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nnightskiess · 9 months

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everytime you leave, part four

₊° - 𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

everytime you leave, masterlist

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The moment Tissaia walked up to the distraught girl, sitting in the remnants of what had been her village, the mage had tried her hardest to close her heart off, to just treat her with a stiff lip and a harsh word, for it was the way mages learned best, in her opinion. Then her footsteps had carefully led her closer, the stench of burned flesh, wood and leather making her inhale with tiny puffs breaths. The moment the young girl had felt a shadow loom over her, she'd looked up with a tear-stained face, eyes red and big and filled with terror. With her tattered clothes barely still covering her body and her skin smeared with dirt, blood and ash, she looked half-alive. And perhaps, going by the look on the girl's face, she would have preferred being among the dead. But it was what was in the palm of her hands that had made Tissaia suck in a breath.

Tissaia swiftly looked around the scorched earth and saw the faint flickering of melted-down armour here and there lying among the people the soldiers had killed before coming to their own demise. There was no normal fire that could have melted a soldier's armour the way it had. No, it demanded another kind of fire, one with flames so heated that the warmth could be felt all the way to the Blue Mountains of Hertch.

With her mouth slightly agape from the shock, she quickly knelt down in front of the girl and rather harshly pulled her closer by her wrists. She turned the girl's palms open to her view, but let them go almost right after. She looked at her own leathered gloves, which had started to melt, leaving a horrible smell behind to mix with the stench of death all around them. Dazed, she stood back up almost immediately, sparing the young girl in front of her another quick glance, only to now be met with a determined and stern expression from the girl. As if she knew what she had done to her.

The realisation of the severity of the situation came as quickly as the heat that suddenly warmed her face and made droplets of sweat dance against her forehead. But Tissaia stayed put, straightened her posture and lifted her chin. She had made up her mind.

With her hand outstretched, she voiced, "Come with me."

The fear and distrust returned to the young girl's face as she stared at Tissaia's hand, before her eyes went back up to the mage's face. The woman had her hair high up in an elegant style, with leathered gloves and boots and a dress hiding beneath a mantel she was sure costed more than her entire village could have afforded.

"Come," Tissaia tutted, sending her a derogatory glare, "Where else would you go now?"

The strange woman's words cut deep, and the girl had to bite her lip to stop it from trembling. It was as if the woman was taunting her with the look in her eyes. As if to say, who do you have left to wait around for?

"Or do you wish for them to find you when they come to see what's happened here?" Tissaia retreated her offered hand and looked down upon the girl, trying her best to not let the intrigue and sympathy show through her eyes. "Follow me." Tissaia turned on her heel, expecting the girl to stand up and follow her, like they always did.

"I would rather die." The young girl spat out her words with a certain kind of venom that surprised Tissaia.

She stopped and inspected the poor thing on the ground; the fabric around her stomach and hip had been caught by flames and revealed the nastiest burns on her skin. The girl sat shivering from her injuries but with her head held high nonetheless. Tissaia tilted her head, "Poor pup, if that didn't kill you, then you'll never die," Tissaia spoke, knowing the young girl had no idea of the knowledge the mage held, or what she'd just done either.

Tissaia looked around at the scorched bodies, "It seems you sacrificed a great deal to hone that power. It would be a waste to let it fizzle out with you. Now follow if you don't want any of this to happen again." Her finger pointed out the destruction around them.

The inner turmoil of the girl was hardly masked from her face. It was clear she was battling thoughts and worries and dealing with guilt and grief all at the same time. But Tissaia wasn't surprised to see the girl stumble to stand on her two feet, for she'd heard her thoughts and the decision made before she'd made the movement to follow. Hot angry tears fell out of her eyes and dropped onto her cheeks.

"And stop crying, there's no room for weakness at Aretuza."

Tissaia landed the first of what would be many blows to Y/N's thick skin, but she knew it was needed in order to make the young girl into a strong and resilient mage. If anything, perhaps the most renowned mage there would ever be, if Tissaia would play her cards right and keep her under her wing. However, she would keep the story of what had happened here, of how she'd burned her hands from a simple touch and how her gloves had melted from even standing near, a secret. For if the Continent learned of a living and breathing mage who had survived using fire magic, the young mage would be a dead woman walking.

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Tissaia had been well aware that each and every step and choice that would be taken next, would have to be thought through in order for this to pan out well. From giving the girl the proper instructions to pairing her up with the right mages to fully hone and explore the depths of her magic. As she pulled the girl along through the cold and windy hallways of Artezua by her upper arm, her brain already racked with strategies and plots. But when a strangled sob escaped from the girl, she realised she was more than just a pawn for the Brotherhood. She was a young mage, hurting, grieving and perhaps utterly terrified, and Tissaia should have known better than to pluck her out of her life so harshly and dump her in her new one without any further explanation. Still, perhaps installing some fear would help keep the young mage quiet about what had happened, about what she could do. It will all be for the greater good, she had thought to herself, one day, the girl would look back and understand.

The minute the pair had left the burned-down village, the girl had been too exhausted to keep up her chaos, and the uneasy heat that she held around her had dissipated. Instead, silent tears started to fall at the realisation that everything would change. Still, the girl had held an everpresent frown on her face and her lips had snarled in hatred. Tissaia could feel the chaos bubbling beneath the girl's chest, even when weakened, and felt the power of it coursing through the young mage's veins. She knew exactly what to do with her.

Tissaia opened the door, led the young girl to her bed and turned back around, leaving no room for questions or coddling before she locked her inside. Immediately she could hear footsteps fast approaching before banging on the door echoed through the halls.

"Let me go, you vile bitch!"

So much for keeping her quiet, Tissaia thought, and immediately silenced the noise with a hushed spell. But three doors down, glancing between the tiniest crack of her door, young mage Yennefer of Vengerberg had seen it all.

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Hours passed and had left your knuckles bruised and tattered from trying to find a way out. The stretching of your burning skin hurt and it was damp from infection, but no pain would ever be as horrible as the breaking of your heart. Your voice was hoarse from all the screaming, so you had taken to kicking the door instead, but when your body had taken over to scream in exhaustion, you had fallen to the floor. As if someone had sensed your surrender, soon the door opened again and a young woman appeared in the doorway, an almost painful apologetic smile on her face as she took you in. Her red hair bounced off her chest as she quickly bent down to your height, her hands outreached. You recoiled at her sudden movement but saw the pain in her eyes double with that reaction.

"I don't know what you have gone through, but I am so sorry that it's caused you such great pain. It's okay now, you're safe here, at Aretuza," Though she tried her best to make you feel at ease, you were wary, "I'm Triss. Is it okay if I can touch your wounds to heal them?"

You glared at her outstretched hands as if the most dangerous insect of the Continent was crawling along her fingers. Heal you... what did that even mean? You'd heard of mages and their powers, but also heard of how they could manipulate the mind and the senses. Was this a trap? Would this woman let you do her bidding with just one touch of her fingers? You still weren't sure why the elegant but stern lady had found you and decided to take you back to her den full of witches. What were their plans for you?

You made a show to look behind and around her, then huffed, "Where are your bandages? Your salves and your ointments?"

The red-haired woman, Triss, only smiled uneasily, "I'm a mage, I use my chaos to heal, watch-" Her thumb hovered over the bruises on your knuckles as they disappeared slowly but surely, only itching slightly, "That was all. I can do it for all of your wounds, if you'd like."

A new wave of shivers crept up your spine at the heated burn of your wounds and you wiped a layer of sweat from your face. Glancing back down at your head, you realised there was no trace of the burn mark whatsoever, as if it hadn't even happened at all.

"It won't leave any scars, I promise," Triss reassured, sensing the unease.

"Then how will I remind myself what happened?"

Triss furrowed her brows," Wouldn't you like to forget?"

"Forget about what? My life? My family?" You raised your voice and pushed yourself to sit against the bed, away from the mage who clearly didn't understand at all. "What happened to them? What-" Suddenly, you stopped and looked up, "Did she send you?"

"Who?"

"That devilish hag?!"

Triss blinked rapidly and stumbled back at your tone, "Tissaia? What's she done to-"

"Thank you, Triss. You're needed elsewhere now." Tissaia loomed in the doorway, hands folded together and that same stiff lip on her face.

"But I haven't even-" Triss shut up and disappeared herself after just a look from her rectoress.

The ticking of Tissaia's heels echoed against your lonely room. She bend down and tightly gripped your chin in her hand, "Are you so bend on dying, weak pup?" She squeezed your chin, "Can't even accept help when it's offered to you?"

"I've learned that help is often offered only when one expects something in return." You did your best to keep your head high, despite the woman's efforts to pull your chin down.

"You're a clever girl, aren't you?" She let go and stood back, sending a half smirk your way before turning serious again. It was as if her eyes showed a sudden unease with the blow she was going to have to deal next, "So clever that you haven't even figured out that you were the one to burn your family to ashes. So naive," She tutted and shook her head in a derogative manner.

"What do you mean?" Your face paled even more at her statement, at what you had worried about but had pushed to the back of your mind during all the agonisingly long hours that had passed.

As if a flick had been switched in Tissaia, she smiled softly, "Oh sweet girl, you have no idea?" She watched the confusion on your face and continued, "There's a great deal of chaos rumbling beneath your skin, itching at it and travelling through the network of your veins. You just had your conduit moment today. They often happen when one's emotions are heightened, when one is in great distress or danger, for example."

"I'm a mage?" You stumbled out, not wanting to believe her but knowing that things suddenly started to make sense. From the unexplainable moments in your life to what had occurred hours ago.

"Some girls turn their siblings into pigs during a fight for their conduit moment, you just had to burn your whole village, didn't you?" The hostile tone returned, as if Tissaia couldn't let herself be softer with you than the others for longer than needed.

"I didn't! They pillaged and ransacked our village! Hurt the women and the children and killed the men. They were going to torch the place!"

"Yet you were the one to make it go boom."

"I wasn't- Surely I couldn't have-" Instead of granting you an answer or some explanation to help you order your thoughts, the woman kept silent to watch you connect the dots right in front of her. Your father had instructed the entire family to lock yourself up in the cellar, but when the pillagers had kicked down the door, slain your father and grabbed your youngest sibling and put a blade through them as if they were but a piece of meat, the only thing you could remember is seeing red. Then flames. Unrelenting tall flames. Then nothing, for a while, until Tissaia had stood in front of you to take your attention away from the destruction around you.

"Your disruption of chaos didn't just cause a ripple, it was a tidal wave," Frustrated, Tissaia grabbed your hands and opened your palms, "You hold a great power that can be dangerous to us all. The Continent will erupt in chaos if they know of your existence, for no young mage has ever lived to see another day after using fire magic. People will try and hunt you down. You are not meant to exist. Your chaos is destructive, it could start wars." She watched the horror on your face, "But it can end wars, too, only if you work on keeping your chaos bottled. But with your lack of control, I doubt that will ever happen-" The sympathy disappeared again, "Unless... you accept my help. I will keep you safe here at Aretuza. I will mentor you and help you control it."

You bit your trembling lip, hating how you were still stuck on the fact you had killed your entire family. Though the woman had previously made fun of your weakness, her eyes were less cold as she looked down on you now.

After a long train of thought, you grumbled, "So what do you expect in return?"

She smiled, giving you an accomplished nod. You were already understanding life as a mage, "To keep it all between us. You have never used fire magic. You survived after your chaos and conduit moment made the pillager's brains simmer out of their eyes."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I won't keep my end of the bargain." She stared at you with a look of finality, making it clear she did not condone any resistance to her offer.

A single nod of your head was enough to satisfy Tissaia, "I will send Triss back and you will accept her help this time."

"What if I don't want the scars to disappear?"

Tissaia examined you, trying to decipher the train of thought that went behind those words,

"Then they'll serve as a great reminder of what happened when you lost control."

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Yennefer walked into Aretuza's dining hall, approaching the first mage she knew and immediately opening her mouth, "They're holding an injured girl hostage."

Annika looked up at her, confused, "The Brotherhood?"

"No, yes, I don't know. I saw Tissaia bring her in, with my own eyes." Yennefer muttered with hatred laced in her voice, still not having found her peace and home within the walls of Aretuza.

"Then surely there must be a reason. Rectoress de Vries would never just-"

"She did it with me too, only shorter. When I first came here." Yennefer clarified and licked her lips, sending dangerous glares at the pair of older mages who she knew had been staring at the deformation of her back.

"Oh-" Sabrina approached, a smirk tugging at her lips, "What are you two gossiping about? Do go on."

And so the rumour had started, making Tissaia catch wind of it before the end of the afternoon. To say the woman was furious was an understatement. All Yennefer of Vengerberg had done since her arrival, had been to make things ten times more difficult for her, refusing to adapt. So, it didn't come to Yennefer's surprise that she was summoned to the rectoress office again. If anything, an accomplished glint in her eyes made it clear to Tissaia that she was happy she had disrupted her plans, even if the girl could not have any idea what they were.

"Sit." Tissaia's stern voice instructed when she heard Yennefer's uneven step enter her quarters. She kept her back towards the girl. "You seem to take a great liking to lighting all the fires I'm trying to put out, do you not?"

"Why are you keeping that girl locked up?"

Tissaia turned around, her eyes narrowed, "Why are you sticking your nose in the business of the Brotherhood? Are you so keen to dig through our dirt, piglet? Do you miss sleeping among those beasts so much that you've turned into one?" She saw how Yennefer angrily nibbled at her bottom lip, clearly hurt by the memories of her past.

"You're keeping her against her will, as you did with me. She's hurt." Yennefer spat back after taking a couple of seconds to recuperate.

"She is delirious from her injuries and her trauma. Triss is with her. Has that quelled your curiosity enough?"

"So that means you did take her involuntarily."

Tissaia locked her jaw in frustration, feeling anger bubbling, "She's safer with us, as you all are. Her chaos needs to be mentored as much as anyone else's." She examined Yennefer's face, sensed the intrigue still in her eyes and tilted her head, "If you're so drawn by her, go fetch her for me." With a look that told Yennefer to get up and leave, Tissaia kept her eyes burning in the back of the young mage's head as she left.

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The itching of your skin moved all over your body, where your burns had previously festered and bled, but where faint scars now coated your skin instead. Your trembling fingers traced the one on your torse and stomach, the bumps and unevenness of them still appearing to the soft touch of your fingertips. Triss had done her best to heal the wounds but leave the scars, without making them too unbearable to look at. You could see it pained the mage to not be able to heal you properly, that your need to hold on to your trauma was greater than the need to heal. Still, she knew that not every mage's conduit moment was smooth sailing, so she had kept her mouth shut and had only looked at you with a calm sense of understanding in her eye.

Suddenly, you felt the air change, felt your head fill with prickles that weren't yours and felt the power in your veins reappear once more, as if your mind had healed together with your wounds and made chaos invite itself back beneath your chest. It elevated your senses and made you hear your heartbeat pump through your ears. But then you noticed; you saw her piercing lilac eyes staring back at you through the crack of your door before she knocked to make herself known. She did not wait for your approval, nor did she seem embarrassed that she had been caught staring. Instead, she seemed determined.

Your eyes watched the girl, from her crooked jaw to the hunchback that made her garments fall unflatteringly around her body. It made Yennefer grow self-conscious. The girl quickly pulled her dress back on her shoulder but felt it slide off again just as fast.

She took a step closer, taking in your burned-down clothes even if you had a fresh garment waiting for you on your bed, "Who are you?"

"I could ask you the same."

Ignoring your question, she took another step forward. She licked her lips, "What happened to you? Why are you here?"

The life in your eyes left as soon as she reminded you of what had happened. Yennefer's stare was intense as her big lilac eyes examined you from head to toe, intrigued by someone who seemed to suffer the same kind of welcome she'd had.

"Did she take you away from your family too?"

Your heart panged and your fingers started to tremble again as if suddenly you could feel the heat that had coursed through them mere hours ago. You felt your chaos flitting all across your body, unable to be controlled. It worried you.

"Step back," You warned, with panic and shattered devastation. If you were to set the whole of Aretuza ablaze, then surely your secret would not be safe anymore.

Yennefer kept idle, staring at your sunken form. She'd been in that position not long ago and though her heart had hardened from her time at Aretuza, together with all the challenges her old life had given her, she could feel her heart break nonetheless.

"It's not me you should fear."

You finally looked up to properly look her in the eyes, sensing the sincere warning.

"What are you not telling me?"

Yennefer licked her lips, "You won't believe me anyway, you're too new. Are you going to try and escape?"

You rose your eyebrows and kept your eyes locked firmly on hers. Yennefer found solace in the fact you hadn't gazed at her deformities more than once, just to acknowledge them and then get on with it. Usually, people's eyes would linger on those more than on her own set of eyes, begging to be looked at.

Her words made a bundle of thoughts swarm through your head. You wanted to leave this place, yes, but where would you go without anyone left alive? Without anyone to care for you? You didn't even know to what part of the Continent Tissaia had transported you to. But as you let all those insecurities fill you up, you realised one more grave reminder; if you were to run, you would be left without the safety the rectoress had promised you. If she were to find out you had left and broken your deal, she could very well send the whole Continent after you simply for still being alive after what you'd done.

Defeated, you sighed, "No."

Yennefer grew impatient and now fully closed the distance as she stood right in front of you on your bed, "Giving up already?."

"I might be new, but I know that Aretuza was designed to imprison its students," You repeated, void of hope and motivation, feeling nothing more but hollow.

"What a backbone you have."

"Then what are you still doing here?"

Within a blink, you stood face to face with the girl, your hands palmed into fists.

Finally, Yennefer's eyes softened as they looked into yours, so up close. The trauma and the terror were evident to her. Whatever you had gone through, she seemed to understand. Her eyes flashed across your face, across the crease between your brows, the dip beneath your lips and the lashes on your eyes. She saw the dirt and the smeared ash on your cheeks, but as she glanced into your eyes again, she felt a power tugging at her insides. She found a certain kind of wisdom in your irises and felt a sense of peace as you kept your gaze on her. There was a switch that flicked within her, something out of her control, something to do with her chaos, she could tell. It started to coarse through her body, making her ears pop and her skin tingle. She could feel herself grow more powerful than she'd ever had before. The feeling was ecstatic, and she closed her eyes momentarily to let herself drown in it. It was as if she was floating. Then she looked back to you still standing mere inches away from her face.

"I'm Yennefer," She softly muttered,

"Yennefer of Vengerberg."

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loverrgirll21 · 1 year

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imagine meeting the guys at kaer morhen and eskel gets a little too bold

979 words; warnings: none really, some mild spice near the end but nothing 18+

You were so nervous. And why wouldn’t you be? Geralt was taking you to Kaer Morhen to meet men who were like brothers to him.

“Geralt?”

“Hmm?” The Witcher hummed in response.

“What if they don’t like me.”

Geralt stopped Roach and looked up at you sitting on the horse’s back.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. My brothers will like you.”

And with that, you two carried on to Kaer Morhen. A little while later, you came to a clearing. Past it was a huge fortress. You gasped when you saw it. You and Geralt approached the huge doors and he opened them. “Geralt!” You heard, along with a chorus of masculine cheers. You hesitated, standing back as Geralt greeted his brothers with open arms. An older man smiled, and then looked past him at you. You walked quickly to Geralt side.

“Men, meet Y/N. She’s my-” he hesitated, “friend.”

You ignored the slight ache in your heart when he referred to you as his friend, and smiled at the guys. You quickly warned up to them. Some were a bit bold, looking you up and down, but one look from Geralt was enough to shut them up.

As you all sat around drinking beer and listening to stories from a Witcher named Lambert, the front doors suddenly flew open. Standing in the entrance was a man. He was a shorter than Geralt and had long hair that was tied in a bun at the back of his head, a piece dangling in front of his face.

“Eskel!” you hear Geralt welcome the man, smiling and approaching him with open arms. Eskel returned the hug with a grin. “Brother!”

“Eskel, what took you so long, hm? We have all been here for days, well except for Geralt.” A Witcher named Coen asked.

“Oh, it was nothing.” Eskel replied. “Got distracted by a Kikimora. Managed to kill it, however it did leave me with a pretty nasty scar.” He pointed at a gash on his forearm.

You audibly winced, and Eskel’s eyes snapped to yours. They bore holes into you, and you uncomfortably shifted away, drinking from your cup. You felt Eskel approach you and kneel in front of you. You looked at him, and then past to see Geralt watching Eskel like a hawk. The other men also looked tense.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked with slight disdain.

You swallowed your beer. “Y/N. I came here with Geralt.”

Eskel looked slightly surprised that Geralt would be willing to drag you around, but shook it off and grabbed your hand. You were about to yank it away when he placed a gentle kiss on it.

“Welcome to Kaer Morhen, Y/N.”

That night, Eskel decided to throw a party to celebrate the return of all the Witchers. He invited girls from the nearby town, and brought out almost all the alcohol in Kaer Morhen. You were glued to Geralt’s side most of the night, but when he had to go help Vesemir, you immediately caught the attention of Eskel.

“Y/N! Come dance with me!” he shouted over the music.

“I am quite alright, Eskel. I might actually go to bed soon. I am very tired.”

He frowned. “Aw come on, Y/N, just one dance?”

You rolled your eyes but relented. He held one of your hands and put his other hand on your waist, pulling you against him. Your eyes widened at the sudden movement, but the music immediately started getting faster and you were pulled around the room by Eskel.

Everything was going okay, until the music started slowing down and you felt Eskel’s hand going lower. He suddenly gripped your bottom, and you pushed yourself out of his grasp.

“What the hell, Eskel?!” you yelled angrily. You then saw Geralt approach him from behind and spin him around.

“Eskel, I think it’s time you go to bed.” he growled, anger clouding his eyes.

Eskel grinned, clearly drunk out of his mind. “Your girl can dance quite well, Geralt. I wonder what else she can do. That must be the reason you keep her around. Mind if I have a go?”

In a split second you saw the entire dynamic of the room change. Geralt’s fist connected with Eskel’s face at full force, and he was caught by Lambert, who was anticipating the fall. You looked shocked as Geralt approached you and put his hand on your lower back. He leaned down to your ear.

“Let’s go.” he whispered. You nodded and followed him as he led you to your room. Your room was the nicest, with a queen bed and no rats.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry about Eskel, he can be an idiot when he’s drunk.” Geralt asked you, concern flashing in his amber eyes.

“I’m okay, Geralt. Thanks for defending my honor.” you smiled playfully at him. He smirked back, and there was a beat of silence.

You grabbed the back of Geralt’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His rough hands immediately found your hips and his tongue pushed against your lips until you submitted to him. You threw your head back when you ran out of breath, and he kissed across your jaw and down your neck. You arched against him, relying on his solid chest and strong arms for support. He had backed you guys into a wall, and you felt his mouth going lower, running over your collarbone and the top of your cleavage.

You grabbed his head and pulled him up to meet your gaze. The both of you stared at each other, breathing hard, until you shyly smiled at him.

“I guess we’re more than friends, huh?” you asked.

“Oh, darling, I’ve wanted to be more than friends since the moment I met you.” Geralt muttered, pulling you in for another searing kiss.

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hopeluna-archived · 2 years

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Something like that

Geralt of Rivia x fem!Reader

Warnings: some mentions of bleeding but nothing too graphic, strong language, Geralt being Geralt, my dumb ass leaving the story unfinished

A/N: I don't know what the heck this is, its been in my drafts for so long

M.list

Music and laughter could be heard from the tavern Geralt was heading to. It had been a long journey for him, finding the nearest town to stay for the night.

Usually when he would enter, everyone would halt what they were doing to stare at the witcher. Not this time though. As he stepped into the tavern, everyone was circling around some bards who were singing cheerfully with the people joining in.

Making his way to a table at the back, Geralt ordered a drink from a maid who was passing by.

Looking around the place, his eyes scanned the people. Some sharing stories of their adventures, some flirting with the maids, some fighting and others who had passed out either from the drinking or the fighting, one couldn't really tell but what caught his eyes where a woman sitting at a table across the room, reading a book amidst all this chaos.

Geralt didn't know why she caught his attention, maybe it was how she was reading a book as if she unaware of her loud surroundings.

Almost as if she could feel his gaze, the woman looked up from her book. Making eye contact for a split second, Geralt looked away quickly lightly blushing, not that he would ever admit to it.

Looking back after a few seconds, the woman softly smiled at him and went back to her book. Geralt gazed at her for a few seconds before shaking his head and taking a swig from his drink .

An hour or so had gone by but the liveliness in the place did not stop. Geralt had been sitting at his table, having a couple of drinks and looking around the place from time to time though he avoided gazing at the woman with the book for too long in case she caught him staring again.

Speaking of her, Geralt glanced at where she was sitting only to find her seemingly walking towards him.

Fuck. Geralt straightened up, not sure why he was nervous as it was very unlike him.

The woman took a seat at the table at a distance from him. "You looked like you wanted to say something" softly smiling at him, her voice was gentle over all the cheering and singing.

Did he want to say something? Geralt didn't really know. It was likely the first time he had ever been uncertain of what to do. "What book are you reading?" Geralt mentally facepalmed himself at blurting out something he didn't even wanna know.

"Oh this?" She lifted a book from her satchel "its just a book about healing"

"You're a healer?"

"Something like that" She smiled at him, putting the book back inside her satchel.

"Hmm" Geralt took a swig of his drink not knowing what else to say.

After a few seconds of silence, the woman abruptly stood up which made Geralt almost spill his drink a little.

Glancing at her, she was looking across at a quite drunk woman with golden hair who was dancing or more like stumbling to the music.

"It was nice to talk to you even though our conversation was short but I must go now" the woman gave Geralt a kind smile, which made him melt on the inside for some reason.

She made her way to the blonde woman, leading her outside the tavern in a hurry. As she left, Geralt sat there wondering how he didn't even get her name which he didn't understand why he even wanted to know in the first place as he was not the kind of person to do that.

He shrugged it off, trying to get his mind of the woman he got up to talk to the innkeeper for a place to stay for the night.

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"Fuck"

Geralt groaned, holding on to his side where he was bleeding from his fight with a monster.

With a pounding headache, he made his way to a lake. What he didn't expect was the same woman from the tavern he met about a week ago, seemingly plucking some small plants.

Same as that night, as if almost feeling his gaze on her she looked up.

"What are you- are you alright?" She hurried towards Geralt after noticing his wound.

"I'm fine" Geralt grumbled, starting to walk away cause it seemed he would have to be in search of somewhere else to rest.

"No you're not" she huffed, not backing down "you're bleeding"

"Oh really? I couldn't tell"

"You need help"

"No I don't"

"Yes you do"

"No I don't"

"Sit down"

"No" Geralt looked at her to find her looking for something inside the satchel she carried.

"Sit" her voice was firm yet gentle, which Geralt didn't know why he listened to as he sat leaning on a tree.

A few minutes or so had passed with her tending to his wound. "So you are a healer?" Geralt spoke up in hopes of making conversation which omce again he was confused as to why he even wanted to talk.

Giving him a knowing smile, she replied "something like that"

"You do know who I am right?" Geralt sat up straighter, scanning her face for any hint of fear which would usually be there on people's faces but he couldn't find any.

"You are Geralt of Rivia, a witcher" she gave him a soft smile when he hissed at her applying some ointment on his small wounds.

Geralt wondered for a second on what to say, settling on the question he had in his mind since that night.

"And you are?"

She once again gave him a smile he was rather begining to like.

"Y/N"

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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I saw that you are open to Cahir fics, so I have come to deliver (well, request)

I don’t have anything specific per say, but I’d love to see something enemies to lovers with him. Thank you so much!

"It's Different Now"

-> Cahir x GN! Reader

Notes: Lovedddd writing this. Arguing, confession of feelings. Typical enemies to lovers.

~ Poet

The double doors to the keep are opened as you approach, the cool evening air hitting your face the you step out. But you don't falter, don't hesitate, and push on despite the Black Knight hot on your heels.

Cahir, slightly winded from already chasing you through gardens and hallways, briefly nods to the guards stationed in heavy armour before quickening his pace. There's a sneer on his face the moment he spots you duck into the stables, but he swallows his pride and follows you anyway. He won't let you leave so easily.

He is a human shadow, trailing behind you and maneuvering around stable boys and loose riding equipment hanging from hooks. He narrowly avoids being swatted by an opening stall door or being tripped up by a handler. You, far more confident and sure in your end goal, hastily brush away the hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

"Cahir, I do not wish to discuss the matter any further-"

"Of course, because it's so like you to run away when matters become inconvenient," he snarks. His scowl disappears as you remove a saddle from a post and strap it onto your waiting mount. The horse - a gift of thanks for your service to the White Flame, and your escape from this conversation - snuffles at your shoulder comfortingly as you fasten and tighten various buckles. Cahir stands a few feet away, his frown deepening when you continue to avoid his eye. "Surely you do not think this is fair to either of us?"

"Things are different between us now. End of story." Your expression is stony as you mount, as neutral as you can keep it while your heart is breaking.

You both have been stationed together for far too long. So many tactics planned, journeys taken, squads trained. All while you stood by his side, simmering in feelings unbeknownst to you were affectionate, interpreting them as a mutual disdain for each other, and mourning for what could have been. Too long you waited, and it's damn time you leave this place and found love elsewhere.

No, no it's not fair to either of you.

But not everything you have endured has been fair.

The reins are tugged out of your grip. You gape down at the Knight, an unspoken question in the air.

"And what if I don't want this story to end?"

You momentarily forget the situation you're in, a pained expression morphing across your features, your steely composure crumbling under his gaze. He wets his lips, mouth suddenly dry, and grips onto the reins tighter, knuckles going white. "Allow me to make a proposal."

You snort, emotion welling up in your throat as you blink back tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. "Marriage is the last resolve I thought you'd suggest-"

"Not that sort of proposal," he bites back in frustration. Oh, how his face is flushed, and it shames him that he feels so warm at the mere idea of eloping. Your eyes bore into his, and he manages to find some strength within him to continue. "Not yet, at least."

Not yet.

A promise. Something that could be possible, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. Hope twists and gnaws within you, despite how much you want to hate it.

"I suggest," Cahir offers, "that this story of ours has a few more chapters in it yet. I think we should turn to a new page, and find what's to be."

Your horse whinnies impatiently, and suddenly paws at the ground in frustration - eager to go, you assume. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, and coo softly in an attempt to comfort your faithful animal, promising an evening gallivant no matter how this confrontation ends. In the corner of your eye, Cahir steps closer to where you are mounted.

"We've seen the worst of each other, yes? And yet," he gestures vaguely, an exasperated smile on his face. "We still refuse to abandon whatever it is we have." The tension between you is palpable, ready to snap. "I... care for you, if you can believe that. I shouldn't, but I do. And I want to do this right - I want to care for you the way you deserve."

The seconds tick by, achingly slow.

Despite pauldrons weighing down your shoulders and the armour fitted across your torso, reassured by your strength and accomplishments, you cannot help but feel stripped bare under the intensity in his eyes.

You consider batting away his hand when he reaches for your own, or even spur your horse so that you race away from him and this place entirely. But the heat from his hands bleed through the soft leather of your riding gloves and you grip his fingers tightly on instinct. After so long, so much waiting, and quiet yearning for someone who knew you at your worst and you theirs, you do not want to let him go.

A shadow of a smile is exchanged between you, like a secret in the back of the stables. You steadily dismount while he hovers beside you, a newfound softness in his tone when he speaks once more.

"If you'll let me... I want to show you the best of me. It's only fair to the both of us."

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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 2 years

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... 👰‍♀️: Moodboards ~ send me a personality trait and a character. I'll make a moodboard and write a short scene for it. For example: Morpheus x bookish!reader

Hello!! Can I please ask for Jaskier x Princess!reader please? Thank you! 😘

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"You see, I am not meant for this."

"Not meant for what?" Jaskier chuckles and you feel it vibrate in his chest. He holds you close in his arms, thin sheets covering you, protecting you from the cold of the castle walls. "A warm bed? Money? Servants? Not having to worry about your next meal?"

"Boredom," you reply and click your tongue.

He laughs again. "You're spoilt, Princess."

You sit up and look at the bard. The soft features of his face, the perfectly messy hair, the warm grey eyes watching at you with so much love - and a hint of pain when he continues: "We both knew this wasn't meant for forever."

"You don't want to take me with you?", you frown.

"Oh, I want to take you anywhere, Princess." He places his hand underneath your chin and softly guided you down to him. The kiss tasted like spring and innocence and warm rays of sunshine. "Your parents would hunt us to the end of the continent. And I am not sure I can protect you out there. I couldn't live with myself if I let you get hurt."

"I know how to use a sword." Your lips brush over his as you speak. "And let the king hunt us. I don't care." There's a smile on your face and it's contagious.

"I didn't plan on falling in love with you, you know?" He brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

"Is that yes?"

"Geralt will kick my ass." He hesitates. "Alright."

The kiss that followed lost all of its innocence.

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francis-writes · 2 years

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Rience NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Rience isn't very caring or affectionate but he will usually hug you and ask you if you're okay after everything he had done to you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As for him, he would say that he likes his hands the most. He controls his power with them and he loves how you react to their touch. As for you, Rience loves your whole body equally but if he had to pick one thing... it would be your skin. Smooth but marked with scars in some places. Most of them was made by Rience in your intimate moments and he always smiles while trailing his fingers along these marks, remembering time spent together.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… )

Rience likes to come in you. As a wizard, he's rather infertile so you don't need to worry about unexpected pregnacy.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You are his dirty secret. I mean, he doesn't want to tell people about you - firstly, because he's worried that his enemies might try to hurt or kill you in order to take revenge on him. Secondly, Rience just doesn't like to admit that he has feelings for you other than lust.

E= Experience

He is definitely experienced. Rience had many lovers in his life and he knows well what he's doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary. It may sound boring but Rience likes that this position gives him good access to your body and he can easily pin you to the bed.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Rience tries to stay serious but he still can make you laugh with a sudden snarky comment.

H=Hair

He doesn't feel a need to shave himself down there and he will refuse if you'll ask him but Rience isn't especially hairy so I don't think it's a big problem.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Even if Rience loves you, don't expect him to be romantic. He got used to sex without feelings and he doesn't feel comfortable with showing affection but maybe with time he will warm up to more intimate and close relation.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He used to do it quite often before but since he has you, he prefers having fun together.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Rience is definitely into bdsm. He loves to control you, order you, bind you or torture you. He likes to try different methods, sometimes choking you, more often using tools and his powers. Oh, yes. He would willingly burn you a bit. If these aren't your climates, Rience won't hurt you and he will agree to have more vanilla sex. But if you're into it? Get ready for one hell of a ride.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Wherever you can, I guess. He isn't picky and honestly, he can't be. You don't have a place you can call home and you spend most of your time travelling so literally any secluded place you can find is good.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Rience like to see a spark of fear in your eyes, to know that he completely controles the situation - he can tell you to do anything and you will obey. Like, he doesn't want you to be afraid of him, but Rience enjoys the feeling of power during sex with you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He hates the thought of sharing you with anybody. Rience is a very jealous person, you are his and his only. Also, he wouldn't like to hurt you... at least permanently.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers receiving oral, often pushing you head and gagging you, but when he's in mood, it turns out that Rience is very skilled with his tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rience is slow only when he wants to torture you but even then he can't hold out long enough and he quickly starts to thrust in you in wild pace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Rience prefers proper sex, he likes to take his time with you, but when you don't have much time, he will take everything he can.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Rience is very eager to try new things just to feel a rush of excitement and when he's in the moment, he doesn't care much about his or other's safety so you have to make sure yourself that you will survive sex with him without bigger damage. Or alive. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) He can go about three rounds before becoming exhausted and going to sleep.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If you count knives (and his powers, maybe?), then yes. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rience loves to tease you, is it with tone of his voice, his light touches or telling what he's going to do to you. Unfortunately, he's quite patient and can continue this game for a long time until you will finally break and come begging him to fuck you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's rather quiet, except for some grunts and moans but more often he just whispers dirty things to you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Rience isn't much of a switch, he doesn't like to change places in the bedroom (I don't know how to call it). You have to ask and beg him for a long time before Rience agree to let you dominate him (it happened maybe once or twice) and it doesn't bring him much pleasure.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Not exceptionally big, rather average but he definitely knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Definitely high, usually there isn't a day when he doesn't want to go to bed with you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually he's very tired and falls asleep right after the act.

#rience #the witcher imagine #the witcher #rience x reader #rience imagine #rience headcanons #witcher imagine #the witcher imagines

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fandom-junk-drawer · 2 years

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Imagine Jaskier, Yennefer, and Geralt are staying at an inn, and Jaskier asking Geralt if he knows any dances and Geralt just starts:

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seidenbros · 2 years

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I would like to request from your song prompt list. Mcfly, the heart never lies "if you wanna fight I'll stand right beside you." With Jaskier x reader 🥺❤️

Thank you two so much, because you made me take a trip down memory lane, especially when I figured out that the song came out 15 years ago and that I am OLD. I still remember listening to it for the first time, seeing the video and all the times I've seen/heard that song live. It ended with watching a few McFly videos and crying my eyes out, which is probably the reason why this turned out so angsty - that wasn't my initial intention. I still hope you like what it turned into <3

(Taken from this list and here are some other prompts, but feel free to request anything <3)

Warnings: blood, death, angst, hurt/comfort Word Count: 1668 on AO3

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“You don't need to do this,” Jaskier said, pleading with you as you. You'd talked about this before, because you'd always been a fighter, always someone to protect your family, your loved ones, and he knew that. He'd known you long enough to know that you wouldn't step down from this, that you would put your armour on and fight. People always assumed that you weren't one to fight when they looked at you. Delicate hands, not buff like your brothers had been, a sweet smile... You looked like someone to pick flowers and songs if they were honest, but that was most definitely Jaskier's part. Well, the songs at least, but he also loved his flowers, though he didn't necessarily walk around picking flowers every day.

“You know I do,” you said, running both hands over your face, through your hair. It wasn't that you wanted to fight, but you had to. Your brothers had already fallen, there were only your younger siblings and your mother left. They were looking up to you, putting their hope and faith in you. They'd never said that outright, but you knew it. There was nobody else to protect them.

“I just wish... it were different. I don't want to lose you.”

You knew that, he'd told you that again and again, making your heart swell more with every time he'd said these words. But never more. You were friends, had been ever since you were children. You'd even travelled with him and Geralt, seen a little bit of the world, which had been good for you, since you'd been able to hone your skills with Geralt's help. You'd been able to wield a sword before because your father had taught you well, but Geralt had helped you perfect your skills, and that had helped you a lot so far. He'd even given you pointers about your armour. If he were here now, he'd help you, stand with you, but he wasn't. He'd gone back to Kaer Morgen weeks ago like he always did.

“Well, I don't want to lose you as well, and I don't intend on dying, so relax.” You grinned at him, tried your best to reassure him that nothing would happen, that everything would turn out fine, even though you weren't convinced. Every time you fought, you could end up in a puddle of your own blood and you knew that. You'd seen your brothers fall, you were there and hadn't been able to protect them.

“You're not gonna lose me.” Jaskier looked confused for a moment before he reached for your hand, gave it a little squeeze.

“I know, because you're gonna stay right here, you understand me?” You turned to face him, tried your best to smile at him, but it didn't work. He was NOT going out there to fight, you wouldn't allow it. He wasn't bad with a sword, even better with daggers, but knowing he was out there, would make you distracted and put both of you at risk. You fought better when you knew that he was safe.

“Ahhh and you think you can make me?” Jaskier tried to lighten the mood a little, grinned at you, while he turned your hand in his to interlace your fingers. He'd done that a million times, and it had never meant anything. You were friends after all, right? It was just that you'd fallen in love with your best friend somewhere along the way. You couldn't even say when it had happened or what had been the one thing that had brought that change about. At one point, you'd simply looked at him and your heart had started beating rapidly in your chest, your stomach doing somersaults over and over again until you felt kind of dizzy. At first, you'd just ignored these feeling, had thought you'd eaten something that had upset your stomach. But then... you'd figured out that you were in love with Jaskier. Of course, you hadn't told him, because you didn't want to lose him as a friend, but with everything that was going on, maybe, tonight was the moment to tell him, before you didn't get the chance anymore.

“I'll chain you to the bed if I have to.” Your look was stern, because you would definitely do it, if it meant that you could keep him safe.

“Kinky,” he said with a chuckle. “But that's something we can try out some other time.” He was joking of course, but the words still managed to make you squirm, thinking about all the things you could do. Not the time and place to think about it, but Jaskier had put that image in your head right now.

“Didn't know you were into that kind of stuff,” you said, trying to keep the lighter tone going, but you didn't manage to do so as well as he did.

“There's a lot that you don't know about me.” Jaskier winked at you, grin still in place, but he realised that your smile was faltering. He scooted closer, took your hand in both of his now. “Y/N look at me...” His tone was serious again by now, so was the look he levelled on you.

“Jaskier...” you whispered, not sure whether you wanted to hear what he was going to say.

“Listen... If you wanna fight, I'll stand right beside you and if you fall, I'll be right behind you, pick up the pieces and put you back together.” Tears were already welling up in your eyes. He was a poet, not only in song, but sometimes in words as well, and he proved it to you once more right now. You had to cast your eyes downward, because you didn't want him to see your tears. You were brave, you were strong, but in moments like this, you felt your walls crumbling down around you. It usually happened with Jaskier, but he was also the one to wrap his arms around you and just hold you.

“Look into my eyes,” he said quieter now, bringing his fingers to your chin to lift you head up so that you had to look at him. He took your hand and out it right on his chest. “You know that the heart never lies, my love.” You bit your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself from crying, but it didn't work. Tears were falling down your cheeks, wetting his hand, but Jaskier didn't mind.

He let go of your hand, to pull you into his lap, hold you tight against his chest. Your couldn't stop your tears, and he let you cry, simply held you. You cried out of fear, but also out of love for the men who held you in his arms, because you loved him, because you couldn't stand the thought of losing him.

You didn't know how long you sat there in his arms, your head buried against his shoulder. His scent was soothing to you, made you calm down slowly. Jaskier ran his hands through your hair, settled it in the back of your neck and rubbed his thumb beneath your ear again and again. It felt good, intimate in a different way. Maybe this had a little bit to do with what you did next. Slowly, you raised your head, brushed your tears away and looked at him. Your other hand was still resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

For a few heartbeats, you looked into his eyes, before you leaned in to kiss him. You closed your eyes, revelling in the feeling of his soft, warm lips against yours. His hand on your neck stilled, but the hand on the small of your back pulled you even closer against his chest, your hand now trapped between your bodies. It was a sweet kiss that lingered a little, but then you pulled back, not sure whether it was really the right thing to do, doubt kicking in all of a sudden.

“Gods, do you know how long I've waited for this to happen?” Jaskier asked with a laugh, leaning his forehead against yours.

“What?” you whispered, trying to comprehend what he'd just said, but his words already made your heart beat even faster.

“I've tried to tell you that I'm in love with you for I don't even know how long.” Jaskier pulled his hand from your neck and cupped your cheek with it. “And you were apparently oblivious to it. It thought you didn't react to any of my advances, because you didn't feel the same way and didn't want to hurt my feelings, but...”

“Jask, I had no idea!” You pulled back a little to look at him. “And here I was scared to tell you, because I didn't want to lose you as a friend.”

“You'd never lose me one way or another...”

It was bad enough that it took a moment like this, impending doom, to make you take that step and finally realise that you were both feeling the same way, but at least, you now knew that your feelings weren't unrequited.

“And if I die tomorrow-” You started, but you were immediately cut off.

“Don't!” Jaskier said, brushing his thumb across your cheek, looking into your eyes. “Let's not think about that, because you won't. I won't allow it!” His serious tone made you smile despite the situation. “Besides... there's no time like the present, right? So let's just enjoy this evening together, and then we'll face tomorrow together. Okay?”

You nodded, because you didn't want to think about what awaited you the next day. Enjoying your time with Jaskier was far more appealing than thinking about anything else. And so you found yourself kissing him again, this time not stopping until you both had to part for air... You had a long night ahead of you.

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a-fandom-reimagined · 2 years

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An angel.

That's what you were.

An angel.

A temptress.

A muse.

A siren. And if it was your will to serenade poor Jaskier to an early, watery grave then he had no plans to stop you.

You were a choir and an orchestra all wrapped up beneath the guise of a single woman. You sang acapella but there was not a soul in this tavern who didn't hear strings and percussion.

Jaskier inched forward, body sprawled across the table in the back of the tavern. In all his years the bard had never heard such glorious music. When your performance ended, grown men wept and the people cried for more and more. Even the White Wolf himself had no choice but to applaud, his jaw dropped.

You swept into a back room, the train of your white shimmering gown hissing against the ale-stained wood floor.

Jaskier dashed himself to his knees. "Geralt--"

"No. Get up."

"You don't even know what I'm going to say."

"We're not bringing her with us. Get up you're making a scene."

"Geralt, please. Didn't you hear her?!"

"Yes and she's a hell of a lot better than you. Get. Up."

Jaskier frowned but didn't argue. "You don't understand, Geralt. In denying me this you stand not in the way of your very best friend and his one true love but in the path of destiny itself and I demand that you remove yourself! This is my future wife we speak of."

The Witcher grimaced at his friend. "You don't even know her! Who's to say that she would even want to come with us?"

Jaskier held up a finger, getting to his feet and sliding back into his chair, much to Geralt's relief. "I'll make you a deal. We'll be in town for another three days or so. Give me these three days to woo the lady and if she agrees to come with us after these next three days, you'll allow her to accompany us."

Geralt smirked. "Fine, bard."

"Really?"

"Yeah because there is no way a woman like that would want anything to do with a man like you. Especially after she hears you sing."

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whydoyouwantmyname · 2 years

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Imagine hearing a familiar voice

You had left your companion alone in the inn, demanding him to bathe while you tried to secure a hot meal for the both of you to enjoy in comfortable silence. Of course he had protested, in a strange city the last thing he wanted was for you to be traveling in the darkened streets alone. However all you did was smile before whispering, “Do you not remember who trained me?”

“Just…. Be careful, and take your dagger.” He grumbled as you kissed his cheek, “Always.”

As you pushed open the tavern doors you couldn’t help but lower your hood in the soft candle glow as you pushed through the crowd, all their eyes casted to the center of the room. However your eyes were fixed on the bar, as the sound of a lute began to play, creating a longing in your heart, as you remembered a time where all you wanted to do was break a lute. As your hands met the hard wood of the bar however your head whipped towards the center, as you heard the familiar tones of a voice you hoped to hear again.

“I hear you’re alive, how disappointing, I’ve also survived no thank you either of you. Did I not some glee Sir and Lady oh look at me. Now I burn all the memories of you, All those lonely miles that you both must ride, no one but each other by your sides, Did you ever even care about anyone but her, with your swords, and your stupid hair, Now watch me laugh as I burn all the memories of you.”

“Ladies and Gents, don’t forget to toss a coin if you can, you have been a beautiful audience. If anyone needs me, I will be at the bar.” You could hear the floor boards beneath him creaking, sure he was walking around the room to gesture to that blasted hat he collected funds in, “What for d'you yearn?, It's the point of no return, After everything we did, we saw, You both turned your back on me, What for d'you yearn?, Watch that butcher burn, At the end of my days when I'm through, No word that I've written will ring quite as true as "burn!", Burn, butcher, burn, Burn, butcher, burn”

With the crescendo of Burn, Butcher, Burn you saw him slowly backing out of the crowd, his back to the bar as he sang those six words, and then proceeded into a chorus of Burn, Burn, Burn. At the fifth burn however he turned his back to the crowd, fully Immersed in the moment, normally this is point he would leap into the wood of the bar, and belt out that final Burn all the memories of you, but you watched as the color drained from his face, his eyes meeting yours. His voice softening as he looked at the face he never thought he would see again, and his eyes filled with Horror that Geralt would appear any moment and ring his neck for the awful song he had created. As his voice died away, signaling the end of his song, you turned your head to the tavern owner, “I need three ales, and three suppers, all to go if you’ll allow.”

“Aye, coming right up lass.” He grumbled as he walked away, raising your voice however you spoke, Jaskier, are you just to stand there like an idiot or are you gonna come help me carry these to the inn.”

“You left me…” he said, his voice shaken as he remembered the mountain of Niedamir, however you quickly replied, “If I remember correctly, you left us.”

“Well what can I say, his blessing came true, I am sure you…”

“We fought over it.” You replied, your eyes meeting his again, “After you left, I told him what he said wasn’t fair, and that I didn’t blame you for leaving. He was sour with me over it for two days. He will never admit it, but he misses you too, now when he returns with the food, you are to collect your share, and come home.”

“Will he even…”

“I will handle Geralt, you handle the entertainment, I’m sure he will love to hear your newest addition.” You smiled, as Jaskier’s color drained even more at the thought of Geralt ever hearing Burn, Butcher, Burn

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mischievous-thunder · 2 years

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Geralt: *Lying on the grass with a bloodied nose and having a flashback to the moment when a startled Jaskier punched his nose taking Geralt for a mobster*

Yennefer: What happened? How did you get hurt?

Geralt: Well, you should have seen the other guy.

Yennefer: Is he alright?

Geralt, smiling stupidly while clutching his nose: No, he's beautiful... So beautiful!

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nnightskiess · 1 year

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everytime you leave, part three

₊° - 𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

everytime you leave, masterlist

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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞... and fell around her like a curtain, tickling your bare chest as the mage above you admired the view. The corner of her mouth twirled upwards into a challenging grin as the rapid beating of your heart fell in rhythm with hers. But where she welcomed the feeling and longed for more, you froze underneath her in return as you felt her touch against the scarred burn marks, which you had refused to get rid of during your ascension. Without your scars, there would no longer be a reminder of who you were before and the life you had led. Yennefer felt the rough and tattered skin underneath her fingertips and was reminded of the few threads you had let loose about your past through the years. Even if you had never told her what had happened, at least not in detail, she counted it as a victory that you let her see the remains of your past, of everything you had buried deep within yourself. Aretuza had approved of your request to keep some of your scars, only if you would get rid of those that would be in view of the lords and ladies you were going to advise. In their eyes, it wasn’t proper for a mage to look battered and bruised, like the brutes of the Continent. Your scars would only distract and take away the illusion of your elegance and graceful knowledge. You had agreed to the compromise, knowing that no one would ever see the scars from that day forward, except for yourself. And Yennefer, as it seemed.

It was as if the sudden cold breeze that travelled into the room and made you shiver had pulled you back to her. Her warm breath tickled against your neck as she slowly placed a chaste kiss right where she could feel your heartbeat pick up even more. She smirked and nibbled at the flesh against your collarbone when she felt your breathing fasten by your rising chest flushed against her own bare skin. Feeling her breasts against your own, however, did nothing to ease your mind. You wanted this. You had so for years. In all truth, there would never be a living day where you wouldn't want to be Yennefer's whole world, as she had been yours for as long as you could remember. But it gnawed on you that perhaps Yennefer didn't want you as badly as you had yearned and longed for her. She was the most enchantingly beautiful woman you had ever known, although you had thought so even before the change during the ascension, and knew that she could have a different man, or woman, in her bed each day if she wanted. If the renowned and skilled Witcher Geralt of Rivia wasn't able to keep her around, then how could you be more interesting to her? Besides, Yennefer of Vengerberg had never been shy about her body and led her life with a certain sensuality of which she knew the effect it had on the people that met her. What if you were just another night of fun for her, nothing more, nothing less? Then again, if that was all this would ever be, couldn't you just be greedy and take the offer currently presented to you on a golden platter?

"You think too much," She mumbled into your hair as her lips planted a kiss behind your ear, "You'll find you'll enjoy yourself much more if you just give in." She chuckled lazily, and you wondered if she was too drunk for you to let this go on.

But what did she mean? Give in to what? To Yennefer's fingertips softly grazing over your nipples and making their way further down? Or to the magnetic pull you had felt around her for years? One thing was certain; there was no going back, and things would change drastically whether this moment would be regretted or not. You cursed the bottles of brandy and apple cider you had torn through together when you tasted the sweet liquor on Yennefer's tongue as it slipped between your lips, softly massaging with your own.

"I'll take good care of you." She mumbled against your lips, her voice dripping with arousal and lust, but was alarmed when her wrist was clenched tightly by you. She retreated and those big, violet eyes looked down at you in worry. It should have been clear to you then and there, that you too were well past tipsy when you didn't look away under her stare like you normally would. Instead, you looked back into her softened eyes, those eyes that felt like a breeze travelling through a field of lavender on a Spring morning, but the blazing storm clashing against Aretuza's walls as well.

"Do you want me?"

There it was; the quiver in her voice that signalled she felt as small as she had on those first few nights at Aretuza. With a touch as soft as honey, the hand that wasn't locked by your grip found its way to yours, where her thumb grazed a lazy pattern on the back of your hand. Her touch was feathery and it amazed you how gentle your normally so outspoken, headstrong and temperamental friend was. That surprise wasn't fair of you, for you had seen past the layers years ago. You knew it was there, that soft side, but you were too intoxicated by the alcohol in your system and too addicted to her touch and attention to realise she needed your reassurance more than anything in this moment. And perhaps even too distracted to realise that for Yennefer, this was different. This wasn't a passionate night to let loose with someone she had no emotional attachment to. This was you, and she would take her time showing you how much you truly meant to her. But right now, she wanted and needed you to say it out loud. To grant her proof that she hadn't been delusional each time you two had left. Did you feel the same ache in your heart every time she left you? But, admitting it out loud was a leap far too big for you, at least for right now, seeing as you were afraid you'd spill all of your heart's secrets if you started.

Yennefer's lips parted slightly in worry as her eyes quickly wandered around the room to the table of empty cups and glasses. She wasn't too far gone, she knew how to handle her liquor, and perhaps you weren't either, but maybe she could play it off as if she were, as if this was but a mere drunken mistake, just to protect her heart in case she had misread things and you would reject her or look at her differently come morning. There was no one Yennefer would rather have in her arms than you, but she would never open her heart to even entertaining herself with the idea of it, seeing as she was fairly certain that there was no epic love waiting for her in this life or any of the next. Not even a Djin's wish had been able to grant her the dream to finally be of importance to someone. To love and to care and to protect, and to get all of it in return in thousandfold. But if she could just only show you how much you meant to her during this supposed drunken night, then shouldn't she just take the chance?

Her words had already vanished in the air and you felt as if too much time had passed to answer her now. Surely the way you looked at her was an answer of its own, right? Your hands travelled up her thighs that had you trapped in your place beneath her and rested comfortably on the curve of her hips. With a slight squeeze on her skin and a pull of your hands, Yennefer realised what you wanted her to do. Her hips rolled and at even the smallest touch of friction, a gasp escaped her mouth, followed by a low moan. When her lips parted and her raven locks fell in front of her face once more, you didn't close your eyes but looked up at her and felt your heart want to break through your ribcage, needing to remember this forever. You fell into a blissful haze, no longer being led by your inhibitions.

That night, Yennefer's body glued to yours was the only thing on your mind, not the inevitable aftermath or the thought that the same night that was making both your hearts explode, would also be the reason why they would shatter into a million pieces years later.

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The nasty smells of animal carcasses had now been replaced by flesh cooking above an open fire. Night had fallen and after a long day of preparations, everyone could do with a filled stomach and a pint of ale. Yennefer had shut herself out from everything today and had not spoken a word ever since you had grabbed her heart and squeezed long enough until it had splashed and splattered. She had done her best to evade each conversation and shut down small talk with anyone around her, but it seemed that there was no avoiding people anymore if she wanted a plate of food.

She had grabbed the plate that was offered to her by one of the men standing above the pot of boiling beans with potatoes. She withheld a scowl when it made a distasteful sound as it fell against her plate. It had been ages since she'd had a poor man's meal like this, but she couldn't care less now that she felt the way she did. She wasn't even that hungry anyway. She sat to the side on one of the logs where she could silently absorb what was going on around her, but she wasn't granted her peaceful meal when Triss landed on a seat next to her. The redhead's slender fingers pried her piece of meat apart and gave Yennefer the other. Yennefer dipped her head in a silent thank you, but didn't want to give the woman next to her a reason to start a conversation.

However, it seemed that Triss didn't need one, for she opened her mouth before she had even tasted anything off her plate, "Last time I ate this robust was when I was helping a Witcher. We had set up camp somewhere in a valley for the night and when we couldn't-"

Yennefer let out a big sigh and didn't hide how annoyed she was by the intrusion of her peace. Triss stopped, smiled bashfully and somewhat regretfully, and turned to focus on the plate on her lap. They ate in silence without another word being exchanged. Yennefer tried her best to gracefully pry some meat off the bone without making it too messy and quickly found out it would be better to just leave the questionable mixture of beans and potatoes alone.

When they were both as good as finished, Triss nibbled on her lower lip. Was she going to put herself between both her friends? One thing was certain, she would forever regret it if she could have been the one to mend things between you. It was childish and unnecessary to be on such terms before a big battle, but perhaps the same stress and pressure everyone was feeling, had been too much for you both and had caused you to fight and handle things irrationally.

What it had been about, she wasn't too sure, though she could take a wild guess, she could only sense that it involved a lot of emotion and held heavy importance to both of you, going by the atmosphere she had walked in on.

"Y/N, is she-"

"I don't want to talk about her." Yennefer shut her down immediately.

Triss opened her mouth in protest and furrowed her eyebrows. Sure, everyone knew of Yennefer's temper, but she had never lashed out on her like this over something she wasn't even involved in. Though, perhaps that was exactly why she had lashed out.

"Listen, I don't want to come between you two but I really-"

"Then don't." Yennefer's head shot sideways and her lilac eyes sent daggers at Triss, who in return pursed her lips.

"Why would you part ways the way you did? We could be dead tomorrow, Gods, even before the sun rises again!" Triss' empathetic doe-eyes softened and begged Yennefer to listen to her. Yennefer didn't have it in her to crush her friend's kind spirit once more and kept her thoughts to herself, and instead pushed herself up. "Go find Y/N, and this time, listen to what she has to say instead of shutting her out again. Be reasonable for once, Yen. You'll be left all alone if you continue to treat people the way you do. Y/N won't stick around forever."

Yennefer turned around with a sneer on her lip. Triss had hit her right where it hurt the most. Alone... wasn't she already? Hadn't you already distanced yourself from her?

"Having someone around has only ever resulted in disappointment."

"Yennefer!" Triss spluttered but watched the raven-haired mage walk off nonetheless.

Yennefer's quick steps were adamant to get her out of there immediately, but a voice made her stop in her tracks.

"The ale won't disappoint you, that much I can promise." Tissaia held a tankard outreached in front of her to take, an invitation to sit with her as a soft smile tried to coax her to accept the offer.

Not wanting her rectoress to sense the weakness that had occurred mere seconds before, Yennefer straightened her posture and accepted the drink. She sighed defeatedly, "Ah, why not? We should enjoy it while we can. It's the first thing Nilfgaard will destroy."

"Must you always be so fatalistic?"

"You'll find that it's my most admired quality," Yennefer all but huffed, earning a snort and a shake of the head from the woman next to her. The two turned to each other with amusement glinting evidently in their eyes.

The moment faded and Tissaia cleared her throat, "We both know there's more to you than meets the eye. You just have a habit of not letting anyone see what truly lies beneath."

It was true, Yennefer hadn't only been bottling her chaos for years, but had managed to master bottling her feelings, emotions and all of her inner turmoil as well.

Yennefer ignored her and took a sip of the ale. She felt the warmth of the alcohol slide down her throat, wrapping around her like a welcoming but prickly woollen blanket in the cold of the night. It burned, but more satisfying than the lump she had tried to swallow down a while back.

"What's the matter?" Tissaia turned to her, worry and intrigue etched into her features. Not shooting back a witty reply was foreign for Yennefer. Tissaia tried to get through Yennefer's blockade, to hear her thoughts, to see her worries, but the mage had sealed them off expertly.

"Besides possibly coming to our ends soon?" Yennefer turned to the woman beside her with an amused grin on her face, but Tissaia could see the turmoil swarming through her violet pools.

"Are you ready then? To die?"

The question didn't catch Yennefer off guard at all, for she knew her former rectoress always liked a direct approach. She had been on the receiving end of that bluntness for years, after all. And although it had crushed her at first, for all she wanted as an unwanted and unloved child was just some love and recognition, she was happy it had made her tough enough to overcome each obstacle she'd had to face so far.

Without hesitation, Yennefer spoke, "Yes. I've lived two or three lifetimes already."

Tissaia gave her a knowing look, "But you haven't been satisfied in any of them."

Yennefer felt her throat tighten and her chest ache as she thought of all that had happened in those lifetimes. Of the dreadful years at Court, of the ache of not having the person she longed for most around. She took another sip of the ale and felt some of the weight lift off her shoulders, "I've tried. But I've got no legacy to leave behind. No family, no...Nothing worth staying alive for." Yennefer looked off into the distance and watched the shadows of the people around the fire dance against the walls of the Keep. She hated herself for needing to cast the memory of you aside like that, as if you had no value to her. She knew better though, and she knew she couldn't dwell on the empty feeling she felt, not tonight. "It's time to accept that life has no more to give."

Tissaia looked down and softly shook her head, swirling the ale in her tankard absentmindedly as her thoughts wandered off. It pained her to hear one of her dearest students seem so unhappy. In fact, it pained her to see both of you this way. Tissaia wasn't stupid. She knew about everything.

She grabbed Yennefer's underarm softly, but tugged at the fabric of her dress to give her words more impact, "You have so much left to give... and there is so much you have yet to receive. If you can just open your eyes."

With those words, she left Yennefer to ponder as she disappeared into the crowd of drunk people trying to drink their worries away and celebrate what could be their last night.

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"What are you sulking about?"

You heard her before you noticed her, but she appeared not long after out of the shadows, a tankard of ale in her hands and the smell of the liquid on her breath as well.

Tissaia's voice held a hint of amusement as she softly bumped your arm and brought the cup of ale to her lips. You were leaning against the cold brick wall, looking out over the people drinking and having fun on what could be one of their last nights- one of your last nights.

You grunted and shrugged, "Life."

Tissaia let out a dry chuckle, for she could not imagine a better fit than two of her favourite students. You usually weren't as pessimistic as Yennefer was, but it humoured her how you perfectly complimented the other mage and her mood this night.

"What about it?" She leaned against the wall beside you and followed your line of sight.

"How it's not as I had imagined it to be."

Tissaia's amusement disappeared when she noticed you weren't being sarcastic or overly dramatic; you were speaking from the heart, from a heart that was shattered. Seeing you were going to vent, she kept her mouth shut.

"-I've had no freedom, no perfect family...not even one grande lover."

"But you had a chance at life. Multiple, to be exact. That's more than the young girl I found between the ashes that morning could have ever imagined."

Silence washed over you and your old mentor. Tissaia made a move to bring the cup back to her lips when she realised you probably needed to loosen up and let go of your turmoil more than she did.

You kindly pushed her hand away, "I shouldn’t. I tend to ruin things when I drink."

"You don't want to drink away your nerves and worries on what could well be our last night? You must really be ready to die then." Tissaia seemed amused by it, but deep down she was anything but. This wasn't you. The usual light in your eyes was nowhere to be found. Instead, your eyes looked around the encampment as if you had already lost. And you had lost, in your eyes at least. You had lost Yennefer.

"I just realise I ran out of time and that it has caught up to me, and I might never be able to right my wrongs. I have a hard time coming to terms with the knowledge that that is how I'll die."

Tissaia inspected your features, picked apart all your little tells that she had picked up on over the years at Aretuza, and therefore knew you weren't done speaking,

"Then again- I've lived many lives, for which I should be grateful... but if they're all going to be the same... and if the alternative is another few decades serving daft and criminal lords at court, living an awfully boring life and not receiving the happiness I so long for, then... if I die... it is what it is. Though I hope it will be worth it, I’d hate to die in vain and have Nilfgaard march over my corpse."

"Being a mage is an awfully lonely life. It is a life of solitude." Tissaia spoke softly, "But that's the price we all paid when we made the promise and decided to serve the Continent."

"I don't think I had any other choice." You noted, thinking of the theoretical dungeon you had been locked away in ever since you had first stepped foot in Aretuza. In more ways than one, your chaos and aptitude for magic had both been your greatest gift and your worst nightmare.

Tissaia fell quiet beside you and she pondered over her words for a while, "Did I make you feel like you hadn't?"

A sigh escaped you, for Tissaia had promised you a safe sanctuary after what had happened in your village. You knew very well that if your ripple in chaos hadn't happened on that damned night, you would have been among the dead by sunrise. Shaking, burned, feverish and full of terror, you felt like the only thing you could do was accept the hand the well-dressed and poised woman in front of you had offered. The rest had been history.

"Within one night, I had lost it all and gained so much back in return."

"But at what cost?" Tissaia finished for you.

You could only repeat her words as you looked out to the group of people, which included some of the friends you had made at Aretuza.

"At what cost."

She felt your restless mind as you could sense hers, and it didn't take long before the prospect of what was to happen caused you to let more bittersweet words flow out of your mouth.

"If I didn't take my chances during all these years, then nothing will change if I live to see another day. It just hurts that I only now start to realise and regret it all..." Your voice died down and Tissaia pushed herself off the wall to take a better look at you.

When you looked back into her eyes, you realised you had never seen them with this much empathy. Although still, you could also see the disappointment in them. Knowing the woman you had looked up to most in your life felt that way towards you at this moment right now, made your stomach fall as it had done so over and over whenever she was giving you a hard time at Aretuza. The sudden feeling that washed over you made you shy away into that corner she had pushed you towards for years, and so you decided to elaborate, hoping she would see reason,

"Everyone I've once cared for died years ago. They died with the old me that night in the village. I'm not leaving anyone behind. So even if I do regret not taking certain chances, there's nothing I can do about it now."

Tissaia tilted her head, seeing right through the lie you were trying to convince yourself of, "Everyone?"

You couldn't help yourself when your eyes wandered over the people sprawled about the ruins, but they never found the woman you were looking for. Without asking, you took the cup out of Tissaia's hand and took a big gulp.

"Everyone."

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Yennefer watched you with all the focus she could muster, her eyes flicking between your concentrated expression and the space in front of your hands, but no matter how hard you tried, no portal appeared.

"Sabrina- show her how it's done, or else we'll be here all week." Tissaia dismissed you without giving you so much as another look and was already making her way to the other side of the room.

"No! She almost got it!" Yennefer protested, having seen a sliver of a glowing and reflecting thin sheet floating between your hands, and hating how Tissaia's dismissal had made you frown in embarrassment and lose all momentum.

"Do you want to be next, piglet? You couldn't even lift a pebble with your mind if your life depended on it."

The girls fell quiet, their eyes nervously flitting across each other's faces. But not you, who took Tissaia's words to Yennefer to heart as well, "I don't think that was very-"

Tissaia finally turned around and stared you down for speaking out of turn, "You only speak when spoken to, pup. Or are you so desperate for me to forbid you from following classes all of next week? A shame. You could do with extra classes or you'd be one of Aretuza's greatest disappointments. Both of you." She said with a tone of finality.

You cowered slightly and dropped your head in shame, making Yennefer's face harden and her fists ball in rage.

"Good. You're more tolerable when you're quiet." Tissaia walked towards Sabrina and continued the lesson.

But from right beside you, Yennefer's little finger slowly hooked around your own, a silent reassurance that you two would always have each other's back. Even if you would forever be known as Aretuza's greatest failure.

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The multiple firepits that were lit all around the courtyard of the Keep flickered, warming everyone who rested around, fast asleep. A few people stood guard on the castle walls. Their shadows danced around the ruins each time they switched places. Tissaia had ordered every mage to try and get some rest, to preserve their energy, to fuel their chaos. It made her feel like a hypocrite, seeing as she was wide awake. She looked across the grounds, her eyes falling on the many sleeping people and among them, her group of mages. Who was to say how many of the women she had raised throughout all her lifetimes would survive this battle? She would be the woman who had built them and who would be the reason for their destruction as well. It pained her, but to serve the Continent and keep its inhabitants safe, this was what needed to be done. Although they were all there, Yennefer was nowhere in sight. But she knew you were around by the thoughts keeping you up. Your bottle must have been empty, seeing as you paid little mind to shield her away from your thoughts. She could hear your insecurities, your worries, felt the new pain of your heartache and the old of all the lives before, heard Yennefer's name echo, saw the woman's face and smelt the familiar scent of lilac and gooseberries. Your mind was a mess. No wonder it kept you up.

Her eyes tried to search the people, to see if she could figure out where you were exactly. The light of the fires blinded her view, but she finally saw your figure when a harsh wind blew the fire to just a small flame for a split second. She watched as you sat cross-legged and your eyes stared deadly into the fire. A warm blanket was wrapped around your shoulders as a dazed look coated your face. You seemed as calm as ever, others would even pass it off as you just being tired, but Tissaia'd had you under her wing for years. She knew better.

Movement caught your eye and you watched your old rectoress approach, careful not to wake anybody. She sat down on the blanket next to you, her eyes following the flickering of the flames. She didn't say anything, and neither did you, not for a while at least.

Your voice was hoarse as you opened your mouth to talk,

"I lied."

The sound got faded away by the wind and the ambience of the night, but Tissaia had heard you nonetheless.

"I know," She spoke in return.

The fire crackled and along with some people snoring and the wind softly travelling through the ruins, it was suddenly eerily quiet. Nilfgaard was out there, somewhere, preparing. People would lose their freedom, their homes, their loved ones, their lives and your biggest selfish concern was if you had already lost Yennefer before the big battle could even begin.

"You haven't."

Tissaia's spoke up, letting you know she had read your thoughts. It should have made your cheeks rise in heat that you had failed to close off your thoughts, worried about what else she might have seen or heard, but instead, you accepted the reassurance.

"Yennefer is as stubborn as she is powerful, but what she couldn't do then, she has mastered now; bottling her power, her chaos... bottling her feelings." She emphasised.

You turned to look at her, but she kept her gaze focused on the fire.

"As have you." She then looked up to watch your reaction, "You have bottled your feelings for decades, and now that same bottle has exploded right into your face." Her words were stern, as were her hard eyes, but you knew her words came from a place of love, for she would otherwise never have bothered to talk to you to ease your mind.

Her answer came before you could even ask her,

"It is not too late. But first, we defend Sodden, you have spent multiple lifetimes wondering about the what-ifs, prolonging that unknown territory for a few days longer shouldn’t hurt." She softly grabbed your chin, her expression softening, "I need you focused and ready, so you can make me proud again, my dearest girl."

The tired smile on your face made her retract her hand, knowing you had understood her request of putting the battle of Sodden before your own gains first. You were a mage, after all, and you had to serve the Continent before serving yourself. It gave you a new sense of hope that after all of this, you would finally grant yourself the freedom you wanted. Even if that meant putting your heart on the line.

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It had been a nice sentiment, to want to wait for the inevitable until after Nilfgaard was dealt with, but Triss' words had released something in Yennefer and had made her see reason. She was not going to die before she knew the truth.

You had barely slipped into a troublesome sleep until someone shook you awake. Confused and alerted, your eyes shot open, only to see Yennefer hover above you, nothing similar to the last time she had hovered above you. Her face was stern and you searched her eyes for any sign of the softness you always so loved to see in them, but no matter how long you looked, they were void of it.

"We need to talk."

As if she could read your thoughts, she huffed and stood back up, offering you a hand, "Forgive me for seeing reason and not wanting to die still hating you." She softly rolled her eyes, but you could hear she spoke her harsh words halfheartedly. Still, it hurt to hear her speak of hate when talking of you.

With her help, you stood up and quietly tiptoed behind her as she led you down the hill to a more secluded place, where you could talk without your voice barely reaching above a whisper to not wake anyone up.

Suddenly she stopped, and you had to be careful to not bump into her back. It seemed as if she could no longer stop her thoughts from raising. Whatever was on her mind, she needed to get it off right now. Before you could react or express your surprise, her words surprised you even more,

"You hate me." She stated more than asked as she turned around to look at you with that hard glare in her eyes. It scared you how quickly she had built her walls back up and shut you out.

"No, Yen, not at all! I could never." You grasped forward in an attempt to hold her hand, but she took a step back, distancing herself from you.

"Somehow, somewhere along the line, I have done something incredibly stupid to upset you. I don't know what's more pathetic; me not knowing what it is, or you not telling me."

This time, it was you who took a step back, but Yennefer didn't want to let you walk away from this again and closed the distance. Now it was she who reached out for you, and you let her as your fingers grazed together as they had done days earlier in Aretuza's council room.

With a trembling voice, she spoke, "Y/N please, don't make me beg you." She searched your eyes for the words your voice couldn't utter. She exhaled shakingly, granting you the last chance to speak up before she knew she would be done, "What do I mean to you?" She clenched her jaw shut as soon as the words had left her mouth, ready for impact. But no matter how heartbroken she would be, she needed to know the answer before she could get her peace.

Tissaia's words still rang through her mind;

"Even if you were a beauty, no one would love you."

"No matter how hard you'll try, there's no one who will ever love a piglet like you."

"Do you think anyone would care if you died?"

She heard them even now, years later, and they had fed her insecurity ever since they had left Tissaia's mouth. Her former rectoress had planted the seed of doubt in Yennefer's mind that she wasn't meant to be loved and cared for. Tissaia had shown that much herself during her time at Aretuza. Yennefer didn't want to admit it, didn't want those words to be given so much power, but she had let them take over, even going as far as restricting herself from ever fully opening up to the woman she adored most, for Tissaia's words must be true; no pup would ever love a piglet. She had rather lived in bliss and in her own crafted fairytale than face the harsh truth, but if she were to die soon, then she needed to know.

Yennefer searched your face as much as she could in the dark, but your mouth stayed agape and words didn't follow. Growing frustrated, she raised her voice,

"Do I mean nothing to you?!"

You wanted to scream, to shout all that you had bottled up ever since first meeting this wonderful mage standing in front of you, whose chest rumbled with thunder and whose heart was bigger than she knew herself, but it was as if you had clawed out your own vocal cords. Sure, you had known what Yennefer wanted to talk about, but you had never imagined her to surprise you with it the way she had. You should've known better though, seeing as Yennefer was an unpredictable bomb whenever she felt like was out of control.

"You mean- I... you-"

Yennefer moved her head at your stuttering in a way that would have otherwise been seen as comical, but you were on the brink of tears. This was it. Not even hours ago you had acted all melancholic and tough when speaking to Tissaia, yet now, it seemed as if you couldn't even muster up the courage to just spill the truth.

However, your torturous dilemma was cut short when a searing ball of fire soared through the air and lit your surroundings.

Its final destination? The ruins of Sodden.

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