#hehehe i love this yennefer

[cosmos-coma]

Sick Days- Yennefer

A/N: I just had to write for one of our favorite ladies! Otherwise I would feel like a bad bisexual lol. Hope you all like our lovely and slightly possessive Yennefer. (And yes I am still sick. RIP me)

Pairing: Yennefer x Reader

Words: ~1k

Summary: Yennefer always worries about you so she’s adamant about helping you when you fall ill.

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Usually, Yennefer didn’t like you visiting her at work in the kingdom, opting instead to portal to you wherever you were. However, when she found out that you had suddenly fallen Ill rather she brought you back with her right away so she could keep a close eye on your condition. She had settled you in her own room in the tower, private and away from all the political unrest downstairs. 

“It's not that bad, Yen… I swear,” you mumbled as you weakly went to shoo her hand away. Your fever had overtaken you late last night and just sapped everything out of you. Your body was warm, sweaty, weak, and just having a bad time through and through.

“Y/n, if you’re going to argue that, you have to be able to see only one of me first,” She said with a small smile as she felt your forehead, ignoring your waving hand. 

“I can see one… and a half…” you said, closing your eyes and sighing tiredly. “I’m just tired, I’ve been too warm to sleep lately.”

“I know, my Love….” Her long delicate fingers, wonderfully cool against your skin, traced up and down your arm and shoulder. “I'm gonna get something set up to help you, okay? Try to rest for a few more minutes….” She instructed and pressed a quick kiss against your forehead before standing up to start putting things together. 

Your mind let you fade into a light sleep while Yennefer worked quietly and made sure no one in the entire castle could bother you, not even the king himself. After about an hour though you woke up again, your sheets sticking uncomfortably to your skin and your throat aching for water.

“Yen..?” you called out as you sat up, looking around the ornately decorated room. When no one responded you slowly put your legs over the edge of the bed and got yourself up, your sleep giving you a bit of a second wind. You stood in front of the window for a minute, letting the breeze cool your naked skin as you let out a soft sigh of relief. 

“Y/N?” You heard Yennefer call from the adjoining bathroom, “come on in, I’m just finished.” 

Your quiet feet padded over towards the bathroom and peeked inside. There you saw Yennefer leaning over the copper bathtub, pouring a bottle of dark purple liquid into it that swirled and mixed with the water inside. 

“Yen, I don’t know if I’m cooled off enough for a hot bath…” You said trepidatiously as you entered, but if she thought it was best you figured you could at least try it….

The smile that graced her expression held a small amount of mischief as she took in your naked form coming closer. “Mmm, My Lovesome Y/N…” she hummed out happily, taking your wrist in a subtly possessive manner just to keep you close. “Don’t you worry, It’s a cool bath. I also added something that should help break your fever and hopefully make you feel better by the end of the day” 

Her fingers swirled lazily in the water, further mixing in the potion and inviting you inside, not that you need much of an invitation. You took her hand for stability and stepped inside, sinking into the cool water as it slowly rose towards the brim. 

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan as relief flooded your senses, the cool water combined with the slight bubbly feeling the potion provided left your body’s tension slipping away. “Oh, Yen…” You breathed and looked over at her, your head leaning on the edge of the tub.

Her mischievous but loving smile grew as she watched you, “Don’t go saying my name like that, Love,  or I’m only gonna wind up heating you up again…” She spoke with a low voice and fished your hand out of the tub to press it against her cheek. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I was beginning to grow worried…” 

Your thumb stroked over her cheek in delicate wet streaks as an easy smile came over you. “I know, Dear. You always worry.” a light laugh rippled through you, but Yen’s expression didn’t change. 

“Yen…” you sighed and she leaned further into your touch, avoiding the conversation. “I know you’re worried, and it doesn't help that you’ve been busier than usual the last few days, but I’m still here and so are you and I know that with you everything is going to be just fine…” You smiled a bit, turning her face to look more directly at you. 

Yen bit her lip as your words permeated, her shoulders loosening to an actually relaxed state.”You know how I like those sappy words…” She commented and set your hand down to get up and move to a spot just behind you. “I love you Y/N…” She whispered into your ear, afraid to let the world hear her- lest it decides to take you away. 

Her hands lovingly ran over your shoulders, fingers pressing and smoothing over your skin with a confident touch. “Now let me take care of you for a little while. We’ll cool you down, and then we can see about wearing you out for another nap,” she whispered again, her confident and wanting personality coming back from its pause of vulnerability. And as her hands now ran down your chest and into the cool water with you, you began to feel warm all over again.

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[critter-rarepair-reccs]

Hello and happy Friday to you all! Midway through May now and this week we have mighty list for you all; twenty-one fics that feature a variety of different and unique AUs! As always, you can find them below the cut and if you check any of them out, I encourage you to leave kudoes and comments to spread the rarepair love 💕

The Changeling by maybetwice (5,899 words, Teen) Pairing: Queerplatonic Fearne Calloway/Orym Warnings: None

Orym is given to the feywild as a child, and grows up as a changeling in the service of Morrigan, companion to Fearne. Its so funnn, the speculative feywild and its politics (pre canon-Morri), Orym's desparate grip on his identity, and how things change and shift, Fearne trying to help but not quite understanding

Reccer Says: The characterization *chefs kiss, the world building, its very fun. Atmospheric, fairy tail esque? The sworn oaths and loyalty *chefs kiss chefs kiss, you love to see it every time. And! It's part of a series!!! So there's more >:D

your touch's so sweet (throw me in the water) by quinn_of_aebradore (1,872 words, Teen) Pairing: Fjord/Caleb Widogast (Widofjord)

Evil AU polyam, Bren visits Fjord for the night and they discuss things (and also have a fun night)

Reccer Says: Sexy evil au brain go brrrrrrrr

steady lodged between beast and god by Junkyard_Rose (6,737 words, Mature) Pairing: Lucien Tavelle/Essek Thelyss (Luciessek) Warnings: Suicidal ideation (first half)

After cognouza, Lucien is the one who comes back. The M9 leave him with Essek, who convinces Lucien to (take a second chance) work as his bodyguard. They sort of start to figure things out

Reccer Says: Its kind of a little Lucien's worst nightmare, but also a soft third(?) beginning? Essek trying to be the mirror that Caleb was, and extending the hand, and Lucien is taking it, extremely brrrrrrrr

Shame on a martyr claiming friends by thought (1,641 words, Teen) Pairing: Dorian Storm/Verin Thelyss Warnings: None

Crack played straight, arranged marriage between two second sons who have older, overshadowing brothers, and a desire to carve out a place outside their family's expectations (heheh)

Reccer Says: Its just fun! And honestly, yeah? Yeah! They have a lot of common ground on siblings and their desires to prove themselves to their family's legacies. Also sharing the wish to sidle out of a very awkward room lol

first bloom by flappingduster (3,484 words, Teen) Pairing: Queerplatonic Beauregard Lionett/Essek Thelyss Warnings: None

Essek and Beau are together (romantic) but then they figure things out at separate, but are still close friends (qpr). Essek has complicated feelings when Beau asks for dating advice for a girl she's met

Reccer Says: Complicated Relationship and Feelings brrr

a home where my heart is by DesertLily (1,252 words, Teen) Pairing: Jester Lavorre/Beauregard Lionett (Beaujes) Warnings: None

Jester sends Beau a text asking her out. Beau over analyzes it and goes to Fjord for advice.

Reccer Says: Very cute!!! Beau is a disaster and I love her.

this is a promise (with a catch) by Anonymous (42,357 words, Explicit) Pairing: Orym/Dorian Storm/Will (Dorymwill) Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Orym and Will are together in an alpha/alpha relationship. It’s perfect, except that Orym’s ruts are difficult and he can’t stand to be around Will during them. And then, set up by Fearne, Orym mets Dorian, an omega in need of a heat partner, and things spiral out from there.

Reccer Says: The sex is hot, the relationships are so wonderful and sweet, the world feels so real around them, and the twist at the end is incredible.

burn, scourger, burn by Anonymous (1,362 words, Teen) Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf/Essek Thelyss (Shadowmauk) Warnings: None

Witcher AU, Essek is Yennefer, Molly is Jaskier, and they both have been cast aside by Caleb as Geralt. Allied with Astrid and Wulf, Essek seeks out allies and finds himself watching one of Molly’s performances.

Reccer Says: It’s such a brilliant AU in so few words, the history built perfectly in that small space. The emotion, the layers of it, are so delicious.

warm, unalone (come settle down) by Meridas (20,811 words, Teen) Pairing: Queerplatonic Mollymauk Tealeaf/Yasha Nydoorin Warnings: None

A modern AU in which queerplatonic partners Molly and Yasha move to Zadash to start a soft, domestic life.

Reccer Says: Truly one of the sweetest, fluffiest series out there. QPP Circus Kids are soooo important to me and this series is a large reason for that. You can FEEL the love between Molly and Yasha, the depth to which they care about and for each other. It’s just. So so tender. Also! Baby the Cat beloved. And a very nice side of Widomauk fluff!!!

Something Happened On The Way To Heaven by SweetSilentSteps (24,014 words, Explicit) Pairing: Orym/Dorian Storm/Will (Dorymwill) Warnings: Minor Depictions of Violence

A retelling of Ladyhawke (1985), featuring Orym/Will as the cursed couple and Dorian as the jail escapee.

Reccer Says: Absolutely amazing character voices! It's such a fun read! I enjoy this more than the original movie.

(sing another) song for the lost ones by elanoides (21,453 words, Teen) Pairing: Fjord/Caleb Widogast (Widofjord) Warnings: None

Fjord crashes in a small seaside town, meets The Mighty Nein, and finds he isn't lonely anymore.

Reccer Says: This is such a cozy comfort read for me. 10/10.

Advanced Book (And Heart) Stealing by Attila (2,776 words, Teen) Pairing: Kima/Allura Vysoren (Kimallura) Warnings: None

The first time Allura checks out a book Kima needs for her thesis is an accident. The second, not so much.

Reccer Says: This is a hilarious story with fantastic character voices and several laugh out loud moments! Also very cute.

a hundred years still in my pocket by burningafterdark (3,360 words, Explicit) Pairing: Fjord/Caleb Widogast (Widofjord) Warnings: None

Fjord and Caleb have sex in Caleb's office.

Reccer Says: I love the post-canon vibes, I love how the established background Polynein colors their conversation, I love how comfortable the two feel together. It's also just well written sex!

Shut Up And Take My Money by Attila (14,024 words, Teen) Pairing: Jarrett Howarth/Vex'ahlia Warnings: Descriptions of blood, off-screen violence, off-screen healing of a gun shot wound

Vex needs to hire someone for the (money laundering) coffee shop. Jarett is a perfect fit - and attractive to boot. The question remains: is he a fed?

Reccer Says: This fic is hilarious! It feels like Vox Machina!

Spitfire by kitthekazoo (1,352 words, General) Pairing: Scanlan Shorthalt/Vax'ildan (Vaxlan) Warnings: None

Vax meets Kaylie, Scanlan's 8 year old daughter.

Reccer Says: Lovely!

teakettle love (i'd do anything) by redhoods (6,360 words, Explicit) Pairing: Fjord/Caleb Widogast (Widofjord) Warnings: None

Fjord takes care of Caleb when Caleb forgets to take care of himself.

Reccer Says: It's so soft........ such lovely character voices!

houses, homes by Ffwydriad (2,414 words, Teen) Pairing: Yeza Brenatto/Veth Brenatto/Caleb Widogast Warnings: Implied off-screen transphobia, homelessness

Caleb and Veth are on the streets together, and then move in with Yeza.

Reccer Says: I really enjoy trans!Veth and how the Caleb/Veth/Yeza relationship builds!

and coffee the morning after by impossibletruths (2,546 words, General) Pairing: Keyleth/Pike Trickfoot (Pikeleth) Warnings: Blood*

Keyleth and Pike meet in their apartment building's laundry room. Their relationship builds from there.

Reccer Says: It's so cute! It just feels lovely!

*Keyleth meets Pike when Pike's scrubs have blood on them.

it starts with an earthquake by impossibletruths (13,520 words, Teen) Pairings: Percy de Rolo/Pike Trickfoot/Vex'ahlia, Kima/Allura Vysoren (Kimallura) Warnings: None

Vox Machina's Conclave Arc, but make it post-apocalyptic.

Reccer Says: Absolutely amazing character studies, great plot, and a wonderful way of making things feel hopeful even in the apocalypse.

Free as the birds that fly with weightless souls by impossibletruths (5,643 words, Teen) Pairing: Keyleth/Kashaw Vesh (Kashleth) Warnings: Prominent themes of grief and mourning

Keyleth and Kashaw fall in love during their art collaboration.

Reccer Says: Beautiful.

End Racism in the OTW; you and me and some l-o-v-e (all good things come in threes) by mischiefseven (8,594 words, Teen) Pairing: Shaun Gilmore/Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Vaxlethmore) Warnings: Off-screen violence, aftermath of violence

Vax finds Gilmore's Glorious Goods and finds himself in love with both Keyleth and Gilmore.

Reccer Says: This is one of my favorite fics of all time. I highly recommend it!

Thank you for joining us this week’s recc list! All the love to everyone who submitted a fic 💕 All enclosed recommendations were submitted by the community via our submissions form, which you can find here. All fic information is as it was provided by the reccer, so it may not be accurate to the author’s intent or the precise contents of the fic itself. Please assume good intent from all parties 💕

Submissions for next week’s list are already open! We’ll be featuring Hurt/Comfort. If you have any you’d like to highlight, you can send them in here. The week after that, the theme is PC x NPC and the weeks after that we’re taking recommendations for Proposals & Marriages and Oneshots! Submissions for all of these themes are currently open.

If you want more rarepair fic, check out @cr-summer-wildflowers and their event collections on ao3! If you want some friendship after all this romance, take a look at @critter-genfic-events and their recc lists! And if you’re interested in everyone’s favorite wizards, you can’t go wrong with the lists at @aeor-is-for-reccing !

Thanks all and have a lovely day/night/timezone! 💕

[wren-of-the-woods]

True Slug's Kiss sounds absolutely hilarious XD please i need to know more

Hehehe thank you for asking! This is a silly little AU that's been floating around in the back of my head for years that I finally finished a few days ago. It involves on one of my favorite creatures: the banana slug! Snippet under the cut :D

“I believe he’s been turned into a giant version of something called a banana slug,” Yennefer told him over wine that evening, after having concluded her research. “They live mainly in the wet forests by the coast to the north. Normally, they’re only about six inches long.”

“That’s still unsettlingly large for a slug.”

Yennefer shrugged. “Anyway, it was probably caused by an old magic item he happened across in the ruins, one that had broken over the years to curse anyone who came near it.”

“Do you think you can undo it?”

“I can’t undo it directly. It’s too old. But I do know the cure.”

“What is it?” 

“It’s old, just as the magic is. It’s hardly used nowadays, but it’s effective.”

“Get to the point,” said Jaskier. He thought she looked like she was enjoying this far too much. It was suspicious.

“It’s true love’s kiss.”

From this ask game!

[nopekaat]

UHMMM HELLO PRECIOUS HEART

saw that you wouldn't mind random questions so here are mine 🥰

what your favorite otps in witcher? 👀 fave fics on them??

how did you get in this fandom?

ANDDD adore your art, ur art style is AMAZING love ya bye <3

✨Hellooooooo ✨

Thanks a lot for it hehe :’)

My favourite otps are Geralt/Yennefer (1), Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier (2) but especially because of the show hehe 😉 and on the same level : Geralt/Jaskier only and Geralt/Regis !

Since I’m still reading the books I don’t read any fanfic ! The incapacity to read multiples thing at the same time is huge 😭 same for games or series hehehe

I got into the fandom in 2016 when the game came ! It’s one of the first rpg game I played in my life and it was love at first sight hehe 🫢 so since then I’m obsessed with it !!

And THANK YOU SO MUCH HEHE 😭♥️ I saw your likes and reblogs hehe it means a lot !!!

[witchersgoldenbard]

The Sandpiper

She doesn’t sleep. Every time she so much as closes her eyes, the world is on fire. She’s screaming. She’s dying. And everyone else along with her. Always ending with a racing heart and the feeling of all-consuming terror when she wakes. Alone. The very walls of the room mock her for it, but she is helpless where she lies, chest heaving, heart racing, tears falling.

The most powerful mage of the Continent, yet nothing more than a pathetic sorceress tortured by guilt and memories.

Yennefer doesn’t sleep, no. There are moans and whimpers, cries and screams echoing through the keep, reminding her of the pain. The darkness. The fire. She tries not to lose her mind along with the slumber, tries to ignore the ever-present fear of losing her chaos again.

She tries very hard, too. Sometimes she fails and falls apart in her room, alone, gasping for breath until it doesn’t taste like heavy smoke anymore. But those nights, the little spectre of a sandpiper she conjured, made of chaos and gentle blue light, keeps her company and reminds her of the things she has. Can have. Could have.

The spectre is always there, a steady companion for comfort that always warms her despite the absence of fires in her room. It may weaken her to keep it there, now that even the tiniest bit of magic is already too much for her. But if she has learned one thing in the past few weeks, it’s that some weaknesses are welcome. Some weaknesses are the gateway to impossible strength.

So she keeps the sandpiper where it’s currently sitting on her blanket in her lap, looking up at her with curiosity, and she tries to ignore the implications of the fondness that spreads in her chest as she meets the curious gaze. A silly little bird. But a beacon of hope no less.

She talks to it as her eyes get heavy with exhaustion and the weight of unwelcome memories. The spectre listens, flits about her excitedly when she makes a joke or drops a sarcastic comment about a certain witcher, and when Yennefer feels too weak to speak to it anymore, the sandpiper begins to sing.

Some might call it a pathetic picture she has painted for herself. The most powerful mage of the Continent, conjuring up a creature of light to keep her sane, to give her the vaguest sensation of comfort.

But until Yennefer has the strength to admit to herself what it all means, until she can allow herself to understand why she chose the sandpiper of all things, and what she would love to choose instead, well. It will do to make the nights less lonely, her heart less painful, and her smile more sincere.

This sandpiper of light on her bed, gently trilling his songs to her. The other in her heart, on her mind, singing his own songs to himself in the room next to hers. Both of them make her smile.

[witcherheadcanons]

Happy Corvo Bianco Headcanons

Written by the lovely @bucketofbarnes

@panur asked: Please some happy corvo bianco headcanons, especially including Barnabas-Basil and Marlene!  

Geralt hangs the picture of young Ciri in the guest room. She gives Geralt hell for it but actually finds it a little bit sweet. Not that she’ll ever admit it.

B.B. walked in on Geralt and Yen before. They expected him to freak out. He wasn’t even fazed.

The kids in the vineyard love Roach and keep sneaking her treats. Geralt pretends not to notice.

The people in the vineyard quickly grow to respect Geralt. They spent some time working in a vineyard that was falling apart and losing business and then along comes this Witcher who makes the place beautiful and gives them a chance to bring money in again. He treats the workers with respect and is great with the kids that also live in the vineyard. The workers are glad to see that someone took the effort to breathe life into the vineyard again. Any negative thoughts they had about Witchers are quickly dismissed.

Marlene eventually finds out that Witchers eat a lot more than your average individual, and that Geralt sometimes eats less than he needs to in order to seem normal. She starts making his favourites and hinting that she put a lot of work into the food so that Geralt can’t bring himself to refuse.

Yennefer secretly buys her a bunch of flowers for her making her Witcher look so healthy.

Geralt lies in the grass next to Yennefer’s couch. She reads him the most ridiculous lines from her shitty romance novels. They occasionally stay outside until it's dark to gaze at the stars together.

Eskel brings his goat with him to Corvo Bianco. She and Roach share the stables and cuddle up together at night. He’ll never admit that he finds it adorable.

Lambert visits and spends 2 whole days mocking Geralt for going soft since he lives in an actual house with a comfy bed now. He stops after Marlene smacks him on the knuckles with her wooden spoon. Hard. He now avoids the kitchen.

Corvo Bianco is one of the few places that Geralt has found that he actually feels safe sleeping in.

Dandelion comes to visit and a knight spots him. The knight almost takes him to the Empress, however, Geralt comes to the rescue by claiming that he’s not Dandelion because he can’t even sing. Dandelion is crying internally as he’s forced to sing terribly. He doesn’t talk to Geralt for the rest of the day.

Zoltan claims that he hates wine before he comes to the vineyard. After his first taste of Corvo Bianco wine he quickly shuts up. A whole case of it mysteriously goes missing during the night. 

[penny-anna]

Ciri had allowed herself to forget, in the bright daylight, in talking with Jaskier – who seemed so normal – just how alarming they all were.

Geralt, gaunt, damp as if he’d just come out of the rain, a touch of blood in his white hair the only spot of colour on him; Yennefer, dressed head to toe in black, with piercing eyes and with a wild, hungry look to her; and Jaskier, smiling at her so sweetly, looking almost ordinary but with blood soaking into his clothes and smeared across his hands and dripping horribly from the corner of his mouth.

They were, all three of them, quite ummistakeably dead.

“I’ve been thinking,” said Ciri. “And I think you’re going to have to leave.”

She wasn’t really sure what reaction she’d expected to that. She’d expected some resistance – expected them to argue. She’d rehearsed this conversation in her head and imagined herself explaining all the reasons they couldn’t stay, and them seeing that she was right.

Jaskier’s eyebrows went up. Shifting on the chaise longue, Yennefer turned and gave him what was probably a significant look over her shoulder. Neither of them said anything.

Geralt said to Jaskier, “you didn’t tell her?”

Spreading his hands, Jaskier said, “I thought it was obvious.”

“What’s obvious?” said Ciri. “You can’t stay here. We live here now.”

“We can’t leave, Ciri,” said Yennefer, kindly enough that it almost made up for how foolish she suddenly felt. “We’re ghosts.”

“You haunt the place where you died,” said Jaskier. “Do people – do people not talk about ghosts any more? When I was alive this was all common knowledge.”

“People don’t really believe in ghosts any more,” said Ciri. “Or, well, people do. But no-one I know does. And people say all sorts of dumb things about ghosts. They can’t all be true.”

Dejected, she threw herself down in an arm chair.

“Most of them aren’t true,” said Jaskier. “In my experience.”

“I can’t tell my grandmother and Eist about you,” said Ciri. “They won’t believe me. And they don’t want to leave. They love this house. For some reason. So I’m stuck here, with a bunch of real actual ghosts.”

heheh it took me the best part of 2 years but i finished this!! its based loosely on BBC Ghosts and its about Yennefer & Jaskier & Geralt all being ghosts and Ciri, who due to an unfortunate accident can see ghosts. Yennskier (w some Geraskefer). approx 38k. coming to ao3 at some point in 5 chapters.

[dukeofdogs]

Gwent: The Witcher Card Game | Shupe Event 2022 | Avatars

"Uman see picture? It bestest in Shupe’s collection. It show Gerard, man-witch. Gerard wham-bang-smash all monsters like Shupe smash barrels! Hehehe. And Gerard love gwentycards! Buy many kegsies from Shupe. Very perfect customer!" 

"Shupe see uman sell pictures. Other umans no want buy not one. Say pictures ugly. Shupe look and go “hahaha!” so hard his stomach ache get! Shupe like silly pictures much. Shupe know market bad for small business. Shupe's business big so Shupe help. Buy all pictures. Uman happy, Shupe happy! Shupe only hope ache in stomach go away soon..."

Geralt, Ciri, Vesemir and Triss were added during this event, Yennefer was included in her journey in 2021 (I put her here for fun). All the pictures appear on Beggar card by Daniel Valasis.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

The more I’m reading the books, playing the games, and watching the series (both the old and the Netflix one), I’m becoming more and more sure that no one in the Witcher is actually straight nor monogamous.

To elaborate, as prime 4 examples, you have your:

Local slut™️: Geralt in his natural habitat; fucked legions of women (in each media) and OH MY GOD HIS IN-BOOK DIALOGUE WITH JASKIER??? AND OTHER MEN??? HELLO??? EVEN IN SERIES 2 GERALT IS EYEING JASKIER IN THE POND LIKE: 👀. Go ahead and pull out your weak "but it happened over several years, smh" excuse. I'm ready for a fight.

Theater queer™️: Jaskier is all over the fucking place, being the chaotic bi disaster I am in real life. It was also pointed out by Joey that he genuinely falls in love with whoever is in front of him; so it doesn’t really matter if it’s Yennefer, Geralt, a peasant, an innkeeper's daughter, or any of the witchers; he’ll go 😍. And, he also fucked legions of women (both married and single) in each media he made an appearance in. He even TELLS Geralt in The Sword of Destiny that he has multiple mistresses and fiances all over the Continent. Wagwan my dude, what's good my g? A manwhore.

Dark emo edgy witch™️: Aight listen, we saw Yen flirting and being actively attracted to/in love (call it what you will) with random people throughout the series itself - book counterpart is all over Istredd in the 'Shard of Ice' short story and openly tells Geralt she been fucking him the entire time they resided in Aedd Gynvael. AND SHE JUST FUCKING GOES HEHEHE 😈 WHEN THE YOUNG ARETHUSA STUDENT TELLS HER “Gods, you’re pretty”, major overall bi/queer vibes, 10/10.

Elven child that goes AAAAAaaA™️: MY GOLDEN BABY. Ciri is a designed queer mess wherever she is, let it be in games, books or series. GO, MY TOMBOY QUEEN, KICK ALL THEM WITCHER ASSES. Openly bisexual queen, we stan those.

To conclude this TedX talk... Andrzej, buddy, listen - I, as a Slav myself, know that we’re all about sex and homo (from a personal experience, more than 75% women I know had a homoerotic relationship, including my mom, her friends and my GRANDMA and more 30% men are likely to say that they have some kind of homoerotic experience - no fucking cap) but BUDDY: WE’RE NOT THAT DOWN BAD, YOU DID US DIRTY DAWG.

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Witcher of the Night (Chapter 20.1)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

DOUBLE UPDATE FOR A WEEK Y’ALL! MWAH MWAH! PLEASE DO LEAVE A FEEDBACK BEFORE YOU GO---OR MAYBE A REBLOG WILL BE NICE FOR MY EFFORT. Hehehe. Thank y’all!

CHAPTER 20

WOTN MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Sometimes other people's stories were actually not just a tale of fantasies when the protagonist in the story can't even give you an answer to soothe your insecurity, curiosity and fear over being alone in a dimension you didn't belong in.

Warnings: Soft, touchy and caring Geralt. Insecure and anxious reader. Brooding witcher. Baths with the witcher? Mention of Yennefer. Nudity. Angst. Geralt being too blunt and saying...things. Heh. Don't hate him later please? 😥😘 Mention of Parallel Universe. Doppelganger. Ingrith is just a character I made up, alright? she ain't a part of Yennefer's story in the games, books or show. 

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"Will you tell me why you are utterly cranky all of a sudden?"

Face to face with the rim of the wooden bath, you've had your knotted brows in a twist. Pout oh-so-long that Geralt knew as he sat behind you, seeking answers for your upset state. He'd gotten you out of your clothes; forcefully must you say. Earning a glare from him as he was peeling your clothes away like he was caring for his sick, pouty child.

No complaints were accepted as he'd given you the idea to care for your wounds in the tub. Downright secretive about wanting to feel the comfort of your nudity grazing against his without any monkey business going on.

The witcher has received constant grumbles and whines of protests as he poured the potent medicine that evaporated through the fresh wounds; painful enough for you to shriek while his arm surrounding your waist tightened with every whimper of your sobbing self; shushing your cries with a soft coo of his endearment on your ear and the feathery nuzzle of his nose against that tiny spot behind your ear while he soothes your pains.

They've fully had injured your back with more than just wallops. He'd knew by the looks of the lesions, the people in the castle has even burnt your skin with metal; scorching metal that has given you scars that would forever haunt oneself. The mere thought tormenting him by their brutal punishments; keeping him all in wonder when he has never received any violent retorts and schemes from you as they did everything in their willpower to strike a hand. Your submission making the witcher glower behind as Geralt caught sight of such deep wounds whilst taking off the gauze; seeing blood seeping out of the healing skin as it was a sign that he really and badly needed to treat your body.

Sobs were emitted while he watched your wounds dry from the potion he'd mix, receiving kisses on the cold, sweating nape of yours every now and then. A gesture that Geralt started doing when you were shrieking in the midst of being poured by such elixir while you felt his breath on your skin. Sweetly kissing through your pain and lowly humming that you were going to be okay and you've been good.

It felt like all the energy downed on you after he'd stop and was done pouring the elixir everywhere around your body. The warm water lining on your chest turned colder when you've slowly leaned your back on Geralt, hissing from the soreness but actually ending up loving the warmth that he could only give while he kept his burly arm around you, your lips still in a pout while staring at the bed from the far corner of the room; basking in the witcher's silence before he asked.

His question gotten you unready for an honest answer as he bluntly shot the query out, planning to resolve the problem with you in the best way that he thought. Being forthright.

"Hmm." you hummed back in displeasure, sounding exactly the same like how he does.

The corner of his lips lifted in a small smirk, his voice vibrating at the back of your head and against his chest. The buzz keeping you calm and at ease rather than being alone in the castle when he haven't arrived yet. Your anxiety giving you such trauma that made you want to sob again.

But, Geralt's distraction to stifle your cries has technically been useful when he felt you sigh again, watching your face from above and behind to see a frown etching to grow. He heedlessly fetched a cup of water with the palm of his hand, delicately pouring your cheek with water as he gruffly quipped.

"That's my line. Not yours, Midget."

Geralt repeated his gestures with you, lightly damping your hair with water as he gently brushed your tousled wet hair with the spaces of his fingers, keeping them light and comforting which made you lean back a lot more, accepting his gentleness after being physically whacked in harsh moments prior before he came around---your purpose of being upset has now been forgotten by his unfamiliar gestures that was tickling your spine with ants racing on your skin because of how his actions was giving you cavity. A sweet tooth.

Just being held so softly felt good in real life---you didn't know how comforting it feels even back in earth, but right now was just the right time to feel how you would yearn for it when Geralt wouldn't be around.

"I told you, before I even realized that you were important to me was after you've made a wish to the Djinn."

Your swollen cheek fell on the skin of his biceps; sighing while you stared out of nowhere and finally held onto his arm surrounding your waist, keeping you still and steady in his arms. His nudity becoming not much of a problem for you now because it was an experience that you could never forget; eventually having the privilege in familiarizing his body just like how a lover does while he did the same to you.

Though, his imperfect beauty could still get you blushing nevertheless as he liked seeing yours no matter how insecure you get---but he seemed to admire your nakedness a lot which he received with a 'men versus boobs' explanation that his kind of gender would always love the idea of breasts no matter how big or small as the same goes for a vagina.

You'd received a pleased hum after that and also some horny witcher begging and trying his best to get your clothes off in his sneaky techniques.

"I know. I'm sorry I was cranky, Geralt."

The white wet-haired witcher pursed his lips, looking down at your face as you've felt his gaze heavy while he calmly spoke.

"It's...alright. But, must it be for Eanraig to see and hear?"

You've given him another sincere, sweet and soft apology. Caressing your thumb over the top of his scarred hand which was under the waters and he'd let you graze over the tiniest marks on his fingers and palms, swaying under the bath water. Breathing calm and collected while he stayed in bath with you; cherishing such moment again that could get his chest feeling the lightest out of all the times he lived in the continent; more freeing to than the one he had with a particular sorceress whom he had also been connected with; via Djinn.

His free hand lifted away from leaning onto the edge of the tub, reaching down to sweep your hair to the side. Clearing the space on your neck and such wounds from the shoulder blades, others being a scar from his potent medicine that he has poured.

"I remembered your skin clearly in the back of my head. Thoroughly silk like a bairn's bum,"

He paused, prolonging the silence as he gently danced his fingers on the skin of your shoulders; too tender that it began to lick your spine, igniting the tiniest shiver when you've felt the soft, warm feathery feeling of his lips giving your painted shoulder a peck of his specific comfort that he only gives to people who have turned his world a much better place than how much of a hell it has been.

"Now, you are scarred." Geralt grumbled against your skin, giving one last kiss and making everything all worth while as he was still around. Continuously denouncing what they've done to his family---even beating Jaskier to pulp.

"---They've...turned you like me,"

You've slightly turned your head to see his amber eyes withdrawn from reality. Thoughts probably plaguing his mind while he scowled. A simple purse of your lips, suggesting to receive a small, quick buss has Geralt dipping his head down to sweetly smack your lips to his, letting him feel that you were there; finally there with him physically and he didn't need to worry.

Thus, it was just like that. Geralt and his presence, including such soft gestures that you rarely receive nor see that he does for anyone and a soundly kiss has let the upset feelings go away, simply just like that.

Even though, he has never confessed any love yet---this was forging you both to understand what connection you have for each other. Though, clearly unspecific and undistinguished. Or was this his type of love? a love never needed to be told for it can be felt?

The question here, does he even love you? was this love?

Partially turning around in his arms to see him gazing back at you, Geralt seemed to be nonplussed and introverted with his thoughts. Keeping words to himself while he was giving you a solemn frown of his face, examining your swollen eye that you tried pulling him out of his regret and blames with a quirky tone of your voice; sounding like nothing has happened to you nor have you been battered to bruising limbs.

"When are you going to leave?"

"After I take care of you, midget." he deeply murmured, watching you like a hawk with golden eyes as the candle light was making his eyes glow prettier than usual. You grabbed a handful amount of water with your palms, arms sore as you reached up to pour water on his face that surely gotten a deep, complain of his humming when it made him close his eyes from the uninvited rainfalls of liquid.

The fading colored grime has been softly scrubbed off by the pad of your damp thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. His gaze was utmost heavy, shooting you a warm, loving sensation on your chest; surrounding the fading Cicatrix that somehow turned insipid after the nights before with the witcher.

You couldn't help but notice his grouching and grumpy self as he scanned your face with an affectionate flicker in his amber that made you tut. The gentleness you were giving was a thorough unfamiliar feeling he always received from you despite of your negative characteristics---though, he doesn't mind it at all---sometimes, he does but that was beyond the point when he felt comfort from you and aspire to give it back despite of not knowing what and how comfort is to a witcher.

"Stop being such a wild cat---Let me guess, you haven't gotten to have your nap again?"

Geralt huffed out a breath of complaint. A short, low growl that made you giggle quickly when you wiped his face with your fingers; playfully glaring at how you were bathing him.

"When did I ever?"

"It seems like you haven't had it last night again---Stop scowling like you want to strangle me," you lightly poked the dimples of his nose that got him deeply growling his protests. His expressions completely emotionless as he turned his face to avoid your play-time; considering on biting your fingers off to stop annoying the heck out of him.

Howbeit, Geralt went on in silently letting you touch his face. Mesmerized by how his scars really never affected his beauty and probably added perfection over his gorgeousness. The witcher mutely let you trace the bridge of his nose and the scars on his face whilst intently staring at your face in return.

"---Until you came along," he surprisingly continued the topic, never breaking his gaze as he'd seen you lean closer to his face. The tangy scent he was familiar in recognizing from you, mixing with the medicine on your skin. Yet, it didn't stop him to wait for what you had in mind. Your bruised, healing lips brushing against his that made both of your chests tingly for over such sweet intimacy that you've both eventually become accustomed with.

Geralt pursed his lips for your thirsts to calm down; such desperate feeling that both parties yearned for. A twee, syrupy connection of your lips on his---a kiss that made warmth spread through you like an angel's halo trying to make you holy and worth for his affections.

Men in your world will certainly not impress you anymore. Geralt of Rivia has raised the bars of what men should be---he'd ruined the normality of what you expected from such gender because you believed that they may not reach the level of what you've felt for him.

Love as you may see now.

But, it can be quite blurry of a picture for a future that you do not hold or knew how it'll be for the both of you because you've teleported as a miracle that nobody expected to receive.

"If I---If I die---" your pessimist self started to run your mouth over Geralt. Yet, he was quick to cut you off with a sullen chide and an avoidance of your gaze with a grumpy sigh.

"Stop. Don't." he groused with the mouth ends pulled down, "---You're not going to die,"

"What if I do?"

His eyes turned penetrating as if he wanted to tell how much you are wrong about that argument. Those cat-eyes of his; sharp and making a stand for the idea he didn't want to accept.

"I will never let that happen. They can have me hunt down whatever they want, even slice a throat of a nobleman or a monster but I will never let anything happen to you,"

The witcher gently scooped water with a palm of his hand, pouring them over your face. Coming forth with a scrub of it as he shoved his large palm that made you shriek against his hold while he lightly scoured your face as a gesture to clean you more inside the bath; avoiding your healing bruises.

"---I don't want to hear that again while I give you a bath,"

Darkness suddenly turned into seeing Geralt's stony stare after being suffocated by his hand that was suddenly shoved on your face, "I'm sorry," you immediately tried to woo over his vexation, your face wet from the bath water he tried to rinse you in, an involuntary response of your arms slipping around his bare waist shocked your consciousness because of how touchy-feely you've become around him.

The latter welcomed your apology and touches, humming in appeasement for your quick sorry; knowing your way with him and reading that he could not tolerate such physical-contact from you without liking the feel of your skin, you've leaned your body more to him---your naked chests flushed together that got him curling his lips in a small smile whilst feeling your forehead fall on the side of his neck, nuzzling with an apology.

"I-I didn't mean to upset you,"

Quietude embraced you both. Sitting in a tub. Entirely bare for each other to see but it was so wholesome for the betterment of your relationship with him; nurturing what understanding you both have for each other, not entirely specific nor knowing what it is. As a matter of fact, you do know what you felt for him, but not the other way around.

"She..She isn't a queen in my world,"

Bamboozle screamed inside his eyes for your statement, his fingers gliding along the small of your back under the waters as he hummed in curiosity.

"Hmm?"

You've remember the time that the queen has visited your cell. Retched between the hatch of the door came in view was your kind boss who wore the finest set of golden, silk, long gown with rich trimmings. She stopped by to check on your victimized state with a glaze of ignorance in her eyes. She didn't care for your condition because if so, she wouldn't have left the slammer with a quiet scoff.

Out of all the people who could turn out evil was a queen in Geralt's world and a boss you've highly given respect to.

Nonetheless, in this world; it seemed to be like the opposite personalities of how people had been in your world.

"Your queen. Queen Makeda. She's named Angela Cincinnati. The boss of mine who also works in the pizza parlor that I'm in,"

Geralt has leaned back on the edge of the tub in a relaxed posture, lifting his other hand every now and then to pour water on your hair that tickled your insides because of how cold the water has been already. His warmth being your therapy while thinking such hypothetical answers for what mysteries that the continent has been giving you. Jotting down possibilities that a typical earthling could try to guess like they were watching a very interesting movie.

"Does this mean I have someone who looks like me in this world too?" pause. "---Does she have a better life than me?"

Your witcher cocked his head to the side as he was in deep thought over the woman who looked like you. His mouth opening and closing for whatever shit he wanted to say because Savia has been the person who ruined your future by creating such crimes being pointed at you because you looked like her twin.

"Worse. I can say that you had a better life than her and also complicated yours at the same time," he gravely informed.

"My doppelganger then? have you already seen her?"

"Will you try to find her if I say yes?"

"No. I...don't wanna scare her with this drama movie I'm in."

You've leaned away from Geralt and his consoling cuddles, trying hard to rip your body away from him when all you wanted was to bask in his own embrace. Splashing your face with more bath water, he'd given you a curious glint of his eyes. Fixating his gaze on your bare form, subtly sliding his focus on the depths of your neck and wanting nothing more than to give more sweet busses of care. Geralt ignored the modern reference you've muttered about being in a movie and found it more interesting to appreciate the nudity you've freely have been giving him.

It's not like you were naked all the time. The witcher snickered to himself; appreciating the best view of you that he can ever get.

"The water's cold now. Are we done?" you softly whispered, the thought of your doppelganger out there; like a twin from another mother and dimension that you didn't expect to have. It was interesting to know, but frightening to actually see the real her because people like your doppelganger who lived in the medieval era might not be a great sight for the woman.

Geralt grabbed onto the end of the tub, whisking a thin, Ivory robe that was made of silk as he deeply grumbled, "Stand."

You've stood on your feet, hopping off the tub entirely dripping wet from the bath water; feeling eyes heavy on your body and raking over your nudity from behind. The heat started to rise up your face again, making you clear your throat when you've turned your body to grab onto the robe that Geralt has reached out for you. His keen peepers grabbing the chance to shamelessly rake your body in silence.

He'd received no refusal or a loud scolding after thinking it through that he had the liberty of doing so; also, the idea being a gift after trying to protect you from any harm and sacrificing over an endless hunt just for the Kaedwenians to cease their punishments.

"Hmm. A movie. I missed watching one. Though, It's not like if I ask you to go on a date with me again, Geralt---A movie date this time---watching a movie with you will never happen," you turned your head at your front, slipping your arms inside the short sleeves while tightening the knot around your waist; frowning when the witcher couldn't see your face. The truth beginning to bother you when problems began to rise and for such abrupt topic that lingered along your consciousness.

"---Because you and I both live in different worlds, it's like they collide."

Geralt kept his mouth hushed. The loud splash of water echoing around the room when he left the wooden tub; strolling behind to promenade past you. His stark-naked self never bothering him after the night you both had each other. Basking in more of his nudity especially when he slept; knowing that he was mentally complaining over how reserved he needed to be while you slept beside him, his clothes very uncomfortable because of the heat he was feeling.

Basically, he did not know the meaning of clothes after the night of ravish; constantly taking his slumbers in the nude as he covertly tried to wrench them off you as well with his witcher needs.

His bare back and derriere was displayed before you, the distinct foramen of his brawny back giving you a loud greeting as he grabbed onto his trousers on the end of the bed, lending his ear and slipping on his leather pants that was bursting through the seams because of his thick thunder thighs and curvacious derriere.

"My world and yours, they sound like a parallel universe that I completely don't understand even back in earth, it's too complicated to know---too scientific for my thriving brain,"

Quick panic-stricken questions were sent to the witcher; the motion of the words hasty and apprehensive because of such negative ideas forming inside your head; skyrocketing like a plague in your mind while Geralt wore his breeches, not trying to take cover in front of you.

You couldn't help but shift your eyes constantly at Geralt and the queen sized bed, his gigantic biceps straining along his movements while buttoning his pants; lowly grunting from each pull of the hem to fit his curvaceous, muscled arse that you couldn't help but clear your throat, forgetting what you needed to say for a second and being distracted over your trembling anxiety.

You eyes took heed of the opened windows where the brisk wind was slipping in a breeze, seeing how you could see the pale moon from afar. A guess telling you that the room was in a high place. In a few short strides, you've looked out of the window, peering up the Tartarean night sky to meet the moon in its full glory, finding no flaw that you were in a different planet and not yours.

Confusing and complicated to understand in your human perspective because nothing human was basically being shown as you lived in their world.

"This...This is your earth. Your continent. While my earth out there also exists without any one of you knowing. What if I have a count down while I stay in your world---what will happen to me---would I get to stay alive forever in this world when I have been too dependent over you?"

Heavy strides alarmed you for Geralt's presence who loomed behind your back. His mouth curled down when he has heard your questions; feeling no trust in between you both, hesitance scrambling your way and filling your heart when it hasn't been there before you even came to the castle. It was baffling him for your curiosity and determined self to seek answers when he has no answer to it at all.

The sorceress has probably told stuff to you, he silently thought as he brushed a hand over your arm and clothed shoulder. The roughness of his palm colliding against your bruised ones as he tries his best to provide what you needed; not knowing what because of how he does not understand this kind of relationship with women because it has always been typically greed, lust or a needed release to calm his overly mutations.

Except for you, Yennefer or Renfri because he actually really cares.

"Do you not want me to protect you?" he gravely mumbled behind, seeming to be slightly taking umbrage after hearing the queries.

"You're only doing this because you have no other choice just like how you've told the king that I was your betrothed when it isn't true at all,"

How sure were you to say that it wasn't true?

Reflecting and debating his thoughts over your judgement, Geralt marred an agonized frown that creased his forehead. He rarely does claim such label but he didn't regret the action after hearing how it made the king lessen the punishments for you; excluding all planned damnation. The witcher had no explanations about the moment he had called you his betrothed nor did he want whatever you were thinking about his actions.

Hence, it instantly made him cantankerous when he hasn't been feeling it before you opened that mouth of yours again.

"You think I have done it with a purpose I don't understand," he incoherently rumbled in his baritone timbre. Slightly pulling away from his own touch on yours to turn around and walk through the end of the bed to wear and grab onto his armor and under shirt, half naked with a straining back; all rigid and stressing under the skin.

"Geralt---"

"With the mishaps of my world and yours, if I ask you to stay; will you leave your kingdom?"

He'd turn his foot around to see him slip the under tunic over his head, the scowl prominent making him appear stony; dour and solemn. His eyes eager while it reflects the candle light on the side of the bed. Reading through the golden hues lay a pining greed that the witcher never knew he craves for; such hungering he does not know that he wanted to find and receive when it was his own faults over not having it because when he feels a deeper connection with someone, the white wolf suddenly becomes disfunctional; pushing her away because of not spitting the truth about his feelings.

He was capable of it; having feelings over another. Love as people may describe but he was in denial and can be reflective, the processing quite slower than usual because he had never received love through out his lifetime; not even a mother who actually cared.

No one.

You didn't understand him; what he really wanted to say or do because his words were spoken on a race track, passing through the chuckholes that could get you knowing what his true feelings were.

Was he letting you stay out of love or out of pity that you were lost, vulnerable and needed adoption?

"Do you believe in love, Geralt?" you've countered back, feeling the warmth spread around your chest for skipping around bushes over the real meaning behind your words; sounding like a confession if he was smart enough. The warmth spreading through like wildfire, scathing your skin as it felt like it was burning from the reality you were seeing.

"---Or are you only doing this because of the Djinn incident? you're only feeling this way for me because I came around while Yennefer isn't?"

The latter gave a grim frown upon the mention of her name. Just like how he always does when Jaskier says her name when it shouldn't been uttered. Now, it was your turn to give a grouch. Your feigned smile joyless when Geralt was unblinking from your unexpected argument.

Was this true love you have with him? Did he even feel the same way when he can't even say the word at all? or will you both hate each other until it grows into spite?

Will you eventually be killed by the hands of a man you love as said by Eanraig's understanding over the curse set between?

"I've heard from the sorceress that you have been finding Yennefer from her a month before I came along and that this connection I had with you also had been the same with that Vengerberg. What if she comes back around? what will happen to me?"

Ingrith has said more information than you can bear. You weren't just physically pained but also mentally as well for whatever bullcrap she wanted to address. Palms over your ears were the only solution to shut the truth off as it echoed around the dungeon. She'd smirked when you've whimpered from the stones, the back of your sweater drenched in blood for using hardened sticks which had pointy twigs; never believing what they were doing to you as they also tried to throughly kick your stomach.

The men who were ordered to do so had no idea why they've been commanded to batter your torso, but you knew it had something to be involved with the cunning sorceress because of how she'd given another dagger of her gaze lingering on your middle like you would magically grow a baby inside of it when it was impossible from the start because of Geralt's infertility.

The witcher was like a bomb about to detonate. Though, the explosion never came other than a tight clench of his jaw. Geralt was wearing a lour like a bad omen over being interrogated; debating over answering the confusing truth that left him debating over himself as well. He has never remembered the sorceress until you've mentioned her; remembering that he'd taken full measures to even try finding Yennefer's long lost cousin for a plan to get back with her and earning nothing in return.

"You're blathering complete nonsense, Midget. You've also been listening to Ingrith when I told you not to. She's cunning and will do anything to ruin you---kill you,"

Your mouth turned upside down; tighter and pensive for being swerved again, "You didn't answer my question." an exasperated huff was let out, "---she was once important to you. I've heard from your bard; you had adventures with her, shared powerful moments that are exactly the opposite of what we are having---she's the first woman you've loved. A powerful, independent lady that you will never regret having in your life because she can defend everyone---and I'm...just me,"

You didn't know what has gotten to you. The insecurities lighting up the sky, constantly reminding you that his existence can be a mere catch of your dreams because he was too good to be true---or jealousy infecting your blood into thinking that he would leave you alone when he never had yet?

Perhaps, it may be how proud Jaskier has told you that she was powerful that it has intimidated you. Her name seems to be beautiful and there was no doubt she was when he has been avoiding of hearing her name.

He had probably been devoted of Yennefer when a tight frown couldn't be erased upon the lips you have been kissing---thoughtlessly thinking that it was genuine or had any meaning to it.

"Really, what am I to you? "

"My home. Also equally important."

"More important than her? Do you dream of her?"

"You know I don't---not anymore."

Not anymore, he said. So, he does dream of her before.

Crossing your arms over your chest, your fingers went straight to the sleeves, anxiously rubbing over the silk against each other for the dreading beats of your heart, your eyes turning to look away as you quietly spoke; highly aware of an expected rejection.

"If I tell you what I really feel about you, will you give me an answer?" you softly spoke to the chilly air embracing your fidgety form.

"---Because then, you will know my answer about staying in this world you're in."

You've turned your head to see him wearing a permanent pucker of his brows, veiled with furrows of indifference and a look of betrayal. Your bluntness being a detriment because of giving an indefinite answer as well, avoiding his question and misunderstanding the sour expression on your face a while ago.

"Is it hate? Disgust?" he gruffly gnarled. His attitude turning colder like an executioner's ax, unaware of the slight wince on your face because of how glazed he appeared to be.

"---because I am highly aware of what people see of me. I am at loss for what Ingrith must've told; lies or what may result that I am seeing you look at me like I've cast the Djinn's curse on you when you have never looked at me like that at all,"

He spat those words with a sardonic drip of his tongue. The frown darkening his expression more than it ever was.

"Don't blame me on this one, Geralt. Don't shift my words like I think so lowly of you when you and I both don't know the real deal between us with the Djinn incident,"

Geralt loudly exhaled his breath through his nose, marching towards you with the face of an angry ape. Disbelieving what he was comprehending from you, saying that what you shared was beyond reality; like he has been told by it the second time. Your words inconspicuous of loudly saying that maybe what you were both feeling was magic after all; having the presence of the Djinn around  for another relationship that he was having.

"You don't want to stay," he ceased his footsteps, looming before you. His irritation suddenly intimidating like a bulldozer when you realized he was bigger than he could get if he was mad at whatever you've done; or probably it was just your point of view because you were feeling small over his blaring anger.

"---Isn't that what you wanted to say?" Geralt emphasized much clearer this time, drawling his words with a hopeful hint that he just misunderstood you and he was right.

"What---? I didn't even said that! Give me a reason to stay then! I am in shambles for your way of thinking right now!"

He had a wide-legged stance; leaning onto more of your personal space while his Aureate eyes deeply stared into yours. Volatile and blazing as it looked like a fixed glare, baring his teeth as it curled---his fangs slipping through as he bluntly spoke.

"You aren't being entirely forthright,"

You couldn't help but cross your arms tighter against your chest, shuffling on your feet as you mentally gasp from his retort. Defensive as his attitude was beginning to irritate you too.

"Well, you aren't being forthright too!"

Geralt huffed before you. Momentarily scoping out the ceilings before peering down and staring right back with blazing peepers. Though, the witcher has never raised his voice on you when you've did. But, you knew he was fuming; seething deep inside, "I don't know what's wrong with you." he gravely mumbled to himself, steaming up from your sudden, churlish attitude.

"---you're a cherub for a while then acting hostile the next. Is this your pathetic insecurity talking or you just hate me all of a sudden?"

Your eyes instantly went wide open and jaw falling slack at how he'd open his mouth. Raising a finger to his chest as you slightly backed away.

"You're calling my insecurity pathetic?" you uttered in disbelief, swallowing hard for having to hear him be this way---though, you knew he was capable of being such because of how blunt he was. But, he was never mean to you as much as calling your insecurity pathetic. Tight lips were given to the witcher who had his chest puffed out for his own frustrations and repulse.

"---Also, aren't you the one who said that maybe this whole thing is actually just the Djinn effects before you've even---! Even---!?" put his pickle in a jar. Wreck the punani. Ravished you in bed. Shared Netflix and Chill despite having no Netflix in their world.

You shook your head for stammering, quietly growling for the annoyance he'd given after basically taking care of you---expecting that it was done out of love, just like how you've first initially thought of staying forever by his side when he has asked you to stay in their world regardless of the consequences and disadvantages.

"What's next then? My anxiety is childish for you too? nonsense?" pause. "---You don't even know what I mean---and even have no idea about what feelings I was talking about. You can't even tell me what happened between you and Yennefer without disregarding my question or avoiding the topic---or even cut Jaskier off!"

Standing akimbo, you've narrowed your eyes, tilting your chin to the fullest because of his skyscraper height. The displeasure shown from how your nose was twisted and from how you couldn't control your mouth from taking a marathon.

"If I shut up and never question you about things anymore then it just means that I don't care for you at all when I do so badly. Do you know what this means to me? Nobody has plagued my mind so hard---no other man has filled my mind with crazed thoughts. In my world, this means that I---"

Geralt immediately cut you off. His teeth bared and jaw set as he interrupted you out of the blue, catching you off guard.

"It must be for the better then," he rasped, clearly disgruntled for what he should respond to the quick blatter of your brain. His mind gripping so hard like wires being tightened.

"---It must be for the better that you tighten that mouth of yours because you don't know when to shut up sometimes,"

Geralt had a cloudy countenance from his sudden bark. Suddenly forgetting how to respond after hearing every word inside his head. He shouldn't have cut you off especially when you were about to say your secret---the one you've been delibitating over countless of times inside your head; making everything sure before saying those heartfelt words because it was three words that meant the world to you as it will be the first.

Yet, the witcher had to fuck everything up with his petulant mood.

Your clenched fists turned slack. Expression stolid with your throat tightly swallowing the bane sipping through your esophagus like it was being punished for even hoarding all your confidence over confessing what you've felt for the white wolf. You've rapidly blinked your hazy, cloudy eyes; your chest tightening because it was reading 'rejection' because of how Geralt wanted you to shut up.

Maybe, he didn't need to hear the confession at all.

Eyes cast downward; feeling the medicines he'd given you seep through your skin and making everything numb. You didn't expect the concoction to also numb your fragile heart, experiencing your first heart break. Your palms turned clammy over tightening them over. Passing beside Geralt and avoiding those eyes that was thoroughly regretting what has been said, the bed may seem to be a better place to faint on and cry yourself through the night rather than his comforting arms that you wouldn't get to reject if he'd say his apologies, trying to stop you from crying.

Hurriedly hiding your face away from him, you've sat on the bed with your back away from him. Your face like rain experiencing in the middle of thunder, utterly gloomy and despair for reading the signs in the opposite of what you didn't expect. Forgetting that love shouldn't be filled with expectations so disappointments may be less.

Your toes were scuffing against the carpet with a voice turning smaller, shaky as the tears were threatening to fall and it would be when Geralt decides to talk.

"I hope you didn't say that but...but considering my profound hearing tonight and how angry you made me feel, I suggest that you take care of that monster hunting of yours. I sincerely hope you find that witch. You can throw me away soon so you couldn't hear anything from me again, Geralt. You want me to zip it? I'll zip it, then. Don't bother talking to me if you genuinely don't want to,"

Everything would be perfect. This would've been a utopian scenery when your leading man decides to wrap his arms around you, comforting you from the verge of crying your heart out for his mistakes or for both of yours. But, Geralt was no leading man or a prince that he was highly opposing of. He was beyond repair or a man whom you needed to understand more than any normal one should because of how he was raised and created.

Geralt of Rivia was a witcher you couldn't understand. Hence, he was more human than he could ever get as he decided to be unresponsive. Silent and basking in his own regret. Just like a new potion he'd recently encountered, trying to decipher how it worked---knowing the ingredients to get you simmering down in no time.

It was a wrong word to say. Geralt was sure of it. He was beginning to argue with himself, grinding his own teeth together when he has seen your posture slouch. Your fingers fiddling with the sheets of the mattress, tightly holding them in your hands as you looked outside of the window from the side of the bed, avoiding his eyes.

Then, he heard familiar padded footsteps coming forth outside the doors of your chambers.

Eanraig. He was being requested to be seen for his upcoming hunt in a few hours.

Geralt was dreading to leave you in a state like this because he knew you were mad.

He heard loud taps against the locked door which has subtly make you turn your head towards the doorway without wholly turning your body. A frustrated growl reverberated around the four corners of the room---it was Geralt.

The latter tightly closed his fists on his sides, shooting daggers on your back who avoided giving him attention after his fuming episode, hearing the word 'fuck' slipping through his lips in such an exasperated bark to himself while he padded through the room and grabbed onto his belongings; his weapons and his resentment for such an argument that you blocked him in after receiving a petty, personal attack.

You've heard the lock sliding out of its hook. Swiftly turning on your bed, Geralt was already paving his way out of the door, heavily marching and begrudging. He'd open the door to reveal Eanraig raising an arm to knock a little more louder.

"The king requests for you, Geralt---"

The witcher gave a displeased, unmannerly grumble of his chest. A hum that surely given the druid an understanding that he was not in the best mood to talk, passing through Eanraig as he went straight out of the door with the nastiest scowl he has seen since the moment he arrived.

Lovers Quarrel. He mindlessly thought to himself, watching the witcher strut away and along the stoned hallways like he was bringing all the storm with him. Nobody would notice he was aggravated if they knew him better.

Eanraig quietly shut the door behind him, his eyes meeting your bleary ones that complimented the pouty frown growing more and more when you've realized Geralt left you all mad, never even intending to comfort you, ask what 'feelings' you meant or even bother to tell you that he didn't mean you were pathetic.

In a flash, you've gotten a queasy feeling inside of your stomach which made you grab onto your mouth, your face flinching as you suddenly stood up on your feet, "Little woman," the druid sauntered to where you've strolled---before the open windows as you shot your head out of it, retching after a little while before he was beside you, calmly patting your back to make you feel better.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just...nauseous. Thank you, Eanraig." wiping your mouth with the back of your palm, you've heaved exhausted breaths while the druid ushered you to sit on the bed. Talking in the midst of it, assuring him that it was nothing but just a stomach bug and feeling weary over it, "---Probably because they've beaten me to pulp,"

The Druid earnestly stared upon your pale face. Hands shaky as you grab onto the soft sheets, softly grazing them beneath the pad of your fingers, caressing with such feeble strength. Eanraig scrutinized your condition as you turned your head away with a face falling over your current fight with the witcher.

The latter languidly sat beside you, a genuine smile turning his eyes into crescent shapes that tells he was intrigued and amused over what signs was receiving from you especially the warm, tender aura radiating off you; more than what you can offer like you came in two's.

"Will you wholeheartedly accept the responsibility of being the mother of your witcher's child, little one?"

I hope you loved the double update, bb’s! FEEDBACKS ARE SO APPRECIATED!

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[ihyperfixatedtoohard]

Awww! Nenneke cares!

So does Geralt! Good dad!

I feel so bad for Geralt! He's all alone!

FIRE FUCKER KILLED HER NICE FAMILY PEOPLE NO!

I SWEAR IF CIRI AND YENN HEAD IN THE WRONG DAMN DIRECTION IN SEARCH OF GERALT-

... God fucking fuck.

Fuck you, Yenna. God damn.

TISSAIA AND VILGOFORTZ ARE TOGETHER!?!??!

This is cute! I enjoy it!

KILL HIM, FRINGILLA! FUCKING BITCH!

Have we actually seen Emhyr yet?

I'M SO GLAD THEY'RE SETTING UP FOR FRINGILLA TO LEAVE!

JASK AND THE RATS JASK AND THE RATTTSSSS!

HE'S PLAYING THE DAMN SPOOOONS! HEHEHE!

THE GOD DAMN HUG FFUUDUDUUCK

God damn it. I wanted him to be mad longer >:[

YENNEFER YOU BETTER NOT DO ANYTHING FUCKING STUPID!

... How can I not remember the elf lady's name when it's FRANCESCA!!???

Fuck Rience. All my bros hate Rience.

Jaskier is hilarious and so cute! I love him so much.

I love Jaskier SOOO fucking much.

JASK STOP BEING GAY AND COMMENTING ON HIS BICEPS!

BOTH TIMES THEY INTERRUPT HIM! ROOD!

Is Jaskoer gonna ask about Roach? I feel like he should. I want him to.

Ciri learning magic! This is actually cool, despite Yenn's nefarious purposes!

DAMN CIRI BRO FUCKING STOP!

Ciri is badass! Hell yeah!

Stfu Vilgifortz, you prick.

I really hope Fringilla ends up okay.

YAY! DARA BEING COOL!

LMAOOO ONLY THE DOG IS ALLOWED TO MOVE!

I'M NOT LOOKING AT THAT SHIT SHE'S STABBING HIS EYE OUT NOT LOOKING!

EW FUCK THIS IS SO TERRIFYING FUCK DAMN I MEAN GOOD FOR FRINGILLA SHE'S ON THE RIGHT SIDE BUT GOD FUCK DAMN

Dijkstra makes me nervous. I like his outfit a lot, though. It's very cool.

Jaskier saying the REAL shit! JASK DO NOT BRING UP THE 'WHAT PLEASES YOU' BULLSHIT, I'M HURT!

AW! THAT WAS ADORABLE!

Yenn, you had BETTER right yourself!

STOP YENNEFER! QUIT IT!

LEAVE CIRI!

Oh FUCK OH SHIT OH GOD THE GROUND IS BREAKING Y'ALL GTFO JFC OH GOD

WHAT IS YENN GONNA DO WITH A DAMN STICK!

GERALT! HE MADE IT! YESSS!

THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS JASK STRAIGHT UP CAUGHT THAT DUDES HEAD LMAOOO

IS GERALT SAYING HE'S GONNA KILL YENN!

Daaaamn. Jask can't talk to anybody, huh?

NO NOT THE BABY WTF NOOO!

Oooh! Nvm! He's gonna kill the deathless mother!

OH SHIT WTF JUST HAPPENED TO CIRI!?!?!?

[lannisterdaddyissues]

for the TV show ask game: 26, 27, 35, 49, 50

for the get to know me ask game: 10, 26, 46, 59

(also i'm so sorry i promise i'll get to your texts soon!! exams r keeping me busy </3)

AHHHH ISHLEEN MY BELOVED <3 I ADORE YOU TY FOR THE ASKS!!! and take your time exams are important!! i can’t wait to watch kkbb with u tho we will have so much fun :’)

tv show asks

26. favourite TV show theme song?

oh is it even a contest? DEFINITELY the nanny. absolutely no contest whatsoever. game of thrones comes in a close second tho

27. which actor do you think deserves an Emmy for their work on TV?

oooooh this is a few years too late unfortunately but david dawson should have won an award for his portrayal of alfred in the last kingdom 100%

35. who are your top 5 TV characters right now?

hehehe so i started watching wheel of time and i would die for moiraine damodred so she’s one! beth harmon would be another bc i recently watched the queen’s gambit yay! for my third choice i’ll go with L lawliet from death note bc it‘s the last anime i watched and he was my fav ofc. haven’t yet started any new shows besides those so for my other two favs i’ll go with seong gi-hun from squid game and roy mustang from fmab bc he’ll always be one of my favorite chars no matter how long it’s been <3 (you still need to watch fmab!!!!!)

49. who are your favourite couples on TV?

ISHLEEN GIVING ME EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED!!!! ok *ahem* i watch so many shows so there are a lot but i’m assuming “on tv” doesn’t include anime so my favorite live action couples are as follows: jaime and brienne from game of thrones, mary and matthew & anna and bates from downton abbey, benny and beth from the queen’s gambit (tho they’re not canon 😭 why), hughie and annie & frenchie and kimiko from the boys, geralt and yennefer from the witcher, and fran and maxwell from the nanny!

50. what’s one TV cliche you love?

enemies to lovers. braime and niles/cc from the nanny invented it. was literally blindsided by both of them but in the best possible way

get to know me asks

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?

probably not unless the feeling is that i hate your guts then yeah i will treat you like my best friend. if i am nice to you it’s because i hate you

26. idol(s)

my dad :) but aside from him my only idol is homer hickam, jr.! i’ve read his memoir rocket boys several times now and my favorite movie is an adaptation of it. he is such an inspiration to me and thinking of him and all the obstacles he overcame in his life to achieve greatness always gives me motivation

46. what my last text message says

“There’s a LOTTO” (a “lotto” is short for a “lot o’ love” in my fam)

59. why i joined tumblr

i was saving too much fanart in my photos to the point that i had like 25,000 photos saved on my phone so i deleted them all and made a tumblr so i could have a place to save fanart without doing That to my phone lol

[queenxxxsupreme]

HI! I’m not sure if this is where I send my request but HELLO ❤️ I friggin love your Yennefer x reader stories they make my heart go JSKSHJEKAHDGS (*´꒳`*)Could you do a request for Yennefer x fem!reader where Yennefer gets jealous hehehe THANK YOU!!!!

A/N: Hi babe!! Sorry this took so long to get to! I hope you like it!

***

Yennefer found herself tapping her nails against the table in rhythm with the bard’s music. Her eyes flickered around the tavern. She was ready to have you back at the table with her, but you were across the room getting drinks for everyone. 

Yennefer turned her head, no longer interested in pretending to listen to Jaskier’s story, and searched for you. 

You were easy to spot. Her senses naturally picked up on her voice and spotted you like the rose among thorns.

You stood at the counter, chatting idly with a man while you waited for the barmaid to bring you your drinks. 

Curious, Yennefer began to listen to the man.

He complimented your hair, to which you smiled and thanked him. It was an innocent interaction. But then he complimented your smile and told you that you were pretty. 

The corner of Yennefer’s lips turned up into a smirk. There was no way he had any chance of taking you away from her. 

“Would you like to join me for a drink?” The man asked, taking a step closer to you. 

“Thank you, but I’m waiting for drinks. I’ll have to pass.” 

He didn’t seem to get the hint. 

“What’s the harm in them waiting a bit, sweetheart? It won’t hurt.”

“She said she’ll have to pass, sir.” The barmaid spoke firmly as she put your drinks down on the bar in front of you. 

The man, frustrated and embarrassed that he’d been turned down, stormed out of the tavern. 

“Thank you for that.” You smiled at the barmaid. 

“No problem, love. I’ve learned that you can’t be friendly with men. Always have to be firm first and figure out what kind of person they are.” She leaned against the counter for a moment. 

“It’s a shame we live in that kind of world. But I’m glad to have people like you around to help with people like him.” 

“Anytime, love.” She winked at you. “Do you need help carrying that to your table?”

“I think I can get it.” You smiled and paid her for the drinks before returning to your table. 

Jaskier was in the middle of retelling a story about one of the times he had gotten caught in the middle of a fight between Geralt and a slyzard. Lambert and Aiden were listening and enjoying every time Geralt corrected Jaskier’s overdramatic recount of the event. 

Yennefer was physically there, but her mind was elsewhere as she looked out of the barred window of the tavern. 

“Is everything alright, Yenn?” You asked her, placing her drink in front of her. 

“Just fine.” She answered flatly.

You take your seat next to her, thinking that perhaps it was just something that someone said that irritated her. 

Wanting to comfort her, you reached underneath the table to place your hand on her knee. 

She tensed up beneath your touch, and it didn’t go unnoticed by you. You furrowed your brows together as you looked at her. You pulled your hand away from her and put it into your own lap. 

Why did she react that way? 

You looked down at your drink for a few moments, chewing on your lip. You looked back to her, finding that she was glaring daggers at someone from across the bar. You followed her gaze to find she was glaring at the barmaid. 

It took you a few moments to realize what was wrong with Yennefer. 

“Are you upset because of the way that man behaved? Because he wouldn’t take no for an answer? Or because he was trying to flirt with me?” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N.” Yennefer rolled her eyes. “I’m not worried about some flea ridden man. I know you don’t fancy someone like him.”

Then what is it that’s got you so grumpy?” You tilted your head to the side, keeping your voice low enough so only she’d hear you. 

Yennefer brought her eyes down to her drink, locking her jaw tightly. 

It was only then that you could see it, the lack of confidence in her eyes that didn’t belong. It was rare to find that look in her beautiful violet gaze, but sometimes it happened. It was only natural. 

Your gaze softened and your shoulders fell. 

“Yennefer.”

The way you said her name made the mage’s stomach twist up- it was so sweet. But how could you sound so sweet when she didn’t deserve you? When you could go find someone more worth your while? 

“Come with me.” You leaned over to kiss her cheek before slipping from your seat. 

You left the tavern, venturing out into the cold autumn night. You didn’t worry about Yennefer not following you. She wouldn’t let you stray too far into the sketchy streets of the village without her at your side. You could handle yourself, but she wouldn’t leave that to fate. 

You slowed down so that you could walk alongside her. She kept her hands stuffed into the pockets of her fur coat, her eyes fixated on the street ahead. 

“Yennefer, you know I love you.” You reminded the stubborn mage. 

“Love is a funny thing.” She said, a cloud forming from her warm breath. “My mother loved me, but she stood idly by while my stepfather sold me to Tissaia de Vries.”

“Yennefer.” You stopped her, taking hold of her arm and turning her to face you. “It was a harmless conversation with that woman. She helped me with the rude man.”

“She was trying to flirt with you, Y/N.”

You hadn’t noticed. She was being friendly, sure, but was she really flirting? More importantly, were you flirting back? 

“Was I…. Was I….?” You couldn’t make the words come from your mouth. 

Yennefer watched you for a few moments, thinking over the scene in her head. 

“No, I suppose not.” She let out a small breath. “I just…. I don’t know. Seeing you…. Seeing her…. She could’ve taken you, you know.”

“No, she couldn’t have, Yennefer.” You reached out to pull her hand from her coat. Her fingers were warm compared to yours. “Because I am in love with you. Not her. I know sometimes you’ll doubt me. That voice in your head is too much to control, I know. But I’ll spend the rest of our lives together trying to convince you otherwise.” 

She looked at you with glossy purple eyes. Blinking the tears away, she nodded. 

“I love you too. And I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” You brought her hand to your lips, gently kissing her knuckles. “Let’s get to the inn. It’s freezing out here.”

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[jaskiersvalley]

okay, hello?? your most recent fic, silver tongue and silver hand, murdered me on the spot. just a straight shot through the heart. crying was involved, with many multiple tears. i just need you to understand the amount of emotions i feel. and i'm not usually into geraskefer, but my god. beautiful 🥺🥺🥺💕

The duality of a writer is going “oh no! I’m so sorry! Let me get you some tissues and a hot drink!” in a mad panic. But at the same time there’s a sly little voice going “hehehe. Good! Cry! I have done my job.” So please accept my humble apologies with a side of gleeful delight. That fic was one that hurt me too, to be fair. And same hat, Nonnie. I’m not all that into Geraskefer but they do lend themselves to some beautiful angst and hurt/comfort.

Let me see if I can atone for your tears a little with two soft idiots trying to fall in love while their snarky friend is just trying to live her best life.

Just Kiss Already

Feigning intimacy was easy. Jaskier could fake it with anyone really. A soft caress, a kiss, they were all meaningless to him. But it made his bed partners so happy, feel so cherished that it was difficult not to. Because, at the heart of is all, the only thing Jaskier wanted was to spread happiness and joy. It was why he sang, why he followed Geralt around. Well, that and the rather selfish desire to be adored and lauded by the masses. But that was neither here nor there. If he could, he wanted to be able to leave behind a happy partner sated and feeling a little bit special.

With all his abilities to pretend, it was perhaps a bit of a surprise to everyone, including Jaskier himself, that he couldn’t manage it when it really mattered. He and Geralt had been dancing around each other for so long, reaching but pulling back at the last minute and brushing off moments as if they were accidents and nothing more. It got to the point that anyone who spent enough time with them realised. And got very very sick of watching their fumblings.

Poor Yennefer felt the brunt of this. She flitted in and out of Geralt’s life thanks to Destiny. At least they had managed to temper their connection into something they were both content with. Friends with benefits of decidedly not the sexual nature. Rather, if Yennefer ever needed a man for any reason (rarely a witcher, usually she just needed a male companion to an event or a meeting), she could call upon Geralt. Who, in turn, had a sorceress’ power at his disposal when he and Jaskier managed to make a hash of things and needed to magical rescue. It happened at a higher frequency than Geralt wanted to admit to.

This was the reason Yennefer got a front row seat to all the self-generated angst between two idiots. One a self-proclaimed emotionless monster, the other a lover of everyone and everything. And yet, neither of them were living up to their labels.

In the taverns they frequented, Jaskier would play to a captive audience, wink and flirt his way through sets. But as soon as he was done and sat down next to Geralt, the suave bard was gone, replaced by a hopeless idiot who stared but looked away when his gaze would have been met. For his part, Geralt was just as bad, staring lovesick at Jaskier as he played but averted his glances whenever the bard looked longingly his way. It made Yennefer want to smack them on the backs of the heads.

The next time Yennefer was with the two buffoons, they seemed to have gotten over their charade of looking when the other wasn’t. And while Yennefer thought it would be better after that, if anything, it was worse. There were pining looks, dinners where they stared into each other’s eyes for so long, it was Yennefer who felt awkward.

“You have a bit of-” Geralt gestured to Jaskier’s face without quite touching him. And Jaskier dipped his head with a soft “oh” and tried to wipe whatever it was.

“No, you missed it. Let me.” Geralt reached at the same time as Jaskier grabbed a napkin. “Oh. You got it.” Never before had Yennefer heard Geralt sound so disappointed. Not even when he lost his favourite Gwent card to her.

Things. Just. Got. Worse. They were camping in some woods after a hunt. Geralt was fresh back from the stream and clean though still a little on the stinky side. Guts and blood really imbued the skin with a hefty stench that took days and a lot of scrubbing to get out. He was sat by the fire, wrapped in a throw and stoically pretending he wasn’t cold. A witcher wasn’t affected by the elements. And Yennefer was a two bit hack who pulled an endless string of handkerchiefs from her sleeve.

“Here,” Jaskier beat her scathing comment with an offer of his fur from his bedroll. “You looked chilly.”

“Hmm.” It was as much of a thanks as Geralt could ever offer but he turned to gaze at Jaskier rather than the fire. They were close, so close. Jaskier was frozen, hands on Geralt’s shoulders as he adjusted the fur. Eyes dipped down to lips, tongues darted out to wet them in anticipation and Yennefer could have wept happy tears that her two idiots were finally going to resolve all their stupid tension.

At the last minute Jaskier pulled away and held his lute aloft. “Have I sung you my new song? It’s called Witcher’s Chill and is bound to be a hit. Especially in the winter months.”

The spell was broken, Geralt was blinking and pulling upright, building up the layers like the onion he was. And Yennefer could have screamed. For all that they had almost achieved, Jaskier was doing the equivalent of pulling away with a laugh and asking for a high five. Which Yennefer would freely give him. To the face.

“Can’t you two just kiss already?” She stomped her foot in frustration. “You both want it. It’s obvious. So why hold back?”

What she didn’t anticipate was Jaskier’s all too honest “because it’s scary when it actually means something.”

“What he said.” Geralt jabbed a thumb towards Jaskier. Yennefer actually screamed in annoyance at that. All their bickering. Their stupid disagreements. And when they finally share an opinion on something, it was about how terrifying it was to kiss the other because they had feelings.

Enough was enough. Yennefer stood up and stalked past them but not before grabbing the backs of their heads and shoving them towards each other none too gently. “That was as good as a love confession. Now get over yourselves. I expect you two to have figured your shit out by morning. I’m going to bed.”

Those were words she never thought she would regret. But regret them she did. Because while it was lovely that her two idiots finally figured things out. Now, she didn’t have a moment of peace and quiet as they kissed and giggled without restraint. Nobody was stupid enough to interrupt a witcher. Especially not when he looked to be having fun and smiling. After all, if a witcher was busy with his bard, he was less likely to terrorise the locals and haunt them with his grimace, brooding and general gloom.

[saltytransidiot]

This is an answer to the second part of this ask by @adsdragonlover for the Yen/Renfri “Leave him and marry me” prompt hehehe 

I have a BIG soft spot for Yennfri, they are an absolute badass duo and I will write them in love everywhere yes

“Leave him and marry me.”

The bed is large and luxurious, and the air is warm, and everything feels perfect. Everything is perfect, Yennefer thinks as she sees her lover hovering above her. Renfri’s short hair frames her face perfectly, and the sorceress feels a surge of adoration for her warrior. 

This plea is one that Renfri has whispered countless times, worshipped into her skin and written onto letters upon letters, but it feels so much more real now. This is the first time Renfri is saying it while looking into Yennefer’s lilac eyes, and it is the first time that Yennefer lets herself envision the possibility. 

“We would be on the run,” she whispers softly into the air. “We wouldn’t be able to stay anywhere very long. He would hunt you down.” 

“Let him try,” Renfri snarls, and she kisses Yennefer’s jaw. “I love you. I want to be by your side forever. I don’t care for a man’s opinion of me.” 

A witcher and a sorceress, they make the perfect couple, in theory. Renfri’s golden eyes shine softly in the soft dawn light filtering through the open window. She has scars all over her body, and a long one that cuts her jaw from  her left ear to her collarbone. It was how they had met, after all. Yennefer remembers rescuing the witcher like it was yesterday. It’s hard to believe it was almost five years ago now. 

“I love you too,” Yennefer murmurs. “But he is no simple man. He could hurt you, hurt us...” 

“Leave with me,” Renfri begs again, burying her face in the crook of Yennefer’s neck. “We’ll find a way to break that bond he has on you, I promise that to you, my love. I will turn the Continent over to free you.” 

“There might not be a solution,” Yennefer thinks back to the lord who used a Djinn to tie Yennefer to him. Lord Eredin is a vile man, and she hates him, hates him with everything she has, but she’s afraid of what could happen if she left. “If anything happens to you, I would never forgive myself.” 

“Nothing will happen to me. I will take you to my Keep, and you will be safe there. My brothers and I will watch over you, and we will have a winter wedding... It won’t be a rich life, but you will be happy.”

Renfri looks up, and caresses Yennefer’s cheek. She is so tender here, when they are together behind private doors. Outside, she is the harsh, angry wolf witcher they hire when a monster prowls the land. But everywhere, she is Yennefer’s. Her warrior, her witcher, her lover. 

“Alright,” Yennefer murmurs against Renfri’s lips, drawing her into a long kiss. “Take me away, and make me your wife.”

S ö m f t e for the soul 

i love them so much omg i’m just UwU about them and that’s saying something

I have multiple fics in work with them in it yes

Send me a prompt and I’ll write a ficlet for it!

[january-summers]

Witcher Episode 4-

Straight back into it.

Amazons! (Amazon elves?)

Damn that’s some lens flares.

Oh my god Jaskier got the moniker. They friends.

Oh! lioness of Cintra!! That’s Ciri’s grandma! (I think?)

Mousesack!! (There was a plague?)

Ox. Hehehe, revenge!!!

They keep saying Witcher’s have no emotions, but Geralt is low key v emotional.

Not a lot of empathy from the queen.

Oh, they’re Dryads. Poor Dara.

Damn Ciri was sheltered.

Yennefer 30 years later... wait is this the lady from the carriage from the teaser?

Oh I think it is! Time to start thinking with portals!

Ew, bug. Well, guard, at least your death delayed the bug for a bit. If the ladies are that sick from three portals, hows the baby doing?

I don’t think Yennefer meant to do that.

Yeah, now it’s a party! (WTF is Law of Surprise though?) hah! Lady in the background when the queen calls stop, by the pillar.

NOOOO!!!!! Baby!!!!

Found a child? Stalker love story, nice.

FFS just let your daughter be happy with her hedgehog man.

So Ciri got it from her mother. ‘Grandmother’s gift’?

‘Agreed to my proposal’ when just now?

Forget? Sorry, can’t, Main Character.

Guess who was pregnant just so the universe could laugh at Geralt.

Can you use the Law of Surprise as an adoption? Three parents, yay!?

Ew, arm panel.

Mousesack!!

That some funky looking sap.

Oh god it talks!!

And I’m out of time for the TV, Noooooo!!!