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mrsarnasdelicious · 4 years

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I am really thirsty for August Walker!

I shall be posting smutty Alpha / Omega verse blurbs for Henry’s characters. All you have to do is come into my askbox and post one of Henry’s characters and ‘I am Thirtsy!’

You startle as your door flies open. “Now.” Is all August says. You know at once what wants. You can smell it on him. It is his rutt. You sit on the edge of the table, rucking up your skirt. “Come then.” You whisper to him. He is on you at once. He kisses you greedily. You open his belt and dip your hand into his boxers.

#August Walker #August Walker x Reader #Henry Cavill #Mission Impossible Fallout #requestable #Alpha!August Walker #Alpha!Verse #holychic

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ilustrationbrew · 4 years

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And tonight I'm alive, ain't a dollar sign Guaranteed, I can blow your mind, Mwah💋 #digitalfashionillustration #digitalillustration #digitalart #digitalartwork #art #fashionart #fashionartwork #gashionartist #fashionstyle #asthetic #astheticart #girlboss #bosswear #fashion #illustration #fashionillustration #fashionista #fashiongram #fashionstyle #fashionworld #holychic #illustrationoftheday #inspiration #instagram #adobeillustrator #adobe #adobeillustrators #blowyourmind https://www.instagram.com/p/CC57xe2MuiU/?igshid=1eejj3v8nyvy2

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phoenixdowntime · 2 years

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#Holychic 2022 featuring Shirley from Red Revolutionary Kuro Comic available here redrevolutionarykuro.com #igart #lighting #instaart #illustration #blackart #blackillustration https://www.instagram.com/p/CbK7PpvuXUk/?utm_medium=tumblr

#holychic #igart #lighting #instaart #illustration #blackart #blackillustration

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nadiadreamcatcher · 3 years

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#Repost @jacuzzibassman • • • • • • Milan, Italy 👬 #bassanddrums #drumsandbass #bassplayerondrums #drummeronbass #tappost #holychic https://www.instagram.com/p/CHGUveZhyrE/?igshid=pub84zs2z6k2

#repost #bassanddrums #drumsandbass #bassplayerondrums #drummeronbass #tappost #holychic

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simple-styleblog · 4 years

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Hello Saturday....holy chic 🌻⭐ Guess who? #saturslay #fashionandstyle #fashionlover #simplestyleblog #slayday #keepitsimple #classy #chic #holychic #instafashion #mercilicious #skin #shoes #bag https://www.instagram.com/p/CCygKkuFk75/?igshid=5pd9ap0rgdss

#saturslay #fashionandstyle #fashionlover #simplestyleblog #slayday #keepitsimple #classy #chic #holychic #instafashion #mercilicious #skin #shoes #bag

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elyt · 4 years

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Continuamos!! Super amorosa mani de corazones y pandas adorable de @nailartagvzla con Color Club!!! Reposted from @nailartagvzla Hi!! Here is my #cuteanimals prompt for #nailartchallengeapril by @glamournailart #pandanails!! I hope you guys like it! Who doesn’t love pandas?? 🐼. . I used: colorclubnaillacquer #holychic (sold by @elyt.es). . #nails #nailart #animalnails #cuteanimal #panda #bluenails #lightbluenails #mattenails #stampingnails #nailstamps #stampednails #reversestamping #nailtechniques #nailstickers #ilovenails #ilovenailart #notd #nailsofinstagram #aprilnails #nailsoftoday #iloveblue #trendingnails #colorclub #myownnails https://www.instagram.com/p/B_FFhRaIQaP/?igshid=19ifa2kjiizq9

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kimbalikes · 4 years

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Orange you glad it’s Thursday? 🍊 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’ve matched my @gormanclothing Mandarino tee to my @frenchconnection_au pants, and print clashing with my @holychicstudios by @trelisecooper headband. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ More deets in my IGTV 🎬 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #TDPvipers #SummerStyleFile #kimbalikesStyleFile #TeamStyleFile #TripleCstyle #realmumstyle #40plusstyle #stylefile40plus #CurvyAU #size16style #spotmystyle #realstreetstyle #daremorecareless #sydneystyleblogger #wearedonthestreet #womenwithstyle #australianfashionblogger #everydaystyle #printclashprincess #holychic #stylefileantipodean #stylefilefruity #GormieGirlGang #gormanOOTD #showusyourgorman #kimbalikeshairbows X https://www.instagram.com/p/B9DvSLOnUnL/?igshid=kby685ccblsp

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artpop4eva · 2 years

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i hate it when girls sound absolutely lovely on studio recordings but then you listen to a live recording or one of those session recordings and youre like.... oh... um... well this is awkward

#h...holych...holychi...i cant even say it #like i love her but oh my god jst stay in the studio forever girl. oh my god.

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donephotography-blog · 7 years

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This is the end, you know #summer #2017 #smile #friends #coffee #car #positive #energy #athens #greece #love #live #colourful #easter #holidays #holychic #spirit #company #presents #kiss #off (στην τοποθεσία Nālu Café)

#greece #friends #car #company #kiss #presents #positive #easter #athens #love #summer #coffee #energy #spirit #holidays #2017 #off #smile #holychic #colourful #live

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ilustrationbrew · 4 years

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I'm sorry if I seem uninterested Oh, I'm not listening, No I'm indifferent!! #digitalfashionillustration #digitalillustration #digitalart #digitalartwork #art #asthetic #astheticart #girlboss #bosswear #fashion #illustration #fashionillustration #fashionista #fashiongram #fashionstyle #fashionworld #holychic #illustrationoftheday #inspiration #instagram #black #blackdress #illbeoverhere https://www.instagram.com/p/CC3an8-sXIe/?igshid=1jlgu74ii8nld

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handofcolors · 6 years

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A spirit called Spiti @Dhankar Monastary @himachaltourismofficial @devbhoomi_himachal @incrediblespiti @spitiholiday @k__kundra @buddhism__ @incredibleindia @indiauntravelled #unseenindia #monastery #unseenperspectives #travelgoals #himachaldiaries #spitivalley #dhankar #dhankarmonastery #buddha #buddhism #holychants #natgeomoment #early (at Spiti, Himachal Pradesh, India)

#unseenindia #monastery #unseenperspectives #travelgoals #himachaldiaries #spitivalley #dhankar #dhankarmonastery #buddha #buddhism #holychants #natgeomoment #early

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imbosskathyjo · 3 years

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#justsaying https://linktr.ee/Kathy.Klassen #bosskathyjo #twentyoneistheluckynumber #watchorjoin #gobigorgohome #whenworkisfun #whenwomenWIN #roadtoleaddirector #limelifer #holychic (at Boca Raton, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPA8aBaN6IL/?utm_medium=tumblr

#justsaying #bosskathyjo #twentyoneistheluckynumber #watchorjoin #gobigorgohome #whenworkisfun #whenwomenwin #roadtoleaddirector #limelifer #holychic

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intricate-oeuvre · 4 years

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On how to be deadly || Geralt of Rivia || part XII

Word count: 1.4k+

Summary: Axelia is Witcher experiment herself and has gone through same harsh Trials as Geralt, but she wasn’t so lucky with the outcome. Her vision didn’t become better. Therefore, she was rendered blind in the end. And because of that, she solely uses her Witcher senses to make her ways. Only potions can give her false sense of sight for limited time.Somewhere along the way she meets the Rivian. Who’s interested to know how she’s been killing monsters and hasn’t been killed herself yet.

Warnings: nakedness, bad grammar. Insinuated smut? angst, girls being girls or something. it’s getting angsty at the end again!! Filler chapter!!

A/N: STAY SAFE! WASH YOUR HANDS AND FOR FUCKS SAKE STAY HOME!!!

part I || part II || part III || part IV || part V || part VI || part VII || part VIII || part IX || part X || part XI || part XII || part XIII | Epilogue

Axelia wasn’t sure if she could go back to him so easily. But she couldn’t deny that she had missed his warmth, his strong hands holding her, his lips against her skin.

Young woman looked up the man, searching his eyes for a second. Letting him invade all of her senses.

For him she smelled of velvet rose and sandalwood. Always. Always reminding him of home.

For her… well…he had broken her heart so many times, she wasn’t sure how to pinpoint his scent. There was that akin smell of leather, cedar and moss. Most likely from all the nights spent in forests and fields. It gave her this sentimental feeling, making her remember better times. And yet… there was this other undertone of scent. That strictly reminded her what both of them were. Monsters. Trained killers. Gore. Demise.

So, he wore the smell of blood and death like a perfume.

Something almost… unbreakable… Rough… about it.

Then her hands shot up and, standing on her tiptoes, she cradled his face and pressed her lips against his. Geralt’s hands slid down to her waist, rough fingers digging in her skin and pulling her into him.

Yeah, she definitely missed this part. Such goddess on top of him.

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Suddenly there was a knock on the door, disturbing both lovers and their lustful embraces on the bed. Axelia nor Geralt didn’t seem to notice it until a voice said out loud:

“You are supposed to get ready not roll around in bed.”

Axelia and Geralt looked at the intruder. Both caught in this act of debauchery, breaths heavy as ever.

“What the--?” Axelia yelped, at start not being able to dispatch who was standing in the room. All she could do was to grab onto Geralt.

“Jaskier.” Geralt grumbled in warning, his hand protectively wrapping around Axelia’s naked back, pulling her closer to his own chest.

“Oh, stop your boorish grunts. We have wedding feast to attend.” Jaskier came marching in and carrying clothes with him. Completely ignoring two naked bodies in the bed, that were half hidden behind the silken bedspreads.

“Pardon… Going where now?” Axelia slid off of Geralt and pulled the blanket higher in front of her naked chest.

“Lord Chetword’s daughter has married to-day and there is a feast, of course.” Jaskier explained walking further in the room and laying clothes on the back of the chair.

“Who are we?” Axelia narrowed her eyes, her breath still slightly uneven.

“We.” Geralt looked at her across his shoulder, now sitting on the edge of the bed, grabbing pants out of Jaskier’s out-stretched hand.

“Come again? What?” Axelia blinked rapidly.

“Now, now. It’s enough of lazing around. Come, I got you dresses, come, choose.” Jaskier threw cluster of dresses on the end of the bed.

“I don’t…” Axelia eyed them warily.

“You don’t what?” Jaskier quirked eyebrow at her, hands on his hips.

“She doesn’t wear dresses.” Geralt sighed as he got up and walked over to the chair.

"Why?” Jaskier narrowed his eyes at her.

“I need to be able to fight not look like girl from home-grown brothel.” Axelia explained, slightly growing more irritated.

“Utter nonsense.” Jaskier swatted at nothing. Axelia reached across the bed to pull one of the dresses closer to her, her left hand still holding blanket against her chest.

“Where am I supposed to put my sword? Daggers?” Axelia turned the fabric around in her hand.

“You don’t need to be a witcher tonight. No monsters will attack.” Jaskier said, looking at another dress.

“Huh, monsters. How about all those nilfgaardians with shit-eating grins that patrol the edge of this kingdom? Pretty sure that they are in the forests, just waiting to strike at all these imbeciles who do absolutely nothing.” Axelia huffed and threw the dress back on the bed and leaned against the headboards, her head turned too look through window on her right.

“Tonight, lady shouldn’t curse.” Jaskier pointed at her.

“Get fucked.” Axelia rolled her eyes. Her statement making Geralt snort and Jaskier look at her with wide mouth, blinking in surprise.

Silence.

Jaskier was still gaping like fish, his eyes turning to Geralt, silently asking for help.

“She’ll come.” Geralt sighed with slow blink as he pulled on the shirt. Axelia’s eyes shot to Geralt, catching unreadable expression on his face.

“Good. Till later. And, please, for the love of God, pick at least one dress.” Jaskier sighed defeatedly.

“I make no promises.” Axelia mumbled, her eyes once again running along the dresses on the bed.

“Then go naked, see if I care.” Jaskier groaned and went to the door.

Before he could leave, Axelia sat up straight:

“How much time do I have? To get ready?”

“Rough two hours.” He sang, leaving the room and closing the doors behind him.

“Oh, I make it rough.” Axelia grinned as her eyes slid to Geralt, raising on her knees to make her way to the edge of the bed, letting the silk blanket run down her bare body. Raising her hands, she reached out for the witcher in front of her.

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An hour later, Axelia was sitting on the bed. Geralt had already left and she was now alone. Ciri accompanied her just minutes later.

“Are you ready?” girl had asked. Axelia didn’t answer, only hummed, lacing the front strings of the skin-coloured corset.

“Did you choose a dress, then? Because Jaskier told me that—” Ciri said, her eyes momentarily jumping to doors.

“Whatever he told you is bullocks.” Axelia sighed. She stood up, only dressed in corset, undergarments and shoes.

“Dresses are so impractical.” Axelia sighed.

“And ugly…” she mumbled soon after, her eyes narrowing at some of the dresses.

“White? As if I am the young bride? Red? Like blood. This beige one? Like some frail maiden. Too restricting, too girly…” With roll of her eyes, she plucked the black dress from the bed.

“Hold this.” She thrusted it in Ciri’s hands, as she picked up scissors and a burning candle.

Next couple of minutes, Axelia was cutting, ripping and mending with candle’s flame, a dress, that she would at least be pleased to wear.

“Why are you doing this?” Ciri glanced down at Axelia who had leaned down to make a long slit. “And why are you cutting off the sleeves?”

“Because…” she trailed off, her white eyes following the flame as it went along the edge of fabric, “I need to hide things… in my dress… and I can’t swing my hands if I have tight fabric around my shoulders.”

“What things, thought?” Ciri paid close attention to Axelia’s skilful movements.

“Knives… daggers… depends…” Axelia stood fully and blew out the candle.

“Now, can you get ready?” Ciri said, glancing out of the window.

“I wonder where you got that impatience from…” Axelia whispered and turned to pull on the dress.

“I already want to leave.” She said out louder.

“Just entertain Jaskier’s thought of a party for couple of hours.” Ciri smiled reassuringly.

“Jaskier is not the one I want to entertain…” Axelia said, and the realized how it sounded and quickly added: “Or anyone, for that matter.”

Snuggly putting small knife between her breasts, and hiding a dagger in the garter around her thigh, Axelia run her hands down the sides of the dress.

“This is how them all mages dress?” Axelia looked at Ciri.

“Yeah… speaking of mages…” Ciri trailed off.

“What?” Axelia wanted to know, her hands raising to rearrange the decorative metal shoulder pads that had light chains running in low arcs across her back.

“Yennefer is coming, too.” Ciri said quietly and unsurely.

“Alright.” Axelia let out a deep sigh, and tended to her hair, making it into a messy knot at the top of her neck. Couple of strands framing her face. Her eyebrows raised as she listened.

“And… well… what I gathered, earlier, when Geralt was talking with Yen… Yennefer… Aa… They are going together?” Ciri winced at her own words.

Axelia froze. Her face turning stoic and apathetic. Why she wasn’t surprised, was beyond her. She kind of expected it. She felt as if all her being just turned into ashes.

“It’s nothing new, I assume.” Axelia chewed on nothing and let her hands fall to her sides.

“But you’re still coming, right?” Ciri dared to ask.

“Yeah… to entertain Jaskier, I suppose…” Axelia mumbled. Dipping her fourth-finger in a pot of waxy lipstick, made her lips look dark, yet faded purple.

“Let’s go, so I can leave faster.” Axelia rolled her eyes and strode out of the room. Her long legs with heels on, carrying her quickly ahead, making Ciri run after her.

And suddenly, when she was walking down the lengthy hall to the feast, she felt… done?

And her ashes becoming steel.

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part I || part II || part III || part IV || part V || part VI || part VII || part VIII || part IX || part X || part XI || part XII || part XIII | Epilogue

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It’s about to get lit next chapter, because somebody is about to be kidnapped. There’s gonna be running in long dresses. Axelia and Yennefer will be bitches at each other. It’s gonna be a shit-show. Geralt is still confused puppy about his feelings. But Yennefer can really go fuck herself in my fic, tho.

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ohvalleyofplentyyy · 4 years

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Merlin’s Blood - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: A Memory

Okay so I can either let the Bard drown and the Witcher die from water in his lungs… or save them.

Gross.

“Help! Oh please have mercy on me gods above! I’ll be good I promise, I’ll, I’ll pick up trash with I see it, I’ll pay for beer next time Geralt and I are at a pub! I’ll change my underwear daily—“

“Okay please stop I don’t need to know any more details about that!”

“AHH!”

Jaskier’s grip slipped as your voice surprised him but he clung onto the log for dear life again. He looked relieved to see you but then his face dropped. “Y/N you need to get out of here! I mean, putting me on the bank would be helpful but I don’t know when Geralt will wake up and… I don’t want him to do something he’ll regret.”

You moved your hand across the top of the water, dipping only your index and middle finger into the liquid. His shirt detached from whatever it was caught on and he started flowing downstream on the log. You then waved your arm and the current turned him to the bank. He climbed up onto the shore, panting from all the swimming.

“Alright,” you turned to leave but stopped and let out a big breath, “hold on, one more thing.”

You walked off the water and over to Geralt, Jaskier started crawling faster over, as if trying to block your path.

“Relax, I’m not going to kill him.”

Even though I should, but mom would never forgive me.

“Darling! What on Earth are you doing to the curtains?!” Your mother came rushing into the library, catching 9 year old you staring in terror and embarrassment at the satin curtains that were now on fire. “Mommy! I didn’t mean to! Rhean was teasing me about my lineage and I—“

Rhean was your older brother, well, adoptive older brother. His family and the kingdom he was from perished in a horrible war with the neighboring kingdom. The king was your father’s best friend and they had both made a vow that if something happened to the other, they would take in their children as their own.

You were only two when this happened and since you were the only child your parents ever had (i.e no boys) your father decided that it would be easier to just pass the throne to him.

Your mother had fought for you but in the end, to quote your dad, ‘it might be easier to just have a human rule a human kingdom instead of… whatever she is.’

Yeah, ouch.

Rhean, once he was old enough to understand that he would become king, made it his destiny to torture you with the fact that you had been passed up to rule and he was going to be in charge. You didn’t know why he punished you, maybe because of the fact that he had no family?

Honestly, it didn’t matter cause in the end, he died.

Your mother wrapped her arms around you and moved her right hand down in a straight line, ceasing the fire that raged in the room full of books. “It’s alright darling, look everything is back to normal.” You sniffled, “I’m not normal.”

She smiled sweetly at you but with a bit of sadness behind it. But you didn’t notice, you were 9 and the most important thing to you in that moment was what would happen to the now ruined curtains.

“It’s good to not be normal, being normal would be boring, you’d be like everyone else.” The queen picked you up and carried you up to your room, leaving a few maids to deal with the curtains.

Once in your room, your mother and you sat on the bed, looking out of the window watching the stars twinkle in the edge of evening. “Mommy, what’s Rhean always teasing me about? I’ve looked through almost all the books we have here but I can’t find any answers. What’s the matter with my lineage?” She took your hands in hers, “There’s nothing wrong with our bloodline, it’s just different from others and that makes them scared.”

You climbed farther up on the bed and wrapped your arms around your tiny kid legs, “How does Rhean know more about it than me?” “Your father thought that it would be better if the,” she swallowed, “future king knew about our… abilities.”

You scoffed, “He’s not the rightful heir, but he’s been chosen to precede father, how is that fair.”

She continued, “Y/N I need you to know that you are very powerful. Forget anything that Rhean says, just believe in yourself and be careful who you tell things to, the important things.”

She climbed up next to you snuggling down into the comforter. “The important things?” You questioned. “People can be cruel, you have a magic that some could only wish to imagine. Don’t tell anyone what you can do, unless you’re sure.”

“Okay Mommy.”

You moved both your hands each one starting from the top to the bottom, creating a circle. Then you moved both hands up, index fingers pointing at Geralt. Immediately he started coughing up water.

“Alright, since I just saved the man who wants to kill me, I’m going to leave and try to get a head start.” You turned to leave when the white-haired man rasped, “Wait.”

“Why should I?” You exclaimed, whipping around to see the two companions propped up against a tree. “Because I want to know if you know this name.” You crossed your arms, “Okay, shoot.”

“Nheanr.”

You searched your mind, eyebrows scrunched together.

Nheanr?

Doesn’t ring a bell. Hm.

“Nope, sorry. Can I go now?” The Witcher stood up on jelly legs, grumbling incoherent words to himself. Quickly, you moved into a defensive stance not knowing if he was tricking you or not. Moving your hands out to the water, you made an icicle form and come float at your side, pointed and ready to strike.

“I’ve decided not to kill you.”

You made a sarcastic grin at him, “Gee thanks, what a relief.” Jaskier now staggered up and walked between you. “Alright, so Geralt has said he means no harm, can you lower the ice dagger please?” You shot him a look, “You really think I’m going to believe him?”

The tall man leaned against the tree, “Why would someone be trying to kill you?” He said. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Hmm, I wonder why someone who wants to kill a person powerful enough to wipe out an entire order of mages and start a dictatorship over the entire continent.” The musician scrunched his face, “she’s got a point there.”

“Well whoever they are, they seem pretty determined to take your bloodline out.” You sighed, slightly lowering the icicle, causing Jaskier to let out a small breathe of relief.

“I just don’t know who has the records to know who’s a descendant and who isn’t, the books of my family tree were burned so long ago to keep us safe.” “Well, apparently some knowledge of your abilities didn’t go up in flames.”

You laughed and sunk into your left hip, dropping the hold on your dagger and propping your hand on your right hip. “You think?”

Time is of the essence, I need to go.

“I guess thanks for deciding to not kill me but I gotta go—“ “Wait!” Before you could teleport to anywhere but there, the bard shouted out. You looked at him, hand in position to leave, “What?” He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to Geralt, suspiciously mouthing something to him with his back turned you determined from the change in the Witcher’s face. He, with all his strength it looked like, wrapping an arm around the grumbling man and pulling him over to you.

“Why don’t we accompany you?”

You can never get things done simply can you Y/N?

You chuckled and started walking away, “Sorry boys I don’t feel like babysitting while on the run for my life.”

At your statement, the Witcher seemed to gain a bit of confidence and snapped back, “What do you mean babysit?” The two travel companions started following you into the forest, decidedly leaving the flooded river behind. You sighed and slowed your pace to walk between them.

“Didn’t I just save your life back there?” “Actually—“ “And didn’t I get your precious bard out of danger in that town— “Hey I was helping you—“ “Didn’t I have to take over the reins of, what’s his name, Roach?” At that statement, Geralt cackled surprisingly. “You never mentioned that Jaskier.” The musician now was a lovely shade of pink.

“Speaking of, where is your horse?” “Traded him for extra money I’ll get him later.” You raised an eyebrow at the odd statement but let it go, seeing as it wasn’t the strangest thing about this whole ordeal.

“Alright so where are we going, any plan?” Jaskier asked.

You bit the inside of your lip, debating if you could tell them your emergency idea you were thinking about the moment you watched that arrow embed itself in Branson. “Yeah, sort of.”

“Go on then, what’s the first step on this journey?”

“I’m going to find Merlin’s Tomb.”

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