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scarlet2007 · 1 year ago

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₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ The Witcher's Witch₊︶꒷꒦︶

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Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader.

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Summary: Being rescued by the Witcher after being accused of being a Witch was the last thing you expected in life. But it looks like kindness can go a long way if shown to the right people.

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Warnings: Mention of murder, beast slaying, taming wild animals, witch hunting, the reader is beaten up and was about to get burned alive.

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The Witcher was finally in town, it was pretty clear from how the people were crowding towards a certain white haired man who stood besides a horse.

The crowd was sneering at the Witcher, calling him names and yelling at him, as if the Witcher was nothing but a mere dirty dog in their eyes. The Mayor of our town finally made an appearance, making the angry people go silent as they all waited for their "king" to speak.

"Ah, Witcher! We have been waiting for your arrival." The mayor chuckled, walking towards the Witcher, who stood tall amongst the crowd, clearly used to the sneering and insults of the people.

"There is an unknown monster lurking in the forest near our town, it had already murdered two people brutally. We need you to take care of the monster." The Mayor spoke as the people continued to glare at the Witcher. Some mothers even went as far as to try and 'shield' their kid from him as if he was the monster that would tear apart their children.

You stood slightly far from the crowd, watching everything occur as you scoffed at the hostility of the people towards the Witcher.

"They are acting as if he can't just kill them all in an instant..." You mumbled, chuckling darkly.

"You better be as good as they say you are, Witcher." Someone hissed, staring at the Witcher in disdain as they tried to stare him down. The Witcher ignored them all as he looked at the Mayor, nodding silently as the Mayor handed him a bag filled with coins.

"Where is the beast?" Asked the Witcher, making you sigh as the people started to talk about the beast all at once. Half of them were made up while the other half were useless.

Finally, the mayor explained everything that they knew about the beast, and where it attacks. You listened intensely, still standing away from the crowd as you stared at the ground in focus.

The Witcher nodded along, before he started to walk in the direction of the forest that was now forbiddened from entering for the safety of the people. You quickly walked in the opposite direction before entering an alley that lead towards the forest as you tried to track down the Witcher.

"Stop following me." A gruff voice said from behind you, making you jump as you turned around to face the dark and tall figure in front of you.

"Oh! It's you..." You sighed in relief, making the Witcher frown.

"Um... Mister... Uh.. sir? Whichever you prefer, I have some information about the beast that might help you." You chuckled nervously, looking around to see if someone was spying on you. You might get in trouble if you were to be seen with the Witcher alone.

"Speak."

You glanced at the Witcher before nodding, "Well... If you think the attack is being done by some sort of animal like a wolf, it's not true. It's not a wolf." You said quickly.

"What makes you think that?"

"W-well-... A wolf was injured because of the said beast and the wounds didn't look like it was from a wolf fight either so..." You mumbled, trying not to act suspicious.

The Witcher stared at you silently. You were acting suspicious and it was evident by the way you talked that you knew more than you told him. The Witcher took a step towards you, making you look up, still standing your ground nervously.

Witcher frowned at your weird behaviour, you were scared but not because of him, but because of something else. Something else was making you nervous.

He opened his mouth to speak before a sudden growl intrupted him, making both of them tense up as he grabbed his sword, stepping in front of you protectively. A wolf stood before them, glaring and growling at the Witcher, ready to pounce.

"Stay back-" The Witcher mumbled was unheard as you stood in front of him, glaring at the wolf.

"Sky!" You hissed, still standing in front of the Witcher. It would've amused him if they weren't in a tense situation. You, a young girl, perhaps in your mid 20s, standing before the Witcher with no weapons, as the Witcher behind you towered you with his height. You looked tiny compared to his frame, both height and muscle wise.

The Witcher felt annoyed at your pathetic attempt to tame a wild wolf, as if the wolf would suddenly transform into a domesticated puppy and obey your every command.

The wolf continued to growl but it slowly started to approach you, the wolf stance becoming slightly relaxed as it stared at you and your hand that was outstretched in front of you. The Witcher looked at the exchange in slight confusion, his expression was still stoic but he felt confused.

"Sky, come on, what did I tell you about jumping in front of guests like a beast? Hmm?" You mumbled as you patted the wolf, the wolf's tail wagging behind him.

"You... Tamed the injured wolf..?" Asked the Witcher, eyeing them warily. It's not everyday that someone saves a wolf, let alone tame them.

"I would prefer 'befriended' and yes, I did. He is a sweetheart. That is also why I wanted to warn you that this wolf is not the beast. Oh! And the beast also does not live here. It lives deeper into the woods, this area is just the edge of the forest. The people... They forgot to mention something important." You glanced at him as you stood up, the wolf standing besides you in his fully height, his black fur and tall height made it look intimidating, the wolf looked strong and but the bandages around his torso also did not go unnoticed by the Witcher, making him believe the story that you told him about patching up a wounded wolf even though it sounded bizarre and made up.

"What is it?"

You bite your lips, looking at the forest, deep in thoughts before finally speaking.

"The town people provoked the beast. Some drunkards wanted to prove to the people that there was no such beast residing in the depths of the woods, so they went ahead despite the warnings and... Well, only their mangled up bodies made it back here. That's why the people think that the beast resides in the edge of the forest and not deep within."

The Witcher's frown, staring at you for a while before speaking.

"They knew that there was a beast?"

You nodded, "The beast is older than most of us, the tales have been circulating amongst the people since past few generations, it can probably be dated back to the generation of our grandparents, something similar happened but this time, the beast is... More angry. It didn't kill people before like it did now, or at least that's what the people say."

The Witcher sighed at your words. This was more work than he intended to do. If the beast was as old as you said it was, then it wouldn't die without putting up a great fight and he was in no position to get into a full-on battle in his tired state.

"Sir..? You look tired, and I doubt the villagers asked you to rest or offered you food, would you..." You trailed off, laughing awkwardly as you stared at the Wolf, Sky, instead of the Witcher as you continued in a quiet manner, "Like something to eat?"

The Witcher froze, not expecting an act of kindness, especially from someone like you. He stared at you suspiciously, thinking that you had ulterior motives to offer him something like that. You looked at him in alarm, as if sensing his chain of thoughts as you waved your hands in front of you. "I don't need anything in return, i promise! It's just... You look tired and hungry."

The Witcher didn't say anything, simply staring at you for a solid minute before nodding his head along with a stoic, "hm."

"Um.. sir? Where did you leave your horse?" You asked suddenly.

"It's outside the woods."

"Ah... You can bring your horse in, this part of the woods is safe and Sky isn't going to hurt your horse, I can assure you that much." You smiled at him, the Wolf still standing guard besides you.

"How do you know it's safe here?" The Witcher rolled his eyes.

"Well... I live here. My cottage is just a few minutes walk away from here."

"You... Live in the middle of the woods?"

"It's the edge and yes, I prefer living here." That made the Witcher frown his eyebrows in confusion as he walked beside you to get his horse.

"Why? Isn't the town safer?"

You stayed silent for a while before chuckling softly. "Perhaps. But I am not too fond of the people there." The Witcher could see why, so he stayed silent and walked towards his horse.

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You provided food and a place for the Witcher to rest, which he found weird and bizarre but didn't complain about. You insisted that the Witcher rest for at least a day before he went to hunt down the beast, saying that it will give him more benefit in battle if he is well rested and fed. The horse, which you learnt was called Roach, was spoiled rotten too. It looked like you had a liking towards animals and insects, finding them adorable and taking care of them and for some reason, animals seem to like you too, even the most wild animals liked you and it was evident with how the wild wolf acted like a domesticated dog in front of you. The food you prepared for the Witcher was amazing, and the spare room was also comfortable enough for the Witcher to sleep in but you insisted that he slept in your room instead, that the spare room wasn't that clean and that you would sleep in the spare room instead. The Witcher tried to decline politely but you were stubborn and he ended up getting the best sleep he ever has in your bed while you slept in the spare room.

Your whole cottage was filled with plants, flowers and books. The plants weren't everywhere but the ones you did have inside were too pretty and went well with your theme. Your cottage had a cozy feeling to it, the aroma of tea and lavender was always present, along with some books lying here and there. It made the cottage feel like a home that the Witcher didn't have.

The Witcher thanked you before venturing off to hunt the beast, giving you a small, awkward smile before leaving. You waved enthusiastically at him, wishing him luck before rushing after Sky, who has decided to run after a rabbit.

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When the Witcher came back, the cottage was a mess, making him frown as he couldn't find you or Sky. It looked like you left somewhere in a hurry as there was still uncooked food on the table, half done and some books were scattered on the ground.

The Witcher went towards the town, the head of the beast was hanging from his hand. The battle against the beast wasn't easy, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

The town was filled with commotion, people gathering around a tall tree, yelling at something or rather, someone.

As he walked closer, he could hear what they were saying clearly.

"Burn the Witch! Burn her! She was the one who brought the beast to the town!" Someone yelled venomously, making the Witcher frown his eyebrows as he walked towards the crowd. The Mayor took immediate notice of his presence as the people stopped yelling.

"Ah! Witcher! You are back and you brought the beast's head with you." The Witcher paid the Mayor zero attention as he stared at the scene in front of him. Someone was bounded to the tree with thick ropes, blood pooling underneath them as it dropped from the wound on their arm. It looked like a young girl, which made the Witcher slightly nervous. He couldn't see her face, as her head was down, her hair covering her face. The only thing that made it evident that she was alive was the quick motion of her chest falling up and down as she breath heavily.

The Mayor, displeased with the Witcher's ignorance towards his words, turned his attention to the girl instead. He stepped closer to the girl and gripped her hair, making her wince as he forced her to look up.

Witcher's breath hitched as he saw your pained face, staring directly at him before looking at the Mayor in fear.

"The beast you called upon is long dead now, Witch. You have no one to save you now." The Mayor hissed, staring at your face as he continued to hold your hair in a tight grip, making you wince.

You were already weak from the beatings and the lack of food, your head throbbing painfully under the harsh Sun. You were dehydrated, hungry, wounded and scared. Oh, you were so so scared.

A lot has happened in the span of just four days after your last meeting with the Witcher.

You flinched when someone threw another stone at you again, wincing at the sharp pain that erupted from your temple, where the stone landed, making it bleed.

You couldn't even look at the Witcher, humiliation filled your body as you stared at the ground, willing yourself to not cry. You have yet to let the tears flow and you want to keep it that way. You want to keep some of your dignity, if there was even any left.

"What's going on?" You closed your eyes as you heard Witcher ask the Mayor. You didn't want him to think that you were someone evil, but you weren't sure if the Witcher will believe you over the Mayor's word or the people's word. You just silently hoped that they won't answer his question but your hopes died quickly as the Mayor began to tell him what happened.

"This girl, this witch, is the one that unleashed the very beast you hold in your hands. She was seen with a wolf, commanding him to attack innocents! She can put animals and beasts under her spell, making them do whatever she please." The Mayor spit out, glaring at you as you kept your eyes closed and your head low.

"Just look at her! She has been punished but she has yet to utter a word of apology or even a tear in remorse! She is a threat to the town and the people!"

"Burn her!"

"Kill her!"

Were the words that followed soon after the Mayor stopped talking, making the Witcher step in front of you protectively, just like how he did before when he saw Sky as a threat.

"Witcher, what are you doing?!" The Mayor fumed, staring at the Witcher in anger and annoyance.

"Keep your hands away from the girl." He said quietly, his sword already out, the beast's head thrown somewhere on the ground. No one dared to put up a fight against the Witcher, everyone was too cowardly to try and fight him.

"The Witch has put you under a spell too, Witcher!" The Mayor exclaimed as the people started to insult both of you.

You whimpered, staring at the people and the Witcher in fear.

"What good will it do to you even if you safe her? She is a damned witch that should rot in hell for her crimes!" The people agreed, trying to step closer to her before the Witcher pointed his sword towards them, making them step back in fear.

"I will keep her."

That made the whole town silent as you stared at the Witcher in confusion and shock.

He couldn't let them kill you, not when you were the only one that treated him like a human and showed him kindness, it pained him to see you in such a state and he will not let you get harmed. You took care of him, and it was now his turn to do so.

He gripped his sword tightly, glaring at whoever dared to step towards them.

"Give me the girl." He hissed, his gaze making everyone scared, some even rushing away to their home to not face his wrath.

The air was tense, people stared at you and the Witcher with scared and disgusted expression while the Mayor was deep in thought. The town was known for its cowardly people and after watching the Witcher walk with the head of a beast in his hand, nobody wanted to fight him.

"What will we get in return if we let the girl go unpunished?" The Mayor asked, smirking as he stared at the Witcher.

"You can keep your coins." He grumbled, throwing the pouch of coins towards the Mayor that he got as a payment when he first came here to slay the beast.

The Mayor checked the pouch before letting them go, commanding people to go inside their houses as they rushed away.

"You are lucky, or else today would've been your last day, witch." The mayor muttered venomously before leaving them be.

You flinched when Witcher's blade cut throw the thick ropes, all at once as you stumbled forward. He caught you, making you wince as it made you put some pressure on your wounds. The Witcher carried you towards your cottage, but not before the Mayor warned them that they had to leave before noon, and if they failed to do so, they will both be punished and killed. The threat made you tense, as you tried to make yourself as small as possible in his arms as he walked you towards your cottage.

"Where's sky?" He asked, trying to break the silence.

"I made him leave. The... The people saw him and they would've hunted him down or hurt him..." You mumbled, sniffling a bit as he sat you down on your bed.

He nodded in understanding, before cleaning yours wounds.

"You should go wash yourself and pack." You glanced at him, wondering what he meant by 'pack'.

"We need to leave. Make sure to only pack the necessary things like clothes and some food." He muttered, staring at you.

You looked scared, and timided, not like the lively girl he met that day that took care of him. It made his heart clench painfully for some reason.

"Oh... A-are you... Taking me in?" You asked slowly, stuttering a bit.

He nodded silently, walking out of your room to let you bath and change. Your voice suddenly made him stop.

"You... You can use the bathroom in the spare room to freshen up too!" He smiled a bit as he heard you, making his way towards the spare room.

After you were done packing and ready to leave, you both stood in front of the Mayor at the gate of the town, you stood behind Witcher, trying to hide from anyone's view, the Mayor stared at you both as you began to walk away from the town, making sure that you both were out of the town.

After walking beside Witcher and Roach, you glanced at him as you handed him a pouch with gold coins.

"U-um... I know what you did for me can never be paid by coins, but... I still want to thank you and repay you for saving me and giving up the coins you got as a payment." You mumbled quietly.

"Keep them." He grumbled, walking towards you.

"Do you know how to get on a horse?" You shook your head, making him chuckle at how cute you looked while doing so.

"Let me help you." You nodded as he grabbed your waist gently, trying to avoid any wounds as he helped you on the horse. It made your heart beat quicken with how close you both were.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Geralt." You looked at him in confusion.

"My name is Geralt, just call me by my name."

You stared at him in shock before smiling wildly, "Okay, Geralt!"

And for some reason, Geralt loved the way you said his name.

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cosmos-coma · 1 month ago

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Midwinter Morning

A/N: Happy Midwinter, now please enjoy your regularly scheduled Young Ciri!

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia X Reader

Words: 726

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A thick pile of furs lined the skinny hay-filled bed, the pile moving up and down rhythmically with soft snores. Your head laid peacefully over your scarred Witcher’s chest as you slept, rocked into peace by the movements of his breath. Everything was warm and cozy and perfect here in your little sanctuary within the keep.

It was midwinter morning, a day where thankfully Vesemir let the boys be a little more lax with their training than usual.

Geralt’s hand rubbed idly over your back, half asleep with his eyes closed as he languished in the rare morning off.

“Mmmph…” he grunted from above you, his eyes peeking open to the morning light. The room seemed quiet and still, exactly as it had been last night- down to the small fire still smoldering in the tiny fireplace.

“I think I hear Ciri coming…” He warned through a sleep-roughened voice, though he made no move to get up.

Still not quite awake, you grunted in response, whether you had meant to form actual words though you would never know.

“Mmmm, I definitely hear her coming…” he hummed, bringing his other hand behind her head as he listened to her tiny racing feet. ‘It’s midwinter morning! It’s midwinter morning..!’ Her childish voice rang out, no doubt waking up everyone else in the keep. Geralt grinned as he heard his daughter getting closer. He could wake you up and warn you…. Or he could just have fun watching you get body-slammed by a seven-year-old….. he chose the latter.

He kept one eye peeled open as the door flung open and a flash of white ran into the room, Running and jumping in an arc as she yelled “IT’S MIDWINTER MORNING!!”

Her little body slammed down onto the pair of you, knocking the breath from your body and instantly waking you up. “I’m up! I’m up..!!!” You yelped as you woke.

“It’s midwinter morning, wake up…! I wanna open PRESENTS!” Ciri shouted through a giggle as she rolled around on your back.

“Alright, Ciri… Alright, I think you made your point,” Geralt laughed as he pulled her up on his chest opposite you, giving you the chance to pull her in under the mound of furs.

Her little laughs bounced around the room as you kissed all over her face, torturing her with affection as she tried to wriggle away., “No…! No, stooppp…!” She cried through the laughs, trying to push your face away, “stooooop, we’re wasting precious present time..!”

Even the White wolf had to laugh, sneaking in a kiss to Ciri’s head when she was busy fending you off, “Alright, kid. You’ve made your wake-up call… why don’t you go and make sure all your uncles are up, and we’ll start getting ready for presents, okay? We’ll meet you in the Great Hall.” Geralt negotiated as you tried to continue your onslaught, to little avail.

“And then we eat and open gifts??” She questioned as she looked up at her father, her hands smooshed across your face.

“And then we eat and open gifts… now go on lest someone gets the idea to tickle you..”

With lightning-fast speed she wriggled out of the bed, crawling across the two of you until she finally popped out on the other end. “Eskel…! Lambert…! It’s time to get up…!!” She yelled as she ran out to face the rest of the cold stone hallways.

Laughing, you sighed and leaned back into Geralt’s chest, “Oh, I love her….”

With a bright smile, he nodded, “I’m glad… and I’m glad she has you too…” he mumbled as he continued to rub your back, “I’m glad she has a chance to be a normal kind with you around…”

Your heart melted at his little confession. There was never a doubt in anyone’s mind how much Geralt loved Ciri, it was obvious to even a stranger on the street. But that didn’t stop it from warming your heart every time you heard it.

“I’m glad I can give her a little normalcy too… but I couldn’t do it without you, you know that, right?”

A warm smile grew across his normally stoic expression as his fingers moved to caress your cheek, “I love you, little fox…”

You grinned, your lips pressing a warm kiss into his palm, “I love you too, my big bad Wolf..”

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storiesforallfandoms · 11 months ago

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destiny ~ geralt of rivia;the witcher

word count: 1749

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description: after a long, rough journey, the princess feels safe enough to sleep, so her mage talks with the witcher

pairing: geralt of rivia x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n

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It was a long, tiring journey to bring Princess Ciri to find her destiny; the Witcher. The poor girl, only a child, had seen far more than anyone her age should ever see. Her grandmother had been smart enough to send a Mage with her at least, but there was only so much one Mage could do against the threats they had faced. When they had finally found him, stood alone after his own battle, and Ciri ran to embrace him, (Y/N) sighed in relief and finally allowed her body to relax.

They set up camp for the night. Geralt promised them he would find them somewhere with an actual bed for the next night, but Ciri could care less about where she was sleeping. (Y/N) knew she felt relieved, too. And finally the young princess could sleep knowing that she was safe.

Ciri was sound asleep next to a fire (Y/N) had built to keep her warm. The Mage was sat against a tree nearby, just watching. Knowing that Ciri was safe, that she felt safe enough to finally let her guard down, gave (Y/N) such a sense of relief that she felt like she could finally breathe again.

“You should be sleeping as well.”

(Y/N) looked up to see Geralt stood over her. She was surprised a man of his size was able to move so silently, but then again it was probably a skill he had to pick up as a Witcher.

“I would imagine you are just as exhausted as she,” he said.

“I am,” (YN) confirmed. “But not so exhausted that my body wishes to rest just yet. I guess it hasn’t realized yet that there is no threat anymore.”

“There are still plenty of threats.”

She shook her head. “Not tonight. Tonight, she rests soundly, and she is safe.”

Geralt looked over at the sleeping girl. For years he had been trying to deny Ciri. He didn’t believe in destiny, and he was the last person who should be looking after a child. But now that she was here, unharmed and at peace, he couldn’t deny that he felt relief as well. There were still plenty of threats out there, that much was still true, but he decided to agree with (Y/N) just this once. Tonight, they were all safe.

Geralt sat across from her. “You did well in protecting her. She likely wouldn’t have made it this far on her own.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” (Y/N) admitted. “I promised her grandmother that nothing would happen to her, and I am not one to break a promise.”

“I was unaware that Queen Calanthe had a Mage in her kingdom.”

“I’m not a royal Mage. Just an old friend that she asked a favor of.”

“A very good friend to risk your life.”

(Y/N) smiled and shrugged. “I have known Ciri since birth, and her mother before her. I would do anything to keep that girl safe.”

She was gazing at Ciri again. Geralt noticed the look on her face. “Do you have children of your own?”

“Oh, Gods no. Those are very uncommon in my line of work.”

“No lover either, then?”

She chuckled. “Also very uncommon. It’s hard to let yourself fall in love when you are immortal.”

Geralt wasn’t sure why he even asked. It felt like the logical next question after asking if she had children, but Geralt cared very little if she had said yes to having a lover. Or, so he thought anyways.

(Y/N) looked back to him, a sly grin on her face. “Queen Calnthe told me about your ties to Ciri.”

Geralt grunted. “I’m sure she did.”

“She could hardly tell the story without a string of profanities.” (Y/N) giggled. “No one has ever made the queen more angry than Geralt of Rivia.”

Geralt found himself smiling as well.

“Well,” (Y/N) said, tilting her head a little. “Would you look at that.”

“What?” he asked.

“The Witcher smiles. And he looks quiet handsome doing so.”

(Y/N) was nothing if not forward. One does not live for many decades and not become bold and forward. She felt a little delight when she saw a brief look of shock on Geralt’s face. She certainly wasn’t lying, though. Anyone with eyes could see that Geralt was good looking. She was sure he was able to use that to his advantage as well.

Silence fell over them. The only sounds were the wildlife around them and the crackling fire. Both of them turned to check on Ciri at the same time, as if some sort of instinct kicked in for them both. (Y/N) took Geralt’s distraction as an opportunity to really study him. She had seen a look in his eyes when Ciri had run to him earlier, but it was so brief that she couldn’t place it at the time. He had been wearing his tough guy mask since, except for this moment. As he gazed at Ciri, (Y/N) could see two emotions on his face: relief and worry.

“The queen also told me,” (Y/N) said, drawing Geralt’s attention back to her, “that you weren’t going to claim Cirilla at first. She said you called Law of Surprise without truly believing in it.”

Geralt grunted. “All that bullshit about destiny. I didn’t believe any of it. I called Law of Surprise because they insisted on something for me saving Urcheon’s life. I didn’t actually believe I would get anything.”

“And yet...” (Y/N) glanced towards the sleeping princess.

He nodded. “I didn’t want a child by any means. This is not a life for a child. If destiny is real, it has played a cruel trick on her.”

“Or it has given her a father that she so dearly needed after her own passed.”

“And a mother?”

(Y/N) smiled. She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t thought about the next step after Ciri was united with Geralt. Truthfully, she didn’t want to think about it. The thought of being separated from Ciri hurt too much, but she didn’t expect Geralt to want her to travel with them. He had been travelling alone for so many years that she was sure it would take time for him to get used to Ciri being with him, let alone if (Y/N) joined as well. She felt full of joy hearing Geralt insinuate that he wanted her to continue travelling with them as well. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Ciri just yet, or to Geralt for that matter.

“What a family we’d be,” she laughed. “A Witcher, a Mage, and a princess. Sounds like the beginning of a terrible joke.”

Geralt chuckled as well. (Y/N)’s smile broke as she let out a yawn.

“You should get some sleep,” Geralt told her.

“As should you.”

“I will.”

(Y/N) nodded. She wasn’t in any position to argue with him over whether or not he was actually going to sleep. She could feel herself finally being bogged down by her fatigue and knew it wouldn’t be long until she gave in completely.

Geralt’s eyes followed her as she moved to her knees. Instead of rising, she leaned towards him to close the gap between them. She lightly pressed her lips to his cheek, leaving a gentle kiss there before pulling away. He tried to keep his face unchanged as she sat back to look at him.

“Goodnight, Geralt.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

~~~~~~

The sun was high in the sky when (Y/N) woke the next day. The fire had gone out and the heat was instead replaced by the scorching sun. (Y/N) blinked a few times, trying to get her eyes used to the brightness of day. When she finally managed to clear her vision, she noticed she was alone at the camp.

She quickly sat up and looked around. There was barely any signs that anyone else had ever been here. Just the kindle left over from the fire she had lit for Ciri. She felt herself beginning to panic. Had they left her? Had someone taken Ciri and Geralt went after them? Had Geralt changed his mind about having her join them?

She was getting to her feet when she heard the sound of horse hooves against the ground. A horse broke through the clearing in a fast trot before coming to a stop. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when Ciri jumped down from the back of the horse.

“Good morning,” the young princess said, walking up to wrap her arms around (Y/N). The Mage was taken back by the gesture at first, but then happily hugged Ciri back.

“More like good afternoon,” Geralt commented, jumping down from his horse as well. “You’ve been asleep for hours. We went on to find food without you.”

“Forgive me for being tired,” (Y/N) said, playfully glaring at Geralt. To Ciri, she asked, “Did you sleep well, princess?”

“The best I’ve slept since we left Cintra,” Ciri admitted.

(Y/N) smiled and cupped her face. “You are safe now, princess. The Witcher and I will look after you and make sure no one will cause you any harm.”

Ciri looked between (Y/N) and Geralt, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “You’ll be staying with us?”

“Of course. I’ve come too far in this journey to let you go on without me. Although, I will need something to eat in order to continue on.”

She eyed Geralt. He chuckled and said, “Alright then, let’s find you something to eat as well.”

They went on foot with Geralt leading his horse behind him. Ciri was between the two of them, protected by her Mage and her Witcher.

“I was thinking,” Geralt said after some time of walking, “about our discussion last night. About destiny.”

(Y/N) looked over at him. “Yes?”

“Maybe there is such thing as destiny, and maybe it isn’t as bad as I once thought.”

“And what brought you to that conclusion?”

“Ciri was meant to be my destiny, but she wasn’t the only good thing that destiny brought to me.”

He looked directly at her when he spoke. She felt her heart flutter in her chest. She had no good response, so she just kept walking, a smile on her face.

She would have to thank destiny for bringing her to Geralt as well.

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ultralightpoe · 2 years ago

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Spellbound - Geralt

Authors Note: I’m back because I quit my job and have a better schedule at the new job

Warnings: semi smut

Word Count: 4012

Description: geralt fights his feelings until you get trapped in a spell

brothel worker! reader x geralt

Enjoy!

Geralt was going to tear whoever did this to you to pieces. He would gouge their eyes out and make them eat them.

That was just one of the thoughts that rang through his mind as he cradled you in his arms, your nose bleeding onto his now naked torso, the shirt you had torn off of him a mere moment ago nearly in the fire.

This was not supposed to be how this happened, this wasn’t supposed to happen at all. He had made himself stay away for this exact reason, everything he loved was destroyed.

The witcher had always been against you joining the group.

You had been a brothel worker when you came upon Jaskier six months ago, walking the streets with achy legs from a long shift, smelling of the salt water you had bathed in when you saw a group of men holding him up and beating on him.

A yell had crossed your lips and without thinking you picked up a log near your feet, launching at the men and swinging anywhere you could to scare them off, hitting a couple of them harshly before they finally scampered away leaving you standing in the mud with a log and the poor fool laying bloody and beaten on the ground.

You had brought him to your tiny rooms at the brothel, helped him clean up and soon enough he was asking you to join them. You hesitated for a moment, watching him use one of your rags to dot at the cuts along his face before shrugging.

Anything is better than the life of a brothel worker, right?

Wrong.

Brothels didn’t have the annoying attitude of Geralt the fucking Witcher. Okay well some did since Jaskier admitted to Geralt being a frequent guest of them, but you had never seen him and you wished you never met him either.

He spent every waking moment snapping at you, or blatantly ignoring you when you were trying to ask questions. It was either you didn’t exist or everything you did was wrong, and you could never figure out why the way he treated you bothered you so fucking much.

Men had done far worse to you in that brothel, but Geralt giving you the cold shoulder nearly brought you to tears? What?

Then again none of the men that came to the brothel were like Geralt at all. None of them had those melting golden eyes or the firm touch of a protector, none of them could turn a sword in their hands the way he does or make anyone feel at ease in his presence.

Well……anyone but you.

Maybe he knew you had feelings for him, maybe he hated your guts. Many reasons why he never wanted to talk to you filled your head and none of them were good.

You spent your days obsessing over a man that barely glanced back at you, your horse in the back of the group with Jaskier always a force between you both.

Geralt takes a moment to tie the corset of your dress so you weren’t exposed before pulling you into his arms and laying you on his bed, moving to grab a cloth from the basin in the corner of the inn room.

When he returns to your side he takes a chance to slide the hair from your face, swiping the damp cloth along the blood trail your nose left in soft strokes as he watches you sleep. He would make sure you were breathing and comfortable before he went out and broke some limbs.

It had been six months of that behavior, and it was truly beginning to wear you down.

The days were spent either passive aggressively ignoring him back for scoffing at any mistake of yours he pointed out. Today was a passive aggressive silent game.

He had woken you up by snapping in your face and the months of travel and anger were beginning to catch up so you had slapped his hand out of your face, watching a small amount of shock fill his face before his eyes narrowed in anger.

“You overslept….again.” In the beginning you would have a snarky retort, something mocking his breath or face, but now you merely rolled your eyes and turned your back to him as you packed up your bedroll. He doesn’t seem to understand your silent game since he tries to piss you off once more. “We are going to be behind if you keep sleeping like this.”

It would be so easy to turn around and tell him to shove off, but then he would know he had that effect so you simply picked you belongings up, fixed your boots and walked to the horses where Jaskier sat atop his own.

The bard gives you a knowing look as you mount your own horse after fixing everything onto it, legs swinging with a natural ease and a slight warmth on your thigh. When you look down you see Geralt's hand placed on it, and you realize he had helped you up. “Are you angry with me? Or have you lost your voice?”

“Just matching the treatment given to me.” You snark, a feeling of pride in your chest when you see him all but snarl. You kick the horse into gear after that, this time taking the lead as his hand slips from your thigh and he rushes to Roach.

By the time he catches up he makes Roach walk alongside your horse, his face furious. “The treatment I gave you?”

You hum out, moving to speed up your horse but Geralt is too quick, within moments he has the reins of your horse in his hand, pulling on them until you are close enough for your thighs to touch.

“Answer me.”

You hum again, your heartbeat rising and you wonder if he can hear it when his eyes cast down to your chest before looking back at you.

“Humming is not an answer.”

You hum once more, moving to snatch the reins but his hand reaches out to grab your jaw. “I need to hear your voice.”

You slap his hand away once more and snatch the reins, giving him a glare before moving forward.

“I don’t understand.” He grunted to Jaskier later that day, fixing his travel pack on roach as the bard leans against the same post the horses were tied to. You had gone to the market to grab some necessities and when Geralt demanded to go with you he had been met with another empty hum and Jaskier had told him to back down.

“She’ll avoid attention if she isn’t traveling with a witcher, not to mention she knows how to bargain for cheaper prices when she isn’t flanked by your glare.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He growls, watching the bard smirk.

“The market workers like the attention she can give them-”

“We agreed she didn’t have to do any of that stuff if she traveled with us.”

“She does this willingly, and even so it’s not the same as in the brothel. She doesn’t have to offer up her-” A heavy growl slips from Geralt and Jaskier chooses not to finish his sentence, instead rolling his eyes and moving to his own horse. “I think you would be better off if you just told her you love her.”

“I do not-”

“Oh hush. I see you watch her sleep every morn, then I see you yell at her for waking up late because you forgot to wake her up.” He laughs. “And I see you hover whenever she mounts and dismounts Lugo. Not to mention the way you give her the bigger rations of whatever we eat and-”

“Fuck off.”

Jaskier takes the win and turns away from the witcher, fiddling with the lute while Geralt tries to make himself look busy.

After a moment of silence the witcher stands quickly. “Why won’t she speak to me?”

A laugh escapes the bard once more. “Because you ignore her any chance you get?”

“I do not.”

“Well I know that. But she doesn’t, because you never even bother talking to her. You’d rather silently pine like a lost-” He trails off when he sees you emerge from the hills, sacks of produce in your arms with a small smile on your face. “Fresh hells.”

“The men were ready to lose their money today boys!”

“Did they bother you?” Geralt growls and you give him a glare back before shoving the sack of apples into his chest.

Once he is sure you are breathing properly he covers you with the blanket, before moving to grab his sword, careful not to wake you up.

You spend the rest of the day simply ignoring them both, too busy being proud of the way you scammed the merchants and all you had to do was lift your skirt to your knee.

Geralt kept Roach near your own horse, and Jaskier took the back for once, all of you traveling in silence until Jaskier begins to whine.

“It has been forever since we slept indoors.”

Silence follows for a moment before Geralt turns to glare at him. “And Y/n just saved us so much coin we can each get a room in the next town.”

“This is true! I did!” You laugh, turning to look at Jaskiers mopey face.

“Fuck.” Geralt grunts, turning back to the road so he doesn’t have to look at either of you again.

Jaskier is still sitting in the hall with his lute, strumming softly in the drunken daze as the crowd they had gathered earlier has finally died down.

“Bard.” Geralt grunts, trying to get his attention. But Jaskier doesn’t move, simply keeps his eyes closed as he plays a chord. So Geralt kicks his chin.

The bard before him jumps up with a shout before his eyes land on the white haired witcher before him.

“I got us all rooms and I found you in a hallway.”

“I was merely resting for a moment.” He sighs, reaching down to grab the ale mug filled with coins he earned from his performance. “It’s hard to be a -”

The silver amulet is shoved in his face before he can finish the sentence, eyes widening as Geralt grunts. “Who gave this to Y/n?”

“The charming blonde who had been dancing with her all night while you sat in the back and glared.”

“Where did he disappear to?”

“You mean after you snatched her?”

By the time the three of you made it to the next town your ass was worn from the saddle and you were a bit wobbly when you got down, Geralt standing behind you and you scoffed as you looked at him. “Waiting for me to fall so you can lecture me?”

He opens his mouth to respond and you find yourself excited that he is actually about to answer back before he huffs and glares before disappearing. And once more you are left feeling like nothing.

You watch as he disappears into the tavern before turning to Jaskier. “I asked around at the market…”

“About?”

“About work.”

“Ah!” He smiles, moving to lean on you. “And what did you find for our dear witcher to do?”

“Not for him actually.” Your throat tightens as you struggle to find the words. Jaskier doesn’t seem to catch on to your solemn mood.

“Oh? A performance for me? I’m sure I can prepare a lullaby or two-”

“For me.” You interrupt, pulling yourself away from him and crossing your arms uncomfortably as he stares at you.

“For…..you?” You nod at his question, trying to gain some power here. “What do you-”

“Madame Horchels brothel is in this town, she is famous within word and if I met with her then I am sure I would be set up with a room and a hot meal a day-”

“Why in fucks sake would you ever want to go back to that?”

Tears were welling in your eyes as he stared at you and you struggled to find words. “I am just……tired of feeling useless and pathetic……”

“So you would go back to whoring?”

“You don’t have to act so disgusted!” You snap, shame filling you at his reaction. “I never saw you complaining about my past when I was flirting with guards or-”

“I am sorry, I never meant to judge. I just think…..” He sighs out and rubs his face aggressively before moving to pull you into a hug. “It’s been a cold couple days. How about we go in and get a drink, a good night's rest in actual beds before we make decisions? Yeah?”

A hooded figure passes you both to get into the tavern and you simply shrug. “I think my mind is made up Jask.”

“I think it would be a mistake and we would miss you terribly……..okay I would miss you terribly.”

“Why would you miss her?” Geralt snaps out from a couple steps away, eyes squinted in an angry manner. He had originally come to snap at you both to watch your surroundings but had caught the tail end of the conversation instead.

“Y/n here was just rushing a decision. But we aren’t gonna talk about that, right now a round of ale on me.”

“You spent all your coin two towns ago on new strings for your lute.” Geralt reminds, eyes never leaving your figure.

“Then I shall make more coin!” He cheers, pulling you into the tavern and snatching the room keys from Geralt.

Things escalated from there, and any time Geralt asked about their conversation they changed the subject and he was beginning to lose his mind. Were you okay? Why would Jaskier miss you? Why was he so worried about this? He watched you drink all night, ignoring him, and he watched as many of the men in the tavern asked you for a dance. He knew none of the men were a threat, and you knew how to handle them, even if it got out of control he could have his sword to their throat with a mere minute. So he didn’t really pay attention to your dance partners.

But one in particular caught his attention, the hooded figure that had walked too close to you both earlier had emerged from his corner and asked for a dance, and something in Geralt screamed for him to go and get you away. But he didn’t, instead he sat back and drank, allowing you room to have fun.

The blonde stranger whirled you around and spun you and bought you drink after drink. Your eyes glazed over and your smile was wide enough to split your face, a jealous feeling crept into Geralts chest and the urge to punch the stranger grew and grew as Jaskier played song after song.

“Can I get you another drink?”

“Hmm?” Geralts attention snaps from your figure to the tavern wench beside him, giving him a small smile.

“Another ale?”

“I think I am fine. Thank you-” She doesn’t wait, walking away since she didn’t get more coin and when Geralt sneaks his attention back to you he can’t help but slam his empty mug down.

The stranger had you turn around with you lifting your hair as he placed an amulet on your neck, kissing your shoulder and before Geralt could stop himself he lunged to grab you.

One moment you are giggling about the gorgeous, the next you are thrown over Geralts shoulder as he shoves the gorgeous fae away from you, hauling you up the stairs of the inn with no care.

“Put me down!” You shout, slamming your hand into his back as he walks through the first hall then up the next flight of stairs.

“You’ve had too much to drink.”

“And you care why?”

“Because that man would take advantage.’ He growls.

“Well he gave me a necklace, that’s how the business works.” You giggle, reaching up to touch the necklace but the world whirls once more as Geralt places your feet on the ground and pushes you into the wall. His hand stopped your head from hitting the wood but the rest of you was pressed between him and the wall.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You ask breathlessly, watching his face with adoration. Had he always been so…..

“Joke about that. You need something then I will get it for you.”

“What if I want the prettiest jewels in the kingdom?”

“Then I kill more beasts.” He was dead serious and the hazy feeling was taking over so before you know it you find yourself leaning in to whisper “What is I want an orgasm?”

A red tint crosses his neck but his face remains serious as he leans his head against yours to whisper. “Then you ask me.”

And for a moment you can’t breathe, you find yourself aching, every part of you wanting to touch him suddenly. But before you can he whispers once more. “But not tonight. My first time with you will be sober.”

Then the wood behind you disappears and you realize he had pressed you against the door to your room. Landing in a ball on the floor he sends a small smile before slamming the door and the heat that had filled you dims for a moment.

But just for a moment.

You pull yourself up from the floor, moving to the bed before the aching returns and your body heats up twice as bad. Everything begins going hazy as a sweat covers you and then you lose it.

“I need to go.” Geralt snaps, shoving Jaksier to the direction of the stairs. “You go watch her. Don’t let her make any more mistakes.”

“Where are you- Geralt? What happened?! Hello?!” Jaskier calls after the witcher, watching him storm through the tavern before slamming the doors on his way out. With a deep sigh the bard grabs his jacket and mug of coins before making his way to find the rooms.

It had been an hour since he left you in your room and Geralt could not relax himself. Jaskier had just stopped singing and Geralt was still pacing the inn room, back and forth back and forth.

The aching hard on he had refused to go away, the image of your dazed eyes all he could think about, and the way you whispered to him had him so close to snapping all together. But he didn’t, and you were safe in your room with him just two doors down. But the floorboards creaking by his door caught his attention, and he reached for the sword as the doorknob jiggled.

Stepping towards it slowly as it creaks open only to reveal you, standing in the hall in nothing but your dress slip and a flushed face. “Geralt-” You moan out and his knees nearly buckle when you rush in and slam the door.

The sword falls from his hands so he can catch you when you come hurdling to him, pulling him in for a harsh kiss. Your lips melt into his and you moan in victory when he kisses back, pressing yourself against him as your hands fly into his hair.

His own hands find purchase on you hips, and before he can tell himself not to he moves them to start a grinding motion the both of your would like. It stays like this for a moment until you bite his lip on a particularly aggressive moan, pulling back to catch a breath as you press your hips into his harder than before.

For a second he admires you, the way your face scrunches up in pleasure and the moans that he is pulling from your lips, letting out a heavy ‘FUCK’ when you circle your hips.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” You gasp out, hands dragging from his hair to his chest before you start tearing the clasps on his shirt, scratching it a bit in your struggle to get it off. “Ineedyou, it hurtssobad-”

This makes him hesitate, pulling back a little just as you fling his shirt, your hands flying to undo the slip and he finally catches your eyes. Only they weren’t the eyes he had fallen in love with, instead they were a deep red.

“Y/n?” He asks, heartbeat racing as he snatches your wrists in one hand, the other coming to grab you chin. “Look at me.”

“Geralt, please. It hurts.” You whine and the gem in the amulet glows the same red as your eyes.

Dread fills him as he reaches down to tear it off you, the silver cutting you a bit before he chucks it across the room.

He couldn’t breathe properly as he watched you come down from the spell, anger filling him. You hadn’t meant any of this, this had been a spell.

He was a fucking fool.

“Geralt?” You breathe out, taking in the room before looking at his shirtless torso and the small scratches you had made to get the shirt off. “What-”

And just like that you were gone. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nose started bleeding as you passed out, he barely caught you before you hit the floor. “Fuck.”

You awake mid day- the sun blaring in through the blinds and you do your best to cover your eyes. “Oh make it stop-”

“There are no covers for the window.” Jaskier sighs from where he is laying on the floor. “I tried stealing the blanket from you and you hissed at me.”

“Serves you right….” You mumble, taking in the room as you realize that last night hadn’t been a dream after all and a deep embarrassment fills you.

“H-have…..have you seen Geralt?” You ask, leaning over the bed to look at him.

“He left around sunrise in a pissy mood.”

“Did he… did he say anything?” You felt like an utter fool, and you were doing your best not to be sick.

“Said to watch you so you didn’t make any more mistakes.” Jaskier shrugs before yawning.

“He said that? He said mistake?” Your voice cracks as you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself.

“He did. I assumed he caught you with the blonde gu- Y/n? What’s the matter?”

“I…… I have to go.” You rush out, jumping over him to leave the room.

- - - - -

Geralt finds Jaskier waiting at the horses when he rides up, tired and cranky, and he gets even crankier when he sees that your horse is empty of all your travel bags.

“Is she not awake? Do we need to get a healer?” He rushes out, launching from roach to get to the tavern only for Jaskier to hold the lute in front of him.

“She woke up several hours ago, it’s nearly dusk.”

“Then where is she?”

“Gone.”

“Gone?” His heart is racing too fast and he’s hoping that Jaskier starts laughing soon and this is all a joke.

“I told her you said to make sure she didn’t make any more mistakes and she got really sad and started crying as she packed up.” He explains. “She went to this brothel and they wouldn’t let me in but they let her in and she came out to say bye soon after that.”

“She went to a brothel?!” He snaps, grabbing the collar of Jaskiers dress coat.

“Don’t blame me! This is your doing!”

“How. So.”

“You were the one that made her feel worthless! Never looking at her and always in her business about her mistakes-”

“Her mistakes get her hurt, or worse, killed!”

“Then tell her that! Rather than yell at her all the time with no explanation-”

“Where is the brothel?”

“It’s no use.”

“Where. Is. The. Brot-”

“She made a deal! The madame owns her!”

“Not on my fucking watch.” Geralt snaps, mounting the roach in one fluent move before nodding to Jaskier. “Hurry.”

He had to get you.

Part Two

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little-jana · 1 month ago

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"Playing With Fire"

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x f!reader

Genre: heated, no smut

Warnings: teasing, hot kisses, no s*x, sexual tension

Words: 1,9k

Summary: In a crowded tavern, a playful and daring exchange between the reader and Geralt ignites a passionate connection, leading to something heated.

The tavern was buzzing with energy as usual—laughter, clinking mugs, and the occasional burst of song filling the air. But there, in the corner, sat Geralt of Rivia, as solitary and stoic as ever. His silver hair gleamed faintly in the dim light, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he sipped from a mug, his eyes scanning the room, though it was clear he wasn’t truly present.

I’d watched him for weeks now, from across crowded rooms or from behind the counter where I worked, wondering what it was about him that made him so... captivating. Sure, he had the usual rugged charm, but there was something more—something hidden under all that leather and steel. A mystery I couldn’t quite solve, though I was more than eager to try.

Tonight, the decision was made. I wasn’t going to wait any longer.

I slipped out of my seat and made my way toward the bar, my eyes never leaving him. Geralt was like a magnet, pulling me in, even if he wasn’t aware of it. I took a slow, purposeful walk toward him, and as I drew near, I gave him a teasing smile—one that I was sure would make him pause.

I slid onto the stool next to him, leaning forward just a little. "Drinking alone again, Geralt?" I asked, my voice light, but there was a mischievous edge beneath it. "Is that really how you spend your nights? No friends to join you? No one to keep you company?"

He glanced at me briefly, his amber eyes sweeping over me with that unreadable expression of his. He didn’t say anything at first, just took a slow sip of his drink, and then finally muttered, “Not in the mood for company.”

I raised an eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at my lips. “Oh? A man like you? Surely someone’s tried to keep you company tonight.” I leaned in just slightly, making sure he could feel my presence, but not too much. Just enough to make him aware. “Or perhaps you’re waiting for someone special?”

Geralt’s eyes flickered with the slightest hint of amusement. He set his mug down with a soft thud, then turned to face me more fully, his posture relaxed but guarded. “I don’t have time for ‘someone special,’” he said, his voice as gravelly and rough as ever.

My lips curved into an even wider grin, the playful challenge in me stirring. “Oh, so no interest in anyone here?” I glanced around the room, making sure he saw the women who openly watched him from their corners. “Not even a little?”

His gaze followed mine briefly, but there was no real interest in his eyes. “Not my type,” he muttered, his voice devoid of inflection.

“Well, that’s convenient,” I teased, giving him a sidelong glance. “It would be a shame to waste such… assets.” My eyes flicked over his broad shoulders, down to his strong hands resting on the bar. “I’m sure you’d make some lucky woman very happy if you’d just stop being so… stubborn.”

I could feel the subtle shift in the atmosphere between us. His jaw tightened ever so slightly, but the small flash of amusement didn’t escape me. He leaned in just enough so that our words became private, just between the two of us. “You seem to know a lot about what I need,” he said, his tone low and laced with something I couldn’t quite place.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing the edge of my glass as I sipped from it. “Well, I don’t like to brag,” I began with a teasing smile. “But I’m rather good at reading people.” My eyes locked with his then, a spark of playful challenge igniting between us. “And you, Geralt,” I whispered, leaning just a little closer, “are a very easy man to read.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, the amber flicker darkening. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, dragging out the word. “You’re not as unreadable as you think you are. I mean,” I said, drawing my finger along the rim of my glass, “you’re sitting here alone, brooding in a tavern full of people. And yet…” I paused, letting the silence stretch just enough for him to bite. “…You’ve been staring at me since I walked in. What’s that about, hmm?”

Geralt’s lips twitched as if holding back a smile, but his gaze remained fixed on me. He didn’t immediately answer, which only made me more curious—and more determined to push him further.

I tilted my head, my lips curling into a half-smile. “Tell me, Geralt, are you always this elusive? Or are you just… waiting for someone to make the first move?”

His response was a low growl, one that reverberated from deep in his chest. My eyes widened slightly, but I didn’t flinch. It was exactly what I wanted. The growl was a warning, yes, but it was also a challenge, and I wasn’t about to back down.

“You play with fire,” he muttered, his voice low and dangerous, a thin thread of amusement woven in.

I shifted closer to him, my knee brushing against his beneath the bar. “I’ve always liked fire,” I said, my voice soft but laced with challenge. “It’s the thrill of it. You never know how hot it’s going to get until you’re already burned.”

His eyes flickered, and the air between us seemed to hum with electricity. I could feel his growing awareness of me—of the flirtation that had escalated from playful teasing to something more potent, more dangerous.

Geralt finally shifted his weight, just enough to close the space between us, his body leaning toward mine, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “You’ve got a sharp tongue,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerously enticing. “And I’m starting to wonder what else you’re good at.

I let out a soft chuckle, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

Before I could even process what was happening, Geralt’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a firm grip and pulling me toward him. His lips captured mine in a kiss that was anything but tentative. There was no teasing, no drawn-out seduction. It was fierce, raw, desperate.

His mouth moved against mine with urgency, the pressure of his kiss almost startling at first, as though he’d been holding himself back for far too long. I didn’t resist, meeting him with just as much intensity. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, my body pressing up against his as I felt the heat of his chest through the thin fabric of his tunic.

Geralt growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through the kiss, and it only made my heart race faster. His hand moved from my wrist, sliding around my waist, pulling me even closer until I could feel every inch of him—hard, warm, and demanding.

When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, my lips tingled with the taste of him, and I could feel the wild rush of adrenaline still coursing through me. I was breathless, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His gaze was heated, intense, as though he was just as affected by the kiss as I was.

“You’re dangerous,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, my fingers trailing lightly along his jaw. “I like it that way,” I whispered, leaning in just enough to brush my lips against his once more. “And you, Geralt, are exactly the kind of danger I’m looking for.”

His eyes darkened, but there was no hesitation when he leaned in to kiss me again—this time slower, deeper, as though he was savoring every second. His hands were gentle now, but no less possessive, cradling my face as he kissed me with a tenderness that made my heart race all over again.

The world around us faded into the background, and all that was left was the feel of his lips on mine, the warmth of his body against me. For the first time, it felt like Geralt wasn’t just resisting the pull between us. He was giving in to it.

And I couldn’t have been happier.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 1 year ago

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Imagine Geralt realising how pissed you are after running into you again…

It was another busy day where knights, men and women of all corners came in to rest their battle-weary feet and drink mead. There would be the occasional brawl but they were nothing when you compared it to battling a cursed wyvern with a blindfold.

You exited the back room having just refilled the pitcher of cool mead when a familiar grunt caught your attention. Just behind a rowdy table of farmers, in the corner, sat the Witcher - Geralt of Rivia - and a bard who was far too chipper while sober.

Inching a little closer, you busied yourself with empty flagons while remaining within earshot of the pair.

“Come on - it’s not a bad lyric. Ah, what do you know? You can wield a sword but not understand the complex meaning behind a beautiful string of words.” The bard said.

Geralt scoffed. “It wasn’t complex.”

An old man slid a few coins across the table for the service which you pocketed and then moved on to the next.

“We can’t stay long.” Geralt told his companion. You glanced back briefly and saw the brightly dressed man staring into his coin satchel, concerned.

“I could swear there was more silver in here. Geralt, I think I’ve been indecently swindled.”

You wanted to confirm that the man could easily have fallen prey to the notorious pick-pockets that haunt the tavern but you stayed silent, now distracted by a customer who ordered some pies.

“Don’t forget the carrots this time.” He reminded.

You wanted to tell him where to shove his carrots but heard your name being shouted from across the floor.

“Y/n, I need a word!” It was the tavern owner who enjoyed paying you less than what you were owed. With a sigh, you trudged over to him away from most prying ears. “You’ve been waiting on those tables long enough. Deliver those pies and refill goblets on the double or I’ll show you out the door.”

You had half a mind to bite back but chose to hold the words at bay. In ten minutes, the pie was ready to be collected from the kitchens. As you walked it to the table, you made the decision to confront Geralt but upon approaching his table, found that the Witcher and his bard had vanished, leaving behind some coins for the hospitality.

Geralt would have heard your name being bellowed. He would have seen you answer the call. And yet, he still left?

Typical!

The farmer who had ordered the food found his plate empty as you swerved around his chair and rushed out the wooden door. Turning left, you followed the small path down to where riders often tied their horses, your own being one of them - spotting the familiar silver hair and lute of the bard.

Words appeared to have failed and rational thoughts had abandoned your mind the second you fled.

Your hand flipped the pie out of its casing and with one, well-aimed throw, found its mark. The bard screamed and the Witcher stopped in his tracks instantly stilling for a few seconds.

Then he turned, his jaw clenched. “Did you throw a meat pie at my head?”

You tossed the empty pan over your shoulder. “You bet I did and I’ll do it again.”

The bard at Geralt’s side grabbed his guitar and hid behind the broad-shouldered man fearing that he would be next. “Oh, they’re pissed. What did you do?”

Geralt exhaled as he pulled stray bits of pastry out of his locks. “I’m not sure…”

“Not sure? You fucking ignored me in the tavern! Friends for years and it doesn’t warrant a simple ‘hello’?” You yelled.

Jaskier peered out from behind, “Oh, he’s always like that. We’ve been friends for several weeks and he pretends to hardly know me - such a jest.” He chuckled to himself quite fondly.

Ignoring the brightly coloured song man, Geralt addressed you, now free from the discarded food. He had indeed acknowledged the your presence the minute he set foot in the tavern but found himself reliving old memories instead - some good, others painful.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me after that business with the striga.”

“The striga?” You repeated, remembering the event he was referring to where he had taken claim over the beasts defeat instead of giving you proper recognition. “That was over a year ago, I was bitter for perhaps a few weeks but no more. But you wouldn’t know that because you ran off with Roach.”

“I didn’t run off - I just - you were injured and I had no reason to hang around while you healed.” The Witcher explained. “In hindsight, I probably should have checked in.”

You nodded vehemently. “And since you didn’t, you’re very deserving of that meat pie.”

“The pie was mean.” Geralt frowned.

“Oh a tale of a strained but beautiful friendship filled with battles and miscommunication - you must regale me with the details.” Jaskier grinned.

You would gladly do so if your old friend would have your company once more. Raising a brow at Geralt, you posed the silent question.

“Don’t you have a job?” Geralt asked.

You squinted in return. “I abandoned my post and stole a pie. I’m surely fired.”

“Fine - but only until the next village.” The Witcher negotiated, knowing full well that his friend would likely be staying for a longer time. He grabbed the reins and pulled himself up on his horse with a small grunt.

You shared a similar grin to the bard and sent a high whistle into the air to call forth your own steed for the journey ahead.

When the horse approached, you took hold of the reins and walked alongside Jaskier.

“While we’re on the topic, I’ll tell you about the time when Geralt fought an ifrit almost fully naked.” You winked and caught the eye roll on your friends face.

Jaskier pulled his guitar to the front and strummed a few strings to start a catchy tune. “Oh, I’m ready for this.”

~ More imagines here ~

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thebadboyfanclub · 2 years ago

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Master list

I want to preface this by saying I’m sorry for forcing y’all to having to scroll to find my imagines this took like two days to make, also I hope you were not expecting some fancy and beautiful list I am not that talented but this will do the trick.

Also everybody needs to thank @pearlstiare cause she quite literally took me by the hand and walked me through the entire process out of the goodness of their heart, so thank you for being such a wonderful person. Without further or due, enjoy!

Part two of the masterlist

Full list of the characters I write for

Aemond Targaryen

You Are No Dragon

All For The Motherland

My Little Sea Snake

The Apple Of His Eye

Do You Love Me?

‘Till The Seven Rings Of Hell

Take Care Of Me, My Love

I Would Be Honored

Grow Forever, Never Yield

I Will Do It

Lead The Way

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Aegon Targaryen

The Man You Deserve

I Spill My Blood For You

What’s Your Name?

I Want To Try

After You Little Pet

Queen Of My Life

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Do You Want this?

Part One

Part Two

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Cregan Stark

My hearts soldier

My Beloved Wife

Daemon Targaryen

My Moonlight

You Bled For Them, You Decide

Part One

Part Two

An Eye For An Eye

Your Sweet Princess

Are You Mad?

The Death Of Me

She Has Your Eyes

Left Or Right?

It Is Time

What Are You Waiting For Then?

My Turn

We’ll Finish This Later

The Sunflower Of Highgarden

A Risk Taker

Gods Have Mercy

My Dragon

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Tywin Lannister

I Got You, Little Wolf

The Bloody Princess

Massimo Torricelli

Fire And Flame

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Sherlock Holmes

It’s Alright Darling

You Are Family Now

Napoleon Solo

I Got You

Henry Cavill

The Lady Of The House

Part one

Part two

Let Me Have This

Geralt Of Rivia

Protect The Queen

Part one

Part two

There’s Nothing Wrong With Submission

The Dream

Part one

Part two

You Are My Home

Rio

You Can Do Better

A Boy, A Girl And A Game

You Are My Light

She Will Learn

Pete Davidson

The Sun And Moon

Dating Pete Davidson (Spiritual Edition)

Cedric Diggory

You Sneaky Little Fox

Draco Malfoy

We’ll Get Caught

Carlisle Cullen

What’s For Dinner?

Do I Have To?

One Way To Find Out

Just Like You

Of Course Precious

What’s Your Biggest Fear?

Off To Bed For You

Aro Volturi

Lamb For Slaughter

Emmett Cullen

Sir, This Is McDonald’s

That’s My Girl

Edward Cullen

Let Me Do Better

Jasper Hale

Pleasure Is All Mine

Niklaus Mikaelson

You Started This?

Part One

Part Two

My Little Cub

Our Love Is Eternal

Mess Is Mine

Sounds Like Heaven

Maybe It’s Better This Way

Elijah Mikaelson

I Quite Enjoyed It

We’ll See About That

Kai Parker

You’ll Be Fine

See You Around Honey

Excuse Me?

Ivar The Boneless

She Is A Lady

Harwin Strong

I Promise

Look At Me, Princess

I Would Like That

Khal Drogo

Stay With Me

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gemstone-roses · 1 year ago

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I've got you

Geralt x Reader

Summary: geralt comforts you in the middle of the night.

Warnings: general anxiety themes, anxiety attack, fear, bit of sad, crying. Fluff. Bit of Size kink if you squint (whoops) can't help myself can I.

Huge hurt/comfort vibes, I need it okay.

Note: I'm having a bad week okay,🫠 reblogs and comments much appreciated ❤️ reminder this blog is 18 plus and so are all my works, including the sfw ones.

Hope this helps someone if they need it 🖤

Flames dance in front of you. The heat from the fire the three of you had made at your camp that night had stopped feeling warm a while ago.

Jaskier slept soundly in his sleeping bag by a tree, the dense forest you found yourselves in provided more than enough safety for you to rest for the night.

And of course, geralt too.

He sits opposite you, legs spread wide, hands falling in-between them. He's keeping watch for any danger.

You wrap your arms around yourself. Habit, when you feel like this.

You'd felt it coming when you woke this morning. It starts in your throat, your chest.

Jaskier struggled to get on his horse this morning.

Usually you'd make a sarcastic comment at his expense, earning an eye roll from him and a small chuckle from geralt.

Today you stayed quiet. You knew irritation would lace your words without actually meaning it.

Leaves rustle beside you as the witcher moves from his spot and sits back down on the log you were sitting on.

Geralts thighs touched yours, he was so big it couldn't be helped.

The slight touch comforted you though.

"I can hear your heart racing over the noise of the fire"

Of course he could.

"oh, sorry?" You say softly.

You feel your chest tighten, you try to swallow but your mouth is dry.

Geralts brows furrow, he's heard your sharp intake of breath, your heart picking up.

"fuck" he whispers, getting up.

You startle slightly when you feel two hands on your thigh, geralt kneeling in front of you. His Amber eyes laced with concern for you.

"Y/n" he says gently, giving your thigh a squeeze.

"Look at me sweetheart" he continues. He gently grasps your chin and turns it towards him.

Tears pool in your eyes as his gaze feels like it's seeing right through you.

"You need to breathe, okay?breathe with me y/n" he reaches for your hand, places it on his chest.

Your hand trembles, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on him. One of his hands holding yours on his chest, the other is still holding your face.

"Keep looking at me, good, it's okay, that's it , your safe, ive got you". He soothes, caressing your cheek as he speaks.

The tears pooled in your eyes spill free

"Geralt" you choke out

"I know" he swipes your tears away, his calloused hands still gentle.

"Just keep breathing with me, hm?" He keeps stroking your face, until he feels your racing heart calm slightly.

You stay like that for what feels like hours. His touch not leaving you. Your still trembling slightly.

"Im s-

"Don't" he pushes up from the floor , wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to place a kiss to your head.

"Come" he says offering his hand

You take it, standing up

"Let me hold you tonight, hm?" He brings your hand up to his lips and places a feather light kiss to it.

You nod, and geralt wraps his huge arm around you as he guides you to his sleep bag.

"I've got you" he whispers, pulling you tighter into his embrace.

#geralt x reader #the witcher x reader #henry cavill x reader #geralt of river x reader #the witcher fandom #the witcher imagine #henry cavill imagine #geralt of rivia x reader #henry cavill fanfiction

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 9 months ago

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Biting- Geralt x Vampire!Reader

Description: Your friend Geralt helps to quench more than just your thirst for blood

Word count: 1,673

A snarl sounded deep from your throat, and hissed passed your fanged teeth as Geralt tried to approach you once again.

“I just want to help you, y/n.” He explained gruffly, as he sat back down on the rough ground of the dark cave with a huff.

“A Witcher wanting to help a monster. Seems to go totally against what you are.” You smirk over to your friend, a joke you often make at his expense.

It was rare, if not totally unheard of, for a Witcher to befriend a monster, and yet that’s exactly what happened with yourself and Geralt.

He’d one day been tasked to hunt and kill you, but after finding out that you had only attacked that town because of the vile men that lived within it, he decided to spare you.

Most of your kind feasted on easy prey, innocent people who can’t defend themselves. You decided long ago to use your need for blood to help defend those innocent people, only going after those who deserve it.

“You know with how old you are and how long we’ve been friends, you think you would have thought of a better joke.” He chuckles deeply at you.

“And I would have thought with how old you are, you would have grasped the concept of ‘no’ by now.” You snap back at your friend.

Your head rested against the cave wall as you closed your eyes, trying hard not to focus on the sound of Geralts heartbeat, or his intoxicating smell. It had been too long since you had fed and you were starting to notice. Geralt had offered to let you drink from him, but you couldn’t hurt him.

Geralt had spent the last hour trying to convince you to drink from him, whereas you had spent that time convincing yourself that it was his blood you craved and not the way his skin would feel against your body. Geralt was a friend and you couldn’t cross that boundary with him, no matter how badly you craved to.

You must have been focusing a lot harder then you thought, because the next minute you felt Geralts hand on yours. As your eyes flung open, they glared into the witchers eyes.

The deep red of your eyes and the dangerous look you wore would normally scare anyone, but not Geralt. In fact if anything, it made him more bold. His hand left the top of yours as it made its way slowly up your arm, to gently cup around your neck.

It felt as though you were paralysed, locked in place by his intoxicating scent. Your rational and animalistic mind fighting a battle of wills as his head bent down to whisper in your ear.

“I can smell that it is more than just my blood that you crave.” Geralt whispered seductively in your ear, his other hand now rubbing up and down your inner thigh.

Your self control was bending but not broken, that was until he began to press hot and deep kisses onto your sensitive neck. With feel of his intoxicating kisses on your sensitive skin, and his scent so close, your control fully snapped and you became ravenous.

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you pushed him against wall, landing aggressively in his lap as you now straddle his large thighs. With a hand in his hair, you pull his head back to expose his strong neck.

Geralt knew that in your hungry and desperate state that you’d be stronger than him, and honestly he seemed to like it.

“Is this what you wanted, Witcher? Wanted me to lose my composure? To hurt you?” You growled closely in his ear, accentuating your point by tugging at his hair harder and beginning to grind into his lap.

“Yes.” He sighed out, a cheeky smile both in his voice and on his face.

“Are you sure?” You ask seductively, but also as a way to really check this is what he wanted, as you sharp fangs began to lightly trace his neck.

“Mhmmm, I trust you, y/n.” He confirmed breathlessly.

Trying to prove his point or maybe just to get you to hurry up, he put one hand on your ass, to guide your grinding. Whereas the other carded through your hair, pushing your face closer to his neck.

Chuckling into his neck at his obvious excitement and mutual arousal, you began to lightly lick and kiss his neck, wanting to tease him for as long as you could.

With both of your heightened senses, you could both smell just how desperate the two of you were. The strong scent of his arousal and the delicious blood pumping through his body was driving you half mad, but you could hold off just a little longer if it meant teasing the Witcher.

“Y/N, stop teas-“ Geralt was promptly cut off as your fangs bit into his neck.

The feeling of your hot bodies pressed together and the delicious blood finally reaching your mouth, made a fire erupt all through out your body. Once that first drop touched your tongue it was all over.

Your whole arm wrapped around Geralts head, pushing it into your breasts as you began to hump and grind against his growing impressive bulge. You were like a woman possessed, pushing yourself further against him, not being able to get close enough to his body for your liking.

Finally breaking away from his neck, you let out a desperate moan as you began licking and pecking at his wound. You were fed but it still wasn’t enough.

Grabbing him by his white hair once again, you push his head back and away from your breast. Now looking at his face, you see it set in a dazed and dopey smile, hooded eyes looking into yours.

“So tell me, Witcher. Did you just want me to drink your blood or did you want to help me with my other cause of desperation too.” You whispered hotly against his lips, teasing him with an almost kiss.

“Well that’s what friends are for.” He smirks at you.

His once and usual manly stoic look was now wiped away, and instead a lust drunk smile of a boy takes its place. Geralt would not give up control to anyone, but in this cave and with you, it felt like there was no better way.

Smirking and looking into his eyes, you hungrily capture his lips in a searing kiss. The kiss was hungry and desperate, his hands digging into your ass as you begin to unbutton his trousers to release his hard and desperate cock.

Freeing his cock and pulling away to stand up, leaves him grunting in protest.

“So you don’t want me to ride your cock then?” You taunt him as smirk cheekily, beginning to undress yourself.

Geralt quickly began to behave as he watched your little show you began to put on him for him. Each item of clothing revealing more skin that Geralt desperately wanted to lick, kiss and touch.

“Yeh that’s what I thought.” You wink as you straddle his lap once again.

Taking his impressive cock in your hand, you stroke him a few times before lining yourself up with him.

Geralts head is pushed against and the cave wall and his eyes are closed, enjoying every ounce of pleasure that you’re giving him.

“Look at me, Geralt. I want to see your face as I sink down onto your cock.” You gently order, shifting your hips to tease his sensitive head.

Peeling away from the wall, his eyes look both desperately and hungrily into your own. Both begging you to use him and asserting his dominance all at once.

“Good boy.” You cheekily coo as you begin to sink down onto his cock.

You both seem to moan in unison as you hold each others gaze, both of you being filled with immediate pleasure and relief. It takes a moment to get used to his size, but once you are and you’ve properly bottom out, you begin to move immediately.

Grinding into him quickly turns into bouncing, causing Geralts hands to fly to your breasts. He groans as he takes one in his mouth and his other grabs at your ass.

You continue to bounce and use his cock for your own pleasure, drawing moans from both of you. Geralt feels blessed to be used in such a way by such a beautiful woman. His mind filled with nothing but how tight your pussy feels and how good your tits feel in his hand and mouth.

The cave is filled with both of your mixed moans and grunts. The sound of skin slapping onto skin getting louder and louder and you bounce faster and faster.

Pulling Geralt away from your breasts by his hair, you place his hands on your hips. His strong fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as your breasts bounce deliciously in his face, leaving him staring at your form, hypnotised by your beauty and power.

“Fuck! Geralt! You feel so good! Such a good fucking boy.” You praise as your fingers come down to play with your clit.

Geralt can’t help the way his moans become almost animalistic, as your pussy clenches around his cock. Grunts and groans leave his beautiful parted lips and echo around the cave as you both reach your end.

“Fuck, Geralt, I’m so close!”

“Me too. Fuck! Cum with me, sweetheart.” He grunts out in response.

You were wound so tight and from just those words alone, you couldn’t hold on much longer. The tension in you snapped as you came with a loud roaring moan, your head flying back.

Geralt took a tighter hold of your hips as he thrust into you powerfully, finishing only seconds after you.

Panting deeply with sweat covering both of you, you push your forehead against his as you both catch your breath.

“Maybe I should come to you when I’m thirsty more often.”

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swanimagines · 30 days ago

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The Witcher: Imagine being in love with Jaskier, but feeling heartbroken every time you see him and Yennefer together, because you think they’re together, unaware that Jaskier is in love with you too.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

Note 2: I haven't watched the show past S2 (and likely won't watch it past S2, at least for now) so my new fics for it place themselves during S1 or S2. Just so anyone won't be confused if I get some details wrong that are clarified in later seasons, I'm unable to read the books unfortunately.

THE VERSE ABOUT LOVE

You had stared at Jaskier for what felt like an hour now. Seeing your best friend Yennefer sitting across from him, her hand on his arm, laughing, was a pretty clear sign that their resentment from months ago had melted away and turned into something… positive.

Just not in a way you would have wanted it to turn out. You had hoped that they’d put their disagreements aside, maybe even become friends because you cared about them both, but back when you told Yennefer that for the first time, you didn’t know how you’d feel about Jaskier, your fellow bard, a year later.

Because somewhere along the line, you had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

But now, watching him with Yennefer, seeing how he laughed with her, you couldn’t help but have flashes of what happened between them behind closed doors.

“You look like someone ran over your favorite lute,” Geralt’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He slid onto the seat across from you, the contents of his mug sloshing a little as he set it down.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, quickly averting your eyes from Jaskier to your drink.

Geralt turned to look at the pair and grunted. “If you’re worried about them,” he said, “don’t be. They’re not–”

“It doesn’t matter,” you cut him off. “He’s free to be with whoever he wants.”

Geralt raised his eyebrows and you knew he didn’t believe you actually didn’t care and were okay with it, but respected your unspoken plea and said nothing further.

You took another sip of your drink, hoping the taste of alcohol would wash away the feeling in your throat. But of course, it didn’t. You closed your eyes as you swallowed the bitter liquid, and you heard Geralt grunt again.

“Things aren’t always what they seem,” he said, and you slowly opened your eyes to meet him.

“It pretty damn much looks exactly what it is,” you argued, holding yourself back from looking at those two lovebirds. “You travel with them, at least more than I do. Are you seriously claiming there’s nothing between them?”

Geralt didn’t answer at first, taking a swig from his mug. Then, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You should talk to him.”

You scoffed. “What difference does that make?”

You swore you saw a small smirk on his lips. “You might get surprised.”

Geralt chuckled, which caught you off guard. You had never seen him chuckle like that. When he was amused, he grunted. When he was annoyed, he grunted. You had only learned to tell what kind of grunt it is after months of knowing him. You stared at him, and he shook his head. “Yennefer doesn’t want him. And he doesn’t want her.”

“What? No, that can’t be right. Just look at them, they–”

Geralt interrupted you, “and if you weren’t too busy wallowing, you’d notice that Jaskier’s been sneaking glances at you every time you’re not looking.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you thought he was joking. But Geralt didn’t joke. Not like this. “You’re lying.”

Geralt grunted, looking over at Yennefer, who had left Jaskier’s side, and then at Jaskier who still leaned against the counter. “Go ask him. See it yourself.”

Then Geralt left your table without another word, leaving you to stare at Jaskier.

For a moment, you felt like roots grew under you as you sat there in daze. Could it be?

Jaskier seemed to notice your staring and flashed you a smile, which finally made you stand up. You didn’t want to seem creepy by just staring at him with wide eyes, Jaskier would soon think you’re possessed by some kind of desire demon if you looked at him like that.

You took in a big breath and walked over to him, which prompted him to smile at you again.

“Hello there, my darling,” Jaskier greeted you, and your heart skipped a beat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You faltered for a moment, suddenly hyper-aware of the way his hair fell slightly into his face and how his shirt was just a little loose at the collar, the top button undone. Focus, you scolded yourself.

“I need to talk to you,” you forced yourself to say, and Jaskier tilted his head.

“Oh? Well then, what’s on your mind?”

Your brain short-circuited again. Say it. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, and hit yourself internally from how stupid you must have looked. Wide-eyed, mouth opening and closing, looking like an idiot.

After a moment, Jaskier spoke again. “Hey, are you all right?”

That was it, it broke the dam. Before you could think better of it, the words spilled out.

“I’m in love with you, Jaskier,” you blurted out, and the words after that came in a quick flurry, your lips barely able to keep up with the pace. “I have been in love with you ever since we began singing together, and I know it’s stupid, especially since you and Yennefer seem so happy–”

“Wait, stop!” Jaskier cut in. You blinked and to your surprise, you saw how his cheeks flushed pink, before your shoulders dropped again in disappointment. Of course even the name of Yennefer made him blush, he was a romantic, acting like a teenager in love after all. “What did you just say?”

You groaned, there was no going back now. “I said I’m in love with you. But it doesn’t matter and I will leave if you want me to. You’re happy with Yennefer, and that’s what I want for you, happiness. Even if it’s not with me.”

He stared at you for a moment, and you could hear your heart drumming in your ears, you could feel the blood rushing into your face. You wanted to sit down, you regretted all of this, you had ruined everything, you–

“Yennefer?” he repeated, cutting off your thought train. “You think–? Oh, stars above, no.” He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Yennefer and I? That’s not… It’s not what you think. We’re friends now, yes, but that’s all. She’s been teasing me about–”

He cut himself off, before he looked down for a moment.

“She’s been teasing me,” he continued, “about how often I look at you. How I can’t seem to stop writing songs about you. How obvious I am.”

Your eyes widened. Was he saying what you thought he’s saying? “Obvious?”

Jaskier smiled, a little shyly, and nodded. “Apparently to everyone but you. I…” He trailed off, taking a deep breath. And then he spoke almost as quickly as you had a moment ago, “I’ve been in love with you for ages. Truly, madly, hopelessly. And I thought you’d never notice.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “You… what?”

He reached out, his fingers brushing yours on the counter. “I’m saying,” he murmured, “that if you’re in love with me, and I’m in love with you, perhaps we could… uh, do what people in love tend to do after finding out about each other’s feelings.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The whole tavern was quiet, blurring around you, and you could only see Jaskier standing there before you. Then, without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him – hesitantly at first, but it deepened as soon as Jaskier pulled you closer.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and Jaskier chuckled. “This is going to make my new favourite song.”

You laughed, still not quite believing what was happening. “Shut up and kiss me again, bard.”

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 2 years ago

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witchers x maleficent!/fae!reader

summary: how witcher characters would react to someone having maleficent type horns/wings and magic

notes: got this out just in time for the new season phew

warnings: gn!reader, lambert the middle schooler, jaskier's composing

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @lu-in-the-library @sunndust (msg me to be added!)

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Geralt

He’s mostly just praying that fate isn’t throwing another curveball at him

Sureeee he’ll spend time with you!! (his fingers are crossed and he’s praying let them be normal let them be normal

Will end up totally accepting you, but he doesn’t love the attention that comes from being a witcher in the company of a fae

He secretly adores your wings

Jaskier

Immediately in song-writing mood

Will make up things about your life to fabricate contents for his ballads

Won’t treat you very different from his other ~weird~ friends

Loves loves loves the attention that comes with it (read: basks in it like the sun)

Yennefer

Yen is fascinated

The academic in her wants to tell her colleagues

And the girl who was all alone and abandoned in her absolutely adores you

You’d do good to make sure that she’s on your side, or she might sell you out

Definitely wants a piece of your magic either way

Ciri

Poor ciri

Eugh she just wants some friends

That don’t die…

She loves your horns and wings

Definitely adores you for also being *different* and having your own magic thing going on

Eskel

He adores your wings

If there is a wing care routing, please let this man do it

Otherwise, he might invent a conditioner-potion for your wings

Don’t scare him in the beginning though, or you may get stabbed

Lambert

Has the reaction of a seventh-grader

Might literally go woahhhhhh

Big hater, but not against you

Will protect you, but will also ask you if you can carry stuff with your horns constantly

Yeah becoming a christmas tree-esque creature may be a con

Coen

Coen honestly just enjoys a helping hand

Your magic will in fact be contributing to his work

Tbf he also makes sure you don’t get killed by angry farmers

The whole thing starts off as a symbiotic relationship but will turn into a friendship (if not more hehe)

Vesemir

Bro does not trust you

Thots and prayers girldude

Oh you have horns and wings? LIKE A MONSTER??

Unless one of his witchers (read:children) introduces you to him, he may attempt murder

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nnightskiess · 1 month ago

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everytime you leave, part nine

₊° - 𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

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𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀. 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 <3

Yennefer's jaw tightened when Tissaia addressed the class the next day. She hadn't been able to put all the pieces together of the rambled words that had left your mouth through your sobs, but she'd caught enough to know that Tissaia de Vries had at least played a part behind them. She felt jittery, fueled by both her frustration and disappointment in herself for thinking Tissaia had warmed up to you both. Tissaia would praise the two of you in the confinements of her office, but then treat you like nonentities outside of it. It irked Yennefer to no end. And that, atop of how distraught she'd seen you, had switched something in her. Though, perhaps more than one thing had changed the night she'd awkwardly comforted you. Not only was she now as wary as ever of her rectoress, but she felt a sudden need to be mad at the woman in thousandfold in your name.

It was as if Tissaia had heard the young mage terrorise her in her head when she directed her next words to Yennefer.

"Tell me, Yennefer, what plant should never be used when the moon is in its last quarter phase?"

Yennefer nibbled her lip, not wanting to answer Tissaia, but not wanting to look like she didn't know the answer either. She had already looked enough like an incompetent fool.

"Datura."

"And when can you use it?"

"During a new moon. It can only be plucked and handled during that time. Once you've installed it into a potion, it can be drunk whenever."

"And what-"

"It alters the mind of the drinker, rendering them insane until the next moon cycle. Its link to the moon is why it has been closely examined in lycanthropy studies, but witchers have not endorsed the usage to kill such beasts, nor studied its effectiveness."

Tissaia gave her a thorough look, sizing her up, and then went on with her lesson. Yennefer couldn't help it when the corner of her mouth quirked up into a lopsided grin— her rectoress hadn't been able to catch her slacking off and embarrass her.

Her temporary gloating was crushed soon enough when she heard her classmates' giggles beside her. She was half expecting them to make fun of the eagerness with which she had answered, so it was a surprise to hear your name drop in their hushed conversation.

"You think she'll come back at all?"

"I don't, she's missed too much, and she was already a horrible mage to begin with."

Before Yennefer could interfere this time, Tissaia had already beaten her to it.

"What was that?" Tissaia's mouth was set in a hard line, eyes surveying the girls whose faces flushed.

Daena's cheeks reddened to the colour of a beetroot.

Tissaia pressed, "Enlighten us?"

Daena looked to her friends for confidence, desperately hoping that the lie she was about to tell would sound believable, "We were just worried about when Y/N will return to class."

Tissaia lifted her chin and looked down at the girls, having neared their desks, "Since you're so curious about her recovery, you will make notes for her during tomorrow's botany class. If she fails the task, then that will be on you for not paying attention."

"Like Y/N will learn shit from Daena."

Immediately, Tissaia's attention, and that of the whole class, was back on Yennefer. They watched with bated breath as student and rectoress were locked in a scrutinizing stare.

"And you think she would learn more from you?" Tissaia mused.

"Better than a mage who can't even differentiate elder runes from the new phase runes." Yennefer bit back, fixing both Daena and Tissaia with a teary glare. Daena's face flushed even worse— even she couldn't deny that perhaps she wasn't that much better in class than the girls she'd bullied. The first few weeks she had been able to pass each class with flying colours, but as they were starting to advance into more difficult stages of magic, she had begun to struggle.

"Enough," Tissaia seethed, eyes boring into violet ones. Yennefer huffed and slouched back in her seat, ignoring the stares from her classmates still directed at her. She'd said what she had wanted to say and put Daena in her place. And the whole class, including Tissaia, had heard her.

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Yennefer trudged through the hallways, feet dragging across the floor in the uneven cadence of her steps. She passed the doors leading to the dormitories and up the spiral staircase to Tissaia's wing. The door to her office was already open, and Tissaia sat perched against her desk, waiting for her.

"That was quite a statement you made in class," Tissaia started, and Yennefer scrunched her face in confusion when the woman gave her a half-smile, "Well done."

"Well done?" Yennefer's voice was small.

"I heard all that they said. You did, too, I suppose?" Yennefer nodded, "Being part of the Brotherhood means sticking up for your fellow mages... it means showing bravery and speaking up when one is being unjust. You showed you had what it takes."

Yennefer knew she should've accepted the compliment, but her expression hardened, "If you heard them, why didn't you correct them? Aren't you meant to look out for us as our rectoress?"

"Their punishment is not of your concern, Yennefer. But since they're so inclined to help Aretuza rid of inept mages, they're going help me with a chore tonight."

Yennefer sat up on the edge of her seat, ready to speak up when Tissaia lifted her hand and gave her a look of finality— the conversation was over. At least, the topic had changed, for she narrowed her eyes during her next words,

"The boy you met... upon your arrival at Aretuza," She drawled out, taking her time, making Yennefer the slighest bit uneasy of where she was going with this, "The one you've gone to see now and then..."

"Istredd?" She wondered what the Ban Ard student had to do with this, or how Tissaia even knew about him at all. Though, perhaps she shouldn't question the reaches of Tissaia's eyes and ears any longer. Nothing went past that damned woman.

"What do the two of you talk about?"

Confused, and a little defensive, Yennefer said, "I thought we were encouraged to have good relations with the Ban Ard students?"

"What do the two of you talk about?" Tissaia repeated herself.

"Aretuza. History... the Continent. Chaos. The Elves."

"The Elves?" Tissaia reiterated, "Does he ask you things?"

"What things?"

"About your classes, your teachers, your fellow novices. Perhaps about new girls that came in? Or maybe things about yourself?"

Yennefer made a face, unsure why any of that was of relevance.

"Does he?"

"No, no, he doesn't, I don't-"

"I am going to give you a task. Do it well, keep it between us, and you'll gain more than my trust."

Yennefer perked up, captivated with her promise, awfully aware that a woman like Tissaia wouldn't just make a task like this if it wasn't serious. And if it was serious... it meant she already had a part of Tissaia's trust, for why else would she assign her with the task?

"Yes...okay."

"I want you to keep your ears open whenever he asks you something too personal, something out of the ordinary. When he sticks his nose where he shouldn't. Can you do that for me?"

"You think he's ungenuine?"

"I think that he's been asked to do the same."

Yennefer frowned, "What? Spy on me?"

Tissaia only nodded.

"Why?"

"Because that is what happens. Here. At Court. All around the Continent. You are no longer a nobody in a pigpen, you are a mage and part of a Brotherhood. Do not act so surprised."

Surprised was an understatement. Yennefer was stunned at the significance and secrecy of what her rectoress had just told her. But what she had asked her, was plaguing her that much more. In theory, it was a simple question, able to be answered by a quick yes or no. And what was asked of her was, in fact, simple too— she only had to keep her ears perked and run to Tissaia if there was anything to inform her. Though, that meant that she, from now on, had a double agenda whenever she was going to see Istredd, the young man who had been accepting of her from the very start. Had all that just been pretend?

Tissaia woul've been able to read the worries on Yennefer's face, had she not heard the girl's voice echo in her own mind. She had to give her an incentive.

"Show me you're capable and I'll take your help into consideration when you ascend."

Immediately, all doubt disappeared from Yennefer's mind, "When?" It had only been a matter of if in her mind, up until now.

"When," She confirmed, "Is that a yes?"

Yennefer nodded, words disappearing on her. Rectoress De Vries was offering her the out she had dreamed of years before she even knew Chaos existed within her. She sighed, the realisation that, finally, she would get the chance to be beautiful and start over was nigh.

Tissaia's mouth curved into a gentle smile, "Now take this scroll to Y/N. I want her to prepare for her return next week."

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Yennefer stood in front of your door, uneasily toying with the scroll in her hands. The last time she'd stood there, she'd heard you cry and her morality had been put to the test. Her ears perked in case she heard any more sniffles so that she had a reason to run away, but something was keeping her standing and having her knock on the wood. Out of the handful of times she'd been here in front of your door, feeling curious, frustrated or calm, she'd never felt what she was feeling right now— nervous.

It stayed silent, so she knocked again, adding,

"Y/N? I have something for you. It's from Tissaia. For your return to classes next week."

Yennefer had not needed to announce her presence, for you had felt her energy approach the second she'd entered the hallway. You'd noticed the change whenever she walked by or into class after the first few days of being at Aretuza. The air would change, your Chaos always had a mind of its own, and a soft buzz would ring through your ears.

With careful steps, you approached the door, opened it, and peered outside to see Yennefer's crooked and unsure smile greet you. You remembered when you'd last seen her, how she'd awkwardly shuffled out of your room once your tears had dried. She hadn't said a single word. It seemed she thought of the same moment, her eyes examining you from head to toe to make sure you were in a better predicament this time.

You opened your palm, expecting her to deliver whatever she had for you and be on her merry way again, but she shifted her weight to her other leg, unsurely, and asked,

"Can I come in?"

"Why?" Left your lips before you could think about it, and Yennefer sighed in exasperation, patience gone with the wind.

"Because it's important. Will you?"

You further opened the door and Yennefer walked past, waiting until you had closed the door to weed out any unwanted listeners to turn around and face you. She discarded Tissaia's scroll on your desk and looked at you, her expression a little indifferent when she shrugged,

"You missed a lot," Yennefer stated, matter of factly.

"I'm aware of that."

"Too much, in fact." She went on, making you uncertain why she was here, if not to make you more insecure and worried.

She started to awkwardly fumble with the sleeve of her blue garments, put her hand in there and wiggled something out. She held her shaking hand outstretched— three small pieces of parchment were crumpled up in her hand.

Albeit confused, you took them, releasing them as notes and tips scribbled down in Yen's handwriting.

"Botany class about the use of Datura in potions."

"But you hate botany?" You looked at the notes, sparing her a quick glance, unsure why she would willingly write this down.

Yennefer chuckled wryly. You were right. She did. Chewing plants and mixing stems with leaves was a yawn fest at best, but when Daena failed to show up during the class where she was supposed to take notes for you, a slight worry had started to set in. Without Daena's notes, you would fall behind even more, which would inevitably lead to problems with Tissaia, which was never a good thing and could maybe even lead to... another disappearance? The thought had made her make up her mind in an instant.

A breathy laugh escaped you at her sudden, but welcome, act of kindness, "Why help, though?" You gave her a look, "Not that I don't appreciate it, I do, I really do, but I vividly remember you telling me that the less competition you had, the better."

It was true. Yennefer had said that. To your face, during one of your one-on-one study sessions all those weeks ago when you'd asked her for help. In fact, she'd still say it... but to anyone else but you. There was a kindness... a tenderness to you that none of the others had shown her. Sure, Anika had shown her empathy, but was that because she was on the bottom of the chain too and Yennefer was her last resort of a friend, or because she genuinely appreciated having her around? Because she'd seen you be put to the test on your first week. If she remembered correctly, and she always did, you had stuck up for her in front of two of the most popular girls in the school without even properly knowing her. It still bugged her. You had been different from the start. To think that you thought she wasn't on your side, worried her. Had she really been that harsh towards you?

Her voice was meek and the shy Yennefer peeked through, "You think I see you as competition?"

You looked at her, a mock scowl on your face, but saw Yennefer hadn't said it with her usual snarky bite, or the sarcastic quips she used as soon as she went into defence.

"Wait, you're not helping me so that I'm in your favour, right? Because whatever you're up to— no, I'm not into it." You tried to push the pieces of parchment back into her grasp, but she pushed your hands back.

"I was actually counting on you helping me tear this entire place apart." The indifference with which she spoke, had you worrying a bit.

"You still want to leave Aretuza?"

Maybe she once had but, no, not any more.

Yennefer shook her head, "No. I've come to realise it's of no use to leave before I've learned everything I can. If I want to be powerful, I need to stay." She watched you carefully, examining the tiniest changes on your face, "You?"

"I can't leave, I told you."

"And why's that?"

"Same reason." You shrugged, turning to walk to your desk— the scroll Yennefer had brought you suddenly seemed extremely interesting.

"The truth now, please." Yennefer rolled her eyes, approaching you and reading along with you over your shoulder. Tissaia had given you a scroll about elemental magic again? How air could help put out-

You turned around to block her view the second you felt her behind you, eyebrows rising in surprise at her proximity, "It is the truth." You fought with the strap to tie the scroll close, "And... well, I've got friends here now."

Yennefer's face contorted in disgust, "Who? You call those girls your friends?"

"No, but the ones that bring me notes from class... I do consider friends."

The raven-haired girl turned away from you, not wanting you to see how badly you'd taken her off-guard with that, but her silence and distance were proof of their own.

A gentle hand on her deformed shoulder made her turn. You stood there, mouth twitching into a gentle smile, the large book Tissaia had given the two of you weeks ago to read together tucked against your chest.

"I've done some reading," You strode to your bed against the wall in the corner, then gestured for Yennefer to follow you when she kept staring at you goggle-eyed, "I can share my notes with you, too."

"Why?" Yennefer wondered.

"Because that's what friends do."

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Yennefer grumbled as she pushed against the door with her shoulder. It was stuck in the frame for the umpteenth time, and she'd had enough. With her palm outstretched and a muttered incantation, a gush of telekinetic wind as powerful as a Witcher's Aard blew the door off its hinges. It clattered against the wall on the other side, where it fell into several pieces.

"Gods- Yennefer?!" You gaped at your friend who stepped in and made her dramatic entrance, a twinkle of mischief and pride in her eye from the stunt she'd just pulled.

"Are you going to tell Tissaia what happened to my door or will you let me suffer that one on my own?"

Yennefer waved you off as she looked at the mess she'd left, "You should thank me. Now they have to fix it."

"I quite liked it getting stuck... it kept out unwanted visitors," You bit back, but Yennefer noticed the ghost of a smirk dancing on your lips as you flipped through your book.

"Hmpf," She kicked a broken wooden slat out of her way and approached you. You were sitting on your bed again, against the wall, the place you'd made your own and the place she usually found you at, despite your perfect four-legged chair.

You put the book you were reading down on your lap, "You do know how cold it gets here during the night, don't you? These halls aren't part of the heating enchantment."

"Maybe you can room with Florence or Sabrina, now that Jutta and Daena still haven't returned after realising how shit they really were." She gave you an amusing glance, but the mention of them warped your attention.

"Don't you think it's weird, though? That no one ever said a word about it?"

"That's because they're afraid they'll be next. This place is fuelled by fear. I'm just grateful for the fact we no longer have to deal with them at all. What's that, there?"

"A book," You showed her the cover, ignoring how she rolled her eyes at her implied stupidity, "About the Isle of Thanedd and Gors Velen."

"Why would you ever read that voluntarily?" She plopped down beside you.

"Well, the weather's getting softer, so I figured Belleteyn must be close. I wanted to know if it's celebrated here. I don't think we ever celebrated it properly back home, but there was always a bonfire on the outskirts of our village and we feasted on our latest harvests. And we decorated our house with the first flowers of the year, too."

Yennefer watched you gush, your mind away in a fond memory.

"Belleteyn?" Her voice was barely above a hushed whisper, something like hurt softening her words. Then she exhaled loudly, frustrated and fed up, "It's a shit holiday." She grumbled, ignoring how your enthusiasm had faltered.

"You don't like it?"

Yennefer made a sound of indifference and folded her arms together, staring out your window at the clouds travelling through the clear sky.

"Have you ever celebrated?"

"No."

You rolled your eyes. This was typical Yennefer— judgment at the ready for almost anything. If she had her mind made up about something, there was no coaxing her to see things differently.

"Then how-"

Yennefer turned to face you, swiftly, "I don't want to fucking talk about Belleteyn, okay?!"

Her sudden change stunned you, but only momentarily, for you were no stranger to such bursts from Yennefer now and then.

"Hells, fine then." You stood up to close your window, stopping the breeze of the sea below from getting in, "If you only come here to destroy my door and yell at me, then I'd rather you just leave."

Yennefer looked up at you and nibbled her lip, the gesture making her already tight jaw even more tense. She realised she'd been too harsh... again, and though you usually forgave her outbursts and had started to find a way to work around them, she was afraid if she pushed too hard, there would come a day when you wouldn't be so tolerant anymore.

"I just don't like Belleteyn." She clarified, a little less agitated now. You knew better than to ask why, so you watched and waited to see if she'd continue on her own. Ever since becoming cautious friends with Yennefer, you had started to read her tells and quirks. You knew when she was testing you, and you knew how you could test her in return. It was a soft push and pull, like a dance to see who would be the first one to come out blank on the next move. Despite your lack of experience, you had always liked to play and dance. That was exactly how you could now see she was going to start retaliating soon.

Yennefer picked up a random book from the pile on your bed and started going through the pages. You sat down next to her again, keeping silent, and continued with your study work, glancing her way every so often to see how she had buried her face in the book, away from your view.

"I don't like Belleteyn," She mumbled into the pages, and you sensed the continuation of her sentence wasn't far away, "Because it was the day I was born." She revealed, and continued, leaving you no room to reply to her pathetic confession with questions or comfort, "And aside from the fact that my life's been shit ever since then, we also never celebrated."

"Your family didn't do something for you on your nameday?"

"My step-father's a pig farmer, he didn't want to spare a single coin on all that nameday fanfare."

"That's not a good enough reason," You frowned, slowly pulling the book down so you could see her, "My parents grow... grew," You swallowed, pushing the thoughts away for the sake of comforting your friend ", vegetables on our little patch of land to sell, but my father always made me a little figurine from wood on my nameday and my mother baked the most delicious-"

"I get it. You were loved. I wasn't."

"That's not what I-" You gaped at her, realising your mistake, "I'm sure your mother-"

"If she loved me, she wouldn't have let my step-father treat me the way he did. Nor look the other way whenever he treated me like the fucking cattle he sold." Yennefer scowled at you now, pleased it had shut you up. You had tried to comfort her, but you didn't know her past. She bit on her lip to keep it from quivering, not wanting to show her weakness.

"I'm sorry." Was all you could offer her.

Yennefer jumped when you squeezed her arm.

"I don't need your fucking pity. I just need you to never bring up Belleteyn again."

You bit the inside of your mouth, trying to school your features and mask the worry and the hurt you were feeling. Yennefer scooted away from you and your comfort. Again.

"Did I hear Belleteyn?" A voice drawled before a figure appeared in your doorway, cutting the moment short, though the tension still lingered. It was Celestia. The light-haired mage dawdled, warily eyed the broken door on the floor before turning back to the pair of you, "It is such a lovely holiday...if you celebrate the way it should be celebrated."

She saw the puzzlement on your faces, "You know...it's the beginning of summer... a harvest holiday, yes, surely," she rolled her eyes, "When really, it's the holiday to find new romances. To celebrate love, lust and fertility. Oh, did you not know? Have I ruined it now?"

Celestia grinned mockingly, "Of course, that's not how you celebrate where you boors are from, but it's how we do it in the cities."

Yennefer balled her fists, and you sat up straighter, eyes narrowed at her judgment. Sure, you hadn't lived in a city like Novigrad or Toussaint, but you'd loved your life in the countryside. It was simple, often tough and challenging, but you'd had freedom. You'd had nature all around you. And, most importantly, you'd had the comfort of your family. You didn't need fancy buildings, cobblestoned roads, market stalls and bards from all over to be satisfied.

"A couple of other mages and I are sneaking out into the city. I'd ask you two to tag along, but I'm not sure you have the guts to do so behind Tissaia's back."

"I do."

You pulled Yennefer back by her sleeve, "Don't." You hissed.

"On second thought...hm, I don't think I should." Celestia tutted, a smirk pulling at the corners of her lips, anticipating whatever she was going to say next, "I fear you'd get lost in such a city, you know, without any sense of direction. There'll be no heaps of manure to place where you are," She waved her rude comment off, "I jest. Truthfully, the reason I shouldn't is because you're way too young and innocent for such a festival filled with love and lust. Well, you are." Celestia nudged her chin your way, and as her eyes turned to Yennefer and clearly observed her deformities, it was unmistakable what she was insinuating— Belleteyn wasn't a place for girls with hunchbacks, crooked jaws and an uneven step, because there wouldn't even be a single person interested to lock lips with such a monstrosity.

"And you... well, I'm sure we'll find a willing donkey."

In an instant, Yennefer reeled forward with a growl. You sprung to pull her back immediately. Yennefer yelled and protested to be let go, but you tightened the grip of your arms around her middle, watching as Celestia disappeared into the hallway again after a final smirk and a wave. Yennefer struggled against your hold, cussing out both you and Celestia in the same breath.

You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed yourself against Yennefer's back, "She's not worth it, Yen."

Yen...

A name you had never called her before. No one ever had. Not even Istredd, who had stuck to calling her Yenna. She'd let him, because she didn't like the abbreviation of her name anyway and it was better than all the other names she was used to. But Yen... Yen was sacred to her. She didn't know why, but maybe it truly was because no one had ever called her that. It had only ever been crooked girl, piglet, lunatic, and all the other names she rather forgot about. It had never been just Yen.

Her chest heaved, still, but you felt her muscles relax. When you deemed it safe, you let Yennefer go. She pushed herself off you with a heavy force, almost sending you stumbling into the wall.

You held your hands up, sensing you hadn't yet pulled her out of it.

Yennefer stared at you in bewilderment and fury, her eyes swimming with emotion. She was ready to whirl out a plethora of horrible words and magic spells. And she was going to, hadn't she looked at the sincerity in your eyes. You seemed upset, but not so much at her, but at the fact she was upset, at the fact that someone could be so vile and hurt someone else. Yennefer's head reeled, thousands of thoughts and emotions all pierced through her at once. It was too much, too much for one person, and certainly too much to handle now. She stopped herself from making the upset frown on your face grow and stormed out of your room instead.

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Hours later, you hoped that Yennefer had calmed down enough to let you check on her, but she didn't answer her door. Either she wasn't ready to let anyone in, or she was where every other mage currently was. It was a place you hadn't been in a while, with your small inconvenienced break from classes— the central hall during supper.

You weren't too keen on having a plethora of eyes locked on you, so instead, you peaked through the curtains of one of the alcoves, eyes scanning the many heads seated around the tables. You weren't ready to face the others yet, but you'd seen the pain in Yennefer's eyes when she had once again been hurt by one of your peers, and you'd felt uneasy ever since. Surely it was your own anger at the situation that made you jittery and itchy. It was starting to make you restless, and you hadn't even been the one at the brunt of Celestia's comment. So, if you wanted to quell your worries, you needed to find Yennefer. But there was no raven-haired mage sitting in the central hall. There were others with black hair, but none of them gave the familiar blue and green shimmer of Yennefer's mane whenever the light reflected just right.

She wasn't there, though you'd known that before even walking in. There was always a certain hum in the air when Yennefer was around. You'd noticed so during your many hours spent trying to tackle Tissaia's tasks in her office. It wasn't an annoying hum. More like a soft one in the background, ever-present but calming, like the waves lulling you to sleep every night.

You walked through the halls of Aretuza, in search of said hum, stopping on every corner to recalibrate your sense of direction. You knew Yennefer often disappeared, but where to, you had no inkling. Despite the gap between you two growing smaller and smaller each week, you figured you would grant her that space and privacy. Frankly, you didn't even want to know where she was when she disappeared. You wanted her to have her own place to unwind, a place where no one could disturb her and where she could be herself. That, and, you weren't so sure how she would take it if you were to find her sacred place.

Then you sensed it— the hum. It was accompanied by a faraway buzzing you could feel in your ears and throat, and your feet listened to the way they got pulled left, right, up the stairs, outside and-

You stopped within an instant.

The wind made your hair fly in your face and your garments danced with every gust. It was a kind of wind that could be considered way too feisty for mid-April. It was cold too, despite the sun being out mere moments before. Its chill nipped and cut at your face with each blow, and it made the wooden bridge connecting the settlement of Aretuza to the Tower of the Gull in front of you wobble. The water, though far and far below you, crashed loudly against the shore. It smelt fresh, and yet it also smelt of a brooding storm— dark, ominous and earthy.

Then there it was again— the pull. You didn't want to let it guide you. And you shouldn't want to, not when it would lead you out of the safety of Aretuza. Yet, you knew you ought to. You needed to know. To indulge in the feeling even further. To dip your toes and then maybe your entire foot. To wrap yourself in its warmth.

Abruptly, an uncontrollable urge washed over you, engulfing you and making you take your steps forward. The rope of the bridge was tattered and rough as you held on when the wind made the bridge bounce through its breaths. None of that seemed to truly matter now, not when you could feel yourself closing in on something.

During a momentary relapse, a sense of realisation, you managed to look backwards. Panic struck you as you realised you had almost crossed the entire bridge already. No one was out there, not even one voice was screaming your name to get back in an instant. You knew you weren't supposed to wander through Aretuza on your own, even if it was your new home. Then again, they hadn't exactly locked doors or passageways to constrict you from going somewhere. And no one would miss you. You were in your room. Resting.

Your hands trembled as you reached out to the door of the tower. It was engraved with swirls that were meant to duplicate the whirls of wind and the waves below. The doorknob was that of a gull with its wings outstretched, its head and beak a means to open the door. Only, the door was already open. Slightly ajar, but open nonetheless.

For a second, you waited, ready for the inevitable spell that was protecting this place to force you back, but nothing happened. Your eyes wandered up to the tip of the colossal tower. It was even higher than Aretuza itself. You hadn't seen it up close yet, aside from the glances you'd taken through the window during some of your classes. The sound of the waves and the wind was deafening now that you were out on the open sea. It had numbed your ears to the sound of the familiar hum and buzz. So, you rushed inside, the wooden door behind you clattering shut in its hinges as the wind sucked it back out. The loud bang clattered against the walls of the space before you.

It was dark inside, aside from the occasional lit lantern. It was wet and draughty. Muddy, even. The smell reminded you of the riverbeds back home after a heavy rainstorm.

While your eyes adjusted to the limited light, you saw no fancy tiled floors or decorated walls. These halls were truly cut into the mountain. Maybe by magic, but perhaps by hand and shovel, going by the unevenness of it all. As you stood there, in near darkness, you realised your sense of direction had disappeared. The hum had evaporated into thin air the second the door had been slammed shut. You could only stand there now, letting unease start to creep in at the realisation of what you'd done and where you were. You were a mage, a student. You had no right to be in the Tower of the Gull, unsupervised and unannounced. Tissaia would be furious, if not see this as an act of defiance again.

Quick footsteps echoed across the halls, nearing... and fast. Was it coming from your right? Your left? Or from the dark hall in front of you? There was no hiding here. Still, you deemed it better to pick one, hoping the odds were in your favour. Then, the hum reappeared, and, without thinking, you hurried through the left lane. You didn't move about soundless, your feet stepping into puddles and on the pebbled floor beneath them.

The footsteps started to blend together with those of your own, your panicked breathing adding to the mix. Your shadows cast dancing figures on the muddy walls as you hurried through the cave-like hallway, until they started to dance with someone else's.

Shocked at the person suddenly dooming up in front of you, you reared back.

He let out a sound of surprise. When his initial fright had been subdued, he opened his mouth,

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" His tone was direct, demanding, yet curious all the same. However, he betrayed himself when you sensed his heartbeat thump in a way that could only mean he was afraid, too.

You couldn't see his features clearly in the dim lighting, but the fire from the lantern sparkled in his light eyes, his silhouette slender and poised.

"Did she send you?" He pressed when you kept silent, having been unsure of what to answer with. He grabbed the lantern from the wall and held it in front of your face, shining light on you to force you out of the dark. You squeezed your eyes shut, the light blinding you and making the person holding the lantern a vague and blurry figure.

"You're a mage." He noted, noticing your familiar wedgewood blue garments. Intrigue found his voice, before he announced resolutely, "You should go."

He lowered the lantern, and you could finally see the man. His face was as clean-shaven as a young boy before puberty, his eyes wise and kind, jovial even, but his clothes betrayed he was a Ban Ard student.

From behind him, the sound of rumbling and clattering could be heard. The young man looked over his shoulder, then back at you. Without another word, he rushed past you, head held down and steps as fast as how he had approached you. Clearly, he was eager to leave.

As the clattering commenced, you had almost made up your mind to follow his example and leave until you heard a growl. It was human. And it was filled with frustration and with pain. You recognised it— because it had come from Yennefer.

Your feet hurriedly led you towards the sound of destruction, and as the passageway neared its end, you stepped into a clearing. Rain clattered down through the opening in the middle of the rocky ceiling. Fires were lit here and there, dusty scrolls were scattered on a table dug out from the mountain.

Finally, after all this searching, there she was— Yennefer, with clenched fists, heaving breath and a wild look in her eyes. She looked enraged, but you knew it was only the reflection of her pain. A strangled sound came out of her throat before she let herself slide onto the ground.

You stood there, wondering if it was morally improper to turn your back on the young woman now. She had been there for you during your lowest moment not that long ago, and though, sure, she'd only awkwardly sat there with you, she had been there, doing her best.

Slowly, you approached, hoping she would hear you so that you didn't have to make the announcement yourself, but it seemed she was so caught up in her emotions that you had to put a hand on her shoulder to pull her out of it.

She flinched, turned around wide-eyed and crawled herself away from you across the floor. It was clear you'd been the last person she had expected there by the look in her eyes.

"Fuck off!" She spat, immediately shielding her face from your view as she fixed herself, covering it with a curtain of her raven locks of hair.

"I was looking for you," You stated, calmly, in a similar way to how one never handled a hurt animal with an iron grip either.

"Oh," She huffed, taunting you, "Come to tell me they found a willing donkey?" She shot back, teary eyes full of fire as she fixed you with a steely glare.

"Yennefer," You approached, but she stood up.

You took a small step closer, and you were grateful that she remained in her place this time, "I came to look for you to see if you were all right."

"Why do you care?"

"I'm your friend, of course I care."

"Friend?" She puffed, "Am I so pathetic that you think I need a friend?"

Your face fell, "Everyone does. You're human, we all want to have someone in our corner...and you can't just go on and pretend nothing ever hurts you."

She snorted at your empathic approach. You could hear she had been crying, going by her stuffy nose, and you could see the faint shimmer of tears still on her face.

She withheld herself from commenting on your sincere words and kept herself busy by reorganising the stack of scrolls, "How did you know I was here?" She quirked a brow, sneaking a glance your way. Only she and Istredd knew to meet each other there. Well, and Tissaia, however she had found out. That woman seemed to know everything.

"I don't know. I had a... feeling?" Sounding unsure yourself, you stepped to stand beside her, watching Yennefer's nimble fingers shake as they tied a string around one of the scrolls.

"You found me. Go now."

"Yen..."

"My name is Yennefer." She wiped the snot and spit off her face with her sleeve.

You gently pulled the scroll out of her hands, which were ice cold from having been in this damp cave for too long.

"Go!" She shouted upon the contact, rearing back like she'd burned herself from your touch, "And it would do you good to leave me alone unless you want to forever be associated with me." She spat through gritted teeth, pushing you away with her words. Still, she let you take another step closer. Step after step, you had managed to stand in her aura. And not even just now, you realised, but throughout the past few weeks, too.

Yennefer snarled when she came to the same realisation, but then her expression softened. She had seen your face change at her words, and she hated how she was hurting you. Having to let you down was adding to her pain, but she knew no other way, "I don't want to be your friend, and especially not because you pity me. Leave."

"That's not how I see you, why would I pity you?"

You'd made your mind up— you were not letting her send you away.

Yennefer growled at your refusal to leave her be and slammed her hands onto the table, "You're fucking insufferable!"

"And you're a delight?! You're acting like a child right now, you know that?" You crossed your arms and glared at her, having enough of her aiming that your genuine attempt to check up on her was but a mere trick. Then, your features softened when realisation dawned on you... people probably had tricked her. Often. Perhaps even all the time— masking their tricks as good deeds and promised friendships only to then laugh in her face at her pathetic faith that they were genuine about her.

"Yennefer," You began, hoping you could coax her to look at you, but she wasn't having it, "What she said was wrong. What they all say is wrong. How they have treated you your entire life is wrong. How they can't seem to give you a chance is immoral. But you are also wrong. Right now. You are." You gave a nod of finality, wholeheartedly keeping to your words.

Yennefer's gaze finally darted towards you. She was frustrated with you, yes, but she couldn't deny and say she wasn't a little intrigued as well. She kept quiet to hear you out.

"Because I'm not here to make fun of you later. I came here as a friend. Because... you are my friend, and quite honestly... my only one." Her face remained stoic at your genuine revelation, so you added, "And I don't like how they treat you any more than you do, but if you push me away too, you'll be your own worst enemy... for cutting off kindness when it's there for you to take."

She didn't react, though you could sense the cogs in her head turning.

"So don't lash out at me because of how they made you feel. I'm here because I'm on your side. You treating me this way... pushing me out when I'm trying to be your friend...makes me feel like you think of me and them as one and the same. That hurts."

Yennefer adjusted her stance, having had her entire posture tense up. It was starting to hurt her. She licked her lips, relaxed her jaw and stared into your eyes, albeit a little dumbfounded at your words. She bit the inside of her mouth as she stared at you still, long and hard, hoping she would catch your features betraying your statement. Seconds passed... but she couldn't find the fault in your expression. You were right— you were on her side, and perhaps you'd always been. You weren't like the others.

"You're sincere." She declared timidly after having read your eyes. She stumbled back a bit at the sheer force of realisation.

"I am," You nodded, voice curt and serious to show her you meant it, "So let's clean this mess up, go back and... and to hell with them."

Yennefer wiped at her face again, her cheeks burning from the dried tears and the rubbing, "They'll come for you. They already do. Behind your back."

"So?"

"So?" Yennefer chuckled bitterly, "You want more of that? Because that's what you'll get when you turn your back on them instead of on me."

"So?"

"Is that all the vocabulary you have? Are you short of a fucking marble?"

"Yennefer." You warned, eyes stern and arms folded. "Olive branch." You reminded her.

She assessed you for a moment, violet eyes meeting yours, giving you one last opportunity to opt-out. Maybe, just maybe, it would do her good to accept your act of kindness. If not now, then when?

Afraid this would otherwise be the last time you'd grant her some kindness, she extended her hand, the most careful smile appearing on her face when you accepted it and shook it with a small smile of your own.

She'd never had a friend before. How to maintain such a bond was unfamiliar, an ability she did not have. But she could learn. Perhaps she could really do this. Try this out. After all, she'd always longed to have a friend. A real one, who saw past her exterior and treated her for how she was on the inside. And, perhaps, this could finally be the start of something good in her life.

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The class watched with bated breath as a shimmering, translucent circle appeared out of Tissaia's outstretched hands before it took form and whirled into a giant, buzzing hoop. This week had been difficult, as you had been thrown back into classes. The nose stares and prying questions with which your fellow novices had bombarded you been difficult, but what you were seeing right in front of you made it all worth it.

"This is a transportation portal, meant to transport you from one place to the other, as the name suggests. How is this possible, you ask?"

"Energy," Yennefer muttered from right beside you, eyes meeting yours as you glanced her way.

Tissaia turned to her, too, "Very well," She dipped her head in acknowledgement, "Energy. This portal is made from Chaos, which uses the energy of the Continent to find its shape. Energy is everywhere around us, in everything we touch, wherever we stand, therefore it is possible to travel between portals, wherever and whenever. It can be seen as a tiny conjunction in our time and universe, enabling teleportation through this magical rift."

Tissaia walked around her now bubbling and buzzing portal, her figure appearing wobbly and deformed through the thin sheen of the hoop on the other side, "A mage must know exactly where they would like the other end of the portal to exist, or they will face catastrophic consequences. They must have been there before or at least be able to see clearly where the portal will spawn, should they want to avoid losing their limbs or sanity."

"Can anyone travel through a portal?" You'd spoken before you'd realised Tissaia was about to speak again. You had cut her off, but she didn't seem to mind. She appeared from behind her portal, raising her brow at your eagerness, "I meant... is it possible for non-mages to travel through a mage-made portal?"

"Yes." Tissaia nodded, "It is. It is one of the things a mage serving at court is required to do, should the need arise to take members of their court and other important individuals to safety."

"And do they have to know the place where it will spawn? Or is only the mage at risk in such a situation?" You asked again, intriguedly taking in the shine and shimmer of the portal, missing the small smile Tissaia had on her face at your interest.

"They do not. However, they can experience nausea and vertigo. As can the mage, when the portal was created in a haste, or not in the utmost focus. It usually wears off like nausea normally does."

"So how do we make one without losing a limb?" Yennefer asked from beside you, her hand brushing against yours. You looked up at her at the sudden contact, but she didn't look back.

"If only you'd shown this eagerness during botany," Tissaia spoke, bemused, and not even close to the berating tone she usually would have sported. In fact, she seemed completely at ease.

You looked around at what was left of your class. A lot of girls had vanished in the weeks you'd been gone, and though curious, you had been too sceptical to ask where they'd gone. You weren't sure if the answer would comfort you, if Tissaia would even grant you one. Had they, perhaps, made deals upon their arrival at Aretuza too? Had they broken the deal? Was that why they'd gone? Was that what would happen to you if you broke your deal? It seemed that, with their departure, Tissaia's constant sour and cold moods had scattered slightly as well. It was strange, to see her without the expected strict pout and frown on her face, and you worried about what had caused that drastic change.

Tissaia resumed, "So long as you don't forget that botany can save your life as much as a quick getaway portal can. Because a portal is temporary. Chaos leaves energy behind. It can be traced by those powerful enough to do so. Like a hound finding its way home through scents, so can a mage when they know your energy."

"So it's not even foolproof? What kind of shit magic is that?" Yennefer huffed, her hand falling to her side. Once more, your hand brushed against hers, leaving your skin tickling from the surprise contact.

"The portal is foolproof, it can't be tracked... your energy can." Tissaia folded her hands across her stomach and glanced your way for a split second. You knew what she was referring to, "You can cloak your energy the same way you can cloak your thoughts to keep yourself safe."

"How do we do that?" Fringilla asked, and Sabrina perked up as well.

"All in due time," Tissaia let out a breathy chuckle at the intrigue and eagerness displayed on all of your faces. She was grateful and relieved, for she finally had a group of gifted girls she could mend and shape into fine mages. To help guide them and be proud of them years down the line, long after they'd all ascended.

"I can sense your Chaos hasn't replenished enough after the thought-cloacking lesson earlier, so we will get to this next week."

Fringilla and Sabrina sighed and groaned, gathering their stuff before leaving the room with the others, but Yennefer had plans to stick around. She glanced at you over her shoulder and walked close to the portal that was still buzzing, beckoning her forward. She narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what she was seeing on the other side when Tissaia clapped her hands and the portal got swept away by an invisible gust of wind.

"Lesson one— never step into a portal of which you don't know who made it, or where it leads to, for they can be used as traps too."

Tissaia stopped organising her belongings when she realised the two of you were still hovering around.

"Go, enjoy your time off," She instructed, not unkindly.

Yennefer gave you a look but you furrowed your brows in response, unsure of what she was trying to get you to understand. When you remained in your place, she sighed and opened her mouth,

"I was wondering..." She began, testing the waters with Tissaia, "I portalled here. As my conduit moment... but I'd never been here before. How was that possible?"

You raised your brows at her confession. It was apparent that you weren't the only mage who held more power than she was revealing, even if it was locked behind an emotionally unsteady wall of Chaos.

Tissaia tilted her head, examining Yennefer who was looking up at her with an expectant gaze.

"That is how you found me, is it not? Because you traced my energy. But you couldn't have known my energy because you didn't know me." Yennefer nibbled her lip before straightening her back as much as she could, "So your theory is false."

"What I would have told you in next week's class, is that portals made in magical places, always leave a trace, for you are tainting and disrupting that place with a magic of your own, a magic that contrasts with the magic already there. You transported to the Tower of the Gull, the most magical place in all of Aretuza, and you did so spluttering and stumbling like a tod learning their first steps."

Yennefer's face fell. The one-up she thought she'd had over Tissaia falling apart like a house of cards.

"But creating a portal as your conduit moment is as remarkable as creating a fire for your conduit, so do not forget your worth."

Tissaia looked at the both of you now, sensing the panic in you taking over.

"But that's not even possible," Confusion transformed Yennefer's face. She knew how scarce harbouring the skill of fire was among mages, let alone undiscovered ones. She watched the small smile on Tissaia's face as your rectoress looked between the two of you.

"Go, take your rest, Yennefer."

Yennefer could have protested but, in reality, she had peace with this. At least for now. And that had all to do with how her rectoress had stopped calling her by her degrading nickname, which had always reminded her of how she'd been treated back home. So, maybe, she shouldn't expect all of her problems to disappear all at once.

You were about to turn around to leave when Tissaia spoke again, "Y/N, you should stay."

"Why?"

Sounded from behind you, where Yennefer had already crossed half the classroom back to hover beside you again, the intrigue now replaced by something harsher. She hadn't forgotten how she'd found you in your heap of sorrow, and how Tissaia's name had been all she'd been able to make out from your mutters.

"Has your name changed to Y/N overnight?" Tissaia inquired, head tilted to the side, the same bite back to her tone.

Tissaia glanced at the two of you. She could sense it, feel it bubbling beneath the surface, despite your depleted Chaos. This wasn't good, the co-dependency. She'd noticed it more often now, the hovering around one another, the glances, the attachment, how your Chaos performed better in the proximity of the other. She faulted herself for never having noticed it sooner, though she blamed the gradual ascent of your bond and how it had slowly happened over time. This was not good, indeed. This wasn't the beginning of two powerful mages if you couldn't be independent. Your Chaos reacted to one another, most often a powerful tool when highly needed, but not when trying to control one's individual Chaos. Though perhaps she had been to blame herself, for putting the two of you together in the first place to kill two birds with one stone and get you both in line.

Now, she realised, it could very well start to stand between reaching both your potential. It was known to her that Yennefer and you had trouble handling the extremes of your emotions, such had been visible during moments of great frustration or sorrow, just like what had happened to your room the first week. When a mage is out of control of their emotions, they can't hone their Chaos the way they should. She needed to thread carefully now. But first, Tissaia knew, there were apologies to be made.

"Yennefer." Tissaia gestured towards the door, then paid her no further mind as she motioned for you to come closer.

Yennefer refused to leave until you whispered it was okay. Then still, she left unsurely, looking one last time into the room before closing the door.

Tissaia leaned against her desk, whispering a muffling smell as she was certain the raven-haired mage was listening on the other side.

"I owe you an apology."

You swallowed, knowing what she was talking about right away, but not keen on the situation being brought up again.

"I pushed you over the edge and crossed your boundaries. I wanted too much too soon from you after sensing your potential. For that, I apologise," She watched you, analysing your expression as she continued, "It was wrong of me to jeopardise your well-being and it was unfair to request your full discretion and cooperation when I was making that very thing harder by my doing. I have been pulling at both your arms at the same time, keeping you locked in place by doing so."

She walked over to you and gently pried your arms from your side to hold them.

"This Chaos inside of you, this power- it is one of your greatest strengths, but do not forget that it also makes it your greatest weakness. That is why I pushed you to heal, to accept and to move on, so that you could be in full control over your Chaos. The quicker that happens, the sooner we can start. I realise now that time will come regardless, and not because of my prodding. Perhaps especially not because of my prodding." Her hands moved down to hold yours and she squeezed them, "You will go places, my dear girl, I can see it as clearly as I can feel it... if you make your Chaos your biggest ally... but that can only happen once you've fully healed."

"How?"

"You have all the time in the world now, you'll figure it out."

"These wounds... I don't think they'll ever not hurt." Your lip trembled, remembering what had happened- what you had done, "I feel different...ever since that time."

"Different how?"

"Like a different version of myself. The old me is still here but... the new one's more prominent."

"Does that feel like a good or a bad thing?" Tissaia stared right into your eyes. You felt a pulling sensation between your brows.

"I don't know."

"Let me put it this way— which version would you choose right now? Which version would you let lead? The version that knew nothing of Chaos, or the version that does?"

Your answer filled you with shame, for the version that knew of Chaos, was the version that had unwillingly made you do unspeakable things, but the truth wanted to finally come to light.

"Both."

Tissaia grinned softly, "That's the life of a mage— finding the balance in everything. Balance will keep you in control, it won't have you tip the scales to one side." She sighed, feeling sentimental, "Hold onto the old version of yourself, so long as you keep that close, you'll never feel truly lost."

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