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[kodaswrld]

puppy ear dividers made by me

free to use with crediting & reblogging

taglist: @achooinmyheart @tiger-posting @littlemisspoets-blog @buni-cheri 

(reply “taglist pls” to be added)

[thereeljon]

So, over on Twitter, this shit popped up:

This led to a lot of discussion about body shapes, and I wanted to talk about my own issues with it. This initially started as a Twitter thread, but I realized it was way easier to get my point across on here than in 240 character spurts.

When I started VTubing, I began with a VRoid model that I made myself as the character Rowan.

Unfortunately when I tried to stream using that model on my then 7 year old MacBook Pro, everything came to a crashing halt. Thankfully, I had commissioned art of the model as a PNG for when I did collabs, and so I used it as a reactive PNG for live streaming.

As time went on, I had someone coming to my streams from a side project I do called Dungeons and Dragon Types (it’s a Pokémon themed tabletop actual play podcast). I went by my real name on the podcast, so that’s how the person addressed me. Rather than add to the confusion of going by my regular name on one project and Rowan on Twitch, I rebranded so that I just went by my real name on both platforms.

As part of the rebrand, I commissioned a new PNG that better reflected my IRL body since I’m more plus sized and I wasn’t able to make VRoid work to mimic that body shape. As I was just being myself, I wanted my PNG to reflect that and look more like me. Also, I dropped the human ears and just had deer ears.

Part of the reason I got into VTubing was because I struggled with making videos of myself. I’d look at the footage of myself and couldn’t stand it. I hated the way I looked and constantly expected hateful comments about my appearance.

As a VTuber, I could make the content I wanted without triggering my dysmorphia, and through the rebranding, I was able to better represent myself through my VTuber model

Which brings me back to this shit.

I chose a more accurate representation of myself in my model because I wanted to make it an extension of myself. VTubers shouldn’t feel the need to make their models look like themselves if that’s not what they want. If someone’s using a persona, they don’t need that persona to look exactly like them. I guarantee that most of the big name VTubers don’t look exactly like their model (though I’m almost certain I saw Takahata at a con and he did have dog ears and a tail). Some of them might look like their model, but most aren’t trying to look exactly like themselves. They just want to play around with the art and the programs and make content.

And using a model that isn’t your exact body shape is fine. Because it’s not supposed to be 100% you. If it was, we’d be doing IRL streams, not VTubing. Our models can be whatever we’d like them to be. Like sentient lava lamp goo.

Or a stuffed cow dragon.

Or my hottest worst nightmares.

Also, if you notice, the VTuber he body shames in the thumbnail is Hanako, who streams under the name iichigoma.

If you know her, she's one of the sweetest, nicest streamers out there, so to go digging through her IRL photos to shame her for not looking as thin as her VTuber model is like going out of your way to kick a puppy.

That dumbass’s post also correlated race with body shape, which is its own can of worms and I am NOT the right person to open it. As for body shape and VTuber models, they don’t have to match, especially if your intention is playing a character.

I’ll end this with what we all know this was about: this was about dudes being upset that the women they watch “aren’t as hot as their model.” As though those CHUDs had any chance in hell of their parasocial relationship becoming a romantic or sexual one. VTubers don’t make content to try and form IRL romantic/sexual relationships, they make content because they want to have fun and be creative. They aren’t looking hot for losers in Twitch chat, they’re looking hot because that’s how they want to look.

Go fucking touch grass, ya creeps.

[shadow--writer]

I Love your Demons, Like Devils can

Somethin soft I wrote while ignoring an essay (something something title)

Maeve x Lucas. When all I see is you 2.6k

CW: talk of past, slight nudity, overthinking

@dela-png

“Why do you love me?��� 

It was a lazy afternoon, warm and breezy. She closed up early, inviting Lucas over to stay the night. The sun was still high in the sky, the breeze cooling her room down. She was reading a book in a language he didn’t understand, one about star charting back home. It made her feel homesick. 

He was running his hands through her hair as she laid on his chest, reading and enjoying his company.

Until this, that is. 

“Why do I what?” She traced the scars on his arms, sighing. “Love, did I not give you plenty of reasons before?”

“I just…”

“Oh don’t go doing that again,” she huffed, discarding her book. She flipped over, tangling her legs in his, and pressing her chest to his. “I love you for many reasons. Your sulky puppy eyes are one of them.” She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“I don’t know why I’m feeling like this,” he murmured, kissing her again. 

“One of those days?”

He shrugged, half heartedly. “People stare, how do you...tolerate it?”

“Tolerate staring? I get it all the time.”

“When...you’re with me.”

She smiled. “I don’t tolerate it, I embrace it. I think I’m very lucky, managing to love you the way I do. And to be lucky to have you love me back? Sometimes I think I’m the one who should be asking you all of this, I’m nothing special.”

He kissed the top of her head, nuzzling her cheek. “I think you’re special.”

“I think the same of you.”

“...why?”

She kissed the tip of his nose, pushing herself up. “I’ll show you.” She got to her feet and tugged him off her bed and out of her room. He shuffled after her, watching her as she led him to her makeshift dining room. Humming, she threw open her blinds and dug around for the body paint she was experimenting with.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly as she set the jar down. She knelt beside it, motioning him to sit down on the floor with her. He followed suit, letting her crawl closer. 

“Shirt.”

“What?”

She tugged on his arm, making him move closer. Letting go of his hand she shifted between his legs to hold the hem of his shirt. 

She peered up at him through her lashes, brows set and her mouth pulled downwards in a stubborn look. “Shirt.”

“Maeve-”

“Love, trust me.”

His cheeks reddened and he nodded slowly. She kissed his cheek. “Relax.”

“I’m relaxed.”

“Your voice is cracking.” She helped him tug his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side as she kissed the tip of his nose. 

He wouldn’t meet her eye as she brushed his scars with a light touch. 

“Your hands are cold,” he murmured.

She kissed his neck, biting softly. She felt his breath hitch. 

“Do you trust me?”

There was a pause, a small sigh. “Y-Yes.”

She opened the jar of paint, staring at the familiar dark blue. 

“What are you…”

She dunked her hands inside, coating her palms in the paint. It ran down her arms as she stared at him, lips twisting. 

“First we’ll start on your shoulders. Move down your chest…” she swirled two fingers against his scars, pressing her palm against his neck, staring at the handprint she left. 

She kissed the side of his jaw once, cupping his face in her hands and smudging paint along his skin and down his neck. 

She dipped her fingers back into the paint, dragging them down his eyes and smudging the paint along his nose. She dragged her thumb down his lower lip and chin, leaving a strong line of blue. 

“I love you so much I’ll share the greatest honour I can, our warpaint,” she murmured, brushing her hands down his arms. “The sign of our strongest and it’s our most treasured tradition.” She held up her arm. “One we get permanently inked into our skin once we come of age.”

She dipped her hands into the paint again, swirling it around his collar and pecs. 

He stared at her, lips parted slightly and pupils blown wide. Swallowing all that blue.

She tilted his head up, smiling a little.

“Mo anam cara.”

He moved closer, the blue striking against his skin. His hair was soft against her forehead as he rested against her. She let her eyes flutter shut.

“And what does that mean?”

“Something you’ll just have to find out for yourself,” she murmured. 

He chuckled softly, kissing her. “Okay, Trouble.”

She giggled, opening her eyes. She kissed his eyelids, making them fly open. 

She took his hand, smearing paint along her lips and kissed his palm. “A kiss for good luck,” she murmured, kissing his fingertips and watching them turn blue with her touch. Her mom showed her this tradition, one only in their family. A reminder of what you have home when you left to fight. 

“All dressed up in blue,” she hummed. “Strong and beautiful.” She smiled, lacing their fingers. “Look at you, one of us. Well…almost.”

“Al…most?”

She got to her feet, running her fingers along his shoulder and neck. He stiffened as she paused behind him. 

She combed her hands through his hair, pulling it back and tying some of it up in a bun, letting the rest curl around his neck. Then slowly, she started to braid the pieces behind his ears.

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered.

“Scars and pasts don’t make us who we are,” she replied. His hair was hard to keep down in a braid, but she didn’t mind. It made it all uniquely him. “Bloodied hands and closed hearts are but a concept.”

She finished one side and moved on to the other.

“You have kind hands, you’ve only touched me with care and love.” She kissed the shell of his ear, nibbling softly. “Mhmmm. You’re kind, lovely and I love you.”

He let out a small squeak. 

“You make me happy, my love. That’s more than I could have asked for.”

“You deserve to be happy.”

“So do you.”

He went silent.

She brushed the scar around his neck, bending down to kiss it. “I love you, Giant. Mo ghaiscíoch.”

“You’re really good at this.”

“At what?”

He tilted his head back, resting it against her stomach. “Making everything…seem okay. Even if it’s for a moment.” 

“I can’t promise it’ll all go away, but I can promise I can help you. Besides, you look good in blue.”

He chuckled. “I wish I could make you feel the same. I’m kind of…”

“Say useless and I will pull your hair.”

His eyes snapped open. “What.”

She tugged on his hair lightly. 

“You’re not useless. You’re Lucas. Hmm,” she paused. That wasn’t right. “Batsaikhan.”

Ah she liked him blushing, it was cute. It brought light to his freckles and the paint down his eyes and lips. 

“I don’t need any usefulness from you, silly gander.”

He laughed. “Little goose.”

“Honk honk.”

“Is it my turn to offer up wisdom and paint on you?”

She giggled. “Sorry love, I’m already covered in war paint.”

He reached up to cup her face. “Ah, that’s right. How could I forget?”

She smiled, rubbing her nose against his. 

“It’s the least I could do, paint symbols of my people.”

“It’s part of you,” he whispered. 

“And now I’m passing it to you as well.”

“Why?”

She shifted closer, nipping at his lower lip. “Because I love you, and I wanted to. That’s enough.”

“I love you,” he murmured. “I don’t know if I’ll get used to you saying that.”

She let her voice roll into a low purr. “Well you better, because I’m not gonna stop.”

He held her hand, fingertips stained with blue. She sat in his lap, snuggling into him. He dipped his other hand into the paint, caressing her cheek and smearing blue along her skin. 

“Now we match,” he said with a small smile. She leaned into his touch, kissing his fingertips again. 

The dark colour stood out against his skin, making his eyes seem even more electric. She held his hand in hers, moving closer to him. His breathing hitched as she rested her palms on his chest, pressing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. 

“I think you’re beautiful in blue,” she murmured. 

He tilted her chin with his hand, leaving smudges of paint down her chin and throat. He hummed at the taste of the paint, trailing his hands down her sides to rest on her hips. 

“I’ll wear it more often then,” he said with a small smile, resting his forehead against hers as he squeezed her hips. 

She shifted, huffing a little. He laughed. “You’ll get paint on my clothes. I at least made you strip first.”

He kissed her again, tasting sweet. “I don’t think you mind.”

“If it stains I’ll mind,” she said, flicking the tip of his nose. She wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with the little curls at the nape of his neck. She kissed the tip of his nose, shifting off his lap. She smudged the paint off the center of his chest, slowly looping her strokes. It was messy, uneven, but it made her smile as she finished a serch bythol. 

He only watched her paint, massaging the skin of her hips as she pressed a kiss above the symbol, in the hollow of his collar. She smiled, pushing back on his shoulders to look at her handiwork. 

“There. Perfect,” she said with a hum, pressing her fingertips to the hollow of his throat. “Serch bythol. A messy one, but one all the same!”

“What’s a serch bythol?” he asked, taking her hand and kissing her palms. She chewed on her lower lip, ignoring the flush building under the paint. 

“A...knot we’d paint and make back home. Well, obviously we’d make them back home.” She laughed nervously, her heart a steady thrum in her chest. “It’s...made from two knots to symbolize unity.”

He kissed her forehead. “You’re blushing, what are you hiding?”

She groaned, burying her face in his neck. “It’s sappy.”

He snorted, burying his hands in her hair. She knew he was getting paint in it, making it all stick together…she didn’t mind. 

“Sappy? Now you have to tell me.”

She whined, making him laugh, untangling the ends of her hair. “I don’t make the rules, love.” She squeaked, digging her nails into his back. He smiled, she knew he was smiling based on how he hummed. “Love?”

“L-Lucas,” she whined. 

He hummed, kissing the top of her hair. “Okay, love.”

“Stop,” she groaned. 

“Ah so you can do it but I can’t?”

She huffed, wrapping her legs around his hips. “It’s unfair. You sound too sweet saying it.”

He chuckled, shifting to get a look at her face. She blushed at the knot on his chest, chewing her lower lip as anxiety ravaged her body. It was a dumb old tradition. He wouldn’t want it anyway or to know more about it. It was something dumb she did spur of the moment-

He kissed her sweetly, smiling. “You’re beautiful when you blush, but if you don’t want to tell me what it means, that’s okay.”

She sucked in a breath softly, resting her forehead against his, his bangs tickling her cheeks. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

He blinked, brows furrowing. “Laugh?”

“It’s...kind of dumb. I don’t...know why I did it! It’s so stupid.”

He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not dumb, it’s not stupid. I won’t laugh, love.” She pinkened at the nickname. She was starting to like hearing it from him, it sent sparks of heat down to her toes, making her feel like everything was okay. 

“It means unity between two people,” she murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. “It’s a fancy way to say it was made for people to express their love, romantic or otherwise. Sometimes we’ll paint it on our shields when we go into battle, the unity of mind, body and soul with your loved ones and your fellows following in battle.”

She chewed on her lower lip, feeling sheepish. It sounded so sappy she was going to turn into her dad. 

He only smiled, eyes growing misty. 

“D-Don’t cry!” she sputtered, pushing back. “Please don’t cry, I'll take it off, I promise! I was dumb I’ll-”

He kissed her roughly, making her stutter off with a tiny squeak. 

“You better not,” he sniffed in between kisses. “I, for one, love it.” He nipped at her lower lip, making her squirm. There was a threat behind the nip. 

“I’ll…” he kissed the corner of her mouth, his breath hot against her face. She flushed, burying her hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Make the knot for you then,” she breathed, feeling dizzy with each kiss. 

“Can you show me how?” he whispered, leaving blue smudges as he ran his thumbs under her eyes. It wasn’t overwhelming, the smell and taste of him. In fact, the more she sat there, straddling his hips, covered in blue paint (which she hoped wouldn’t stain) the more she fell in love with him. Him and those electric eyes of his, large and loving. 

“I’d…” she swallowed, smiling. “I’d love to.” Her dad would be thrilled with him, she knew he’d go on and on about their knots if Lucas asked.

He kissed both of her cheeks, making her giggle with the rough touch. 

“I love you,” he murmured, nipping at her ear. 

She squeaked, biting her lower lip. Her face was hot, making him smile. “I...love you too,” she muttered, moving to hold his hands. “Now stop touching my dress, you're going to stain it.”

He pouted, brows softening. “But-” 

She silenced him with another kiss. “You’re going to ruin the paint,” she whispered, shifting away. She knew full well the paint was already ruined. 

He held her hand as she stood, kissing her knuckles. His smile was slightly wicked, his eyes shining as he pulled her back down. 

She yelped, limbs flailing as he held her close. 

“I want to touch you though,” he murmured, leaving small open mouthed kisses along her exposed collar. 

“But I don’t want your handprint stained on my ass,” she muttered, pushing his face away. “If Amani, no not only her, do you know how long we’d have to go before living it down? A lifetime.”

He nuzzled her hands, smirking. “Well maybe I want to leave a stain of my hand on your ass.”

“You cheeky bastard,” she huffed, squishing his cheeks again. “...cute cheeky bastard.”

“You love me,” he said with a lopsided smile. “A lot.”

She sniffed. “You can’t prove anything.”

“But I can, a serch bythol was it?”

“I regret telling you that.”

He moved one hand off her hip, dipping it in the long forgotten warpaint. Her nose wrinkled as he painted on her cheek. “There’s a symbol for love from me,” he said, nibbling on her lower lip. “Now we match.”

“....is it a heart?”

“...maybe.”

She snorted, batting his hands away. “No more touching. You’re banned.”

He whined, it sounded so doglike it was eerie. “But Maeve-”

She pressed a finger to his mouth. “No. Nope. No more. You’ll stain my fabric, and I’ll be sad if you ruin all of my hard work.”

He sulked, making her giggle. Her expression softened when she looked at him. Her swirls and dots were smudged by touches, fingerprints dragged across his skin, he was a mess and she was sure she was too.

But she had never felt more in love with someone than she was with him. 

She bunched up her skirt, shifting over his hips again to kiss him. 

“I love you,” she murmured, tracing the lines of his face with a light touch as she kissed between his brows. “I love you.”

He buried his hands in her hair as he kissed her again, feathery soft. She giggled. “I love you too, Thumbelina.”

[candyic]

Can i have a kit/kits, pup/puppy and bun/bunny pronouns flag? (All them together)

these pronouns are so cute together ^_^ i hope you like your flags, nonnie ♡

IMAGE ID: two nearly identical flags stand side-by-side. the flag is six stripes featuring an orange to pink gradient from top to bottom, starting with the light salmon and ending with pastel pink. the flag on the left is the same, but it has a PNG of what bunny ears on top, the right ear bent and the inner ear is salmon coloured; END ID

DNI ID: anti-mogai, against neuroidentities, against nonbinary lesbians/gays, anti-mspec lesbians, NSFW or cringe/flop blog, anti-self diagnosis, autism speaks supporter, t(w)erf/swerf, MAP/supporter, aspec exclus, believe you need dysphoria to be trans, trump supporter, follow other basic DNI criteria; anti-neopronouns/xenogenders, proshipper, or are "neutral" on anything above; END ID

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Pup in the Shotgun Seat

Characters: Henry Cavill x Reader (Oneshot)

Summary: You’ve wanted to drive this time and it seems like Henry wanted to annoy you for hitting the brakes too much, resulting with him being adorable as he showed you how amazingly bad and good you are regarding with your driving skills.

Warnings: Just an adorable, cheeky Henry. Floof? Kind of floof that made me ask myself why I’ll be forever alone while I stan Cavill? Thigh holding cause damn that’s amazing? 

Words: 1,041 

A/N: This was supposed be a GIF drabble then ended up being a oneshot because it took 1k words. What the heck. Hehehhee. I just love Henry and his pup moment in driven to extremes that I had to make a drabble out of it. It was @agniavateira​​​ fault because I remember she sent me the drabble and I cooed and was like ‘this better have a drabble in my blog’ and look what happened! Hehehe!

Don’t forget to REBLOG, COMMENT OR GIVE FEEDBACK IF YOU DID LOVE THIS ONESHOT! IT’LL MAKE ME SMILE! Sorry for the grammatical errors and such because English isn’t my mother tongue! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK AFTER READING, BB!  

Disclaimer: PNG’s and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and this oneshot is definitely from moi. 

MY WORKS ARE NOT NOT NOT NOT NOOOOOOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER WEBSITES. My official username in Wattpad is “TATATHEPOTATO” and that’s the only other site I have for writing aside from Tumblr. Thank you, Tater tots!

"Are we there yet?"

"Henry, shush."

"Are we there yet, though?"

Henry called shots over who will be driving today. It's not that he doesn't always drive---he does for most of the time. But, you’ve ruined it because you were being cheeky over wanting to drive his beautiful, sleek car. He tried to convince you that he was the better driver compared to you---pursuing to keep his car uninjured because you both know he treats them like his favorite miniatures that he always tries to paint on. 

Your boyfriend was about to open his mouth and mock over how you were driving in a slow pace. It wasn't your fault that you were nervous by being attentively stared by Henry---probably judging you for how you've been pressing the brakes a little too harder than normal resulting with everyone moving back and forth in the car like it was skipping to the loo.

Even Kal had to bark out loud from behind because your driving made him fall to the floor, his huge, Akita body hitting the back of your seat which made you snicker and laugh in your annoying 'hehehe' giggle when Kal’s dad has given you a feigned glower from the side. 

"Are you sure you didn't cheat with your driving test? you’re literally driving too slow---I’d probably arrive on the destination---faster with a horse," Henry mischievously added, raising a brow as he was looking at you; sitting on the shotgun seat.

Unconsciously, you've given him the side eye, taking your eyes off the road and lowly muttering your endearment for him in a warning tone, "Puppy..."

Henry sounded to be in distress, his eyes bulging out of his eye sockets for seeing you distracted over his teasing self, his accent utterly obvious the more he panicked over your driving skills, "Don't look at me---look at the road!"

"I AM!" you frantically yelled in between deciding to stare into his lovely self or actually focusing on driving, "---you're annoying me right now. I'm trying my best not to hit a car or something if I went past 60 km/h,"

The car basically revved at your exasperation, your foot stepping on the accelerator when you've began to increase speed. Swiftly turning up from 60 km/h to over a hundred in the middle of the highway, avoiding and swerving over a sports car that had the man glancing from the driver's seat to see Henry's elegant car speeding past his in an abnormal way like you were a race car driver.

You were best at driving; the type of driving seen whenever you play need-for-speed. You always win first place whenever you play.

"Woah! Babe, babe, babe!---alright, alright! Slow down before you both kill us and get charged with an over speeding ticket!"

A smirk was immediately growing on your face when you've seen the sport's car you've swerved from behind race up to you, the driver’s ego practically being challenged when he realized you were a woman. Henry had his hands up in surrender, running his mouth on you as he continued to playfully judge your incredible driving skills---honestly, you were suddenly looking hot in his perspective when he caught the grin you've managed to let him see as you looked on the side mirror, daring the driver to overpass yours. 

"I told you to let me drive," Henry deeply muttered as a matter of fact, still teasing and being puckish as he sat completely bored on the shotgun seat, just watching how adorable and beautiful you were while driving his car.

You've slowed down for his sake, feeling his pretty baby blues on your form, "Oh my God---MEN!" exasperatedly, you sighed completely defeated. Your boyfriend catching sight of your smiling self, "---Don't you trust my driving skills?"

"To be honest, Nugget?" he plainly started, glancing on the road with a lovely grin. His teeth showing, fangs slipping in between his curled, cherry red lips.

"---No. You keep on running over chuckholes and press the brakes too hard,"

You've quickly gave him a glimpse of your curious self when you've felt the car seat bounce from a certain someone who was swaying his body from left to right, being in tune at the same time with the music playing on the radio like a kid who was excited to where they were going, "---keeps me going back and forth like we're in a bump car,"

One loud coo came from your side, giggling as you saw his head snapping from side to side; smiling in the middle of it all as he drastically showed you how you've made his body bounce from your driving. Henry heard your giggle and instantly stopped when he heard you laughing. A blush creeping its way to his face due to embarrassment.

"Oh my, Puppy!---you're adorable! Do it again!"

He shook his head, sinking on his seat and wanting for it to wallow in his shame. His eyes focused on the road, a small smile framing his features while he cleared his throat, his pitch jumping deeper as if he was serious and sending a warning, "I'm not taking chances. You're trying to make me look foolish---also, eyes on the road,"

Your giggles turned louder at that, catching how he'd basically turned into a big baby beside you and it seemed to be like it was an accident. Silence engulfed you both in, the radio being the only sound that kept everything inaudible. You were sure he was busy tapping on his phone before going back to driving with a pretty faster speed when you've felt a rough palm fall on your clothed, inner thigh.

The simple touch from him made you shift in your seat, your heart beat ringing in your ears from how his effect can ruin your focus with just one graze of his fingers on your skin.

"Henry," you tried catching his attention from his phone, calling his name which got him sparing a glance in a hot second, his thick fingers thrumming over your knee before his fingers danced along the top of your thigh; describing his habit as protective and letting you know that you were his and the same goes around for you.

"Stop touching my thigh---I can't drive seriously."

"Hmm?" he deeply hummed in question, chuckling to see you trying to keep a straight face as you drove to where you wanted. Henry shook his head, thoroughly naughty and cheeky as he gripped your thigh firmly with his fingers before speaking.

"---How about, no?"

General taglist for Henry Cavill: @agniavateira​​, @iloveyouyen​​, @rahdaleigh​​, @silverkitten547​​

[lulleaf]

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[callmeunstable]

Angels & Demons - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Characters: Reader, Godling, Healer

Summary: She finds herself in the middle of a unknown forest after falling asleep. It seems like a normal forest until she gets to meet a mystical creature that welcomes her in a different world.

Warnings: Monsters, Cursing, Blood

Words: 2.000+

A/N: Hey! This is the second part of my The Witcher Fic. I accidentally deleted this part so I had to reupload ot. Yes I cried, but thankfully I still had the draft saved on my laptop.

Disclaimer: GIF’s and PNG’s are taken from Tumblr and are not mine! Credits to the creators!

Tags: @marvelbrat @charliestuff

Song: I couldn’t find the original one sooo

Absently, Alva wondered if most of the monsters were meant to be as beautiful and kind as James, or if this one was an exception to the rule, her mind struggled to hold on to one thought, with a whole new world opening in front of her.

“I know the healer of the village on the other side of the forest. She’s nice. She brings fruits to me from time to time. She will help you.” James hopped in front of her leading the way out of the woods.

She couldn’t believe anything her eyes captured. There are bad creatures. According to the Godling, there are a lot of them. The boy explained to her, that “Drowners” inhabit both natural and artificial bodies of water, from rivers and lakes to mill ponds and city sewers. It is commonly thought that these creatures are drowned men, somehow arisen from the dead to prey on the living. This opinion is as widespread as it is false, for the beasts are another post-Conjunction relict.

She couldn’t believe that this Godling just was a boy but knowing such crucial things about this life. She remembered James talking about the powers he has, that’s how he was able to save her.

“Hey, play some more of your music, please? I love the sound of it and we have to walk some time.” The Godling begged and gave his best puppy face.

She grabbed her phone and she had an idea. Maybe she was able to call or text her dad? Letting him know she’s okay. She wasn’t sure if this was the best idea she ever had, but still better than making him believe she was dead.

No signal. Of course.

“Music, please.”

She pressed the icons on her phone monotonously and a random song started playing.

 “Oh dear, oh dear, I’m sorry

That you grew up so soon

A cold year and no high school parties

I’ve been drinking alone

Oh, I’ve been drinking alone”

 “A blessing to my ears. What's the name of this bard?” The Godling started dancing along while walking in front of the girl.

“What is a bard?” These questions came automatically out of her mouth, wanting to know everything about this world.

Knowledge is power. Even in a world like this. If she knows what she has to be careful about, she can start to protect herself.

“You know the man and women writing songs and these lovely texts of legends, stories of their personal experiences, or their imaginations. I don’t care what they are about. I care about the melodies. I love the tunes.” James seemed to drift off in a state where he was admiring the artists and musicians at this time the whole way out of the woods.

He specifically talked about a Bard called Priscilla. A young woman famous for her poetry.

 “So, don't fear, don’t fear their warnings

They’re bitterer than most

4 years of driving across the country

For empty seats at their shows

And they’ve been drinking alone.”

 Less and fewer trees came along their way and after some more minutes, a village became visible. Still far away but the girl decided to turn off the music which was rewarded with an angry look of the Godling.

“Her cottage isn’t in the village. It's right here!”

He took a sharp turn between some trees and as told, a small cabin was revealed in front of them. It was old. Looked like a typical middle-aged, self-made cottage. Random kinds of stones were piled upon each other, connected by something that seemed to be a kind of cement. A small chimney was built on top and was busy blowing smoke out of it.

“Savilla! I want to show you, my new friend.” The boy shouted and Alva begged it was quiet enough so no one around could hear them. She wasn’t ready to meet anyone in this world, at least for now.

The old wooden door of the cottage opened and a middle-aged woman stepped out of the house. She was beautiful. Her Long black hair was braided down to the small waist of hers. Her long dress was colored with a dark wood green tone. A small V-neck covered her chest mostly and the butterfly sleeves made her look like a princess. A less fancy princess but a gorgeous one.

“Hello, my lovely James. How can I help you today?” Savilla had a warm smile on her face and holding her arms out for e hug.

The Godling happily jumped into her arms, to just leave them a couple of seconds later to point hysterically at Alva.

“This is my friend Alva. She got lost in my forest and a Drowner hit her. I think shes not from hear so she needs your help.”

Savilla laid her eyes on the small girl for the first time. Silently analyzing every single part of her. At this moment Alva realized that she was a unicorn in this world. Her clothes looked completely different from Safillas and James’. She was wearing a red lumberjacket that revealed her sports bra. Some pair of sporty leggings rested on her legs and short sneakers tied on her feet. Her favorite outfit for hiking. At least her fake leather bag seemed to fit the surroundings.

It wasn’t hard to tell that if the person in front of her wasn’t a cosplayer of Lord of the Rings, she had to be stuck in some kind of middle age century.

“Yes, she's not from here. I can tell.” The firm look of the women changed into a friendly smile. “Come in, I think it’s the best if no one sees you like this.”

Both Alva and James entered the cabin. Inside it was beautiful. Flower and herbs were growing every in countless pottery. An out of stone made kitchen area filled the rest of the room with a cozy fireplace at the opposite wall. Different kinds of fabric and papers stuck to the wall. It was filled with colors and smells that made you feel instantly relaxed, at least if you’re a person like Alva.

“You don’t seem to be in a lot of pain.”, stated Safilla while grabbing a wooden chair and placing it in front of her, guiding her to sit down.

“It’s pretty numb right now. It was worse about an hour ago.” Alva tried to give off a normal impression. But what is normal in this world.

er “That what I was inferred already. You seem to be in shock. Your body numbed itself to protect you from the pain.” While investigating the big scratch she explaining typical injuries caused by Drowners.

“You’re lucky that you had James by your side. He’s a loyal soul.” The healer tossed an apple to the boy who caught it happily.

Savilla mixed some unfamiliar herbs and bandaged it up with a clean cloth.

“It should heal fast, it's not a deep cut. You are lucky.”

The women put everything back in place and then grabbed a stool herself.

“Where are you from?”, she asked.

Where was she from actually? Maybe similar countries still exist?

“Originally my family comes from Sweden but I live in the USA at the moment.” The girl explained but ended up not receiving the reaction she wanted.

“I never heard of a place like that. I traveled a lot through Cintra, Temeria, and Lyria. How did you end up here?”

The girl got quiet. She didn’t want to cause any trouble. She was a stranger to this world. How much corruption was she able to cause?

Alva felt a hand on her shoulder. Savilla gently pat her and gave her a motherly smile.

“Look dear, I’m not here to hurt you. I can see you disturbed, even traumatized. You have no idea how you got access to this world, have you?”

The girl started to tear up and found herself in a warm hug of the healer. She couldn’t help herself but at this moment everything that was built up throughout the day suddenly burst out of her.

Every breath felt like acid burning heart throat, inflaming her lungs. Her heart felt like somebody was squeezing out every single emotion trapped in there. Like a sharp blade that is cutting straight through her chest.

“Mark my words, one day will come when you finally realize that fate is inevitable. One day you will get passed all this pain and realize it was a lesson learned for a better future, for a better you. You believe that this was an accident. But in our world, everything happens for a reason.” Savilla didn’t break the contact because she knew that this girl needed it. This wasn’t the first time something like this happened. The same happened decades ago. When the monsters first got into this dimension.

“I can teach you if you let me.”

Alva lifted her head and looked at the healer.

“I can teach you how to survive in this world until we figure it a way how to get you back. You just need to let me help you.”

“How do you know?” The girl was confused, more confused than she was, to begin with. How much does this woman know?

“This is not the first time a portal opened on accident. What we need to figure out is, if this indeed was an accident or if you have a mission you have to fulfill. I will help you. That’s my duty. Let me explain. I’m a mage.”

Savilla explained to Alva that mages are basically what she knows as a witch. Only rare individuals have the potential to become mages and many of those with this potential are doomed to madness. Unless the individual in question - known as a source - learns to control their power quickly, he or she may end up a half-insane, slobbering oracle. That is why schools of sorcery were created, where talented children study for many years, acquiring knowledge and mastering magical skills. Because of their powers, mages age more slowly than ordinary people. Savilla herself attended a school called Aretuza. But she didn’t believe in their morals so she left and lives on her own.

Mages can extract magical energy from the four elements, transport themselves long distances and heal, as well as kill, in the blink of an eye. They have extensive scientific and political knowledge; in the latter respect, many mages are the equals of rulers.

A witch that is connected so some kind of rule book.

“Know you know about me, but for now we need to get you out of your clothes. They reveal your true identity. There are people out there who will view you as dangerous and they’ll get scared. We need to give you a new persona. But for now, let’s start easy. No one will look for you because James took care of that. New clothes will at least give you the appearance of our dimension.”

Savilla walked in a different room and you could her searching sounds. Fabrics got thrown around after her steps came closer again.

As she walked into the room she showed off a dress similar to hers. The dress was white and it had some floral symbols embroidered in the fabric. Her sleeves were also long and wide, almost touching the ground. The White of the dress was mostly protected by a moss green light coat that had a corset on the front. The white dress was strapless but unseen due to the green coat. On top of that Savilla brought her some flat sandals.

“I can give you some pants to wear underneath the dress if you’d like. Is more efficient when you have to move quickly.” The mage was happy she could assist that young girl. She finally had a purpose to assist to.

Alva only nodded along, speechless by the kindness the woman was offering her.

Savilla walked up to her with a hairbrush and put her hair into different styles. “And maybe we can do something with your hair, putting it up or braid-“, she hesitated the moment when she was putting her hair up. “I think it looks fitting already.”

Quickly brushing Alva's hair down again.

[allthingsdog]

My 4 month-old Indian Breed puppy has started getting one Ear standing up but another ear is still down, is it normal?

Hi My 4 month -old otherwise healthy and normal puppy has started getting one Ear standing up but other is still down, Primary examination don't show any sign of infection etc

Is it normal, should I wait, or it will be like this forever? Btw its very cute and I love this way a lot :)

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[galaxystony]

fortune’s fool: peter parker V

peter parker x reader

A/N: I PROMISE THIS PART AND THE NEXT WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ONE CHAPTER BUT.... IT WAS LONG AF SO HERE IS THIS TO TIDE YOU OVER THX & GOD BLESS! Alsooooo so so sorry it’s been a whole ass year lmao i’m tryING my best!!! i hope i can have part 6 out within the week thanks for bearing with me!!

requested: nope

Words: 900+

Warnings: none

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet

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requests are open!

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5. Correspondence 

28 y/o Peter, 26 y/o reader

8 May

Dear Peter,

Thank you for that very… vivid description of Thor’s morning routine. (We all could kind of tell he was a bit full of himself anyway, but pep talks in the mirror? Come on!) All is well here in the city. MJ and Ned have coerced me into volunteering at the rec center every Sunday despite my heavy workload, but I’ve found myself really enjoying it. This last semester is kicking my ass, but I’m powering through it with the help of my professors. I visited May last week. She said you broke your arm fighting off bad guys. I wish you’d have told me.

Until next time,

Y/N

14 May

Dear Smarty Pants,

Yeah, I did break my arm a couple of weeks ago, but it healed right up in a matter of days. (Perks of being a super freak, right?) I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you, but if it happens again, I’ll be sure to give you all the gruesome details! I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself at the rec. Ned and MJ are lucky to be able to see you every week. In interesting news, Tony and I are working on developing a prototype for an updated web fluid. If all goes well, it’ll be stronger while simultaneously using less materials. There’s talk of him bringing Princess Shuri from Wakanda back in to take a look at it, too. Remember how she fixed up my suit a couple of years ago? So far, there have been more explosions than breakthroughs, so any help is welcomed.

Hope to see you soon,

Peter

(P.S. I caught Thor singing Firework by Katy Perry into his hairbrush the other day. I’ll send a vid if you want!)

21 May

Peter,

Please, for the love of GOD, send me that video of Thor!!! And actually, we may as well switch to email entirely at this point. I’m getting sort of tired of waiting by the mailbox every week. Anyway, I hope the tests are going well. What version of web fluid would this batch be? 12.5? 13? You’re updating them too fast for me to keep up! Now that school is coming to an end, I’ve found myself in search for a job or internship somewhere. How terrifying is that?! Soon I’ll be out in the real world doing…. adult things….. I miss having you here with me.

Write back soon (or email!!!!),

Y/N

(P.S. I never would’ve pegged Thor for a Katy Perry guy! I would’ve guessed Taylor Swift. Hmmmmm…)

From: peterbparkerman@gmail.com

To: medgirl778@empirestateu.edu

Subject: hey friend!

Smarty Pants,

Look at us entering the 21st century!! This would be web fluid version 14 already, can you believe it?!? It feels like only yesterday I was working on version 3.01. Anyway, if you really need a job, just ask Tony! I’m sure he good make good use of your talents up here. If not though, I’ve got a connection at Oscorp that I can get in touch with for you, so just say the word and I’ll give him a call. By the way, May told me she dropped by and found that you adopted a puppy (!!!). I wanna know all about it! And I miss you, too, of course. Let me know when and I’ll be back whenever you need me.

Love you tons,

Peter

(P.S. I think Thor was humming Shake it Off the other day when I was grabbing lunch. Closet Swiftie?? I think so. Let me know your take)

From: medgirl778@empirestateu.edu

To: peterbparkerman@gmail.com

Subject: hey friend!

Pete,

Thanks for the tips! I think I’ll see if I can get an interview at Oscorp. I’m not very sure how I feel about moving upstate to work for Tony Stark (sorry!), but if nothing works out here, I’ll give you a call. And yes, I did adopt a puppy!!! He’s a little mutt named Kipper!! He’s got mile-long ears  and paws that are way too big for his little body. He was hit by a car when he was a newborn, but luckily he only lost one of his legs, which (obviously) just makes me love him even more. I hope you can come see him while he’s still little!

With love,

Y/N

(P.S. Thor is most definitely a closet Swiftie! Why do you think his hair looks like that?? You should definitely test our theory out next time you see him)

From: peterbparkerman@gmail.com

To: medgirl778@empirestateu.edu

Subject: He’s a swiftie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SP (I shortened it!! How do you like it??),

I couldn’t leave this to the post-script because it’s too exciting, but I played Hey Stephen (arguably one of Tay’s less popular songs, but my personal fav) in the kitchen with Thor the other day and guess who TOTALLY SANG ALONG!! I don’t even think he noticed he was doing it, because he grabbed a bottle of water and left without even acknowledging me!!! But now I know his secret!!! MUAHAHAHHAHA!!! Anyway, I gave Mr. Osborne at Oscorp a call He said he’d be reaching out to you soon if he hasn’t already, so be on the lookout for that. Kipper sounds absolutely adorable!! That’s sad about his leg, but I’m sure it gives him much more personality.

Missing you daily,

Peter

From: medgirl778@empirestateu.edu

To: peterbparkerman@gmail.com

Subject: i miss you.

come home.

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[wlweiss-blog]

@wlwnora tagged me 

Here Are The Rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

Fool Lineup (i have no idea if this is avas own addition or if the original ask meme had fool lineup from the start. both are good): nat tagged most of the people i know :c @pyrruby @rosezone @angel-maki @tsunamifalls @hope-png and anyone else ive forgotten/wants to do it!!

the last

1. drink: water mixed w/ raspberry stuff 2. phone call: my brother 3. text message: ami 4. song you listened to: Zelda: OoT/TP- Lost Woods(Saria's Song)/ Sacred Grove Piano  5. time you cried: yesterday 6. dated someone twice: whoops yea 7. kissed someone and regretted it: nope ive never kissed someone 8. been cheated on: yyyyea 9. lost someone special: YYYYYYEa 10. been depressed: i am known for being depressed

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: new years

3 favorite colours

12. pastel pink 13. pastel blue 14. that pretty orange color idk what its called

in the last year have you 15. made new friends: oyea 16. fallen out of love: nah 17. laughed until you cried: yeah i cry a lot 18. found out someone was talking about you: yeah 19. met someone who changed you: big yes 20. found out who your friends are: idk what this means but probs 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: my fb is basically just family so no

general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: 3 and the rest is family so im too lazy to count 23. do you have any pets: ye 24. do you want to change your name: kinda but im worried abt what my mom would Do 25. what did you do for your last birthday: im p sure i just slept

26. what time did you wake up: 6:10 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: snnnnnzzzzz 28. name something you can’t wait for: meeting my friends and this day being Over im so tired 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: last night 31. what are you listening to right now:  1 Hour of Relaxing Zelda: Breath of the Wild Music

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yea

33. something that is getting on your nerves: Hip Pain and sadly these dogs im not good w puppies 34. most visited website: tungle and google 35. hair colour: light brown

36. long or short hair: short its just above my shoulders 37. do you have a crush on someone: ye ye ye my gf

38. what do you like about yourself: my eyes bv everyone says i have nice eyes

39. piercings: ears 40. blood type: A or O

41. nickname: kate, kait, kaitee, kb, valerson, koki is old but koki 42. relationship status: gay and taken

43. zodiac: sagittarius. aquarius moon and cancer rising 44. pronouns: they/them

45. favourite tv show: uhhhhhhh… i honestly dont watch many tv shows unless u count like….. anime……… in which case bnha (same nat) 46. tattoos: none. id only get one if i can find a nice easy spot where i dont feel mch pain (same enat) 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: none 50. sport: soccer, softball, baseball, football, tennis, volleyball, golf, and cheerleading (all of these are Death) 51. vacation: Georgia, North Carolina, Virginia, D.C, Kentucky, upstate New York 52. pair of trainers: ??

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: nothing rn 54. drinking: coffee

55. I’m about to: finish this and then play botw 56. waiting for: sleep & my mom to get home 57. want: My Cool Friends to be here tbh 58. get married: mmm….. maybe idk (same nat) 59. career: i want.... coffee shop but probably teaching or doing something w kids even tho i dont rlly like kids :/

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: hugs 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: idc

63. older or younger: :// 64. nice arms or nice stomach: again idc 65. hookup or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant:i would be a troublemaker but i have anxiety(sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssame)

HAVE YOU EVER: 67. kissed a stranger: no 68. drank hard liquor: no scary 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: many glasses but ive always found them eventually 70. turned someone down: yes. same guy four times( meeee too nat) 71. sex on the first date: no 73. had your heart broken: a lil 74. been arrested: almost 75. cried when someone died: yeah 76. fallen for a friend: yea

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. yourself: not really 78. miracles: ye 79. love at first sight: not really no 80. santa claus: no 81. kiss on the first date: probably not 82. angels: kinda for certain reasons

OTHER: 84. eye color: blue 85. favorite movie: spirited away or uhhhh aladdin or uhhhhh moana or uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a lot

[lichaltar]

" Mn, a proper war dog should know whats accepted or not and be ready for the consequences of his own actions Lor. " A hint perhapes? Trying to go for someone like Skrill was going to be a bit harder than that. He'd be a bloodied stain on her floor before he tried to use her as another notch to his belt unfortunately.

Not that she cared right now, he was pretty and he brought her pretty things. His razor sharp smile was met with her own before she leaned in to trail her lips along the shell of his ear. "Mind setting me down Puppy?" The sharp tips of her nails skimmed along his bare chest, rustling the chain around his neck.

"Or are you gonna walk around with me all night?"

“Ah- and as my l1fe started tO grOw dull, sOme sp1ce was added tO 1t.”

“Thank the fuck1ng mess1ahs.”

[shadow--writer]

I Light up Like a Sparkler, Feel it Getting Warmer

title (this is one of my fav bands lol. they released the end of their newest album and it was all I could listen to for a week asdf)

Maeve x Lucas. Let’s try this one again (again). 3.9k

TW: none!

@dela-png

The Raven was boisterous when they entered, both making her gut sink and heart flutter a little. 

While she loved how loud it was, with people laughing so hard they bent over themselves. 

It meant more…

“Songbird!”

...of Eli. He was a regular patient at her clinic. And a total dumbass. A loving one, sure, but a dumbass.

“Ya gonna play for us tonight, hermosa dama?”

She rubbed her temples, cracking an eye open to look at him. She wasn’t very fluent in the language he spoke, but she’d heard it enough to guess what he was saying. 

“I need a few drinks before we go that far,” she replied, keeping her voice flat.

Eli laughed, raising his tankered at her. 

Lucas chuckled, kissing her cheek. “Well you’re popular.”

“Mmm. My dream.” 

She cracked an eye open to look around. Some of the people sitting by Eli paled they looked over at her. 

No...they weren’t looking at her. It was Lucas.

It was strange seeing it, like they had seen a ghost. Or something from the past. It wasn’t normal to pale like this. Sure Lucas was…well Lucas. She wouldn’t lie and say he was a small man.

Lucas shifted nervously, looking down at the ground. At their feet. Her legs. Anywhere but at the Raven falling quieter.

She frowned, turning away from the group. 

She’d ask him about it later. 

“We’ll just…get a place at the counter and wait for Amani, okay?” she said softly, shifting away to move to the counter.

She hated killing the mood by thinking, but something was just off. Or something was happening and he wasn’t telling her. Or it was both.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, rolling her eyes. He didn’t have to tell her anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Just as she kept things from him. 

But why did this feel bigger than whatever secrets she might’ve had?

She winced, thinking back on Nicolas as she sat on a stool. The fact she was thinking his name again was a good sign. 

After years of not. Was she healing?

…the nightmare she had pleaded the case of no. 

She let out a sigh, tangling her hands in her hair. Barth chuckled as he cleaned a glass, almost reading her mind. “We got a new shipment of gin.”

She peaked through her fingers. “I’m listening.”

Lucas sat next to her, hunching over a little as he pressed his shoulder against hers.

She reached over to pat his knee.

“And the usual for you?” Barth asked, throwing the rag over his shoulder and settling the glass down. 

She smiled a little, banishing all thoughts of Nicolas. Ugh she was never going to get over his name. Saying it, thinking it, it was all the same.

“Oh no. Mo stór will have a glass of water.” Oops she said that a little…loudly.

Lucas groaned, burying his face in his hands, the tips of his ears going red. 

There was a snort and a wheeze and Lucas looked like he wanted to melt further.

Ah. So it seemed Amani arrived.

She slowly gathered her wits up, mulling over what the fuck to say to her as Barth slid her a gin. And a water. 

“Thanks my love,” she said to him with a smile that was more of a grimace. Yeah. She was fucked. Nothing was quite like the wrath of Amani. She just hoped a peace offering would at least help a little. 

“Water huh?” Amani asked, walking over and throwing an arm around his shoulders, rubbing her knuckles into his hair. “Surprised you even knew it existed!”

Maeve hid her smile in her glass. Okay. Less fucked. “He lost a wager. No alcohol for a week.”

Amani perked up, plopping herself in Maeve’s lap. She let out a startled choke, giggling. 

“Ooh is that gin? Don’t mind if I do.” Amani plucked the glass from her hands, taking a swing. “Mm! That new, Barth?”

He nodded, chuckling to himself. 

Oh they were causing a scene.

Maeve smiled, resting one hand on Amani’s hip and the other on her knee. 

She liked it.

“Mmm this is really good!” Amani said, lighting up. She offered the glass to Lucas, her smile growing mischievous. “You should try it- oh wait!”

He pouted and Maeve pursed her lips to keep from laughing harder. 

“So. What’s this wager that my loving dumbass lost?”

“Amani,” he whined.

“Well,” Maeve said, smiling and letting out a breath. “He took me out on a date.”

“Oh fuck! Really?!” 

“Why are you surprised,” Lucas asked, pressing his cheek against the counter, sulking at the water.

“Well didn’t she fuckin dump ya? And your ass was pissed!”

“Mmm. Yeah. And you still owe me a lot of repairs.”

“Psh repairs reshamers.”

“…my broken stools would like to say otherwise.”

“Eh, what's a little property damage between friends!”

She liked that Amani considered them friends in that one sentence. But yeah she didn’t deserve it.

“I um…don’t think I’m worthy of being called a friend,” she murmured, her arms going slack. She fucked up pretty badly. Maybe not for the long term.

But she did hurt him.

Amani looked over her shoulder with a withering glare. “You’d better shut your bitchass mouth before I do.”

“Amani please don’t kiss my partner.”

“Hey wasn’t talkin bout kissin but she does have a nice mouth when she doesn’t run it on bullshit.”

Lucas’ lips quirked up in a tiny smile.

She wilted.

Oh no they were ganging up on her.

“It is a nice mouth.”

“And here I thought we were teasing you,” she replied, her tone miffed. She took her glass back from Amani and looked away from them as she bitterly took a swing. 

He chuckled, and she knew he saw the tips of her ears burning red.

“But eh, fuck it. Ya seem to draw this ass outta his shell a little more and make him happy and all that. Just don’t dump him without a good reason and we’re good.”

“But I-”

Amani pressed a finger to her lips with a grin. “Please, inviting me out here was a peace offering. I can see right through ya.”

“…well, yeah.”

“‘Preciate it. But I’m just glad I talked sense into ya. Also Lucas shared a smidgen of the blame. Sure, dumping him was harsh.” Amani’s eyes shone with understanding, she wasn’t going to mention why Maeve did it.

And she appreciated it, relaxing a little. 

“But hey. Guy’s gotta go through the stages of pining and hurt at lighting speed somehow.”

“…comforting.”

“Now tell me about this date ya went on.”

“He lost a wager we made. And got me bit by an eel.”

His head shot up. “I did not! You fell in all on your own!”

“Yeah! After you startled me!”

“It was an accident!”

Amani snorted. “Isn’t this the second person you’ve gotten bit?”

“I know right! The eels must flock to him thinking he’ll lay out their next meal!”

Lucas turned away from them, messing with his glass as they giggled.

“So. Wager?”

“We did a bit of sparring.”

“…always a good choice on a first date.”

“He called me shortie, and if he wouldn’t defend my honour I had to.”

“I said it because it’s true,” he mumbled.

“Well compared to you I might be, but I still kicked your ass so don’t you forget it.”

“You won’t let me.”

“Oh right, no alcoholic drinks for a week. What’s my poor darling supposed to do? Drink literally anything else? The horror.”

“So you banned him from drinking?”

“Oh great,” Lucas moaned.

Amani chuckled, throwing her head back and nearly making them topple off of the stool they shared. “Oh you are evil! I like it!”

She took a swing of her gin, finishing it off as Amani ordered her own drink. 

“He made his bed now he must lie in it.”

“You sparred for this?”

“Mmhmm.”

Amani squinted, looking at her. She tilted her head, the gold paint around her eyes shimmering a little. Maeve looked over at Lucas for help, and he was, of course, none. 

“W-What?”

“You...sparred with him?”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“And won?”

She smiled a little, giggling. “What, like it’s hard?”

Lucas looked over at them and smiled at her. “It was awesome.”

“What’d she do?”

“She kicked my nose.”

“And your ass. Literally.”

He snorted, taking her hand off Amani’s knee and holding it gently. “Flipping me over your shoulder is nothing to sniff at.”

“Holy shit she flipped ya? That is fuckin awesome!” Amani said, looking back at Maeve. “You’ve gotta show me how to do that.”

“Now?”

“...good point.”

“Destroy my bar and that’s even more on your tab,” Barth added, making Amani laugh.

“You know I wouldn’t.” He raised an eyebrow and she wilted a little. “...wouldn’t much.”

Maeve snorted, squeezing Lucas’ hand. “I’ll teach you later,” she told the woman who was still on her lap. Barth slid an amber liquid over to them and another gin. 

“Then what did you do?”

“Well everyone has pressure points tucked in our biceps. Press them hard enough and your arms will go numb. Hurts like a bitch but it’s good at taking down someone who is…” she smiled a little, looking at Lucas. “Bigger.”

Amani snorted. “With you two? That’s an understatement.”

Maeve giggled and Lucas blushed a little. “He wounded my pride so I had to stand up for myself.” She tweaked his nose. “And got his ass banned from alcohol. Tired of water?”

His eyes turned pleading. Reminded her of a puppy. “Yeah.”

She leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. “They might have cider. I could order you some.”

His face fell and he made a face at her. “I’m not a kid. I can order my own cider.”

She sipped on her gin, hiding her smile in her glass. “Ah, of course. I hear the cider is very good though.”

“Better than water.”

She gasped in mock offense, holding a hand to her chest. “Slander water and I will throw you over the counter.”

He snorted, fighting back his smile. “Yes because you would risk that.”

She fluttered her lashes. “I can claim I was just simply...drunk and you said a comment that landed poorly. I must defend my honour after all, and I have quite the reputation.” Two gins in? Hardly enough to get her buzzed. 

She was quite proud of her alcohol tolerance. She could best even the largest of people in a game. It made betting fun. 

“Reputation? For what?”

She winked, letting out a tiny hum. “While I might be a lady I can cause a nuisance if I so pleased.”

“Oh? And how do you do that?” Amani chimed in, tease alight in her tone. 

“I’m not known as ‘Songbird’ for nothing, my sweet lady.”

Lucas snorted. “Lady.” Amani glared at him and stuck out her tongue. Maeve giggled, pressing her lips together to stifle the sound. 

“She does put on a good show if it pleases her,” Barth said with a smile. “She’s almost as bad as Julian.”

Maeve blew a raspberry. “Oh please I only sing.”

“Either way it draws people in,” he said with a shrug. “Plus you look like you have fun.”

Her cheeks reddened. She did have fun when she sang on top of the tables. It was energetic and she liked being the life of the party for once. 

But she hadn’t done anything...like that in front of Lucas. He might not like her doing it, or he’d see her much differently after the fact. She might’ve been vulgar and open (most of the time) but this was almost embarrassing. 

Nicolas didn’t like it because she made a fool of him when she did it. 

She bit her lip. Damn why did she keep thinking of him? He wasn’t here anymore. If she could go back to ignoring all that happened she could get on with her life. 

She nervously looked over at Lucas. He looked interested. 

“Do you play any instruments?” Amani asked. 

“I um...no.” She wouldn’t meet Amani’s eyes. “I...don’t have any to play if I wanted to.” She did have a fiddle of her own. Well, she used to have a fiddle. It had been a gift from her Seanathair, but she…

Her face fell. 

She left it with Nicolas. 

“And no one would want to hear me play! Besides, I don’t have a fiddle to play!”

“You can borrow mine, hermosa dama!” Eli offered from where he sat, waving his bow around.

Amani cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.

She wilted. 

Fuck.

“It’s just one little song, wouldn’t it be fun?” Amani said sweetly, batting her eyes. “Playing music again after so long!”

“...you’re good at this.”

“I’m an expert guilt tripper, that's true.”

“But I don’t think…” she looked at Lucas again and bit her lower lip. He wasn’t Nicolas but he might not like it either. She didn’t know, and after her major fuck up? One she still agreed with but regretted? Yeah. She didn’t want to risk it. Him liking her was already a miracle in itself. She was a disaster in heels. “No one wants to see me play. I sing, I dance, and I arm wrestle over confident people.”

“That I’d like to see. But.” Amani hopped out of her lap, dragging her to her feet. “I wanna see Miss-Prissy-Lady-Pants get rowdy.”

Nerves fluttered in her gut as Amani tugged her over to Eli. Lucas had sat up, intrigued. 

Amani caught her gaze and laughed softly, handing her the borrowed fiddle. “He loves this stuff, don’t worry. He may have the musical talent of a rock, but he likes music. Besides, he likes you.”

She held the fiddle gently, staring at the polished wood. “But I’m out of practice!”

“Let’s see what you remember!”

She sighed, holding it up to her neck and testing a note with the bow. It was tuned and the note came out clean. 

She really wasn’t getting out of this. 

“Besides,” Amani whispered. “Who doesn’t like to get rowdy once in a while?” She shoved Maeve forward, making her stumble over herself. Her heels clicked on the floor and the Raven quieted. 

Fan-fucking-tastic.

She shot a glare at Amani, who had settled back onto the stool with her rum in hand.

Lucas mouthed ‘you got this’ with a dorky smile and she sighed again. 

Ugh peer pressure. 

She stood on a chair and stepped onto the table Eli sat at. He was grinning wildly. Breathing in once, she closed her eyes. She knew this tune. It had been burned into her memory from playing it so many times. 

It was different each time. 

Allowing herself to smile, she tapped her foot and played the first note.

The jig was quick, picking up from the first little note as she skipped around the table. Around the glasses and people laughing at her antics. Normally she would sing, picking up her skirts and allowing her voice to raise to the roof and lifting her higher. 

Now she was playing a familiar tune on an unfamiliar instrument. 

Her heels clicked as she spun, giggling a little to herself as she opened her eyes. 

People clapped, keeping the beat and keeping her on track. As she turned, she met Lucas’ eyes. 

He was grinning at her, clapping and cheering a little. His cheeks were rosy and he looked so...perfectly happy. 

She winked at him, bending down as the tune’s pace quickened. She flubbed a few notes, ignoring them. No one seemed to notice. 

No one knew the jig like she did. 

She grinned up at the ceiling, feeling lighter than air as she played the last note. It rang through the Raven for a heartbeat before Eli started wildly (and frankly, drunkenly) laughing. 

She laughed with him, bending over herself and shaking as she laughed. She was shaking and nervous. Sweaty but laughing so hard she was snorting. 

Lucas got to his feet, moving closer to her while holding out his hand, getting to her feet and tucking the fiddle under her arm, she kissed him softly. He was grinning like a loon as he helped her hop down from the table. She landed with a click, handing the fiddle back to Eli. 

Walking back to Amani, her legs shook. She collapsed on Lucas’ stool, him muttering about how he had to move down one. 

She buried her face in her arms, trying to stifle her nervous laughter. Lucas set a hand on her lower back, gently patting her back. 

“See! That wasn’t so bad!”

“I h-h-hate you,” she stuttered through her giggles. “N-N-Never gonna d-do that a-again.”

She could see Lucas’ brows creasing in worry. She never really stuttered. Last time she stuttered it was after…

She stopped giggling. That dream. 

She looked at Amani. “Happy now?”

Amani only smiled back. “Well, kind of. Now that I know you can play~”

“Yeah. Play with what?”

Her smile grew wicked. “I know a couple places to get something for you.”

“Let me guess...you’re going to steal it? Oh! Borrow without returning?”

Amani gasped, holding the back of her hand to her forehead. “You wound me! I would never steal anything! Stealing is a crime and I am a simple law abiding citizen!”

Lucas snorted, shoulders shaking as he laughed. “Name one law.”

“...don’t kill people?”

Maeve snorted. “You set the bar a bit low there, darling.”

“...that I did.”

“Ooh I see we’re at pet names now,” Amani teased. 

“We’ve always been at pet names,” she replied. 

“The question is if they’re nice or not,” Lucas said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. The stool rocked and she let out a tiny squeak. He ruffled her hair, kissing the top of her head. 

“T-They’re always nice!” she said, trying to push his face away. He only nuzzled her fingers, making her chide him softly. “You’ve just never gotten your head outta your ass long enough to understand that. They could be sickening sweet for all you know.” And they were. It’s why she liked them.

“Ugh you two are sickening sweet,” Amani groaned, making a face. 

“You know Firefly, I think Amani is jealous,” Lucas said, Maeve squishing his cheeks to make his lips pucker a little. 

She giggled. “Oh? A nickname for me? You really think of me as a bug?”

He glared at her, it was hard to take him seriously when he looked like a fish. She kissed him lightly, still smiling. “It’s because you glow,” he whined. “And even if you were a bug you’d be a cute bug.”

She snorted. “Wow you really know how to woo a girl.”

“Well you’re lucky he’s going with ‘firefly’ instead of ‘hairy spider’,” Amani said, making Lucas snort. 

She giggled, smoothing out the creases around his eyes. 

“Would you rather I call you my lightning bug?”

“Annnd you’re back to being disgustingly sweet.”

They ignored Amani’s whining with soft laughter. 

“Well, it’s not so bad,” she finally admitted. “It’ll grow on me.”

“At least you know what it means.”

She giggled, smiling a little smugly. “If you learn my language you’d understand it!” she sang

“Or you could just tell me,” he sang back. 

Err well, tried to.

She burst out laughing, letting go of his face and wrapping her arms around his neck as she laughed. “You’re terrible.”

He kissed her cheek. “I could say the same about you, Songbird.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down.”

“You were lovely when you played. Why don’t you do it more often?”

“I can’t afford to. I’d play all the instruments I grew up with if I could…afford to have them.” Nicolas probably destroyed her fiddle anyways. 

She missed playing. 

“I did offer to steal some!”

She turned to look at Amani. “Ah! So you admit to it!”

Amani stuck her tongue out and they giggled.

Her lips twisted and she smiled. “Let me think about it.”

Amani winked. “Take all the time you need, it’ll be fun!”

Lucas sighed, resting his chin on Maeve’s shoulder. “Just don’t get caught.”

“Me? Get caught? That hurts even more than you thinking I was a criminal!”

Maeve stage whispered to her. “If it makes you feel any better I’m a wanted criminal.”

Amani gasped. “Miss Prissy Pants? No way!”

She giggled, pressing her hands to her mouth as she nodded. Maybe Malory having the guards chase her every time she went to the market was good for one or two things. 

“Ya gotta tell me this story.”

“Well part of it has something to do with Lucas thinking I hated him with a nickname for a specific story.”

His eyes lit up. “You were a spitfire!”

“And I’ll be one again if you push me,” she said with a smile, but her tone was dead serious. “You haven’t pissed me off just yet.”

“Yet?!”

She kissed his temple, smiling and launching into her story.

~~

The Raven slowly quieted as the candles burned low, Amani yawning through her tale about stealing from some demon. Again. 

While it was entertaining, Amani was dead on her feet. And quite frankly, maybe even a little drunk. 

“You should get her home,” she said softly, leaning against Lucas’ shoulder. 

“She lives in the Flooded District.”

“Mmm that is a bit far. Can you take her to your home?”

“Yeah. She’s going to have quite the headache when she wakes up.”

Maeve chuckled. “Nothing a good cup of coffee won’t fix. Want me to help carry her?”

“You also have to get home. You live a ways away from me. In the opposite direction.”

She hummed. That was true. “We’ll just walk until we need to split up then?”

“Yeah. I can’t visit you tomorrow since I have to pick up another shift.”

She smiled, getting to her feet. “I don’t mind a day without you. Make it up to me later?”

He chuckled, kissing her forehead and getting to his feet. “Or I could visit you,” she said with a smile. “Won’t make lunch but I might bring a present.”

He smiled, gently waking Amani and lifting her up on his back. She grumbled incoherently and fell back asleep. 

“You don’t have to.”

“Ah! But I must.”

He sighed but his smile didn’t falter. It fell into a comfortable silence as they walked down the street. It was dark and kind of gloomy, but she had a happy buzz making her body warm.

They soon came to where they needed to part ways. She jumped a little to kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, tapping his nose once before moving to walk away.

“Thumbelina, wait.”

She turned and was quickly swept into a kiss. He couldn’t do much with Amani on his back, and she let out a tiny ‘mmph!’. It was a different kind of kiss. Sweetness replaced with desperation. It was needy and all encompassing, leaving her skin burning hot. 

He wouldn’t meet her eyes when he pulled away, cheeks red with embarrassment. 

She stood shocked for a moment, touching her lower lip. She started to giggle, biting her lower lip. His eyes quickly snapped up to meet hers as she laughed. 

“S-Sorry it’s just.” She pursed her lips with a smile, standing on her tiptoes and tangling her hands in his hair. “I um. Didn’t expect that.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “You kiss goodbye like it’s going to be your last.”

His ears were red as she rubbed her nose against his, still giggling. “Goodnight Giant. Get home safe.”

“Y-You too.”

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 4.1)

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

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Seems like a Hirikka wants to be adopted. Thus, it was the Hirikka's presence that made things a lot more complicated for Geralt as he seemed to have a difficult time saying no to those doe eyes that you and the Hirikka had; leaving Jaskier to realize there was seriously something fishy about you and it was not just because of the witcher's frustration for his great abstinence that he badly needed a woman. Hence, there was something more.

Warnings: Fluff and tension from Geralt and Y/N! A tamed Hirikka who wanted to join the fam-bam! The word vagina and smash 😂 curse words and a very dramatic bard! Brief mention of Yoda. 😂 Soft! Geralt! 😍 Y’all can sense how Y/N has a crushie on the witcher. Taking care of an endangered species at home; but will eventually be freed when...it’s time.

Words: 4,100+

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Some people said that when you're on your way to a journey you never knew about, it would be as difficult as taking a trek up the Mount Everest; saying that the way back home was pretty much effortless because the right path home was already engraved inside your head.

Not for you. You were heaving breaths again as you were not even halfway through the forest till Geralt's house.

Your eyes scanned the whole woods. It was extremely vast, thick and humid. Thoroughly astir with life like you have never seen before. Never, even back in your dimension; in earth to be precised. The forest of Kaedwen was like a fantasy genre game that has came into life and you were completely astounded even though, you were hunched over your knees like a dog panting in heat.

You've heard his horse gallop, wheezing before you as you gave them both a huff of exhaustion; giving Geralt a nasty lour when you've breathed in another deep one. The witcher suddenly jumped off his horse as you carry one with heaving breaths when he'd abruptly called out for you.

"Come," He demanded; standing beside Roach completely poised and with authority. Both hands on his leather belt with those hypnotizing set of peepers fixated on you. His expression lukewarm.

A baffled crease of your forehead coming together as you stood up straight; lips forming a tight thin line full of enervation. You've sauntered to where he is, very languidly and feeling your soles hurt every now and then. With Geralt suddenly conscious of your limping form and the huge cape you were trying to keep away from dirt because you've held the ends of it as you walked through the forest. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

The witcher shell-shockingly tutted when you were at arms reach, shaking his head as he does so. You've felt him take a step closer, towering over you with a stare he could muster that can get your face boiling in twitterpatters.

His palpable warmth was radiating off you quite irresistible. Such a warmth that could want one person to be engulfed in all night against the crisp wind that the kingdom of Kaedwen can offer. A tempting gesture you've wanted to take but had no will to do because it'll be very much strange for a person who'd suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hug the warmth out of him because of the cold wind.

"Turn around," He deeply muttered, slightly leaning his chiseled face down to your side as if to whisper in your ear. You've felt the baffling goosebumps rise your skin; the familiar warmth suddenly itching your face once more like a charger that was about to explode.

Faces close to each other and the vision of him leaning down just to whisper in your ear was enough to make you stammer like a high-school girl again. His Aurum eyes undeniably clearer and different when stared at with only a few inches away. It was giving an effect that makes you question yourself what your name was when you already know what it is, that kind of effect as each day passes.

"Why--why are you so demanding---" you started with a wild stammer. One side of his lips lifting in an inconsiderable amount that got your heart pounding, "Turn. Around." Geralt repeated, very much firmer and clearer with that subtle mischief in his peepers.

The cheeky bastard knew what he was doing.

You've stood your ground. Your eyes narrowing at the Witcher with a tenuous amount of pout because of how he'd gotten out of the ordinary since the moment he'd given you his hooded cloak.

A brief amount of headstrong stares were shared before the other raised his white flag, wanting to roll his eyes at the disobediency. The tall, brooding man sighed exasperatedly before you've felt his gentle fingers hooking your hips and painstakingly turning you around to his satisfaction.

This was the first time he has held you in such way. Your breath hitched and Geralt definitely heard and felt how your body react to his touch. It was like he was injecting a fiery kind of warmth that shoot through your veins when he turned you around.

Your legs were submitting to his demand. He was like your master and you were his puppet that he could play with the strings. Totally controllable with just one whisper.

"A stubborn midget, indeed." He uttered, completely lackadaisical. You bit the insides of your lips in consciousness. Very attentive of his fingers tightly clasping your hips and his warmth radiating from behind.

Geralt couldn't help but get a whiff of that delectable scent you had. The irresistible scent that boils his emotions like fireworks popping in the sky. He deeply sighed, eyes fluttering closed as he breathed. A coherent growl coming out of his chest making you turn your head to the side; wanting to ask what was wrong because he seemed to be having a battle within himself.

His touch was sending you the shudders whenever you were having a date with one of your suitors. These suitors that eventually got tired of courting because of how boring you were in reality. They were just attracted to the outer beauty you had; the adorable expressions you make or a sweet voice that gives them the thrill of having you. But, when they finally had the privilege on seeing the real you; they suddenly stop and find another woman who was worth the courting.

Kind of disheartening but you were used to it. All the damn time. They've called you boring but you've called yourself an idiot for liking them a lot in the end when they were officially pulling away.

Though, with Geralt's touch; there was something different. Something that could get your heart feeling the thrill and comfort you wanted and needed that nobody could ever give and you were beyond dumbstruck because of it.

"Hold on to Roach," the witcher suddenly dictated as you were distracted by those fingers clasping your hips, "What---" you asked out of nowhere, feeling his hold go firm as he pulled you closer to him. The mellowness of your face growing hotter when you've also felt his breath on top of your hair. You were panicking, but in a good; thrilling way.

"---and jump when I carry you," he added with the gruffest tone he could perpetrate. Your hands were quick to grab onto Roach's body when all of a sudden, you've saw an animal sitting on the ground in your peripheral vision; only catching the silhouette of his body.

"Wa-wait," Geralt ceased to carry you onto his horse's back. A curious hum leaving his chest as he haven't carried you midway yet. The sound of feet shifting was heard and you've turned your soles to be met with a brown animal who also had a lanky torso, legs and feet to stand, with arms that had the same structure of a human. Big eyes in the shade of dirty yellow, a stout jaw and nose but with sharp teeth of a wolf.

"Geralt?" the sound of your voice consists of slight fright but also completely fascinated and with utter interest. No words were given to you when you've pointed at the Hirikka who stood on its feet, languidly blinking back at you with those doe eyes, "A walking puppy!"

You've given the Hirikka a toothy grin as you were enchanted by how adorable it is. The animal was beyond out of this world for you as there were no types of animals like it. The Hirikka slanted his head to the side, curiously watching what you were doing as he'd seen you smiling before he languorously tried to smile back but it appears as if he was threatening you and showing its teeth.

The witcher's eyebrows were met with a tight knot; thoroughly judging you from behind. It was the Hirikka he'd given an apple before you even met Cuthbert.

"---Or...It's...It's a walking cat!" you pressed on and pointed at the animal with no idea that it was already a monster standing before you. Your giggle was enough for Geralt to know that you were ecstatic for seeing a Hirikka rather than being scared. He kept silent and continued listening to your rambles, "---A big cat with the ears of Yoda!"

You were about to make a run for it; before Geralt held you in place and tugged you back with his hands still on your hips. Totally unaware that he was still holding you because it felt all natural for him to be touching you like that. Your eyeballs were close to having it pop out when you've felt him keep you rooted in your place as he mindlessly droned, "No, It's a monster. A Hirikka. An endangered one," he paused, feeling you sigh and notice the dejected pout you had because it wasn't just a normal animal but a monster to their world.

The latter was quick to back-paddle; trying to lighten your hopes up, "---But, harmless. Never fear, midget."

Your smile flared up into a grin, all teeth shown at the Hirikka with Geralt's enlightening statement before yanking your head back to meet those gold eyes staring back at you in humdrum. The upper portion of your head; hitting his armored chest with a soft thud. Those peepers of yours overflowing with perversity and a hint of beseeching.

"Geralt?" you beamed wider than ever before; hoping you looked worthy enough for the favor to be accepted.

The witcher dropped his hands to his sides, not even noticing he was holding you longer than he intended to. He crossed his sturdy arms with a look of irritability and refutation from the whole idea. He just knew what you were pointing out as you wanted to hug the Hirikka if he didn't pull you back.

"Can I---"

Geralt sighed a deep one; looking away as he wanted to roll his eyes, "No. Only a demented person will think of having a Hirikka as a pet,"

"I'm not taking him as a pet," you countered and wholly turned your body to give him that puppy eyes of yours, "---I'm befriending the cutie!" with a point of your fingers, the Hirikka smiled another one; entirely benign to even begin with. You've seen the Hirikka blink cutely and wanted to do everything just for Geralt to say yes. If you would be staying in their world, you might as well find something entertaining to get your weariness by taking care of a Hirikka rather than staring at Jaskier who slept all night like a big baby.

"No, you're wanting him to be a pet," Geralt retorted with another sigh of vexation; emphasizing the word 'want'.

Another sally was sent, "You told me it was already endangered," pause. "---The poor little thing needs to be taken care of especially that he's all alone and so hungry. You don't want him dying in starvation, right?"

Geralt groaned to himself, closing his eyes to relax himself from telling you that monsters can't be kept as a pet nor taken care of because they knew how to take care of themselves. Yet, there you are; looking at him like what a Hirikka appeared to be like as you were trying to act pretty cute just to have what you wanted.

"Creatures wandering in our world should be left untouched. Not be taken as a pet," the latter seethed with his jaw clenching when he was met with your twinkling, hopeful eyes.

However, you weren't backing down that easily. "Come on! Even just until I'm here then you can let him go, please? please? please?"

His face was in the correct wrinkle of a wince like he was close to punching a wall. Geralt hardly exhaled and gave you a grimace; a look that could get your knees turn to jelly because of how sexy it looked like. You were definitely out of your mind for finding a scowl attractive from a witcher you hardly knew about.

"Fuck," his cursing seemed to be a definite affirmation for your request and his next words confirmed your hunches, "---Fine!" he gruffly exclaimed.

Thus, you beamed back at the witcher and jumped excitedly, giggling in the process and resisting yourself from hugging him tight, "---Just don't fucking starve the horseshit because you're definitely going to be his next meal,"

Geralt didn't actually mean that because Hirikkas don't eat people. Just plants, fruits and sometimes animals when its that time of the month or a full moon.

Despite of trying to threaten you and having the chance to back out from your wishes, your smile even grew wider if that was even possible; snapping your fingers to tell him that you had something in your weird mind. "I'm naming him Kolby!"

The Witcher's forehead creased more, mouth turning into a frown as he beseeched, "Why?"

"What do you mean why? One deserves a name even a stone!"

He turned his back away from you, shaking his head to open his back that was latched behind his horse, grabbing onto another fruit. It was a plum. He threw the fruit towards the awaiting Hirikka who was now closer within an arms reach and the Hirikka gladly accepted it with a loud wheeze, "I'm not an idiot to be naming a stone, Midget." he gave you the side-eye.

You raised an eyebrow back at him; your smile never seem to be fading since the moment you had with him back in Cuthbert's house, "Says the person who's dressed up in an all-black costume like he was out of an action role playing game,"

"It's an armor," Geralt shut his bag closed, mouth forming a thin line from your naivety and how you weren't taking his world seriously. His voice turned a pitch lower and utmost gravely, "You don't know how this world is filled with beasts, Midget."

He turned his booted heel to see you still smiling back at him. Geralt hummed out of his habit and abruptly pulled you to his solid chest. The uttermost close proximity letting your smile fall from the action. You gaped up at him in question, when he'd given you an answer filled with a touch as he gently held onto your hips and turned you around like you were his stuff toy.

"Now, jump." he rasped. Before you could even comprehend, he'd lifted you with no sweat and you were holding onto Roach's body with all your life. Half of your torso still hanging onto his horse as he haven't lifted you all the way.

"Geralt!" you shrieked, his horse utterly huge for you to jump on by yourself with Roach neighing in the background.

To the witcher's unfortunate position, he was inches away from your clothed bum. His eyes narrowed at what was shown to his face; his nose flared as he stared, turning his head to look away with a displeased hum and seeing the Hirikka judging him from the side.

He glared at the poor harmless monster as it looked like he was judging him for even looking.

They've both stared like they were having a competition before you frustratingly quipped and pulled your whole body to raise your leg to the other but finding that it was quite difficult, "Help me! But, don't touch my ass!"

Geralt gave the Hirikka a death stare before he'd touch your clothed thighs; intentionally avoiding the bare skin of your legs. You could feel him shooting daggers across your back with no reason you'd know and finally had your legs across the other side when he'd pushed you through it. Your face was all red and mellow because of the fact that you've uttered out loud for him to not touch your ass; which was sudden. He wouldn't dare to touch it because who even are you to tell that he wanted to?

Well, you do if it was the other way around. If the bum was....his.

But, he didn't need to know that you lowkey wanted to tap it. The secret should be left alone.

"I-I don't know how to ride a horse," you stumbled over your words from the embarrassment and thought he wouldn't also ride, yet you were surprised when you've felt him grunt from behind; feeling his presence and jumping on his horse as he held onto the halter from behind you.

"Oh," was the only word you could muster as you felt yourself be caged in his brawny arms. Your face started to become beet red as you've realized the meaning of your random thoughts that ran behind your head. Those thoughts that planned to keep you from sleeping all night with the painful reality of not being able to go home yet and probably even the face of a certain witcher that was making the butterflies run wild inside your stomach.

You've finally arrived in their home with Kolby following behind you and Geralt when you were riding his horse.

At the present moment, Kolby was standing before their wooden door. It was Geralt's idea to welcome Ciri and Jaskier for his presence as it would be the best gift for the bard as a token for his benevolence and for keeping their friendship in tact and strong still.

There were padded footsteps behind the door and a booming voice resonating from behind it before the door opened and creaked as Jaskier came into view as he went on and on with his talkative mouth, "Why, Geralt! Have you enjoyed your conquest with Y/N--!!" his words were cut short as he shrieked and jumped on his spot when he was welcomed by a Hirikka that he'd seen before but very much smaller and midget looking.

Jaskier's baby blue eyes were wanting to come out of his eye-sockets as he fell back on his knees. Hastily standing on his feet as Ciri emerged from the kitchen to look at the commotion happening on their doorstep. The bard violently pointed at the Hirikka who stepped foot inside with its doe eyes scanning the whole cavern. "---IT'S ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS AGAIN! I thought he'd already tasted its painful demise from that foolish knight years ago?!"

You and Geralt followed suit after Kolby did; giving Jaskier and Cirilla a guiltless smile while the witcher was smirking behind you; specifically entertained by Jaskier's bolt from the blue.

"What's that creature doing in our home, Geralt?!" the bard jogged away from the harmless monster with a proximate amount of space where as he was already in the far end of their house with that scandalizing frown on his pretty face. You gave the Hirikka a soft pat on the head; automatically leaning closer from your sweet touch and purring in a way he does.

"His name is Kolby!"

To say Jaskier was shocked isn't enough. He was beyond flabbergasted. Extremely floored. "It has a name?!"

The Hirikka's feet was waggling in sheer pleasure; like an animal who loved being pet on the head. Jaskier gave you both a look of pique from how normal it was for you to be petting a Hirikka when a normal person would've stabbed the life out of the monster. "You---You are simply bonkers, Y/N!" he stood rooted on the ground, never paying a chance to get close to the three of you.

Cirilla excitedly strolled to where you were, Her eyes gleaming with pure curiosity and fascination. "What is it?" she'd manage to ask as she stepped in to give you and Geralt a hug for being safe as you've arrived home.

The princess dropped her feeble arms around you and aimed to look at the monster who was shorter than her, studying the monster with a crease of her forehead and noting how adorable its eyes were.

"It's a Hirikka, princess." Geralt dearly answered for you as he gently closed the door behind and stepped inside their home. Cirilla gave him a look before she went on with more queries, "Does it bite?"

The witcher gave her a small beam for reassurance as he shook his head, "Utterly harmless. Just don't starve the poor fella',"

Jaskier gave a glout and inspected the whole scene before him. "Are you perhaps short of a marble?!?!?" the message was sent to you or maybe to Geralt and Ciri as well when he'd gestured with his arms like he was gesturing how long his patience were wearing down for the stuff happening and the changes occurring when you've arrived.

You gave Kolby a short set of your tutting but it was actually for the bard who was judging you from a distance; caressing the Hirikkas head as Ciri wholeheartedly did as well.

"There, there, Kolby. Don't be sad. Jaskier is just mean because he's just sexually frustrated,"

Jaskier was quick to retort, his hands now on his hips as he eyed you who had been downright offended by your opinions, "I AM CERTAINLY NOT!" he bellowed with a huff and a sassy eyebrow raising from your banter. The latter pointed at the witcher behind you who had his smirk raised more than he intended to. Jaskier's vexation towards the Hirikka completely entertaining him that he couldn't help but emit a low chuckle from behind that certainly caught your ear as it was the first time you've heard him laugh. Hence, it was like the angels sung for you, "THE WITCHER BEHIND YOU IS! NOT ME!"

"---Tell me, Geralt," The sonneteer fixated his blue eyes on the man behind you. A frown etched on Jaskier's face, "Were you against this idea that the rat wanted a Hirikka as a pet?!"

Geralt crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the bard as he thought for a moment before giving him a mocking answer, "At first, yes."

"And now?"

The witcher kept his lips closed, just staring at the bard and trying not to smile back at him from how his mouth went completely ajar from his silence. Jaskier already knew what happened and what his answer is even though his question wasn't verbally answered by the man himself.

He knew Geralt wanted to smash. Maybe because he utmost needed it or not because you were just a woman with a vagina that could give him pleasure. There was something more for his hurried fondness for you. There was something more; deeper, greater and utterly unexplainable. Jaskier knew that the witcher had the hots for you as he was openly accepting what all you wanted and he wasn't just doomed because Ciri already had Geralt wrapped around her own finger with the fact that she was his child of surprise.

But, you weren't any child of surprise nor weren’t you a child. Though, you already had him wrapped around your own fingers by bringing home a Hirikka that he certainly doesn’t do ever in his life. 

"---Of course, she'd managed to control your overly deluded fondness for her and used it to her advantage!" It was like he sounded to cry out. You couldn't help but giggle from how he was dramatically crying like a baby as Ciri continued petting the Hirikka for you.

Jaskier exhaled a breath, loud enough for you to hear his denial about the whole Hirikka saving thing. He sent the witcher a glare full of aggravation, "I am utmost disappointed in you, Geralt!" and he shook his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose when he continued to wail like a kid.

"---Please tell me he's not sleeping beside me,"

Geralt hoarsely scoffed as it turned into a smile that appeared faultless. He nodded his head towards the Hirikka who shortly licked Ciri's face as he gestured for the tamed creature, "If I'd choose you between Roach to be noshed for his satiation, you know what my answer would be, bard."

Jaskier groaned to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose tighter and having a mental breakdown for meeting a Hirikka on their doorstep and even getting to live with one when he'd seen his species get killed by a knight and now it was going to sleep where he takes his nap. It was stressing him, everything is.

"Great, utterly great," he muttered with his eyes closed, one last sigh given as a sign of submission for everyone who stood before him.

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Sierra was abandoned in Romania at a few weeks old and miraculously survived a month before being rescued. She is now a happy confident pup, full of beans and ready to make up for the poor start in life.

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『 something seemed off, as if the other was judging her. typically this would roll off her shoulders like oil, but seeing how this was charlie, it just didn’t sit right with her. almost like a puppy, her ears fanned back, disappointed as her smile slackened & her expression shifted to concern.

“ i mean, it’s STILL a hotel for rehabilitating sinners ! so far, we’ve been making actual progress . ” not to undermine her half, but her angel had been slowly weaning off his drugs for some time now, & was just about cutting it off altogether. she flinched upon realizing how rude she had come off as, wincing & attempting to fix her posture. “ & that’s just the tip of the iceberg ! there’s SO much more underneath that i have YET to flesh out ! ” 』

The poor girl jumped a bit, not expecting the other to suddenly hit herself. Perhaps she shouldn’t have asked? Smiling somewhat nervously, she was reminded of Alastor, more then herself. How odd but she shook her head slightly, “Um, not really. If you are part me, then it doesn’t seem quite odd that you run a hotel as well.”

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 5)

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

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4.1

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Cirilla and Geralt has gotten into a big fight. Thus, leading to you learning more about witchers and having a soft spot for his child of surprise.

Warnings: Angsty? Kinda? Cirilla's having an emotional breakdown. Geralt being one stern dad and kinda mean? Jaskier being talkative in the wrong times. You being confused at everything. Boner references? HAHAHAHAH.

Words: 5,600+

A/N: You're going to kind of hate Geralt on the next chapter. I can tell. Hehehe? Or maybe noooot? Next chapter will be interesting for me! I think? Heehee! There’s going to be plot hints as well on the next chapter! THANK YOUUUUUU! 

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Seeing the satisfaction of people smiling and humming to the food you cook was a great feeling for a person who loved cooking. Gratification would be an understatement for the feeling you were having as you've watched Ciri and Jaskier munch down on the viands you've poured your heart with.

As per usual, Geralt was only humming in satisfaction after all of his and Jaskier's attempt on making edible food. Sometimes it isn't, sometimes it is. But, most of the time; it was inedible to be eaten.

Ciri was moaning out her extreme satisfaction. Vigorously devouring the Fried Chicken like she had beeb famished for at least a year. Crumbs of the breading scattered all over her mouth and face as she scratched her forehead with the back of her soiled hand.

"How's the chicken, Ciri?"

Dishes clanging and food were being munched in the background. You swallowed your food first before asking the princess.

"Better than ever," she incoherently mumbled. Mouth filled with food as she slightly coughed from not chewing it well as she swallowed.

The bard seemed to have accepted the fact that Kolby was sitting on the far end of the kitchen, eyes twinkling for food to be thrown to him. Though, he was still being ignored by Jaskier as if he weren't in the room; probably just stingy and disturbed for his presence, "This soup is delightful!"

Jaskier waved the bone of his chicken in the air like a flag. Turning his head to look at Geralt who was silently eating his food with an apathetic expression of his that was normal for the man. "Geralt," the bard called out for the latter. "Hmm," the witcher tiredly hummed in response, "We need some ale! Please tell me you've bought one when we've last visited the marketplace,"

You've bit the tendons of your chicken. Kolby has caught your attention as he was staring out of hunger. Again. You've reached out for the grapes that sat in front of you and grabbed onto half the stem before snapping it. Throwing the fruit towards the Hirikka as it caught it with his adorable paws.

"Moop!" Kolby answered as a thank you. A very weird, high pitch sound that disturbed you at first when you heard his voice but slowly and surely getting the hang of hearing it when he was happy, sad, guilty or anything he feels.

"I've finished it all," Geralt mumbled after a second of swallowing his food.

"Oh, you drunkard!"

You've snapped your head at the bard, lower lip jutting out as you were deep in your thoughts. Your head turning as you studied your unfinished chicken.

"I can make one," you blurted out loud to Jaskier's interest, "I've studied culinary enough to make my own wine and beer or ale in this old time,"

His lips formed in an 'O' shape, entirely elated at the skills you've opted. A grin as wide as the Cheshire cat when he'd shook his head out of stupefaction.

"I am certainly wrong in calling you a rat," he gave you a boyish smile before looking at the ceilings; acting like he was talking to God, "You are one of the gods sent from above, Y/N!"

The witcher stopped chewing halfway to give you his attention before he carry on with his devouring and eyed the bard who was mischievously grinning at the bear of a man.

"Geralt here has his ears clapping because you know how to make ale," he gestured to Geralt with a newly taken chicken in the middle of the wooden table, "---now, we can seldomly visit the inns for our brotherly whereabouts or the brothels for your midnight pleasure with your whores---" the devious bard was cut off when Geralt breathed in deep and scolded him with a monotonous pitch. "Jaskier,"

Jaskier winked back at him, now moitioning for what was hidden below his pants; a hasty ridicule sent, "Don't want me stating the stiff of a bird howling out of its nest or your twig-n-berries because Y/N here has mentioned that she knows how to make ale!"

Jaskier was unaware of his hands that was flat on the table. With his fingers widely flattened and having spaces in between. He was utterly frightened when Geralt has brutally stabbed in between the spaces of it with a bread knife he never used; leaving Jaskier stammering like he'd been castrated.

"Ge--Geralt!"

You've gave them a double-take, blinking from Geralt's hostlity and his patience snapping out of a sudden. He was glaring at the bard but Jaskier was already swallowing his saliva and disgustingly coughing out bits of chicken and soup; leaving bits to spill on the sides of his mouth as he shockingly stared at the knife close to his fingers.

"Are they always slitting each other's throats?" you thought out loud, continuing your indulgement. The question sent to the Ashen princess.

"I'm afraid so," Cirilla shrugged as a matter of fact; ignoring Geralt's patience suddenly snapping; like it was their normal.

Cirilla has studied your clothes as you sat and ate silently. The both of you ignoring Jaskier's complaints about how Geralt was close to stabbing his fingers that give people; out of this world epics. It was the fingers that holds a lute which can change the witcher's name and the world. The bard continued raving out as Geralt resumed eating silently with Jaskier bombarding his peace.

"Y/N?" The pretty child called out of curiosity, "---You need clothes!" she continued with a point to your clothing. Her nose scrunching in distaste, "---Proper clothes and not ginormous clothes from Geralt,"

From the mention of his name, the man himself glanced at your direction and scooped the last drop of his soup; eyeing you both in wonder.

"We need to visit Babeth again! I want to buy Y/N a dress," Cirilla gave her best pleading eyes. The meaning of her words have another meaning as well. She probably also wanted to play with some teens she could meet out in the marketplace or if she could play with her best friend named 'Ethelia' whenever they had their weekly visit.

You responded rather hurriedly, shaking your head as you've finished your last piece of chicken; chewing the skin as you left it for your last bite to thoroughly satiate the taste, "Oh, you don't have to because I don't like dresses---"

The princess pouted before you, currently dismayed by your response, "But, you can't leave the house with just Geralt's under-Tunic! People will be looking at you strangely! Very out of the ordinary compared to the women wearing thick, warm dresses," she explained with that puppy eyes she'd been an expert in.

Cirilla was drinking her soup from the rim of the bowl in haste before dropping it with a thud. She leaned her elbows on the table, her eyes twinkling with hope as she gave Geralt the look that gets him to always say yes; all the darn time.

He didn't hate it with Cirilla. The Witcher hated it whenever it was you because he didn't think he would ever get to not say no to another person like a child with puppy eyes. What was even worse was that you weren't even a child and you were having your way that he'd even agreed on having a Hirikka in his home just like a pet.

Perhaps, he was actually short of a marble.

"Can we go to the marketplace and visit Babeth please, Geralt? You've earned enough coins to build this small house! I wanna buy Y/N clothes to wear and make her feel comfortable," she exclaimed eagerly like a child wanting for a field trip.

Geralt gave her a languid blink before studying you who sat beside Cirilla. You've given him a smile when your eyes connected; feeling all tingly on the inside. That overwhelming warmth that makes your face feel mellow with tingly insides.

The Witcher only hummed with an impassive appearance. Last time, they've gotten the chance to visit the marketplace; Jaskier was drunk and had to bed a seller in exchange for a tunic he wanted or maybe he'd just wanted her after letting a man who he had his eyes on and is as youthful as him; run away with a knight who had been drinking back in the tavern. He was probably frustrated and glum after what has happened.

Albreda was beautiful and as sexy as a fox. So, it was also a win-win situation for the bard despite of how he lost to a knight from the castle of Kaedwan. In comparison, what can his lute even do to a sword?

The young princess notice Geralt's neutral response. Never knowing if it was a yes or a big no. She puffed out a breath; slipping her fingers under her thighs as she sat on her chair when she'd hollered for the bard's attention, making him snap out of his prattles, "Jaskier, please tell Geralt that Y/N needs a set of normal clothes for her to wear!"

You smiled; completely unnerving as you wanted to repeal from the offer at hand. Jaskier gave out a hum and a quick nod was simultaneously sent when he did as he dropped the empty bone on his plate with a loud cling. "Alright, alright. I'll give a quarter of coins for Y/N,"

"See! Jaskier approves!"

The quiet witcher bluntly spoke with a rasp after he drank his water; glowering as he drank from his cup, "He doesn't even have the coins to buy his own tunic,"

Jaskier looked at him; faking the offence. Geralt gave him a shrug of his shoulders and a cocky slant of his head from the reaction.

The bard ignored the reiteration; which was a first time for everything and leaned forward on his chair, folding his arms as it rested on the table. Remembering an offer brought to him by one of the villagers back in Durriken's Tavern, "---I've heard the villagers asking for a witcher's help again,"

Jaskier clicked his tongue as he pondered, the crease of his forehead growing deeper in thought, "---Preferrably the butcher of Blaviken," pause. "The first hunt that they wanted was a Bloedzuiger, this was offered by Babeth herself because her husband has seen one in the swamps," he gestured with his index finger pointing on the ceiling like an 'you know' gesture.

Thus, the bard gestured with an 'a-okay' sign with his fingers like he was pertaining to coins as he explained further, "---Second is an Echinops with a lot more coins involved, considering the stories; it is said that its difficult to slay because it can only be seen in places where crimes have been committed or the graves of the dead. But, this was offered near Vizima. Thoroughly far. We have yet to travel,"

You had no idea what they were saying. Your narrowed eyes says so as you stared at them both. A what? you thought inside your head. A bulldozer? Itchynuts? What is it that Geralt does in his everyday life? Does he really slaughter beasts as a job like it was normal in their world?

You were completely an embodiment of curiosity and bafflement. There was a lot of knowledge that has entered your brain since that night but it seems like it wasn't enough. You needed more idea as to what was running in their world. Sad to say, the monsters were even running freely for Geralt who seemed to be needed for a kill.

Cirilla had a frown twisting her face. She'd exhaled; loud enough for the three of you to look at her as she called out for the man who sat across from her. "Geralt," and the witcher only gave a hum as a response. He knew what she was going to say and Jaskier's timing was the worst thing in the world that could happen.

"You're going? Again? I thought you were going to leave the beasts alone when you've realized that people are more evil instead?"

The latter couldn't help but give Jaskier the nastiest scowl he could offer. If anything, he wanted to throw Jaskier in a lake full of bathing Hirikkas to scare the shit out of him.

Geralt sat back on his chair as it creaked, his golden eyes complimenting his chalky white hair that fell on his shoulders in a dazzling way ever. He shook his head to her disdain, "I can't let people be killed by these beasts," his jaw clenched as a frown was etching to grow on his face, "They need my help,"

The blue eyed child was sending daggers to the witcher and you watched them both share scowls at each other from the sudden plan that uncoiled from the moment Jaskier opened his damn mouth.

"I thought you didn't want anyone needing you?" Cirilla simmered as a matter of fact as she crossed her arms.

Geralt could hear the parsimonous tone she'd kept up, making him seeth and his teeth grit as he sent another one of his tight scowls, "Then, why are you here?"

Cirilla loudly huffed to herself, snapping her gaze away from the latter. He sighed a big one, shaking his head again from the argument that is happening. "You're just worried, Princess." he nonchalantly uttered as he blinked and looked away, sounding so tired from everything.

"Of course, I am!" Cirilla suddenly fumed, voice turning a pitch higher than she intended to.

Jaskier raised his hand up after a minute of pure silence. Except for the loud sighs that both parties have been emitting. The bard cleared his throat for emphasis and both snapped their heads to look at him.

"Besides, he'd never stopped, Princess Cirilla," The man who has started the fight, declared like it would help the situation. But, no. It definitely just worsened and it made Geralt send him laser  through his eyes.

A continuous set of rapid blinking happened to you at the words spoken by Jaskier himself. An inquisitive look needing quick answers given to the child sat beside you. "Y-You're a princess? Like a real princess? It's not just an endearment or something?"

"Cirilla is the princess of Cintra," the bard commented, answering your question in haste. You swallowed a lump in your throat, fingers scratching your temple when you wondered how it was possible. It is, in their kingdom and according to their time line, their era would be filled with royal empires or a hierarchy of the royal kingdom, "You mean, a kingdom? A huge kingdom? Like the daughter of a president?"

Nobody answered you at that. With Cirilla still glaring at Geralt and Jaskier looking at you weirdly by what you were blabbering about; trying so deeply to understand you.

Thus, it was as if all clouds started form; a sight of the princess breaking as it could be seen through the windows of her soul. You've took a glimpse of her and that tiny quiver of her lips and cheeks signified a little girl who was terrified of a future that was meant for her, "Why must you lie to me, Geralt?" she whispered, voice breaking as she swallowed and fought back the tears.

Your heart fell for the girl who seemed to be in an emotional battle with herself. It was like you see yourself in her. The fear that consumes her as if she had been all alone, scared and with nobody to ask for help.

She was a broken child. Emotionally.

At the sight of her tear-threatening face. Geralt gritted his teeth, whisper cusses to himself as he saw how he'd upsetted her again and so, his voice tried to soften; be a little more considerate from where she was coming from, "I had to, Princess. You wouldn't have let me go day by day if you knew where I was going," he paused, crossing his sturdy arms as he reasoned, "---besides, where was I getting food every day for us when I don't get to slaughter beasts?"

Cirilla's expression died down a little bit, her heart thumping out of her chest as she tried to dig in to her memories. There was riches under her bed back in Cintra, she remembered. "Grandmother has left gold under my bed, located in a big, brown, treasure box---"

Geralt immediately cut her off, gruffly but calmly spilling the beans for the tenth time for his whole life, "Nilfgaard has already looted the whole castle," his voice sounded stern as he uttered with no remorse; constantly reminding the princess of the truth and letting her understand, "---When I told you there was no going back, I wasn't lying."

You've tried to hold her hand that was tightly fisted across the table, yet you were too slow as she instantaneously stood on her chair with a tight-fitting frown on her face, "We leave tomorrow morning," Geralt declared as he watched her storm out the kitchen slash dining. The door being shut closed; loud enough for the trees to shake as the witcher seemed unfazed by her tantrums and sadness, "I'll give the princess what she wants, in repayment for my mistakes,"

After the accidental argument that Jaskier has made, it was already night time when both parties didn't seem to want nor have the plan to talk to each other like what they always do.

Geralt was out and nowhere to be found, with his horse as you've checked. A sudden want to ask him what happened and what it was about for you to be less of an idiot around the house and Jaskier finally regretting his mouth that ran with no thinking. The princess stayed in her chambers for seven hours already. There was no clock, but you've guessed by the evening twilight. Still, no response from the princess after an hour of convincing her it was time to eat dinner with a dessert of steamed chocolate cake you've managed to make through scrapes that you've specially created for her.

Both you and Jaskier were in front of her door, knocking repeatedly as the bard tried to woo her out of her bed. "Princess Cirilla?" he professed with a tone close enough to be considered as singing.

Seconds later, you've heard a faint yell from beneath the covers, "Leave me alone, Bard!"

The both of you sighed from her stubborness. They were both pretty obstinate; Geralt and Cirilla. You massaged your temples, eyeing the bard who had his ears flat against the door, trying to listen what was happening behind it. "Why is she mad?" it was a soft whisper that could only get Jaskier to hear. The bard shrugged, blinking back at you.

"Because," his sentence was vague, igniting a tight-lipped lour from you; totally unsatisfied by the information that was said.

He'd look at you with a faultless glint of his eyes, wondering what you were waiting for as he said his explainations as to why Cirilla was mad at the witcher. The bard sighed when you've continued to look at him lackadaisically and so he decided it was best to give a proper answer, "Geralt's been the...only one protecting her," he dubiously and quietly whispered, not giving away all the information yet.

Your frown grew tighter, cocking your head as you pondered, "---From what?"

"The people who want her as dead as a door nail," Jaskier stepped away from the door, his voice turning lower if that was even possible for Cirilla not to hear.

Shock was evident in your features. The details sounding like a bellicose. It was difficult to comprehend that somebody wanted to kill a kid who doesn't cause any harm. Or that was what you thought from what you've observed since the day you were with them. She seemed normal and harmless.

"I don't understand?" you trailed off and shake your head in a perplexed manner, "---Isn't she his child? It's obvious that he would protect her with all his life. Besides, where's the...mom?"

The mother. You were sure Cirilla was Geralt's child based on how protective he was with her. He acts like a father towards the princess. Was his wife the queen? you thought and tried to think of how the family tree works.

The bard narrowed his eyes at you; crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder on Cirilla's door with that smirk appearing on his face, "She isn't his child. She's his child of surprise,"

Your face warped into pure confusion, feeling the back of your head twitch because of how muddlesome it sounded, "Nani?! (What?!)"

From how weirder their facts get, the more you didn't even know that your words become incoherent. Jaskier eyed you like you've evolved into a Hirikka and gave you a shrug, asking you 'what?' with that weirdest expression he could create.

Your lips twitched into a small smile before it fell; realizing what he meant, "So, an illegitimate child? Where's the mom?"

The idea of continuously asking where her mother is; gave another meaning for the bard and even to yourself as well. You wanted to cringe so hard as your mouth couldn't stop itself from the utterance of your interest and the cat would be killed if Jaskier would've told you that there was actually a mom and they were a happy family.

You didn't know why your heart was feeling that way. Very intrigued by the witcher's life and not just from his marriage status but by how he or they lived in an era like this.

An era full of singularities compared to your dimension. The question is, how will you live if you couldn't get home as soon as possible? With dragons, beasts, vampires, mages or sorceress freely walking around their dimension would be your end.

Jaskier groaned to himself, his eyes rolling from your naivety and being blind over the fact that the child already has no progenitrix. "THERE'S NO MOTHER!" he whisper-yelled with another groan as he held his forehead because of how he was trying his hardest not to spit any more details that could get you in danger, "---I'm starting to think that you just want to know if Geralt has a missus or not!"

You opened your mouth and eventually dropped it like a gold fish. The grin on Jaskier's face tells he was happy to have seen you taken a bit of karma from the commotion you've brought since the tamed Hirikka came. As you've seen the perversity in his eyes, you were sure you wanted to defend yourself from being misunderstood. That is, if you really didn't meant that.

"I'm--I'm not!" a simple stumble over your own words was enough for Jaskier's grin to grow bigger. The bard loudly chuckled to his felicity at your little crush for the witcher. His guesses were correct then. Well, it always does. Damsels, maidens, princesses and even sorceresses had an eye for his beast-slaughtering friend. Even he so, could prove that Geralt was a handsome, dashing witcher despite of his quiet and grumpy attitude at times.

It definitely adds that 'oohmph' effect for Geralt Of Rivia.

"To answer your undying curiosity, He doesn't have a consort or a lover, understand?!" Jaskier tried to heartened. You crossed your arms like a snob and a fierce glare. The latter's laugh died down as he held onto his stomach, "Besides, It's...kind of knackering to explain,"

The latter gave you a shrug, mouth jutting in a pout with a raised brow, "If you wanna be mother hen to the child, then go ahead. She already had her tantrums last month and it didn't end well for me," he cocked his head to the side and stared out of nowhere then suddenly shaking his head to erase the thoughts when he added, "---I had a bruise on the forehead because she threw a block of wood at Geralt and it bounced on me,"

Jaskier moved away from the door, patting his clothes in attempt to dust away the dirt that didn't seem to be seen. He was actually brushing off the negativity that was happening, "Just...don't make her scream or annoy her any less,"

His warning made you question in interest, "What? Why?"

"You'll die," Jaskier was quick to answer like it was nothing. He grabbed onto his lute that rested upon a wall and inserted the hoop around his shoulders. You watched him strum, "You're joking,"

"A bard makes epics! Not jokes!" he gave you a once over with that smile of his, before ambling away from you and towards the door out of the house. Kolby was crouched on the side as he eyed the bard with curiosity. "Well, seldom, I do...or maybe all the time?" was the only words he mutter before leaving the house and probably plan on giving you both the time alone; believing that you could simmer Cirilla's anger rather than him.

You've exhaled an exasperated breath, staring at the Hirikka who was guiltlessly eyeing you with no animosity.

With one swift turn of your heel, you were face to face towards the door to her room, "Cirilla?" you softly knocked; knowing that she'd heard Jaskier leave. So, it was better because she seemed to not like him knocking on her door, "---Kolby wants to play, would you like to play with us?"

A loud, squeaky sound echoed around the house made by the Hirikka himself as he heard his name from your lips. Thus, you've heard the lock to her door being pulled, alarming you that it was already unlocked and so, you've gently pushed the door open; a quarter of your foot already in her room, "Can I..come in?" you hesitatingly asked. No answer was given so maybe that was a yes.

You stood in the middle of her room. It was plain and definitely dull. All dirt-brown with white sheets like it wasn't a teenager who was resting in her chambers. The room needed a woman's touch and creativity. If you'll last longer in their dimension, then there was no problem because you could help her make her room more cozy and sweet.

She was covered in sheets, obviously not wanting visitors as she was curled away from the door. A typical reaction of a child who was upset about things.

You slowly sat on her bed, making Cirilla turn till she was facing the bulbless ceiling with the sheets covering her face. Only a candle on her bed side table was the only thing giving you light as the day was already night, "What's the matter?"

A harsh breath was heard under the covers; puffing out frustratingly, "Geralt lied to me," she glumly whispered like a secret was being told. You shifted on the bed and laid your back on the bed post, "About?"

Cirilla took a peek under her covers and there you saw those pretty blue eyes gazing back at you with sadness, "---Slaying beasts. Again. I thought he stopped,"

You've crossed your legs like a pretzel; giving her a soft smile and faze of your eyes that could comfort her, "But, isn't that what he always do?" pause.

People have been saying that like it was his job. It was like he was born for that kind of thing; killing beasts and what if's. Thus, you respect it especially that you didn't live in their world and you don't have the right to judge people for what they do to survive with life.

"He is a witcher," you added softly, trying to sound reasonable and for her anger to pass.

Arguments lead to disappointments. Hence, it always only leaves people upset and for their hearts to turn gloomy. You were never a fan of it, as fights just makes you want to cry. As per usual. Growing up sensitive was a pain in the ass because sometimes; with just one loud retort or yell could get you sobbing like a child because you were hurt.

No wonder Cirilla was wailing beneath the covers. There were hints of redness amongst the sea of her eyes and you wouldn't notice it when you didn't have stared.

The princess of Cintra hurriedly sat on her bed, making you slightly bounce at the action. You watch her forehead crease a lot more than it ever does, her eyes now fixated on the candle on her bed side table, watching how the flames sway their bodies like they were dancing under the moonlight, "Witchers encounter all types of beasts. Poisonous, lethal or the uttermost dangerous creatures you can ever meet,"

"You're worried he'd die in a battle," you stated the obvious and nodded in understanding.

Cirilla snapped out from staring at the candle for far too long, giving you a once over as she weakly spoke, "You've never seen him in a real fight," she stated as a matter of fact. You clicked your tongue as you thoroughly tried to remember, "He'd kill an Alghoul?"

At long last, the princess gave a smile as she acknowledged your non-existent ideas about what a real witcher is, "That's just a novice type of beast, Y/N." pause. "---Geralt has encountered more than that. Dragons, werewolves, sirens, archgriffins and more. You name it, he can slaughter them all," Cirilla stated with that certain confidence she had for the only person protecting her through it all.

After a second of cogitating; she'd voiced out, "---Even people, Y/N. If he protects you, he protects you with all his life. He eliminates every beast that cause detriment to villages, if he is given a favor. That's what witchers are painfully trained for; to terminate beasts that inhabits our world,"

Only a shut of your mouth was given to the princess. Your smile falling as you continued to listen like a behaved school girl, and so she raved on to your further knowledge, "---He doesn't care what happens to him. Geralt is not any normal human you may know. He may appear like it, but no. He is disliked by a lot of people. Though, Some are not due to Jaskier's notable epics about him. Thanks to the annoying bard," she snorted after giving gratitude to Jaskier and his poems.

Her smile grew as she tried to lighten up the mood of the topic; even noticing how you were frowning beside her bed. She proceeded to give utter details about the man you've never have thought would experience that kind of future for him, "---He lives longer than any other human, has supernatural abilities and is trained to kill these beasts. He's a mutated human,"

Your mind was shook, heart feeling blue because of the backstory of what he is. There was actually an explanation as to why he was quiet most of the time; only uttering words when he wants to then his mood changes like a woman who has a period for two years straight. He rarely smiles, but when he does; it was as if the world was having multiple rainbows all at once whenever it happens.

He had a nightmare of a childhood probably.

You swallowed the tight knot forming your throat, still grasping at the new information like it wasn't real; that everything wasn't. Especially the way how your heart was left in somber when you should think about how you would go home and not about his past.

Your mind was in a mess. Only you could shut your mouth after hearing those news. You wanted to ask if those supernatural abilities consist of what Superman has and try to lighten up the mood; but you couldn't utter out a word and felt depressing because you've suddenly pop out of nowhere and added to Geralt's problems.

Cirilla secretly inspected your reactions and you were frowning. A new sight for her to see as she was used to seeing you smile all the time: that happy-go-lucky aura you had drawn her into liking you as a member of the house just like Jaskier; or a family which Jaskier earned the spot.

She noted your silence as a go signal for her to rant more, "---He's the only person who takes care of me. After all of my family who has died from the war,"

The war? a question popped inside your head and you've lately realized that it was said out loud for the princess to hear.

She dubiously nodded to your question, biting the insides of her cheeks as she opened herself like a book to you, "Cintra...it has been our kingdom," her voice faltered, growing softer and weaker; the topic appearing to be sensitive for the princess, yet she still continued with her big girl panties, "---Nilfgaard is a kingdom you don't want to encounter; especially the elves. They're still hunting us down,"

They were still being hunted. You wanted to say out loud but decided to keep your mouth shut for the sake of her because she sounded like she wanted to cry again.

Thus, her voice began to grow smaller. Cautious that she might be heard by anyone. She pulled her legs to her chest and slipped her arms under her thighs. Chin falling on her sheet-covered knees. A visible pout obvious to be seen and she appeared vulnerable, "---I'm scared because if Geralt dies, then there's no hope for me. Then, I'll be left...all alone, again." Cirilla's voice cracked, swallowing the cries and never letting it out as it has already been poured for the last seven hours.

Hence, her next words coming off as a whisper instead; like a child telling secrets to her teddy bear, "---with no one, Y/N. Because I have no other family except for Geralt and Jaskier. I don't want to be alone,"

The way she's said it broke your heart. She was just an abandoned child who was slapped with a harsh future for her. You couldn't help but feel more saddened especially when she'd pulled herself more to shape herself into a tighter ball.

You studied her form, a sincere smile traveling up your face as you don't try to let your emotions get to you better than she does. With open arms; you've offered, "Come here," Cirilla gave you a once over; hesitant of your actions, "You think you can give me a hug?"

Thus, the princess of Cintra knew that was all she needed. A genuine hug from a woman's touch that could get her temporarily forgetting the fears and trauma that has been ruining her mentality and continuously.

"A beautiful destiny is always masked with an unbearable truth and thus waiting for a price to pay,"

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