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brandstifter-sys · 10 months

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The Dutchman

For @dukexietyweek Day 4: Pirates (Ao3)(login required)

Word Count: 1540

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, Virgil

Warnings: Character Death, ghosts, murder mention, hypothermia, ftm Remus

A disgraced duke sets sail with pirates to find his lover’s watery grave, in search of the Flying Dutchman and her captain so he can find Virgil, no matter what the cost.

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Remus stared out at the sea, letting the salty wind blow through his hair. He shivered and rubbed his hands to keep them warm and wondered if it would snow. He doubted it, it was so calm on the water, unlike in his mind.

He could still see those eyes staring up at him from the line of prisoners. He could see the hopelessness burning behind them from worlds away. He could still recall the day that they took his Virgil away from him.

"Your Grace," someone muttered and stood next to him. He didn't have to look to know that the ship's navigator was going to interrupt his brooding.

"You know I left that title behind," he sighed, "Is something wrong?"

"The captain and the crew are getting suspicious."

"Then stop calling me 'Your Grace' around these pirates. I'm fighting dirty on raids and talking like them, so it's not on me."

"I am not referring to that."

"My tits are hidden perfectly and I haven't bled in years."

"They suspect that you're looking to find the supernatural."

"You don't believe it's real. As far as you're concerned, I'm a lunatic trying to find a sunken ship that we lost three years ago. As far as everyone else, I'm a servant boy following a crooked cartographer looking to make a quick buck to fund his research."

"What was on that ship?"

"A treasure, a diamond in the rough."

"It was a prison ship."

"My treasure could breathe," Remus said and glanced at the sky. That wall of dark clouds came out of nowhere and it was kissing the waves.

"How odd."

"Better tell the captain and turn this ship toward the nearest port," Remus said as the wind picked up. The navigator ran to do his duties.

Remus tied his hair back and cracked his neck. This time, he would have answers.

He would know exactly what happened to Virgil when that ship sank. He would fight Davy Jones himself if he had to. He would know Virgil's fate for daring to love the wily Duchess.

His eyes went wide when a ship floated through the clouds. It was eerie with tattered black sails and a wispy glow around it. He could hear the strange song the ghost crew was singing.

This was his chance.

Remus dove into the icy sea before anyone could stop him. This crew didn't have to die for him! He just needed to reach Davy Jones and fight him for information.

He swam to the ghost ship, fighting back the rising waves and the bitter storm. His mind was set on reminding him of Virgil, his deep sultry voice, his gentle smile, his wit, everything Remus wanted to have and hold, in sickness and in health, not parting even for death.

He could still feel those long fingers tracing his curves. He could hear the crash of skin and the soft growls coming from his partner. He could still smell the musky sweat dripping down that heaving chest. He could still taste those lips pressed against his own. The pure ecstasy flooding his veins was just as potent as the night Virgil gave into him. Remus couldn't forget the night they took him away. He needed to get answers.

He had no idea how long he had been swimming. He was battered by the storm. His limbs felt like lead. But he refused to give up. He needed to know what happened to Virgil.

He was freezing. His head was spinning. Breathing was a challenge. This was the end wasn't it? Remus was ready to sink to the abyss. He could rest by his lover's watery grave.

"Captain!"

"Pull him on!"

Remus whined pitifully when he was pulled into a lifeboat. He didn't want to be back on the ship to get yelled at.

He blinked and saw two faces he didn't recognize. He was disoriented and cold. He couldn't feel his heartbeat. Remus just closed his eyes again.

And then he was thrown in the deck with no ceremony. His hands hit the wood and he swore, no longer able to shiver.

What did he do to deserve this? All the failures in his life bombarded him. He was never demure enough for his parents. He fell in love with a commoner. He killed them both and got exiled instead of executed. And he dove into the ocean in the winter, chasing a hallucination. Was he just hallucinating?

Through his tears he saw a pair of black boots in front of him. They didn't belong to anyone on the crew. Did he make it?

"You have to be an idiot to do that. Or did you just want to die?" a cold but familiar voice said.

"Am I dead?" he grumbled.

"What do you think?"

"Depends. What ship am I on?"

"The Flying Dutchman."

"I'm on the ghost ship," Remus laughed bitterly, "And that means you're dead."

He looked up at the man in front of him. He was fit and firm, dressed in all black and his skin was colorless. But that face, those eyes—Remus wished he wasn't seeing them.

"We all are. Except you, for now."

"If I die, can I stay here?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Because I spent too long trying to find you, Virgil."

Virgil knelt down and tilted his chin up with those cold fingers. He studied that face and smiled sadly.

"You should've moved on, you have so much to live for. A duchess like you is more important than a lowly merchant."

"I'm not a duchess. I'm Remus," Remus huffed and sat on his haunches, "And you're not a merchant. You're a ghost pirate."

"I always preferred men anyway."

"Are you going to try to save my life and get me back on the ship you're chasing?" Remus pouted, wobbling as his blood pressure dropped. He wasn't sure if he wanted to strip because of his hypothermia or because Virgil was there and he looked good.

"You don't want me to, do you?" Virgil asked.

"I want to be with you. It's been years and I don't want anyone else. You're the only one who ever cared about the real me."

"You're lucky there's an open position on the ship," Virgil said and picked him up, cradling him to his chest.

"Position?" Remus mumbled and closed his eyes.

"Yeah, the captain's personal bed mate," Virgil said softly and made his way to his quarters, ignoring the crew rushing around the ship, preparing for their raid.

"I'm cold."

"Just relax," Virgil said and brought him into a furnished room with a desk and a large bed.

"Virgil?"

"If you want to stay, you need to offer me your service to clean your soul," he sighed and set Remus on the bed, "It's part of the Davy Jones thing."

"Take it," Remus muttered as breathing became harder, "it's dirty as fuck!"

Vigil chuckled softly and tenderly grabbed Remus' hand, making sure to feel his fading pulse.

"I missed you, Cuddlefish," he said right before Remus stopped breathing. He let go and stepped back, anticipating the inevitable.

Remus sat up, slipping away from his body. It took all of two seconds for him to pounce and tackle Virgil to the floor.

Virgil grunted on impact and let Remus cover his face in smooches and bites. He was clinging to the captain with his arms and legs, unwilling to let go.

"Scare Bear!" Remus giggled between each loving assault. He didn't stop, even when Virgil got to his feet, holding Remus up by the thighs.

"We can do whatever you want after the raid. And after we get rid of the body."

"Raid a different ship and catapult my body over to that one. The crew could use the reward money!" Remus said and leaned back.

"Reward money?"

"Yeah, there's been a bounty out for me since I killed the king and queen. Pissy wants to see me hang for that but he let me escape before he found out."

"You killed your parents?"

"They sent you to your death. It was the last straw. You have no idea how far I will go for the people and things I love!"

"You jumped into freezing water and swam to the Dutchman to find me. I have a pretty good idea of how far you'll go," Virgil jeered and kissed his forehead.

"My lips are lower than that—and if you want to go even lower—"

"After the raid. The Kraken is hunting and we have to ferry the souls to the afterlife. Your idea is good but out of the question."

"How is that a raid? You're not looting anything!"

"I'm taking people against their will. They always put up a fight."

"Do I get to fight?" Remus gasped, completely forgetting his rejected plan, "Do I get to go ape shit and show off my skills that will make you crave me carnally?"

"Yeah, and then I'm all yours," Virgil hummed and cupped his cheek, "We have so much catching up to do."

Remus squeaked when Virgil leaned in and kissed him. Remus could have melted right there. He had his Scare Bear for an eternity and could love him without restraint!

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rosietrace · 2 years

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Villainess! Nyx AU

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OC's featured: (They do not belong to me, I will not continue to add them if the creator is uncomfortable)

Cerule Oceana, Alison Liddell, Briar Auroria(@phoenix-manga / @phnxart )

Lorelei Arachne(mentioned) (@crazyyanderefangirlfan )

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After what Cerule told our isekaid villainess about this "conductor", Nyx took it upon herself to do some research on them before actually meeting them

Though her brothers were somewhat confused, Rook merely assured them that she was just doing research on.... Imperial etiquette. Yeah, that.

Somehow Rook found out and even though Nyx was very surprised, she's glad that he's able to cover for her in case her behavior becomes suspicious to Jade and Floyd

Thanks to Rook and his extensive stealth, he's been able to secure specific pieces of information regarding "the conductor"

"So.... What have you found this time?" Nyx asked curiously, looking through the several documents Rook had written for her.

Rook hummed as he closed the curtains of her personal office."Not much... So far the only information I've gathered on le conducteur today is that they run a hidden information agency."

Nyx tilted her head in curiosity."Go on..." She trailed off, gesturing for Rook to continue.

Rook gave her a close eyed smile."Though no one seems to know the direct location, I've managed to pinpoint that the location of the hidden agency is near at least one of the capitol's top bars." He concluded.

She flips through several documents, not looking at his direction."Like the ones Lorelei performs at?" Rook clasped his hands with a cheerful grin.

"Precisely!" He responded, his pearly whites glimmering so brightly that Nyx felt like she could go blind just by looking at his direction.

Nyx chuckled a bit."So.... Which bar guarantees that the conductor will be at?" She questioned with a devious grin.

Rook smirked as he snapped his fingers."I'm glad you asked..."

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Nyx was spending some time at a bar with Briar, conversing about their usual affairs as everyone else continued to discuss the upcoming divorce trial between the grand duke and duchess.

In the background, Lorelei continued to entrance everyone with her enchanting singing voice. Nyx smiled as she listened, as she and Briar always liked this bar.

Not necessarily because of the drinks, but because of being able to hear Lorelei's voice...

.... And because Nyx learned that the workers for the conductor frequent the bar. Seeing as it somehow managed to gather so much gossip.

Briar hummed, appearing somewhat bitter."I'm... Not exactly fond of all the commotion regarding the divorce trial..." She commented.

Nyx hummed in response as Briar continued on her tangent.

"Shouldn't they be allowed to deal with their problems privately? It must seem rather uneasy knowing that their divorce is the talk of the town..." She looks down to her hands with a sad expression.

Nyx sighed and rested her head on her hand."It's high society, what else can you expect? All these people ever do is gossip at this point...." Nyx responded, squinting her eyes a bit.

Briar huffed."That I know, but given how ludicrous their obsession with drama is, I can't help but feel disturbed..." She sent a side eye towards a couple of people murmuring about who knows what.

She.... Does have a point though. Sometimes I forget that high society isn't as ideal like in the romance novels.... Nyx silently agreed with Briars words. Much like Briar, she felt equally as disturbed by the society they live in.

Looking around the bar, everything was the same. The usual whispers of gossip, Lorelei making sure her vocals don't get janked by drinking some water, and a hooded figure writing down notes in the corner-

Wait.

Nyx swiftly whipped her head in the direction of the hooded figure. She couldn't get a good look of their face since... They're hooded, but she saw a glimpse of pink hair.

Her brow raised. Who the hell.... She questioned, her eyes narrowing slightly in an attempt to get a better look of their face.

Having the feeling that they were being watched, the hooded figure rushed out of the bar without a trace.

Nyx slammed her head on the table, catching the attention of everyone in the room."I NEED TO FOLLOW THEM!" She exclaimed, determined.

Briar looked up at her with confusion and concern."Follow.... Who?" She solicited, feeling suspicious of Nyx's sudden showcase of drive and determination.

Nyx felt her nostrils flare as she ran out of the bar."Can't explain, talk to you later! Bye!" She managed to blurt out before running out to catch up to the hooded figure.

Of course, because of the amount of people, both of them slowed down. The figure was walking cautiously, and Nyx could've sworn she saw a mischievous grin on their face.

Nyx growled, inching a bit closer to the figure's direction before following them deep into the ends of an alleyway.

To avoid any signals of sound, Nyx frantically looked around everywhere in order to avoid: Puddles, slippery slopes, glass, and other things that could make a sound that would alert the hooded figure.

Then the figure reached their destination. An.... Abandoned modiste? Nyx's mouth partially opened due to her escalated bewilderment.

After looking around the area, excluding the hiding spot where Nyx was, the figure took off their hood rather carelessly with a mischievous look on their face.

Wait a minu- ALISON?! Nyx felt her jaw drop as she observed Alison's movements. Through a carefully executed and very complicated knocking pattern, the door opened for Alison to enter the modiste.

She pursed her lips in slight agitation. Damn it.... Must be some hidden lock. I need to figure out a way to get in there... She pondered, looking at her surroundings for anything that could help her.

Once she concluded that there was nothing for her to use to get in, Nyx ended up using the thing she'd use for a worst case scenario.

After a couple breathing exercises and ridiculously satisfying knuckle cracks, Nyx approached the door. Given her near perfect memory, she perfectly executed the knocking pattern.

She felt utter satisfaction when someone opened the door.

"..... WHO ARE-" with a single hit from her right hook, she managed to knock them unconscious.

Nyx hummed in contentment."Gotta love that my right hook is just as strong as it was back in my previous life." She patted herself on the back before snatching the hood and mask from the person. Unfortunately, the person was utterly unrecognizable so their identity wasn't of use for Nyx.

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After using her mighty right hook, Nyx put on the cloak and put the hood over her head to prevent anyone from seeing any notable features

After all, one wouldn't exactly want to get caught in the middle of these types of situations

But boy did she almost have a heart attack when she put on the god damn mask

Totally new perspective of the building when she put it on

Without the mask? Looks like an abandoned hellhole that'll give you a rapid infection that you don't wanna be in, let alone found in

WITH the mask? Looks like the fanciest shit you've ever seen

Felt like fucking culture shock to this girl tbh

But either way, she walked into the building with a confident stride in order to hide whatever fear she had about getting an infection and dying from an epidemic she unintentionally caused-

As she looked around, Nyx continued to look like a kid on Christmas morning

Because D A M N the place was beautiful to look at

She'll admit, if she was given the chance to live there, she'd move in within a heartbeat

But of course, she had to remain focused.

Nyx continued to look around the building until she heard a muffled conversation from one of the doors

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Nyx carefully approached the door, with each step earning a single prayer to the divine beings that by some miracle, the floor won't creak.

Pressing her right ear against the door, Nyx squinted her eyes as she made an attempt to listen to the conversation.

Damn it.... Why isn't my hearing as good as my memory in this world Nyx complained internally, continuing to try and make out any important information.

"What information have you gathered, Alison?" Nyx flinched as she suddenly heard a voice.

She heard Alison huff in hesitation."Not much. At the time I arrived at the bar, I felt a strange presence." Alison answered.

The other voice hummed curiously, Nyx shuddered a bit, as it reminded her of Azul doing business in the lounge.

"Strange presence, huh? Do tell..." Nyx pursed her lips. Suddenly, she and the other voice had the same goal.

To hear what Alison had to say next.

"It felt really unusual. I made an attempt to try and detect it with magic, but it was practically impossible to do for some reason..." Alison whined.

As their conversation continued, Nyx listened intently from behind the door. Taking in every piece of information that she comes across.

Unbeknownst to her, there was someone walking up behind her. In a similar coat.

".... Nyx?"

Nyx audibly yelped before punching the person behind her, right in the face. The person fell to the ground, their hood falling off.

And to Nyx's surprise and probable horror...

.... It was Cerule.

"C.... Cerule??" Nyx whispered, swiftly helping her up before grabbing onto her shoulders and shaking her.

"What the hell are you doing here??"

"What the hell are you doing here, Nyx!?" Cerule's eyes flared with anger and concern.

Anger because her friend's safety could be at risk. And concern because... Well, what the hell is she doing there?

"That's what I'm asking, y'know! You answer first!" Nyx slightly exclaimed. She was desperate to make sure Alison and the other voice didn't hear them.

Cerule scrunched her nose, crossing her arms."That's- That's none of your business.... I told you not to try and face the conductor directly. Why are you here??" She demanded.

Nyx clenched her jaw."I came here because one of his "fOlLOwERs" were writing down information at a bar. Because of my suspicions I ended up following them here. And did you even begin to SUSPECT that ALISON works for the conductor??" Nyx attempted to whisper, making her words sound like a poorly executed yell.

Cerule fell silent. But to Nyx... It wasn't because Alison was working for the conductor.

Exhaling a bit, Cerule locked eyes with Nyx."You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous." She spoke.

Nyx rolled her eyes as she too, crossed her arms."And you also shouldn't be here. You're the future queen of the serpent sea, y'know." Nyx retorted.

Cerule's eyes narrow."At the very least I can defend myself from any dangers. You can't even use a sword properly." She remarked. Soon after, she instantly regretted it upon seeing Nyx's reaction.

Hurt and offended, Nyx grabbed Cerule by her shoulders again.

"You shut your damn mouth. I may not be good with weaponry but I have a damn good right hook." Nyx threatened, earning Cerule's expression of regret in return.

Unfortunately because Nyx wasn't exactly keen on letting Cerule go due to her anger, the girl had to go on the defensive.

Under the circumstances of her current situation, Cerule shoved Nyx away from her. But unfortunately that shove... Was a little too rough.

It ended up having Nyx hit the door so hard, it managed to open up on it's own.

To her utter horror, Nyx whipped her head to face the two people behind her. The two people who she had been eavesdropping on for the past few minutes.

Alison, turned to an almost battle-like stance. Willing to take on the offensive in case Nyx posed a threat to her and... Her boss.

Nyx wouldn't... No. She should've expected that it was him. Especially because she hadn't seen him since she first came to this dreaded novel-like world.

The conductor....

..... Was Azul Ashengrotto.

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almabel · 3 years

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Just some silly doodles of the batfam taking the subway

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lepusrufus · 3 years

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Double edged scalpel ch. 7

Ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 ch.5 ch.6

Summary: in which Cassandra gets bullied and other sappy shenanigans

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"Oh Nicole dear, so happy to see you again!" Duke's voice was cheerful as ever, tone masterfully crafted over years of being a businessman.

Nicole, taking small steps inside the ornate and now full of items room, greeted him with uncharacteristic giddiness.

"Duke! How's business?"

"Same as always, I'll be heading to Beneviento later tonight to deliver some tools for her," he took a long drag of his cigar and, noticing green eyes scanning over multiple items and said, "I also have your order."

With a childish grin on her face, she approached him, hands shuffling inside the small bag attached to her belt that all staff members had. She pulled out the money owed for her package and, in return, the Duke placed a decently sized box in her arms. With an oof she shifted it in a less precarious position, it's heavy contents seeming to plot against her small frame.

"Unfortunately I can't stay, duty calls. But thank you Duke."

"No worries, I do understand that your employers can be quite," he took another drag of his cigar, looking for the right word. "...demanding"

Nicole chuckled. That was one way to put it.

"Well until next time dear. Or if you find yourself in need of something else, I'll be here until six."

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She was only wearing a long white towel when she heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was another maid, or even Anita inquiring about whether or not she'd be joining the rest of them for dinner, she opened the door just a crack.

It was a surprise to see none other than Cassandra standing there, her elegant frame in odd contrast with the modest corridor. She flung the door open, letting the brunette inside and took a quick glance down the hall, making sure no maid was on the floor after fainting due to fright.

"What are you doing here?"

"Aw, are you not happy to see me?" She was pouting, but her tone was joking.

Nicole rolled her eyes, but the small smile on her lips betrayed that she was indeed happy to see her. Cassandra only laughed instead, a beautiful melodious laugh, so unlike the dark cackles heard by prisoners down in the dungeons.

"Just sit down, I need to get dressed," Nicole pointed to the bed before moving to the small dresser and pulling out a clean uniform.

Cassandra went to sit on the slightly disheveled bed, eyes following the redhead's form as she let the towel drop to her feet and started to put on the various layers of her uniform. Then golden eyes darted to the box sitting on the bed. The tape sealing it had been cut not long after Nicole brought it back to her room to make sure all its contents made it safely. Not that she didn't trust the Duke, but postal service was postal service.

"What's this?" Cassandra inquired, trying to read the label but having no success as it had been scribbled over with a marker.

Nicole stilled for a moment, hands frozen on her white button up. She cleared her throat and shyly admitted:

"Actually that's for you. Do open it if you want."

Cassandra's eyes widened, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. The gesture had really caught her off guard. She gingerly lifted the lid, inspecting it's contents for a moment and then hummed.

"And here I was thinking you like my hair. With how much you love to pull on it and all that."

Nicole, now fully clothed and sporting a deep blush, marched to her and plucked the two boxes of red hair dye from gloved hands. She placed them on her nightstand and, with her voice just slightly more high pitched, she turned to the brunette.

"Those are mine, I meant the rest of it." And, after a chuckle, "I mean have you seen my roots? They're horrible!"

Cassandra only gave her a deadpan look and, after a long moment, said: "I think your hair is beautiful."

She didn't wait for a reply, not that it would be anything more than a stammered mumble of course. Instead she chuckled and returned her attention to the box. She examined the rest of its contents and then gingerly lifted one of the few tomes inside. The cover was glossy and malleable, it's pages shiny and with a distinct typography smell to it. It was so unlike her other books, it's pristine white state making it feel extremely out of place in the castle. She glanced at Nicole inquisitively.

"I do appreciate the gift, don't misunderstand me, but surely you know there's a small bookshop's worth of medical books in this castle."

"With all due respect, from what I've seen most of them are at least somewhat outdated. Interesting, yes, but I thought you'd like to learn something more...modern." Then she pulled out another book. "This is the same one I used while studying forensic pathology. It would make teaching you some things easier. Uh… assuming you want that."

Nicole averted her gaze, suddenly unsure of the usefulness of her gift. Cassandra however grabbed her chin between two fingers and pulled her gaze back on her. She smiled, finding the shy demeanor beyond endearing.

"I'd love that."

A small smile appeared on thin lips and Nicole leaned in to kiss Cassandra. It was soft and short, but no less intimate than the deep kisses they shared so many times in Cassandra's bed.

They had to go anyway.

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Let's go to the library, Cassandra said. It'll be empty, she said.

When Cassandra swung open the intricate door, only to find the other two sisters lounging on one of the couches, it's not like they could do a one eighty and leave the room. That would've been both impolite and highly suspicious.

Instead, Cassandra grabbed her arm protectively and led them to the reading spot farthest from the other two. They placed one of the textbooks on the small desk and Cassandra took out a notebook. This would've been a lot more fruitful with an actual body on hand, but there were still a couple days until the human flesh supply had to be replenished and Cassandra was beyond eager to start on some things. So, for now, they had to settle for theory alone.

It took all of five minutes for the other two sisters to make their way to their desk. Daniela had a giddy yet curious expression on her face, while Bela seemed as unreadable as ever, if not for a glint in her eyes that betrayed her interest.

"Whatcha dooooing?" Came Daniela's voice, who cocked her head not unlike a curious puppy would while looking at the book's contents.

"Working," Cassandra replied, a slight growl accompanying her words.

"Could've fooled me," Bela spoke from behind the youngest sister, eyeing the hand protectively placed on Nicole's waist.

Cassandra snapped her eyes at the blonde, looking ready to throw her notebook at her head but Bela ignored her sister's ire and addressed Nicole instead.

"What are you studying?"

"I uh- just some basic anatomy concepts. Thought it would be a good idea to start with the things that the older books in the castle don't cover."

Bela only hummed, grabbed an ornate chair nearby, and plopped herself at the desk, opposite from the pair. Daniela mimicked her sister, but instead chose to sit down right by Nicole on the small couch. It took more willpower than she would admit not to glue herself to Cassandra's side when Daniela's face came uncomfortably close so she could look over the book's diagrams. She stood still as a statue though. After a couple seconds of silence and Nicole trying to figure out what she was supposed to do, Daniela drew her head back, looking at her with what was possibly the most serious expression she had seen on the youngest sister.

"You do realize we're not going to hurt you right? How could we lay a finger on our dear sister's lover hmm?"

Nicole's breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure if it was due to the word used to describe her or how Daniela apparently knew that she was utterly terrified of her. Cassandra sighed beside her and, seeming to at least partially read Nicole's thoughts, clarified:

"Your heartbeat."

Oh. Yeah. Yeah her heart was beating a million miles an hour. And apparently the other three vampiric occupants of the room were able to hear it loud and clear. It did very little to ease her mind.

"Please do calm down, it feels like someone is having drumming lessons. Bad ones," Bela complained, head resting in one of her hands like she was already bored.

"Then shove a sock in your ears," Cassandra snapped.

Bela simply leaned back in her seat and stretched her arms above her head. "And risk not hearing my beloved sisters sing along to some pop song?"

Cassandra shut her mouth, a blush now slowly spreading across her cheeks while Daniela burst out into laughter. Even Nicole couldn't help betraying the brunette and letting out a giggle.

"I didn't know you could sing."

"I can't."

"Au contraire dear Cassie! Should I remind you of the last time Dragostea din tei came on the radio? The pathos!" Daniela reached over Nicole's lap to lightly shake her sister's knee through her giggles.

Cassandra only let out a long groan, face now hidden in her palms. "I hate you both."

"Mhm, we love you too," came Bela's reply, accompanied by a chuckle.

Nicole couldn't keep a small laugh while she snaked her arm behind the brunette to show some form of support against the merciless assailants. Maybe not a complete betrayal.

The scene really had something deep within her heart aching beautifully. It reminded her of the countless times she and Alex would mercilessly tease each other, but still have each other's backs through thick and thin. And for this familiarity to come from people that any sane person would consider bloodthirsty monsters? Hell, maybe they should start considering her a monster too, for the only word she could use to describe them in that moment was endearing.

"So," Bela lightly clapped her gloved hands. "Now that your pulse isn't giving me a headache anymore, what are we doing?"

She had a confident smirk on her face, but her eyes betrayed curiosity. Same for Daniela and, although mixed with a hint of annoyance, Cassandra. She opened the book in front of her, one of general human anatomy, and decided that the digestive system would be a good enough starting point.

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Their little impromptu lesson didn't last more than two hours. Two hours that proved to Nicole just how oddly human all three sisters can be. Of course she had gotten familiar with Cassandra, intimately so, but the other two still felt like two looming monsters hiding in the shadows. At least up until now.

Bela seemed oddly intrigued by Nicole's explanation, although unlike Cassandra, she seemed to view it more like a story than anything. Daniela seemed slightly more interested, asking questions here and there and even starting to giggle like a middle schooler when they got to the rectum section. That got an eye roll from the other two. Nicole just laughed, finally understanding Mrs Hawkins, her private biology teacher from before she was allowed to step foot in any public school.

After they were done, Bela simply stood up and bid them good night. Danila instead excitedly proposed the skeletal system for next time and picked up the books she abandoned earlier. Then, with a small tower of tomes she went through a door tucked at the very back of the room. Her study, Cassandra had pointed out as they made their way out of the library.

"I didn't know your sisters were interested in medicine too." Nicole kept her voice low, almost as if talking too loudly would disturb the shadowy hallways.

"More or less. Daniela likes it and has a bit of hands-on practice but she has her nose in romance novels more often than not. Bela finds it interesting but botany is what she really loves. That and classic lit." She added the last part with a grimace and Nicole had to wonder which author had offended her personally.

Before she could continue that train of thought though, her gaze moved to the windows, the cloudless sky beyond thick glass panels full of twinkling stars. Her mind kept going back to a few hours earlier and at what Daniela had said. Lover. Did Cassandra truly see her as one or was the youngest sister just being her over the top self. Did she see Cassandra this way? Nicole had not allowed herself to dwell on that up until now, the idea that the brunette saw her as more than an over glorified lab partner with whom she occasionally scratched an itch seemed almost laughable. But the small gestures of affection shown in ways Cassandra seemed to know best were undeniably there. And the familiar flutter in her chest at each of said gestures was also undeniably there.

"What's wrong?"

Cassandra's voice, accompanied by the slight echo through the empty hallway, snapped Nicole out of her thoughts.

"Oh um- nothing." She sounded as convincing as someone trying to sell you a fork while showing you a spoon.

And Cassandra didn't seem to buy it. She moved in front of the redhead, walking backwards with no concern over possible furniture to collide into along the way.

"You always get this… face when something's bothering you."

"I do not-" the indignation in her tone was weak, little more than an attempt to change the subject.

"Mhmm you do. You normally look focused. Kind of like, if someone tried to scare you by throwing an eyeball at you, you'd laugh." She would. "Now? Now you look like a rabbit that has no time to run and is just laying low hoping whatever's hunting it passes by."

Nicole shut up for a moment, only looking at the brunette in front of her incredulously. Maybe she was far more attentive than she gave her credit for.

"Uh. Just thinking." At a raised dark eyebrow, the no shit went unsaid, so Nicole tried to elaborate. "About earlier. When we were with your sisters and Daniela uh- Daniela called me your lover."

Saying that the words felt awkward on her tongue was close to the year's biggest understatement. It felt like pulling out teeth would be an easier task. Nicole had never been good with her words, having learned since childhood to keep her mouth shut. But the fact that Cassandra seemed to share her struggle brought some semblance of comfort.

"And?" As if they were talking about the weather.

"And… was she right in describing me as such?"

She couldn't help a small gulp when the brunette stopped walking, looking at her with a frown. Any sane person would be at the very least somewhat afraid in this situation. Sanity however was scarce these days as Nicole was afraid, though not of the bodily harm that may come from her inquiry, but rather of Cassandra's answer.

"Nicole, your tongue has been in my mouth." Amongst many other places.

The redhead's cheeks turned a slight shade of crimson and she mumbled for an answer. She wasn't sure how to tell her that sleeping together did not automatically make them lovers. But then again, Cassandra's thoughts remained a mystery more than anything.

Thankfully the brunette took the metaphorical reins of the conversation and stepped forward. She wrapped her hands around Nicole's arms, gentler than one would imagine possible from her, and bent down to whisper no more than an inch away from her ear.

"I'll have you know, I'm not particularly fond of letting anyone I don't deem important touch me. Especially not the way you do."

The words made something flutter in Nicole's chest, an unfamiliar and comforting warmth. Said warmth got chipped away at the slightest bit when Cassandra pulled back to look her in the eyes.

"Should I take it that it's not mutual then?" Cassandra's tone was nonchalant, almost as if she didn't truly care about the answer. She could keep doing whatever she wanted either way, afterall who was going to stop her? But to someone who got familiar with all her small quirks and habits, the waver in her voice was more than clear.

"No." The world slipped from her lips with no hesitation.

No hesitation, because the more she thought about it, and she didn't need to think a lot mind you, the more Nicole realized that she couldn't remember a time when she felt the way she did here. Sure the initial threat of death looming over her head was anything but pleasant, but once that melted into affection and nights spent in Cassandra's arms the thought of leaving didn't as much as graze her mind.

"No, no. It is," she repeated, more certainty making its way into her tone.

At that Cassandra smiled. A small, almost shy one would say if they knew her well enough, smile. Her shoulders seemed to lose some of their tension when she leaned down again, her lips stopping not even an inch away. Nicole wasted no time leaning forward, their mouths meeting in a kiss that mixed softness and need beautifully. Their lips slid against each other until, surprisingly, it was Cassandra to pull back and sigh.

"Come sleep, we have some cutting up to do in the morning."

Nicole frowned. "Tomorrow? Wasn't that supposed to be due in a few days?"

A devilish grin appeared on black lips, fangs shimmering ominously in the low light. "Bela caught a foolish man-thing sneaking around the forest on the castle grounds. She's really excited to turn this one into a nice steak."

The redhead only let out an oh in acknowledgement. Foolish indeed. At least they could finally put into practice a few autopsy tricks Nicole had been itching to show her.

She let herself be guided back to Cassandra's chambers and into her bed, that she had grown intimately familiar with. The last thing she felt before falling asleep was the brunette's cool skin, pressed against her own. A welcomed comfort among the myriad of soft pillows that surrounded them. Nicole wondered briefly if being undead meant it was hard to keep yourself warm, but the thought quickly slipped away as she fell into a dreamless sleep.

#cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #unhinged maiden™ my beloved #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #double edged scalpel #fanfic #the dimitrescu daughters

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What if you caught the eye of all three of your travel companions, but are totally oblivious about it? (Warning : hard competition ahead and dark curse.)

You are part of the group composed of you, Yennefer, Geralt and Jaskier. You are all looking for a witch that is apparently using fairytales to curse the habitants of the city you are currently living in. You stop at the castle of the Duke that lives there that talked about a cave where a dark creature seems to live in.

Who could have guessed that a simple human would be a part of this adventure ? You certainly didn't. And yet, here you are. Sitting among the rich and the self-absorbed members of the Court, wishing that it would all end soon. You ended up in another kingdom with some magical creature causing trouble for the kingdom that was more than happy to accept anyone's help at this point, inviting you all to another boring party. The only entertaining person in the room being Jaskier and his songs that you seem to be the only one truly enjoying them among your little travel group. He always comes to you when inspiration hits him, and you've lost count of how many songs are dedicated to you. You raise your eyes to Jaskier that winks playfully at you while continuing singing and you nearly choke on your drink. Jaskier has been quite flirtatious these last few days..Not that you don't like it..He is handsome and can be quite charming when he wants to be..However, you can't unnotice the way Geralt is glaring at him, his jaw clenched and tightening the hold on his glass to the breaking point. You walk towards him and put your hand on his shoulder.

" Are you alright, Geralt ? You know that he's only trying to have some fun.."

" He's an idiot."

He answers straightaway and you can't help but chuckle at his brutal honesty. Unaware that someone else is watching from afar, Yennifer's eyes hasn't left you from the moment you entered the ballroom. You finally notice her eyes on you and walk away, knowing that she probably wants to talk to Geralt. Indeed, she makes her way to him and you see her lead him in another room, surely to spend the night together..You don't know why, but it hurts somehow..You shake your head vividly to chase those ideas out of your head before making your way to Jaskier that had just finished singing. As soon as he sees you, his smile widens and he nearly runs by your side as you chuckle at his eagerness. However, he frowns slightly as you sigh almost wishfully and sit down next to him.

" Are you okay, my lady ? Is something the matter ?"

He asks worriedly and you bite your lower lip hesitantly before finally admitting.

" I saw Geralt and Yennefer going in a room together..I know that they are lovers, but I sometimes wish that I could have the same thing.."

Jaskier sits down next to you, searching for something to cheer you up. He then takes a handful of white rice and throws it on you. You stand up and are about to ask what he is doing when you see his smile.

" Good for them ! May they have long and happy lives together surrounded by violence and pain ! We'll come to throw some rice at their wedding ! Come on, Y/N. You're far prettier and kinder than this witch ever will be ! Let them have their existence filled with threatening grunts and death glares ! You're worth far more than that !"

You are shocked by getting such high compliments from the bard, but can't help but smile at the end. You even kiss his cheek and whisper.

" Thank you, Jaskier..You're the best travel companion one can have.."

Does he feel his heart tighten when you say those words ? Yes. Is he in love with you ? Probably..Will he ever confess to you ? Probably not. But, if it means spending the rest of his days bathed in your happiness ? Then curse his heart. He would make you laugh and happy until the day he dies..However, he doesn't count on Geralt yanking him suddenly by the collar backwards.

" What do you think you're doing ?!"

He roars angrily while Jaskier stammers.

" We..We were just talking.."

Geralt frowns suspiciously before looking at you for confirmation. But, you're too upset and annoyed to give him an answer.

" What is wrong with you, Geralt ?! Why can't I just do what I wish without you following me wherever I go ?!"

You accuse him and his eyes widen significantly.

" I..I just thought that he was..that you were.."

He tries to speak, but you don't let him. He doesn't deserve to speak. You get Jaskier out of iron grip and glare at him with all the frustration you are feeling.

" That I was what, Geralt ?! Free ?! Free to kiss, to fight, to f*ck who the hell I want ?! Guess not, since I have a white wolf to watch over me every single night ! You know what ?! I'm tired of you ! I wish that we never met !"

His features soften at your words and he seems almost sad for a second before taking back his stern look and turning away with a loud humph.

" The men's room is on the other side. Just wanted to make sure that Jaskier doesn't get lost on the way.."

Jaskier humphs back and hold his head up high to show that he isn't afraid of the white wolf that only eyes him up and down with a small mocking smirk. Geralt then walks away and Jaskier finally slumps in a nearby chair in relief.

" Gosh ! I thought he was going to kill me for a moment.."

You don't hear your friend's worry, frowning at Geralt's back until he disappears among the crowd.

" My lady ?"

Jaskier's voice finally snaps you back to reality as you meet the deep blue eyes of your concerned friend.

" Sorry, Jaskier..It seems that I am more tired than I thought I was.."

Jaskier gives you an understanding smile before yawning.

" It seems we all could use a good rest..Sleep well, my lady."

He kisses your hand to bide you farewell before turning around and walking away. After a moment, you do the same to gain your own room. However, in the middle of the night you hear a loud screech that makes you jump out of bed and run out of your room with sword in hand. Your eyes widen in shock as you see Jaskier and Geralt's room destroyed, only ruins remaining. You clench your teeth and look up to see a winged creature flying away. You run under the pouring rain to catch up with it, but can only watch as it disappears in the dark clouds ahead. You finally stop running to fall to your knees and feel tears running down your cheeks. You look at your hands and let out a raw painful scream. You feel a hand lay on your shoulder and look up to see Yennifer, her hair sticking to the sides of her face because of the rain and her big eyes staring at you with the same sorrow as you. However, she forces herself to smile to reassure you.

" We'll get them back.."

You wipe your tears away and nod before standing up and face the way the winged creature had disappeared. You make a silent promise to retrieve them as you turn around to get your things and start your dragon hunting..

In the cursed caves :

When Jaskier and Geralt wake up, they find themselves tied up and locked up inside a sort of dark cave. Geralt groans before tilting his head backwards.

" Why does it always have to be you ? Always being the parasite of my existence ?"

Jaskier only shakes his head, letting out a small scoff.

" Me ? What did I do this time ?"

Geralt doesn't answer, but bares his teeth and as he remembers how the fool had managed to kiss you..He knows it was nothing more than a peck on the cheek, but it still was your first kiss..He wanted to be the one to have this privilege.

" You know very well what you did.."

He finally utters darkly and Jaskier frowns before thinking of the events of last night..What could have angered the witcher so much ? Suddenly, the realization hits him. He can't help but throw his head back in laughter, hitting the back of Geralt's neck in the process that growls in annoyance at him.

" What is so funny, Jaskier ?! I swear that if we weren't tied up, I would have killed you with my bare hands.."

Jaskier stops laughing before deciding to wind Geralt up even more.

"It's not my fault you broke her heart ! I may have taken her first kiss, but it could have been yours if you had not wasted your time with this purple-eyed witch !"

Geralt feels his patience running thin and tries to break his bounds even more, if only to silence the bard. However, he didn't plan on his wish to come true as he feels his restrains loosen and fall to the floor. Geralt is too stunned to put his threat into execution and Jaskier nearly jumps out of his skin as the door next to him suddenly opens wide, inviting them in. To both of their surprise, Jaskier and Geralt notice the only artefact inside the room: a spinning wheel. Suddenly, the door closes with force behind them, locking them up inside. Geralt tries to force the door open, but to no success. Suddenly, the spinning wheel glows a brilliant blue and both men are hypnotized by the artefact that calls them in, making them approach, all other thought leaving them..

On your way to the caves where the creature was last spotted :

" Looks like it falls upon us to go save the boys."

Yennifer says with a small amused smile, a joke that has the merit of gracing a smile of your own to your face.

" It seems so..It will be a good change from our usual roles of damsels in distress.."

She nods silently in agreement before looking far ahead to the mysterious cave already in sight. Her purple eyes glimmer in the sun and you catch yourself thinking of how beautiful she is. You blush slightly before remembering that she doesn't seem to hold you in her heart, always giving you hostile side glances whenever you would approach Geralt too close.

" Why do you hate me ?"

Her eyes widen perceptibly at your question and she suddenly stops her horse to look at you.

" You think I hate you ?"

She asks, surprised, but also curious. You blush in embarrassment before confessing with your head hanging low in shame.

" I must admit that your feelings are a mystery to me..I never knew what to make of the multiple times I caught you staring at me with something akin to rage..I can assure you that I never intended to put myself between you and Geralt.."

Yennifer lets out a soft wistful sigh before looking at the sea, the waves crashing against the shore and relishing in the feeling of the wind blowing in her hair. It takes a few seconds for her to answer you, making her horse walk once more.

"Jaskier is a fool, but he is good at expressing his feelings. And Geralt always knew how to express them without being lyrical about it..I always envied them for that."

You don't understand until she smiles at you and leans towards you, as if to tell you a secret. You lean in as well and, to your surprise, she only kisses your cheek and smiles before hitting the belly of her horse with her heels, making him run faster before you can make sense of her unpredictable gesture of affection. You touch your cheek with widened eyes before blushing, all over from your ears to your neck. You run after her and only reach her once you are both in front of the entrance of the caves. The darkness inside makes you gulp and forget all about Yennifer's kiss. You look at each other before instantly taking each other's hand to enter. You arrive in a circular room where you see a door leading to a spinning wheel. However, before you can enter the room, Yennifer stops you. You turn towards her with a questioning frown.

" It's magic. Dark magic.."

She answers your silent question and you both get back to the circular room to try to find your companions. Suddenly, you hear a loud distinctive metallic sound, like a sword being dragged on the rocky floor. You turn towards the source of the sound and recognize Geralt, staring at the ground while approaching.

" G..Geralt ?"

You ask tentatively. But he doesn't answer and raises his face up to you. You gasp at his pitch black eyes, blinded by rage and something else. You take out your sword and beg him.

" Please, my friend..Don't make me hurt you.."

The witcher grits his teeths at you and suddenly swings his sword at you. You just have the time to jump to the side.

" Don't ! It's us !"

But Geralt only groans under the weight of his own sword as he raises it in the air to hit you, screaming in rage. He doesn't see you. You don't have any choice but to fight back and kick him in the stomach, sending him flying against a wall. However, it only angers him further and he throws his sword at you. Yennifer protects you by summoning a protection spell. However, a vine encircles your ankle and drags you to another room, separating the both of you. The last thing you hear before the door shuts between you are Yennifer's enigmatic words :

" Y/N ! The magic artefact is a spinning wheel ! Remember the tale of Sleeping Beauty !"

After the door shuts behind you, the vine releases you and you get up, dusting yourself to look around and squint your eyes, trying get used to the surrounding darkness. You seem to be in another part of the cave, but deeper into the mountain and only lit up by a small opening in the ceiling. You groan in frustration before hearing someone else, humming. You get out your sword, ready to face whatever evil spirit inhabits the caves. However, you're surprised to see a familiar face stepping out of the shadows.

" Jaskier ? Is that you ?"

He doesn't answer you. He only continues humming before getting out his luth. To your astonishment, vines shoot up from the ground to hold you in place as he starts singing, his eyes looking around as if he is in front of his usual audience, not even hearing you when you try to talk to him.

"Jaskier ! You've been cursed ! Please !"

He ignores you and starts playing his luth, covering your voice with the sound of his music.

" Let me tell you the tale of lady Y/N of Y/C ! Never was there fairest maiden, searching for adventure and maybe even love ! She traveled the lands and crossed the seas to find herself ! Her head already imagining the world and the secrets she would discover and her heart filled with hope to find the one that would make her feel whole ! Then, she met a bard, a witch and a knight in shining armor ! And, as the tale goes, you may imagine how the three of them took a liking to the fair maiden with fairest heart ! But, the lady, as any maiden, dreamt of knights in shining armors ready to rescue her, ready to promise her countless adventures and wealth in the land of dreams-come-true ! Things that neither the witch or the bard could give her..And here it is, ladies and gentlemen ! As all stories with happy endings go..she chose the knight with eyes of gold and they rode into the sunset, leaving the evil witch and the useless bard behind !"

Your eyes widen and you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you understand who the story is about. You then shout.

"It is not true !"

Jaskier lets out a bitter chuckle as he looks back at you with a dark smile that doesn't reach his eyes, his own tears giving that glassy impression in his eyes, glass on the verge of breaking.

" The irony being that..the bard would have offered her all these things and more, if she had just given him her heart.."

You feel his sorrow and pain as he utters these last words in a whisper.

" I would have given you the world.."

"Jaskier ! Listen to me ! This isn't you ! I can help you ! Let me help you !"

You cry out, holding your hand out for him to grab, hoping that he would listen to you and fight the dark curse. Darkness fills his eyes and he answers you, convinced of your feelings and losing himself to despair.

" It's too late..I know where your heart lies..and it is not with me."

He takes a step back before screaming, feeling the black curse piercing through his heart. The vines holding you loosen and you run to him and wrap your arms around him as you continue to cry. His veins are turning black and he looks up at you with a sad smile.

" Don't cry, Y/N..You're so much prettier when you smile.."

He finally closes his eyes and falls limp in your arms. You shake him, a last desperate attempt to wake him up. You cradle his face and cry out.

"Jaskier ! Fight it ! I beg of you !"

You finally give Yennifer's idea consideration. You remember Sleeping Beauty's tale and the end. You look at Jaskier before whispering in his ear.

"My heart never belonged to someone..The fair maiden's heart will always have a place for whoever her heart beats for.."

You then kiss him softly on the lips and see a blinding light surrounding you. You feel slender fingers make their way to your cheek and lips moving against your own. You open your eyes to gaze into the familiar baby blue ones of Jaskier that smiles tenderly at you.

" My lady..I knew you would come for me.."

You smile back and stand up before helping him up. He nearly falls backwards, but you catch him and steady him. You then look at the door leading to Geralt and Yennifer.

" We don't have much time. We must get out before it is too late. I don't know if Yennifer succeeded in breaking Geralt out of this curse yet.."

Your answer comes by a long painful feminine scream on the other side that shakes you to your core. You both run inside and end up in another part of the caves where you see Geralt with his heavy sword in hand and Yennifer, exhausted on the floor. He is about to cut her in half when you see your lost sword on the floor and grab it just in time to block Geralt's attack. You then shout at Yennifer.

" Why didn't you kiss him ?! You love him ! It should have broken the curse !"

To which she shouts back.

" It didn't work ! He isn't in love with me !"

You frown in incomprehension at her response before kicking Geralt back. However, he predicted it and grabs your leg to flip you to the ground. You cough with the force of the impact that knocks the air right out of your lungs and try to crawl to your sword, but Geralt doesn't let you. He yanks you under him to wrap his hands around your throat. You have trouble breathing and try to make him loosen his grip by scratching his face and arms, but to no avail. Just as you are about to give up, Jaskier crashes his luth on the back of Geralt's head, not enough to make him let go, but enough to give you time to take a gulp of air and pull Geralt by the neck, crashing your lips together. The same blinding light occurs and Geralt suddenly collapses on top of you. You are crushed under his weight and gasp for air. Jaskier and Yennifer move Geralt from on top of you and you stand up to cough and try to catch your breath. You look up at the both of them and you smile at each other, thinking that it's finally over..However, you hear a familiar roar and look up to see the winged creature come in by the opening you had seen earlier. Jaskier, Yennifer and you immediately close the door and stand in front of it, trying to keep the beast inside. However, its beak manages to pierce the door and you all have to jump out of the way just as it breaks down the door. You grab your sword once more, ready to fight when you see that the strange creature is made of..vines ?! You try to cut it, but the vines grow right back. Suddenly, Yennifer has an idea and shouts.

" Jaskier ! Go get the needle of the magic spinning wheel !"

" What ?! The one that cursed us ?! Are you crazy ?!"

He answers, looking at the spinning wheel with terror in his eyes. However, Geralt, that had woken up during the attack, runs towards it and gets it. Just at that moment, the creature bites down on your arm and you scream in pain.

" Throw it ! Now !"

Yennifer yells and Geralt does as told, he throws it in the air and Yennifer uses her magic to pierce the monster with it. The creature opens its beak and shrieks its final sound before falling apart into ashes. You fall to the floor and hiss in pain, holding your bloody arm and your companions surround you. Yennifer closes her eyes and heals you with magic. However, you don't wake up and they all worry. Geralt decides to carry you bridal style out of the caves and they all come back to the castle.

A few days later :

You still haven't woken up and your companions take turns to watch over you. They don't want to give up, even though most of the healers they've consulted said that there is no chance you ever recover. They tried to kiss you, wondering if the curse was still at play, but none of them succeeded. The three of them look at you with tears in their eyes, not ready to say goodbye yet..

" Come on..Wake up, Y/N.."

Yennifer begs your sleeping form and kisses your hand. Geralt leans in and strokes your cheek tenderly, looking at you with more love than he has ever looked at anyone with before. His golden eyes making a mental picture of your face before taking a strand of your hair and kissing it.

" You have to wake up. There are many more adventures that awaits us.."

Finally, as Jaskier faces you, he can't hold back his tears as he whispers.

" I love you..my fair maiden.."

Suddenly, words that you had uttered to him when he was on the verge of suffering from the same fate come back to him.

"The fair maiden's heart will always have a place for whoever her heart beats for.."

He mutters before looking back at the two other people present, an idea surging in his mind. Geralt tilts his head to the side in silent confusion while Yennifer looks straight at him quizzically.

" Hold her hands.."

He says and both, out of ideas and ready to go with whatever is Jaskier's idea just to see you wake up, obey. Jaskier then looks back at your sleeping face and silently prays.

" Please..Make it work.."

He kisses your forehead and, suddenly, the same bright light surrounds them. Slowly, your eyes open and you frown as you see your three companions looking at you with shock and relief.

" Hum..Hi ?"

They all break into laughter as you stare at them as if they lost their mind, lost and confused. However, after warm embraces and a long explanation, you finally understand and smile at your companions.

" Thank you, my friends.."

They all seem to freeze at the appellation, but you don't notice it and turn towards Jaskier with one last question.

" Hum..Jaskier, what made you think that you all needed to be present to free me ?"

Jaskier smiles enigmatically before answering with a shrug, as if the answer in obvious.

" It's because of what you said. The fair maiden's heart will always have a place for whoever her heart beats for..I understood that a heart can hold more than one person. Your kiss both freed me and Geralt. I just used my wonderful brain.."

"A miracle.."

Yennifer interrupts him with a mocking smirk and Jaskier glares daggers at her before continuing.

"..And I came to the conclusion that you hold all three of us in your heart. So, you needed the presence of all three that your heart holds dearest to make you whole. We all had to kiss you, which we did and it lifted the curse !"

Jaskier beams with pride at his finding and you smile and nod gratefully at him.

" Thank you, Jaskier. You saved me. You all.."

You suddenly freeze as something just clicks in your mind. You blush a little as you understand that they had kissed you. They all had. And from what Jaskier had just said, your heart..Oh boy..You finally look at them in embarrassment and Yennifer is the first to reach your thoughts. She puts her chin on the palm of her hand, looking at you with a knowing smirk before teasing you.

"Friends, huh ?"

You bury your face in your blankets to hide your flushed face. Both men look at each other and nod before reaching for the covers and pull them away from your body. You yelp and Geralt chuckles as he doesn't remember ever hearing you "yelp" before. Jaskier puts his hands on his hips and flashes you a confident grin.

" Oh no, my lady ! You've been in bed for far too long and we've got a lot more adventures to share ! Now, the first task you'll have to get over with, is admitting your undying feelings for me !"

Geralt frowns disapprovingly at Jaskier before hitting him on the back of the head.

" Don't be cocky, Jaskier."

Yennifer snorts at the bard that only humphs in fake offense before leaving the room.

"And stop pressuring her. For now, we've got dragons to slain and people to rescue ! Lady Y/N ?"

Both Yennifer and Geralt give you their hand to help you out of bed and, after a moment, you smile widely at the both of them before taking their hands.

"You’re right ! Let us go !"

You know deep down that your feelings for your three companions are real, and that you'll have to admit them at some point. But, for now, you're happy to just keep chasing adventures by their sides and love them the best way you know how; by protecting them. Even more now that you know that they'll do the same for you..

#geralt of rivera #jaskier #yennifer #imagine #fanfic #fandoms #the witcher

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