#Witcher self insert

[cosmos-coma]

Hi!! Can I request an Eskel one shot where he fell in love with the reader (a Viper witcheress who is homeless since it disbanded) and he invites her back to Kaer Morhen for winter to introduce her to his brothers. She's also a great cook and the wolfs says she's a keeper. 😆

Vipers and Wolves

A/N: Ive never written a witcher!reader before, but it wasn't bad at all! I was hit with the comedic bug for this one, It's not super romantic all around but it is strong in found family!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Language, very quick editing

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It was in the heat of summer when you first met. 

You had been laying under a great big oak tree as the rain pattered down around you. The fire warmed your face as you set a heaping pile of damp fuel beside it, hoping it would dry in time to use it. Stray raindrops fell like tears from the leaves above you, making you shudder as one lucky one slid right down your back. 

“Ugh… stupid rain,” you complained to yourself as you set out your bedroll and started getting comfortable in your camp. 

The sun was beginning to set when you heard rustling far off in the distance, towards the middle of the forest. You were right outside of a small town so it was probably just a human, but people don't usually travel through the thick of the forest either. Your viper head medallion confirmed your suspicions as it lay motionless against your chest.

You stood cautiously and drew your steel sword as the sound of breaking twigs got closer and closer. A large dark silhouette moved within your vision as the sun was now halfway sunk on the horizon. As they got closer you could see it was actually a man on a large black horse, with… two swords on their back? Is it possible you really found another witcher?

You couldn’t believe your cat-like eyes. So many of you were lost after the sieges. So many of your brothers and sisters were killed defending your home from the onslaught of humans, and even then they couldn’t succeed. Your old home now was a wasteland of rocks and unlivable walls that held no more life. All the books and research your school did on the wild hunt… gone save for you and the few survivors. 

“ A fellow witcher.” You held your hand up in a friendly wave as you watched him dismount and come closer to the light of your campfire. 

Your breath escaped you as you saw the warmth of his Golden eyes lit by the fire, they were soft in a way that you didn’t often see from others, let alone witchers. Deep scars ravaged the right side of his cheek, tightly twisting his skin in jagged ways and notching his slightly chapped lips. 

“Ah, not every day you run across another witcher out in the field.” He smiled a bit as he nodded toward your swords. “Eskel, Wolf school.” He introduced himself and held out his hand. He seemed oddly trustworthy of you, but you suppose some people just have better judges of character. 

You dropped your sword back with your other belongings as you shook his hand in return. “Y/n, Viper school.” you smiled a bit as you spoke and motioned to your camp. “You’re, uh- I guess you’re welcome to make camp here too… means I have someone else to collect firewood for me.” you laughed a bit, gaining a small smile in return from the broad man.

He shook his head a bit as his brow furrowed, “isn’t there a town just a few minutes ride that way? Why don’t you get a room at the tavern there?” He asked, taking a seat across from you at the campfire as you sat down on your bedroll. 

“Can’t waste the money.” you said with a frown, “The viper school isn’t livable anymore so I have to hole up in a tavern all winter. I mean, I’ve found a nice place that’ll let me work to stay but, somehow money still seems to run far too thin by the end of the season so I need everything I can get.” 

Eskel watched as you stoked the fire carefully and added another log. He wasn't sure if it was the scar that ran across your nose that seemed to highlight your features, or perhaps it was the way you spoke that found him feeling exactly at home.  Maybe it was your subtle scent of lavender? No, no, it was your eyes for sure. Your eyes glowed in the firelight and danced with a fierce- yet gentle- determination, a dichotomy that Eskel rarely saw outside of his own eyes.

“Well… Do you mind having a guest at your campsite tonight? I’ll collect all the firewood you could ever need.”

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“Are you sure this is gonna be alright? I’m not sure…” You said as the tall standing walls of the Keep just crept into view over the hills. “They're not gonna be nearly as nice as you are, you're an exception…” You sighed.

“Oh, no. You’re right- they’re complete assholes, but I promise they’d never be like that to you. Not right away, anyways.” Eskel stifled a small laugh when you turned to scowl deeply at him. “I just mean to say… that as you become more like family they’re gonna treat you more like family. And that of course includes ruthless teasing from time to time.” He smiled and shrugged. 

Though you were fierce and skilled as a Witcher- and among the few women in your profession at that- you knew that you were intruding on another school, someone else's home with different customs and you felt like you needed to tread lightly lest you be asked to return to the oncoming winter season.

It took the rest of the day to finally reach the Keep’s arching gate and ride your horses through. You put them away in the stables, absolutely taking the opportunity to meet the famed Lil bleater along the way. 

A comfortable warmth washed over you as the doors to the great hall opened and a large fire crackled in the fireplace, warming the 3 men already inside. Eskel had told you more than enough about his brothers and his father figure. Geralt, the one with white hair and a scar down the eye who looks grumpy all the time, but can be cracked with a joke at Lambert's or Eskel's Expense. Lambert, smaller than the others and the stereotypical younger brothers, his heart lies in mischief and bomb-making. And finally, Vesemir, Who always- but especially after the sieges- stepped up as a sort of father figure to them and was always a little wary, but more than willing to give anyone a fair chance. 

“Eskel… Welcome back” Geralt greeted and held his mug up to his returning brother. 

“And friend..? Well, Hello..” Lambert said with raised eyebrows which quickly turned into a mischievous grin. Your fingers brushed Eskel’s hand before you could even think about it, inviting and asking for his hand to hold, to which he was quick to respond and intertwine his fingers with yours. You could tell it didn’t go unnoticed, but none of them said anything about it.

“And a Viper at that…Been a long time since I’ve seen any of you. I reckon there's even less of you than there is of us…” Vesemir observed out loud as he nodded and raised his hand in greeting. 

“You’d be right on that… Letho is the only other one of us I know to still be around.” You said with a hint of sadness in your voice, unlike that of what was expected of a witcher, even less than that of what a Viper should be. You were all made to be ruthless and cold, but for some reason, it just didn’t seem to stick with you for very long. 

“Well, welcome to the last of the wolves, I suppose. “ Geralt said with a nod to you, “we were all just arguing about whose turn it is to make dinner.” 

Eskel sighed and set his stuff on the table, “I’m not doing that after a full day of travel. I vote Lambert.” he proposed, getting met with Lambert’s loud and offended scoff. 

“What the FUCK, Eskel?” 

Geralt’s serious exterior cracked as a smile slipped onto his lips and he turned to Lambert with a smirk. “Well, Lambert. That’s two votes for you, one for me, and Vesemir couldn’t give a shit. Sooooo…” he said with a short laugh. 

“You guys are absolute dogshit,” Lambert complained, throwing his hands in the air in an exaggerated gesture. 

Now it was your turn to pipe up, “I don’t mind cooking…”, you said, looking between the small group of men. 

“Y/n, you don’t have to do that. We’ve just spent days on horseback, you should rest..” Eskel tried to argue, but you quickly waved him off. 

“Nonsense. Part of my job at the tavern over winter was to cook for guests. I actually find it rather relaxing.” you said with a smile and a firm squeeze to his hand before you handed your pack over, “Which way to the kitchen?” 

“I’ll show you!” Lambert shot up faster than he probably ever had for a task, and quickly waved you on towards the Keep’s kitchen. Once out of earshot of his brothers and father he quietly thanked you for taking over the dreaded task and showed you everything you could need. 

It wasn’t too long before you were cooking up a storm and coming out of the kitchen with a sizzling pan and a steaming pot. Vesemir was kind enough to grab plates for everyone as the boys all began to crowd around. 

“Hmm, smells better than Geralt's cooking…” Lambert commented as he wafted the steam toward his face.

“Fuck that, it smells better than Vesemir’s cooking..” Eskel dared to say in front of the old man. But it was true, you put all you had into this dish. You figured that- like with many people- a wolf’s heart lies within its stomach. Of course having a full shelf of spices available to you helped a lot, some even that you hadn’t seen in circulation for many years.

Without another word, they all quickly served themselves up and began eating. It was so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop all the up the stairs into the tower if you tried hard enough. Your nerves started twisting at your stomach as you got your own plate and still no one had said a word. Was it good? Was it bad? No, Lambert probably would have said so. 

“This…” Vesemir spoke, the first word since everyone had been served, “This is the first time they’ve been completely quiet at dinner in over 50 years…”, he said with a warm smile, more than you ever thought capable of the older man. “Your great food has given me the one thing I never thought I’d have again. Silent company..” He laughed a bit, now turning to Eskel. 

“She’s a keeper, you know that, right? If you show up next winter without her you’re gonna sleep in the stables.” Vesemir finished as he turned back to his plate. Lambert and Geralt mumbled agreements through full mouths and content hums as Eskel turned the slightest shade of pink. 

“Yes, I understand. I don’t need your threats to keep her around though,” Eskel said with a small smile as he reached for your hand above the table, in full view of everyone else. 

A smile spread across your face that you tried to hide as you took a bite of food, “Oh yeah, Eskel’s never gonna be rid of me at this rate…” 

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#listen theyre all kinda morons together and i like to think that they still act like dumb kids when they all come together in winter #eskel imagine #eskel fanfiction #eskel fic #witcher eskel #eskel x you #eskel x reader #eskel x y/n #Eskel x Witcher!reader #Eskel x fem!reader #witcher self insert #self insert #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #eskel my beloved

[slowpokegamer]

Witcher 3 Dandelion doodles 🌻

#the first one has so much terrible context #the witcher #the witcher 3 #the witcher 3 wild hunt #dandelion #dandelion witcher #jaskier #jaskier witcher #julian alfred pankratz #witcher oc #witcher self insert #my art #pokesdoodles #caspian (witcher)

[zoeysdamn]

Yes the 'Girls on film' trend still lives in my heart, fight me on this

[INSTAGRAM ART ACCOUNT]

#fanart #girls on film #self insert #hamilton #assassin's creed #the umbrella academy #the witcher #chicago #six the musical #fullmetal alchemist #avatar the last airbender #zoeysdamn art

[hutonthelighthouse]

Chicory flowers I will sneak a kiss,

Like an old love lost in a distance.

And the grass will bend down, whispering about the evil fate,

And millions of eyes will rise from the ground.

My beloved Tosna and Eskel. I didn't draw them for a while so I decided to rest my mind from work with this art with a little slavic vibe ~

#artists on tumblr #art #the witcher #the witcher 3 #tw3 #tw3 fanart #the witcher 3 fanart #the witcher 3 eskel #witcher eskel #tw3 eskel #eskel #the witcher oc #tw3oc #canon x oc #canon x self insert

[earthtoluisa]

Man I really suck at chibi art but I love ciri sm

I think I messed her clothes up a bit but I’m way to tired to fix it

I love her literally sm😭🛐

I was looking for her height and saw someone on reddid saying she was about 1,75 and I love this so I got this idea that she is taller than me when she is wearing her boots but smoler without them so I got this idea that ciri would tease my selfinsert when she is wearing her boots (I love taller women)

(I bought her in fortnite 😭 I’m only playing ma gurl from now on🖐)

#self insert #drawing #self ship #self ship community #self insert community #selfinsert x canon #canon x self insert #ciri the witcher #the witcher oc #the witcher 3 #the witcher

[desertrose244]

'After coming across a djinn, you wish for constant protection. He grants it by sending you a witcher. '

Accismus by @thedreamlessnights has been on my casual check-for-updates-a-day list for forever now so it's a crime I haven't drawn anything for it! These are from the newest chapter! I have quite a few more doodles but (forgive me) I haven't posted them because drawing Geralt is HARD HELP

Literally linking it twice so you have no excuse but to click >: )

#geralt x reader #fanfic fanart #fanfic reccomendation #Im adding the fic desc into the post now #because this is me literally advertising fics that deserve all the love in the world #geralt of rivia #witcher fic #self insert

[asrielxd]

save me the witcher man save me

my pookies......

#the witcher #the witcher 3 wild hunt #tw3 #fanart #vernon roche #sigismund dijkstra #self insert #oc x canon #they're so ugly but so pretty #i love them so much

[mangaka-devotee]

"What a Charming Little Party"

#fnaf fandom #witcher fandom #bg3 Fandom #homestuck fandom #the witcher #homestuck #oc #self insert #dnd #dnd oc #astarion #equius zahhak #equius #eridan ampora #eridan #homestuck oc #geralt witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #witcher dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #freddy fazbear #pupkin #the witcher 3 #art #musiqa hymnos #dandelion #bulder's gate 3

[blueberry-fiction]

Yennefer’s Body

Yennefer of Vengerberg x fem!reader

(18+) Minors please DNI!

Sleep came to her quickly these days, allowing Yennefer’s precognitive dreaming to take over every moment of her unconscious existence. The ability had not come to her easily at first, but after decades of tedious practice it had proven to be immensely useful. Waking from these dreams of the future was, however, always disorienting and tricky.

It was not uncommon for local bards to sing tales of less experienced mages becoming stuck inside of their dreams. Some stories even claimed to require another mage's spell to break the dreamy trance. But Yennefer was not going to become one of those tall tales, at least not tonight.

No, tonight cool ocean air drifted lazily over The Great Sea and across the clear night sky, eventually making its way up toward the cracked window near the place where Yennefer now slept. Her eyes flickered wildly behind her closed lids and all at once, Yennefer could feel herself waking from the strangest dream she'd had yet.

Her mind was groggy and her eyes squinted against the moonlight that illuminated her chambers. She'd never seen this far into her future before- Into their future.

How had Yennefer met her? She couldn't remember that part now. Instead, her mind eagerly played back to her the parts she could remember, eyes shutting slowly once more against the chill of the night air.

She could recall the moment she realized who Y/n was meant to become to her. She could recall the moment Y/n grasped the intensity of her feelings. She could recall, but chose to skip over, the turmoil that immediately followed Y/n's understanding. Instead, Yennefer's mind settled on a more amorous scene she'd experienced with this puzzling Cidarian girl.

Wrapped in the mystery of what she'd dreamt of, endorphins slowly washed over Yennefer's body where she laid, her sleepy mind wandering away from her. Never before had someone been able to elicit such intensity from her- A curious mix of electricity tinged with tranquility that spread like wildfire through every nerve in her body, rendering her attempts at stringing the memories together completely useless.

She had never been touched in the ways Y/n had kissed and caressed her in her dream. Yennefer felt as if she'd been trying to devour her fully.

Roaring heat lingered around Yennefer's head and above her chest, fogging the last bit of lucidity her mind could muster. She carefully slid the heavy wool blanket she'd been nestled under away from her and uncoiled her body slowly in the silvery moonlight that filtered into the room through her window.

Almost unconsciously, her hands began to wander lightly across her now exposed skin, and she silently savored the delicate pressure each fingertip created. Traversing each curve with ease, Yennefer's fingertips tenderly grazed against the top of her full breasts and slid slowly toward her nipples, which responded excitedly to her gentle touch.

She pinched lightly only for a moment, just as Y/n had in her dream. Goosebumps jumped to life across her sensitive skin, and she relished in the sensation.

Slower still, Yennefer's fingertips slid gently over her rounded breasts and down toward her core leaving a wave of tiny raised bumps in their wake. They carved a path between the moonbeams that now danced across every curve of her naked body. The moonlight lapped at every inch of her greedily, just as she knew Y/n would someday, and illuminated her neck, her chest, her navel, and all that lay below.

"What good may come of this?" her mind challenged listlessly, attempting to tether her to reality. None, probably. Only more longing, perhaps. Yennefer could not care at this moment, as the pulsating between her thighs had grown louder at her mind's suggested denial.

Yennefer's fingertips hovered above the spot just over her navel. She realized then that the palms of her hands felt moist, having actually sweat at the vision of Y/n touching her. Truthfully, she hadn't been sure she could still do that after years of enchanting her body with various spells, but she’d heard rumors that some emotions could still elicit such a human response, should they be felt intensely enough. Now she knew the rumors were true.

Spreading her legs just wide enough to fit one hand comfortably between them, Yennefer traced a straight line downward with her right hand, toward the source of her insistent longing. She gasped audibly as her hand made contact with the tender skin it found there.

The folds of her body felt delicate and so sensitive to her touch, but she wouldn't let this deter her from venturing further. With only her index finger, she traced a single vertical line along the center crease, slowly stroking up and then down, parting the skin only a fraction as she moved.

Yennefer took a slow, deep breath in to steady herself, noticing how the salt tinged air danced across her lips and tongue deliciously. Y/n had been so tender and loving in the dream, and she desperately wanted to relive that moment now.

She uncurled a second finger, granting it permission to join the first's careful caressing. As they traced their path along her crease, she applied a bit more pressure, pushing just a fraction deeper. She realized then that the moisture she'd felt on her palms was not contained to just one place, and she relished in the discovery.

Fully indulging in her lust, Yennefer mirrored the memory of Y/n's fingers with the motion of her own, submerging both fully into her wetness in search of the spot Y/n had stroked so attentively in her dream.

Suddenly, she knew she'd found it. Holding both fingers there, Yennefer began to draw small circles above the most sensitive bit, just as Y/n had.

Yennefer's lips parted and she let out a low whimper as her circling fingers pressed harder into the spot. She'd never made a sound like that before, and the surprise of it brought her mind back to her for a brief moment.

Still, she could feel electricity pulsing through her body, her fingers unwilling to resist their pursuit for pleasure. Yennefer helplessly descended back into the depths of her lurid memory.

The sensation of Y/n's soft, wet tongue kissing and licking at her body haunted her every thought. She clung desperately to the dream, hoping for it to never fade away.

With her left hand, Yennefer gripped the blanket she'd cast aside earlier, as if to ground herself. The images now playing behind her eyelids coupled with the ceaseless assault her fingers carried out on her soaking crease sent her even further into dizzying descent.

As if possessed by the memory of her dream, Yennefer's fingers slipped down her dripping folds and directly into the starved opening that called to them from below. Her body suddenly begged her to hasten.

She pressed both fingers deeply into herself. A guttural moan escaped from the back of her throat and resonated against the stone walls of her chambers, the sultry sound of it encouraging her to move more swiftly.

Her motion became automatic, in and out, deeper, and deeper still. Yennefer's moans were coming at regular intervals, her mind racing at the memory of Y/n's gentle mouth and tongue. Suddenly, as if a spell had been cast against her, the pleasure she'd spent so long building rapidly overwhelmed her senses, reaching across every nerve of her aching body from her toes to her fingertips.

All at once, euphoria crashed over her like waves against the Cidarian Coast and silence enveloped her, rendering her unable to hear even the sound of her own breathing. Yennefer's body pulsated rapidly, hot and wet with pleasure at the memory of Y/n.

Gradually, Yennefer returned to herself, realizing she'd completely ruined the blanket she'd been clinging to.

X

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[beasts-flesh]

Witcher sonas for me n bro. Imma Witcher n he’s a helmeted sorcerer

#character design #art #creature design #creature art #fantasy #sketch #sketches #quick sketch #Witcher #the witcher #the witcher oc #Witcher oc #sona #self insert #they are friends #design

[hanzajesthanza]

love all of our fandom names as fans of the witcher, but... but the most obvious and ubiquitous one is the one i’ve never identified with: “witchers,” when used as the name of the fans. “hello, witchers…”

like no i am not a witcher. i did not take the trials of the grasses. i was not trained at kaer morhen. i’m not spinning pirouettes around enemies and killing monsters and fighting evil. i’ve been sitting on my comfy ass in cidaris copying manuscripts by hand and frequenting the coffee houses, after spending four years in oxenfurt doing gods-know-what in sleep deprivation and scholarly arguments. sometimes i wear a silly little hat around the city, go stare at the waves, but i don’t even own a dagger, much less am i a witcher. i was born after geralt of rivia died… witchers are already a relic of the past to me… they’re in my manuscripts, in the very stories repeatedly scribed by my hand, but i’m no more a witcher than any other passerby on the street…

#the witcher #my self insert (asides from nimue. /hj) is a halfling whom this description fits btw #also its true i was born after geralt died. he died (lady of the lake was published) a year before i was born #dude it’s just narrenturm-era reynevan and me being children of the early 00’s revelling in our 23-year old foolishness and that’s that #txt #the witcher books #for me i’m a sapkofan and you can either add (affectionate) or (derogatory) to that if you wish #or a sapkowski scholar but that sounds hilarious and don’t let him overhear it he would hate it. but let lauren hear it. and tremble.

[slowpokegamer]

While I'm at it, I think it's posting self insert hours on main

Here's my Witcher self insert, I'm going insane

#im so normal about media #the witcher #the witcher books #the witcher 3 #witcher oc #witcher self insert #self insert oc #pokesdoodles #my art #caspian (witcher)

[ammmyturtle]

A lovely commission for @xenonwitch XD

This is my first commission and it means so much to me!!!! Thank you xenonwitch babe for giving me this opportunity!🥺🥺🥺🥺

#geralt of rivia #self insert #self insert commissions #the witcher

[woleres]

Found some bad doggos in the forest ;)

(A dark green and Grey forest, with a witcher wearing red, yellow, and black is facing off against three decaying wolves. The wolves have Ted glowing eyes and the witcher has yellow eyes.)

#self insert #digital art #witcher #witcher oc #oc art #witcher fanart #monster #wolf school

[earthtoluisa]

Ciri: “What do you mean you’ve never had a partner? Your so pretty that I can’t Belive that”

Luisa: “pfff”

Just let me be delusional for this woman okay😭

Just a wip scince omg I love her sm pls I need some the Witcher moots

#self insert #drawing #self ship #self ship community #ciri the witcher #the witcher oc #ciri x Luisa (best ship ofc) #I need some art moots plssss

[empresspeacock]

Find the White Wolf Pt. 5

Summary: Geralt goes missing and you’re determined to be the one who finds him and brings him home

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Warnings: Violence, language, slow burn smut

A/N: I have only watched the show on Netflix, I have never played any of the games or read any of the books. If I break canon, that’s why. Plot based on my imagination, so you do not have to watch the show to enjoy.

Sorry for taking so long for the update, life happened

Link to Part 1  Link to Part 2 Link to Part 3 Link to Part 4

Word Count: 1180

Well, running Petunia wasn't much fun. The doors merely opened into a large fenced ring. You jogged her around the perimeter looking for weak pieces of wood, you even tried to make her jump the fence. But there was a magical barrier that prevented her from doing so. Of course that worried you, because that meant you couldn't run out through the stables, you'd have to take Petunia out the front door probably. And that's if the magic barrier let you, cause it would probably stop you from crossing the bridge.

Geralt's horse Roach was there too, but none of his belongings were outside the stall like yours. Did he ride up to the entrance like you did or did he get captured while on horseback?

You put Petunia back up, brushed her down, and checked your saddle bags. The contents were still in there, seemingly untouched. You grabbed a couple daggers and hid them underneath your shirt. You walked back towards the dining hall. It seemed like the hallways hadn't changed, so hopefully that meant any maps you and Geralt made would be reliable. You went to the art room and grabbed some paper and charcoal. A handmaiden was in there, but she didn't stop you.

You needed to find Geralt because if you two spent too much time apart from each other, Mera and the others won't buy your story that you are attracted to him. You wandered around the castle, looking in every room you could, trying to memorize the paths. Eventually Mera walked past you.

"Hey, have you seen Geralt? I've been looking for him since I came back from riding my horse."

"Oh yes, we're holding him for you." Mera flashed one of her dazzling smiles again. Gods her teeth were perfect, how were they so straight and white?

"What do you mean holding him?"

"He was wandering around looking for you, so we were holding him until you asked for him again." She fluttered her eyelashes and slightly brought her shoulders back, bringing more attention to her breasts.

"I see." You could barely get the words out. You were so wrapped up in looking at her beauty. Her breasts were so perky and plump and and. You don't even normally care about breasts, but hers were so-, you couldn't describe them. You didn't know why.

"I can take you to him now if you'd like?" She turned around and looked back over her shoulder. The fragrance from her hair washed over you. It smelled like tropical fruit and made you think of paradise.

"Y-yes please." You managed to follow her to the lush waiting room Geralt was sitting in. He looked relaxed. Good, they didn't torture him any more. He sat with one of his arms resting on the arm of the couch he was sitting on, manspreading, and had a neutral look on his face.

Geralt frowned slightly when he looked at you. He made a slight motion with his hand and suddenly your head cleared up. You didn't even realize it was fuzzy, but it felt like your eyes were buzzing and heavy but then stopped.

Mera looked back at you and was still smiling. "Here he is, as promised. I hope you two enjoy yourselves. Lunch will be served in about an hour if you'd like to come down for that.

"Uhhh thanks, I think I'll be wrapped up in my art though. We may or may not." You held up the rolled sheets of paper you had in your hand.

As you two walked away, Geralt harshly whispered "Don't ever be around Mera without me."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"She tries to use a charm spell on you. I can counteract it, but I have to be around you to do so. She was trying it during breakfast too."

Oh that's why you were so mesmerized by her boobs. "But she failed?"

"But I counteracted it."

"How the heck did you have energy to do that?"

You barely heard him, but under his breath he muttered "I didn't." He sped up slightly and walked ahead of you.

Once in the bedroom, you handed him a couple sheets of paper and a stick of charcoal. "Here, draw maps of what you managed to explore. What's your assessment of our situation?"

He took them and knelt on the floor. He spread out a sheet and began drawing. "Not good. The corridors don't seem to shift, but there are magic boundaries in every doorway. This includes the front gates. Those boundaries can close down into barriers that block you from entering or exiting."

"Same for the stables. They lead out to a large ring with a barrier around it. Couldn't get Petunia to jump the fence."

"Not surprised."

"Can you take down the barriers anywhere?"

Geralt drew silently for a minute before pausing to answer. "Probably not. The boundary markings are pretty thorough. Even if I take down one, the surrounding ones are close enough to cover the gap. By the time I can take down enough to escape, Mera will have definitely noticed and have us surrounded by guards."

"You can take them down can't you?"

"They're not the main issue. And I don't have any weapons. Someone of greater strength is somewhere in this castle. The person who actually moves this castle."

"Mera isn't it?"

"No. She is about the same strength as me with spells. It's why I can take down her charm spell with a little effort."

You lifted your shirt enough to reveal the two daggers tucked into your pant waist. "Well, they didn't take my weapons from my saddle bags. We at least have something."

Geralt looked at them and huffed "Those will have to do. I prefer my swords. We still need to find where the great sorcerer is hidden and take them out before trying to escape. Even if we take down the physical markings, that sorcerer can easily put up another boundary spell around the whole castle and trap us."

"Any ideas where they're at?" You hoped he had better luck exploring than you did. You only found things clearly meant for clients to see.

"No, but if you tell them you want me to sleep with the other companions tonight, I might be able to look around in that part of the castle."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. We need to sell the idea that I am super attracted to you. If I send you down for the night, they may get suspicious and sedate you again."

"Well then what do you suggest?" Geralt was clearly irritated.

You stopped drawing too and paused to think. "Well we could convince them we had a bunch of rampant sex and I'm exhausted now."

"How are we supposed to do that."

"Make a bunch of noise", you said sheepishly.

Geralt chortled. "Great, make a bunch of noise."

"I also need to draw you naked so when they ask what I was drawing, I have something to show them."

"WHAT?? No, absolutely not."

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