Something in the Orange (part 1)
Pairing: Lambert x female!sorceress!reader
Word count: 3 230
Summary: When Geralt of Rivia disappears, Jaskier has no choice but to ask his best friend for help. Although struggling with her own issues, Y/N agrees and they join Vesemir and the others in Kaer Morhen. The search might be difficult but not as difficult as the certain redheaded witcher who keeps challenging her.
A/n: Just like my last Lambert fic, this one is going to be a mix of games, books and show. Excuse any grammar errors you find.
Find me.
Those were the only words Y/N heard in her dreams for last eight nights. She didn’t even see a person who kept repeating them and it was tiring.
A dark fortress surrounded by a veil of rain and brief flashes of thunder. Not a place she ever visited but Y/N had a feeling she knew the place like a palm of her own hand. As soon as she approached old wooden doors and opened them, the melody of the organ started playing in the distance, filling her ears. No matter how much she wandered around the castle, she could never find the person playing them nor the instrument itself. At some point, she would give up, but each time, the music would become louder and faster. Then, she would suddenly remember why she came here in the first place. She was looking for someone! But as soon as she tried to remember who it was, the world around her started to spin, making Y/N feel like she’s going to fall. She would close her eyes, trying to focus but nothing helped.
And then she would wake up.
In her bed at her own house, in middle of Novigrad.
She didn’t have time or energy to interpret her own dreams. As an oneiromancer, Y/N’s job was to read the future and past using the dreams of others. Her own had to wait for now.
***
Corrine Tilly, Y/N’s mentor, was furious again. Y/N was late for fourth time this week and those dreams were the reason why. Y/N didn’t share them with Corrine yet but she owned her mentor explanation. That is, if Corrine doesn’t fire her.
“You know, if you don’t want to work for me anymore, you’re free to go. This is getting ridiculous.” Corrine said, crossing arms on her chests. Y/N closed the doors behind her and approached the brown-haired woman. Corrine was young sorceress who built quite a reputation for interpreting other people's dreams. Her customers were usually wealthy residents of Novigrad but every now and then someone from outside of city walls would show up and ask for her help.
Corrine lived off this money for seven years now and she could afford an apprentice. Y/N was quite lucky to learn from Corrine. She learned how to control the dreams better. Which, for some people proved harder, especially if they weren’t truthful at first.
“I’m sorry Corrine, I really am.” Y/N started. “But it’s not my fault.”
“No?” Corrine raised her eyebrows and starts slowly pacing around the customer room. This was the biggest room of the house and it was fully decorated to look and feel like a bedroom. There was a spacious bed full of pillows, big carpet, lots of candles and clary sage incense for customers to fall asleep easier.
“I-I…” Y/N tried to sort out her thoughts “I have dreams.” she said, fully aware that everyone else would find these words absurd but she knew her mentor. Corrine knew very well what those words meant.
“What kind?” woman asked in serious tone, sitting down on her chair and crossing her legs. That was her spot whenever she would interview the customer and Y/N couldn’t help but feel like one at the moment.
“Recurring.”
“For how long?”
“Eight nights.” Y/N answers.
“And you’re telling me this now?” Corrine asks. Y/N could swear she heard disappointment in her mentor’s voice.
“I didn’t want to bother you. I knew our schedule was full this week-”
“Y/N, you’re not just someone I’d squeeze into schedule. If you have any kind of problem, not just dream related…you can always count on me.” Corrine’s face softened.
Y/N was about to say something when the doorbell rang and they both turned to the doors. No one was supposed to arrive until noon. It was too early.
“I’m sorry, but we are not taking in any new customers right now-” Corrine stood up.
“Good thing I’m not new, then.” Jaskier’s head popped up through the door.
“Viscount. Come in.” Corrine smiles at the bard. Although Jaskier said he doesn’t care about his viscount title, Corrine was still addressing him as one.
Jaskier approaches her with a wide smile, theatrically leans down and kisses Corrine’s hand. Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes but still smiled a bit. She had to admit, her best friend knew his way around women.
“It’s nice to see you again, dear Corrine.” Jaskier speaks and then finally turns to Y/N.
“What brings you here?” Y/N asks. Usually, they would meet at Rosemary and Thyme, the cabaret that Jaskier himself owned. Before Y/N found Corrine, she worked there to help him out and in return Jaskier gave her a roof over her head.
“We need to talk.” Jaskier says completely serious this time. Corrine took that as her hint.
“I’m going out. If you need me, I’ll be at Triss’ place.” she says, throwing the dark blue cloak around her shoulders. They said their goodbyes and as soon as sorceress left, Jaskier moved closer to Y/N.
“Look at this.” he hands Y/N folded piece of paper. Y/N opens it. It was a letter, obviously written in distress or hurry.
Bard,
In light of recent events, I have no choice but to ask for your help. I cannot discuss the details in this letter but I assure you, if you still care about the White Wolf, you’re going to want to join us as soon as possible.
He’s missing.
P.S. Oh, and bring a sorceress along. I am aware you know quite a few.
V
Y/N looks back to Jaskier. This sounded odd. Jaskier took the letter back, looking at it like it might tell him more if he asked nicely.
“Who sent this?” Y/N asks. She figured that the White Wolf was Jaskier’s friend Geralt of Rivia, the witcher she had only seen once. But the V on the bottom of the page wasn’t giving any clues.
“It’s probably Vesemir, Geralt’s mentor.” Jaskier said, folding the letter.
“Why does the witcher need your help? What are you going to do? Sing them your latest hits until they figure out where Geralt is?” Y/N asks, raising her eyebrows. Jaskier give her an annoyed look.
“Very funny. Also no, because I happen to be very good at tracking-”
“Jaskier, you got lost on your way from Oxenfurt to Novigrad.”
Jaskier opened his mouth to complain, but Y/N wasn’t having it. “It’s a 15-minute-long horse ride.”
“It was early morning; I was still half asleep.”
“Forget I said anything.” Y/N realizes she should drop it. She turned around and started preparing incense for their first customer that day.
“Are you coming with me?” Jaskier asked.
Y/N turns around to face him again. “To Kaer Morhen? Jaskier, you can’t be serious.”
“Why not? You are a sorceress and Vesemir said I should bring one.” Jaskier shrugged. Y/N gave him a look.
“He didn’t mention me specifically. I’m sure Felicia Cori would love to help you out.” Y/N said. Felicia was practically Geralt’s fan from the moment she heard about him in Aretuza, academy for young ladies who were practising magic. She lived couples of streets further and was a good friend of Corrine.
“But I’m not asking her, I’m asking you, Y/N.” Jaskier said, slowly losing his patience.
“How on earth is my skill of any use to you or them? We don’t even know what happen to your friend!” Y/N says, crossing arms on her chests.
“You could form a dream for Vesemir and see where Geralt is.” Jaskier suggested.
“You know that those don’t always work for missing persons.”
“I know but can you just once believe my judgment?” he asks. Y/N raised her eyebrows. She believed his judgment lots of times and it usually meant nothing but trouble. This sounded like one as well.
“Absolutely not. Jaskier, I’m not horse riding for a week for no reason. I have no clues, no ideas how to handle this. And also, how am I supposed to leave Corrine? She’s already pissed at me for being late-”
“Let me handle everything. And we are not horse riding.” Jaskier says proudly.
“No?” Y/N asks, tilting her head a little.
“I’ll show you.”
***
And there they were, the next day, at Rosemary and Thyme’s attic. There was only one candle burning and the air was filled with dust, smell of old books and costumes. Y/N had to jump over a couple of old suitcases before they finally stopped walking.
“What are we doing here?” she asked, dusting herself off.
Jaskier didn’t answer but started looking through the old bags on the floor. Y/N crossed arms on her chests, waiting for the bard’s explanation.
“Ah, here it is!” he finally said. Y/N looked at his hands. He was holding a crystal. Not just any crystal. That was a power crystal and it was used specifically for portals.
Y/N gaped. “Jaskier, how did you get that?” she asked cautiously. Jaskier started moved further into the dark attic, Y/N following him.
“Turns out doing favours for sorceresses has its perks.” he answered merrily.
“Do you even know how it works?” Y/N raised eyebrows.
“Of course! I’ve been to Kaer Morhen on multiple occasions thanks to this portal right there.”
“Fine. Turn it on, then.” Y/N says, her voice suddenly soft. Ironically, she didn’t like portals. Traveling through them was quick but Y/N preferred other methods. Unfortunately for her, this was the only magical way to get into Kaer Morhen.
Jaskier cleaned the crystal with his sleeve and then moved closer to the wooden wall. There, Y/N saw a shelf with nothing but small steel stand in the middle of it. Jaskier slowly approached and placed the crystal on the stand. Nothing happened.
“What’s wrong with it?” he asks, suddenly worried.
“We need to revive it. It’s dead.” Y/N realized.
“How? I’m no medic nor-”
“Move.” Y/N tells him and Jaskier obeys. Y/N takes the crystal in her hands and clears her mind. Using a simple, yet powerful spell, Y/N starts off the crystal. Its core started glowing and she places it back on the stand. Loud sound of wind filled their ears. The wall in front of them vanished and dark twirling circle appeared instead.
The portal was open.
“Let’s go.”
The welcoming party is not really welcoming, Y/N thought as soon as she saw the unfamiliar faces. Jaskier didn’t seem like he was bothered by it. They walked across the long hall and approached the table occupied by two armed men who didn’t exactly smile at their presence.
“Eskel, Coen. Nice to see you again.” he slightly lowered his head.
“Who’s this, bard?” the taller one, Eskel, Y/N presumed, asks as he crossed his arms on chests. He looked like he wasn’t happy to see newcomers. Or oldcomers. Or anyone at this point.
“Ah, yes, right, manners. This is Y/N. Very powerful sorceress. Vesemir told me to bring one. So, I did.” Jaskier explained.
“Pleasure.” Y/N said, trying to sound more delighted than she truly was.
“Oh, I’m sure it is.” Eskel said.
“What is that supposed-”
“Enough.” a deep voice echoed through the hall. “Jaskier. Sorceress. Please join me.”
Y/N and Jaskier both turned around towards the exit. There, was an older man standing, his face scarred and old but still Y/N felt like his presence required utter respect.
That must be Vesemir, Y/N realized.
Jaskier and Y/N both joined him. Jaskier briefly introduced them and Y/N nodded at the old witcher. Vesemir then led them down the hall without word. They walked for a while in silence, passing by several closed doors, until they finally reached the right one.
Vesemir opened the door and let them into the big round room with high celling. There, in the middle of it, stood one large table. The walls were filled with books, bottles and various herbs. Old chandelier in the middle of room was the only source of light.
They approached the table and Vesemir unfolded three papers in front of them.
“This is all we got.” he said, suddenly sounding tired.
Jaskier took the first paper and stood next to Y/N. There, in the middle of the page, were three words written in black ink.
“That could be Elder speech. Really old one.” Y/N said. She learned basics at the academy, but these writings were definitely old. She wasn’t even sure if she saw them in their school books.
“Do you know what does it say?” Jaskier asks quietly.
“I’m not sure. Let me see.” Y/N says, taking the letter from Jaskier’s hands.
“It’s not in any of our books. I tried everything but couldn’t make a sense of it. The last letter that arrived is the only one that’s written in Common.” Vesemir said, handling the smallest piece of paper to Y/N. She frowned.
This one was indeed written in Common speech but this time ink was dark red. Y/N sincerely hoped it wasn't blood.
“Wolf got taken. “She read the first sentence and then noticed another one on bottom of the page. “Will pay for his sins.”
Their Common is not perfect. Who could this be? Elves?
Y/N noticed how Jaskier’s jaw clenched. She never saw him this quiet and serious.
Vesemir then hands her the last paper. This one had a drawing. It was a simple one, but Y/N immediately figured what it was - an open palm of hand, with drops of blood on each finger. In the middle of the palm was a much bigger drop of blood, shaped like a tear.
“When did you get these?” Y/N asks, looking at all those letters in her hands.
Vesemir opened his mouth to answer but the loud squealing of door hinges interrupted him. The door opened and stranger walked in. With wolf medallion hanging around his neck and long red curls framing his face, he walked towards them.
“Stop wasting time, Vesemir.” he looked at his mentor, completely ignoring Jaskier and Y/N.
Y/N raised her eyebrows slightly.
Would it kill them to show some politeness?
“Lambert, this is Y/N. She’s going to help us decode these letters. And you’re going-”
“We should be out there looking for him! Not wasting time with these stupid letters.” he raises his voice. Vesemir gave him look of complete disapproval.
“You don’t get to decide what is a waste of time or isn’t. Now, show Y/N the library and get her whatever will be needed.”
For a second, Y/N thought Lambert would just storm out but then he finally looked at Y/N.
“Follow me, witch.” he muttered quietly, the anger still present in his tone.
Y/N squinted her eyes. “Sorceress.” she corrected him. Lambert just stared at her, his eyes also squinting. Jaskier, still standing on Y/N’s right side, stepped forward and cleaned his throat.
“Term ‘witch’ is mostly used by those who call themselves witch hunters, you know, it’s usually a derogatory term-”
“I know. Now, follow me.” Lambert interrupted him, still not looking away from Y/N. Y/N didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing her in discomfort so she stepped forward and joined him.
“Find me if you need anything.” she told Jaskier before leaving, giving him a comforting look.
Jaskier nodded, but she could see concern in his eyes.
Finally, she turns to red headed witcher and joins him down the hall. They walked in silence, Lambert clearly keeping his distance. Unfortunately for Y/N, the library was located at the other end of the Kaer Morhen and their awkward, silent walk took a while.
“Does your library have any books of First elves?” she asks when they finally made it. Lambert sat on top of the table and shrugged.
“Do I look like librarian? I have idea. I haven’t been in this part of castle for 5 years. You’re on your own, witch.”
Y/N approached the table so quickly she even surprised herself. Lifting her hand, with a small orb of red light in it, she pushes it towards his face. Lambert face was stone cold, no fear.
“Call me witch one more time, I dare you.” she hissed. She lowered the orb a little. He didn’t seem fazed at all.
“Don’t challenge me if you can’t keep up, sweetheart.” he suddenly grins. Y/N was about to protest but then she feels a soft pressure just above the bellybutton. She lowers her eyes and sees short but sharp blade, resting on her corset.
Y/N frowns.
“Seems like you’re forgetting why I’m here, witcher.” she warns him, ignoring the blade. Lambert raises his eyebrows a little then finally drops the blade. Y/N still stepped aside just in case.
“To decode some stupid letters, which are-”
“Yes, yes, waste of time. Now let me work if you don’t plan on helping me.” she says and walks away towards the shelves.
She heard Lambert mummering something but this time she decides to ignore him, switching focus on those old books in front of her. It was clear that someone organized them alphabetically long time ago but every now and then she would find some who obviously wouldn’t fit into that order. There was lots of books about herbs, survival skills and potion making but those weren’t helping at all. So, she moved to another bookshelf. There, Y/N found some historical books about Continent.
Beatrix of Kovir.
The Elder Blood.
The Conjunction of the Spheres.
And then, Y/N saw it. The old, yellow copy of Elder Speech Dictionary. She grabbed the book and started flipping pages. Few minutes passed by and…
Nothing.
All the symbols, words and phrases were something she was already familiar with. She sighed and put the book back in its place. She knew this wouldn’t be easy. Y/N took another look at those letters. That hand symbol bothered her. She felt like she saw it somewhere.
*Few hours later*
It was dark outside when Y/N finally looked through the library window. Some time ago, Jaskier showed up with a glass of wine and dinner which Y/N barely tasted. She couldn’t eat until she figured out the hand symbol. Lambert was long gone, with no explanation or excuse, but Y/N certainly didn’t mind.
Just some time after midnight, the doors of the library opened again.
“You’re still here?” Vesemir asked, entering the room and then closing the doors behind him.
“I can’t sleep until I figure this out.” Y/N answered, flipping through the Book of Urban Myths. Truth is, she was not looking forward to her dreams. She knew she would have to relive that dream all over again.
Vesemir chuckled, but it sounded miserable. “I appreciate the optimism but I’m afraid the books won’t do much of help.”
Y/N stopped flipping through the book and looked at Vesemir.
“You’re right. We should try my method.”
“Which is?” he raises eyebrows.
“Jaskier didn’t tell you? I’m oneiromancer.” Y/N said, closing the book in her hands.
Vesemir thought about it for a second and then slowly nodded. “We should give your method a chance then.” he said, crossing arms on his chests.” But not with me since I haven’t seen Geralt for a while now and therefor won’t be much of use to you. You should do it with the one who last saw him.”
“And who was that?” Y/N asks, glad he agreed with her.
“Lambert.”
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Witcher Monster MAYhem masterpost
New works (41.033 new words) written for the event prompts (in chronological order of events):
Shimmering Scales and Stormy Seas (Words 800): This is the story of Jaskier's first time. Decide yourself if it is true or just a tall tale. Smut! (13. shimmering scales, mermaid, mesmerised, 22. Seduction)
Of Smelly Sewers and Man-eating Monsters (Words 2,808): On the run from the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, Yennefer and Cahir travers the ancient elven aqueduct on their way from Gors Velen to Oxenfurt to find the Sandpiper. But not only the monster with the many tentacles is lurking in the sewers. (6. Terrifying tentacles, Zeugl, 21. Ancient abomination, 28. Absurd amphibian)
A Most Unusual Plant (Words 1,765): Jaskier saves a cow! With Geralt's help, of course - A little monstery adventure Geralt and his company have on their way to find the druids. (Set during the events of Baptism of Fire, more exactly after the Fish Soup and before the Battle on the Bridge. You don't need to have read the books though to enjoy the story.) (19. Acid attack, Archespore)
Of Eery Eyes and Vicious Venom (Words 500): While travelling with the Witcher and his friends in search of Princess Cirilla, Cahir faces a frightening monster. (7. Vicious venom, paralysed, 10. eery eyes, 15. eyehead)
A most interesting read (Words 2,534): While Geralt and his strange company are on their way to the druids of Caed Dhu, Milva asks Cahir to read a very special book for her. (26. Grim Giant)
How to Kill a Troll (Words 7,612): Geralt and Cahir go on a monster hunt together. Set the summer after Stygga (1268). (14. Reverberating roar, 26. Towering trolls, alt. Silver Sword, Toss a coin)
Wicked Wings and Fearsome Fangs (Words 2,548): On their way to fulfil a contract, Geralt and Cahir happen upon yet another monster. And upon you. First person POV or second person POV. (2. Fearsome Fangs, 3. Wicked wings, 4. Cruel claws, Wyvern, alt. Forked tongue)
You'd be wise to beware (Words 12,847): Geralt and Cahir go on a monster hunt together where they meet an old friend, Jaskier. Unfortunately, the hunt is not as easy as expected ... (1. Too many toes, Myriapod, Centipede, 3. Wicked wings)
The dark things that wait in that house (Words 7,714): After his almost fatal injury at Stygga Castle, Cahir has lost his memory. He lives at Kaer Morhen and has become a Witcher. On the way back to the Witcher keep after his first monster hunt alone, Cahir helps a woman in distress. But is she really who she appears to be? (16. Metamorphosis, 23. Smelly swamps, 24. Treacherous trap, 27. Duplicitous Doppler, Shapeshifting, alt. I hate Monsters)
Monster Friend 1 (Words 300): Regis is waiting in front of the Witcher Keep, but Vesemir is reluctant to let the monster inside the walls of Kaer Morhen. Can Geralt convince him? Triple-Drabble. (alt. Monster friend)
Not Yet - Monster Friend 2 (Words 1,405): Regis meets Cahir on the doorsteps to Kaer Morhen just before the rain starts pouring down. (alt. Monster friend)
Blue (Words 200): Geralt spots something in a meadow. Something that is impossible to exist. (3. Dragon, alt. Monster friend)
Dreaming of Unicorns: Fanart (18. Unicorn)
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Older works fitting the prompts:
5. Ghoul, alt. Growl, Run, Blood-curdling cry : Of Monsters and Moonshine
9. Something wicked in the water, Bubbles, 12. Puncture wound: And quietly lay the frozen lake
14. Scary scratching, alt. Hide: That Scratching
26. Grim Giants: The White Death
31. Cave creature / Barbegazi: Of cavern conversations and mountain monsters
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