptly. “A Leshy?” he asked.
You nodded slowly. “That’s what Eskel said.”
The teenage girl next to you was no help, only shrugging when you looked at her. Geralt did not respond to you, even if his question had been urgent, leaving you dangling on a precipice of anxiety again.
You told them your name to fill the silence, trying to sound casually, pushing in a quick ‘by the way’ at the end. Finally, someone picked up on something you were saying.
“I’m Ciri.” The girl said. “Geralt’s child surprise.”
“That’s how children usually work.” You snorted, which caused some laughter from the people present, and a brooding stare from Geralt. Did he have some kind of stick up his ass?
“We’re not related.” He said, his voice clipped. He stared at you, and you felt like Geralt could see right through you, sniff you out like a dog.
“Then what’s a child surprise?” you asked. Immediately, you wanted to take your question back. You should have reserved that for Eskel, who knew. He would have understood. Instead, you were barked at by the man named Lambert.
“Have you been living under a rock for the past thousand years?” he asked, and you felt yourself crumble on the inside. However, no explanation followed his question, and all you could do was guess.
What the fuck was a child surprise? Did Witchers adopt? Did people sometimes have to pick up kids along the way? Was it a family heirloom type of thing?
You grabbed for the pitcher with ale, grateful when Ciri handed you an empty cup. Still, when you took a sip, you felt your lips purse. No matter how much ale you drank, you’d never get over the taste of it.
As time ticked on, and Eskel still did not return, you could feel worry imbue itself in your gut. Your knee began to bounce, nails digging into the palms of her hands. Most of the Witchers were gone. Geralt had taken Ciri with him, and the ones named Lambert and Coen were sitting in another corner, playing some kind of game and drinking. You felt a shiver go down your spine, and suddenly, you felt utterly alone.
The dress you were wearing had been bought by Eskel, and it was good. It fit well, the color was a beautiful deep blue, and it was comfortable. But it was nothing you’d have worn back home. Quietly, you drew your knees up to your chest.
If you had a clock, you’d have heard it tick, making the passing of time even more obvious.
At the sound of people approaching, you lifted your head from your knees. You’d almost fallen asleep, and the sudden noise had ripped you out of it. There, at the entrance of the hall, stood Eskel, together with Vesemir.
A relieved smile began to spread across your face, before you remembered what Eskel had said. He may not be open to… what you are.
As Vesemir approached you, the feeling in your gut tightened, anxiety making you shiver again. As Vesemir opened his mouth to speak, you saw Eskel behind him, deathly pale, and a feverish coat of sweat covering his forehead.
“You’re not okay.” You said, pushing off the bench and past Vesemir. Scary old Witchers be damned, Eskel wasn’t doing fine.
“Leshy wasn’t uh… a proper Leshy.” Eskel replied. When he took an idle step forward, you slung his uninjured shoulder around yours, ignoring that he was much too heavy for you to actually help.
Vesemir cleared his voice, and you steeled yourself to argue with Eskel’s adoptive father. “I think it better if we continued this on the morrow.” He said, handing you Eskel’s pack. With some effort, you managed to pick it up, pointedly ignoring Eskel’s grunt of protest.
“Anything else?” you asked Vesemir carefully.
“Make sure he gets his rest, stubborn as he is.” He replied. “Wake the entire keep if something’s wrong.”
You nodded, forcing yourself to swallow your fear.
Even in his delirium, Eskel helped you, directing you towards a small room. With the few skills you’d picked up from him, you managed to stoke the flames in the fireplace, lighting the candle next to the small cot with it. Searching through the pack, you picked out a blanket, preparing to get comfortable in the chair.
As you heard the bed creak behind you, you whirled around.
“Where am I?” Eskel asked you, looking utterly lost.
You sighed, sitting down on the bed next to him. “Kaer Morhen. You…”
“The Leshy?” Eskel asked. That much was just… gone?
“Dead. Really dead, you made sure. With fire, I think and… lots of stabbing.” You replied, and Eskel gave a weak smile. He made to get up, immediately gritting his teeth against the pain, and you stopped him gently.
“You’re taking the bed tonight, no arguments this time. Vesemir’s orders.” You said firmly.
Eskel’s brows drew together. “You met Vesemir?” he asked.
“Not really.” You shrugged. “We were both too concerned about you to talk about me. But he didn’t try to kill me, so there’s that.”
Eskel gave an exhausted laugh, grunting in pain as the bandages tugged on his wounds. “Your heart is… faster.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.
“Stressful day.” You lied.
He nodded, too tired to insist on sleeping on the floor. For once, you were glad for it, not having to fight over whether or not he would take the bed and you the floor (he never let you, insisting that Witchers didn’t need sleep anyway).
***
Your neck was stiff when you woke up the next morning, and it took some effort to push yourself out of your chair. Eskel had sat up at the end of his bed, looking at you tiredly.
“Morning.” You said, your mouth sticky from sleep. You grabbed the pitcher from the bedside, taking a sip of water.
“You slept on the floor.” Eskel noted. “Never wanted you to.”
“It’s not a big deal. You’re looking better, that’s all that matters.” You shrugged, but Eskel only shook his head, pulling at his shirt. You turned away, giving him some privacy. Instead, you rummaged in your pack, looking for the potion he’d need.
“I wanted you to always be comfortable.” He said. You paused, trying not to overthink his words. The potion in your hand felt uncharacteristically cold. Keeping your eyes peeled to the ground, you set it down next to Eskel.
“I always was comfortable. I only have a stiff neck.” You replied. Eskel moved behind you, his hands already beginning to work the knots out of your muscles. You reached up to stop him.
“Eskel, I appreciate it, I really do, but you need to take care pf yourself.” You said firmly. When you looked at him, he had an expression of rejection on his face. Immediately, you regretted your words.
“I’m sorry, I only meant-“ you began.
Eskel interrupted you. “Yeah, I know. You want me to make sure I’m alright. But…” he trailed off. “I want to take care of you.”
There wasn’t a world where you wouldn’t have mulled over his words, hoping that there was more meaning to them. And so, you took his hands into yours, smiling at him nervously.
“Thank you, Eskel. That means the world to me.”
“Yours or mine?” he joked, and you felt yourself smile at his stupid joke.
“Both.”
Eskel paused at that, and immediately, you felt stupid for blurting it out. His hands held yours a little tighter, and a knot formed in your throat. There was a small part of you that was hoping, not just that you hadn’t said anything wrong, but that he would reply to this what you wanted him to say.
Instead, Eskel dropped your hands, turning back to the bed and making it mechanically. You missed the blush on his face entirely.
In the afternoon, you took care of Scorpion, watching as Ciri trained in the yard by herself, a frustrated expression on her face. After a while, you led Scorpion into the stables, walking back out into the yard, and smiling at Ciri. She gave you a strained smile back, and you noticed the irritated skin on her hand.
“Eskel wraps his sword grips with fabric to make them more comfortable in winter.” You told her, nodding at her reddened hand.
“My grandmother never needed any of that.” Ciri only barked out.
“Well, maybe she didn’t have dry skin.” You replied, and Ciri stuck her sword into the snow a little more aggressively than necessary.
“What are you training for?” you asked, idly twisting on a bracelet Eskel had gifted you once.
“I want to be as good as Geralt.” She replied.
“He’s very good, from what I hear.” You said. “But I think you need to take a rest as well. You’re neither a witcher, nor a man. Not that that’s a bad thing. Enough rest will make you better.”
Ciri sighed, handing you the sword. “Could you help me with the grip?”
You nodded, tucking it under your arm and walking towards the dining hall with Ciri.
“So… you and Eskel?” Ciri asked after a while. You almost tripped, regaining your composure quickly.
“No, we’re only friends.” You replied. “We just spend a lot of time together, like you and Geralt.”
Ciri scrunched up her nose in disgust. “I’d hope not. We don’t look at each other like lovesick idiots.”
You almost scoffed indignantly. “We do not look at each other like lovesick idiots. I also doubt that Eskel is in any capacity in love with me.”
“So you are in love with him?” Ciri asked.
Fucking teenage girls.
You didn’t reply to that, and Ciri’s smile widened. “Don’t even think about saying anything.” You bit out. “I just helped you with dry hands.”
Ciri rolled her eyes. “Can I tell Geralt? He’ll give Eskel a kick. You know, he firmly believes that you’re the one not in love. If he finds this out… he’ll have a field day.”
You buried your face in your hands. “He doesn’t talk much, does he?”
“Apart from the occasional grunt, no.” Ciri replied, not that that was much of a reassurance. You knew she was probably still going to spill your best kept secret to Geralt.
“Only Geralt. No one else.” You assented, and Ciri skipped away, leaving you with her sword. Sighing, you dragged yourself up crumbling stone stairs and into your room. Eskel had gotten it ready for you while you’d been out taking care of Scorpion. It felt strange to have one to yourself again after so long. Still, it turned out you didn’t have to be alone for long.
Only a few minutes later, Eskel knocked on your door, carefully checking in on you. You knew it was silly, but it was the things like this that made your heart flutter each time.
“How’s your shoulder?” you asked, setting down Ciri’s sword.
“Better.” Eskel said. He noticed the sword with a confused smile. “Are you training? You should’ve told me.”
“Oh no, I was just helping Ciri. Her hands are too dry because of the cold, kind of how yours get sometimes.”
“You remembered that?” Eskel asked.
“Yeah of course. Why wouldn’t I?” you replied, smiling at him.
“I’m in love with you.” Eskel said quietly, then. Your heart stopped for a good second. You stared, blankly, trying to comprehend what Eskel had just said. He paled at your silence, already beginning to back out of your room, but you quickly grabbed his hand.
“I- Me too. I am in love with you too, is what I’m trying to say. I didn’t realise that wrapping a sword would be what it takes to hear it but I really, really, really like you. A lot.” You rambled. “I mean, you’re sweet, and caring, and-“
Eskel stepped forward, hands that were made to kill gently cradling your jaw. He hesitated, eyes asking for permission. When your hands steadied themselves on his chest, he closed the bridge between you, his lips softly meeting yours. You sighed into the kiss, deepening it impatiently until your hands tangled in Eskel’s hair.
After a while, you broke the kiss, heart racing in your chest.
Eskel noticed. “Your heart is…”
“It’s fast, I know. Most of the times you pointed it out, it was because of you.” You confessed. His eyes widened.
“Since… Since I fixed up your hand?” Eskel asked with sudden realisation, and you nodded. He gave you a small smile.
“We’re such idiots.” You laughed, and Eskel joined you. The sound of it was so beautiful you could not help kissing him again.
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Eskel X Reader Kinktober: Squirting
The small cracks and pops from the fire mixed with the serene babbles and splashed from the river as Eskel and Y/n set up camp for the night. The two danced around each other fluidly, in the type of manner that only comes from motions practiced over and over with one another. Eskel would set up a fire and count supplies while Y/n unpacked the bed rolls and tent. Eskel would tend to Scorpion while Y/n cleaned weapons and tack. Eskel would fetch water as Y/n started dinner. On and on this dance would move till the pair were tucked away, asleep. 
“Alright” Y/n stood up, riffling through bags and pulling out various pieces of clothing. “I’m going to go do some washing. As she made her way out Eskel couldn’t help but watch her back as she left. A mix of love and lust mixed in his gaze. Y/n had been an unexpected in his life for sure. A young traveling woman, an herbalist by trade, she had quite literally stumbled into his camp and just never left. Her unorthodox lifestyle led her to being not only tolerant of witchers but enthusiastic about them.  Things had turned intimate recently between them.The tension of being around one another constantly had finally snapped. Ending up in a completely ruined night's sleep for every unfortunate soul who was staying in the same inn as them that night. 
Eskel busied himself around camp, before the boredom set in. He didn’t want to eat without Y/n and the two of them had already prepped everything for the night. After impatiently tapping his feet for a minute or so Eskel rose to join Y/n by the river. Many hands make light work after all. And if the hole he felt in his chest everytime y/n wasn’t near him was an indication of any deeper feelings, he was certainly going to ignore them. 
As Eskel got closer his hearing picked up on the slight splashes and ripples in the water caused by Y/n. He could hear her humming a small tune while the dripping of a wrung out shirt hit the moving water of the stream. He finally cleared the brush of the forest, coming out into the clearing of the stream and his mouth went dry. There you were, perched in the center of the stream, shirt wet and now see through clinging to your breasts. It appears you had decided to forgo pants, the shirt just long enough when pulled by the weight of the damp fabric to cover your front. Emphasis on front as the sight of your bare ass peaked out from the bottom, the water of the stream running around it. 
Eskel wasn’t aware you knew he was there as he sat and gawked at you for several moments. You focused your eyes ahead of you, counting your breathing to make sure he wasn’t broken from his trance. Then as a sock drifting away from you, snagging on a rock you got a sinister idea. You turned away from the witcher, standing up and positioning yourself perfectly in his eye line. Then you slowly bent over at the waist, going lower and lower to reach the sock. 
Eskel could feel his pulse quicken and palms sweat as you rose. The water cascading off of you. His heart just about stopped as you turned from him and began to bend. He flexed his hands at his sides. Swallowing loudly. Your pussy slowly unfurled before him. Lips glistening, pulsing as you took your sweet time retrieving you lost item and wringing it out. 
You stood up, still going slowly and measuring your movements. You bit your lip as you heard his ragged breathing behind you. 
“Are you going to come join me or?” You let the question die off as the connection clicked in Eskel’s mind that you did that on purpose. Your question was not answered with words but with the splashing of feet as they crossed over. You felt his presence at your back as he swiftly picked you up and took you to the bank, pressing your back against a tree. You looked up at his disheveled appearance, a smirk on your lips and devilish intent in your eyes. 
“Oh you don’t know what you’re playing with” Eskel growled. Before you could respond his lips were on yours, domineering and powerful. The rough skin, worn between worried teeth, dragged deliciously over yours. A moan escaping your mouth as you felt his hands caress your sides. He seized this opportunity to breach your mouth with his tongue. Licking up into you as he began fiddling with the clasp of his belt. Just as you were about to open your eyes to see what he was doing he grabbed your legs. Yanking them up and pinning your back against the tree. He slotted his hips into yours, you could feel the heat of his member sitting at your entrance. 
Still your cocky smile didn’t waver as you pulled away from the kiss, looking at him from your perch against the tree.
“Really couldn’t go an hour without me could you hmm?” you looked coyly at him as his gaze turned flustered and sinister. He didn’t say anything which struck you as odd before he began breaching into your walls with his cock. 
You kept eye contact with him instead of throwing your head back, bit your lip instead of moaning, you really wanted to play this game. 
And who was Eskel to deny you a good challenge? 
He pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in brutally. His pace was blinding, The bark of the tree dug into your back, the pressure of his legs bounced yours, his head was tucked into your shoulder. You felt ecstasy building in your core from his blistering pace and the friction from the course hair at the base of his cock rubbing your clit. Your arms came up to wrap around Eskel’s shoulders, gripping onto him for support. You could feel his smirk against your skin and you fought further and further to keep your noises and reactions at bay. 
Your nails began to dig as you wound tighter and tighter. 
“Esk” You all but whispered, but your low town was no match for witcher hearing as Eskel heard you changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that sweet spot in you. 
That sent you over the edge, a high pitched whine escaping your pursed lips as you felt your walls pulsate around him. Eskel did not stop though. As you felt yourself become overstimulated you felt Eskel smirk into your skin once more, somehow picking up the pace even further. You came again in record time, and again, and again. 
Despite your moans turning into whines Eskel was on a mission. Thrusts still as hard and fast as when he started, sweating forming on his brow but just barely. You both evenvied and cursed his genetically enhanced stamina in that moment, wanting him to keep going but also stop at the same time. 
“Eskel I don’t think I can-” 
“One more baby-girl, you can give me one more” His voice graveled in your ears. 
“Esk I can’t I, I can’t I” You felt your end build up once more, but this time a second pressure built with it. Eskel bit down on your shoulder as you grew tighter and tighter. Finally your felt the coil snap in you once more, the pressure releasing with it  as it soaked the ground below you and Eskel’s pants. Eskel gave a handful more thrust into the wet mess that was your heat before spilling, a groan pressed into your neck. 
You both sat there a moment, catching your breath. You willing your legs to turn from there jelly state back to bone and skin. You looked into his yellow eyes after a beat. 
“I should tease you more often”.
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Pairing: Eskel x reader (Kit)
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A/N: ahhh, hello all <3 I know I haven't been around much- it's been a while since I posted but even longer since I posted for Eskel, so please... I hope you enjoy this and can forgive me for the lapse. The wonderous misadventures of Eskel and Kit continue.
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Silence settles around you as you follow after Eskel, cringing at the way your footsteps echo harshly back at you, the scraping of your heels dancing down the crumbling hall hovering over your head. The crunch of the red tinged shards embedded in your boot heels makes it hard to walk, wincing at the sensation with every step. Eskel’s steps, of course, make no sound. He barely crouches, standing nearly at his full height, even as the top of his head brushes the aging stones above him. Every so often, he would pause, glancing back at you, sending you a gentle smile. 
It’s alright
“We’re almost there,” he assures you, pausing long enough to allow you to catch up with him, bumping his shoulder to yours. His silent way of asking to hold your hand. Smiling, you take his hand, gently lacing your fingers with his own, trying not to laugh at how he seems to physically melt under your touch. He tries to pout down at you, noticing the mirth dancing in your eyes, but it melts into a smile, shaking his head.
“Where are we going, anyway, Esk?” Your voice is quiet, hating how it fumbles back to you, slightly higher pitched everytime it makes its rounds. 
“Safety,” he promises, pausing to take you in. you're sure you're a vision, your hair a tangled mess, lip bloodied, purplish bruises littering your skin. The last week has been hard on you both- you more than he, so he claims. He is no better off, slashes slow to heal, bruises blooming on almost every piece of skin you can see. Sighing, you nod, leaning into him, nuzzling into his hand when he brings it to your cheek, meaning to check your injuries- again. He's checked them so often, you're sure he's got them set to memory. 
“They're still there,” you assure him, wincing when you move too quickly, hand coming to rest over top of his. He cringes too, eyes squeezing shut as he fights to even his breath. “Stop it,” you chastise, huffing, moving to bring his face towards yours. 
“Its my fault,” he grovels, sounding so broken you can't help the sigh that passes your lips, again. 
“It is not,” your voice is firm, leaving no room for argument- though you know he will try.
“Had I been faster…” 
“I still would have been hurt.” you state harshly, more so than you meant, but he stops lamenting over his failures, opting instead to finally look at you. His golden eyes seem to glow with no light source, wet with emotions he finds he is unused to feeling. Taking a deep breath, you force a smile, tugging him forward again to rest your forehead against his, having to stand on your tiptoes. 
“I've more to say, are you listening?” he nods slowly, swallowing. Smiling to yourself, you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, the sensation bringing forth the first of his tears. “I am safe.” you begin, voice barely above a whisper. “Because of you. I am here, because you saved me.” 
The breath that he releases is broken, punctuated by tears and the hitch of caught emotions threatening to spill over. Humming softly, you wipe them away gently, stroking his cheeks and through his hair pressing your lips to his forehead, cheeks, nose- anywhere you can reach. 
“I am here,” you reassure again between kisses, breathing in his sigh as he tugs you closer, nose bumping yours. Swallowing, he meets your eyes, the swirl of love and emotions making you dizzy. 
“Promise?” you nod slowly, nuzzling your nose into his. 
“Not even death can keep me away, Witcher,” you muse, grinning in spite of the pain radiating from where his hold has tightened. Relishing in his chuckle, he nods, pressing his lips to yours- chaste, but filled with every word he can't seem to say.
I love you
I can't lose you
Don't leave me
Sighing happily, you chase his lips when he goes to pull away, earning another chuckle as your lips brush his, gently nipping at the notch in his lip, making his hold tighten again. 
“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, Witcher,” you grin. Huffing, he rests his forehead to yours again, breathing you in.
“I will find a way to deal with it, Witch.”
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