#well Geralt that's an understatement

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Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Language, violence

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Chapter 15-

Anika's cabin in the woods wasn't too far away, thankfully.

To say she was surprised to see Geralt after all this time was an understatement, but you were more surprised about Otto the Werewolf living with her.

You and Geralt had been hired by villagers many years ago to kill him but managed to find him a makeshift cure instead. The vial around his neck kept him from shifting, it kept him human and in control. It saved him.

Anika was able to figure out that the girl was under some kind of powerful mind-control enchantment but had no idea who would possess such knowledge to use Chaos, druidic magic and ancient elven sorcery in a singular spell.

She gave the girl an extraction elixir to break the mind-control, but it would take time for it to kick in and there was no guarantee that it would work either.

Now, it was just a waiting game.

"How are you doing, little one?" Geralt's gentle voice suddenly asked.

You glanced over your shoulder to find him walking out the front door of the cabin before he sat down on the porch steps beside you.

"I've been worse." You admitted. "How are you?"

"I've been better." He replied with a heavy sigh. "Anika told me that Visenna is dead."

Your head snapped back in his direction, "as in your mother, Visenna?"

"Hmm." He nodded, avoiding your gaze as he stared out at the woods around the cabin.

"Oh, Geralt. I'm so sorry."

You weren't entirely sure what else to say in this situation, so you didn't try and say anything else, instead you laced your arm through his and leant your head against his shoulder. Geralt's body was tense, but that tension melted away at your touch and he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Geralt was conflicted with his own internal feelings. He had spent so long hating his mother for what she did, but at the same time, she was still his mother and the happy memories he had of her, no matter how few there were, they were still happy memories and he loved her.

"It's okay to be sad. She was still your mother." You whispered.

Geralt sighed, "I know."

The two of you fell into comfortable silence as you sat together. Geralt's head now resting against yours while you stared out at the surrounding woods watching the small birds and animals in the distance.

"I'm going to cut some firewood for Anika. The least I can do for her helping us." Geralt suddenly said.

You lifted your head from his shoulder as he stood up and began descending the porch steps before a thought suddenly hit you.

"Where's Ciri?" You asked, hating yourself for not asking sooner. "The real Ciri. Our Ciri. Where is she?"

"She's safe." Geralt reassured, noticing your sudden panic. "She's with Yennefer at Aretuza."

The word safe and Yennefer did not belong in the same sentence. The last time Ciri was alone with the mage, she had tried to sacrifice the girl to get her magic back.

"She thinks being at Aretuza will help with Ciri's magic training?" You asked, and Geralt nodded. "I don't like it. I don't... I don't trust Yennefer, Geralt."

"Well, I'm starting to."

"You trust her with Ciri's life after the shit she did?"

"Not yet. But everyone deserves a second chance." Geralt simply replied. "You gave me one."

"That's different."

Geralt sighed but didn't try and argue any further before he picked up the axe that was leaning against the porch and wandered off into the woods to cut down some firewood.

You watched him in the distance swinging the axe at wooden stumps, splitting them in half with ease. It wasn't long before he had two large piles of perfectly cut wooden wedges beside him. You could watch him cut wood for hours and not get bored.

"You admiring the view?" Jaskiers voice suddenly questioned.

You could hear the smirk in his tone as he walked out the cabin behind you and you rolled your eyes but didn't try and deny it because, yeah, you were admiring the view. Your boyfriend looked good cutting wood, so what?

"Here."

You glanced up to find the bard handing you a cup which you eyed cautiously and now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Relax, it's not poison. Anika said you need to keep up your fluids after so much blood was taken from your body. So, drink up."

You took the cup and drank the water, surprised at how thirsty you actually were. Jaskier must have noticed too because he disappeared back inside and refilled the cup without question.

"Thanks, Jaskier." You handed him back the cup which he refilled once again but this time for Geralt. "You making it a habit to keep Witchers hydrated?"

"Only when said Witchers are stupid and don't do it themselves." He shot back.

"Okay, rude." You joked causing Jaskier to chuckle softly before you stood up and followed him out the woods, but you didn't miss the look of worry he sent your way when he realised that you were following. "Relax, I might be weak from blood loss, but I can still walk."

"To be fair, you couldn't exactly walk a few hours ago. So, excuse me for being slightly concerned."

You snorted softly but had no come back for that as the two of you weaved your way through the tall trees of the forest to where Geralt was now sitting on a log beside the large piles of freshly cut wood.

"I think you've chopped enough here for... two, maybe three centuries of fire." Jaskier observed, handing him the water. "What's the plan Geralt?"

"We wait for her to wake up, make sure she's okay, find Rience and the mage that did this, and kill them."

"And then what?" Jaskier prompted casually.

"Y/N told me that she saw you talking to Philippa Ellhard in Ban Glean." Geralt began to say causing Jaskier to sigh as he looked over at you.

You thought back to that day and how that woman had threatened the bard. You couldn't quite place where you knew her from, but when you explained it to Geralt, he was able to figure out that it was Philippa Ellhard, the court mage for Redania.

What the mage for Redania wanted with Jaskier was something that you couldn't quite figure out and after everything that had happened in the last week, you haven't had a chance to ask him more about it.

"I'm sorry, Jask. I heard her threaten you, I got worried." You apologised, knowing you went behind your best friends back by telling Geralt.

"No, no, it's fine. I... I should have told you." Jaskier sighed, looking down at the ground in guilt.

"It's okay, Jaskier." Geralt reassured. "What did Dijkstra want you to do?"

"He wanted me to convince you guys to take Ciri to Redania."

Redania? Why would he want Ciri to go to Redania?

Geralt actually chuckled at the bard’s words, thinking how ridiculous it sounded, but Jaskier wasn't laughing.

"And I agree with him." The bard quickly added which caused Geralt’s expression to harden. "She'd be safe with an army, an entire army at her back."

"Ciri would be nothing more than a brood mare on the Cintran throne." Geralt muttered.

"Well, isn't that what she was born to become?" You pointed out and Jaskier nodded.

"She's right, Geralt. Ciri is a princess. That's what princesses do. They sit on little royal thrones, and they have little royal babies. And they rule kingdoms. This is what Ciri wants."

"Does she want to be a political pawn for Vizimir and Dijkstra? No. We stay the course."

"Neutrality has consequences too, Geralt." Jaskier reminded, sitting down on the log beside Geralt while you leant against the tree and watched them.

"There are already consequences, Jaskier. And not just for Ciri. I thought by taking her off the board, the world would stop trying to use her. Instead, they're trying to use others in her place."

"And they will continue. Because that is what people in power do." Jaskier sighed, glancing between you both. "But she's not a Witcher. She's certainly not an Aretuzan witch sourcing magic out of... stones, or hemp, or plants, or whatever it is that Yennefer does. She's a princess. I think you should trust her."

"Her source." Geralt repeated, looking over at Jaskier in sudden realisation.

"Her... what now?" Jaskier asked in confusion before glancing over at you with a questioning look, but you shrugged your shoulders because you had no idea what Geralt was thinking.

"You're right." Geralt said, walking back towards the cabin, leaving you and Jaskier by the piles of wood.

"I'm right... Well, that's deeply worrying. What?"

Jaskier stood up and you pushed yourself away from the tree before the two of you made your way back to the cabin, still totally confused on what Geralt was thinking.

"I need you to wake up." You heard Geralt say as you and Jaskier entered the cabin.

"Geralt, no." Anika warned from across the room. “It's too soon. You could hurt the extraction spell."

Slowly, you and Jaskier walked over to where Geralt was knelt beside the girl’s bed, her eyes fluttered open in confusion as she stared up at the white haired Witcher.

"You said there was always a source. What did you mean? Always a source to what?”

"Magic." The girl answered, her voice a mere whisper.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Teryn."

"Good." Geralt encouraged gently. "Something happened that affected your mind. Do you remember what happened?"

The girl slowly sat up in bed looking around worriedly before she focused back on Geralt.

"I was dragged from my room... by a man."

"A man with a scar?" Geralt prompted.

"Careful, Geralt." Anika warned from somewhere behind you.

"He was there. Sometimes. He bought the Witcher in. Chained her up." Teryn answered, her voice trembling as she looked over at you.

"They kept me drugged. I can't remember much. Can you tell me who else was there?" You asked gently, kneeling in front of her.

"The woman with the funny voice. They all helped the man. The man, he... he always scared me."

"You knew him." Geralt said in realisation.

She nodded, "at school. At Aretuza."

Aretuza?

You glanced over at Geralt who met your gaze with an equally panicked look. Ciri was at Aretuza with Yennefer.

"Oh..." The girl began to sob, shaking her head hysterically.

"We need to put her back under." Anika instructed, but Geralt ignored her.

"I need a name. What was his name, Teryn?"

The girl’s sobs turned into panicked wails. She hugged her knees to her chest and began to rock herself forwards and back while screaming before dropping her head on her knees and sobbing quietly.

"That's enough, Geralt." You warned, looking at the girl sadly.

Suddenly, as if your voice had triggered something, her head snapped back up. The panicked and fearful look in her eyes had vanished completely, replaced with something that had your Witcher senses screaming at you to run.

"Stupid Witchers." Teryn spat in a deep voice that wasn't her own.

You and Geralt were on your feet in an instant as you stared down at the girl who was grinning madly up at you.

"You're doomed and you don't even know it. I am Cirilla's destiny. May all ye wail, for the Destroyer of Nations is upon us."

She threw her arm forward and you were not expecting the telekinetic wave that sent you flying across the room and crashing into the wall, hard.

Your body collapsed to the ground on impact, your ears beginning to ring as you looked up to find Anika unconscious beside you after being thrown across the room as well. Your blood loss from earlier was making it hard to concentrate. The knock that wouldn't usually stun you, had you struggling to get to your hands and knees while the room around you spun.

"Jaskier, the amulet!"

You looked up and it took your eyes a moment to focus, and your stomach dropped when you realised what was happening.

Geralt was across the room fighting with Otto who seemed to be turning back into a Werewolf while Jaskier struggled to get the amulet from Teryn who must have stolen it without anyone noticing.

Shit.

Your weakened body struggled to move, but you forced yourself to your feet, using the wall beside you for stability. You rushed over to Jaskier, or more like stumbled, but you managed to stay standing while the bard held the girl to his chest, stopping her from running out the cabin.

"The amulet. Take the amulet." Jaskier grunted, struggling to hold her.

You yanked the necklace from the girls grasp who instantly stopped fighting in Jaskiers hold once the amulet was no longer in her possession and the bard gently lowered her to the ground as she passed out.

"Geralt!" You shouted, tossing the amulet across the room.

He caught the necklace with one hand, the other holding Otto down before he pressed the amulet to the man’s chest and the Werewolf side of him instantly calmed down and he stopped fighting.

"Thank goodness." You sighed, leaning your back against the wall in relief.

-

The following 48 hours went by in a blur.

Ciri had apparently escaped Aretuza while Yennefer was meant to be watching and protecting her. So, while you and Jaskier went to organise a ferry ride across the sea to Aretuza, Geralt found Ciri and bought her back.

The Wild Hunt had showed up when he reached Ciri which was concerning. But Geralt had reassured that they were gone for the time being, which was only a small comfort.

The ferry ride lasted longer than you would have liked, but it would have been even longer for Jaskier who had to deal with Valdo Marx, a fellow bard who Jaskier disliked with a passion.

Geralt and Ciri slayed the Aeschna, a nasty sea monster that had been hassling the ferryman for weeks. You watched on proudly as Ciri used Geralt’s sword to kill the monster and before you knew it, the ferry pulled up to the shore of Aretuza.

Aretuza was dangerous. It was where Teryn had been kidnapped from, but that also meant whatever mage was working with Rience was also here, so that was where the group of you went. You needed to find that mage and stop more people from getting hurt.

Yennefer had proposed a Conclave to find out who this rogue mage was, and although you wanted to join her and Geralt, you knew having two Witchers at the Conclave would not be smart. They would know something wasn't right, and the rogue mage would disappear before you could figure out who they were.

So, reluctantly, you stayed behind with Jaskier and Ciri.

"Are you sure that you're okay with this?" Geralt asked quietly.

Him and Yennefer were going to pretend to be a couple. It was Yennefer’s plan, because of course it was, but it would be the only reasonable explanation as to why Geralt was accompanying her to the Conclave.

Geralt rested his hand on your shoulder while the two of you had a quiet conversation outside the small hut that you were staying at on the outskirts of town.

"Nope. Not at all. But it has to be done." You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands. "I just hate being sidelined."

"You're not being sidelined."

"I am."

"Someone needs to stay behind and protect Ciri in case something happens." Geralt reminded and you sighed, but nodded because he was right. "If you aren't okay with this, I won't do it."

You looked back up at Geralt, his beautiful golden eyes shining from the moonlight above and you knew he was telling the truth.

"You have to do it. We need to find out who this rogue mage is that is working with Rience. And find out why they want Ciri and why they wanted me and my blood. If we don't... more innocent lives will be in danger, including Ciri's." You explained, resting your hand atop of Geralt’s that was still on your shoulder. "I trust you, Geralt. So, go."

"I love you, Y/N."

He lifted his free hand and gently cupped the side of your face before he leant forward and kissed you passionately.

"I love you too." You whispered against his lips before the door behind you suddenly opened.

"Geralt, are you ready to- oh, sorry." Yennefer's voice hurriedly apologised.

You kissed Geralt one last time before the two of you pulled apart and you glanced over at the mage who had changed into a beautiful dress.

"I'll go get changed, then we can go." Geralt said, squeezing your hand one last time before he stepped past Yennefer and walked into the hut.

Neither you nor Yennefer said anything as you stood outside together awkwardly.

"Geralt told me what happened in the castle. I'm so sorry, Y/N." She said, breaking the silence after a few seconds. "I might be able to use my magic to heal you. I mean, you’re still kind of pale from all the blood loss, I can... I can help."

You shook your head, "save your power. My Witcher healing is working, I'll be as good as new come dawn."

Yennefer nodded with a small smile before she looked up at the stars shimmering through the treetops above you.

It was rare that the two of you had alone time together. And now you understood why because it was awkward.

Yennefer was trying to be better. But you still didn't like her. It wasn't even about what happened between her and Geralt on that mountain all those years ago, although that had definitely not helped. But it was what she did to Ciri, that was something you couldn't forgive.

If Ciri had died the day Yennefer tried to sacrifice her... you would have killed Yennefer then and there, and she knew it too.

"I do hope one day that you can forgive me for everything... I hope one day we can become friends." Yennefer suddenly said.

"Me too." You found yourself saying, and you meant it.

The only female Witcher and a powerful mage like Yennefer? That would be a friendship that nobody would dare try to fuck with.

Yennefer smiled softly at your words before the hut door opened once again and Geralt stepped out. He was now sporting a shining silver suit that you knew had to have been Jaskiers idea because there was no way the Witcher would ever choose to wear something like that.

His hair had also been neatly pulled back which was definitely Ciri's handy work and you smiled, walking over to him.

"You look nice." You smirked, looking him up and down trying to take a mental picture of this outfit that you knew he would never wear again.

"Don't get used to it." He muttered, but you could tell he was fighting the urge to smile as he looked over at you before holding out a familiar looking sword. "Here. I forgot to give this back to you earlier."

It was your sword that you figured had been lost during the fight before you got kidnapped. The last time you saw the sword it was sticking out one of the dead elves, but Geralt must have grabbed it before they left Shaerrawedd.

"Thank you." You took the sword and sheathed it over your back before glancing between him and Yennefer. "You two be careful, okay?"

They both nodded and you watched them walk away, disappearing through the woods to the Conclave.

You remained outside the hut for a little while, keeping guard and making sure nobody was lurking nearby, but it seemed to be quiet and safe for the time being, so you made your way back inside.

Jaskier was sitting on the edge of Ciri's bed shuffling a deck of cards and singing soothingly while Ciri fell asleep under the covers. You closed the front door quietly behind you not wanting to wake the young girl. Jaskier glanced over at you hearing the door and smiled softly while he continued to sing.

You pulled your sword sheath from your back, leaning it against the wall before you collapsed down on top of the other bed listening to Jaskiers gentle voice while you stared up at the ceiling.

"I think she's finally asleep." Jaskier whispered a few minutes later.

You tilted your head to the side as he stood up and pulled the blankets up higher covering the girl’s shoulders.

"You'd make a good father." You observed.

Jaskier chuckled softly, "I think I'm more of the fun uncle type, my dear. But thank you."

He put the deck of cards on the table before he walked across the room towards you.

"How are you doing? It cannot be easy for you knowing Geralt and Yennefer are pretending to be a couple at the Conclave right now."

Jaskier knelt beside your bed as you sighed and looked back up at the ceiling. "It's not. But I trust Geralt. And Yen has changed. I still don't like it, but I understand that it had to be done."

"Nobody in your position would like it." Jaskier agreed, smiling sadly at you. "Get some sleep. I'll keep watch for a while."

"Thanks, Jask."

Jaskier blew out the candles near your bed and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

You awoke not long after, but it took your tired mind a few seconds to figure out what had actually woken you up before you realised that Jaskier was no longer inside the hut.

You sat up on high alert, your eyes flashing over to Ciri's bed across the room. The girl was still fast asleep and unharmed, but Jaskier was nowhere to be seen.

Cautiously, you stood up grabbing your sword from your sheath against the wall before making your way outside. It was still dark, the moon and stars shining brightly in the sky above you, but there was no sign of Jaskier.

You found your body was finally back to normal. All the blood that had been taken and the amount of drugs that had been injected into your system wasn't affecting you any longer, your Witcher healing having done its job overnight.

Thank goodness for that.

"I've slipped away from my security detail. You're in no danger, I promise." You heard a voice say nearby.

"Yeah, well, that force field that blew you back, it, uh... lasts till dawn. Let them try it." Jaskiers voice suddenly replied.

"I'm scared, Jaskier." The other voice said.

Who was that?

Slowly you made your way towards the voice, spotting a smaller hut nearby where the source of the voices had been coming from.

"Just saying that makes you braver than you know."

"That's it. That's what makes you so special. You don't just see people. You see the best in them."

You had heard that other male voice before, but for the life of you, you couldn't figure out who it belonged to.

"May I?" The same voice asked.

A few seconds later, the faint sound of singing and the familiar strum of a lute filled the still night air, but it wasn't Jaskier who was singing. It was the other man.

You paused outside the open door of the hut, your sword still raised because you had no idea what was going on, but as you peaked into the room you were surprised to find Prince Radovid playing the lute.

"You learnt my song." Jaskier whispered once the prince stopped singing.

"My-my playing's shit, and I did have a-"

Jaskier surged forward, cupping the man’s face with his hands and silencing the princes rambling with a kiss.

Your jaw dropped as you watched the two of them make out, and you slowly lowered your sword from where you had it raised prepared for a fight.

"Maybe that's something we can work on." Jaskier whispered, pulling away ever so slightly to look at the other man. "I can't take you inside. I'm sorry."

"Then take me here." Prince Radovid responded.

Jaskier smiled before pressing his lips to the other man once again and you couldn't stop yourself from smiling either before you slowly backed away from the hut to give the two men some privacy.

With everything that was happening right now. All the horror. All the death and destruction, it was nice to see something good finally happening.

Jaskier deserved it.

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(Vesemir & Lambert, Vesemir & Eskel, Lambert & Eskel - potentially / if you squint, blackberries, Witcher Games and Books, #summereskelades)

Lambert had an insolent walk. Vesemir hadn't known such a thing was possible until he had witnessed Lambert's trademark swagger for the first time some... well, sod it, fifty years ago. Had it really been fifty years? Or perhaps forty? Either way, it gave a distinct thud-shuffle to his gait that prepared Vesemir for a migraine or an argument, or...

Vesemir's reverie was interrupted by the loud and pointed scrape of chair legs as Lambert indicated his desire for attention. The boy slumped into his chosen seat and slapped both hands on the rough hewn kitchen table. He was waiting patiently. Patiently.

That meant one thing; he needed Vesemir's help. There were only two things that exceeded Lambert's considerable intellect. The first? An obscure language here and there that he needed Vesemir to translate. It happened occasionally. The old library had been destroyed many years ago, but the boys brought back the odd tome or scroll they found on their travels to share. They were scholars at heart still, despite the manual nature of their applied trade.

The second potential reason for Lambert's presence in the kitchen that afternoon was a little more complicated. Lambert had overstepped with Eskel and Geralt. It was never intentional, not as far as Vesemir could tell, but sometimes Lambert's frothing hatred of the order, his spiteful anger, took unintended casualties, the most significant - to him - being those two knuckleheads.

Vesemir dried his hands on a tattered towel and then planted them on his hips. It took one glance to figure it out. Lambert wore his emotions like an extra shirt. The jaded, uncomfortable twist to his lips, the drop of his eyes. He was here for reason number two.

Lambert sighed. "I brought up Deidre."

"I see," Vesemir said, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Brought up' was no doubt an understatement. "Anything damaged?"

"Nah, he... uh, he got up and walked away."

Oh. That was bad. It was better when they punched it out of their system. A quick brawl, a split lip or a bruised eye socket, and then everything returned to easy equilibrium. They didn't hold grudges. Life was too short. But a silent exit with an attached cold shoulder? Lambert was in the dog kennels.

"He's so fucking sensitive," Lambert huffed, "it's--"

He looked up, caught Vesemir's eye and snapped his damned mouth shut. There was no talking himself out of this one. No twisting it around to shirk responsibility or make it seem less grave than it was. An apology was needed, but gods fuckin' forbid they actually say it. "Give him space. You might get away with a broken nose," Vesemir said.

"Urgh, I wish. You shoulda seen the look. It's going to be the silent treatment."

"Mm, I see."

"So?" Lambert prompted.

"So, what?"

"C'mon, old man. Don't play coy. How'd I fix this? You know I need to, or winter's a bust. Eskel's..." Lambert frowned, rolled his shoulder and dropped his voice, "there's no point in winter without Eskel." The admission was soft, edged with regret. Lambert didn't enjoy dealing collateral damage with his anger, not to those he loved. Everyone else? They could go fuck themselves, of course.

"Well. It's gonna require some sacrifice, as penance. An act of service to show ye care, and... somethin' he can savour while he decides whether or not to accept your apology."

"You think I should suck his--"

"Lambert, gods above, I will get the soap, so help me."

"Alright, prude," Lambert snorted, "so, what then?"

Vesemir glanced at his old baking trays, the larder, and hummed thoughtfully. "Pie."

"Pie?"

"Aye." Vesemir nodded. "You are going to bake Eskel a blackberry pie and give it to him after supper. It's his favourite."

Lambert groaned and Vesemir knew he'd chosen well. Lambert hated cooking, baking, broiling, steaming; anything that required his presence in a kitchen around food that hadn't been prepared for him. No doubt the only thing stopping him from poisoning himself on the Path was his witcher's metabolism.

The pie was the perfect level of self sacrifice because Eskel would know how much effort, focus and discomfort Lambert would have endured to create his sweet treat.

"Fine," Lambert growled, slumped forward with his temple against the heel of his palm. "Where do we start?"

"Now?"

"Yeah. We're meant to go fishing in two days. I'm not missing out."

"Mhm."

Vesemir sent Lambert out the bushels to pick a bowl of fresh blackberries. He could hear the colourful curses and feral snarls as Lambert fought through the thorns while he worked on the venison he was drying. The lad returned half an hour later with a brimmed bowl, sucking moodily on a splinter in his thumb. "Fuckin' demon fruit," he griped, slamming his treasure trove down on the workbench.

Vesemir guided Lambert with the flour and the unsalted butter, and then pushed a sieve into his hands. "He doesn't like the seeds. It's a texture thing."

"You want me to--? That's gonna take--fuck, fine. Fine."

Vesemir didn't need to say anything, just raise an eyebrow. Lambert stood dutifully at the sink, straining out the seeds, before he returned to rolling out the dough. Before long, Lambert's dark hair was peppered with puffs of white flour, his cheek smeared with butter where he'd eaten a mouthful, thought better of it, and wiped it off his tongue. The kitchen was a mess of barely used implements and empty bowls as Lambert tried to add his own flare to the process.

He bitched and grumbled and swore through it all, but he followed Vesemir's guidance without question, rolling, stirring, trimming and crimping. Every inch of the pie they slid into the hot oven had been conjured by Lambert's very own hand, right down to the meticulously shaped dough blackberry leaf on top. "For style points, you know," Lambert had said airily, but Vesemir had seen the flush of pride. For Eskel.

They stood against the kitchen counter and drank ale, watching the oven door as Lambert's offering baked.

Despite the bitter reminder of Eskel's pain, Vesemir treasured these quiet moments. With all three of them. When they saw him as a source of wisdom and advice as they had done as boys, rather than a source of pain and regret. For he knew how to reach them; knew that Geralt loved trinkets and songs, needed reassurances of his self worth despite all the sarcasm; how Lambert measured his worth in the time people were willing to spend around him, that his loyalty was unflinching and should be treasured; how Eskel's sweet tooth was truly formidable but his sensitivity to different textures made him a somewhat picky eater (despite his impressive bulk), how his heart was softer than even Geralt's, but closely guarded, lest it be wounded by a barbed word.

Yes, Vesemir knew how to reach them, but those roads were not for him to tread. They were closed to him; he didn't deserve such a bond. Because his knowledge of the boys had been won in their blood and their pain. He didn't want to taint their passions with those memories.

"It's done," Vesemir said, their bottles drained and the smell of golden pastry swirling around the kitchen. "Go'won, take it out. Cover it, let it cool."

Lambert pulled on the gloves and extracted his gift like it was made of solid gold. He placed it carefully on a granite chopping board, and then hooked a chair with his foot.

Vesemir raised an eyebrow. "You've got chores."

"Not letting this out of my sight. Last thing I need is Pretty Boy deciding he's got the munchies after clearing those harpies."

"I'm workin' in here all afternoon."

Lambert's eyes narrowed, but he didn't respond. He set his chin on his forearms and stared at the pie, as if he could cool it through sheer force of will. Vesemir shook his head with a sigh and left him to it.

The evening came soon enough for those in the castle who weren't watching pie cool, and Vesemir watched from his chair by the fire, pipe between his teeth, as Lambert approached Eskel gingerly. "Hey, uh... Eskel."

Eskel looked up from his book, lips pulled down in a deep frown. Ahh, the silent treatment. Vesemir had felt the weight of Eskel's hurt over supper, they all had, but he was sure Eskel wouldn't be able to resist such a show of care.

Lambert cleared his throat and placed the dish down as if presenting a votive offering to the gods. "I made you this."

Eskel raised a brow as he tugged the sheet aside, and Vesemir could see the perk in his shoulders. "You made this?" Eskel asked.

"Yeah. Blackberry bush has a bigger prick than you, ah-ha, uh... hm." Lambert shoved his hands in his trousers, glancing between Eskel and the pie.

"And Vesemir didn't help?"

"No," Vesemir said, puffing a ring of smoke towards the ceiling. "I take no responsibility for that monstrosity."

"It's edible though," Lambert said quickly. "I--I did it all right. Like the formul--uh, the recipe, like the recipe said."

Eskel reached for the fork left over after dinner and dipped it into the middle. Lambert had warmed it a little before he brought it in, and Vesemir watched as Eskel tested it with his tongue. Lambert bit down on his snarky comment, lips curling in, shoulders lifting. He was desperate for this to work. Desperate to have Eskel back for the winter. Eskel placed the forkful in his mouth, and pondered over it for some time, leaving Lambert in tense suspense.

Vesemir smirked around his pipe. Good.

"You made this," Eskel said, again.

"I did. Hours of work, Eskel. In a kitchen. A fucking... with a rolling pin."

"You use a rolling pin in alchemy. Pastry's no different."

"But..."

There it was. That faint, wry smile of Eskel's; lopsided, and warm. He was teasing. "S'nice."

"Yeah?" Lambert tried to sound casual, but missed the mark by a country mile. The upwards inflection was boyishly hopeful, and he took up his usual seat at Eskel's side, tentatively. "So, that--ow, fuck!"

Eskel got him square in the middle of the face. Not quite a broken nose, but enough to make his eyes water. Eskel huffed, "Jackass."

"Fine, fine, I deserved that..."

"Yeah, and then some," Eskel said, before scooping another forkful into his mouth. He hummed with pleasure, tongue lapping around his teeth as he tapped the edge of the tin. "You know, if you ever retire, you could open a bakery."

"Like fuck, I suffered for you today, arsehole."

"Hurrhurr, yeah? Good."

"Bastard. Eat your pie."

Vesemir smiled softly at the ceiling, puffing the occasional smoke ring, as he listened to them chat a load of crap well into the evening. All was well in Kaer Morhen. As well as it ever could be.

#vesemir #lambert #witcher lambert #eskel #witcher eskel #tw3 #the witcher books #the witcher games #blackberries #summereskelpades #got sad thinking over how Vesemir has all this knowledge about them #but he can't use it #because it hits different when he does it #like seeking forgiveness for the unforgivable

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- My first Tony Stark imagine and I loved writing for him. Hope you like this one as well as you liked my other imagines.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

A Woman of a Kind

Tony Stark x Reader

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GIF Credits to @sonugelmeyendusler

Summary- A flame of jealousy is all it needed for Tony to admit all his feelings for (Y/N).

TONY STARK WAS a ladies' man and every knew it. Truthfully, he was many things fused into one man. A genius, a billionaire, a hero with an iron suit- which wasn't made of iron-, an Avenger and what not. The list would go on but at the end of the day, he was a human with some hidden desires.

One of his many desires was (Y/N). His sweet fellow Avenger with the power to manipulate fire. A ferocious pyrokinesis practitioner with the warmest smile he had ever seen.

She was the only person who didn't judge him for what he was or what he did in the past. She only saw him as she saw the others. A man with the ability to do good to the universe.

Both of them soon found comfort in each other's company, sitting together on the tower's balcony to converse on varied topics from books to the ongoing development in technology and world. Tony had soon discovered that she was an intelligent lady, who wished to spend her free time with a book, curled in an armchair.

Another thing Tony had picked up of the lady was her fondness of the Thunder God. The shared laughter, the fleeting smiles, the prolonged touche of hands. Tony didn't like it, not at all. Not liking was even an understatement of how he felt about it. He hated it.

Laughter bounced off the walls as everyone were engaged in conversations filling the tower. The Avengers had been successfully able to destroy another headquarter of HYDRA and Tony being Tony, had decided to throw a party.

While everyone enjoyed the party, the host himself had found his self a corner with a glass of wine. His eyes trained on one single lady, who seemed to be unaware of the hero's gaze.

The black dress she wore was a present of Tony, given to her on her birthday last year. The silk material of the dress ran smoothly along her skin, accentuating her curves. How much Tony yearned to run his hands through those curves, only he could tell that.

Tony's daydream of being with (Y/N) was cut short by the entry of the God of Thunder in the group. His loud laughter a noise to the billionaire's ears. His brown eyes watched as Thor placed his huge hand on (Y/N)'s waist.

Tony felt as if his entire being was put on torch. His knuckles tightened around the glass of wine, turning white under pressure. He wished to go there and scream on the top of his lungs that (Y/N) was his. But he knew (Y/N) would not like it at all, a reason he controlled himself for.

Tony took a deep breath, gulping down his remaining wine and placing the glass on the bar, slipping away from his corner and making a beeline to Thor and (Y/N).

"A lovely evening, isn't it?" Tony asked, forcing a smile on his face as he looked at (Y/N). Her beautifully serene face breaking into a grin. "It really is, Tony. You host awesome parties," Tony's heart skipped a beat as he let the compliment sank in.

"Asgard has seen better feasts, Lady (Y/N)," Thor interrupted, a smile on his face but the hidden annoyance wasn't detectable to all. "Asgard is a place of gods, Thor. We are humans," (Y/N) replied, sparing him a smile before turning to the billionaire playboy.

"That dress looks great on you, dear," Tony's smirk spoke volumes at that time. (Y/N) chuckled, glancing down at her bodycon dress. "It was a gift from you, Tony," she stated with a smile. Tony's smirk grew as he saw Thor's smile flatten.

He was quick to encircle his arm around her waist, prompting Thor to remove his. "An excellent choice for an incredibly beautiful lady," Tony said, looking around the SHIELD agents who nodded their heads with a smile, making (Y/N) blush a bright red.

"You flatter me, Stark," she whispered lowly, only for him to hear. "And you spark an interest in me, (L/N)," he whispered back, gazing into her eyes. "If you all will excuse us," Tony said suddenly, grabbing his desired lady by her hand and dragging her to the balcony, away from the laughter and luckily, away from Thor.

"What was that?" She asked, looking at the skyline of New York. "What was what, my dear?" Tony asked, as if nothing had happened. (Y/N) laughed in amusement. "Don't you try to tell me nothing happened back there, Tones. You and Thor, you guys acted as if kids," (Y/N) said with an amusing grin, folding her hands in front of her body.

"I... uhm," Tony nerves were acting on peak levels, his tongue trying to form intelligent words but couldn't do such thing. His eyes kept watching the approaching figure of (Y/N) whose amusing smile had turned into a loving one.

She hushed him, standing close enough to feel the heat radiate from his body. Her eyes traced the feautures of his face. His coffee brown eyes gazed quizzically at her, a tilt of head not so visible.

"Sometimes, eyes speak more than words, Anthony," her voice a mere whisper, her presence intoxicating him, leaving him addicted to her. He didn't know when but his hands moved, finding home on her waist.

"Actions speak more than eyes." It was something (Y/N) had taught him ever since she joined the Avengers. She had been always caring for him while speaking less in the beginning. Tending to his wounds and injuries, fixing him his coffee when he was working late; all with a smile and without words.

"And what are yours, Tony?" Their lips were too close. Too close for them to think straight-ly. Tony's gaze dropped to (Y/N)'s lips, a crackling fire of affection manipulating his actions. His lips slammed against hers, hands gripping her waist tightly.

That kiss held the passion the great poets described in their lengthy poems. That kiss was the promise of passions and of love. Not the love depicted in the movies but the love described in the books.

(Y/N) broke the kiss, panting to catch her breath, placing her head on Tony's chest. Meanwhile, Tony was almost dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what just happened. It felt like he was dreaming about his deepest of desires. But that thought of this moment being a dream or a mere hallucination was thrown out of the window by (Y/N)'s chuckle.

Tony blinked once, looking at (Y/N) who stared at him with a flush. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. "Are you feeling shy, Ms. (L/N)?" He asked, squeezing her waist. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, the blush on her face deepening.

Tony let out a laugh, throwing his head back. "Aren't you a woman of your own kind, (Y/N)?" Tony said, gazing at the fire manipulator with an adoration.

#tony stark x reader #tony stank #tony stark #iron mike #iron man x reader #the avengers #rdj is tony stark #robert downey jr

[all-or-nothing-baby]

THE PEACOCK

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Incessant babbling, day and night. Constant fucking humming and grating outbursts of half-baked songs with bastardized lyrics. The bard is—superfluous would be an understatement. More like pretentiously poncey and purposely pig-headed just to piss me off. And a liability, to say the least. He's a goading, impudent Puck, yet shite with a sword and can't even fight with his fists to save his own featherweight arse. I mean, the moron can't weigh more than a sack of grain, for fucks sake. In fact, I'm surprised a strong gust of easterly wind hasn't blown the idiot all the way back to Oxenfurt. Oh, and to rub salt into that wound, despite his puny stature the gannet puts food away like a damn ogre, therefore munching through coin as if there's no tomorrow, no warm bath to pay for after having to wash in murky lakes for weeks, no dry room at an inn needed for a well-earned ale and a plate of pie and at least a night's decent rest.

He's incorrigible. Flashy. Unnecessary.

The bard is a Nobleman's trophy bird—a fucking Peacock of a man.

Yet.

And yet.

When we part ways and he is gone, the absence of his noise is a troublesome thorn in my side. It's like a river run dry when all you needs is a skinful of water. All the wild sounds slightly out of tune; the night owls lamenting the sound of that surely enchanted lute, the mourning Mocking Jays mimicking his voice having stolen and butchered his song. I feel unchallenged. Unmoored, even. Having only myself once again to worry over and to protect, seems somehow more of an effort—a chore, almost. All food tastes bland. My appetite in general, it wanes. Everything is wrong. Even drinking away the day at its end is so much less appealing. Bathing without soft hands smoothing warmed lavender oil through the strands of my dirty hair? A pointless waste of funds. And a soft bed for the night, all alone? These days, I strangely find it a sort of soft torture.

Yes, a Peacock preens and parades and is as vociferous as it is vexing.

But.

And but.

It's intelligent. Cunning. Majestic. It is exquisitely beautiful. And in the dead of night, when I hear its call carried on the breeze, it is somehow a tonic. The dazzling bird of such brilliant colour laments its mate: another Peafowl, this one with a plumage of pure white. And, once together again, they are the most perfect of contrasts. They are whole.

Roach brays and nods her head, shakes out her mane a little.

Ah.

It seems this witcher may have been thinking out loud again.

"Hmm," Geralt agrees sheepishly, and rides on.

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#originally posted to my deleted witcher blog #behonesthowsmysinging #geraskier #geraskier ficlet #the witcher #witcher fic #POV geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the peacock #ficlet #fanfic #aonb writes #all-or-nothing-baby

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Fighting - Bonus Scene Part 4

(Okay, so this series was supposed to have ended with Part 3, but Netflix really ticked me off with what they did, and I needed to write some more whump to help myself (and hopefully some of y'all) feel better.) And I'm even going to post it early!

Jaskier jerked awake. The solid warmth that had been next to him was gone. He floundered up off his belly, ignoring the soreness in his ribs and chest. Yennefer muttered sleepily, her arm slipping off from where it had been draped over his back. Jaskier frantically groped around on the bed in the dark, heart pounding in his chest.

Geralt was gone.

Yennefer woke up at the movement, thinking maybe he was going to be sick, "Lark, what-!"

"gEralt!"

Yennefer sat up, turning the bedside lamp on and tugging him over.

"Wh-whEre is hE?" Jaskier whimpered brokenly, his voice trembling and small.

Yennefer silently cursed herself as she murmured to him, "His knee was bothering him, Bardling. He's just gone to stretch it out. Shhh. He'll be right back."

She had told Geralt she would stay awake to make sure Jaskier didn't panic if he woke up while he was walking the hallway, trying to work a cramp out of his knee. She must have fallen asleep.

"I'm right here," Geralt's voice rumbled reassuringly from the doorway seconds later. He climbed back into the bed and went to pull the bard over to him. That was when he F***ed Up.

Ever since the Alley Incident, Jaskier had been hypersensitive to movement. He had to turn to look at any small movement he caught out of the corner of his eye, or just outright flinched. To describe him as jumpy was an understatement. Geralt and Yennefer had tried to be mindful of the issue, but it was hard.

Jaskier had choked back a yelp, flinching and covering his head with his arms, jerking away and falling into a full blown panic attack when Geralt grabbed his arm to keep him from braining himself on the headboard.

F**k

Yennefer glared hotly at Geralt as she carefully pulled Jaskier to her. The bard leaned into her, letting her press a kiss to his hair and murmer comforting nonsense to him. Her voice in Geralt's head was so acidic, it almost melted a hole in his skull.

What were you thinking, grabbing him like that?

Look at the poor thing! He thought you were going to hit him!

You know how jumpy he is right now!

Don't 'Hmm' at me like that you potoo looking tw*t!

He's having a panic attack! Fix it!

Geralt, wallowing in guilt, very slowly held his arms out to Jaskier. There was only a second's hesitation before Jaskier threw himself against Geralt's chest, sobbing and shaking. Geralt wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly, feeling his heart hammering against his own chest. He held him until the stink of his anxiety faded.

Jaskier had looked up at Geralt when the panic attack was over and had appologized to him as if he'd done something wrong. Geralt had 'hmm'ed unhappily before pulling Jaskier back against his chest and pulled the dingy, tattered blankie back up around Jaskier's shoulders before rumbling "If you ever appologize for something that's not your fault ever again, I'll leave a bad review on every single one of your songs!"

Jaskier had actually smiled at that, and huffed affectionately "So it'll be just a bunch 'Hmm!'s, then?"

"F**k you."

"F**k you, too."

"F**k both of you," Yennefer grumbled in mock annoyance.

"Well, now you just made it awkward Yennefer! You just turned up the Ick Factor. Such a turn off! " Jaskier quipped.

"Oh, please! Like there's anything that makes you feel awkward, Julian Alfred Pankratz! I've heard the bedroom tales they tell about you! There's apparently not many things you shy away from!"

"Yeah, well, none of them involve someone I see as a sister!"

"B**tard."

"B*tch."

"I hate you." Jaskier said, reaching out to hold Yennefer's hand.

"I hate you more." Yennefer said, squeezing his fingers.

Jaskier leaned against Geralt, feeling the warmth and solidness of him. His blanket was draped around him, and he felt Yennefer tuck it up close to his face. Jaskier pressed his thumb against that comfort spot on the roof of his mouth, and let his head rest against Geralt's chest.

He stayed there, listening to Geralt's slow heartbeat and his rythmic purring, feeling Yennefer's warm hands moving up and down his back, chasing away his trembling. The tighness in his chest uncoiled itself, and he allowed himself to float in that moment, where nothing else existed but warmth, comfort, and security.

When he felt himself start getting noodly (and start to drool on Geralt), he took his thumb out of his mouth and gathered up his blanket, yawning as he shifted around to lie back down on his belly. Geralt pulled the blankets up over them and rolled onto his side so he could rest his hand on Jaskier's back. Yennefer scooted over and rested her head on the back of Jaskier's shoulder. It didn't take long for the three of them to fall back asleep.

Melitele knew they were all exhausted. The past few nights had been nothing but the odd few hours of sleep interrupted by Jaskier's nightmares. The Viper that had attacked him plagued him at night, and his days were plagued by the fear that Geralt was going to somehow just disappear.

Jaskier tried to insist that he would be fine, that Yennefer and Geralt didn't need to stay in the room with him at night so he could sleep. He tried to pretend that he didn't feel a surge of anxiety that made him almost physically sick every time Geralt strayed too close to a doorway. He tried to pretend that he wasn't carrying his blanket around all day because he needed the comfort it gave him, and that he didn't need to suck his thumb to soothe himself or fall asleep...

That he wasn't afraid to go to sleep...

Yennefer and Geralt could see he was struggling. He was almost constantly trembling. He hardly ate, barely slept, and the thumb sucking was not normal for him. He tried really hard not to suck his thumb, but Blankie Therapy just wasn't enough, and he knew Geralt and Yennefer couldn't spend all their time with him clinging to one or the other of them like a temperamental toddler.

Yennefer finally found a way to help with the separation anxiety. It was such a simple solution, that once she though of it, she could have kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner. Jaskier was less anxious if he could at least see his friends. If he could see them, he knew where they were, so they weren't 'gone'. So Yennefer decided to try fiddling with their already established mental links.

Yennefer had set up an open mental link for them ages ago, and they had gotten comfortable wtih it. They could get into eachother's heads if the other person allowed it, but it was limited to conversation only. Yennefer decided to try to fiddle with the settings, and then tried it out. And it worked.

Jaskier's anxiety told him that Geralt and Yennefer were 'gone' when they left the room, but the mental link countered it by letting him know that they were still there, even if he couldn't see them. He knew exactly where they were, he could talk to them in his head, feel their emotions and they could even brush his mind the same way they would have soothingly rubbed his back or hugged him. They could feel when he started getting anxious, or needed comforting, and they could either go to him, or use the mental link.

While it helped with the separation anxiety, it did nothing for the nightmares.

The following night found Geralt cursing himself and feeling personally responsible for what happened next.

Geralt felt Jaskier twitch in his sleep next to him and start whimpering. He reached out in the dark and rubbed his shoulder, thinking it would calm him like it usually did...

Jaskier pelted down the dark street, trying to out run the persuing shadow that was behind him. He could almost hear its heavy breath over the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears. Something grabbed him, and he was swung into an alley.

Jaskier expected it to be the Viper, like it usally was. The Witcher had haunted his nightmares since the first night after Geralt had rescued him. But when he was slammed into the wall and then turned around, what he saw was not the Viper. It had Geralt's body, but a potoo's head. It was almost funny, and Jaskier was just deciding that, f**k it, it was funny, when the d*mned thing changed.

Its body became that of a bird, with feathers that were tattered and sticky and clotted with blood that dripped in thick streamers as it moved. And its face... It's face was human. And it was...Geralt's!? The thing opened it mouth and, screamed "NAAAUUURRRR!", grabbed him by front of his shirt with it's blood caked claws, and then everything was pain and blood...

...Jaskier was suddenly screaming and thrashing, twisting up from the bed. Geralt tried to grab the thrashing arms as gently as possible, trying to keep him from hurting himself or Yennefer, who had been startled awake and was trying to avoid getting smacked by an arm or leg. Jaskier jerked violently, and Geralt let go of his arm when he tensed and yelped. D*mn it! He hadn't heard and pops or snaps, so hopefully hadn't pulled something out.

Jaskier scrambled back with a yelp of pain and bolted off the bed. Geralt leaped after him and tried to grab the back of his shirt, but missed. Seconds later there was a loud, heavy thud as Jaskier blindly ran straight into the wall. Yennefer gasped in alarm and frantically searched for the lamp by the bed.

Geralt ran to Jaskier, crouching down and carefully trying to sit him up. Yennefer switched the lamp on...

...Jaskier felt bones crack, the pain spreading like fire through his chest and neck, spearing down between his shoulders. The creature had changed again. It now looked like Geralt, but it wasn't his Geralt. The face was all wrong. Not Geralt loomed over him, yellow eyes burning like fire, and spoke. "...SsssAAAUUUnng BAUUUrrrd,"

...Jaskier's dialated eyes stared right past Geralt, unseeing as he started violently struggling. "Jaskier, stop!" Geralt shouted at him, "It's me! It's Geralt!" He tried to pin the struggling bard to the floor as gently as possible.

"NONONONO, you're not him! You're not Geralt! That's not his face-!"

Geralt felt something in his chest move oddly under his hand, and Jaskier cried out in pain. Then he went Feral. He punched Geralt three times on the left side of his chest, under his arm, in rapid succession before the Witcher could even react. He managed to block the punch from the other fist that was going right for the side of his neck.

Geralt grunted, and he felt the hair on his arms stand on end. He'd recognized the way Jaskier had held his arms and wrists for each strike. Those hadn't been punches. That was the same motion Jaskier would have used if he'd been holding his push knives. Geralt thanked all the gods that those things were safely tucked away in his dresser.

"You're not him!" Jaskier screamed, "Get away from me, you aren't him!"

The terrified bard snarled and screamed, twisitng and fighting until Geralt was able to pin him down. Jaskier started sobbing in a mix of pain and fear.

Yennefer was already kneeling beside him, getting ready to try to magically sedate him, when Geralt used their mental link to get into Jaskier's head. What he saw both flooded him with guilt, and creeped him the h*ll out.

Geralt felt his stomach turn at the nightmare pinning Jaskier to the ground., whispering that it was him now, and that the other Geralt was never coming back. It turned and glared at Geralt over its shoulder, and the Witcher got a good look at its face. Geralt shuddred. It looked like someone had tried to draw him from memory. No wonder the bard was screaming. Geralt stormed through the dream alley, drawing his silver sword and snarling, "Get the f**k away from my bard!"

The monster stood, facing Geralt and rumbled "NAAAUUURR, MINE! I'm Gaaarauuuult naaooww! "

"Like h*ll you'll ever be me!" Geralt set his silver sword aflame and thrust it straight into the monster's chest before it could move. It turned to ash, tumbling to the ground and blowing away with fading "NNAAAUuuurrr!"

Jaskier staggered to Geralt, grabbing onto him, crying. "Geralt!" he croaked, "It kept telling me it was you, Geralt!"

"That f***er wasn't me," Geralt said as he held Jaskier tightly. "It will never be me. There's only one Geralt Roger Eric du Haute -Bellegarde-Geralt of Rivia."

Jaskier started to chuckle at the old inside joke, then stopped, blinking. "Wow... I've never heard someone pronounce a strike-though before."

"Well, this is a dream. You can do anything in a dream."

"Stop f***ing around Geralt!" Yennefer's worried and irritated voice echoed through the alley, "Wake up, Nightingale," she said, and Jaskier felt warm fingers brush his cheek.

He came to, lying on the floor, with Geralt and Yennefer hovering over him. There was a sharp, intense pain in his chest that stole his breath. "Breathe, dear heart, breathe!" Yennefer said, hands worriedly fluttering over him.

"...hUrts!" Jaskier whimpered, trying to hold his chest without actually touching it.

"You separated those two ribs from your breastbone," Geralt answered, pushing Jaskier's shirt up, pressing a hand against his side to steady him. He could see the lumps sticking up next to his sternum. It was the same two ribs he'd popped during the fight with the Viper Witcher. "Be still, bard, so Yen can help you."

Yennefer whispered quietly to herself, and touched the inflamed cartilage in Jaskier's chest. The pain dwindled to a dull soreness that at least allowed him to breathe comfortably. "Is that better, babygirl?" Yennefer asked, leaning closer and stroking his cheek.

"Babyg-?!" Jaskier began in an offended sqwawk that ended in a pained expletive as Geralt quickly pressed his hand against the separated ribs and gave a short jerk down. Yennefer was right there, immediately fixing the ribs in place.

"I f***ing hate it when you two do that, " Jaskier mumbled after the shock wore off. "Really, Yen, 'babygirl?"

Yennefer shrugged, "What's wrong with it?"

"It's f***ing ridiculous!"

"Well, now that I know it annoys you, I'm making that your new nickname."

Geralt slowly sat him up, feeling the back his neck and down his back when he felt him tense. He didn't feel anything out of place, just a bunched muscle on the back of his neck. A strain, then.

They got Jaskier back in bed and resumed their cuddle pile. Geralt tucked Jaskier into his side, Yennefer cuddling against his other side, her arm over his stomach. He trembled a little, half from pain, half from the memory of the nightmare, and rolled onto his side with a whimper grabbing at Geralt's shirt when he felt him shift.

"I'm just getting comfortable. I'm not going anywhere. " Geralt rumbled softly, slipping his arm under Jaskier's head and scratching his fingers in his hair. "Get some sleep."

"But what if he comes back...? " Jaskier mumbled, words slightly distorted by the thumb he'd put in his mouth, "I-I'm...I'm scared...."

"It wasn't real, Julek," Yennefer said, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, using a little magic to soothe the biting soreness of the strained muscles. "It was just a bad dream." She lightly rubbed his stomach, then slipped her hand up his shirt when she felt him trying to hold his breath against the pain in his chest. Lying on his side was putting pressure on his injury. She brushed her fingers over the still painful lumps by his breastbone.

Jaskier made a hiccuping sound, and flinched. "Sorry, dove," Yen murmured, "Give me a half a second." The pain receeded to a mild soreness and Jaskier relaxed. "Sleep now." She whispered. "We're right here with you. We'll keep him away."

Geralt tucked Jaskier's blanket closer to his face, and started to pur. Jaskier was out like a light minutes later.

#the witcher #the witcher headcanon #the wither modern au #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #the witcher netflix #twn #geraskier #geraskefer #geraskifer #yenskier #yennskier #yenneskier #yennaskier #fighting headcanon #feral!jaskier #jaskier whump #soft!geralt #soft!yennefer

[yourknightofrage]

first lines game

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. (sort by date posted.) if you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have!

Okay, so while I do have enough fics to do this on AO3 some of them are from like 3 years ago and MORE so I'm gonna pull out some drafts as well cause imma be posting them anytime now...

thank you @m-a-w-a for tagging me in this game, I'm afraid I won't be passing this forward since I don't know many writers on Tumblr like that anymore. <3

It Was An Honest Loss When the procession came to a halt, a woman stepped out of the most rich carriage. Her dress seemed like an extension of it: a plated silver tua sin with bismuth accents structuring her shoulders and cascading mosaic down her sash. It built a powerful and aggressive silhouette, signaling her origins, her status.

I Ain't Done It is said that, once a certain threshold of pain is reached, the body simply cannot keep record of it anymore. Had Pete been asked about it, he would’ve said that emotional pain counted too, because there was no other explanation for what was happening.

Shrikes and Thorns Vegas had gotten used to the hollow feeling in his chest. Because when he was a child and found that his mother had died, his heart followed along. As he grew up and his father was never happy with him, it had started to rot, decaying with every hit, the words laying putrid on it. By the time he was an adult there was nothing but a black ooze that smelled of death in his chest, and Vegas did not care. It did not hurt, he'd gotten used to it. Then Pete came along.

I'll Swear That I loved You Pain was the first thing Pete noticed. Unsurprising, seeing as that was most of his existence these days. This time, it felt like pulsing from the right side of his head, it felt like his whole body was throbbing under the tension of it. He felt heavy, slow, and most of him was hurting. All the other aches filtered in later, coming to him like water leaking through a cracked bowl. 

The Ghost of Us To say that Izuku was excited would be an understatement. Electricity was buzzing under his skin, not in the way that One For All did. This was like waves that made his head feel light, had butterflies manifest in his stomach, and added a bounce to his step.

Very Special Geralt wasn’t the most emotionally intelligent man, he could own up to that.

There's a Second Wind Coming Twenty-two years was a long time. It was most of his life, it was his entire adult life, and it was almost entirely dedicated to Geralt of Rivia. A foolish endeavour, really, since Geralt never even spoke the word “friend” out loud.

Something so magic about you The first time it happened Essek knew he was being used. There was no questioning it. The Mighty Nein had needed help, and they had been particularly irksome with their muddy information. So Caleb tried to soothe his nerves. In retrospect Essek would wonder if he’d been quite so obvious about his regards for the wizard. The drow would look at his actions and wonder if he’d lingered too long on Caleb when addressing the Nein, if maybe he’d been too accomodating with him. What had given him away?

Fake It Till You Make It (draft) "Look, this is flattering, really I am honoured," Porsche said. "But I don't see you in the same way, and I think maybe we should stay apart for a bit, because Kinn's really not okay with it, and-" "Oh, you think- no, it's not-" How was Vegas supposed to think of an excuse quick enought? He wasn't good at improv, he was used to plans and layers and thinking things through! "I mean, I want you to like me, but not like-like me." "Really? But... why?" "Well... think... who is your roomate?" Welp. Vegas guessed he was going to have a crush on Pete for a while now.

For Your Love “No, you wanna know what the real psycho shit is?” Porsche asked, his voice a vibrato of laughter.

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#5

When someone steals your writing, it’s not just words. It’s not just an idea, nor is it just a story or a plot. Its so fucking cliche but unbelievably true when I say that it’s an actual piece of your soul. As a writer, whether you’re considered popular or not, published or indie, if you get a thousand notes or three, that combination of vowels, consonants (and if you’re like me, far too many commas) has been a part of you, embedded into your psyche, begging to be released into the world. By extracting it and putting it onto the proverbial paper that is the internet, we writers are sharing our love, our light. Our hopes and fears. Our dreams and nightmares. And for someone to just take this gift that we share with all of you (for free… the time and effort spent is a whole different discussion right now) and claim it as their own…Well, frankly it’s fucked up. It hurts. It’s maddening. It’s insulting. Disappointing. Disgusting.

People that plagiarize are sad. They want attention and they don’t have the balls to get it on their own. They are jealous of writers and their ability to craft a world with words and they want that for themselves. They’re lazy. They just take the easy way. Nothing about writing is easy. If only.

A few days ago, a blog that has since deactivated lifted two of my fics and posted them as their own. To say I was upset is an understatement. I had to step away from tumblr for a moment because I was tempted to just delete my whole account. I felt sick over it, I’ve thought of little else since. Maybe I’m being dramatic, we all know I have a flair for it. But the thought kept crossing my mind that this is going to happen again, I mean how many times have we seen it happen to our friends? And why should I just leave my stuff out there for someone to steal? I’ve been here and posting writing for almost seven years, and as far as I know, this is the first time this has happened to me.. Maybe my writing is shit and no one wanted it. Maybe my stuff is too unique and it could be spotted to easily. More likely that I’m just lucky.

Since I’ve been talked off the edge of just disappearing into the void and deleting everything, I’ve been wrestling with whether I’m going to take down my writing. I don’t want to stop sharing it with you guys, but I also don’t know if I feel comfortable with it anymore. So, I’ve decided that I’m going to finish The Light, and then I’m done writing for fandom. Once that happens, I’ll decide whether or not I’ll be removing my master list.

To all my friends and loyal readers, I love you. So very much. I owe you all my life, and that is far from an exaggeration. You have graced me with the confidence to do something that I never dreamed I could be capable of doing. You’ve given me the gift of a craft that I love and has become a huge part of me, and I can’t even begin to put into words how much I’ve needed something like that in my life and how very grateful I am for every single word of encouragement I’ve received from all of you.

Thank you 🖤 (unless you steal peoples creative works, then fuck off and step on a broken Lego.)

XOXO,

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The Light (6)

If you’ve found yourself here, there used to be a story here. It’s no longer available unfortunately. I’ve deleted all my writing because people don’t know how to play nice with other’s toys. Yes, I’m pissed about it. This remains so I can see the notes people have left me on this story. Sorry there isn’t anything to read here other than me bitching. Take care 🖤

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257 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#3

The Light (7)

If you’ve found yourself here, there used to be a story here. It’s no longer available unfortunately. I’ve deleted all my writing because people don’t know how to play nice with other’s toys. Yes, I’m pissed about it. This remains so I can see the notes people have left me on this story. Sorry there isn’t anything to read here other than me bitching. Take care 🖤

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285 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#2

Imagine. 🤣🤣

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Don’t Forget About Me (Part 1)

Geralt x Reader

My first ever imagine. Please send me constructive criticism. I’m super embarrassed that people will read this. I hope you enjoy it though! Even if you think it sucks I hope you at least get a good laugh!

This was also done on mobile so sorry for the format.

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It had been four years since Y/N had joined Geralt and Jaskier on their adventures and every moment of it had been pure bliss. It seemed like every turn in the road revealed something even more exciting than the last. Y/N grew up in a small town, born into a family of five. Being the middle child, she had been what seemed like nearly forgotten. Day after day she had worked in the family inn with the knowledge that it would be that way for the rest of her life. But even at the age of 21, though it seemed like nothing was going to change, she still yearned for adventure, still longed to see what the world looked like outside of her village. When a large brooding male one day walked into her family's inn, covered in what looked like grime from his travels, she knew that he was her way out. And now there they were. It took several years for Geralt to finally soften towards Y/N, with the help of Jaskier of course, and express how much he cared for the young woman. It had since been the three of them, the two lovebirds and their best friend. Y/N had never been happier… until the week when an old flame from Geralt’s past made an appearance. Yennefer.

Y/N silently trailed her love and the woman holding his attention, Jeskier sending worried glances her way. It had been a week of this. Where normally she would be happily prancing alongside the large male, only releasing his hand to investigate new sights around the trail, she was following behind whilst he excitedly talked with Yennefer. To say she was hurt was an understatement. She had never felt such heartache. This first appeared as guilt. Guilt for feeling like she was clingy, and in constant need of Geralt’s attention. After several days, doubt and insecurity started to settle in. Did Geralt love her? Or was she just company while he waited for his real twin flame? At night, she would settle into their shared pile of blankets, waiting for him to join her, though she always fell asleep before he left Yenefer’s side to sleep next to her. Jaskier tried his best to assure her that Geralt was just excited about seeing an old friend again, but Y/N couldn’t seem to shake her doubt.

Arriving at the inn they were travelling to was such a relief, Y/N could barely hold back tears. She needed the privacy to finally release the heart wrenching sobs she had been holding in. The second Geralt placed their room key in her palm, muttering something about joining her after some drinks with Yennefer, she took off, not catching the look of surprise passing over Geralt’s face. The moment she shut their room’s door behind her, a choked sob left her mouth. The ache in her chest grew as she imagined Geralt laughing with Yen, not missing her presence at all. Hours passed and after bathing and tying her hair back in a braid, Y/N slipped into the soft, warm bed. Though the warmth was of little comfort– it felt empty without Geralt. These thoughts only brought more tears to her eyes. Y/N let out a soft gasp and shut her eyes to appear as if she was sleeping when she heard the door creak open.

“Y/N, I know you’re awake. It’s just me.” She popped one puffy eye open at the sound of Jaskier’s voice. He made his way across the room and settled on top of the blankets next to her.

“Is everything alright?“ Y/N asked as she sat up quickly, worry blossoming in her chest. Images of everything that could possibly be going wrong downstairs flew through her mind.

“Everything’s fine, although I’m worried about you, Y/N.” Jaskier’s eyes met hers with the intensity only a caring friend could carry. She could hear the concern in his voice, which made her eyes well up once more. A small sob left her lips and she threw herself into his arms.

“You’re okay, I’m here.” He comforted her, holding her close to him. Y/N couldn’t put into words how grateful she was for her best friend. The two of them were inseparable. Both filling the roles of trouble-maker in Geralt’s life, they had become fast friends and a team.

“He wants her. He’s going to leave me behind for her.” Having her insecurities fall out of her mouth made her relax, but shortly after she felt the reality of her words sink in. “I’m going to be alone again…” Y/N’s voice broke. The true fear of feeling once again the way she had felt in her hometown crushed her. Eventually, her sobs stopped and she went completely silent. Her heart was racing and burning cold shivers shot up her body.

“You’re okay. He loves you so much, Y/N, he’s just caught up in reminiscing. You know that he needs you just as much as you need him. And besides, I’m not going anywhere. Whatever would I do without you to help me irritate the shit out of Geralt?” He elbowed Y/N softly at the last bit. Y/N looked up at her best friend and gave him a watery smile.

“Thank you Jaskier.” She wished she could put into words how much her friend meant to her, but in that moment a simple thank you was all she could muster.

The two of them quickly turned their heads towards the door as it was flung open to reveal Geralt. He was clearly intoxicated as his cheeks were flushed and he held a lazy smile on his face. His eyes shifted between the two of them before landing on Y/N’s tear stained face. His smile immediately dropped and concern lit his eyes.

“Alright, I’m going to call it a night. You know where to find me.” Jaskier softly stated as he rose from Y/N’s side. She watched as he whispered something to Geralt. Geralt gave him a nod of thanks and only started towards her once the door had shut.

“Are you alright my dear?” He cautiously started, staggering over to the bed. His soft words sent a pain through her chest.

“Yes. I must just be overtired from our travels!” She pushed her voice to sound much more chipper than she was feeling. Geralt studied her for a moment, his face revealing how little he believed her.

“Are you sure? I’m here if you need me, always.” She wanted to scoff at his words, but was far too timid to do so.

“Yes, Geralt, I’m fine. I just want to sleep. I’m exhausted. Is that okay?“ he sighed at her words knowing she was shutting him out. But he didn’t want to push her, in fear of her completely shutting down.

“Of course. I’m going to wash up and then I will join you.” He watched her for another moment before slowly moving towards the attached room which held a bath. Before he returned, Y/N was fast asleep.

The following morning Y/N awoke to the sun shining through the window. Soft sun beams landed on her face, making her squint. She laid there watching the dust particles float in the air, listening closely to the sound of people talking and laughing in the cavern below her. The sheer normalcy of it spread a smile across her face.

“Good morning, my dear.” Geralt’s arm tightened around her waist.

“Good morning.” She softly replied. However, her joy was short-lived as she remembered who slept in the room beside them. She found herself shifting away and scurrying toward the bathroom. In the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Geralt sitting up in bed, watching as she hurried away.

By the time she was done in the bathroom he had left their room, most likely getting ready to deal with why they were in this town to begin with. Geralt had been hired to deal with a nasty kikimore that had wandered uncharacteristically close to town. Y/N had never seen one in person, but had heard the stories Geralt shared about his time in swamps. She cringed at the thought.

Sighing, she gathered all of her things and prepared to head downstairs to the cavern where she knew her group would be waiting. The plan was to take care of the kikimore on their way out of town and then continue towards their end goal of Kaer Morhen. Geralt had often mentioned how excited he was to introduce Y/N to Vesemire. The memory warmed her chest and gave her a small boost of confidence to walk towards her friends and lover. As she neared, Geralt’s eyes met hers. She sent a soft smile his way and sat next to him.

“I love you.” he whispered, his breath fanning across her ear. It was rare for him to show affection in public unless he was making a statement as to who Y/N belonged to. No other men would bother her after the Witcher made the message obvious.

“I love you too.” Y/N smiled up at him. She could feel Yennefer’s gaze on her from across the table as they shared the moment. But she wouldn’t let it bother her. Not today. She did, however, glance over to meet Jaskier’s stare. He was smiling at her. She smiled back and rolled her eyes as he mouthed, “I told you so”.

The group quickly finished breakfast and headed out towards the stable to collect Roach. Y/N smiled as she pulled a few pieces of fruit from breakfast out of her pocket. Whenever they stayed at an inn she was sure to bring Roach a treat. Roach whinnied at her approach and bobbed her head up and down in delight.

“Clearly she has a new favourite.” Yennefer’s voice wiped the smile from Y/N’s face. She pushed past Y/N and started petting Roach, staring at Y/N down the bridge of her nose. Though her words weren’t intentionally hurtful, Y/N couldn’t stop her mind from thinking through all the times Yennefer had most likely done the same as Y/N. After all, she had once travelled with Geralt and had known him for much longer. Y/N quietly passed the fruit over to Yennefer, who looked surprised.

“She likes it best if you don’t mix the fruit when you feed it to her. Give them to her one at a time.” Y/N softly explained and walked away. She decided to wait at the stable entrance for everyone to be ready to leave. Jaskier soon joined her and stood with her silently. He didn’t need to say anything for Y/N to understand he was there to give her comfort. Y/N let out a slow breath before turning towards where Geralt looked to be having a rather intense conversation with Yennefer.

“Did you say something to him?” Y/N accused.

“I just mentioned that Yennefer was getting a little too close for anyone’s comfort,” Jaskier defended himself. Y/N couldn’t help but lean into him, hoping that he understood her gratitude. “Besides, I don’t like how she treats you. The sooner he gets sick of her and tells her to leave the better.” Jaskier leaned back into Y/N. “I should write a song about this. What would I title it?” At that, Y/N turned sharply to jab him in the side. The two of them continued playfully bickering until Geralt made his way towards them, leading Roach with Yen in tow. Y/N couldn’t argue that the two of them looked good together. Yennefer was beautiful, with her thick dark hair, feminine curves and not to mention how powerful and intelligent she was. She and the white-haired Witcher would be a perfect match. An unstoppable couple. Insecurity came creeping back in. Y/N watched Geralt turn to send a small nod to Yennefer. In that moment Y/N knew that if being with Yen meant Geralt was happy then she would step aside. There was nothing she wanted more than to ensure that Geralt was happy. And it would kill her to be the one in the way of it.

After several hours of walking, Geralt finally stopped.

“We are near,” He stated, sending a chill down Y/N’s spine. This was one creature she did not want to come face to face with. “We will set up camp at the side of the road here. I’ll be back before nightfall.” Geralt commanded. Yennifer and Jaskier slowly moved over to where Geralt had referred to and started setting up camp.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Y/N turned to face the Witcher as he spoke.

“Please be careful. I don’t want to spend my night sewing you up.” She joked. He smiled down at her and moved closer to wrap his arms around her smaller body.

“I love you.” He muttered against her hair.

“And I love you.” She reached up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. They stood together for a moment, appreciating each other's company. Though Geralt had left her at camp many times to do just this, it never made it easier. Y/N was always left with the fear that he wouldn't return. Much too soon, Geralt pulled away, gave her hand a squeeze, and started walking in the opposite direction. He slowed for a moment to call over his shoulder,

“Yen, are you coming?”

Y/N’s heart dropped into her stomach. She couldn't help but stare in shock, unaware this was part of the plan. While she trusted Geralt to be alone with Yennefer, she didn’t trust Yen. She also couldn’t help but feel hurt that while Geralt asked Yennefer to accompany him, he had never asked her. Not once. While she may not have been able to wield magic, she could wield a sword and bow rather confidently. She turned towards Jaskier to see him already looking at her. They watched Geralt and Yennefer walk away and eventually disappear from sight.

“I can’t believe–” Jaskier didn’t get to finish before Y/N turned on her heel and walked away. Jaskier watched in shock as she made her hands busy with starting a fire. It was very unlike her to act out in frustration, but by the way she was slamming pieces of wood down onto the ground, he would even go as far as to say she was angry. She stopped suddenly and let out a huff of air before saying,

“If he wants to have her as a companion that’s fine, I won’t stand in the way. However, I won’t be sitting here forever waiting for him to come back. If he’s happier with her then so be it.” Jaskier knew that this little blow up didn’t come from the one instance of Geralt taking Yennefer over Y/N, but a build up after just over a week of him choosing to give all of his attention to Yen and ignore Y/N. Her shoulders sagged in defeat. “I just don’t know Jaskier… Maybe it would be best if I left. It would make it easier for everyone.”\

“Don’t you dare leave. He loves you, and even though he might have his head up his ass right now that doesn’t mean that he wants you to leave. Or wants Yennefer for that matter!” He raised his voice. Anger towards Geralt showed clearly in his tone.

“Okay.” Was the only response he received.

Hours had passed and night had fallen. Worry started to course through Y/N. Geralt always returned when he said he would. Not once was he late. She couldn’t help but think the worst. Images of his broken body flashing through her mind. Panic started to take over.

“That’s it!” Y/N announced. Jaskier turned his head in confusion, watching her stand up from where she had been sitting around the fire for the last several hours. “I’m going to find them.” She started rummaging through her pack, pulling out her knives and crossbow.

“I don’t know if this is the best idea, but if you’re going then I’m not going to be left alone in the dark.” Jaskier put down his lute which he had been playing. The two started off in the direction they watched Geralt and Yen go that morning.

Stumbling through the dark was not ideal, and Jaskier was not graceful at all. Y/N lost count of how many times she had to help him up after he tripped. But the two of them finally made it to what looked like the mouth of a cave.

“Nope. I’m sure they’re fine and probably wanting us to stay back at camp. Where it’s safe.” Jaskier turned dramatically to walk away. Y/N’s hand shot out and grabbed his arm.

“If it was us, Geralt would go in there no matter what.” She stared Jaskier down.

“Fine.” He huffed and began to follow her in. To say she was afraid was an understatement, but Y/N was driven by images of Geralt lying injured, alone on the cave floor.

It wasn’t long before they could hear the echoes of a fight ensuing. Y/N picked up her pace, starting to jog. Pulling a long dagger out of its sheath, she turned back to make sure Jaskier was following. With wide eyes he mouthed, “let’s go”. She shot him a quick smile and nod of approval. They slowed as they approached a drop. Peeking over, they could see Yennefer and Geralt fighting the kikimore. Fear ran cold down Y/N’s spine. It was worse than she had imagined. She could faintly remember Geralt telling her that kikimoras lived in groups with a queen, a worker and a warrior. Much like bees. Her eyes scanned the open area they were fighting in. There had to be at least six corpses lying around. None looked like it could be a queen. Jaskier and Y/N silently cheered on Geralt. It seemed to be going well until the queen finally revealed herself. Y/N gasped as the insect-like monster silently crept up behind Yennefer. Y/N had only a second to make a decision: Geralt would be happier with Yen. Without a second thought, she threw herself down between the queen and Yen. Y/N didn’t even have time to react before the Queen slashed at her, catching her clean across the abdomen. Now aware, Yennifer quickly cut down the monster.

Ringing was all Y/N could hear. She felt arms wrap around her and lift her off the ground. How did I get onto the ground? She struggled to piece together what had happened. Looking up, she met Jaskier’s worried gaze. She watched as he mouthed “I got her” to Yennefer. Y/N lay dazed, trying to form a coherent thought. All she could manage to do was stare up at Jaskier. He then seemed to notice her.

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re okay. You’re okay”. He kept mouthing the words over and over like a prayer. “You’re okay”. “You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” All at once, sound returned. The ringing in her ears quieted and she could hear Jaskier’s voice. His voice was shaking, he was shaking. And crying? Y/N kept trying to make sense of what was happening and why her friend was so sad. And why couldn’t she lift her hand to wipe away his tears?

Feeling slowly started to seep back into her body. First, how cold her hands were. They felt like ice. Next, how wet her abdomen felt. And last, the jarring pain. Ringing returned to her ears as she gasped, crying out for Geralt. Her eyes were wild with pain, trying to take in everything around her. Geralt was nowhere to be seen; probably still fighting off the kikimore.

Seconds later, Yennefer was in her line of vision, putting pressure on her abdomen. At that moment, Y/N remembered. It all came rushing back. The grief of believing she lost her love to another woman, the panic of not knowing he was okay and the final decision to give her life so that the woman who made Geralt happy could live. Though waves of pain were washing over her and she wanted nothing more than to get up and walk away from this, she didn’t regret it.

“Why would you do that?“ Yennefer’s voice broke through her thoughts. Y/N tried to form words but the waves of agony kicked them back into her throat.

“He needs you.” She finally was able to choke out.

“What?” Yen had a genuine look of confusion cross her face.

“You make him happy. He needs you.” Y/N responded, as if it was matter of fact. Her eyes shifted back to Jaskier. Grief ripped across his features, and everything sunk in. She wasn’t walking away from this. She was going to die below ground in her best friend's arms with the woman her soulmate was in love with. She nearly laughed at how cruel it all was.

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted once more by Yennefer putting more pressure on her abdomen. Y/N couldn’t hold back the cry that left her lips. She could feel her breathing become laboured. Panic was starting to set in.

“Yen.” Y/N breathed. Yennefer’s eyes met hers.

“Yes?” She looked surprised at the determined look Y/N pulled together for her.

“You need to protect him. You need to be there for him and don’t you leave. You hear me? You cannot leave him alone. You need to be-“ a wet cough took over Y/N’s body, cutting off her words. But Yen understood. She gave Y/N a nod. At that, Y/N visibly relaxed into Jaskier’s arms.

“What about me?” He laughed through his tears. A sob left him and he gripped Y/N tighter, running his hands through her hair to comfort her.

“Jaskier… you are the very best friend anyone could have. I’m so sorry,” Y/N was once again interrupted by a cry of pain leaving her. She met his eyes once more and continued on. “Jaskier, I don’t even know what to say to you, but thank you. You have been the best big brother I could ask for. I don’t know what I did in my last life to deserve you, but I am grateful.” Y/N choked on a sob.

Jaskier bent down to clutch Y/N to his chest as tightly as he could, afraid to no longer have his best friend at his side. Y/N could feel her energy seeping away. Her life seemed to be melting away into the ground below her. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to see Geralt’s face once more. To say and hear one more “I love you”. And as if the universe answered, there he was. Standing there, staring at her like he had seen a ghost, all the colour gone from his beautiful face. His mouth dropped open just the slightest amount. A look of pure grief and pain took over his features. She watched as his eyes shifted to Jaskier who shook his head slightly. The Witcher rushed to her side, gently taking her from Jaskier’s lap and moving her to his own, cradling her head against his chest.

“No, no, this can’t be- you can’t be-“ for the first time she watched him stumble over his words. Staring up at him, she truly felt how much she loved this man. As she watched his face crumple into a cry of agony, she wanted nothing more than to take his pain with her into the afterlife.

“I told you to stay- this can’t be- but I love you…” he started rocking her back and forth with his body. She could feel herself going numb and knew it was just about time. Using the last bit of strength she had, she reached up to cradle his face.

“I love you more than anything, my dear.” She whispered the words to him while holding his gaze. He gently began shaking his head, in denial of what was happening.

“I love you too.” At that, she relaxed. She knew that he understood everything she wanted to tell him. He knew how much she loved him. Her eyes began to slip closed when Yennefer’s words drew her attention.

“No. I’m not accepting this. We can’t just sit here and let this happen. We need to get her to a healer. I can–” Y/N slipped from consciousness at that moment, not hearing another word. She didn’t hear Jaskier fold and scream, believing his best friend gone. She didn’t watch as Geralt stared wide-eyed at her body, shaking his head and whimpering “no no no” repeatedly. And she didn’t see Yennefer move towards her, summoning her magic.

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"Wait. Gimme a kiss." | tw: blood

Geralt is smiling at Jaskier.

It makes him frown, having such a soft thing directed at himself. Geralt's dimple is deep on his cheek and there's a crease on his forehead, his eyes narrowed with nothing but mirth as he looks down at him.

"Hello," his Witcher murmurs, reaching down to brush a wayward strand of hair and tuck it behind his ear. Jaskier blinks once, twice, and realizes, in an uncharacteristically calm manner, that they're lying on a plush, spacious bed — but instead of keeping to their own sides, their backs occasionally brushing, they're lying side by side, legs entangled and warm breath on Jaskier's collarbones.

It feels good.

"Hello," he says back, because how couldn't he, when Geralt's hair is mussed and his cheeks are pink with sleep, and there's an edge of warmth in his eyes, well-rested, for once. Jaskier brushes his knuckles against Geralt's cheek, just like he'd always wanted to, and feels a soft rumble coming from Geralt's chest, just like he'd always wanted to.

He also feels a stab of pain slicing through his left side, and looks up at Geralt with a pinched expression.

As if he's read his mind, Geralt takes his hand in his. "You were injured," he says, voice low and honey-sweet. "A forktail. You followed me, got too close. You're okay now."

Fuck. Jaskier swallows, his eyes searching for the tell-tale tension in Geralt's jaw, the flare of his nostrils. He finds nothing. "You— aren't you mad I followed you?"

And Geralt laughs, like Jaskier's just suggested he sell Roach and get a cow, instead. "Of course not," he says, brushing his thumb over the tiny frown knit on Jaskier's eyebrows. "I was worried for you, but not angry— never angry."

Jaskier can't help but frown again. Never angry sounds like an understatement. "And how... why—" He closes his eyes, tries to sort out his thoughts. "How long was I out?"

"Hm," Geralt considers. "Four days, give or take."

Ah. "And when... I mean, how, that is—"

"You mean to ask how we ended up here," Geralt finishes for him, gesturing between the two of them.

Jaskier feels a flush creep up his neck. "Um. Yes."

He feels a soft kiss being pressed to the crown of his head. It's dizzying.

"You kind of..." Geralt's face scrunches up in that adorable way it does when he's trying to find the right words. He looks at Jaskier. "Blurted out you loved me before passing out."

Smooth, Jaskier. "Right."

"And," Geralt continues, playing with Jaskier's fingers, "you were delirious, after. You had a fever." His face is serious, now. "You kept saying it."

Jaskier silently wishes the forktail had taken him, just to stop the embarrassment from trying to swallow him whole. But—

"Did you say it back?" He asks shyly, even though he can feel Geralt's thigh pressing against his.

Geralt smiles, wide and genuine like he's never seen it. His thigh presses harder. "I did."

Jaskier grins, giddy, and the sunlight coming through the inn's window hits Geralt in the back, shadowing his face but leaving him with a pale yellow halo around him, and Jaskier doesn't know where he ends and the warm sunlight begins, the feeling of Geralt's fingers trailing down his spine feathery and tender like nothing else. Jaskier wants to close his eyes and bask in it — in them, in the way he can hear birds singing their early morning song outside and the rhythmic sound of the cook downstairs beating meat into submission, so their lunch is warm and rich.

He can hear Geralt say something about Roach, the stables. He's not sure. Through sleep-fuzzy eyes, he can see that Geralt's already standing, pulling on a thin chemise and gathering his hair up in a bun.

"Wait," Jaskier says, his voice groggy with sleep. "Gimme a kiss, before you go."

He hasn't gotten a proper kiss since he woke up, after all.

And Geralt smiles at him, soft and loving, and Jaskier can't wait to pull more of those out of him, and he mouths of course and moves toward him, reaching out, but the more he walks, the further away he is. He doesn't seem to notice.

Jaskier frowns. "Geralt— what—"

Geralt's still smiling, but his teeth are sharp now, fangs in his mouth. They're bloody.

Jaskier's side throbs with pain.

He tries to get off the bed, but there's blood on it, now, and he can feel his limbs give out, and Geralt strides toward him, blood dripping on the floor as he reaches out for Jaskier, and chants, "Greedy thing, Jaskier, I've kissed you already, can't you feel it, can't you feel it, can't you feel it—"

Jaskier feels his bandage tear, his skin unstitching itself, and uselessly tries to shield himself with his arms. Geralt's on the bed now.

"Geralt," he tries, his voice broken with fear and dread, "Geralt, please, please, Geralt, Geralt, Geralt—"

He wakes up crying.

Yennefer looks at him, eyes tired, resting against the wall of their cell.

"Again?"

His shackles are heavier than usual.

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Can’t Tell You What I Don’t Know

pairing: geraskier - halfway established?

Warnings: ooooo baybeee geralt has some issues and would benefit from a therapist, specifically: geralt being scared of thinking about the future and not having a plan for his life, no other warnings

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“Where do you see yourself in ten-fifteen years?” 

Jaskier had asked the question dreamily, as if it were supposed to be as romantic as asking what type of desert they were going to share at a restaurant. He’d cuddled up close to Geralt, laid his head on his shoulder, and stared out the rainy window, actually expecting an answer. But Geralt had nothing. He just stared at his… friend? Boyfriend? Occasional lover?

“C’mon Geralt, humor me.”

With a shrug, Geralt gave the only answer he had, “I couldn’t tell you.”

Propping his chin on Geralt’s sternum to wink at him Jaskier practically purred, “You’ve got some weird goals then? I dig it. Lay’em on me.”

“No, not like that,” Geralt frowned, cursing himself as he felt his heart start to race, “I just don’t… have plans?”

“You don’t ever want to have your own house? Kids? Career plans?” Jaskier traced the edge of Geralt’s jaw while he spoke, a layer of concern under all of it. 

He knew it was the wrong thing to say as he said it, but Geralt spoke anyway, “I mean, none of that seems even remotely possible so why bother dreaming over something I can never have?”

Jaskier seemed genuinely shocked. He sat up, propping himself so he was almost looming over Geralt and cupping his cheek in his hand.

“You are one of the smartest, hardest working, and sexiest people I know. That’s some bullshit. What happened to that ‘have my own ranch by 40’ you told Eskel?”

“I lied,” Geralt sighed, “It’s exhausting…” when Jaskier just continued staring at him he felt compelled to muddle through an explanation, “There’s a good range of bullshit that satisfies people. Generic stuff you know?”

“And you didn’t lie to me?”

“You’d know.”

Jaskier was quiet for a long moment, searching Geralt’s face for something as Geralt did his best to fight the bitter sting at the back of his throat. 

“Why don’t you think about the future?” he whispered, brushing a thumb over Geralt’s bottom lip. 

He didn’t want to tell Jaskier, wouldn’t have told anyone else, but with tears welling in his eyes he whispered his answer, “It scares me…”

And wasn’t that an understatement? Any time he’d made plans or had an idea of how he’d like his life to go it was shattered to pieces. After a certain point, he just stopped trying. Why continue opening yourself up for failure?

Wiping away the tears running into Geralt’s hairline, Jaskier looked close to crying himself as he spoke, “Oh sweetheart... but you’ve done so well! Look how far you’ve come. What about thinking about what you want? Is that less scary?”

Geralt would have laughed if Jaskier wasn’t so tenderly caressing his face and close enough to feel each other’s breath on their faces, “I don’t know what I want. I know what people want from me.”

Tears finally spilled over Jaskier’s eyes, “I want you to be happy. That’s all I’ll ever want from you.”

“Okay… I-” Geralt took a deep breath and let it out in a little defeated huff, “Yeah okay.” 

“We can figure out what you want together, yeah?” 

Geralt barely nodded before he surged up and trapped Jaskier’s lips in a kiss. It was sweet and salty and the opposite of everything Geralt had expected from their Saturday afternoon, but as they kissed he tentatively decided he wanted Jaskier in his future. 

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A Runaway, Chapter Four

Pairing - Geralt x reader, Jaskier x reader Summary - Locked up with a familiar face at their rescue, Jaskier and Geralt try and hatch a plan to safety. Warnings - A little bit of violence. Words - 1.5K

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Aretuza had never been this busy before. Mages from all over the world, no matter how powerful or not so powerful they were, each of them were here. Other than the ones which had brought the three 'criminals' into the intuition. It was obvious that both Jaksier and Geralt knew of the girl. Though, no matter how intently Y/n had paid attention to her, there was no way of working it out for herself. And maybe, she might not live long enough for Geralt to tell her the tale.

They had all been sat in silence as they were brought to Aretuza - even Jaskier. From there, a guard took a grip over Jaskier and Geralt while Y/n was stuck with the mage whose name seemed to be known as Yennefer. "Come on, we don't have all day." The women seethed before gently pushing the girl along into the building as the other two were practically dragged inside.

And before she realised it, she felt as if she was home again. The golden palace which held as the entrance to Aretuza seeming to reminder her of home. That was before she had been forced from it as a solution to war. The hall opened up. It was grand, high ceilings, enough space for hundreds of people to dance.

It had two different hallways that, unbeknownst to Y/n, led off to two very different places. As she gathered herself in the midst of the gold and shimmer, she had barely realised that while Jaskier and Geralt were being led one way, she was being taken the other. When she finally did clock, she fought against the mage that held her. "Geralt." Her voice came out raspy. "Geralt!"

The white haired man jolted in a hurry. He snapped to run after the girl, stopped by the two guards as they held him back. Geralt knew if he pushed hard enough, he would be able to get through. But in the home of hundreds of mages, his strength was nothing compared to the chaos they possessed. And before he even realised, he was watching Y/n get dragged away with utter horror written into her pupils as Yennfer guided her down a hallway. All while he knew that he had broken his promise in keeping the girl safe.

"She'll be fine." Jaskier spoke, defeated in his tone but still attempting to be reassuring. "She knows how to handle herself." That was an understatement, Geralt thought to himself.

Y/n wasn't sure where she was being taken. A part of her didn't even want to ask. A sour expression was painted neatly into the face of the mage which led her down the hallway. "Can you tell me anything about what's going on?" The girl questioned, glancing between the women and the pathway she was leading her down.

The witch said nothing to begin with. It wasn't until Y/n was pulled into a bedroom of sorts, something of which was just as elegant and gold-painted as the hall, that the other women decided to speak. The door behind them was slammed shut and Y/n made a conscious decision to keep a good few meters between them. "I don't fully know what's going on or what's going to happen to you." She started with. "But I know they have gone to a many of lengths to retrieve you alive."

And with that said, Y/n felt a small bit of trust building between the two - even if Yennefer had been the one to kidnap them. "You don't know why?" She asked.

The other women shrugged, "Either you have something they want, information maybe. Or they want to kill you themselves."

Well that was assuring. And, with that having been said, Yennefer turned on her heals to both leave and lock Y/n in the room. But, before she had even taken a step, the girl stopper her. "What about Geralt and Jaskier?"

That question, the names which felt ever so familiar to Yennefer, had pulled both her body and mind to a complete stop. She paused for a moment before even daring to face Y/n. In the end, she still did, and it seemed that the girl was more worried over the safety of her companions than she was herself. "I can't promise their safety. But I'll do my best to try."

And with that, Yennefer hurried from the room and headed to do as she had said. Though, she wasn't sure whether it was for Y/n's sake or her own.

Unlike Y/n, Jaksier and Geralt found themselves locked into the more prison aspect of Aretuza. Alone. With one guard stood post. "You know, when I think about it, I've had a good life up until now. I guess I just have to come to peace with the fact that this is it." The bard was sat on the gritty floor of the cell, back leant against the stone wall.

"We're not going to die, Jaskier." Geralt spoke as he stood right at the edge of the cell, hand gripping at the bars which stared back at him.

The bruntte boy scoffed as he pulled himself from the floor to face Geralt. "Oh really? Need I remind you of the shitty situation we're currently in? You know surrounded by hundreds of mages of whom you betrayed for some girl!" Jaskier ranted on.

It only earnt him the snap of Geralt's head as he turned to face him. "She is not just some girl." Geralt didn't realise the words he was saying until they had slipped out of his mouth. And now they were there, right out in the open for Jaskier's ears. Now he thought about it, he was beginning to sound like the bard and the various women he sung about in his poems.

But all Jaskier did was let his expression fall as the words sunk in. Before he could conjure together some witty response, the cell door opened and creaked, letting in Yennefer. She'd barely made a step in before Geralt was demanding to know the where abouts of Y/n. "Where is she?"

"She's fine." Yennefer promised. Something of which both men weren't sure whether to believe or not. "She's safe, locked in one of the bedrooms. She was more worried about the two of you than herself to be honest." Guess that was a good thing, the two thought.

"Yen, what do they want with her?" The witcher asked as the three of them formed in a small circle.

"I don't know."

"You-" Jaskier repeated. "You don't know?"

The women huffed and glanced between the bard and the witcher. "There's only a few mages here that actually know what's going on."

"So what you're saying is you have absolutely no idea what they're planning or even if we're going to make it out alive?"

I mean, Jaskier had a point there and neither of them could deny it. "I know they're hosting some grand feast event."

"Oh and what? We're the bloody meal?" The bard questioned. He had no other reason to be here other than to be killed. At least in his eyes.

Gerlat dismissed Jaskier's comment as he tried to pull conversation back to the proper matters at hand. "Look, find out more about what's going on. From there, we'll find a way out of here." Geralt instructed the girl.

To which, Yennefer could only laugh. "What? You think you're going to escape Aretuza?" The girl queried. Geralt only stared back blankly, silently answering the question. "Geralt, you're standing in a prison. That's what it's always been. Not to mention, your surrounded by people a lot more powerful than yourself. The best way out of this is to talk your way out of it."

"Well lucky for you two, I am great at talking my way out of things." Jaskier chimed in. Unlike like the other two, he had no strength or magic and, a lot of times, was left with nothing but words. Then again, from experience, Geralt knew that had never really gotten him anywhere.

"You're not saying anything." The white-haired man spoke, scolding Jaskier like a father might have done.

Yennefer looked between the two of them as if she was analysing them. And suddenly it dawned on her. "You like her, don't you?" She realised. "Both of you." They both swallowed their words as they stared at the mage. But within their lack of words, came confirmation for Yennefer. "I'll do the best I can to find out what they're planning." But there was no promise in her words. There was no clarity or security. It was a whim, something of which Yennefer could only attempt to do. And that, in the end, might not be enough.

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Of Monsters And Men

(Season 2)

Chapter 9 - Blood And Flame

Summary: Reuniting with Yennefer after all this time apart draws you into another problem you hadn't been expecting, yet its something you'll be challenged with in ways you hadn't thought to deal with ever in your long life.

Warning: angst, blood, reader going ✨feral✨, fighting, more angst, slight fluff

Word count: 9737

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Surprised would be a severe understatement in the verbiage of your current circumstances these days. You've been in this sacred, very kind and very calming temple for not even a solid day yet and you've already managed to meet Yennefer who you weren't completely certain was even still alive.

No matter if Istredd told you of it and what happened in Aretuza with her disagreements with the Brotherhood and all that other chaotic shit she was apart of. You didn't want to give in to the hope that lingered deep within your heart that she was alive. But that was all confirmed when she showed up at random in the Temple of Melitele unannounced.

Which makes sense since she now apparently doesn't have her chaos anymore, now that was a true surprise in all honesty. Yennefer with lack of magic for the first time since she was a young farmers daughter trying to feed pigs, and though she smiles and makes good conversation so far, you know this has to be killing her inside. But you're not going to dwell on the matter, it's a waste of thought.

Instead have you chosen to leave your seating to wander the halls with her by your side, just enjoying having your old friend with you once again. You pass by a deep blue glass window, running your fingertips on the candle flames that burn from their wax castles on a metal tray near you. Just like so many others all over this giant temple, another of the hundred some candles giving light to this place when the sun goes down.

Yennefer looks to you questioningly, "So he started to talk about vampires and your family linage? Just came up to you and said all that?"

"Yeah, he did. It was weird but kind of nice to talk about my people with someone who genuinely has an unambiguous desire to learn about them. And not for the reason of hate or wanting their death."

"Hmm. He sounds pleasant enough."

"Oh he was, then he wanted me to do something."

She raises a brow, "Something?"

You let out a small laugh, "Nothing perverse thankfully. I just lifted him up, he was very excited about it."

"Oh was he now?" Chuckles Yennefer as you both pass by a plant, "I bet he's dreaming about you right now, dreaming steamy, detailed dreams. Drooling on his pillow too."

"Fuck off.." You laugh while gifting her a little nudge, "Hmm..he might be. I just hope he never goes seeking them, or if he does he's well prepared to protect himself. I'd hate to see him killed, he was kind.....which could be a bad thing in the long run for him."

Yennefer playfully nudges your arm this time, "Hmm, Geralt better count his days then, seems our vampire lover has is eyes set for my sister here. Though I doubt you'd object to some dirty activities with two handsome handsy men." She teases.

You gasp, "Excuse me my dear, but those days have long been apart of my past."

She snickers, "You ever ask Geralt? I bet he'd comply, just for one night, share you with another. Maybe even watch."

"Alright." You warn with a halfheartedly stern voice before breaking out into a smile as you push your hair back, "Fuck you're giving me dirty thoughts, I'm turning unpure in this here temple you damn heathen."

"Well you better pray for forgiveness then you sinner, sleeping with a man, unmarried in this temple and their own bed you've been gifted to have. Tisk, tisk, Y/N."

You roll your eyes at her, "I don't wanna hear it from the woman who had sex in front of more then a thousand elf skulls, multiple times. All their ancient bones and everything, right in front of those sunken in eye sockets staring at your naked arse. Disgusting, gross, disturbing even....you shameful whore."

She gasps in mock insult, "You depraved slut."

You laugh at her open mouthed face showing a mix of surprise and amusement, she then shakes her head at you while passing some more trays holding many candles. Your chuckles slowly die down after a short while as your gaze turns to linger on the burning candles dancing their flames in the darkened room.

How peaceful this growing night has become from the heaviness of the day, getting here in one piece, losing Roach to that damn flying monster. Then reuniting with Yennefer once again, things have gone slow yet incredibly fast in the past couple days but you're grateful for the quiet now. For the contempt of the sleeping temple and the scented air of spices and candles burning from their wicks, dripping hot wax down the sides and onto the metal plates holding them up.

"Did you think of me after Aedirn?" She suddenly asks, voice more softer and sincere now as you two turn a corner to walk slowly down. Past more pillars and candles alike, some plants in brass pots even while you take a moment to answer.

"From time to time." You admit as she looks over at you.

Yennefer grins softly at your truthful words, "I thought about you quite a bit too."

"That I was frightening children in my down time?"

She laughs, "No, that they were beating you with sticks." The two of you share a small chuckle at her rightfully amusing comment as you keep wandering down the opened path.

Your smiles return to neutral upon your lips as you look to the ground before setting your crimson irises to her, almost looking like that of a crestfallen young girl, "After you left Aretuza for Aedirn, things didn't feel the same like they once did, more quieter, less bright. And visiting you in Aedirn, well....I couldn't exactly linger around now could I?" You pause a moment to take a breath, "Then when we met in Rinde, gods so much time had passed I almost didn't recognize you at first..not until I smelt the air."

You laugh a little, continuing, "Well between the smells of that magical orgy and all the wine in that house. But I knew it was you."

She lets out a breathy laugh, "As soon as I heard your voice behind Geralt, I knew it was undoubtedly you."

"Yeah, and what a time that was huh?"

"It was something. Quite the family reunion."

You snicker quietly before your amusement disperses and with that so does your smile, "Yeah.." You whisper, "...Sorry for never sticking around for too long when I did come to visit in Aedirn. I know you felt more alone at times then you'd have liked, probably could have used me here and there too huh?"

She shakes her head, "Don't feel sorry, Y/N. You'd never have been happy sticking around in Aedirn, or in any royal court to begin with, and then you'd never have met Geralt."

"That's....probably true."

"See." She nudges your shoulder, "Things happen because they're supposed to sometimes."

"Were you supposed to lose your chaos?" You ask softly.

She opens her mouth to speak but hesitates a moment before swallowing, "I don't know. And I don't know how to get it back, I don't even know if it's possible to do so." She admits dismally, violet irises diverting from yours when you lock eyes for a split second though this doesn't feel awkward in the slightest. Although it's almost like she wants to say something else but refrains, you can't smell anything false from her yet, though her heartbeat picks up ever so slightly.

You push the weird feeling away to give her a small smile, "Well, if unicorns can exist. And I can exist, I believe there must be a way to fix the missing part of you. And if not, know I am here for you always." She swallows quickly before blinking and turning her less dreary face to you.

"Thank you, Y/N." Yennefer then gives you a reassuring smile in return before raising a questioning brow, "What changed your mind about Geralt claiming the girl? You seemed so certain it was a mistake back then."

You let out a gentle sigh, "Many things changed my mind along the way. You among them. I thought if you could be a mother, want to be a mother so unselfishly and with pure intent, maybe so could I? Well, try at least."

She nods at this, satisfied with your answer before crossing her arms over her chest as you both keep walking, "I ran into Jaskier." You stop and turn to listen, deeply intrigued to hear about your missing bard, knowing you want more does she continue, "In Oxenfurt. He was in some trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" You ask urgently, face dead series. What? You miss him.

"This fire fucker was after him. A mage. I don't know who he was." She shakes her head, "He was looking for information. About you and Geralt." You and Geralt? Interesting.

Your expression hardens as you think this over, brows furrowing in thought at this new highly valuable information, "He's looking for Ciri." The only logical and most probable answer of course, as you haven't pissed off any mage with a preference for fire magic recently.

"Why? What is she to him?" Yennefer takes a step closer, more curious then ever, expression a bit more urgent then you'd be comfortable to admit.

"Yen." You look at her intensely, scarlet irises flickering from her signature necklace to her face, "Your heart has been beating fast this whole time. You're nervous."

"So?" She whispers quietly, really hating how damn perceptive you are.

You give her a heartfelt look like that of a mother to her troublesome child, "Why are you here? Truly?"

She blinks, heartbeat still thudding swiftly away from within her chest, "I have some wounds that refuse to heal."

You think of a couple reasons but decide to press her for one, "You still want to have a child?"

She looks down, almost appearing to avoid your gaze, "No, it's-it's different this time."

"Well, let's hope it's different for the both of us." She looks up into your kindly scarlet irises as you give her a small smile, "I need to find Ciri." You nod respectfully before turning to the left and walking down the line of pillars and candles as she follows you at your side.

You pass a couple closed doors and a few more glass windows, just enjoying the nice little walk around the huge place before the scent of a young boys blood wafts into your sensitive nostrils, causing your pupils to constrict into two small black dots. The red in your eyes practically glowing as you stop dead in your tracks, Yennefer halting her movements as well as she looks at you strangely.

She knows that look.

"What is it?" Mutters Yennefer as she studies over your deadly concentrated face staring at a doorway, "Where's the blood?"

"Blood." You whisper faintly, hunger growing for a taste of the sweet flavor you've been chaste from for so long. Not since Sodden have you let yourself feed on the delicious natural elixir of the human vessel, what courses through thin veins under weak flesh. What is now, and shall always remain, your most mortal weakness no matter how many times you've tried to feel otherwise at the sight or smell. You cannot help the vampire in you, sometimes it's stronger then your human side in the most barbaric of ways.

You sniff, smelling the boys blood nearby down the pathway, his age, race, and fear that infuses itself into his crimson contents that lay out in the open for you to....no....Focus. He is the boy who took Ciri to the library, he is kind, he is innocent. Blinking hard do you walk quickly down the opened area between the pillars before halting once more, Yennefer doing the same as she sets her violet irises to you. Worry bubbling up inside her chest.

"Men." You tilt your head to the side, listening like a fox in a field for the hidden mice that move in the grass unseen. "Five of them."

You take off in an instant, running swiftly through the temple now, dodging past pillars and trays of candles alike as you turn a corner to be greeted by a group of men and Ciri backed against a wall with a curved wall of flames between her and the men. The long haired one in front with the burnt face that's scarring on the left throws his arms out like he means to harm her.

You're at her side in a second before he can do anything, he stops, causing the flames to simmer and die out at the misplaced confusion, expression showing clear befuddlement just as Yennefer runs into the room. He raises an intrigued brow at her, "Well, if I'd known to follow you to Oxenfurt, it would have saved me a spy mission to Kaer Morhen." Speaks the man slyly.

His men grip their weapons tighter as she walks to stand by your side, "Nice scar, shithead."

"Fire fucker?" You mutter in question at Yennefer. He sure smells like smoke and ash.

"Unfortunately, yes."

Your scarlet eyes study over the men, you let out a breath knowing how this whole interaction is about to lead, "Take Ciri. Bring her to Geralt, I'll find you afterwards."

Yennefer gives you a worrisome glance before turning and walking behind you to take Ciri by the arm, "Come on." She mutters as they quickly walk away as the men spread out a little, readying to gift some viable damage, you can hear a door close and lock in the foreground. They're safe for now and out of harms way, however you've found yourself in quite the predicament.

You steady your stance, eyes shifting from right to left as two men walk to your left side and two more walk to your right as the fire mage lingers back in the shadows. All other eyes sizing you up like a piece of meat ready for the taking, you glare at the lot of them before settling your crimson gaze to the fire mage, "You've brought them to their death." You seethe, staring daggers at his shadowed face.

The man smirks with a wicked grin upon his slender face, "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"I am."

A man on your right swings his weapon just as another on your left moves forward with dagger in hand, you swiftly dodge out of the path of the man's sword. He misses. You're quick to turn around and kick him into a table as the other three descend, the man with a dagger gets closest first. He grunts, arm swinging as he moves with intent to slash your throat.

He's not fast enough as you duck under his arm, elbowing him in the side of the head which causes him to immediately grow unconscious. Slumping to the floor like a sack of potatoes, dagger sliding out of his grasp and across the stone flooring, forgotten. The next man lands a punch to your shoulder with a quick hit of his clenched fist.

You make a face at the abrupt unexpected contact as he throws out another fist, you turn your body to the side when he punches, missing you by mere inches. His face gets close to yours from the forwardly propelled movement of his body, and the last thing he sees before getting thrown across the room is your red eyes flashing with anger like two rubies in the sunlight.

He yelps, landing in a mess of arms and legs across the stone, crashing into a brass pot that falls by his head. The next man thrusts his sword straight at your back, you can't see him do this but you can hear the sound of his limbs moving and his hot breath behind you. You step to the side just as the shimmering steel flies past your body, him with it, you quickly snatch him by his throat.

Fingers dig into his scruffy neck as he gasps, dropping his sword which makes a clang sound upon the ground. His hands immediately reach for his neck as you slowly suffocate him in your unnaturally strong grasp, something he clearly wasn't expecting. His eyes go bloodshot and glassy as he wheezes, veins popping underneath his skin as you can hear his heartbeat pound from within his chest.

His fingers claw at your arm as he struggles, you glare darkly, lifting him up higher so that he cannot touch the ground anymore. His legs kick from underneath him as he dangles, the light in his blue eyes fading with the harder you squeeze his throat. You catch movement to your left, the man you kicked into a table has woken up and is rightfully pissed about it. Fuck.

You tilt your head up at the man struggling to breath, "You really chose the wrong profession." His eyes widen as you add more pressure to your already heavy grip until you let your vampiric strength do the rest. His vertebrae cracks, tracheae and esophagus ripping and breaking from within as you fully crush his throat.

The man convulses a second as his spinal cord severs, your hand can't seem to relent until your iron grip holds so tight that blood begins to seep from out of his mouth and nostrils. When a couple red droplets land upon your skin does the pupils of your eyes constrict yet again, the delicious scent of fresh blood hitting your senses like a burst of saccharine perfume on the air.

You become like a woman thirsting in the desert after days in the hot beating sun all at once. Given a fresh icy cold glass of crystal clear water to drink, however if you give in to this heavenly temptation will someone die. And if you abstain from the drink of life, will you grow ever more wrathful and frustrated like a horny bull locked in a pen. You cannot stop this feeling as it grows.

Stupid men and their blood. Why are they even here?

You drop him instantly. He lands with a palpable thud sounding just like a wet towel smacked to the hard floor. You breath heavily just standing there like a statue, wide eyes staring at the warm blood droplets on your hand, you can't help yourself but bring the back of your hand to your lips. Licking off the delectable liquid like it's simple juice from a bleeding pomegranate in summer.

Delicious.

The man you kicked stops dead in his tracks as he watches you do this, you turn your head to look at him through narrowed eyes. Swallowing hard, you tilt your head at him, "Run." You whisper, forcing every fiber of your being to restrain yourself and stay where you are.

His confidence and valor returns to him as he scoffs, "I got payed for this, bitch."

"You didn't get paid enough."

He smirks before swinging his sword and taking a step forward, you take a step back when he swings, whole body lunging at you and right into your tight grasp that easily snatches his throat. His sword falls to the ground as you push him to the floor before releasing his neck to then sink your fangs straight into his vulnerable flesh. Your hands pin him down as he kicks and struggles underneath your strength that he cannot outmatch.

He cries out in agony as you feed, sucking out the life from his body with ease. Face growing paler by the second until something hard hits you over the back of your head, causing you to release the dying man as you tumble to the floor. Blood spurts across the stone from his ripped open jugular, leading a trail to you who's now gone, nowhere to be seen. All that's left is a puddle of blood as the hired mercenary blinks, perplexed, he could have swore you were just there. He could have been positive he just thwacked you off of his cousin with a broken piece of table.

You were just there.

The man steadies his breaths as he turns right and left and back again, making a full circle around himself but you're no where to be seen. He looks down, his cousin wheezes out his last breaths from the floor as a dark pool of blood forms around his neck. His friend lays nearby, throat bruised, swollen, and a little fucked up as he lays like a beaten dog on the floor. Eyes popped out of his sockets with lines of blood running out of his nose and the corners of his mouth.

He swallows thickly, suddenly realizing all that gold Rience paid him wasn't worth it at all. But maybe if he can kill you, whatever you are, then he'll get his friends coin and be a richer man then he came. However these thoughts diminish when a wet drop of something lands upon his cheek, then another, his brows furrow as he touches the liquid.

When he pulls his hand back can he faintly make out in the dim lighting a dark wetness coating his fingertips. Another droplet of this dark matter plops on the palm of his hand, staring at this strangeness with a puzzled expression does he slowly lift up his head to locate the source of the blood. He gasps in shock at the sight of you hanging upside down from the curved ceiling, blood all over your lips, chin, and cheeks. With eyes of glowing rubies, you hiss, baring your fangs like a nightmare come to life.

He jumps back in fright as you land upright directly in front of him like a coy vixen of death, close enough to touch now, too close for his comfort. He white knuckles the sword at his side, "Demon." Breaths out the man, terrified beyond belief as he whispers in a shaky voice, "Go to hell."

Your lips curl into a sly grin, "You first."

His arm moves up, sword heading for its mark when your lightening reflexes land a tight grasp on his forearm that halts all movement from the extremity. He freezes, breath caught in his throat as the two of you have an intense stare down while his heartbeat thunders within his chest from adrenaline and the sight of you before him.

Your grip tightens as you look into his soul, "Seems this world never fails to make a monster out of me yet. And you men never know when to stop." Your free hand reaches forward and back again in one proficient motion, the man's eyes widen as he begins to gag and choke on his own blood as it spurts out of a missing chunk of his throat.

You release his arm as he tries to cover the bleeding mess while falling to his knees as you take a step backwards. He falls forward, one hand pressing to the floor as the other attempts to stop the gushing mortal wound, he continues to gag and suffocate. A puddle forms and at last does he slump onto his side, letting it happen when a piece of his own trachea lands right in front of his face. Then he's gone, eyes staring vacantly at nothing but the wall.

You take a step back, shaking your head as you blink hard a couple times, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You shout, holding your blood coated hands up to see the damage you've done. Your eyes trail from your hands to the floor where his other two friends lay now, both clearly deceased, better place then this.

Suddenly you hear the sounds of the last mercenary to your right, he's by the pillar, you watch as he slowly stands before turning around and freezing. He glances from his unmoving and bloody companions to your blood coated cheeks and lips. He appears rather disturbed by this, disgusted even, you've seen these reactions all before.

Yet he takes a step forward in spite of his fear, picking up a fallen sword on the way before standing ready to kill. You smell something burning and turn your head to witness as the fire mage reaches the door both Yennefer and Ciri went into. He's trying to fucking burn it down! You turn to the man with the sword and scowl, "I don't have time for this." He will die if he means to even dare lay a single finger upon Ciri, or help aid in her pain.

He yells out before charging you anyways, sword swinging past your face as you step out of the way faster then he'd ever been anticipating. You practically moved in a blur; he whips around and swings again to only miss, sword kissing the open air as you casually walk over to pick up a fallen dagger. It's old and worn down yet a decent weapon that will do just as you need it to.

With dagger in your right hand do you square up with the man, standing a short distance away as he eyes you dangerously, rage flashing over his heated gaze. He growls before taking a single step forward with clear intention of rushing you, however, a dagger plant's itself right in the center of his forehead. Thus causing him to stop immediately in place as his eyes roll into the back of his head, a single trickle of blood seeping out of the bottom of the impaled dagger.

He goes limp, falling to his knees before slumping over onto the stone flooring right next to the man with a crushed windpipe, among other things. You take a breath before returning your undivided attention to the fire mage currently releasing his flames to the poor wooden door. And who's most certainly scaring the shit out of Ciri, and fucking Yennefer can't do a thing about it.

Although his aggressive assault of flames are halted when you've practically teleported to his side, snatching him by his hair and yanking back like you're some dirty fighter in a tavern brawl. The scar faced man yelps in surprise at the abrupt intrusion and the pain of your swift attack. He's on the ground before he can even blink with you kneeling above him, one hand around his neck and the other grasping his wrist.

He swallows thickly at the uncomfortable sensation of your hand pressing into his windpipe, still wet with the blood of his hired mercenaries. Yet the man below you smiles wickedly anyhow, "Aren't you a deadly thing?" He rasps as your grip tightens around his vulnerable throat, "Ah, ah, ah....I've got you too."

Your chest warms when he presses his free fingers to it, eliciting just enough heat to make it sting, and to force to you to lessen your grip on his neck. You grimace, face growing threateningly closer, "Fuck. You."

He raises his brows, enjoying this even with your grasp speaking death to him, his eyes never leave yours, "Beautiful as you are dangerous, no matter the mess upon your cheeks." He shamelessly flirts, keeping his glowing hot fingers to you still, "I never realized how much of a problem you'd become, regretfully I should have known better. But of course the heir to the Blood Throne could rip apart a couple mercenaries with ease."

"And what now dumbfuck?"

"Maybe we kill each other. Maybe we run away together?"

You scowl furiously, "Maybe I rip out your jugular."

"Not while my hand is here." You feel the heat grow as he smirks up at you with that coy fucked up face of his. He could be rather handsome if not for the gnarly burn scars and his unwashed hair.....maybe better personality, and life choices.

Your hard expression slowly turns into a closed lipped grin before breaking into a fangy smile that puts him on edge. Then in an instant have you released both grips from his neck and wrist to dodge to the side when he emits a ball of flame from his hand and into the door. He swiftly turns his sights to you only to be greeted with a clawed slash to the other side of his face, opposite to the burn scar. Another mark to show his battles with the wrong people.

The force of your violent attack sends him tumbling down the pathway past some pillars. When he stops sliding does he quickly get to his knees, hand holding over his bleeding face where three thin long lines stretch from his right ear, across his cheek, and over his lips to the end of his jaw and chin. A wound that will most certainly scar when it heals, a personal brand you've just given him.

He glares at you with hatred in his eyes as you take a threatening step forward to finish the job when suddenly he stands just as a distorted cloud of black smoke consumes him and he's gone. Portaling elsewhere like a goddamn coward. You hear footsteps and feel enchantment behind you as you turn around to watch as Ciri walks through a portal of distorted silvery colors.

"Ciri." You call after her though she's already through.

Your brows furrow as you lock onto the back of Yennefer who turns to see you looking at her through a spot in the melted door. And in this moment you know she means to follow by the look upon her face. Heart growing with confusion do you give her a puzzled look, "Yen. Stop." You affirm softly, unsure what's even happening right now or why they'd leave so suddenly with the fighting done.

She gives you an abiding last glance that marks regret and discouragement as she hesitates a moment, "I wish I could." Says Yennefer apologetically before breaking focus with you to turn around and walk through the portal without another word. Your lips part in dismay as the portal disappears into nothingness, leaving you alone in a room full of dead men and a singed door.

You take a step back, still breathing heavily, mind drawing a solid blank slate as you try and think of a reason for her to have just done this. She has never done anything so outwardly traitorous before, she never has ever once completed something so mysteriously selfish, never with something you have spoken of to care so much about.

You almost can't even believe it to be truth, she's gone....and Ciri is with her. The child you have been sworn by destiny itself to protect, the girl that you have grown to cherish and love more then you ever thought you could. A brewing anger flickers like a sparked match deep within your chest the longer you stand in the quiet gloom of the large temple. Broken and splattered in the blood of dead men with dark hearts.

You swallow thickly when the sounds of footsteps running down the hallway makes it to your ears. Your eyes shift up to land upon the burned hole in the door when the footsteps grow closer now until Geralt steps a few feet off to your right. He says not a word for a couple of seconds before resting his perplexed gaze upon you, "Y/N what happened?" He asks, clear confusion in his voice.

Your fists clench as your head bows in shame for the loss of Ciri and the conflicted feelings now towards Yennefer whom you thought you could trust. Feeling betrayed and defeated do you sigh, "I lost her Geralt, I fucking lost her." You whisper, deeply ashamed and brimming with fury that you can just barely speak of it. You can't understand, it doesn't make sense.

"Lost who?" He takes a step closer, "Y/N. Look at me. Tell me what happened?"

You lift your head to stare daggers at the wall from where they just left, "Yennefer told me she was hunted by a fire mage looking for us. Apparently he found what he was searching for, brought a couple friends with him too. Clearly."

"Yennefer was here?" Geralt glances from the singed door to you staring furiously at it, "Y/N. What happened? My love, help me understand."

You turn to look at him, face undoubtedly a blood smeared mess, "I killed his men. I couldn't get to him fast enough, he drew a portal to elsewhere." You huff in frustration, "Then fucking Yennefer and Ciri just walk through a goddamn portal themselves right in front of my eyes."

"They what?" He says in disbelief.

You purse your lips together in discontent, "You heard what I said." He gives you a look as you walk over to him, "We have a new problem now and unfortunately I trusted my heart more then my head, so my assumptions were right after all. And like an idiot did I ignore them."

"What assumptions?" He shakes his head, "Y/N what the fuck just happened? You said Yennefer was here, and a fire mage and..."

"Yes, and she showed up and I didn't know what for, she told me it was to heal and I didn't believe her but didn't press the matter, then she tells me of the fire mage who was after her. Asking about us." You throw a hand to the door, "The fucking psychopath who did that. But he was actually after Ciri."

You take a breath, blinking hard as you process your thoughts, "I think...I know, Yennefer needs Ciri for something too. I just don't know what or why? I didn't think she would betray me like this, I don't understand why she would do this disappearing act to begin with but I have a strong suspicion as to why."

"Why?" Asks Geralt, "What do you think would make her leave like this?"

"She lost her chaos." Geralt's hardened expression turns to a surprised understanding as you continue, "I feel that may be why she took Ciri with her. I just....I can't figure out why or how Ciri would be involved in any of her shit."

He sighs, expression thoughtful as he ponders his mind a moment, "Do you know where she would have gone?"

"No idea."

You then get a thought which causes you to part from Geralt, walking around him and over to the man with the missing jugular to search his corpse does Geralt watch you do this. Kneeling down do you look around the dead mans attire for something significant to give you an understanding into who and where he came from. Anything valuable really.

You lift up his hand just as Nenneke cautiously steps into the fucked up space that's going to need a deep cleaning, maybe even a prayer said, probably way more then that. She doesn't say a word due to her shock and processing mind but watch as you stick your hand inside the dead man's pocket before pulling out a coin and inspecting it carefully.

"Redanian crowns." You whisper in thought as Geralt steps closer to you, observing the coin as well. In Redania, but why there?

Nenneke looks from you to the bodies and the broken table, a more distraught expression crossing her features the longer she stares, "Melitele, I have failed you." She speaks solemnly and with a great bout of shame as she speaks her apologies to her goddess.

You look at her from over your shoulder, "Forgive me. These men were after Ciri." You let out a sigh before standing up and turning to fully focus upon her, "Our weapons?" Nenneke does not move, she does not change her stoic face as she stares at you, taking in your disheveled sight. So much blood.

With anger catching the wick within your heart do you clench your fists, taking a threatening step forward just as Geralt catches you by the wrist. Your scarlet irises are on him in a second though he is unafraid of your motherly wrath that glows bright in the shadowed dull blue light coming in from the stained glass windows.

Your expression softens as he gives you a nod before letting go and walking past you to meet eyes with Nenneke, "We need to find her." He says as she clasps her hands together, tilting her head up to look at him better.

"You need to let me help your dearly beloved over there." She affirms with a gentle voice brimming with deep concern that causes Geralt's brows to furrow, she touches his hands, "Y/N is in pain, let me help her first."

Geralt purses his lips together, "She's not safe to be around." He says quietly.

Nenneke gifts him a warm-hearted grin, "Has that ever stopped me before?" Geralt's head bows, golden eyes flickering from her dark irises to the floor splattered with blood. She lets go of his hands to step aside and slowly walk herself closer to you.

You couldn't even focus enough to pick up on whatever whispered secrets they were just discussing, you feel so full of frustration and hatred and hunger and sadness. Your fists clench so tight they could draw blood, breaths flowing in and out of you heavily from the fight and the rise in your nerves. You want to tear the temple apart and scream until there is nothing left of your throat.

You blink and Nenneke is a couple feet away, aurora gentle and calm as a spring morning while she sets her wise gaze to you and all your mess of blood and body that you are. A right feral thing to gaze upon. She takes a step closer anyways, "Y/N. Breath my child, focus on my voice and know peace."

Your jaw clenches as she takes another step closer, knuckles whitening, "I cannot feel peace. You cannot give it to me."

"Why does your lips speak this to me my dear princess?"

"Because I have failed and been deceived by my sister....at least I thought she was." You whisper, irritation clear in your voice, "I was blinded by my heart."

Nenneke stands inches from you now, expression kindly and soft, "Do you believe it is with malice?"

You swallow thickly, crimson eyes darting from hers to the wall and back to her again, "No."

She grins serenely, "Then bring yourself down from this rage inside, do not let it fuel you and let the flame of hate corrupt your heart." She reaches up to push a fallen piece of hair out of your eyes, "My dear Y/N, return to us from the shadows, set aside your darkness that killed these men so I may bring you into the light. Be human again, be part of our world that loves you so."

You take in a shaky breath, closing your eyes tightly as she sets her hands upon your shoulders, whispering to you, "Feel your breath flowing in and out of you now, remember your time at peace, remember the sunlight on your skin, the taste of bread in your mouth. Laughter and joy, remember you are loved and will always be loved. Come back to us from your pain, come back to us from your hate. Push away the monster inside you now, tame her bitterness and maleficence, you are Y/N."

Taking another shaky breath does your fists slowly unclench as you begin to relax, causing the Redanian crown to fall from your weakened grasp and cling when it hits the floor. Your face contorts like you mean to cry, fighting within yourself to keep in control and collect your bearings instead of screaming out or letting the tears fall. Your face slowly relaxes once again into a more neutral expression as you find your calmed breaths.

Opening your eyes of scarlet do they face Nenneke's dark ones, she watches as the constricted pupils of your eyes instantaneously dilate into what is conventionally normal for you. Eyes that are not ready to cause violence or let blood splatter against her temple walls, she knows inside you are now letting your more human side shine. And she is pleased with your resilience and heart.

Her smile grows as you breath, heartbeat calming the longer she holds your gaze, "Good, good, be at peace with yourself my dear. Easy now, let the hatred out with the breath, very good Y/N." She whispers proudly, giving your shoulders a delicate squeeze before pulling away and taking a step back as you fully calm.

Geralt watches from the center of the room with great surprise and relief, until now he's the only person alive who's ever been able to calm you down completely after going into a rage with bloodlust. It's not often this happens to you, but when it does can the results be tragic or at the very least incredibly messy. Either way, he's grateful to have Nenneke here to keep your wits about you.

Her gentle eyes look up into yours, "How did it break?" She asks, referring to the magical ball with the small links of chain attached to it, the very thing Ciri was holding hours before.

You glance down at the cracked object on the floor, "She does that to things." You reply before stepping aside to walk over to Geralt.

Nenneke nods, turning around to face you two, "If what you say about that girls power is true." You stop and turn around to give her your attention, she continues with an almost eluded gaze that flickers with sympathy, "You can't help her."

You immediately turn your back to Nenneke, "I'll find my own weapon."

"What I mean is," You stop to listen as she looks at your back, "Ciri needs more than you can give her now." She locks eyes with Geralt, "More than the both of you."

"I swore to protect her." He says, frustration clear in his voice, "Nenneke, I will not sit back and wait for something worse then a rouge mage and his agenda to happen to her. Neither of us will."

She sighs, eyes darting from him to the back of you, "Do you truly believe Yennefer means to harm the girl?"

You look at her from over your shoulder, "I wish Yennefer knew of the balance you spoke of." You can't help but turn around to face her fully now, expression serious and embittered, "More than you know, I wish it. But despite my feelings that kept my hope and love for so long, I learned my lessons about Yennefer and wishes. I know all this now, clearer then before."

"Sometimes, we assume the worst because we fear to hope."

You scoff before turning to walk away once again, Geralt right with you yet Nenneke persists, "How...can I help you? How can I help you? The both of you?"

You stop as Geralt does first, himself turning to face Nenneke just as yours does the same. He gives you a mutual look before setting his gaze to Nenneke, "We need you to open a portal." ——

Stepping over a mud puddle does your boots press into dirt and flattened bits of fish skins thrown out of someones window just above you, how long ago you have not a clue, nor do you care. All you care about is keeping your hood down low enough so that the upper half of your face is shadowed by the hood of your cloak from anyone taking notice of your crimson irises. The last thing you need right now is to be stopped and questioned by the goddamn people of Oxenfurt or Redanian soldiers.

Both who are not so particularly fond of elves or anyone not human to begin with. But luckily you were able to get your clothing cleaned before setting out on this newest adventure, seems magic does have its perks after all.

A couple children run past you, causing your cloak to sway against your legs at how close they were to you. Their laughter breaks the bustling air of a hundred voices all flowing together at once, besides that and the sounds of livestock, doors opening and closing and everything else.

While passing by a window does your nostrils gather in the scent of blood once more; elf, male, bleeding out of a hidden wound to his right thigh. You cough, trying to thrust the scent out of your senses before quickly covering your nose and mouth with the palm of your hand. Geralt takes immediate notice of this and swiftly takes your arm, leading you past a couple merchants until he turns you both down an alley.

His strong grasp loosens before his hands press you up against the back wall of some wooden house, "Control yourself, Y/N." Urges Geralt calmly, golden eyes flickering across your face.

Your eyes shut tightly before opening up to find his, you remove your hand from your lips, "That was me controlling myself. Might I remind you how much this fucking place reeks, I feel like I'm going to go insane from everything....too loud, too putrid the scents, too many people..."

His expression softens as he takes the sides of your face within his hands, "Then just focus on me. Just me." Whispers Geralt, "It's just me and you right now. No one else, nothing."

You release a slow breath, gaze lingering onto Geralt's as you find your focus. Feeling his gloved hands upon your skin, his hot breath against your face, his scent you've loved since the moment you met him long ago. You touch your hands to his, bringing his hands away from your face to hold them, "Okay. I'm okay, I'm in control." You then give his hands a light squeeze, "Thank you."

Geralt gifts you a handsome grin in return, "There's my Y/N." He muses, "Now when we go back out there, try not to piss anyone off or scare them. All we need to do is find Jaskier."

You scoff, "Right. How hard can it be? Find a bard in Oxenfurt in this shitfuck of a town, I'll certainly do my best."

He presses a gentle hand to your shoulder before giving it a light squeeze, "Be nice. We need to find him." You give him a loathed look to behold, he knows how much you hate traveling through bigger towns and kingdoms alike due to the certain aromas and people produced. Things he can't smell nor hear half as well as you can, he can only try to imagine the stench and great annoyance of the Redanian people.

At the face you give him does Geralt throw you a warning look, "Y/N."

"I'm nice, I can be the kindest fuck you've ever seen in your life."

He snickers a little at that, "I know you can. Now come, let's find what we can and see if there's a  trail leading us to our bard." You roll your eyes just as he swiftly steals a kiss upon your lips before pulling away and heading out of the alley.

When he's made his way into the opened path of the street do you reach his side, "The fuck was that?" You half-hardheartedly interrogate.

Geralt shrugs with a small smile upon his lips, "Just looked as though you needed it."

Shaking your head at him do you look away, "Yeah....well....shut up." Geralt simply chuckles to himself at your semi-flustered reaction to being randomly kissed by him like you two are new lovers traveling for the very first time.

But you'd be a damn fool to say you didn't enjoy it, it's truly the little moments that get you so much.

You soon pass by a couple men chopping up blooded chunks of lamb, a cart full of blankets of all colors of the rainbow, a woman reprimanding a cat in the street, and more people just walking around getting to wherever they need to go. Your gaze trails over the alleys as you pass, ears listening for gossip or the sounds of a lute gifting her spirit of song to the masses. But you hear nothing, see nothing relating to Jaskier at all.

Turning a corner lets your inquisitive gaze lock onto a few whores standing off to the side of the street, somewhere in between heckling and showing provocation for whoever passes by. You give the side of Geralt a nudge, "Idea."

"What?"

"Them." His eyes scan ahead to find a pencil thin whore sweet talking some old man who appears like he'd rather be smacked by a fish then do whatever this woman has just suggested.

"You think they'd know where he is?"

"It's worth a try isn't it?"

Geralt hums, "Fine. You ask."

"Why me?"

"Because you gave the suggestion first."

You give Geralt a hooded look, "Coward."

He makes a puzzled expression, "Y/N.."

You raise a hand, "Speak less." You then give him a wink, "Watch and learn a true seductress perform. If I don't know where Jaskier is after this you may need to pull them off of me."

He simply rolls his eyes at you, though a humored grin remains anyhow, "Sure, sure. And if they don't know where he is, or they happen to be immune to your seduction, what then?"

"What then you ask? Oh you silly man, they will tell me one way or another."

"And if they don't legitimately know, hmm? What then?"

You stop near a stall selling honey and cheeses, expression thoughtful, "I'll figure it out. Just stop questioning me you craven so I can talk to the scary big breasted women who'd love nothing more then to get you into any position that their wicked hearts desire."

"Alright." He crosses his arms over his chest, "Just find out if.."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jaskier." You mutter in a mockingly Geralt voice, taking a step away from him, "Right, the bard you left alone on the mountain. Remember that?"

He gives you a look, "So did you."

Stopping in the middle of the muddy street do you give him a look, "So did you." Speaking mockingly yet again in his low tone of voice before resting a hand on your hip and turning around, "Fuck off." You sass with a flick of your hand like he's some common peasant boy.

Geralt snorts at your dramatics anyhow, watching as you saunter across the street towards the whores attempting to pick up random strangers going about their business. While getting closer to a fair skinned woman with lavender hair can you pick up the potent scent of all four lined against the wall. Baths? Who needs them? You force yourself to continue onward anyways.

Hood still up and shadowing your eyes can you soon catch the sight of the lavender haired woman with a plethora of cleavage you hadn't cared to notice until now, it's hard not to, there's just so much of it. Way more then you possess that's for damn sure. Her dark eyes soon land upon you casually walking closer to her, a brilliant grin making it's way onto her admittedly beautiful features. No matter the dirt smudges on her cheeks....and her smell.

She raises an intrigued brow, flicking a piece of hair off of her shoulder, "Now what's this?" She says slyly, deeply interested in this hooded mystery woman walking over to her now.

Your smirk is witnessed under the dark hood, "Have I caught your eye, or have you caught mine?" You question with a cunning voice that sends shivers down her spine.

She tilts her head at you still hooded and ever a mystery, "Hmm. Yet to be determined. May I see this foxy traveler finding herself in my presence?"

"If you ask nicely."

She giggles to herself, folding an arm underneath her breasts as she waves you off with her other hand, "Oh you sly thing. Very well, may I see your face I am just dying to catch in the sunlight this fine day?"

"You may."

She bites her lip as you give her a small bow of your head, hands reaching up to slowly pull your hood back until two brilliant eyes of shimmering rubies stare back at her. Paired with a face that could make both men and women fall to their knees begging for more, for just a night with you're exquisite vessel. She's never seen anyone so beautiful in her entire life.

"My, my, my, you are just as your voice reveals to be." She marvels, mouth slightly parted in awe.

"And how is that?"

"As alluring as the first flower of spring." She says before gifting you a coy smirk, "Not an elf, and certainly not a human such as myself. Are you a nymph?"

"Not a nymph. But someone lucky enough to have blessed my eyes upon your angelic body." Butter her up, that's it. You give her a fangy smirk, "And a fine day it is, much finer now."

She bites her lower lip, "I don't care what you are, I can be whatever you'd like. Names Olenna, but I'll let you call me Enna, all my friends do."

"Well Enna, may I ask you something?"

She instantly nods, "Anything."

You take a step closer just slightly into her personal space though she doesn't mind this new close proximity at all, not even when you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "Just a small question, nothing much at all. And I believe you may have my answer."

"I could." She whispers, completely entranced by your radiance, "I know many things, many many things um..uhh."

You give her a little smile, "It's Sivyra."

"oh. Sivyra."She repeats, "What a beautiful name."

"My father gave it to me, it means great wind in my peoples mother tongue." You whisper, gently and provocatively emphasizing on the ending word, creating a lasting thought in her mind that sends a shiver down her spine once again. So easily she falls for you, it's almost pathetic but honestly at this point you're having too much fun.

Her dark eyes quickly flicker from your lips to your scarlet eyes, "Sivyra?"

"Yes?"

"What is it you wanted to ask of me?"

"Right. Smart thing you are, aren't you?" She giggles when you gift her a wink, "Now, I want to know if you've got any idea as to where any bards may be hiding their talents in a place like this?"

"A bard?" Her brows furrow at this, "What would you want a bard for?"

You gently caress the side of her cheek to draw her confusion back to you, "Because I myself am quite fond of the arts, music in particular, and I don't just spend a night with anyone without the sounds of a tuned melody in the air."

She stares at you in awe, "oh."

"Yes. So my dear Enna, what does that inquiring mind of yours have for me? Do you truly know a thing or two about the happenings of Oxenfurt or will I have to ask one of your friends?"

Her eyes flicker from the other whores then back to you, she quickly shakes her head, "No, no, I know of a bard."

"Hmm, do tell."

She smiles, "The Sandpiper is his name, he's a marvel I tell you, knows how to strum a lute and what a voice. You could do as you'd please listening to him all night...do anything really...anything at all." Her hand moves to touch your hair when your grasp is quick to stop her, she gasps, nerves sparking with excitement at your strong touch. Heartbeat picking up when you giver her a teasingly warning look.

"The Sandpiper you say? And where can we find him now?"

"Now that, that will cost you." Says Enna, gaining her confidence back, and by the way that her eyes flicker with mischief can you tell she knows something you don't.

You raise a brow at her, "Cost me hmm? Seems you know of something highly valuable to me, speak of it you coy vixen or lest your time with me this night will be all that more feverish."

Enna bites her bottom lip at your alluring words, batting her lashes at you like a rosy cheeked maiden, "As you wish, m'lady." She drawls, "The Sandpiper, he won't be singing any longer for us if you can't somehow manage to pay off the guards holding him prisoner." Finally.

"Prisoner? So our lovely bards in a cell as we speak, now this is troubling news." You make a disappointed face to further sell your part, "So it would seem I must be the one between the two of us to pay this debt, for I refuse to have a night spent with as glorious a woman as you with lack of music. A tragic thing that would be, a dreadful thing even."

Enna grins brightly, "I can take you to him."

"You can? How splendid." You let go of her arm before taking a step back, "Lead the way my dear." She giggles, pressing a hand over her heart as she picks up a piece of her long semi-dirty dress that looks as though she stole it from a talented seamstress.

Enna gives you a playful little curtsy, "Follow me." Her grin never falters as she turns to swagger past her fellow whores with you following behind her. As she walks ahead speaking about something you don't truly care about do you turn your sights to a deeply astounded Geralt still standing by the honey stand.

You nod your head in the direction of the babbling whore, mouthing from across the street, "Come on." He shakes his head at you before taking a step to walk, soon following you and the whore down the streets of Oxenfurt from a safe unassuming distance.

Oh you are quite the marvel indeed, thinks Geralt as he watches you go, and all his.

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[jaskiersvalley]

Witchers didn't have daemons, that was a known fact. They were terrifying in their solitude, unfeeling and unaffected. Monsters made to fight monsters, they didn't need part of their soul for that. What the general public didn't know though was that the daemons weren't imprisoned somewhere, nor were they dead. The mages had figured out a way to separate daemon from child and force it into the most unnatural of shapes, another human. It meant two Witchers from a single child and the best part was, neither child nor daemon felt any connection to their counterpart once the process of the trials was complete.

In an effort to make sure full separation was certain and not even a sentimental link remained, daemons and children were separated and trained in different schools. Lambert had arrived at Kaer Morhen, still tripping over unfamiliar human feet and seething at being separated from his human. Over the years he tried to remember his human but, like all Witchers, they were given new names when they got their medallions and Lambert didn't think Luca still went by that name, nor would he be the scrawny kid Lambert remembered him as.

Whenever Lambert met another Witcher, he couldn't help but wonder whether it was his Luca that he was meeting. Though he wanted to believe that there would be a spark some kind of recognition there. He had been a little relieved when he met Letho and there was nothing there between them.

Of course Geralt had to be the first one to find his daemon. The smug bastard had found a bard who told people his daemon was a flea which was just like him; unnoticeable until he causes a nuisance. Most pitied him but Geralt had seen through the charade. He watched the bard without a daemon, curiosity and caution allowed him to permit Jaskier to tag along. The story tumbled out eventually.

"My great grandparents bought me. I was some kind of freak novelty some merchants were selling."

That was all Geralt had needed to hear and he was all but dragging Jaskier back to Kaer Morhen in the winter. Nobody had expected Vesemir's face to close off completely.

"I remember you!" Jaskier said in way of greeting. "You were a dick."

"Julian." The reply was terse and tight.

Lambert got a front view seat to seeing Geralt's face flit through more emotions in one second than he usually did in a whole year. The embrace was tight, Geralt's nose buried in Jaskier's hair.

Jealousy trickled through Lambert's veins. For all he knew, his human was already a dead Witcher. There was no link between Witcher and daemon, the trials severed it all completely so when one died, the other didn't even notice, let alone die from it.

"Why isn't he a Witcher?" Eskel asked, eyes glued to the happy reunion.

"Kaer Morhen needed money. Your cohort, the daemons didn't become Witchers. We sold them to the highest bigger."

Lambert didn't expect Eskel to punch Vesemir across the jaw but he was sure as shit glad he saw it. It meant he didn't need to do it on behalf of Geralt and Eskel. For the first time though, Lambert had an optimistic thought.

"It might mean he's living a happy life somewhere. I mean, look at Jaskier. He's had it better than us."

That was a topic that came up repeatedly over the next few weeks. They dreamed up all sorts of fancy lives Eskel's daemon could have lived, the wonders he would have seen. Through it all, Lambert bitterly wished his daemon could have been anything but a Witcher. Alas, Vesemir rapidly disillusioned him from that idea.

"He's become a Witcher, probably dead by now. And if you met him, you'd probably wish he was."

"Is that so?" Lambert drawled, emptying his tankard with a disappointed sigh. He couldn't believe it was empty again.

"You suffered the same shit fate I did. Your human was trained by Cats. Guxart turned into an utter dick."

The words were muttered darkly and Lambert tried not to take it to heart how much hatred Vesemir oozed. It made him all that much more determined to not go the same way as the bitter old man. Instead, he turned to Geralt with a leer. "So, is it gay or is it masturbation to want to get off with your own daemon?"

To say the table erupted in uproar was an understatement. Geralt was scowling somewhat fierce, arms crossed over his chest in protest. It only egged Lambert on further.

"I think it's incest," he declared with a shit eating grin. "Technically it's part of your family because you have the same parents."

"It's masturbation at most." Geralt was growling and glowering. "Because the daemon was still part of you."

Through it all, Eskel stayed rather quiet. It was only when the other two looked to him for opinion that he leaned forward, propping himself up on the table with a serious crease to his brows.

"I think-" the words were low and measured, "-that as long as everyone involved consents, it's fucking hot is what it is."

"The only thing it is," Vesemir finally butted in, "is a disaster waiting to happen. You don't want to meet your counterparts. Trust me."

Except that only made Lambert all the more keen. He wanted to both prove Vesemir wrong and also have what Geralt and Jaskier seemed to be hurtling towards. So, come spring, he set out with the intent of fulfilling one contract only. It was one that he would pay himself for in emotional fulfilment. He was going to find every Cat he could until he found Luca.

He met Gaetan along his travels who laughed in his face and said he was much more into snakes than wolves. That was an encounter Lambert was more than eager to cut short because he did not want to think about how Letho and Gaetan were oddly complementary. It was also another jolt of bitter jealousy, another Witcher and daemon had been reunited while he was still out there looking for his own. Assuming Luca had survived.

Meeting Guxart was a bit of an accident and Lambert wished he'd not encountered the old Cat. He growled and hissed about his stupid daemon who would probably have turned into a useless pigeon if left alone. There was obviously no love lost between them and Lambert desperately hoped he wasn't going to have the same fate.

Third time lucky, as the saying went. Lambert had trailed the new Cat for a few days, learning his habits and watching him work. There was no ounce of recognition or familiarity. But then again, the last time Lambert saw Luca, they were being dragged away from each other, foreign hands on his rapidly shifting body so his eyes could barely adjust enough to see the screaming, tear filled face of his human. It was quite possibly the worst last image he could have had of Luca.

Satisfied that the Cat wasn't someone Lambert wouldn't want to associate with, he approached in the evening when the campfire was still bright but slowly settling.

"I was wondering when my shadow would make himself known," the Cat said easily enough, barely glancing up from where he was whittling something.

The last two times Lambert had tried to be careful with exploring the idea of the Cat Witcher being his human. He was tired and cut straight to the point.

"Luca?"

By the fire the man froze. It was only luck that meant Lambert could hear the shuddering exhales of someone trying to keep up the façade of calm and collected. Finally, the man set his carving aside and stood with an easy smile that felt like a thousand lies.

"I go by Aiden." It wasn't a reply and Lambert knew it.

"I don't remember my name," he admitted softly, desperately hoping he wasn't about to make an utter tit of himself. "People call me Lambert. But I'm looking for my Luca."

He didn't expect to suddenly have an armful of Witcher clinging to him like their very lives depended on it.

"It's really you!" Aiden sounded close to tears. "You never did have a single name, usually going by Idiot, Pain In The Butt, Menace and so many other equally flattering names."

"Guess that never changed," Lambert laughed wetly. He held Aiden close, wishing he could feel as he used to when they were connected. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

It was just that start of something Lambert never thought he'd have. Easy companionship, shared disdain for the whole Witcher thing, stories upon stories of contracts gone well, gone wrong, or just plain gone. By the time winter rolled round, Lambert was firmly of the opinion that he and Aiden would travel together, fuck the Path and all the teachings about it being lonely. If Geralt could have his bard then they sure as hell could have each other.

Getting to Kaer Morhen, Lambert gleefully had an arm slung around Aiden's shoulder, introducing him to the rest of his family. He especially delighted in the flaring of Vesemir's nostrils as he took in the situation.

"Cats and Wolves don't mix. You of all people should know that."

"And you should know it's my life's mission to prove you wrong, old man," Lambert shot back.

Perhaps the most curious part of the whole winter was that Geralt was already back with not one, but two guests. Jaskier was a known quantity and Lambert greeted him warmly. The other though was a near silent man who watched them through eyes that looked way too old for his body.

"This is Cahir," Geralt said when the man didn't even introduce himself. "We'd heard rumours of a Nilfgaardian without a daemon and went to investigate."

"Not a Nilfgaardian," Cahir grumbled with a half-hearted glare.

It took Lambert a moment to figure out just why Geralt would bring such a man back before his eyes widened in delighted realisation.

"You think that-"

"Mhm."

That was the extent of their conversation because Lambert was cackling in delight. He looked Cahir over with a newfound interest. Young, like Jaskier but so very different in behaviour. As much as they'd wondered about Eskel's daemon's fate, this wasn't one they'd predicted.

Three days later Eskel was leading Scorpion into Kaer Morhen's courtyard. Lambert and Aiden were all but bouncing with excitement, not wanting to miss the moment Eskel met his daemon. In their opinion Geralt was drawing things out and making it less fun by not having them all meet in the stables. Instead, Eskel was allowed to venture into the kitchen in the company of Lambert and Aiden who were vibrating in anticipation.

"Eskel," Geralt greeted him with a warm hug. Jaskier and Cahir were behind him, even Vesemir had ventured out to see what the outcome would be. "It's good to have you home. Allow me to introduce you to Cahir."

The two looked at each other with guarded gazes and Eskel gave a terse nod. It was as anticlimactic as fuck. No recognition, not interest, nothing. Just a slow once over which, if Lambert had thought about it, was pretty much a mirror image of each other, equally considering and closed off.

Despondent, he dragged Aiden off, helping lay the table for a shared meal. Vesemir was quick to follow, there was no way to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved by the lack of drama. Geralt and Jaskier wandered out, oddly deflated. Not two seconds later there was an almighty crash from the kitchen and they were all racing back. Only to turn right around and flee after a glimpse of Cahir pinning Eskel to a wall and kissing him like Eskel was the last gasp of air for a drowning man.

"So, are they?" Jaskier asked, glancing towards the kitchen. Something else crashed and thumped but it was best not to investigate.

After a moment it was Vesemir who tiredly said, "Does it matter? It doesn't seem like they much care."

All in all, Lambert didn't think he cared either. Cahir and Eskel seemed happy enough in their new acquaintanceship, trying to figure out their past could wait, if they even wanted to explore it. Though Lambert had a hard time imagining Cahir as a goat. Over the years he'd heard Eskel lament enough about how his daemon preferred to take the form of a goat.

Regret came the next morning at breakfast when Eskel and Cahir appeared at the table, seemingly indifferent. If the rest of them hadn't see the two almost violently making out in the kitchen before disappearing to a bedroom, they wouldn't have guessed anything had gone on between them.

"Hey Geralt," Eskel called, face passive. "You know the difference between a goldfish and a mountain goat?"

"A mountain goat could live in Kaer Morhen but a goldfish couldn't?"

Eskel rolled his eyes. "No, a goldfish mucks around a fountain."

"And a mountain goat fucks around a mountain," Cahir finished the joke. He and Eskel high fived without looking at each other. Lambert only smacked his head on the table when Cahir continued, "And I am no goldfish."

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[imagineredwood]

6. “Please don’t kill him.” “Nah, I just wanna talk.” - Coco Cruz

Summary: Your ex Coco thinks that your new guy isn’t treating you right, but things aren’t always as they seem.

Pairing: Coco Cruz x female reader 

Warnings: Implication of abuse but its not, I promise, it’s a plot twist. 

Word count: 772

A/N: When I tell y’all I loved writing this, I mean it  😂 

“What are you doing here?”

You blinked as you looked at Coco, not having expected to see the sniper on your doorstep. Sure, you had heard the bike, but you had figured it was EZ or Angel, maybe even Taza being a sweetheart and stopping by for coffee and a chat like he had done last month. The last Mayan you had expected to see was your ex-boyfriend Coco. You hadn’t seen him in nearly four months now, and you weren’t able to hide the shock nor the nostalgic sadness from your face. Coco didn’t seem to mind though, thinly veiled rage in his eyes as he gently pushed his way past you and into your house as if he still lived there.

“Coco!”

He ignored your incredulous exclamation and closed the door behind him, looking around your home.

“Is he here?”

To say you were confused would have been an understatement.

“Is who here??”

“That motherfucker you were at the store with yesterday. The one Angel saw yank your arm when you were taking too long at the deli.”

You shook your head in disbelief, hands pushing against the Mayans chest as you kept trying to scope out your home.

“Coco, slow down. What-what are you even talking about?”

He stopped for a moment and slowly looked down at your hands as they laid on his chest, his shoulders losing some of their tension at the touch he had missed. You looked down as well and then pulled them away, not missing the wince on Coco’s part. His eyes landed back on yours and he explained tightly.

“Angel was at the store yesterday, same time as you. Said he saw you there with some guy, and that he was rushing you to leave. When you took too long, Angel said he saw him pull you away all rough and shit. Said he was gonna fuck him up right there but decided he would let me do it.”

Coco held his arms out to the side then.

“So I’m here. I don’t give a fuck if you’re my ex; no ones gonna put their hands on you like that. I know we both agreed to split but promised I wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt you and I meant that shit. I’ll fuckin’ kill him. So where’s he at?”

In the time it took to explain it, Coco’s anger had resurfaced, and he was trying to go further into your house now, on a mission to find the man who thought he could get aggressive with you. Your hands were back on his chest once more, holding him back. Just like the first time, it stopped him in his tracks, and it embarrassed him how the simple touch made his heart hurt.

“Coco, stop.”

Looking back at you, he found you looking just as confused until the lightbulb went off.  

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I haven’t been with anyone since we split up. At the store? The guy Angel saw me with? That was my cousin.”

Coco’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you shook your head, already having figured out the oldest Reyes brother’s plan now.

“Angel has met my cousin. He knows what he looks like. He’s seen him plenty of times before. He just…must’ve told you that to get you to come here.”

Coco could feel his cheeks starting to heat up then and he looked down at the floor, that anger from before now switching toward Angel in his mind.

“So…so you’re ok? No one’s being mean to you or anything?”

You chuckled softly and shook your head, body relaxed now.

“I’m fine. No one’s being mean to me. My cousin was just hangry and wanted to get lunch but there were still like 6 people in front of me at the deli, so he wanted to go. That’s it. No one’s doing anything to me. I promise.”

Coco nodded and then let his own shoulders relax. Ex or not, he was always going to look out for you, and that was something you appreciated. Looking over at the clock, you saw it was nearly dinner time and motioned into the kitchen with your thumb, extending the offer.

“You…wanna stay and eat with me?”

Coco nodded, the first ghost of a smile coming to his lips.

“Yeah. I’ll stay. I’ll stop by Angel’s place after.”

You laughed and shook your head, knowing his best friend was in for it after pulling this move.

“Please don’t kill him.”

Coco shook his head and pursed his lips the way he always did when he was lying.

“Nah, I just wanna talk.”

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[umbelinia]

𝐒𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐲: Conflict stirs up in the village about Anaya (you) and Yennefer plotting against each other which leads to Geralt getting in between you two and causing the heat to get hotter.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rough s*x, Dom!Geralt and sub!reader, death, fucked up grieving, angst, multiple creampies, hair pulling, oral, cum eating, dirty talk (if you squint), and fluff at the end.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝗼𝐭𝐞: Don’t like, don’t read. P.S: Yennefer has a sister in this one and if you’re confused, Anaya and her fight because you stole her mans 👀

“𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐚𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰?"

You turned around to see none other than Geralt standing behind you with a serious frown plastered on his personable face. Unexpected yet relieved to see him would be an understatement, but you didn’t want to show that because his ego didn’t need to grow bigger than it already is.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐝𝗼 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝗼𝗼𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐲𝐚𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰"

He mocked you with those last two words, his heavy boots clacked against the wooden floor as he inched closer towards you. You couldn’t walk away or run even if you wanted to because he trapped your petite figure in between his build, hovering over you so intensely that it made you quiver but you stood up higher and looked at him confidently even though you really wanted to crawl into a ball of shame.

“𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗼𝐧 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝗼𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝗼𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝗺𝐞"

Geralt chuckled as you slumped back in defeat, he looked at you as if you were a lost stray which is something you’ve never grown fond of no matter how many years you two have been wed because he doesn’t take you seriously, and hides you under his wing especially if it came to violence of any kind.

“𝐈 𝐝𝗼𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐭𝗼 𝐩𝐫𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝗺𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝"

You told him, he scoffed and backed away, giving you some freedom to be able to move on your own.

“𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝗺𝐲 𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡"

Fed up with his snarky remarks, you broke a beer bottle and held the sharp edged glass towards him

“𝐈'𝗺 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝗼𝐟 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗺𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝! 𝐃𝗼𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝗺𝐞 𝐝𝗼𝐰𝐧. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝗺 𝐝𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝗼𝐰 𝐭𝗼 𝐝𝗼 𝐢𝐭!"

You knitted your eyebrows and huffed, him totally unfazed by your threats, grabbed your wrist and lowered it to his chest. You audibly gasped as you felt the pounding of his heartbeat that beat faster every second you stepped closer

“𝐇𝗺 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞”

He grunted before slamming you into the wall, you let out a faint whimper as his hands gripped your hips tightly to keep you in tact. Your fingers trembled as the hot breath of his fanned your exposed neck, his lips so close to your neck that they could touch

“𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝗼𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐧𝗼! 𝐈'𝗺 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐠𝗼 𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞-"

"𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝗼? 𝐃𝗼 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝗺𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝗺𝐞?"

You interrupted, making eye contact with him and glaring into his yellow eyes that glared right back.

“𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝗼𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝗼 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐭𝗼 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝗼𝐰𝐧, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐩 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝗼"

He let you down, releasing his hands from your hips and picking up his carrier, you stood there shocked as he gave in so easily about your decision. You almost had second thoughts because he wasn’t as protective as you’re used to seeing him, but you stood your ground and watched him leave without a word. You heard him grunt under his breath as he slammed the cabin door behind him. God, he was like a child stuck in a giants body!

The sound of children running towards your door surprised you as the villages offspring burst through your door, loss of breath, they informed:

“𝐘𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝗺 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐚 𝗺𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝐧𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡!"

One of the boys said and they all ran away, you were stunned as she pushed the fight earlier than planned. You were unprepared but not coward enough to back down, so you quickly grabbed your weapons and hopped onto your horse without full knowledge that someone followed.

- Time Skip: At the church -

“𝐈 𝐚𝗺 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝗺𝐞"

Yennefer called out as you rode your horse into the crowd of people that gathered to watch this fight that end in blood. You yanked your horse to the stables and jumped off her back, walking to the woman in a black cloak who grinned from ear to ear as you inched closer towards her with your sword at hand.

“𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬"

You said, Yennefer chuckled as if you were joking and clenched her sword in her left hand while you two eyed each other like a predator does it’s prey. The tension between you two made the audience around you shiver as you two circled around one another to see who strikes first

“𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝗺𝐚𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝗺𝐲 𝗼𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞, 𝐆𝗼𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝗼𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠!"

Yennefer growled, bolting towards you as you held your sword up in defense. The blades meeting and grazing towards each other, dodging the blow she had yet to make before you jumped behind her and pushed her forward

“𝐘𝗼𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗼𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝗼 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝗺 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝗺𝐞. 𝐒𝗼, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝗼𝐥𝗼𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝗼𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝗼 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐜𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝗼 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗺𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝗺 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"

You said and she clenched her jaw, rolling her eyes as you were being the typical little sister you always were and telling her off. Her ego shrunk every time you spoke and that’s something that made her skin crawl with hatred way before Geralt ever came into the picture. The way you two would laugh together as she took you on a mission with her and Geralt as they were a couple made her jealous, but never mad enough to call you out for it. She always hated the way Geralt smiled more when you were around, how he walked closer to you then he ever did with her, and how comfortable he was overall in your presence made her angry. She could never wrap her head around how the serious warrior that killed every monster that walked the Earth could fall for such a witty teen who couldn’t even hurt a fly. But, opposites attract apparently.

“𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐢"

Yennefer defended, pointing the sharp blade towards your stomach only for it to be smacked away by yours. You lunged after her and dodged another attempted hit, the sound of your blades caressing each other pierced everyone’s ear as the two of you tried so desperately to defeat one another.

“𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐜𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝗼𝐮, 𝗼𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝗼𝐫𝐠𝗼𝐭, 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝗺 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗺𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝗼𝐝𝐬”

You said

“𝐈 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝗺𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝗼𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗼𝐧 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝗼 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝗺, 𝐧𝗼 𝗼𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧"

Yennefer tripped you with her feet and you fell to the ground, but before you could get up; she beat you to it. The edge of the sharp blade laid onto your neck, you were defeated as she sat on your stomach and pushed the sword into your neck in all attempts to decapitate your head out of pure jealously for a man that she cared less if he died.

You closed your eyes and waited for the deep cut to your neck but it never came, a sharp pierce through flesh echoed through the village and the sound of someone gurgling on their blood had you worried so you opened your eyes only to find your sister choking on her own blood and falling to the ground.

Looking up, you saw Geralt covered in blood with a sword soaked in Yennefer’s blood. He grunted as he pulled the sword out from her chest and reached out his hand to pull you up off the ground. The church bell’s rung meaning the fight was over

“𝐈 𝐝𝗼𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝗼𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝗺𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐬"

Geralt commented as he saw the body of his first love laying in cold blood, he was surprised at how he wasn’t fazed, he didn’t even care if she was dead. He only cared if you were alive and well, so he turned towards your shocked self and kissed you lightly

“𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?"

He asked as if he didn’t just kill your sister and kiss you in front of her dead body, your eyes were wide in pure shock at how fast things escalated. You expected her to kill you or you kill her, not Geralt doing the job for you. You touched his arm and nodded, looking at his worried expression with relief and sorrow because after all, she was your sister.

As you pondered, you always thought this conflict between you two was unnecessary. Sure, you did technically steal her true love but you weren’t the one who told Geralt to fall in love with you; he fell all by himself.

“Geralt? Geralt?! Shit!”

You hurriedly ripped a piece of cloth from your dress and wrapped it around the wound of the unconscious White Wolf’s waist to cover the opened flesh that exposed part of his rib-cage.

“Come on big guy, don’t die on me yet! You still haven’t paid me back for that favor I did for you a few months back”

You groaned as you lifted him up off the ground, his eyes shut tightly as his head fell, you used all your strength that you had to pull him up on the carriage and lay him on the hay before taking off.

———————————————————————

“Ah!”

Geralt hissed as you poured alcohol on the opened wound, he laid facing the other way as you cleaned the big gash he received from going up against the sea monster. You cringed to yourself as he moved slightly and blood flowed down his muscular back.

“Stop whining, I’m trying to help”

You said to him and placed a damp cloth on the wound while reaching down beside the lantern for the threads you’ll be using to stitch him back into health.

“You’re not the one with an opened rib-cage”

Geralt said sarcastically, you chuckled behind him and started stitching up the skin.

“Where’s Yennefer?”

He asked and you stayed quiet, having no clue where she is yourself so you couldn’t answer his question because you were asking yourself the same exact thing.

“I don’t know”

You said, Geralt hunched up and tried his best to sit up on his own, but he failed and groaned in pain as the stitches started tearing off. You gasped and laid him back down, throwing a quilt on his lower half and turning him back around to continue stitching. 

“What do you mean you don’t know? She was with you wasn’t she?”

Geralt yelled at you, you flinched at the sudden harshness of his tone and lowered yourself smaller than you were

“N-no, she wasn’t with me. She was gone and so was her carriage”

You answered carefully, afraid to upset him more. He could be heard grunting as he shuffled in his position

“I have to go find her”

He said, starting to sit up again but you pushed him back down on the bed harshly in protest.

“No, you’re staying here! In bed where you will recover, I’m sure she will come back but right now you need medical attention and i’ll be damned if I let you go out there by yourself in this critical condition!”

You said, he just looked at you in shock as no one has ever told him no before. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like this side of you, all protecting and motherly. That was something Yennefer lacked, she never had those motherly instincts to take care of him like you do and Geralt guessed that was why he leaned towards you more than he did his own girlfriend because you had the upper hand when you wanted it, and even he couldn’t take that away from you. So, he listened and laid back down for good and let you finish putting him back together before leaving him there to rest for the whole day.

———————————————————————

• End of Flashback

“𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚?"

Geralt waved his hand in front of your face and you snapped back to reality. He sighed and wrapped a blanket around you, leading you towards his horse and helping you up

“𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝗺𝐲 𝗼𝐰𝐧-"

"𝐍𝗼, 𝐈'𝗺 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝗼𝗺𝐞. 𝐅𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝗼𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝗼𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝗺𝐞"

Geralt said and you shut up, letting him call the shots and ride you back home. From his body language, you could tell he was upset with you for coming here in the first place because the drama between you and your sister was unnecessary and even he knew that for a fact. But, he decided to not give you any shit for your actions today because he just killed your sister in front of you to save your life for Christ’s sake.

He wished that it didn’t have to come to this and this happened all because of him. But, you can’t control who you fall in love with and he wasn’t sorry for falling for you, her sister, because you were the best he’s ever had in a lifetime and there’s nothing wrong with that in his eyes as long as you both were happy in each other’s comfort.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You asked the tall man who was in his signature gear, Geralt eye balled you for a second before turning his back on you and loading up his equipment. You walked over to him and twirled him around in your view, he stared down at you in all seriousness before talking:

“I am going to find Yennefer. It has been a week since we’ve heard from her and for all we know she could be in danger”

Geralt said and pushed you aside, you sighed and bit the inside of your cheek. Anxious to see him go as he wasn’t fully recovered, so you rushed to him and gave him a sack of medicare products. He furrowed his eyebrows and grunted, throwing the bag over his shoulder

“What is this?”

He asked

“It’s a first aid kit just in case you rip a stitch or something. Take it and be careful, Geralt”

You said and he smirked, ruffling your hair causing you to huff in frustration as you spent twenty minutes to do your hair only for him to ruin it in five seconds.

“See yah around little wolf”

That’s all he said before he galloped off on his horse and into the woods in blind sight.

- 12 Hours Later -

The door slams open catching you by surprise and a distraught Geralt comes in with blood seeping through the fabric of his clothes

“What happened to you??”

You ran over to the tall man who almost tripped over his own feet if it weren’t for you placing his arm over your shoulder and guiding him to the bed.

“Yennefer is gone. I looked everywhere in the forest and my stitches detached while doing so”

He explained, you didn’t pay attention to a word he said because you were more worried about getting his cuts closed up again. Lifting up his shirt, you saw a pool of blood in the gash, you quickly went to get a bucket of water and a hand towel.

“Don’t move!”

You said as Geralt began squirming in discomfort, he hissed as you slowly but surely wiped the access blood off his skin and poked a thread into his skin to begin stitching.

“Yennefer is no where to be found, I have to look for her in the next town north”

Geralt exclaimed, but you shook your head in disappointment as he was still trying even if his wound was bleeding out.

“No! I’m sure she’s fine, she always does this. She runs away and comes back if it’s beneficial for her, so you’re going to stay in bed and rest. I’m not letting you go out there again as long as you’re in this condition”

He stayed quiet.

You sighed, feeling bad as you didn’t mean to raise your voice, but he has to listen because it’s extremely dangerous out there to begin with.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice, okay? I just don’t think it’s a good idea to look for her when she’s probably fine. I was there for most of it and I saw her riding off on her horse while you laid there practically dead if it weren’t for me”

You explained softly

“And you didn’t think to tell me before I went out there?”

Geralt asked, avoiding eye contact with you as he felt ashamed of wasting his time looking for someone who didn’t want to be found and you knowing all along that Yennefer left on her own will.

“I didn’t tell you because you looked heartbroken since she wasn’t here and I was more focused on getting you back to health than explaining myself”

You said, his stitches were all in tact and you got up, washing off the dried blood, and covering him up with a blanket.

You were about to walk away to retrieve the clothes hung up outside, but he spoke

“Thank you”

He said in a weakened voice, you could hear soft sniffles come from the mans bed, so you sat down beside him instead

“Why are you crying?”

You asked, he slowly turned around to face you and your heart sunk, his teary eyes made you want to cry

“You don’t have to take care of me, but you do anyways and I appreciate that very much. You’re caring and selfless, that’s what I love most about your character. Far more than what Yennefer could ever be and I shouldn’t say that, but it’s true. Anaya, you’re one limited soul and I hope to repay you some day if I don’t have broken ribs that is”

You laughed softly and he smiled, you two stared at each other for a moment and without knowledge, you two leaned in closer and your lips touched. He kissed you lightly and you pulled away

“I-I’m sorry, we shouldn’t do this. It’s wrong especially since you’re in a relationship!”

You said and got off the bed, in full attempts to flee but his warm hand grabbed yours, and he pulled you back down onto the sheets

“I wouldn’t call leaving your boyfriend for dead a very healthy relationship, would you Anaya?”

Shaking your head ‘no’, he laughed and gently caressed your hand

“Will you lay with me tonight? If you want, of course. I understand if you don’t”

Geralt asked and you accepted his request, getting under the sheets and facing him with your hand supporting your hand.

“I don’t mind staying here with you because I understand if you need someone to look after you. Who knows, you could sneak off in the middle of the night and I’ll be here to stop you so”

Your comment made him laugh and your heart grew twice the size from seeing him happy, wishing that he could’ve smiled that big with Yennefer but he never did.

“I’m not going anywhere if that’s what you’re implying”

“Good”

You said

“Goodnight, little wolf”

“Goodnight, Geralt”

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• End of Flashback

“𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝗼𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥! 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐭𝗼 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫"

Geralt carefully sat you on the edge of the bed as you closed your eyes briefly, feeling lightheaded as you had yet to process everything that had went down a few hours prior. You didn’t feel sad about your sisters death because she wasn’t much of a sister to begin with, she was never there for you and when your mother had passed; she fled and left you behind until finally, once you turned 18 she showed up again with Geralt. But, she didn’t show up because she wanted to. No, Geralt talked her into coming back home to you after she had told him about her personal life and that’s how you met him.

You slowly got up on your feet and walked to the bathtub, throwing your ripped shirt across your shoulders and on the chair seated in the corner. You stripped out of your clothing and dipped into the hot water, hissing as the warmth developed your soar bones and sighed as the heat comforted you.

“𝐈'𝗺 𝐬𝗼𝐫𝐫𝐲"

You opened your eyes and saw Geralt standing at the door, leaning against it with his head down.

“𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭?"

You asked and he looked at you with tears in his eyes, your eyes widened as you’ve never seen him cry with such guilt washed over him. Getting out of the bathtub, you wrapped a towel around your bare body and stood in front of the shameful man. Cupping his cheek in your hands and lifting his head up to meet your eyes that looked at him with a different kind of softness that he’s never experienced until he met you, the fondness of your touch and forgiveness always made him feel even more guilty; not for the crime, but for the way his actions made you feel. He could care less about killing her, but hurting you was something he couldn’t forgive himself for.

“𝐘𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫. 𝐈'𝗺 𝐬𝗼𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰 𝐬𝗼𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝗺𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝗼𝐧 𝗺𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝗼𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝗼𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝...𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝗼𝐟 𝐥𝗼𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝐧𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝗺𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝗺𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝗼𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝗺 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝗼𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝗺𝐞 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮, 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝗺𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝗺𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝗼𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝗼 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝗼𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼-"

Your lips met his, melting into a passionate kiss while he held your hands as hot tears soaked your face. His hands slithered behind your back and unwrapped the layer that was hiding something far more beautiful beneath it, too beautiful to be hidden from him. Detaching from the kiss, he stared at your bare body for a second before grabbing your thighs and lifting you up on the counter. Your fingers gripped his long white hair and ruffled with it as he kissed your neck, deep inhales and exhales in between kisses echoed throughout the bathroom. Throwing your head back to give him more access to your neck, his one hand wrapped around your neck and the other traveled down to your inner thighs, gasping as he spread your legs and the cold breeze of the air brushed your heat

“𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝗼𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲. 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝐥𝐟, 𝐡𝗺?"

He growled into your ear, his thick fingers rubbed your labia gently before spreading your lips and teasing your entrance by pushing half of his finger in and out too delicately for your liking. You being desperate for some friction, grounded your hips into his hand and whined desperately for the stretch, he knew what you wanted but he wanted you to say it aloud

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝗼 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥?"

Clutching unto the sides of his armor, you kissed him and bit his bottom lip, dragging the plump skin between your teeth and licking his tongue as you chuckled when hearing him groan. His big hand held the back of your head and pushed you towards him to go deeper with the kiss, balling your hair into his fist and yanking back harshly, you moaned as his tongue danced around yours.

“𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝗺𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞"

Geralt whispered into your ear, grinding his bulge into your exposed vulva causing you to moan at the pressure set onto your clitoris

“𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝗼 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡"

You commented and whimpered as he swiftly turned you around, bending you over the counter and giving a blow to your ass. You flinched forward and bit your lip, tears brimming at the side of your eyes as they threatened to fall from another hard slap on your left cheek and another on the right

“𝐇𝗺𝐩𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭"

You moaned his name and gripped the sides of the marble counter, grasping onto the marble for dear life as the spankings had you mewl and you didn’t know if it was for more or for less, but you backed up and pressed your ass on his clothed girth. Whipping your hair to the other shoulder and smiling as he rubbed the irritated skin gently and gave it a tight squeeze, you let out an audible gasp as he knelt down on his knees and licked a strip of your arousal.

Spreading your cheeks apart and dipping his tongue into your wet cavern, twirling the muscle inside your inner walls and sucking onto your sensitive folds, you fell forward and moaned at the intense pleasure you were being given

“𝐀𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝗼 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝"

Geralt growled and lapped his tongue with your juices that kept dripping from how needy you’ve become, he held your hips in place and toyed with your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking the stimulated bud in an animalistic pace. You built up enough strength to break from his hold and kneel to his level, you both were on your knees, and you licked your lips as you tore away the layers that kept you from what you desired most.

“𝐒𝗼𝗺𝐞𝗼𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲"

Geralt said with a sly grin on his face, watching you tear away his tight pants made his girth rise up even harder if that were possible, and he stood up before you to take off the rest of his clothing while you stayed on the floor watching him with doe eyes that made his heart flutter in his chest every time. Finally, he was bare in all his glory before you and his huge girth pulsed in his hand as he stroked himself slowly. You whined as he tugged on his cock harder, grunting as you placed your mouth over his tip and swiped his hands away to suck him off. His cock twitched as you smiled with him in your mouth, stuffed full of his cock, but going down to the base almost touching his v-line as you deep throated him.

“𝐘𝗼𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝗼𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝗺𝗺 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥"

He praised you while brushing his fingers through your hair and scrunching your hair up into his hand to make it a pony tail, so he could control your movement and rhythm. You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose, mouth wide open and teeth tucked behind your lip as he thrusted into your mouth, the heaviness of his girth weighed on your tongue and his shaft caressed your taste buds with every thrust, you engulfed your mouth around the glans of his cock and sucked him in deeper. The tall man knitted his eyebrows in pleasure and opened his mouth partly to let out sinful moans and groans to remind you that he felt pleased, the sweetness of his seed seeped down your throat and burned a little, but you found yourself craving more than just a drop so you closed your hand around the shaft and bobbed your head faster than before while stroking what couldn’t fit. His biceps flexed and hips stuttered, he lost control of himself and fucked your throat to chase his high, muttering dirty nothings to you as he glared at you with lust and greed

“𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝐥𝐟. 𝐒𝐡𝗼𝐰 𝗺𝐞 𝐡𝗼𝐰 𝗺𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝗼𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝗺𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝗼𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝗺𝐞 𝗼𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬"

Geralt came with a low grunt, swallowing the lump in his throat while you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed every drop of his cum. He tapped your cheek and you opened your mouth, showing him every drop that didn’t go to waste, he smiled before closing your jaw and kissing you to get a taste of himself on your tongue.

“𝐃𝗼 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐢𝐫?"

He glanced down for a second and picked you up off the floor, holding your hand while getting into the warm water you soaked in a few moments ago. The water swished as your bodies connected, you on his lap and him making hisself comfortable underneath the water, his hands roamed your temple and gripped your breasts as you kissed him with anticipation. He groped you lovingly, none of the roughness earlier could compare to when he took his time with you.

“𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝐥𝐟"

Not having to tell you twice, you aligned his length to your entrance and slid down onto him. Whimpering softly as his cock stretched you out with a delightful burn and replaced the fiery feeling with instant pleasure as he grounded your hips into his pelvic bone and thrusted up into your cunt. You grabbed his broad shoulders to keep balance as he spread your thighs and delivered nimble thrusts that had your head thrown back and moaning uncontrollably.

“𝐒𝗼 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐘𝗼𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝗺𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠?"

All you were capable of doing now was to nod, biting your lip to compress the screams you so desperately wanted to get out, but too shy to. Geralt didn’t like how loud the silence was from you, so he leaned down and kissed you to get a taste of what your cries sounded like when he was embedded within you. Your hands roamed his back and clawed at the skin as he hovered over you and fucked you swiftly with the rolls of his hips and plunged into your g-spot, your walls enclosed around his thick shaft every time he thrusted in again. He gripped the sides of the bathtub and growled as you clenched around him, walls getting tighter than before as the curve of his cock nudged your cervix, grasped his arms as he twitched inside you and thrusted one last time before cumming inside your warm cavern. He didn’t stop thrusting which caught you by surprise, but no, he tapped your thigh signaling for you to jump and so you did. Your legs swung on either side of his waist and moaning as he slid deeper into your abused cunt.

He carried you to the counter and spread your legs apart, holding onto your hips while beginning his vicious pace, you cried out his name as the tip of his cock jammed your cervix repeatedly. Your walls clenched unintentionally and gripped him like a vice causing his movements to stutter from the tightness compressing him in your cushioned walls. Geralt growled under his breathe and wrapped a hand around your neck, giving a tight squeeze, and pulling all the way out of your entrance then ramming back in making you shudder in pleasure.

“𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!"

You had no idea what you were begging for, but he got the gist and threw your legs onto his shoulders and fucked you harder. Your cunt drenched his pulsating shaft and your velvety walls caressed the veins drawn along his length, gripping his white locks as he delivered a deep thrust with the rolls of his hips making him brush against the sensitive places no one has ever reached. That simple thrust threw you over the edge and soon, your legs trembled and shook as you creamed all over his already saturated girth.

“𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭~"

You said his name and rolled your eyes back, biting down on your lip to hide the sincere grin as he groaned in the crook of your neck, and came with a deep thrust. You looked down to see you’re still connected and his cum dribbled down his pulsing balls as he came in hot strips of cum that melted into your cervix smoothly.

His sweaty bod heaved as he tried to catch his breathe, rubbing your clit as he slowly pulled out of your creamy pussy, and knelt down once more. The sudden contact of his tongue licking up your folds to collect mostly his residue oozing out of you as you clenched around nothing made you whimper, his tongue flicked around your clit and lapped your folds, sucking onto them whilst diving his tongue into your hole. The strong muscle swirled around your inner walls and thrusted into you, his nose nudging your pearl as he buried his face into your cunt, and ate you out gracefully.

Stomach tightening, legs shaking, and your hands grabbing at the Witcher’s hair; you came again. His cum oozed out more mixed with your juices, he cleaned up the mess, and stood up.

“𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝗼𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝗼𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝"

Geralt said to your breathless state, you nodded and he lifted you up bridal style and placed you in the tub. It wasn’t as warm as before, but you two didn’t care because you both were in the company of each other. This time you actually washed off instead of jumping each other’s rails.

“𝐈'𝗺 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝗼𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝗼𝐝𝐚𝐲"

Geralt apologized again, you kissed him gently and pulled away

“𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝗺𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝗺 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐈'𝗺 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝗼𝗺𝗼𝐫𝐫𝗼𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝗼𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝗼𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝗼 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭"

“𝐈 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝐥𝐟"

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠"

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