#leshkel

Eskel/succubus, Eskel/Geralt

remixing The Heart Entire by @brighteyedjill

I saw Jill's one-sided Eskel/Geralt fic in the @smubbles-etc remix pool and immediately got inspired. Wrote 5k in like three days. So it's no longer a drabble but definitely going the remix route with Leshy Eskel! Also going a very different direction than my other Leshkel series. Currently posted 2/6 chapters.

Major character death (off-screen), hurt/comfort, Wolf brothers bonding over monster nerdery. Love confessions, first time, plenty of angst, suicidal ideation, more hurt/comfort. Mild spoilers for the events of the witcher books.

“Some loves are planted too deep to uproot without also pulling out the heart entire.”

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“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, let alone see you like this,” Maja said, eyeing him with a combination of sympathy and fascination. Eskel was no longer the witcher she had lain with. He was a mutated leshen with abilities that surpassed even the Queen that had originally infected him.

Eskel had always visited Maja before he returned to Kaer Morhen. She’d been so good at helping him burn off the lust, it made it bearable for Eskel to be near Geralt for the winter. Had less worry about accidentally revealing his feelings for his Wolf. He knew Maja would help him now, regardless of what he’d become, but he figured he ought to give her enough context to understand what he needed—and why.

It’d gotten too complicated. He missed it when things were simpler.

Eskel felt large and hulking in her cozy home. He was self-conscious about his desiccated, half-broken branches and scorched bark. That didn’t seem to deter her. She approached him, reaching for the nearest branch, and Maja touched a small pink blossom that had managed to survive the storm of his grief.

“A lot’s happened.” It was the understatement of the century.

They sat near her fireplace and Eskel began recounting the story while she finished her dinner. He told her of the leshen queen he’d come across on the Path that infected him. The agony of the transformation and the confusion that ensued. Geralt had nearly cut down Vesemir to protect Eskel and had defended his right to live. The fear and pity of his brothers and Vesemir was almost worse than death, except Eskel had lost his purpose. He wasn’t a witcher anymore, and he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He’d been halfway down the mountain when Geralt caught up to him.

“He asked you to stay for the season,” Maja said.

“Yeah, he did.”

“How did it go?”

Eskel he draped some of his branches near the fire. Close enough to burn himself. “I’d already lost my body, my purpose. What else did I have to lose?”

Maja was silent for a long moment. “Did you lose your heart?”

He used one of his branches to grab Maja’s drink and he drained the last of the spirits.

Heartache unfurled in Eskel’s body, fresh and icy as spring thaw. It almost would have been better if he had stayed away, taken himself into exile and left his old life behind. He could have lived with that pain of being without Geralt. He had lived with that pain his whole life.

“Eskel.” Her voice was soft. She was misunderstanding his silence.

“Geralt knew me, he was there for me like no one else had been, and no one will be again. I told him… I told him everything.”

Maja’s look of surprise was refreshing, and Eskel cracked a sad smile. “Bet’chu didn’t see that one coming.”

“Not at all,” she said, and touched the small blossom again. “What happened?”

one word prompt: Shooting star

pairing: Eskel x reader

word count: 460

Shadows danced in the firelight, the soft crackling the only sound in the clearing for the last hour. Huffing out tiredly, you hug the blanket tighter over your shoulders, breath puffing out like a snuffed out dragon- the thought amusing you.

A large breeze sweeps through the open space, trees and grasses rustling, the soft hum of the forest pulling your attention to the shadow of a figure heading your way. You don't even try to hide your smile as your witcher drops his weapons further away from the fire before plopping down beside you groaning softly. Chuckling, you reach up to brush a couple of curls from his face, fingers coming to rest on the side of his face affectionately, gently tracing his scars. Humming in satisfaction, he nuzzles his nose into your palm.

“You've gotten clean already” you tease, wiping away damp hair. He laughs, nodding. 

“I figured a fair lady, such as yourself, would prefer I didn't join you covered in guts.” with false solemness, you nod.

“You figured correctly, Witcher.” he just snorts.

“Witch” time has proven the nickname to be hostile- but there is no venom in his voice, only affection.

“Healer.” you correct, laying your head on his shoulder, eyes turning up towards the sky, tracing the stars. You can feel his shoulders shake slightly in laughter, warm arms wrapping around your waist.

“To each their own” he states, placing a kiss on the side of your nose, making you scrunch it up. He loves watching your expressions, he never has to guess what or how you're feeling. You're about to say something snarky, or at least try when your eyes lock on a white streak in the sky. Bouncing in place, you grab his hand.

“A shooting star! Make a wish” you sing, closing your eyes, holding his hand between yours like your praying.

“A witch making a wish? Now I've seen it all” Eskel laughs, watching the star fade from view. When he looks back down at you, you're pouting. 

“Healer.” he just shrugs. 

“Semantics.” 

“And my mother taught me that,” you say softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, looking down at the hand of his you still have clasped between yours. He softens, you don't often speak on your family. 

“What did you wish for?” he melts at how blinding your smile is, shoving his chest gently. 

“You're not supposed to say, or it won't come true!” 

“It isn't like I made a wish myself.” he teases, blowing a raspberry on your cheek, making you giggle.

“And why not?”

Pausing, he wraps you back up in his arms again, tugging you into his lap, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. 

“Because I already have everything I want.”

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Alright, so this is an idea/scene that I have that I haven’t put on AO3 yet cause part of me wants to include it in one of my longer Leshkel stories. But I probably should just leave this as a standalone scene since it’s pretty funny on it’s own. My Scrivener doc says I created this allergies file in January of last year. That’s how outstanding some of my WIPs are, omg. 😭

The idea is that you turn a mutated witcher into an ancient monster of the woods and that witcher-leshen pollen might affect the immune systems of only witchers. 🤧 And some witchers more than others. Here is a draft that's still rough but gets the point across. 😆 (yo it's scary to put my ideas into the light of day. Hope you like?? Want to see more? Let me know.)

Seasonal Allergies

TWN. post-Voleth Meir. Leshen Eskel AU

Gen, but implied Geralt/Eskel, maaaybe vaguely implied sex pollen.

~1300w

Jaskier reached the great hall and found Ciri and Yennefer sitting across the table from Geralt and Coen, chatting with one another. Coen was hunched over his bowl of food, looking utterly miserable like he hadn’t slept a wink, and Geralt looked like he was ready for a nap.

“Fancy meeting you all here for a spot of dinner,” Jaskier said. “Training going well?” Jaskier asked and Ciri nodded distantly.

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Heart Tap (9569 words) by kuwdora Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher), Hemrik (The Witcher), Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canonical Divergence, Alive Eskel, season 2 leshen Eskel, Character Study, Monster Biology, Fantasy Botany, Alchemy, Monsterfucking, monsterfucker geralt, Crack Treated Seriously, Angst, Touch-Starved, Tentacles, Body Horror, Vivisection, Medical Experiments, The Inherent Tragedy of Witchers, First Time (in a new body), Oral Sex, memory loss/problems, Eskel has carnivorous urges, Some Bondage, References to animal harm, References to Canon-Typical Violence, Eskel and Geralt become pioneers in the field of Leshkeltology, the author REALLY LOVES TREES, please see notes for more warnings/details Series: Part 1 of The Warden Along the Path “You want me… to tap you. Like a maple tree,” Geralt said, repeating the words carefully like he wasn’t sure he heard them correctly.

“What better way to get a sample to study?” Eskel asked matter-of-factly. He needed more information about what he’d become, what he was made of underneath all the bark and wood. If the old parts of him were still under there. He needed to know if there was something worth holding onto.

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Eskel was no stranger in bearing witness to Geralt’s suffering, but that made it no less difficult to endure. Geralt was hooked up to the conynhaela vines and knitbone for over a month, healing the wounds he’d received on Thanedd.

There was little Eskel could do while Geralt twisted in alternating states of pain and misery, bound firmly to the bed of leaves and branches. So he spent the time telling Geralt about life in the forest. About the dryads and creatures he’d thought were extinct, and the strange dryadic magic he’d seen. He told his brother about his own long, painful recovery since the fire mage’s attack in Kaer Morhen that had nearly ended him.

As the weeks passed and Geralt’s body physically healed, his spirits remained shattered, even when freed of the vines. It broke a different part of Eskel’s heart that he hadn’t known existed. The pain and uncertainty and that remorse about losing Ciri was something the conynhaela could not purge from Geralt’s heart.

After two days of Geralt not speaking a single word, Eskel wracked his mind, searching for ways to rouse him, when he finally had a decent idea. He consulted with the dryad queen to ensure he wasn’t going to violate dryad norms by bringing Geralt to the spot he had in mind. Eskel then gained permission from Aglaïs who had overseen Geralt’s care and assured Eskel that Geralt was healthy enough for travel.

“Where are we going?” Geralt asked when Eskel cajoled him to his feet.

“C’mon,” Eskel said and unfurled some of his branches so he could gently scoop Geralt into his arms.

Geralt was ambulatory but it was going to be quite a trip, and Eskel didn’t want to stress Geralt’s leg, so Eskel rigged up a sling in his branches, carefully binding Geralt’s elbow and knee and tucking him close to his body.

Eskel made their way through the forest for over an hour until he reached a small pond surrounded by yew and hickory, its thick canopy of branches sheltering the ground. It had been an interesting discovery some months prior, and Eskel was glad to have the chance to share it with Geralt.

He helped Geralt out of the sling and Geralt hobbled over to an overturned log, sitting down with a heavy grunt. “Pretty,” Geralt murmured, looking around.

“I want to show you something I’ve learned since I got here,” Eskel said. He plucked a few leaves from one of his own branches and popped them into his mouth, chewing slowly and focused on the silent incantation in his mind. It was a process that helped kickstart the transformation deep inside his limbs, preparing his body for blood and circulation.

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ahaha. That is absolutely my Leshen Eskel fic Heart Tap. We have a touch-starved witcher whose body is mutated yet again and also his mind isn't quite right. He has monster urges, he's experiencing memories that don't seem to fit, and he just doesn't understand enough of what he's been turned into. Which is why he asks Geralt to tap him like a maple tree to find out what he's made of. This is is crack treated so fucking seriously and I go so fucking hard with the monster biology and fantasy alchemy worldbuilding elements. There's intimacy and sex that is not quite tentacle sex because Eskel's still figuring out his new body. And aahhhhh, this is just the beginning of my Leshkel saga.