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berjhawn · 3 years

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In my Head - Chapter 18 - Hirikka

Warnings: arguing; fluff, Angst ; abandonment ; Trust issues

Pairings: Geralt X Reader x Bucky ; Bucky X Reader x Geralt ; Geralt x Reader ; Bucky X Reader

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“Thor, I know what I’m doing.” I say as I match him step for step.

“You’ve been looking for him for years and now he’s right here.” Thor replies stopping in his tracks to turn to face me. “You wanted to talk to him. Go on,”

“I can’t” I reply my eyes pleading with him to drop it. “I was so sure of what I wanted to say to him. What I wanted to ask him, but now… now I look at him and I don’t know if I want to jump his bones or murder him.”

“That’s… that’s in my head now.” Thor replies as he grimaces.

“Come on, you know what I mean.” I argue a chuckle leaving my lips.

“I know how you feel.” Thor replies his eyes moving to look at Yennefer.

“She seems nice.” I say softly a smirk filling my lips.

“Stop it.” Thor chastises making me giggle.

“You’re all for me talking to Geralt when you have yet to go over and talk to her. I know you want to.”

“She’s angry with me,” Thor says as he steals a glance at her. “I don’t know how to even go about talking to her.”

“See, we’re in the same boat.”

“Yes, but you have a paddle.” Thor replies motioning toward Jaskier.

“Jaskier is not a paddle.”

“Metaphor, (name).”

“I know what you meant.”

“Talking to women used to be easy for me.” Thor starts as he grips tight to storm breaker. “But after everything, I can’t bring myself to take those last few steps to her.”

“Then you don’t deserver her.” I announce and his eyes narrow. “Just as I probably don’t deserve Geralt.” His eyes shoot to mine, and I feel my heart clench. “What are we doing Thor? We’re adults but we are acting like children. Love… love is stupid.” Tears sting my eyes as I continue. “Love made me break a good man’s heart. Love made me come here to this world in search of someone who clearly didn’t want me to be here to begin with. He whispered words of love and caring, and I ate it up like some love-devoid idiot. The only good thing that came from me being here was Cirilla.”

Thor meets my gaze, and his eyes soften. He reaches out and wrapping his arms around me holds me close.

“What am I still doing here Thor? What in the world do I want him to say to me?”

“I don’t know,” Thor replies gently rubbing circles on my back. “And you won’t know until you talk to him.”

“I will if you will.” I add pulling away from him. “Don’t leave her wondering Thor, give her the answers I may not get from him.” I give him a little shove in her direction, and he reluctantly lets me go. “Go on, I’ll be fine.”

With a quick nod I watch as he goes off after her. A sad smile fills my face as I try my best to hope for a good outcome for him and her. Clearing my throat, I wipe my face and try to compose myself as I look around. I see Geralt looking at me and I narrow my eyes. A feeling of him being able to see right through me starts to set in and I look away.

I came here to talk to him, and I would. Just not right now.

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“You worry that if you blink, you’ll never see her again.” Borch says as he catches up to Geralt as they walk along the path. “You’re in love with her.”

“Or… the danger here isn’t the dragon.”

“That’s why I brought you along, Geralt of Rivia. Nothing scares you.” Borch adds looking forward where (Name) walked beside her brother.

“Huh.” Geralt adds. “Then you don’t know (Name).”

Borch laughs at the joke making Geralt smirk.

“May she be the worst encounter, then.” Borch replies as the continue the grueling walk up the mountainside.

It didn’t take them long to see the destruction the dragon had caused. When Geralt questioned why a dragon would do this Borch immediately answered with how desperate the dragon must have been to do something out of the ordinary. The rest of the walk continues and Jaskier tries his best to seduce Borch’s female companions.

“Ladies, you look famished. Allow me to wander aimlessly into this thicket and retrieve for you… a tasty afternoon treat. Uh…” He continues to mumble as he looks around for something causing the rest of the company to pause in our tracks. “I am hungry. Anyone else hungry?”

Jaskier continues to fumble through the bushes as he searches for anything making Geralt let out an annoyed sigh.

“He’s still all over the place, isn’t he?” Geralt hears (Name) say from beside him and he nods.

“One of his lesser qualities.” Geralt replies making (Name) smile.

“He’s cute. Sometimes. Girls like men who have their cute moments.” She adds making him cock an eyebrow at her in surprise. “What?” She questions narrowing her eyes at him. “You’ve had your cute moments too. Although very few and basically nonexistent.”

“There’s something back here!” Jaskier calls out pulling their attention back to him. “It sort of looks like a fawn.”

“Jaskier…” Geralt calls out in frustration.

“Hello, little fellow. Aren’t you just the cutest…” The animal growls as it starts to stand up to it’s full height making panic fill Jaskier’s body. “Most… terrifying thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Right, run away! Run away! Geralt!” Jaskier runs up and hiding behind him says, “It’s one of your… friends again.”

As it stands up to its full height everyone stares at the poor creature with curious looks.

“What in the name of Bloemenmagde is that?” The dwarf leader asks his eyes widening slowly.

“It’s an hirikka. It’s probably starving. Sheathe your weapons.” Geralt orders and he glances to (Name) standing next to him her eyes were filled with pity. She starts to fumble through her robes looking for something when a roar from the creature draws their attention back to it. Before anyone has a chance to act, a knight from one of the other groups draws his sword and slays the poor creature.

As if killing it wasn’t enough, he just keeps swinging his sword bringing it up and down adding insult to injury. (Name) tenses next to Geralt and he looks at her to see her eyes filled with rage. This wasn’t going to end well.

“For kingdom and glory!” The knight screams out causing a dark-haired mage to rush to his side.

“Sir Eyck!” She calls out as she reaches him. “You could have been killed!”

“He could have been killed?” (Name) says in disbelief moving closer to them and Geralt instantly reaches for her hand trying to stop her. “Did you not see the same creature I did Yennefer?”

‘Wait how did she know the mages name?’ Geralt thinks as he moves to stand right behind her just in case, she needed him. Also, just in case he needed to stop her from using her gifts.

“(Name), can we talk about this later?” Yennefer asks as she looks around at all the dumbfounded faces.

“No, we can’t.” Name pauses for a moment and Geralt realizes that Thor had joined the two of them. “Sir Eyck, you are a knight are you not?”

“I am.” He replies pulling away from Yen’s hands.

“Then you are a piss poor one.”

“(Name)!” Thor interjects trying to stop her from continuing.

“A knight's code of conduct includes mercy, humility, honor, sacrifice, faithfulness, courage, utmost graciousness and courtesy toward women. None of those you have shown by the absolute slaughter you have just committed against a helpless creature. It was hungry. Not deadly. If we would have fed it, it would have went away. So, fuck you Sir.” She ends as she collects her skirt and turns around and stomps away.

Geralt looks back at the absolute dumbfounded look on the knight’s face before he turns to walk away. They decide to set up camp for the night and Geralt watches in disgust as the ‘knight’ decides it’s a smart idea to carve up and eat the creature. (Name) refused to even be near the so-called knight as she makes her camp way away from them.

Geralt couldn’t help but keep glancing at her as she sat with writing utensils in her hands. She must have been drawing the scenery. His mind filled with memories or watching her draw anything that caught her interest.

“Um…” Borch starts pulling his attention. “I’m not sure I’d eat that, good sir.”

“Knights never waste a kill.” Sir Eyck replies with a scoff. “It’s precisely why I’ll make a great lord to Niedamir’s vassal state. A great knight must lead by example. For—”

“Kingdom and glory. We know.” Téa interrupts in hopes of shutting him up.

Thank the gods (Name) wasn’t near enough to hear him spout his bullshit.

“My subjects will be the luckiest serfs in all the lands. Especially with the beautiful Yennefer as my mage.” Sir Eyck continues and Geralt glances at Thor whose jaw was clenched tight.

So that’s how (Name) knew the mage. Thor was a past suitor of hers.

“I cannot wait to serve you, My Lord.” Yennefer replies and Geralt watches as Thor’s eyes fill with anger and regret.

Geralt knew those feelings all to well. Not that he’d ever show them. He regretted being away from (Name) for so long. It wasn’t that he refused to return to her. There were so many monsters on the continent that needed to be dealt with.

“How would you like to serve me tonight… Witch?” The Reaver leader inquires making Thor crush the canteen that was in his hand.

“Watch it.” Thor warns as he stares daggers into the reavers eyes.

“If not the witch, then what about your sister?” He adds and Geralt’s body fills with anger.

“Careful, Boholt.” Geralt interjects causing the reaver to look at him.

“So, the Witcher wants to play knight too, hmm?” Boholt insists his eyes looking over at (Name) who was now moving closer to them.

“No. She’s plenty able of murdering you herself.” Geralt concludes making Thor smirk. Boholt chuckles making the head dwarf ask him a question.

“What’s so amusin’, you overgrown cock hair?” He asks annoyance in his voice.

“I’m just wondering who I will kill first. The monster, or the monster hunter.” Boholt replies as he fiddles with a piece of meat that he pulled from the spicket.

“Hm.” Geralt hums and Boholt takes that as a sign to leave.

A loud gurgling sound fills the campfire and Sir Eyck twitches in his seat.

“Oh, dear.” Sir Eyck says making Jaskier look over at him. “Um… I’m afraid I must take my leave. Lady Yennefer, may I escort you to your tent?”

“Will you be joining me?” She asks seductively making Thor narrow his eyes at her.

“Uh… My Lady, I would…” He is interrupted by his stomach gurgling again. “…never degrade your honor in such a way.”

Before anyone can say anything, Sir Eyck turns and mumbling something about taking a shit, hobbles off.

“I hope he didn’t leave on account of me.” (Name) states sarcastically as she moves to sit in between Thor and Geralt.

“Pretty sure the hirikka is fighting back.” Jaskier answers and she chuckles.

“Serves him right.”

“So shall we tell the poor bastard, that he’s vying for a vassal state that won’t exist in a decade?” Yarpen asks.

“States rise and fall like the tide. Nothing new.” Geralt says his eyes focused on the fire.

“This is fucking new. The rightful son of Nilfgaard has returned, burnin’ through the south.” Yarpen retorts.

“With Fringilla as his mage. Nilfgaard’s a joke.” Yennefer says with a chuckle.

“I saw it with my own eyes down in Ebbing. Those zealot freaks are inching closer by the day. Won’t be long till the try to take Sodden. Next, it’ll be Temeria. Redania. Cintra.” Yarpen States making Geralt’s heart clench at the thought of what could happen to (Name) and Ciri.

“No.” Jaskier interjects, “Queen Calanthe would die before letting them take what’s hers.”

“Perhaps if Nilfgaard’s religious zeal had been tempered earlier by a stronger hand…” Borch starts only to pause and look at Yennefer.

“If you’ll excuse me, I must get my beauty sleep.” Yennefer replies as she stands up and walks away from the fire.

(Name) nudges Thor in the side and he climbs to his feet to follow the mage.

“I don’t think it’ll make me prettier, but I need sleep too.” Yarpen states causing the other dwarves to climb to their feet and follow him.

“So…” Jaskier starts when they’ve left. “We’re about to have new evil overlords, and dragons are, in fact, a thing. Good day all around.” Téa and Véa give out a little chuckle as he finishes. “Oh, you’ve all seen a dragon before, have you? Geralt, will you please tell them?”

“Their numbers are dwindling. Treasure seekers saw to that. But they do exist. What people call ‘Green Dragons,’ like the one we have here, they’re the most common. Red dragons, less so. Black dragons are the rarest.”

“Gold dragons are the rarest.” Borch corrects making Geralt eyeball him.

“Gold dragons are a myth. For a gold dragon to exist, it would… have to be the result of… an accidental, unique mutation. And in my experience, mutations, they’re intentional. But it doesn’t matter. Mutant or myth, gold dragons met the same fate as anything too different to endure. They died out.” Geralt concludes.

“There are other ways of enduring. It it’s legacy you’re after, perhaps you should take the overgrown cock hair’s advice and become a knight.” Borch adds making Jaskier chuckle. “Sir Witcher… the White-Haired… of Rivia. You’d make a rather shitty one, refusing to slay dragons. But probably not as shitty a one as Sir Eyck of Denesle!”

“That’s not true.” (Name) interjects causing Geralt to look over at her. “I believe a good knight is someone who knows the difference between which life to take and which one to spare. I have known Geralt a very long time and he has shown me every time that he chooses to do what he thinks is right. Even if it eventually turns out to be the wrong thing.”

(Name) looks around at the few people still sitting at the fire and shakes her head.

“I think I should get some rest. Goodnight, everyone.”

Geralt was about to follow her when something inside told him not too. So, he continued to sit there unaware that she had wanted him to follow.

Will Continue

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whitewolfandsongbird · 3 years

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Chapter 4:

Interlude: CIRI (1)

Summary:

Jaskier, from Ciri's perspective. Part I.

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Ciri wasn’t sure what to think of the man called Jaskier, at first.

His name rang some distant bells in her mind in the way that she once heard of his name way before in the distant part of her old life rather than the pull of Destiny. However, at the time she had also just been betrayed by the person she thought was part of her destiny, the woman she thought would be a big part of her life, whose name she knew by Destiny before they even met and she taught her how to use the Chaos within her. She thought she could be—

And then Geralt arrived. For all of her relief upon seeing him, she hated the way he dismissed her. She knew perfectly well they would talk about her, about this betrayal, yet she wasn’t allowed to be part of that conversation. Instead, Geralt just told her to lead the man she never met with a group of Dwarves behind him back to Kaer Morhen.

(Geralt just called him by name while his eyes stayed on Yennefer as if Ciri should know which one he was, had the man not stepped forward and introduced himself. Not that she paid him any mind then with her emotions still swirling in her, pained and confused over the betrayal.)

And then, she killed the other Witchers in their sleep while she wasn’t herself. She didn’t know how to process all of that, so she chose to train and train and train to stop her feelings until Geralt had to drag her back and put her in bed.

She slept and woke up afraid she had become something else again while she slept.

In the days after the fight, she didn’t see the man in the swishy coat much around the keep. He tried to bring her into a conversation once or twice when they happened to be in the dining hall together, but every time she tried to speak, something felt lodged in her throat. Everything in her was all too aware of the missing spaces and the Witchers she would never see again. She was too aware how his voice carried too clearly in a too empty hall, devoid of the raucous noise that used to fill it. So, she would always get up and leave, swallowing the lump in her throat as she willed herself to not cry. She had enough of crying already.

The only other times she saw him was when he was with Yennefer or with Geralt, never both at the same time, and more often with the Sorceress. While a part of her was curious, a bigger part of her didn’t want to care. He was human, not even one that could fight or defend himself. She wasn’t even sure why he was here, how he came to know two of the most powerful people Ciri knew.

He will be gone too, whoever he might be, and Ciri was tired of losing people.

(Ciri didn’t know what to do with a human anymore. Every human she knew was killed already.)

(She didn’t even know if she was still human.)

Then, when Geralt told her about his plans to leave, to go to the Brotherhood of the Sorcerers and get some answers, she was both relieved and hesitant. She had felt she found a home at Kaer Morhen, but she also didn’t want to stay. She wanted things to just stop. She wanted everything to be over. She wanted to control her Chaos, totally and utterly, so no one can ever use her again. So she can take charge of her own life.

She wanted to know what she was.

Aretuza would have answers, Yennefer said. Ciri couldn’t trust her yet, but Geralt encouraged her to try, at least for this. She was the most powerful sorceress Geralt ever knew, someone whose knowledge of magic Ciri could trust if nothing else. She could teach her how to regain control and prove she could.

However, trying didn't always mean succeeding. Yennefer tried and so did Ciri, but their conversation beyond the magical lessons so far would always turn stilted, awkward and pressured, a vast difference from the lightheartedness they had before. She didn’t even know if she really wanted them to be like before. What she knew was she wished Yennefer never did it, never lied to her, so Ciri never had to know the feeling of being betrayed.

Perhaps, that was a part of why she was reluctant to start a conversation with the man in the swishy coat. He seemed to be closer to Yennefer than with Geralt, with how much more often they were found in each other’s company, and her paranoia made her wonder if she should be careful about him too.

It was only in the morning when they were about to leave the keep that she really started to wonder about who Jaskier was. Ciri was helping Geralt pack up his saddlebags and secure them to the new horse that Geralt already named Roach, and she noticed how they seemed a little heavier, just a little fuller. She wondered what he filled them with, but it was certainly much more packed than she had ever seen Geralt pack for any of their other trips before. There was even an extra bedroll tied up when she had only ever seen Geralt meditate when they were outside.

Ciri thought it was a bit out of the norm from the usual Geralt she knew of. He usually travelled light, depending even more on his Witcher resistance to most forces of nature and only packed the necessities she would need, but she didn’t think too much about it. She thought maybe it was because they were going farther than they've ever gone before and he was simply being prepared since Geralt really didn’t like portals and Ciri didn’t want to go anywhere through a portal without Geralt.

Then, Geralt brought out another horse, a cream-coloured mare that Ciri was pretty sure belonged to Vesemir. Most of the Witchers’ horses in the keep were stolen by the prostitutes when they fled from the keep (which seemed so long ago, now), but Vesemir had kept his horse in a separate stable and it had been the only horse in the keep besides Roach for a while until she died and Geralt came with a new black mare.

“Is Vesemir coming with us?” asked Ciri curiously. She didn’t hear about this before and she thought Vesemir was needed more here in the keep.

“No,” Geralt said, stingy with words as ever. Then, he said, “It’s for Jaskier.”

Hmm?

“Jaskier?”

Geralt nodded, his hand moved to pet the cream-coloured horse when its snout snuffed at Geralt’s hair.

“He’s coming with us?” she asked again, confused. Geralt looked puzzled at her when that should be her expression.

“Of course he is,” said Geralt, as if it was obvious and Ciri was silly for not knowing it. Which, alright. She supposed Jaskier is Geralt’s friend. Obviously. Whatever that meant this time. Maybe they met through Yennefer, and since Yennefer was going, of course Jaskier would go too.

But, “He’s not going to teleport with Yennefer?” Ciri asked because that seemed like the most logical answer to their travelling arrangement. Geralt kept frowning as if he was confused about how could Ciri make such an illogical conclusion. Why that would be illogical was beyond her.

“Why would he?” Geralt asked back. He looked earnest about it too, as if the mere possibility that he might want to leave with a portal with Yennefer was incomprehensible.

Ciri was terribly confused. Never had she felt like the both of them were talking in two completely different languages and Ciri was confused .

“Alright,” Ciri said in return, shaking her head a little. Maybe Jaskier also hated portals. Still, perhaps a little bit of clarification could help her confusion. “Then, did Vesemir let you borrow his horse? I thought that’s practically the only horse left in the keep?”

Geralt, unbelievably, shrugged so nonchalantly.

“I’ll send him another horse later,” he said, which in Ciri’s express opinion was an indirect admittance Geralt was technically stealing Vesemir’s horse. For Jaskier.

Which, what the fuck? She could understand if that horse was a peace offering for Yennefer. Her grandfather always did silly things like that for her grandmother after they argued with each other and Yennefer already told her she and Geralt used to date before they broke up months ago, before Geralt even met Ciri.

…Unless?

Before she could quite ask for more clarification on what exactly was going on, the man himself appeared, red-purple swishy coat swishing ridiculously as he walked towards them. Ciri kind of wondered how thick that coat was and just what it was made of because the way it swished made it seem it was made from material like her dress, but she’d never seen the man with furs around the keep and it was fucking cold here, so it had to still thick enough to keep him warm.

And then, there was Yennefer walking beside him, with her own fur around her shoulders and a black ornate dress that looked really pretty on her. She looked regal, royal, and magic, as if even the wind wouldn’t dare to disturb the placement of even a strand on her hair. Then, Ciri's thoughts wondered if the man's coat was imbued with warming magic that that was why he didn't look cold. They must be really close ‘friends’ then if that was so.

Ciri then saw Geralt frowning at them. It was subtle, just a little downturn at the corner of his lips, but it was there. Ciri would ask what was wrong, but the man with the swishy coat already sauntered over to Geralt’s side and grinned.

“Hello, Geralt. What a great, sunny morning we’re having! Perfect day for a trek down a snowy mountain, isn’t it?”

Geralt’s expression positively brightened. Again, it was a really subtle thing, just a slight movement around his cheeks and a slight shift of light in his eyes. Still, in Ciri’s expert opinion, Geralt might as well have been dancing with joy.

“Perfect day indeed,” Yennefer added blandly. “Must be the sun.”

Geralt’s expression shifted into something sour and confused, but the man in the swishy coat talked again.

“And the sun is fucking great. Such a beautiful, sunny day. Isn’t that so, Geralt?”

“Hmm,” Geralt replied as usual as if Ciri hadn’t seen him shift into 3 whole different ranges of expression in just the last ten seconds.

“Aw, look at you, practically sunny yourself!” the man in the swishy coat— Jaskier, Ciri probably should start consistently calling him by his name in her head—said brightly, his tone teasing as he elbowed lightly at Geralt, standing barely an inch apart between them.

“Hmm,” Geralt said again, this time his hum sounded more teasing, for some reason. Jaskier laughed as if he understood what it meant.

“Anyway, what’s with the second horse? Is that for Ciri?” Jaskier asked, moving to the front of Vesemir’s horse to pet it. The horse seemed to know Jaskier, as he leaned into the touch and snuffled on his brown hair.

“No. Ciri and I will share Roach,” Geralt answered, his hand moved to hold the reins in his grip and probably about to give it to Jaskier.

“Oh, for Yennefer, then? Also, Roach? Really?” Jaskier asked again.

“You know I always named all my horses Roach,” said Geralt. He then furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he turned towards the sorceress, reins still in his grip.

“Not likely,” Yennefer shot down. “Not my colour, Bard.”

“Oh come on, he’s a beautiful blonde boy! What’s not to like? Although, he looks a lot like Vesemir’s horse. Geralt, is he Vesemir’s horse?”

“Yes—”

“Oh wow. Is it even okay for you to bring him out?”

“...No—”

“O-ho-ho, Geralt! He’ll tan your fucking hide!”

“Yes, but—”

“Seriously though, you probably should take him back,” Jaskier advised wryly. “I get it, you wanted to make amends with Yennefer and wanted her comfortable on this trip, but stealing Vesemir’s horse really isn’t the way for it. The keep needs to have at least one horse available right? Really, Geralt.”

“Hrmm…”

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cerealboxmaterial · 5 years

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When people tag their Fandom OC story with ‘x reader.’ 🙄 I type ‘x reader’ in the search bar to read stories with ‘x reader’ not your OC x my dream fandom. OC is NOT ‘x reader’ that’s YOUR character. Tag that shit correctly.

~Sincerely,

A fellow writer

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tarithenurse · 4 years

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If I succeed - 14

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x fem!Reader Content: Action, angst, gore, badassery. A/N: Apparently it’s Wednesday today... Want a tag? Send an ask or reblog! I’d love comments and feedback – even if it’s corrections on language or whatever. I’m not picky as long as I know my work brings joy too.

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14 – Strong where you belong

... Reader ...

Subtly shaking the clammy hand on your shoulder off has not worked, and you are too afraid to do something more drastic. Not yet, at least. Jaskier and you are going to get one chance only and it has to be timed perfectly. So you sit.

Biding your time by watching Jaskier play (and sweat bullets) for the little entourage of horny vampires crowding around him; only the leader, Nordbergar, seems to be more interested in you although he remains silent, quietly stroking you with a thumb that sometimes brushes as far as the neck, sending shivers down the spine. Once or twice, your captor leans forward to inhale your scent, reminding both you and Jaskier (eyes bulging with fear as he watches) that these "civilized" people are in fact predators.

Still you sit. Watching the flames dance to an unheard melody that echoes in your bones, the warm hues reflecting in the glasses of wine, echoing as a shimmer in the silks and fancy jewellery.

Long ago, the fire had danced just as prettily before the eyes of a baby girl, making her giggle and fuelling the rhythm until sparks jumped towards the heaven far above the chimney – not that the child knew that part, she just knew the fire was her friend. And so she grew up, finding comfort and entertainment in an element barely controllable.

Now, just like then, you find peace of mind as the heat saturates your skin, almost drifting away with the floating embers until you feel the hand on your shoulder still, nails sharp as talons digging into the joint. Here we go. Every vampires' head whips towards the cave mouth, Jaskier's too and the smile that erupts on his face is one of relief and pure joy.

"Witcher," Leif Nordbergar grates, "we've been expecting you."

"Hm."

It's his answer to everything. This time, it barely sounds human and it makes you look over to see Geralt's eyes black like ink, the thin skin around them similarly darkened while the rest looks ashen. Dead. Regardless of the fearsome appearance, the man standing with the night sky behind him is not one of the monsters he is famed for killing, this is the man you have been waiting for.

Trying not to smirk, you get his attention easily. "What took you so long? You kept us waiting."

Geralt grins in much the same way as a predator stalking its cornered prey would. But you're here now.

... Jaskier ...

The bard realizes that his skill as a wordsmith will be put to the test (presuming they survive) when a great river of fire reaches out and flushes the vampires around him aside with the power and their instinctive reactions combined while he himself sits unscathed, although cowering behind the lute with what remains of his wine. Too afraid to move, Jaskier watches as the vampire in charge changes his grasp on [Y/N], nails turning into claws that seem made for ripping through flesh.

“Fools!” he snarls through needle-like fangs.

The bard silently agrees. How can this end happily for all three of them? The panic beats like a storm in his chest and ears, it transforms his limbs to stone making him unable to move at all even as the singed vampires begin to find their footing and circle towards the new threat.

And Geralt? He stands motionless, watching with blackened eyes as he is surrounded. His voice calls out from far away to Nordbergar. “You can leave. Go back north.” An offer refused with a mocking laugh. “Hm. Your funeral.”

Silver gleams as it arches through the air and into [Y/N]’s hand. Metal blades reflect the rush of fire leaping from the pit to distort the Witcher’s shape with shadows as he twists and turns in a violent dance with his sword as a partner, driving the foe aside with the aid of flames. One falls, head rolling towards the cave entrance. Another vampire is pierced through the heart seconds before the figure becomes obscured by a local inferno.

“NOO-” Nordbergar’s objection morphs into a scream of frustration and agony as a smaller silvered weapon impales his wrist, twisting in the dry wound to force the hand away from [Y/N]’s throat.

The scream fades as another blade comes to rest at his neck. No one moves (with the exception of a vampire reaching for her arm which lies a few feet away). All eyes are on the two males facing each other in a tense seize-fire.

“Hmm.”

“Without a leader, the lesser will slaughter unchecked.”

The Witcher does not flinch at the warning. “So you wanna be spared now.”

“Spare my children if you can’t let me live.”

The children in question glance at each other (even the one who now has reached her arm) but say nothing. Jaskier cannot see any fear or remorse in their eyes, only calculative coldness as if they are assessing who is worth surviving. Would the offer each other up?

“S’pose you’ve been giving the orders so far...” Geralt sighs, “which means I’ve no guarantee the rest will listen to your offspring.” Pulling the sword slightly away, the dark grin tugs his lips until his own teeth are revealed. “No. This is what you’ll do.”

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sadbreadcrumb · 3 years

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i'm not doing well. i can't eat bc i can't cook or go to the store, even though i go out twice a day to walk the dog. i thought i'd faint today when i was walking him, i guess bc of not eating lol. i can't sleep bc i read fanfiction, only i not so much read it as just scroll through the fic lists trying to find something that will make me happy. i can't really function when i'm alone, it's only with other people that i start doing at least something, like washing dishes. i also only do it when i have to cook for my dog. thinking about doing something that involves effort almost makes me want to cry.

at the same time, i applied to a full-time job for some reason?? kinda hope i fail the test assignment tomorrow. why the fuck would i apply to be a test gamer when it's fucking fighting games or shooters, what the fuck. i had to talk through a video call today, and it was in english, wtf, what am i doing.

also, jaskier from the witcher is the light of my life and i will fight for him, will kill and die for him. i'm watching the polish series now, but there's an episode called 'jaskier' and i couldn't watch it yesterday or tomorrow bc i get anxious bc what if something bad happens what if jaskier and geralt fight what if. i don't want to see him emotionally hurt. i'm listening to burn butcher burn right now and i'm not feeling well. like, they fight, and jaskier is hurt, and geralt?? he has other fucking priorities, and i understand but jaskier is MY priority and i'm bitter i want him happy you know. i'm only watching this stuff because of jaskier, because of his and geralt's interaction and a little bit because of geralt himself, i have zero interest in other stuff. ah.

i'm a mess. also starting to have suicidal thoughts again. it's probably bc i ran out of my medication. which i will only be able to get next week. i just want to read geraskier fanficton and sleep.

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The Vampire Files/4

Fanficton

Part 4

AU story with tvd/to characters, but also with many others from different fandoms like Nick Amaro _Law&Order svu, that I am borrowing here. And Joel Goran from Saving Hope etc.

Main pairing_ Nick Amaro and Elena Gilbert

Nick and Elena are FBI Agents investigating supernatural activities and homocide caused vampires and demons.

Expect witches, demons, vampires. Inspired by X-files, Twin Peaks, and many other shows

tag_ @miguelsbrat thank you so much for your support and kind words.

thanks for reading xoxo ★(✿˘▿˘)

and _gifs are not mine

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“Amaro...I’m hit...I...my apartment buil...” Elena chocked, feeling her eyelids drop.

She stood n the midst of a vast darkness. There was a dull spotlight shining down on her.She glanced at her hands and feet, find herself wearing a white shirt and pants, the outfit she wore on the first day she started work as an Agent. What was going on? Fear hit her like a falling tree in an ice storm. The hair on the back of her head stood up. Suddenly it was pitch black. Her eyes could not penetrate the darkness no matter which way she turned. It was a complete shutdown of light, except for the dull light around her. Darkness weighed heavily on her shoulders. The darkness felt as if it was brooding and rotating about her. Muffled voices spelled out from her left and from behind her. A ripple of mocking laughter streamed over to her from the distance. Waves of rejection and hatred swept through her like the heavy stream from a fireman’s hose. She tried to ran away, but slammed into an invisible barrier.

The ambulance rushed Elena to the hospital. And Nick followed right behind. Seeing her down unconscious kicked him hard. This was not a random attack. The arrows were nothing he had ever seen. But now, his mind was just aimed at one thing- to hear if Elena was going to be all right. And so he ran inside the hospital as fast as he could explaining to the nurses who stopped him who he was, showing his badge.

And the nurses still wouldn't let him go beyond a certain point. He knew it, but something pulled him to go into the OR. She had known her just for a little while and yet for an unexplained reason she mattered to him greatly. He inhaled deeply and then sat down in the waiting area frustrated.He now dialled the Headquarters reporting on the accident.

Not long after Stefan and Valerie arrived. They were already investigating Jackson's murder and with Elena being attacked they found it to be correlated. Nick gave them the whole account of the day and the evening, especially the last couple of hours he and Elena spent before they parted.

"So, you have a clue as to who it might be? Whoever killed Kenner is after Gilbert!" Nick said straight faced.

"It could be, but might not" Stefan replied.

Nick knew that could very much be the truth, as he had read the report on the case Elena and Jackson were working on, which subsequently got him killed.

Would a shaman send strange hitmen using ancient arrows?!

Nick moved away from his fellow colleagues to get himself some coffee as he knew that the surgery would take a while. He was a very patient man but this time he wished he knew how Elena was doing that very instant.

Stefan notified Caroline, who came storming in.

Rebekah, being the resident orthopedic surgeon of the hospital, talked to the nurses, who gave her the paramedics report.

"How bad is it?" Caroline wanted to know.

"Punctured lung," Rebekah said,"should not be that bad- Gia and Vincent are the best specialist for these types of wounds"

"Seriously- does shit never stop?!" Caroline moaned- as she moved restlessly to the waiting area noticing Elijah talking on the phone mentioning Elena.

"Ah, so this is Nick Amaro?!" she thought sizing him up and then went up to him as he finished his phone call.

"Caroline Forbes." the blonde attorney she said putting her hand out to the Agent.

Nick shook her hand and said ,"Assistant District Attorney Forbes?"

"Yes. But I am not here on official business. Elena is my friend. I am here in that capacity." Caroline explained.

"Right." Nick nodded a little and it seemed she was not going to get anything more. So, the name vulture, really suited him, Caroline thought. Dark, repulsive, but compelling. Elena was right. Something about him was not like she had seen before.

Soon Rebekah joined them, who was now also introduced to the Special Agent.

“Does Elena have any family?” Nick said.

“Yes. An aunt. She lives in New York.” Rebekah replied.”I will give her a call.”

“It is not necessary. I think that the Bureau has probably already notified her.” Nick said.

It was so. Jenna, who lived in New York, was notified by the Field Director, and was on her way. And by the time she had arrived, Elena was out of the OR. Gia, the chief of surgery gave Stefan and Nick the recap of how it all went. Elena would recover.

Nick asked immediately if he could go and see her, which stunned all of them present.

Gia hesitated as he was not her next of kin.

"I am her partner!" Nick stressed, “I need to see her, please.”

Reluctantly, Gia gave him five minutes. As he left with the nurse, Caroline could not help herself, "Wow. He like knows her for five minutes and he is already out there?!"

“It’s an FBI thing. Partners have magical bond - it didn’t take him long to bond with her.”

Stefan then had to step in the conversation, "Well, she did invite him for beer and a pool game."

"They definitely bonded." Caroline remarked.

Nick walked in the ICU, and seeing her laying in the bed like a sleeping beauty, he wished for a moment it was him instead of her. Where was this coming from? Shock. But he was always so cool and collected. Everyone else was only a fellow Agent. She was so much more. He didn't understand why, but so it was.

"Gilbert," he said and now took her hand, swallowing hard. How and in what moment did she get under his skin, he couldn’t put the finger on.

"Nick Amaro?" Jenna said.

"Yes" he turned around.

A nurse now came in as Jenna just got in without permission, and so to clarify the situation she said to both of them, "I am Jenna Saltzman, Elena's aunt. And as her only next of kin, I believe I have the right to come in!"

"Yes, but you still needed to clarify it with us before" the nurse said.

"I drove three and a half hours to get here, dropping everything - get me the attending” the way she looked at the nurse made the woman resigne trying to explain to her that she could not stay in the room and went to look for a doctor.

"They say she will pull through" Nick then filled her in with the info he got.

"Yes, she will. She is a tough one,"Jenna then said walking over to Elena taking her by the hand gently, "I am here now."

Nick walked out giving them some privacy. Getting to know Elena's aunt made it clear where she got the feisty impatient part of her personality from. As Caroline said, yes, he and Elena bonded, that was true. He pictured her playing pool and nearly kicking his ass. Inside he said a little prayer for her, his heart wishing all the best.

In the ICU, a little while later, Jenna spoke to Vincent about the operation and as he went, allowing her to stay as long as she wanted, she made herself comfortable.

"Elena ,you should not have gone there," Jenna whispered worryingly,"they now know that you exist."

Flashback

Three months earlier, New Orleans

Elena walked in a bar looking for Luis Cyphre.

"Who wants to see him?" the woman behind the bar asked.

"Tell him Angel Heart." Elena said.

The heavily tattooed woman just swayed with her hand telling Elena to follow her.

The morning found Nick in the Bureau office. Caroline getting ready for work. Rebekah still sleeping. Stefan waited for his partner Valerie in the diner revising the Kenner-Gilbert case. Elena awake quiet looking at Jenna asleep on the chair. The Agent smiled a little, glad to see her there.

Flashback

Thirty years ago, after Miranda and Greyson's funeral.

"I will look after you and everything will be all right, I promise you that!"- Jenna said to the nine-year old child, who just nodded trying to cope with everything that had gone on-"New York is a magical, and you will really love it there. I so love it there."

And she had loved it there. But the demons didn't go away, nor the fact that she was the first born with the mark of the huntress. Jenna knew it. And she did all in her power to teach her all she had learned about her family and what they were since the beginning of time. At the age of sixteen Elena became a huntress with all the magic passed onto her the first hybrid moon after her birthday.

"Mmmhh" Jenna muffled a little bit as she moved opening her eyes rubbing her neck- smiling as she saw that Elena was awake now waving at her aunt a little.

"Oh, I fell asleep. How are you? Has it helped?" the woman referred to the potions she had given her earlier.

Elena nodded.

"Good. I couldn't give you more till they check you out. It would have been too suspicious." Jenna said.

"I know" Elena whispered.

"So, I met your new partner," Jenna then said, "he looks badass! You skipped a few points. He is so suave!"

Elena rolled her eyes a little. She was not surprised at Jenna's comment.

"He was really cut about you. So I don't really get why he is all wrong." Jenna referred to their conversation after she had returned from Mystic Falls telling her about Nick.

"He is not all wrong." Elena said.

"Oh, you changed your tune. Did something happen? Something I should know about?"

"Nothing happened. But he is right for the job." Elena replied.

"Right. Let me know when you are ready to tell me why he is suddenly all right for the job."

"He is one of them."

"What? When did you find that out?" Jenna couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I saw the mark. He is Bloodborne." Elena said.

"The Witcher?," Jenna said in amazement,"but they are extinct, or are they not? Aztec bloodline?”

"Yep." Elena muttered.

They wanted to speak some more, but the nurse came in followed by Gia, who could not believe how greatly Elena had improved. And then, Jenna had to do what she really didn't like much, she took a small crystal ball out of her bag compelling the surgeon and the nurse to let Elena go in a few days to home care.

As they left, Jenna now put her coat on, ready to leave herself.

“You rest and behave. And I will come and pick you up in a few hours.”

“Right. Get me ice-cream.” Elena said.

“You got it.” Jenna said and giving her niece a little wave, left the room, soon crossing Joel’s path carying a big bunch of balloons and an unicorn.

“Oh, please don’t tell me you and Elena made up?” Jenna shot a disappointed look at the surgeon.

“And what if we did?” Joel tilted his head narrowing his eyes at the Professor.

“Damn you if you hurt her again- that is all I’m going to say.” Jenna warned the man, her eyes blazing with serious intent.

Joel was smart enough not to go further into the conversation and now excused himself, walking away.

Jenna inhaled sharply, displeased. But for now she let it be and now went away.

***

A week later Elena recovered completely. But she had to go on with the pretence of recovery, so she took another two weeks off of work after she had been released from work.

"I hate to do this. But I can't tell them." Elena said to Jenna.

"Maybe they will understand. Try them. I told Alaric, and look how great that worked out." Jenna said.

"I can't. I don't want to drag them into it. And when I am with them I just want to be me, Elena, to have some normality -"

“What is really going on with you and Joel?” Jenna now asked.

“Nothing.” Elena said.

“Really? So what was this whole thing with the balloons?”

“We just hooked up - the night before I got shot.” Elena replied dismissing it.

“So you are not going back there - he slept with that doctor not once , the damsell in distress - the one that nearly had him jailed.”

“Please, you don’t have to remind me. The hook up was just one-off”

“Ok - a bit of meaningless sex never hurt anyone”

"It leaves me so empty afterwards." Elena said sighing a little, thinking of Joel.

Jenna scooped the ice-cream into a bowl for both of them. Her phone rang and she went to another room to take the call.

Elena sat down at the computer, looking at the arrows the forensics have sent over to her. They were of akkadian origin. Jenna, who was a Professor of Demonology, found out that only a secret society would have those in their possession.

The door bell rang and she now went to answer it.

"Amaro?" Elena said as she opened at the door.

"You look really good- I mean- aren't you supposed to be resting?" he said as he walked in.

"I am on very special pain meds. Plus, who can be in bed all day. What's up?"

"You are definitely better."

"There's no time to waste. What have you found out about the Armory?" Elena asked.

"A society of supernatural artifact collectors. Founded by a Lorenzo St. John" Nick replied.

"Right." Elena said happy about the info.

"Stefan and Valerie went to visit them - they are denying any kind of connection." Nick continued.

"Coffee?" Elena offered.

"No, thank you" Nick refused politely.

Jenna appeared from the bedroom and with a small 'hi' adding, "Maybe ice-cream?"

Nick greeted her back and said no to the ice-cream.

"Ok, guys, I have errands to run," Jenna said giving Elena one of those looks telling her that she had her own lead, "I will see you later. Oh, and Nick - make sure she goes to bed"

Elena looked wide-eyed and emberrassed about Jenna's comment, "Sorry about that. She overdoes her 'mother' role sometimes."

"Well, meds or no meds-she is right. You should be resting." Nick said smirking cutely.

"All right," Elena huffed slightly annoyed and sat down on the sofa,"there, I am resting. Seriously, I am not made of glass."

"No, but of flash and blood." He sat down on the armchair next to her, "why do you push everyone away? You should have seen your friends worried whether you will make it or not-"

Elena did appreciate the concern, but the defensive mechanism she had imposed on herself made her dismiss care she would be given. It was her way of surviving. "I just don't like the fuss. And there is so much to do. I've seen people dedicated to their work, but with you it's an entire new level. You can't hide when the Evil calls your name"

"What?"

"It's something I read. Anyway," she turned to the table with her meds, that actually were vitamins,"Can you pass me that bottle there. And it's time for my pills."

Nick stood up and passed her a glass of water and the medication that were on a chest of draws.

As he passed it to her, she thanked him and in the process took hold of his had,"I do appreciate you waiting in the hospital"-

"You are my partner," but the way he said it somehow meant more the way it sounded.

The door buzzed and Elena now asked Nick to go see who it was. Swinging the door open, Joel Goran stood there. “May I come in?”

“Please” Nick said and gestured to the surgeon to come in.

_to be continued

#nick amaro #elena gilbert #fanfiction #nicklena #joel goran #alternative universe #au crossover fanfiction #mashup fandoms

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