#geralt of rivia x oc

[rileytwenty]

Her Price

(Geralt x OC)

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

Summary: Former brothel worker, Mary, is traveling with Geralt and Jaskier. In an attempt to contribute more to the group, she does something rash that forces a confession out of Geralt. Big angst.

TW: prostitution, rough/low-key abusive sex, bite marks/bruises/hickies left from said sex, dom! male, arguing, swearing

Mary had joined Geralt and Jaskier on their journey about a month ago. Since then, the trio had fallen into a nice rhythm. At each town they visited, Mary’s job was one she completed while the boys waited on the edge of town. First, she would go into the market and use her “charms” (breasts) to persuade the merchants to give her a discounted price for any supplies they needed.

Next up was the inn, where she would flirt her way into getting the innkeeper to give her and her “friends” a cheaper rate. Only then, once prices were negotiated low enough, would the boys come into town. This system worked without a hitch nine times out of ten.

Occasionally, the innkeep would be too upset by her friends turning out not to be a couple more pretty women –one of them was a Witcher, for fuck’s sake– and he’d kick them out. Though, this had only happened a few times, and Mary has become careful to use more vague language about her travel companions.

Geralt would go out and fulfill any contracts whilst Jaskier performed at the local inn or tavern.This is where they got their coin from.

Sometimes, Mary’s job would also include patching up Geralt after a bad run-in with a creature. She knew a fair bit about fixing injuries, seeing as her mother had been her town’s Healer growing up. Before she died, that is, and Mary was forced to join a brothel to keep off the streets.

As disgusted as people were about her profession, she didn’t mind it much. Sex never meant anything to her except for a steady income.

If she was being honest, she was more grateful for the sense of adventure she received from traveling with the pair than she was for the opportunity to leave the brothel.

Just an hour ago, they’d arrived at a small town in Velen, and the usual plan was going swimmingly. Mary had gotten all necessary supplies with coin to spare, and had negotiated their stay at the inn for nearly half price! A new record for her. Excited to share the news, she went and retrieved Geralt and Jaskier from the outskirts of town.

“Good job! What did you do, sleep with him?” Jaskier joked, throwing an arm around her shoulders in celebration.

Mary was mildly uncomfortable at the insinuation, and it made her think: did he silently want her to? She could probably get the price even lower if she did. Truthfully, she didn’t do a whole lot of the heavy-lifting, and maybe this was Jaskier commending her for what he thought was her finally pulling her weight. However, she didn’t get a chance to be uncomfortable for more than a moment, because in typical Jakier fashion, he just kept talking.

“Damn, Mary. I think that’s your best bargain yet! You hear that Geralt? We have coin enough for all the ale we can drink! Mary, will you drink, too? You never do, and I find it quite strange. Of course, if you don’t want to…”

She had learned to tune out his ramblings after a week or so. He hardly ever sought a reply, and a simple humm sufficed when he did.

After tying up Roach, they finally meandered into the inn. The innkeeper merely laughed at the sight. “You’re one tricky lady, you know.”

“Oh, thank you, sir. I do try.” Mary took a small but dramatic bow.

The three of them all headed to their separate rooms to put away their belongings.

Geralt quickly headed off to fulfill a drowner contract, leaving Jaskier to make some coin downstairs.

Mary had no job left to do, and she was starting to feel useless; Jaskier’s joke had wedged itself into her thoughts.

How much did she contribute, really? Enough to not put a strain on the two? They had been awfully tired lately, the both of them.

Guilt overwhelmed her. Of course, they were too decent of men to actually ask her to sell her body, but perhaps it had been an expectation all along, or the reason they brought her along in the first place — the thought of more coin, and free inn visits. Had she been a burden, not using her skillset to provide for the group the way they did?

Geralt was always saying that he needed new armor, or supplies to upgrade what he had, but it was too far out of their price range. She considered the idea of him being able to better defend himself if only they had more money. Increased coin meant a decrease in his injuries.

Well, it was decided. She needed to start making as much coin as the other two did.

There was no brothel in this town, so no one would see her as competition if she went downstairs and did some business.

Most men in the town lived there and didn’t really travel, she had discovered through talking with a few. Some were married, but quite a few were single or waiting for a girl to reach maturity.

If they liked the young ones, she could accommodate. She knew how to look up through her lashes and act a little dumb.

After making her way around the room, swaying to Jaskier’s music, she finally spotted her target. He was looking at her almost predatorily, and his clothing quality told her he had the money she needed.

She approached, a sadness in her glossy eyes as she took a seat right beside him.

“Hello, missy.”

“Hi.” She made her voice nice and sweet and sent him a smile.

“You alright, there? Lookin’ awfully distraught.” He noted, turning in his chair to face her.

“Mm-hmm. ‘M fine.” She let a tear fall.

“Don’t give me that crap, sweetheart. Tell me the truth.” He was commanding it of her, his pupils large in satisfaction.

She sniffled. “It’s just… it’s… I don’t want to complain, I-“

“Honey, it’s okay. You can tell me.”

She stared at him with her big doe eyes before relenting.

“It’s my ma. She’s sick. I’ve been trying to make enough money for her medicine, but it’s so hard, trying to make coin around here. I’m not strong enough to help on the farms, and I-“ She let her voice crack.

“Oh, it’s alright.” He rubbed her back, but it was awfully low to be comforting.

“I don’t know what to do.”

He paused to think while she wiped her eyes. “Well, I could help you out.”

“Really?” She shot her head up in excitement. “Thank you, I-“

“But not for free.”

Exactly as she foresaw, word for word.

“W-What do you mean? I don’t have anything to trade, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, we’ll come to an agreement, I’m sure. You have a room here?”

“Uh-huh.”

He tsked at her. “Use your words, now.” She wrote that in her brain for later, it would certainly come in handy.

“Yes. Yes, I do. The third one on the left is mine.”

“Good.” He placed his hand on her jaw in encouragement. “Let’s head up there, shall we?”

Faking her virginity had always been easy, especially when she was younger and could tell men who were passing through that it was her first day on the job. Now, she had to lie a little more complexly, but it still wasn't hard.

The man had surprising stamina, and they went for at least three hours. Long enough for Geralt to come back.

He and Jaskier shared their evening experiences as they trudged up to their rooms. The noises from down the hall stopped them both abruptly.

“Who’s in there with her?” Jaskier asked quietly.

“I don’t know! You’re the one who’s supposed to have been with her all evening!”

“I saw her flirting with quite a few of the men. However, I didn’t know she took one to bed.”

Geralt was shocked to hear this— Jask knew of his feelings for her.

His tone was piercing, “And you just let her?”

Jaskier turned to his companion with his brows raised. “Let her? She’s not a child, Geralt. She may sleep with whoever she pleases.”

“I-“

“And don’t you complain about those feelings of yours. You’ve had plenty of opportunity to express them, and you’ve been too chicken shit. These are the consequences.”

Jaskier was done with Geralt’s emotionally-constipated bullshit and slammed the door to his room.

Geralt’s hearing was superior to most, meaning that he could hear every sound escaping her lips.

So many times had he imagined those sounds, had he prayed that he’d get to hear them. Now that they rung upon his ears, he hated it.

He wanted to draw those beautiful moans out of her. Not some Velen low-life who would be too wrapped up in his own pleasure to truly care about hers.

He didn’t mean to keep listening, but he was frozen with indecision. Though, the more he did, he could hear the slight inflection in her tone that indicated the fakeness of these sounds. She was incredibly good at hiding it, but it was there.

Why was she in bed with this man if she was not enjoying herself? He had to remind himself of Jaskier’s words. If she wanted to stop it, she would.

He couldn’t take another minute of hearing their bodies collide, thus he stormed out of the inn. He couldn’t sleep next to that.

Instead, he found himself in the stables with Roach. She was giving him a look as though she knew the situation, and was judging him for it.

“Fuck off, I know.”

He couldn’t be mad at Mary, he really couldn’t. He had given her no inclination of his desire for her. She was completely unaware of the pain she was causing him. It was not her fault. The only person to blame here was himself.

He would tell her in the morning, he decided. She would never sleep with anyone but him again. She would never feel the need to, he would make sure of that.

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In the morning, Mary woke up sore and bruised. The man —whom she never learnt the name of, as he preferred “sir”— had been a rougher man than she’d taken him for. He liked to see her cry.

Nothing she couldn’t handle, but still draining. All in all, it was not one of her favorite nights.

However, she didn’t mind it so much after finding the large sack of coin on her nightstand, far more than she expected, and definitely enough for Geralt to buy new armor with.

She squealed in glee, dressing herself and packing up quickly. When she exited her room, Jaskier was just about to knock.

“Oh, Jask. Good morning!”

His eyes widened at the sight of her skin littered in marks. “Jesus, Mary! Did he do that to you?”

She followed his line of vision down to her chest, arms and neck, only now noticing how bad it looked. “Oh, God. I look like the whoriest whore around.” She tugged on her coat, despite it being a humid, late-spring day.

“Doesn’t that hurt? Mary-“

“Please, Jask. This is nothing. I’ve had men do far worse. Anyway, where’s Geralt?”

Jaskier hesitated to respond, but eventually let her drop the subject.

“He left yesterday, haven’t seen him since.”

“Left? To go where?”

“Away, I’d guess. You were pretty loud last night.”

Mary scoffed. “Oh, please. I’ve seen him sleep in a roaring tavern before.”

Jaskier only shrugged, not finding anything to say that wouldn’t reveal what was Geralt’s to tell her.

She shoved past him to go find the witcher. With Jaskier in tow, she stepped outside. Where would he have gone? Not far, likely.

“Geralt?” She called.

It took him a minute to get to his feet, but he soon emerged from the stables.

“Mary, I have something to tell you-“

“No, Geralt, you listen! We spent coin on that room, and you decided not to sleep in it because of a little noise next door? I doubt it’s something you’ve never heard before, and now you’re going to be complaining about your back for days. Seriously, you couldn’t just cover your head with a pillow?”

He was astounded. “It… wasn’t the noise keeping me awake.”

“Whatever, it hardly matters now.” She was determined to get back on track with her joy. “Here,” she thrust the sack of money at him, “When I was out yesterday, I saw an armorer by the market. I stopped in to see if anything was cheap, and they had the supplies to upgrade your Griffin armor. Expensive, of course, but not a problem now! Or you could wait until the next town, see what they have. Up to you.”

Both Jaskier and Geralt were puzzled, but then in a moment it clicked.

“Mary… where did you get that?” Jaskier was walking on eggshells with the tension floating around.

She was growing offended by the expression they both wore. “I’ll give you one guess.”

No guesses were needed. They knew.

Geralt spoke. “Look, there’s no judgment from me. You’re welcome to sleep with whomever you please. It’s just-“ He was struggling, he always had trouble expressing things like this, “I want to be the only man in bed with you.”

Mary blinked. Once, twice. “What?”

He couldn’t look her in the eye. “I should have said something before. I lacked courage, and that’s on me. If you don’t feel the same-“

“I do. Feel the same.” He didn't mind her interrupting this time.

“You do?”

“Mm-hmm.” She was smiling so widely she was at risk of her face cracking open.

Officially breaching a grin, he pulled her to him by the hips.

Cupping his face, she brought his lips down to hers. She was so indescribably happy to be held by him that she smiled through the kiss.

His arms roamed up her sides and back, and as his hand slid across a bite mark on her shoulder blade, she flinched.

Geralt pulled away, looking into her eyes for answers.

“It’s fine, sorry.” She dismissed, leaning in to return to the kiss, though he didn't allow it.

A glance at Jaskier’s concerned face confirmed to him that she was injured. “Mary, are you hurt?” He moved to take her coat off to get a better look, but she stepped back.

“It’s alright, nothing that won’t heal up in a few days.”

He looked to Jaskier, as Mary was clearly not going to discuss it.

“Jaskier, don’t you say a fucking word. It’s none of his business. None of yours, either.”

Geralt only had to glare at Jaskier for him to crack and jump behind the witcher. “Sorry, Mary, but he scares me more. When I walked into her room this morning I saw that she was covered with… marks, of all kinds, from her… erm, nighttime activities.”

“Marks? From- Mary, did he do something to you?”

“Nothing I didn’t agree to. The cruel ones are rare, but they always pay the best. Worth it, I’d say.”

Geralt shut his eyes, willing his feelings down. “Show me.”

She didn’t want to, for worry that he would think differently of her. “Why, so you can humiliate me? Call me a whore?”

“No. I just want to see.”

Sighing, she pulled off her coat. He was going to think of her what he was going to think of her, it was really up to him.

Geralt was transfixed with every spot on her skin. Bruises in the shapes of hands, crescent shaped indents from fingernails, scrapes, teeth imprints. He gently grazed his hands over them.

“Why would you let him do this?” He was full of sorrow. She had allowed someone to hurt her, “For what? Coin? We had plenty.”

“I suppose it was foolish. I felt like I had to contribute something, to earn us money the way you two do, but sex is my only skill.”

“Mary.” So much emotion pushed into one word. Defeat, mostly. He’d failed to make her feel taken care of.

Geralt was too overcome with emotion, so Jaskier took over. “I wish you’d have spoken to one of us. We’re doing fine, you didn’t need to do this to yourself. You’re contributing perfectly well, getting us those bargains at the markets and inns. Saving coin is just as good as making it.”

Geralt’s eyes were still staring into space, but he spoke. “I’m so sorry, that you thought you had to accept that man’s abuse for money. In future, I’ll take more contracts.“

“Geralt, no. The whole point of me wanting to buy that armor was that I wanted you as safe as possible. Which, with you being a witcher and all, I know isn’t much, but armor is crucial to your fighting style. Better armor means less injuries for you.”

“Promise me, you’ll never let this happen to you again.”

She looked into his eyes, which still couldn’t focus on her, and saw the pain. The regret, the guilt.

“Okay, I promise.” She grabbed his hands in hers, drawing his attention back to her. “The only hands on me from now on will be yours.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lightly so as to not disturb her bruises. She looped hers around his neck.

Geralt was still distraught. “You won’t regret it, I swear.”

She wanted to lighten the mood. “Oh, you’re that good, huh?”

Geralt let her cheer him up. “Being a witcher does have its perks.”

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[juliaswickcrs]

BOOK COVERS :: BLOODLINE ( the witcher s1 - s3 )

Kiana of Cintra was a failure.  She failed at producing magic the way her sister had, she failed at being the princess her mother wanted, and when the time came to save her niece from the hands of Nilfgaard she had failed at that too.  Queen Calanthe had charged her own daughter with the safety of Pavetta’s child and Kiana had lost her amongst the madness and chaos of Cintra’s fall.  A chaos her mother had spent trying to help her daughters master after that fateful feast.  Kiana of Cintra was a failure. but Kya the Woodwitch was not.  Kya provided the people of Novigrad with their herbal remedies and soothing cures. Kya smiled and shared stories with the merchants decorating their tables and selling their wares.  It was Kya who healed them with what little magic she possessed, and it was Kya who took in the Witcher and his Bard when they’d been injured.  Kya who froze instantly upon hearing the name Geralt of Rivia.  Kya, who was now forced to return to the life she’d known before the fall, as the Witcher and his Bard escort her back to Cintra in the hopes of passing her off as the missing Princess Kiana to earn their coin.  The meeting feels more like chance than anything, but the threads of destiny are at work, drawing Geralt of Rivia and Kiana of Cintra closer together than ever before. 

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[cas-kingdom]

'Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers'. xx

Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers. Of course, he was three years, a lot of love, and a slight case of separation anxiety too late in remaking that decision, but the thought regularly crossed his mind when he returned to Kaer Morhen for the winter each year.

“What’s that bitter look on your face for?” Lambert asked. He sounded genuine, seemingly disregarding the fact he was holding a pocket knife in one hand and a fistful of blonde curls in the other as he stared at Geralt in utter confusion.

Geralt stared between his brother and the little girl sat on the floor, chewing on a medallion, surrounded by more hair than was left on her head, not that she looked to care at all.

“She had curls,” Geralt said slowly, eyes lingering a little reminiscently on the child before snapping back up to glower at Lambert.

Lambert frowned darkly. He wouldn’t let anyone criticise his work, and he proved so with the clicking of his jaw and the hand—scissor included—that came to sit against his hip. “Your point?”

“Now she doesn’t,” Geralt stated the obvious. He bit his tongue to refrain from provoking Lambert and took one large step forward until he could kneel beside Akela and sift his hand through her hair...or lack thereof. 

Lambert scoffed. “She has loads of hair. Don’t be fucking dramatic.”

"I thought we agreed to lower the profanities when the baby’s around,” Eskel said matter-of-factly once he’d entered the room. There was an irking grin on his face as Lambert stuck a middle finger in his direction.

“Fuck off. Geralt thinks I haven’t done a good job with her hair.”

Eskel stopped beside Lambert and looked at Akela, still munching on the medallion. True to Lambert’s words, Geralt did seem to be as distressed as his witcher-persona would let on, ruffling the child’s hair this way and that, brushing off cut pieces on her shoulders and shaking the stray strands that had escaped into her tunic.

Lambert had...done an interesting job. They’d all agreed that Akela had needed a haircut, her beautiful curls growing to such a vision-obscuring length that she’d toddled into a wall just yesterday, but Geralt had unwaveringly insisted that it be a trim. Nothing more, nothing less. Just enough to return her eyesight.

The witcher was far too attached to Akela’s mighty mane, having heard from someone once that most babies’ curls lost their bounce and strength as they grew older. Even with Lambert’s barber skills, Akela still had a good amount atop her head, but apparently that was not enough to tide Geralt over.

“It looks fine,” Eskel said with a small shrug, assuring both Lambert and Geralt.

Lambert grinned. “See! I’m wasted at Kaer Morhen. Should be going around charging people to cut their hair. Isn’t that right, brat, huh?” He dropped the scissors and bent down, swinging the giggling girl up into his arms and leaving Geralt stooped below. 

Once Lambert had left, proclaiming he was going to show the others his handiwork, Eskel put a hand between Geralt’s shoulder blades, the both of them silent for a mere second before—

“Would you like a moment to mourn, brother?”

Geralt scowled and batted Eskel’s hand away as he stood to his feet. He pressed his lips into a thin line at the sight of the hairy massacre below, breaking his gaze only when Eskel laughed and clapped him on the back, pulling him away in the direction Lambert had gone.

“It’s just hair, Geralt,” he said, “it’ll grow back.”

Geralt hummed. “Let’s hope Lambert has the same optimism when I cut his off while he sleeps tonight.”

Witcher Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

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[eddysocs]

Meeting Ciri (Geralt Of Rivia x OC)

Summary: Laraya finally meets the legendary Ciri, who has taken up so much of Geralt's time and energy.

Word Count: 627

Warnings: Some angst/jealousy

Laraya's entrance into the dimly lit tavern was accompanied by the soft creaking of the heavy wooden door. Her eyes, sharp and perceptive even in the dim light of the indoors, quickly scanned the room until they locked onto the figure sitting at the corner table. Geralt. And with him, the infamous Princess Cirilla.

As Geralt rose from their table, presumably to fetch himself another ale, Laraya approached with her usual self assured stride. Yet she couldn't deny the sense of expectation that hung between both her and Ciri. Geralt had spoken of Ciri often and always with a mix of protectiveness and pride in his voice. Now that she was finally face to face with the young girl, Laraya couldn't help but feel a twinge of uncertainty.

Ciri nursed a mug between her hands, staring into the dark liquid within and only looked up when Laraya pressed her hands to the table and leaned in, trying to get a proper look at her. Though they’d never met before, a flicker of realization crossed Ciri's face before she composed herself. She must have discerned who she was based off of Geralt's description, or at least decided that she didn’t pose a threat. Foolish mistake. She could very much be a threat if she had the mind to. Laraya offered a polite nod, her lips curving into a what she hoped was a cordial smile. "Ciri, right? Geralt has told me a lot about you."

Ciri's response was measured, her expression guarded. "Likewise, I'm sure."

Geralt made his way back to the table in time to catch Ciri's rather curt response. "Ciri," Geralt chastised, like he would any young child in his charge, Laraya supposed. Their exchange had held a polite veneer, but Geralt detected a tension beneath it. Laraya took a seat opposite Ciri, as Geralt took his former place beside her. Meanwhile, Laraya's eyes never left the young girl's face.

As they engaged in small talk, Laraya maintained a façade of friendliness. Geralt hadn’t said as much, but she knew that he’d hoped they’d get on. She inquired about Ciri's experiences, her training with Geralt, and the adventures they'd shared that brought them here. Yet, with each answer, Laraya found herself mentally gauging the depth of her connection to Geralt.

Ciri, in turn, responded with a what could pass for openness, but —no stranger to secrets herself— Laraya could tell Ciri had walled off the most crucial parts of her story. She spoke vaguely of her past, the trials she had faced, and the times she'd shared with Geralt. Laraya listened attentively, masking her true feelings beneath partially feigned interest.

As the conversation progressed, Laraya couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that Ciri was more than just a passing figure in Geralt's life. The girl's presence seemed to carry an undeniable weight. Despite her efforts to be civil, Laraya couldn't fully suppress her subtle feeling of discomfort. Ciri's bond with Geralt was evident, and it sparked a flicker of jealousy within Laraya, a sentiment she hadn't anticipated.

The evening wore on, and the tension in the tavern lingered like an unspoken challenge. Laraya wondered if Geralt could feel it too. When she finally excused herself, she bid Ciri a polite farewell, hoping it would convince Geralt that they’d bonded. As she stepped out into the cool night air, she couldn't shake the unease that settled in her chest.

Walking away from the tavern, Laraya knew that Ciri's presence had introduced a new layer of complexity into her relationship with Geralt. The path ahead seemed uncertain, and their first encounter hadn’t gone over entirely well, but first impressions aren’t always lasting ones. She was sure their paths would cross again, either way. Until then, Laraya thought. Until then.

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[titlemewickedwonderland]

Shift My World: Prologue (The Witcher Fanfic)

Summary: Shifting is all grand and dandy for those who believe in it. Does it work? Who knows! Some people say it does while others don't, perhaps it's just something in the mind. Olivia Watson found the truth behind it as she transfers herself into the world of The Witcher one night after a drunken movie night with her friends! Only she wasn't expecting to get stuck there and worse off...she didn't expect to love them as much as she did.

Prompt: In honor of Henry Cavill who no longer will be with us on The Witcher as Geralt of Rivia after season 3. I have decided to take my ongoing story from Wattpad to share with you guys!

Wonderland Workshop

The doorbell rang exactly at 8:30 PM on the dot. The sound was followed by the excited barking of her large and intimidating-looking wolfdog Killua named after one of her favorite anime characters from Hunter X Hunter.  The large beast damn near big enough to ride was standing up on his back legs barking at the door as his claws attempted to tear the white wooden frame down to get to the person behind the obstacle. She placed the hot pocket she had just finished taking from the microwave down quickly on the counter as if it burned her and rounded the corner of her small kitchen; her clumsy self hitting her hip on the counter edge on her way making her clutch her side with a very unladylike curse as she stumbled her way towards her apartment door. Grabbing the thick black leather of her mutt's collar she pulled with all her strength until Killua dropped down to all four paws allowing her to sidle her way to the door to unlock the deadbolt and chain. Throwing the door open she was greeted by the sight of a bundled mass of a human figure carrying multiple bags in each hand. 

"Bloody hell Liv, Killua's going to give me a heart attack one of these days! I swear he's damn near to breaking down your front door." a female's breathy voice spoke up in a puff from under the wrap of her scarf. 

Olivia's good-natured laugh ended in a snort as she reached out to grab the bags from her best friend's gloved hands replying with a jovial "Oh he's just excited to see you is all!" 

The twinkle in her blue eyes told her that probably wasn't the full truth. Killua was a wolfdog mutt after all and his loyalty dynamic with Olivia meant certain death by mutilation at his jaws if it came to it. Of course, it wasn't like McKenzie was a stranger to the apartment so the wolfdog was indeed just excited to see a familiar visitor; one that neither he nor his owner had seen for a good two weeks. As McKenzie toddled her way inside and began unraveling herself, she plopped her thick winter's clothing on the entry bench by the door all the while the large beast sniffed eagerly at her pant pockets as if searching for something. Mckenzie laughed as she finished unwrapping her scarf and set it aside before digging into her pocket to pull out a ziplock baggy that contained some beef jerky inside that she'd saved especially for the large dark gray mass sniffing at her. 

"Is this what you were searching for handsome boy?" she cooed as she knelt and picked out a piece. She was not scared as the dog licked at her fingers that held the treat right before his rather large teeth opened just wide enough to snatch the beef stick from her hands and scuttle off to his bed in the corner of the living room to eat it. 

Olivia smiled watching before wrapping her arms around her red-headed best friend. "I've missed you so much! How was the trip to visit your family in Lousiana?" she asked into her friend's shoulder as they stood in the front hallway hugging and swaying to unheard music. 

"It was good up until Aunt Grace decided she wanted to get me to know the man next door that just moved in." McKenzie laughed rolling her eyes before letting go of her friend and looking around the apartment.

"Where's Kason?" she asked frowning realizing that it was far too quiet than it normally was. 

Olivia snorted and went to the kitchen around the corner to grab them a glass of wine as she explained. "Well, Kason is out on his 3rd date this week. I swear that man is just in it for the D," she said with a fond shake of her head. 

The laughter that came from McKenzie was contagious and the two of them began laughing at just the image of Kason out on the prowl to get himself some dick. Olivia sighed as she poured herself a glass of wine after sliding over one for McKenzie and brushed a strand of silky black hair from her face. Staring down into the dark liquid of the red wine she said softly with a bit of rueful toner in her voice. "At least someone is getting a dick around here. I swear my luck with men sucks!" 

McKenzie raised a sympathetic brow as she sipped her wine and was about to say something when her green eyes lit up excitedly and she set her glass down with a little clink as she began rummaging through the crinkly grocery bags and moments later she said in triumph. "That's okay because I got your favorite ice cream, M&M's, of course, the ones with peanuts in them because it's more fun to eat. I also had to get some strawberry Twizzlers that you like because your crazy ass doesn't like the cherry version; I got myself the cherry kind because no best friend shall eat Twizzlers alone, it's like a rule or something. Oh, and of course sour gummies of all sorts of shapes; honestly I probably should have gotten you a new toothbrush too for how much your teeth are going to need it after tonight." she laughed as she settled all the items on the small kitchen counter. 

Olivia's eyes lit up excitedly and she reached for a packet of gummies but her hand was slapped away playfully "Nuh-uh! Not until we start the TV series! Although, feel free to grab a drink. I didn't know what you'd like so I sort of just raided the energy drink aisle and the alcohol aisle." the redhead pointed to the other bag on the counter.

Olivia smiled fondly. Only McKenzie would raid every aisle for the darndest things that would make her happy. Olivia and McKenzie were best friends since 1st grade when they met during a fight over something she couldn't even remember. It was funny because the raven and the redhead had a love-hate relationship up until 3rd grade after Olivia's dad passed away due to cancer; they'd been best friends and glued to the hip ever since. Even when Olivia was 16 and McKenzie moved away from her into another city they kept in touch and would go see each other every summer up until Olivia went to college where she finally reunited with her best friend. It'd been 5 years since then and at age 26 they were living their best single lives together like they always said they'd do. Only now though instead of it being the two of them it was the three of them when you added Kason a 30-year-old man who was the gayest gay man you will ever meet. But he was such a sweetheart and loved both Olivia and McKenzie like his younger sisters. He'd first met Olivia when she answered his Facebook ad for a roommate for an apartment he was renting since his last one ended badly and he needed help paying rent. From there it was history; it had been the three of them ever since. 

"Is Kason coming back anytime soon? Like should we order in some take-out and wait to start the show?" McKenzie asked breaking Olivia from her thoughtful walk down memory lane. 

The raven looked down at her phone for the time and raised a brow thoughtfully. "He actually should be coming in any-" her sentence was cut off by the sound of keys in the lock rattling. 

A moment later the door opened and slammed shut with an exasperated looking man standing there unwrapping a scarf from his neck. His dark skin was glistening with melting snowflakes from the snow outside and if his skin was not dark chocolate brown his nose would have been red as a cherry no doubt. The short man waltzed into the kitchen seeing the two women and looked like a dramatic overly tired diva and a look on his face that screamed 'I am so done!'. One look at that face and Olivia refilled her half-empty glass of wine and held it out for their best friend who gratefully took it and swallowed half of it in one go like a thirsty man in a desert. 

"I cannot believe the audacity of men these days! No wonder you are single!" Kason exclaimed as he set the glass down with a clink. 

"What on earth happened Kase?" McKenzie asked frowning as she grabbed the tub of ice cream from the fridge she'd just put in minutes before and grabbed a large spoon before sliding the container towards the black man. 

Kason grabbed the sliding container and dug himself a large spoonful of cookie dough ice cream and shoved it in his mouth as he explained looking offended and shocked at the same time. "This man seriously had the balls to ask if I was freaking trans! Me trans? Honey, I even offered to drop my pants right there and then at the restaurant for his audacity because he said my voice was so high and because the outfit I wore screamed trans...bitch what?! Like, I found this man on Grindr for fucks sake; what else was he expecting? Some 6-foot bodybuilder with a monster cock who wants to be called daddy?" he waved the spoon around in the air looking like a pure diva.

Olivia nearly choked on her wine as she took back her glass and sipped at it before she shook her head giving her roommate a look of sympathy but one that spoke volumes that she thought the situation was hilarious. McKenzie on the other hand had no problem with laughing; having to hold herself up on the counter just to be able to stand up as her body wracked with laughter. Kason rolled his eyes and snatched Olivia's glass of wine before he chugged the rest of it down and grudgingly grabbed the glass bottle of wine left over and poured himself another drink. 

"Anyways, I'm done with men. Tonight, I'm sticking to a girls night in; speaking of what the fuck are we watching? Better be no chic flick bullshit." he said as he swiped the tub of ice cream from the countertop and stalked into the living room to plop his butt on the sofa. 

Killua raised his head from where he lay on the carpet to look at the man before giving a little groan and closing his eyes to relax for the rest of the night. The girls joined him moments later with the bags of goodies in tow and refilled glasses in hand as they all gathered together on the sofa to cuddle and watch TV. 

"It's called The Witcher. It's a new TV series that just came out. I heard it's really good. Got great comments, reviews, and is one of the topmost seen shows on Netflix so far." McKenzie said as she grabbed the remote to turn the flat-screen TV on. 

"Oh, I've heard of it before. It looks pretty good." Olivia gushed with wide eyes as she realized it was a title she had heard before; she had been a little excited for it to come out since the previews looked epic as hell. 

"Has some hot guys in it too from what I've seen. Some hot chicks as well I guess if I was into girls." Kason piped up in between bites of ice cream. 

The three of them settled into the couch as the first episode began rolling. With a bit of too much wine in their system, their natural unfiltered thoughts, and running off the adrenaline from the TV show they sat there talking hours later as the last episode of that season rolled to a close. Yes, they just finished binge-watching the entire fucking season like some junkies.

"Omg Garelt is so yummy! Did you see his ass in those pants? Holy shit!" Kason fanned himself with his hand.

Olivia laughed staring up at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes after one too many glasses of wine. "Oh yeah, and those eyes? Like, even his voice gives me shivers. Who plays that man because I'd like to shake his hand...and maybe shove my tongue down his throat at the same time." she laughed in a drunken stupor.

"That'd be Henry Cavill. He played in so many good movies I swear! Man of Steel is one of the ones he's well known for." McKenzie added shoving a spoonful of mostly melted ice cream into her mouth after having stolen it from Kason's iron grip.

Olivia's eyes widened and she almost leaped from the couch. "For real? I love that movie! omg I won't ever be able to look at that man again the same way!" McKenzie nodded with a knowing look in her eyes as she hummed around the spoon in her mouth. 

"Ah, he's gorgeous," Olivia muttered flopping back down beside Kason who hummed in agreement and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully. 

"So, have you guys heard of this thing called Shifting?" McKenzie asked suddenly as the silence broke. 

The two others raised a brow and looked at her funny and she just shrugged poking at the tub of ice cream as she explained. "So, I'm not into the whole witchy shit but I've been on TikTok so much recently that's all I ever see really. Like, it's this thing where you manifest yourself into your dream world or the world of your comfort character or whatever the hell it is," she explained shrugging. 

Kason reached over and grabbed her wrist gently and gave her a gentle look. "It's around your brother's anniversary isn't it?" he asked kindly. 

McKenzie gave a weak smile and turned away again as she continued to explain while Kason and Olivia listened and watched her with understanding eyes. "I've seen so many people on TikTok give their reactions and tell of what happened when they successfully shifted into their favorite anime worlds and shit. Others tell how to do it or tips on how to do it successfully and I dunno I guess I just..." she fell silent and Olivia stood up from beside Kason to be able to walk the two steps over to McKenzie's other side and plopped back down to cuddle her. Resting her head on her shoulder she sighed softly. 

"I'm sorry babe. I know it's hard...It's probably nothing but clout...but, if you'd like we can always look into getting a tarot card reading or something...." she offered hesitantly. 

None of them believed in magic or witches and stuff; none of them were religious either for their reason. But, even so, they'd give it a try if it meant supporting each other. Truth was, a few years ago McKenzie's older brother passed away in a tragic car accident on his way home for Christmas and McKenzie blamed herself for his death; she never got over it which was understandable because he was on the way to her house where he was staying and was so excited to see her again that he refused to take shelter during a storm which caused him to not see the car in front of him during the blizzard and crash; killing himself and the other person in the other vehicle. 

"Anyways, that shifting business seems funny, right? Heard all you have to do is write down how you'd like it to play out going in as much detail as possible before lying down as if going to sleep while saying some sort of mantra in your head; next thing you know you'll wake up in another world and the only way to return to yours is to say your safe word you'd wrote in the manuscript. How funny would it be if we could write something like that for this show and end up there?" she continued blabbering on in hopes to lighten the mood while changing the subject.

Kason snorted and shook his head. "Girl you be crazy. Only in my dreams would that ever be for real," he said.

"I think that's the point, Kase." Olivia laughed and shook her head before looking at the night and groaning. "Guys, I gotta be up in like 5 hours for work. Help me clean this up before we head to bed okay? Hell, you can stay up if you want but my cranky ass is needing a bed right now." Olivia said standing up to her feet and began picking up the trash off the floors and coffee table.

"Gurl we got it! Go ahead and head to bed. Kenzie and I got it; we'll head to bed right after." Kason said waving the raven off as he stood and got the lights clicked on.

The redheaded woman gave a smile and nodded waving her bestie away who gave a reluctant smile before heading down the hall to her small bedroom. But even after she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and dressed in her comfiest of pajamas she couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was the wine talking in her system or her sleep-deprived brain; hell could even be her lady bits below speaking to her. But she found it the best idea to hop out of bed and grab an old notebook that she hadn't fully used up in her college years and began writing. She didn't even realize what she was writing until the last period was placed. At this point, the pages were all over her bed and the lights outside her door were turned off; it was silent in the apartment so she guessed it'd been a while since she began writing. Kason was probably in his room right now asleep and McKenzie passed out on the couch with Killua guarding like the faithful mutt he was. But here she was still awake and staring at pages upon pages of scribbling writing with eyes that were beginning to blur. She was so tired and her fingers were cramping from holding her pencil for god knows how long. She didn't even realize what she'd written until her eyes picked up a few snippets of words. Geralt-Rivia-Roach-Blaviken-Jaskier and others made her foggy mind click into place. She started laughing then realized just what she was writing and rolled her eyes. Her stupid drunk mind thought it'd be a great idea to write a manuscript off the idea of shifting into the world of the Witcher TV series. Damn McKenzie and her wild imaginations bleeding into Olivia's open mind. 

She stood then and gathered the scattered pages of her hard work and dumped them into the trashcan by her closet door and returned to bed. She reached to click off her bedside lamp before her eyes got drowned in the bundle of papers in the trash bin. A frown tugged at her brows as if she couldn't understand why she felt disappointed and upset at shoving the papers in there. It was just silly nonsense, right? Just some trend on Tiktok that people used to get clout and get views by using the idea of shifting and world jumping to the simps of the viewers. They were all so gullible; she was gullible too. But even still those papers just didn't sit well with the woman so after tossing and turning she finally flung the covers off and hopped out of bed to gather said paperwork and plopped them onto her nightstand so that in the morning she would figure out what to do with them. Finally feeling fewer ants in her pants she allowed herself to close her eyes and let the drowsy effects of the alcohol pull her into slumber. 

When she finally awoke after a blissful 2-hour sleep it was not to the sound of birds chirping outside her window or the sound of nails clawing at her door. It was not even the smell of fresh coffee or breakfast being made that she knew Kason would be making as he did every morning as she got ready for work. No, instead of her normal routine wake-up call she got something splashing her in the face. She yelped sitting up from her bed wiping her face expecting to see a laughing McKenzie but instead, she saw nothing but darkness around her and the sound of the howling wind around her. Trees loomed overhead waving in the said wind making the night sky look even eerier than before. There were no lights out but the moon behind a few clouds that rolled by slowly. What was worst the water she felt a splash on her was not water but in a sense mud. That much she could tell from the goop that stained her fingertips and was slowly drying cold on her face and hair. Her blue eyes widened as she looked left and then right realizing she was not in her bedroom in her apartment anymore. She was in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere that she did not recognize. Was this some sort of prank done by McKenzie and Kason because if it were she did not find it the least bit funny. Panic started to claw up her throat until she felt something soft and velvety brush her hair and she yelped; damn near having a heart attack as she jerked back and looked up into the darkness expecting some sort of monster but instead found the long face of a ...horse? She blinked confused at this revelation as she looked around once more. 

She was literally in the middle of nowhere in the woods and there was a horse? What the hell was going on? The horse though did not seem to mind her and instead seemed curious enough to sniff at her and paw at the ground which resulted in more mud flying onto her clothing. That explained the mud shower that awoke her at least. She gave a shaky smile and reached up a hand to stroke the soft snout of the beast above her. It was a pretty brown or maybe chestnut color; hard to tell in the dark but she could tell that it was bridled and saddled already making her wonder where on earth its rider was. Frankly, she wanted to know where she was too. Her thoughts were interrupted by the distant scream of some sort of animal in the distance; it didn't sound like any animal she'd heard before outside of horror movies and the scream made shivers of discomfort roll down her spine making her instinctively rise to her feet and inch closer to the horse that stood alert and waiting in the moonlight that filtered through the gaps of clouds in the sky. 

The sound of crunching twigs and underbrush echoed around her making her unable to pinpoint where it was coming from between the distance screams of some sort of animal or creature in the darkness and the area she was in. Her heart hammered in her chest as she swallowed thickly and reached up to place a shaking hand on the horse's reigns; expecting to leap up onto its back and ride away as fast as possible if need be. She didn't know where she was and she wasn't going to risk having a bear or wolf attack her in these woods; what a pathetic way to die after waking up muddy, wet, and cold in the middle of nowhere. Another twig snapped right behind her and she screamed a little while spinning around on her heels just in time to see a large mass barrel towards her. The impact forced the air from her lungs in a painful rush as a large and heavy mass of fur collided with her. A pair of golden eyes stared down at her as white sharp teeth poised over her face threateningly. She was going to die and she was going to die mutilated by a wolf just like she feared. But she didn't. Instead, the weight shifted and a wet nose pressed against her cheek inquisitively making her whimper a little and peek open an eye to stare at the wolf in front of her. Wait, why did it look so familiar? The beast crawled off of her with its tail wagging a little and sat down allowing her to fully take in the large animal. It wasn't a wolf. Well, not a full-bred wolf anyways. She knew those eyes right away and a rush of relief flooded her as she flung her arms around the wolf's thick neck and hugged him.

"Killua!" she breathed a relieved sigh as she nuzzled her face into his grey neck fur. The wolfdog that she remembered seemed to be a lot bigger than she remembered him back home and looked a little more wolfish than normal too. She frowned pulling back to study him; he was her Killua but he looked so much like his mother right now with his wolfish features.

As she studied him his demeanor changed quickly as he suddenly rose to his paws and took a few steps over her as if shielding the woman whilst his lips drew back in a warning snarl and his coarse fur stood up on end to make himself look twice as big as he usually was. Olivia tensed as she grasped fistfuls of his fur and buried her face into his side as if trusting him to hide her. The scream of whatever was in front of them pierced her ears so loudly she had to clasp her hands over her ears and she whimpered crouching into herself. Killua snarled right back and leaped towards the ugliest creature Olivia had ever seen; it looked like something out of a fantasy horror movie or something as the large dark form of her wolfdog collided with the weird spiderlike-figure in front of them. Teeth snapped and tore into black flesh as dagger-like fingers swiped back and forth trying to dislodge the large mass clinging to its body. Olivia's blue eyes widened and she felt the air leave her lungs as she watched helplessly as her animal best friend fought off a monster for her safety. 

Feeling as if she had to do something she reached for a large jagged stick by her side on the ground and grasped the thick wood she began rising to her feet. Just as the unknown beast flung Killua off causing him to be slammed into a tree making him let out a pained yelp and a crunch of bones. Olivia's eyes widened and a fire of fury filled her chest as she gripped the sharp stick like a spear and bolted for the ugly thing as it turned its back on her to finish off her mutt. Not on her watch! But a human woman and a stick wouldn't do much against such a creature which was well learned in a split second as the beast turned around hearing her battle cry of fury and turned to her; swiping its tail at her making the connection with her side and flinging her off to the side. She tumbled and rolled a few times before skidding to a halt against a rock. She coughed up the mixture of bile and blood that rose to her throat at the intense flare of pain in her entire body. She felt like gasoline had been poured into her veins as she struggled to rise. A mass of red spread quickly into her shirt across her side and a glance down spoke volumes of why. A large jagged hole gushed blood from her side every time she moved to light her flesh in fire and pain each time. She swallowed thickly and looked back up towards the beast that stalked towards her before looking towards Killua who lay struggling to rise after being impaled by a branch of the tree he had been flung into.

A pain flared in her heart worse than the wound on her side. Her lip quivered as she realized that Killua was probably dying right now and she was going to die too in this unknown cold place. She tried her best at least right? That's all that counted. She winced lying against the boulder behind her and gave a faint smile that spoke of her surrender to the inevitable. She closed her eyes expecting to feel more pain. She expected some tearing of flesh, broken bones, and pain that did not come as expected but instead, she heard a distant scream at the back of her mind as her consciousness was fogging up her mind from the rapid loss of blood. Maybe it was just a dream? Maybe...Her eyes fluttered open to peer one last time through cloudy vision just in time to see the creature struggling against a figure; a human figure that wielded a sword against its defenses and was cutting the beast down. She saw a shock of white, a gleam of mental, and the last thing she remembered was a pair of golden eyes staring down at her right before her eyes fell shut and her mind went blank.

Next Chapter

#the witcher #the witcher geralt #the witcher fanfiction #witcher fic #geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt x ofc #geralt of rivia x ofc #geralt of rivia x oc #geralt x oc #geralt of rivia fanfiction #geralt of rivia x fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #titlemewickedwonderland #shift my world #henry cavill

[dearfandomdiary]

i want to write something with geralt x reader ... like i have such a good idea but i also have a whole own character basically planned out already for a story thing

what to do !

#// ooc ; dearfandomdiary talks #geralt of rivia x oc #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia #the witcher netflix #henry cavill

[senseless-writing]

Does anyone have any nickname ideas for Orion? Something for Geralt and the boys to call her? I was thinking of “cub” (you know, because it goes along with “wolf”), but I feel like that sounds too much like “lion cub”. And I don’t want Orion to steal any parts of Ciri’s character. 

I’m open to suggestions!

#the witcher #the white wolf #Geralt #geralt of rivia #orion #geralt x daughter!reader #geralt of rivia x oc

[shad0w-ink]

OKAY SO, IMPORTANT THING, I recently got my hands on Clip Studio Paint and I am still getting the hand of things.

okay, now for the ideas for this-

Both Geralt and Jaskier's designs are a mix of Netflix's The Witcher and the games and some other versions I've seen, PLUS Geralt's pointy ears wich were a spontaneous decision on my part

this came from an idea where Jaskier and Geralt save a young sorcerer/warlock/mage person who gives them the "gift" of shifting into animals(the wolf for geralt and the bird that I made Jaskier into is a Blue-Gray gnatcatcher)

THERE IS A CATCH, everytime they turn into their animal self, although they retain their personality and their knowledge of people they've met, they go off of animal instincts most of the time, although they aren't complete animals since they are technecally still human

Geralt is a very affectionate wolf and Jaskier is DELIGHTED

Bird!Jask keeps bringing Geralt knicknacks like flowers and pebbles and other stuff (in the drawing he is holding a buttercup)

Jaskier's ensamble is blue with a bunch of Buttercups as decoration

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier x geralt #geralt x jaskier #geralt z rivii #the witcher #the witcher netflix #geralt #all the witchers #the witcher au #jaskier #JULIAN PANKRATZ #yes geralt is wearing leather pants #yes Jaskier bought them for him #as y'all know #y'all are free to use any of these ideas for fics or fanart #just like send them to me cuz I want to see them #SORRY IVE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG IVER BEEN WORKING ON OC'S AND ORIGINAL STORIES

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: A Witcher/House of the Dragon Crossover

The sister of the Bard Jaskier, and a talented bard in her own right, had came to Westeros initially to make a name for herself. In her ambition, she ended up catching the attention of a certain Rogue Prince whose ambitions may outweigh her own.

When the unexpected happens, she must return to the Continent to seek out the white haired witcher and hope their past history will garner reason to offer her protection.

But will the White Wolf's silver sword be enough to stave off the wrath and heat of the Dragon?

Self-reader insert style

House of the Dragon character belong to George R.R. Martin and Witcher characters belong to Andrzej Sapkowski

Content Warning: +18, minors do NOT interact

Incest, DUB-CON/NON-CON, Mature Themes

Violence, swearing, sexism, slut shaming (plus/minus whore shaming) and power dynamics that are par to the course for both shows

Any other triggers I feel need mentioning will be added to the start of whatever chapter I write.

Also if you repost, be sure to cite either this page or my Wattpad page

Bonus Chapters

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 and 11.5

Chapter 12 and 12.5

Chapter 13

Chapter 14 and 14.5

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 and 17.5

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20 and 20.5

Chapter 21

Chapter 22 and 22.5

Chapter 23 and 23.5

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26 and 26.5

Chapter 27

Chapter 28 and 28.5

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32 and 32.5

Chapter 33

Chapter 34 and 34.5

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38 and 38.5

Chapter 39 and 39.5

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

#geralt of rivia #aemond #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #geralt x reader #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #aegon ii targaryen #ciri #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #the witcher #crossover #fanfic #aemond targaryen #avallac'h #eredin breacc glas #rhaena targaryen #baela targaryen #jacerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #aemond x oc #laena velaryon #laenor velaryon #corlys velaryon #rhaenys targaryen

[navya04]

at least jaskier is bi. its like i always say. at least jaskier is bi. at the end of the day. Jaskier is bi. dont cry ok? Jaskier is bi. at the end of the day. Jaskier is bi. when all else fails. Jaskier is bi. we'll always have. Jaskier is bi

#netflix #the witcher #jaskier #witcher oc #witcher season 3 #prince radovid #radovid #geralt of rivia #empress ciri #witcher yennefer #the bard #bisexual #pride #lgbtq #lgbtq community #lgbtqia+ #radskier #radovid x jaskier

[cardierreh15]

Knight in Shining Leather

I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Violence , Cursing , Attempted SA , Blood , Gore .

Pairing: Geralt Of Rivia(modern) x Nessa (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: Geralt being a knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 2.2K

One shot

It was a beautiful autumn night. The night’s air smelled of cinnamon and pumpkin. With it being just cool enough for her to wear a cardigan over her shoulders. Pretty soon, she would get too warm to even rock it.

It was roughly 9:45pm and she had come from a night out with the girls. Her best friend insisted that she drive her home since she stayed so close by. But Nessa was too hardheaded to let her do that. Besides, the walk wasn’t even 20 minutes away.

But a lot can happen in 20 minutes can it?

Her thick heeled boots clicked loudly on the asphalt, echoing throughout the street and bouncing off of the other buildings. She lived in a small town, so it was no surprise that almost everyone was in the house by now.

Nessa had her hands tucked in her pockets, at this point walking absentmindedly. She didn’t even realize there were two men walking about a few yards behind her. She didn’t think much of it, perhaps they were trying to make it to their destination too.

But their footsteps grew a little impatient.

This caused her to take further strides; holding her purse tightly in her arm as she tried to sneak her hand into it to retrieve her pepper spray.

‘Get her!’ One of the males exclaimed.

A panicked gasp escaped her lips as she did her best to take off but they were close enough to snatch her up by her cardigan. ‘HELP!’ She exclaimed before a man placed his large hand over her mouth and held a butterfly blade against her face. ‘Shhhh, shhh. Now, just be a good girl.’ He whispered against her ear.

She then bit down into his fingers and stepped on his foot. The criminal yelped out in agonizing pain.

‘Fuck you!’ She exclaimed before she was instantly grabbed by another male.

‘Get the bitch into the alley!’

‘No! No! Stop!’ Nessa begged and pleaded as she tried her best to fight back. But they weren’t having it.

They slammed her against the wall and she whimpered out in pain. ‘Urgh!’ She fell to her hands and knees. ‘Please— take whatever I have… it’s all material— I don’t want it! Please.’ She insisted, sobbing as she held her chest.

The bald headed guy began to dump out all of the contents in her purse and searched through it. ‘Awww, the bitch ain’t got nothin’. Lipstick, tampons, some other make up, — a wallet…’ he then looked at her name and then started going through her wallet where he snatched out $500. ‘I found a jackpot…’ then he walked over to the the ginger haired gentleman who towered above her.

‘How much ya find?’

‘$500. And It’s a Chanel wallet, taking that too.’ The male chuckled.

Nessa was on her knees before them as if she were praying to her God. Her hands shook as if her bones were chilling in the Arctic.

‘Nice,’ the ginger chuckled as the bald guy passed him some cash. ‘Now, the question is… what do we do with you?’

‘Hmmm. She’s pretty cute. She’s thicker than the rest of em. And you know I looove when they fight.’ He said as he shoved the wallet and the cash in his back pocket.

She instantly knew what baldy meant, and it caused her to panic a bit more. Until suddenly, the ginger just happened to step out of the way, and the bright LED street light caused a thick shard of glass to glisten in her eye.

Carefully leaning down as the two men bickered about who were going to have their turn with her first, she then grabbed the glass in her hand and waited.

The ginger sighed and rolled his eyes, ‘whatever. Fuck it. I’ll hold her still.’ He then squat down before her, ‘Alright sweet heart, you’re gonna—‘

Nessa instantly swiped the glass upward, aiming to stab him beneath his chin but instead, slicing his cheek.

‘AUGH!’ He practically jumped back; feeling the stinging pain at his cheek. Ginger grabbed the gasp and looked at the bright red blood in his palm. ‘You fucking bitch!’

His partner instantly brought her up to her feet, disarmed her and slapped her across her face so hard, he split the inside of her cheek.

She fell to the ground, her mind spinning as if she had swallowed a whole bottle of tequila. She could only hear the sound of their voices. They were so loud in her ears.

‘Kill that bitch! Kill her!’

She didn’t even know who was saying, all she knew was that she was pretty sure she was going to die in this filthy ass alley. And it would probably take her loved ones days to find her knowing these fools.

The ginger some how had the strength to pull her up to her feet. ‘You fucking— BITCH!’ And he kneed her in the stomach before she fell back down to the ground again. He kicked her, several times in the ribs.

Nessa whimpered out, choking on the air that was fighting so hard to come into her lungs. She lifted her hand up, in a “I surrender” kind of way, ‘please. Stop.’ She was too weak to scream for hell at this point.

‘Stop? Haha… oh wait til we’re done with you… get her up.’ Ginger said to Baldy.

Suddenly, everything felt like it was moving much slower than she was. Between the two antagonists, was a pair of bright golden eyes that reflected in the shadows. She thought she was hallucinating so she just laid there, accepting her fate that was to come.

When Baldy lifted her up to her feet, her head rest back against the brick wall. ‘Come on… make it quick.’ She breathed out tiredly.

Ginger chuckled and then Baldy chimed in. ‘Suit yourself.’

Suddenly, a bright flash whipped through the air like something out of a supernatural movie.

Nessa felt Baldy’s grip on her grow weaker and she noticed a thin line across his neck. A dribble of blood came leaking from his lips and his nose. She then noticed the sunken glare in his eyes.

His neck became a waterfall of his blood and a millisecond later, his head fell to wet the concrete and his body followed.

Nessa felt her stomach turn at the sight. She stumbled backwards in fear; immediately covering her lips to hold back the throw up that tried to fight its way out.

Ginger let out a scream as he saw his buddy’s head roll at his feet.

She felt too damn sick and scared to move really. Also, she couldn’t get over — how could someone be that talented with a blade that:

A.) No blood had spilled on her.

And

B.) None of them were able to see or hear him coming.

Ginger instantly pulled his gun out and walked over towards Nessa. ‘Whose there!? Come out!’ He snatched her up and pointed the gun at her head. ‘Come out! Or I swear to God, I will blow this bitch’s brains out!’

‘Please—‘ she started as she held her hands up.

‘SHUT UP!’ Ginger yelled as he looked all around. ‘Alright,’ he then clicked off the safety, ‘I’ll give you to the count of 3… come out— with your hands up… and I won’t kill her…’

‘Why would you think they’d come out for me?! I-I don’t even know what’s going on!’ She said out as she wiped her bloodied nose.

‘Shut. The fuck. Up. I swear you’re making this so much easier!’ He said as he continued to look around, ‘ONE! …. TWO!….’ He pressed the barrel against the back of her skull.

On three, a white haired male stepped from out of the shadows; those damn golden eyes making an appearance before he did. He wore black leather, and held a huge sword in his right hand. He had a scowl on his face that could kill instantly.

Ginger’s mouth fell slightly as he watched the tall, unearthly being approach the both of them. He stepped back, ‘Y—you… it can’t be. B-BACK UP!’

He just kept walking towards them. The sound of metal clinked with each step.

Ginger had finally hit the wall and Nessa looked back at the both of them.

‘Y—you’re dead! Y-you’re suppose to be dead!’

‘Says who?’ The white haired male asked, ‘You?’ His head fell to the side. Then he looked behind him, noticing the women who still stood there. He then looked back towards Ginger, ‘Go ahead… shoot her.’

Nessa’s eyebrows tugged into one in confusion. She wanted to impose on this reunion but she was hurting too bad to talk.

Ginger’s bottom lip trembled as much as his wrist did when he held that gun.

‘Go ahead…’

Ginger swallowed his spit, glancing over at the beautiful woman. He just didn’t have the guts.

The white haired male let out a sigh, ‘I knew it,’ and stabbed Ginger in his abdomen with the shiny sword.

Ginger began to choke. Wheezing as if he’d punctured his lung.

Nessa let out a harsh gasp and covered her lips in shock.

‘You’re… a coward.’ He twisted the blade to open the gaping wound more, ‘You pray on the weak… women and children… you and your friend don’t deserve to breathe for another second.’

He then snatched out the sword from Ginger’s abdomen and the male fell forward.

Nessa just stood in her spot, watching the man who just tried to kill her moments before, choke on his own blood and eventually took his last breath as the rest of him seeped into the cracks and crannies of the destroyed asphalt.

She was too frightened to scream, to run but also… her body was riddled with pain. Anything extreme would’ve probably caused her to pass out. So instead she asked, ‘A-are you gonna kill me next?’

The being then pulled out a dark cloth and wiped his shiny sword off in one swipe, ‘If I wanted … you’d be dead already.’

Well that was quite evident. She took in a deep breath as she just watched him sheath his sword and bend down to go in Ginger’s pocket.

She peaked over, ‘… he-he said you were suppose to be dead… are you like someone important?’

He didn’t say anything, instead he retrieved her money from the corpse and then ventured to the next.

‘Could I at least— know your name?’ She asked as she began to pick up her purse and the rest of her belongings. ‘You did save me after all, I would like to know who you are… In case I don’t ever see you again.’

He smirked as he grabbed her wallet out of the headless corpse and looked at her ID. She had a glorious smile. A smile that could turn any rainy day into sunshine.

Vanessa Hodge, December 18th, 1997, Address…

He took a mental note of her address before slowly rising to his feet and walked over to her.

She looked from his hands to his chest, that donned a silver necklace with a wolf engraved in it. She wondered what that meant.

‘Here,’ His voice brought her out of her thinking trance, ‘Your things.’ He looked down at her as she rose to her feet and threw her purse over her shoulder.

‘Thank you.’ She said softly before wincing at the pain in her cheek.

He lifted her chin to examine her.

Nessa hissed at the sudden, searing pain.

‘They most certainly did a number on you…’ he said as he looked at her split eyebrow. ‘Come. Let’s get you fixed up.’

‘Alright… only— if you do me a tiny favor?’

‘Hmm.’ A mere stranger, asking him for favors? He wasn’t the type to be handing those out. Especially without pay.

Yeah, she had no idea who he was.

‘You tell me your name…’

Was that it? She wanted to know his name? She almost got taken advantage of, got her shit pushed in and almost got her brains blown out but — she wanted to know his name?

‘I-I think it’s fair… I’d like to know who my knight in … shiny leather is.’

It grew quiet once more before he rested his hand on the handle of his sword and lifted his head with a gentle smirk.

‘I mean I think it’s also fair because you’re still a complete stranger and—‘

‘For someone who is in a lot of pain, you sure do talk a lot.’ He said as he shifted his weight and folded his massive arms across his chest.

Nessa felt the heat rise to her neck, her cheeks and then her ears. She looked off to the side, trying to avoid eye contact for a moment.

God you’re gonna blow this.

‘My name is Geralt. Now, if that is all you request, we should leave now.’

She let out a gentle puff of air and quickly walked towards him, ‘Lead the way.’ She shrugged.

Geralt swiftly turned around and they headed in the direction Nessa was heading.

‘So, you’re gonna tell me what you do and why you walk around with those things?’ She asked; swiping her dainty manicured finger at his silver handle.

‘No.’ He mused

‘And— Please don’t touch the swords.’ He said, hearing the cling that she left behind with her touch.

‘Oh— sorry.’

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[sayafics]

Soul-bonds & Heartaches - Chapter III

I apologise for the very long wait for this chapter, in all honesty I had no idea how to move forward from Chapter II but this felt right, and it felt true to the relationship between existing characters, to an extent.

Geralt is tied to these two women in two distinctly different ways, and it's only now that he has all the information, he can make the decision he needs to. But that doesn't come without its consequences, which subsequently leads to other consequences.

I apologise again for the long wait, and hope to update with another chapter soon! I truly hope you guys enjoy this chapter! <333

TW: (slight?) angst

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Andromeda had thought they had come to an understanding. She had fallen asleep with a smile on her face and hope in her heart.

She dreamed of waking up to the sun heating her face as it slowly rose, opening her eyes to ashes of a well-worn fire as a gentle breeze brushed through her hair before her gaze met Geralt's.

She thought they would've exchanged gentle smiles, would've looked for excuses throughout the day to brush past each other, and engaged in small conversations hidden from the sight of others. And then, maybe when they had gotten too distracted or brushed too close to death on one adventure or the next, they would've exchanged a kiss. A small, hesitant kiss that they poured all their emotions into, where they succumbed to their desires and the strings of destiny.

Instead, she had awoken to burning lips and a quivering heart. She knew. The moment the feeling spread over her, she knew.

Andromeda couldn't open her eyes in fear of what she would find.

Geralt and Yennefer locked in a battle of passion? The two carressing each other in gentle affection?

She feared she would find a liar and a coward in the place where she had seen her Geralt in the glowing embers of last night's fire.

But she couldn't escape his senses.

Unbeknownst to her, as she curled in on herself, eyes clenched shut as tears welled in her eyes, and she pretended to sleep as she stifled her laboured breaths, Geralt knew she was awake. And he knew she felt his betrayal just like she had every other time.

His soul roiled in its place, his heart burned in guilt. It was not what it seemed.

***

Yennefer had woken up before the rest had, before the sun had risen and its warmth had replaced what was lost as the campfire died out.

Geralt waited for her to say something as she sat up, to say 'good morning' or to say she would take watch instead, but she simply sat and stared.

He lost his patience quite quickly, feeling the way her stare burned into the side of his head as he forced his gaze away from Rory and onto her instead.

She looked amused.

"What?"

His words were gruff, full of curiosity and annoyance. He knew he had no right to be annoyed. He had pursued Yennefer just as much as she pursued him. But it was different then.

Now, knowing that his Rory felt the same about him as he did about her, knowing she had been longing for him from the day they met, that her heart yearned for him, everything changed.

Andromeda could have ran, every time he had bed another woman, she could have walked away. And even yesterday, she could have turned away without giving him a second glance.

But she was full of compassion and sincerity, and she gave away chances as easily as she gave away her heart. It had just taken him too long to realise it was him she had gifted it to.

Yennefer didn't answer him, instead making her way to her feet as she strutted his way, her movements slow and sensual. She was so sure of herself, so confident she would get what she wanted. And Geralt was scared that, somehow, she would.

She stood behind him, hands on his shoulders as she leaned down and pressed her breasts into his back, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "you look tense. I could help you."

Her voice was low and sultry, and Geralt from a few days ago would have given into her words immediately, but the Geralt that sat in front of her now only grimaced at her words. His shoulders raised as he pulled himself from her embrace, standing to his full height as he turned on her - "no."

"No?" Yennefer was shocked, sure she had seen the looks the two exchanged, the way they smiled at one another when they thought the other wasn't looking, but it had never made Geralt reject her.

"No," Geralt had the knack to look at least somewhat apologetic, his eyes furrowing as he looked down at Yennfer in sympathy, "the circumstances have changed."

"Geralt, you told me that destiny tied us. That destiny wanted us together."

"I was wrong, Yen. Destiny didn't pick you, I did. But I can't keep choosing you anymore."

"Geralt..." her hand came up to rest at his cheek, her eyes pooling with tears as she shook her head in denial, "you love me."

Geralt let her keep her hand on his face, let her take what she needed as he broke the heart of another woman he cared for. He shook his head, "I don't. I love her."

It was a whispered confession, his voice shaky as the truth came out, and Geralt found a weight lift of his chest at the revelation, "I love her," he repeated.

"I'm sorry, Yennefer," she felt her heart break further at the sound of her name on his lips, "I can't love you, I can't pick you."

Yennefer's other hand reached up for his cheek, both now cradling his face as she ran her fingers over familiar lines and scars. She pulled him closer, but he resisted.

"Please, Geralt. Just one more time."

Her voice was desperate, he could smell the defeat permeating off of her, and when he gave in and brushed his lips against her own, he could taste it in her tears too.

The kiss was familiar, it was easy. It was a goodbye.

***

Geralt pulled away from Yennefer, as though her lips against his own had burned him the way it burned Andromeda.

He felt anger festering in the pits of his stomach, he hated himself for giving in so easily, for hurting Rory again.

He wanted to go to her, to plead with her to listen to him and know that it meant nothing to him. That it was a goodbye for Yennefer and not a betrayal to her. That he loves her. He needs her.

But with Yennefer's hands holding his face once more, and Jaskier rousing from his sleep, he had again lost his chance, and perhaps he had now lost her.

***

As they packed their gear, the air was stifled with tension. As Yennefer, Geralt, and Andromeda stayed away from each other, it did not take much guessing from Jaskier and Cirilla to realise what had probably happened.

Cirilla observed her aunt, worry colouring her eyes as she watched her move with no real purpose, her eyes empty as if every ounce of hope and life had been washed out.

Geralt was like a father to Cirilla, she craved his affection and even more his approval. But she knew that Geralt had to be the one responsible for her aunt's state, and she couldn't help the anger that bubbled in her chest as the minutes ticked by and Andromeda lost more of herself to the quiet around her.

Still, no one spoke as they carried on their journey, marching through the barren-land with their rations untouched and their stomachs full of lead.

Cirilla stood next to Andromeda, holding her hand tightly as she kept her aunt close to her side and safe. All the while, she would glare at Geralt every time she noticed his gaze stray towards Andromeda, forcing him to look back at the path ahead as he wiped any essence of emotion from his face.

But every once in a while, his expression would become drowned once more, and he would find himself throwing agonised glances her way.

Cirilla remained unaware of the guilty glances Yennefer threw their way.

***

When they had reached the nearest village, it didn't take long for stories about a nasty group of ghouls at the local cemetery that had been eating dead corpses and unknowing citizens, to spread.

It had gotten so bad that the people of the village they had come across refused to leave their homes after dark. So when they had reached a tavern, after a silent agreement they could all do with some hot food and rest, Geralt found himself agreeing to a large pouch of silver and a long, comfortable stay in the tavern in exchange for slaying the beasts.

He had agreed easily, of course. Needing something to channel his pent-up energy into, the anger and guilt that festered in him and the anguish that settled in his heart every time Andromeda brushed past him like he was not there, every time he tried to speak to her and failed.

Yennefer was still here. She couldn't leave knowing she was why the group had become so broken and frail. Perhaps her leaving would have made it easier for Andromeda to breathe, but it wouldn't lessen the pain Yennefer had caused.

She loves Geralt, and she wants to see him happy. He chose her every time before that day in the tavern, but she knew every time he had picked her there was a part of him that yearned for Andromeda.

She tried to hide from the truth in their moans and sighs, tried to find solace in their pleasurable escapades, tried to make Andromeda jealous, and assert the idea that Geralt was her's.

But he wasn't.

He may have picked Yennefer because of the cards destiny had given him, but Andromeda's name was scrawled across his heart. He needed Andromeda in a way Yennefer could never replace.

A heart-breaking revelation she had slowly been coming to peace with.

She would leave the group in peace, but she wanted to fix her mess first.

***

Darkness had drawn over the sky when Geralt prepared to leave, and as he sheathed his sword Cirilla couldn't find it within herself to plead with him to let her join, as she had done so many times before.

Cirilla couldn't leave Andromeda, couldn't pick Geralt over her.

Andromeda may not have been her blood, but she was the only family Cirilla had left from the life she lived before.

Geralt didn't try and push Cirilla to join. He didn't ask Jaskier to play bait, knowing he was disappointed in him, too. And he couldn't look towards Yennefer, fearful that one glance would confirm every terrified thought Andromeda had running through her head.

He had smelt the stench of agony on her. It was heavy and brittle and still so sweet in a way that was perfect for her. She was beautiful even when she was in pain.

He took one last glance towards his ragged group of friends, a longing gaze marked for the woman who had stolen his heart and burned her presence into his soul. He lowered his head in shame, gruffly clearing his throat as he spoke, "you should all get some rest. Don't wait for me."

He walked out, his form much more quainter than any of them had seen it before.

A few moments of silence had passed, and then it looked like Yennefer was going to speak.

But Andromeda beat her to it, sensing the conversation looming ahead she pushed herself up from her seat, "I'm going to my room."

She didn't wait for any reply, walking sluggishly to her room as her thoughts threatened to drown her.

Some distance away, Geralt circled the cemetery he entered, waiting for movement. Nothing came.

He needed bait, but there was no one around but himself. So he pulled his small dagger, pressing the knife into his hand and dragging a cut across his palm.

Replacing the dagger, he squeezed his hand closed, relishing in the pain as blood dripped into the soil beneath his feet.

He waited a breath, and then he heard it. Soft growling from all around him as the beasts scuttled in a frenzy.

He waited for them to attack, always on the move, and he pushed them back with his sword and sigils. He had fought enough ghouls to battle them with ease, waiting for one to separate from the group, snarling loud in rage as it got ready to attack, making it a priority to kill before repeating.

Geralt continued his dance, never giving the ghouls a long enough break to catch him off guard and never working too hard to break a sweat. One by one, he hacked down each monster until he was the only beast left standing.

The butchered corpses of seven ghouls laid at his feet, satisfaction filling his gut as he considered his work. He raised his head to the sky, taking in the darkness as he realised not much time would have passed since he left, but there also wasn't long until sunrise.

Geralt couldn't stand having to go back in and face his companions, a part of him was even scared to.

Scared they would leave him for his transgressions, hate him, and abandon him just like his mother had once done.

His heart sank to his stomach, never had he felt such emotions, strong enough to rock him back and forth between the idea of running away or facing his problems head on.

He didn't know what to do.

Until he did.

It was still night, and Andromeda hated the dark. So it would be unlikely she was asleep.

Perhaps she was stargazing, a hobby she was so fond of. Geralt recalls the way her eyes glittered as she peered at the starlight, the way she emanated joy and delight as she pointed out constellations and spoke of the legends and fables behind them, how her heart raced when her eyes found his and her eyes would track his face as though she had found her favourite constellation in him.

He needed to find her. He needed to see her and speak to her and explain.

Maybe it wouldn't help, maybe it would make her hate him more. But the weight of such a confession sat unbearable on his shoulders, he needed her to know.

To know why he kissed Yennefer, to know of his guilt and of his sorrow. But mostly, to know of his truth.

Geralt could no longer hide behind cowardice - a truth badly disguised as indifference and intimidation.

Geralt found his steps hurrying back to the tavern, his footfalls heavy as he forced himself not to take off in a sprint. He pushed and pushed until he found himself at the tavern doors, never taking a breath to stop as he pushed through, tearing past a silent trio huddled by a fire and finding his way to the room he knew Andromeda would be in.

Faintly he hears Jaskier exclaim from his place by the fire, "fucking, finally!" And he feels a ghost of a smile stretch across his face.

A smile that sinks when he finds himself face-to-face with the door that separated him and the woman he had given his heart to, years before he had even realised.

Geralt wasn't sure if he should knock or barge in like he had done at the other tavern not so long ago. He wasn't sure if he should call out to her or simply get onto his knees and beg from outside.

His hand rested on the doorknob, steady and gentle as he twisted the door and creaked it open, "Rory?"

His voice was quiet, a hopeful whisper that was left unanswered.

As the door opened wider, Geralt could feel his heart sink at the realisation of what he had missed on his wild dash here. Something he should have realised miles before he had even reached the tavern once more.

He couldn't smell her sweet, sickly scent, the absence of orange blossoms and jasmine weighing heavy in his heart.

He couldn't hear her quiet breathing as she drowned herself in her imagination or her ragged breaths as she tried to hold back tears.

He couldn't hear the rustle of fabric as she fidgeted and picked at the loose strings in her clothes, or the sound of her comb brushing through her hair, or her huffs of boredom, or groans of irritations. Nothing.

Geralt could no longer hear the sound of her heartbeat.

He pushed open the door, his mind almost out of control as his actions became desperate. The room was bare, even of Andromeda's belongings and opposite him sat a lonely window, its sheer curtain billowing in the winds.

Rory had left. And it was all his fault.

Geralt's eyes burned, but he no longer had the strength to hold back his tears and let them fall freely down his face.

He walked the rest of the way in the room, sitting down heavily on the bed and basking in the faint smell of orange blossoms that surrounded him, and hidden between them was a scent he recognised as determination.

Geralt looked down at his hands, bloodied and destroyed, and found himself imagining a life where he hadn't lost Andromeda to his stupid mistakes.

He would fix this. He had to.

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[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

OTP: Lite Sneeze // Vinnie Gallo & Macha Richter

Inspired by a wallpaper from "The Witcher 3 - Wild Hunt" - inspiration under the cut.

Yes, Vinnie has the Black Unicorn katana. I thought about putting him in the wolf school jacket but this motorcycle one fits with Machas hair too perfectly too pass up. I am stoked how this turned out!

I added the fire sparks with Photoshop, but I think it would have been possible with photomode, too? I just forgot...

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[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Three Years. No other games/mediums/ books made me create so many than The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt, and specifically Emhyr and his Nilfgaardian Empire.

Eventually I will branch out and create portraits outside of Nilfgaard. But I will always return to the empire. It's what created this channel.

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[tinumiel]

The Tale of Lara Dorren and Cregennan of Lod.

"...Cregennan of Lod and Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal, the legendary lovers, torn apart and destroyed by the time of contempt. He was a sorcerer and she was an elf. [...] What might have been the beginning of reconciliation was transformed into tragedy"

—Andrzej Sapkowski, The Time of Contempt.

[ Gaia Weiss as Lara Dorren ] [ Arnas Federavičius as Cregennan of Lod ]

#the witcher #andrzej sapkowski #lara dorren #cregennan of lod #the witcher aesthetic #my edits #geralt of rivia #gaia weiss #arnas fedaravičius #arnas fedaravicius #the time of contempt #the witcher books #ciri #cirilla of cintra #the reason behind this fancasting is the most stupid you'll ever hear but...the name cregennan reminded me of cregan #arnas is a fan favorite cast for cregan stark #and in the tlk fanfic i'll never write about an oc x sihtric my oc's faceclaim is gaia #that's it #that's the reason behind

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Shift My World (The Witcher Fanfiction Chapter 5)

Summary: Shifting is all grand and dandy for those who believe in it. Does it work? Who knows! Some people say it does while others don't, perhaps it's just something in the mind. Olivia Watson found the truth behind it as she transfers herself into the world of The Witcher one night after a drunken movie night with her friends! Only she wasn't expecting to get stuck there and worse off...she didn't expect to love them as much as she did.

Prompt: In honor of Henry Cavill who no longer will be with us on The Witcher as Geralt of Rivia after season 3. I have decided to take my ongoing story from Wattpad to share with you guys!

workshop

Previous

The rhythmic thumping of hooves on dirt along the main road did not turn many heads as wagons drove by and people passed with goats or cows. This was a busy street so her presence was not noticed as anything odd right off the bat. That was a fact that she was most grateful for as she led her stallion off the main path and through the gates of the town of Rinde. It was a quaint little place if not a little seedy by the looks of the marketplace but this was a place she needed to be. This was where Olivia had finally tracked down Yennefer to be at the current moment. Partly from her knowledge of the TV series but partly because she had to do the grunt work by asking around to get to know just exactly where things were to get a feel of the timeframe she was set in. All the while as she did this she would often hear stories and tales of the White Wolf and the singing bard anywhere she went making the sour taste in the back of her throat worsen with each encounter. She'd left them; Geralt and Jaskier back in that town that she almost had now forgotten the name of even if she had not forgotten the kind people. She hadn't searched for the two men and more often than not had to stop herself from asking around in towns where she knew they'd been for info on their well-being. She'd meant what she'd said all those nights ago and she would not apologize for them; it was a thing of the past she had to forget and move on to achieve her goal in the period that she was able. Because she didn't want to waste time and get caught up in the war that was brewing behind the scenes just ready to explode. 

But in the end, her hard work had paid off and that's all that mattered to her. She'd found her target and it was time she got answers or at least some help; it wouldn't do for her to get distracted now. God, the months she'd spent from one town to another just to find some coin to be able to buy herself much-needed equipment and essentials had taken too much of her time. She knew Yennefer would also want coin as an exchange for her services so Olivia had worked her ass off to get the pouch she carried on her person for this meeting. 

As Olivia pulled Thor to a halt by the back stables she had to look around to make sure no one else was around. The mansion was rather barren except for a greasy large man standing by the gates juggling a small pouch full of coins she had given him moments before as a bribe for his silence and her entry. There was not even a stable hand to take Thor from her. That didn't matter though. She could tack him up in a stall herself. The mayor's stables for his home were better than a local tavern stable but not by much; a testimony of just how far the mayor had fallen under Yennefer's spell. She knew she'd be in there in that room filled with spell-cast people having a damn orgy of all things. She just hoped she had come in time before Geralt came in with an injured Jaskier. Still, it would not be a pretty sight for Olivia's eyes. As she took care of the black horse into a stall and allowed him room to breath without his burden of saddle and bedroll on him she turned down to look at the large grey beast that was sniffing the straw scattered cobblestone. 

"Killua stay here, guard the door until I come back okay? We don't want you giving the poor mayor a heart attack, right?" the woman rubbed a hand along the wolf's head before glancing cautiously down the rows of stalls to see if she could spot a familiar chestnut mare in one. When she found nothing but empty spaces in the other 5 stalls beside Thor's the dark-haired woman sighed in relief realizing she came just in time. 

Pulling the thick coat around herself she walked out of the stables towards the front entrance of the mayor's home. Not even needing to knock as she knew quite well he would be walking into the room moments later naked as the day he was born. She was already looking at a different part of the door as she heard his footsteps enter the kitchen. She grimaced and kept her eyes firmly on the opposite wall.

"Well hello there. I did not know I was getting visitors...I was going to get some apple juice. She does like her apple juice; she was asking for it." the mayor's lulling voice spoke as if he was not at all surprised to have a stranger in his home.

Of course, the poor man wouldn't mind. He was cast under whatever spell Yennefer had him under. He wouldn't even remember what happened in the morning. Better for him. Still looking away from the very naked older man the woman reached blindly out towards him to grab the jug of juice. 

"No need to worry, I'll take it to her. You just go sleep okay?" she offered as she slipped on past him; giving him plenty of room so as she would not have to touch him at all with any part of herself. Making a grossed-out face at the very idea of any part of her making contact with the old wrinkly naked man. 

It was far worse when she walked through the door into Yennefer's lair. Strangers all around her were in all sorts of different stages of undress and the lady herself was right where Olivia expected her to be. Sitting on her throne at the back of the room looking like a seductress at work as she watched everyone. Those enthralling violet orbs turned from where they were watching a couple across the room to meet Olivia's hesitant gaze as she stood at the door holding the jug of apple juice like an idiot. Feeling even more uncomfortable she began stalking her way through the room trying so hard not to touch anyone as she neared the woman.  Yennefer's gaze fixed on the other as she weaved gracefully between bodies until she stood right in front of her. Purple irises sizing her up as much as she was checking her out. Olivia's jaw clenched a little at that but she said nothing about it and instead spoke up before the other had the chance.

"I'd like to cut to the chase. I know you're a powerful mage. I need your help with something important. I have coins to be able to compensate your time." Olivia stated firmly and with as much authority as she could muster.

Her words and demeanor made Yennefer's brow raise from under the black lace mask she wore across her eyes. "Well, not even an introduction before business. Straight to the point, I see; I like that. But what makes you think that I am for hire?" she questioned in a voice that was supposed to be seductive and perhaps a little teasing.

Olivia was not fazed. Not really because she knew all of that was just a cocky act to get under her skin. The pale woman knew what Yennefer truly wanted in life but could never obtain; not that she'd tell her that. "Because you wouldn't be here casting love spells for orgies if you weren't waiting on someone worth your time." Olivia reached over and placed the jug of juice on the armchair of the black-haired woman's throne. "Do we have a deal?" 

Yennefer gave a little haughty laugh and shook her head. "A deal for what exactly. You haven't even proposed a deal worth taking sweetness," she replied with that cocky smirk on her cherry-painted lips.

The traveler took a breath trying to stay calm as she glanced towards the door behind her. "I don't have time for this. I need help with some memory work. It's important, I need you to trust me because I can help you find what you are truly searching for but not unless you help me out okay? So, do we have a deal Yennefer of Vendeburg?" Olivia said impatiently. 

God if this woman wouldn't just agree already she could go ahead and go before those doors open and Geralt walks in with an injured and suffocating Jaskier. As much as Olivia wanted to be there waiting for them she knew her presence would not be wanted. So she had to make this as quick as possible so that she could be on her way and let history play out. 

"Alright, we can talk more later if you are so impatient. Meet me back here in the morning." the mage replied after a moment of thought and a wave of her hand of impatience.

Olivia could have sighed relief but she knew she didn't have the time for emotional reactions. She gave the female mage a nod of agreement before she turned to scuttle back out of this eyesore of a room but she pause before she made it far as if thinking better of it. She turned and swiftly grabbed the apple juice from where she had set it a moment ago. 

"Don't worry, you'll get your apple juice here in a moment," Olivia replied seeing the distaste in the dark-haired mage's eyes. 

The cloaked figure fled from the room then made sure to place the jug right back on the table before she was out the front door just in time too as the back door opened and a familiar pair stumbled in. She didn't know what stopped her from rushing off immediately. But she stopped, hiding behind the half-closed door watching Geralt and Jaskier. Gods Jaskier looked far worse than he did in the TV show. She wanted to go to them and help but she knew she couldn't. They'd made their choice and so had she. She knew Yennefer would help them and Jaskier will be well again in no time if not a little disgruntled. Geralt and Yennefer would have wild sex together after nearly dying from the Djin that nearly kills them and they part ways in the morning. When Geralt and Jaskier leave in the morning after said scene Yennefer will be alone and that's when Olivia will make her appearance to talk more to her about what she needs help on in specifics. But just the thought of what was going to go down here in just a few hours made Olivia's stomach turn. Not because intercourse revolted her but somewhere inside of her she knew it'd hurt her. Her emotional feminine feelings would get crushed because Yennefer and Geralt were meant for each other and Olivia well...jealousy was not a good color on anyone. She closed her eyes a moment to regain her composure and as she opened them again and begin turning to leave as intended. She swore her gaze met Geralt's for that split second it took the door to close and her heart skipped a beat. 

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She let herself into the mayor's home. The house was a wreck for the most part. Except for the far wing that thankfully was left untouched. The rest of the mayor's home was in shambles and he had already left this place after waking up from Yennefer's freaky spell with a headache and great confusion. Olivia found her there, sitting in the bath of steaming water; gaze zoned out somewhere off to the side as she seemed to be lost in great thought about something as she idly rubbed a sponge along her arm. Olivia knew she could have waited until the mage was done with her bath. But she didn't. Something inside of her told her her presence was needed right now of all times. So here she was. She did not care if the mage was naked beneath the clear water. It would not be the first or the last time Olivia would see a naked woman's body; although she did not look purposefully to stare. Instead, the reality shifter pushed off the doorframe of the bathing room and draped her cloak over the edge of a bench, and rolled her sleeves past her elbows before kneeling beside Yennefer and taking the sponge from her hand. The mage startled and turned to look at her. 

Olivia's gaze softened slightly as she gave a small smile. "I think you look better without all that makeup and cockiness," she commented as she began to gently but persistently scrub at the mage's golden skin of her back. 

"You act differently when you are not around half-naked people." Yennefer commented making Olivia laugh. 

"And you act differently when you aren't trying to be someone you're not," she replied pointedly before adding after a short pause; voice again gentle and understanding as she said. "You'll see him again, don't you worry about that. He isn't hard to ignore. Not a man like Geralt of Rivia." 

Yennefer stilled a little before half turning to face the dark-haired woman. Purple clashed with blue as the mage stared at her searchingly. "How do you know him?"

"I used to travel with him for a few years...Although, it's been quite some time since I've last seen or spoken to him. We did not part ways on good terms." Olivia started worrying the skin of her bottom lip. 

"And how do you know I will see him again?" the mage demanded. Olivia's gaze lifted from her task to see the other's hopeful gaze. 

"I just do." Olivia forced a smile she did not feel to her face before handing back the sponge to the mage. "You can say I know the future," she added making Yennefer frown.

"You do not look like a mage...I cannot sense any chaos or magic within you." 

Olivia's eyes darkened. Of course not, because she was nothing special. Nothing but a burden to others. That's why she left. That's why she forced her heart to shield itself from anyone else that dared knock at its gates for entry. 

"No...I have neither magic nor chaos within me. I'm human...I'm nothing more than human. But I know things. Things that will come to pass and things that have already passed. It's confusing but...if you care to hear my story with an open mind I can tell you how." she turned to face the mage who stared at her with weariness but curiosity boiling behind those violet irises. 

"I'd like to know; tell me," Yennefer demanded.

Olivia stared at her for a long moment before taking a breath in resignation. She knew this would happen. She had mentally prepared herself to tell Yennefer; it was after all the only way the mage would trust her enough to help. 

"Are you sure you'd like to know? It's very unbelievable." Olivia had to confirm if she could trust the mage. Right now, she knew she couldn't but if she told her her story would the other woman trust her or use her? There was only one way to tell at this point so she helped the witch from her bath and allowed her to dress before the two sat in the bathing chambers side by side.

Olivia spilt it all to Yennefer. Not letting go of much more detail than what was needed for the mage to know. She told her how she came from a different reality and that in her world this place was nothing but make-believe. At first, Olivia could tell Yennefer wanted to laugh at her and call her crazy; hell Olivia would have thought the same thing. But the more she talked. The more she described her story the more the truth dawned on the mage. It finally sank home though whenever Olivia told her she knew; describing in great detail just exactly what happened to her to make her the beautiful powerful woman she was. No one outside of the academy knew what Yennefer did and most certainly not a stranger like Olivia. It was a hard pill to swallow that she knew as much by the look in her eyes as Yennefer rose and began pacing the small chambers trying to mull over the information. 

"So, asides from all that...what is it that you are needing from me?" she demanded. "This story is too wild to be true but the fact that you are describing such things is....undeniable." she finally said with shoulders slumping a little as the truth settled in.

Olivia clapped her hands together and leaned them on her legs as she looked down at her feet. "The way I came to this world was by a method called shifting. It's this weird mental projection thing like dream hopping or something that my friend back home described to me. Unfortunately, I was too drunk to realize what I was writing...I don't know if this is scripted out right now or if it's off the books because I can't find those damn pages that I wrote everything on; honestly wasn't expecting to find them here but I can't even remember what was written. I figured you could cast a spell or something to be able to go into my memories. " the dark brunet started looking up at the other.

"I don't know that sort of magic to do that...not without killing you." Yennefer stated after a moment looking regrettable as she said it. "But, there is an ancient way that could help if you'd be willing to try it...the problem is the ingredients for the spell are very hard to come by and are very rare. We'd have to go traveling in search to find them."

She sighed rubbed at her temples. "If it's the only way Yennefer then I'll gladly do it," Olivia replied softly; a voice full of exhaustion eclipsing every syllable.

"Something doesn't sit right here though...I understand that you must return home back to your time but...even a blind person could see that that is not what your heart wants." Yennefer sat beside the older girl and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You don't want to go home, do you?"

Olivia looked at her boots with a frown in thought. "I-of course I do! It's my home, my time. I got friends and family back there waiting. It's just..." she trailed off tipping her head to look into those deep violet eyes. "This place seems so much like a dream. Yet, even in this dream-like place...I've never felt more at home." she said softly. 

Yennefer didn't say anything after that, just looked at her with this sort of look that Olivia couldn't describe. "We'll figure it out." Yennefer finally said with a small smile. "Thank you for trusting me."

Olivia forced a small smile in return. "Thank you for believing me." now all she hopes is that she did not just screw herself over by exposing herself to the mage knowing just how vengeful Yennefer of Vendeburg could be. 

Chapter 6 Coming Soon

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