#yennifer x reader

[blueberry-fiction]

Yennefer’s Body

Yennefer of Vengerberg x fem!reader

(18+) Minors please DNI!

Sleep came to her quickly these days, allowing Yennefer’s precognitive dreaming to take over every moment of her unconscious existence. The ability had not come to her easily at first, but after decades of tedious practice it had proven to be immensely useful. Waking from these dreams of the future was, however, always disorienting and tricky.

It was not uncommon for local bards to sing tales of less experienced mages becoming stuck inside of their dreams. Some stories even claimed to require another mage's spell to break the dreamy trance. But Yennefer was not going to become one of those tall tales, at least not tonight.

No, tonight cool ocean air drifted lazily over The Great Sea and across the clear night sky, eventually making its way up toward the cracked window near the place where Yennefer now slept. Her eyes flickered wildly behind her closed lids and all at once, Yennefer could feel herself waking from the strangest dream she'd had yet.

Her mind was groggy and her eyes squinted against the moonlight that illuminated her chambers. She'd never seen this far into her future before- Into their future.

How had Yennefer met her? She couldn't remember that part now. Instead, her mind eagerly played back to her the parts she could remember, eyes shutting slowly once more against the chill of the night air.

She could recall the moment she realized who Y/n was meant to become to her. She could recall the moment Y/n grasped the intensity of her feelings. She could recall, but chose to skip over, the turmoil that immediately followed Y/n's understanding. Instead, Yennefer's mind settled on a more amorous scene she'd experienced with this puzzling Cidarian girl.

Wrapped in the mystery of what she'd dreamt of, endorphins slowly washed over Yennefer's body where she laid, her sleepy mind wandering away from her. Never before had someone been able to elicit such intensity from her- A curious mix of electricity tinged with tranquility that spread like wildfire through every nerve in her body, rendering her attempts at stringing the memories together completely useless.

She had never been touched in the ways Y/n had kissed and caressed her in her dream. Yennefer felt as if she'd been trying to devour her fully.

Roaring heat lingered around Yennefer's head and above her chest, fogging the last bit of lucidity her mind could muster. She carefully slid the heavy wool blanket she'd been nestled under away from her and uncoiled her body slowly in the silvery moonlight that filtered into the room through her window.

Almost unconsciously, her hands began to wander lightly across her now exposed skin, and she silently savored the delicate pressure each fingertip created. Traversing each curve with ease, Yennefer's fingertips tenderly grazed against the top of her full breasts and slid slowly toward her nipples, which responded excitedly to her gentle touch.

She pinched lightly only for a moment, just as Y/n had in her dream. Goosebumps jumped to life across her sensitive skin, and she relished in the sensation.

Slower still, Yennefer's fingertips slid gently over her rounded breasts and down toward her core leaving a wave of tiny raised bumps in their wake. They carved a path between the moonbeams that now danced across every curve of her naked body. The moonlight lapped at every inch of her greedily, just as she knew Y/n would someday, and illuminated her neck, her chest, her navel, and all that lay below.

"What good may come of this?" her mind challenged listlessly, attempting to tether her to reality. None, probably. Only more longing, perhaps. Yennefer could not care at this moment, as the pulsating between her thighs had grown louder at her mind's suggested denial.

Yennefer's fingertips hovered above the spot just over her navel. She realized then that the palms of her hands felt moist, having actually sweat at the vision of Y/n touching her. Truthfully, she hadn't been sure she could still do that after years of enchanting her body with various spells, but she’d heard rumors that some emotions could still elicit such a human response, should they be felt intensely enough. Now she knew the rumors were true.

Spreading her legs just wide enough to fit one hand comfortably between them, Yennefer traced a straight line downward with her right hand, toward the source of her insistent longing. She gasped audibly as her hand made contact with the tender skin it found there.

The folds of her body felt delicate and so sensitive to her touch, but she wouldn't let this deter her from venturing further. With only her index finger, she traced a single vertical line along the center crease, slowly stroking up and then down, parting the skin only a fraction as she moved.

Yennefer took a slow, deep breath in to steady herself, noticing how the salt tinged air danced across her lips and tongue deliciously. Y/n had been so tender and loving in the dream, and she desperately wanted to relive that moment now.

She uncurled a second finger, granting it permission to join the first's careful caressing. As they traced their path along her crease, she applied a bit more pressure, pushing just a fraction deeper. She realized then that the moisture she'd felt on her palms was not contained to just one place, and she relished in the discovery.

Fully indulging in her lust, Yennefer mirrored the memory of Y/n's fingers with the motion of her own, submerging both fully into her wetness in search of the spot Y/n had stroked so attentively in her dream.

Suddenly, she knew she'd found it. Holding both fingers there, Yennefer began to draw small circles above the most sensitive bit, just as Y/n had.

Yennefer's lips parted and she let out a low whimper as her circling fingers pressed harder into the spot. She'd never made a sound like that before, and the surprise of it brought her mind back to her for a brief moment.

Still, she could feel electricity pulsing through her body, her fingers unwilling to resist their pursuit for pleasure. Yennefer helplessly descended back into the depths of her lurid memory.

The sensation of Y/n's soft, wet tongue kissing and licking at her body haunted her every thought. She clung desperately to the dream, hoping for it to never fade away.

With her left hand, Yennefer gripped the blanket she'd cast aside earlier, as if to ground herself. The images now playing behind her eyelids coupled with the ceaseless assault her fingers carried out on her soaking crease sent her even further into dizzying descent.

As if possessed by the memory of her dream, Yennefer's fingers slipped down her dripping folds and directly into the starved opening that called to them from below. Her body suddenly begged her to hasten.

She pressed both fingers deeply into herself. A guttural moan escaped from the back of her throat and resonated against the stone walls of her chambers, the sultry sound of it encouraging her to move more swiftly.

Her motion became automatic, in and out, deeper, and deeper still. Yennefer's moans were coming at regular intervals, her mind racing at the memory of Y/n's gentle mouth and tongue. Suddenly, as if a spell had been cast against her, the pleasure she'd spent so long building rapidly overwhelmed her senses, reaching across every nerve of her aching body from her toes to her fingertips.

All at once, euphoria crashed over her like waves against the Cidarian Coast and silence enveloped her, rendering her unable to hear even the sound of her own breathing. Yennefer's body pulsated rapidly, hot and wet with pleasure at the memory of Y/n.

Gradually, Yennefer returned to herself, realizing she'd completely ruined the blanket she'd been clinging to.

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[fantasydreamland]

I think I might have a type…

[scarlet2007]

₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ The Witcher's Witch₊︶꒷꒦︶

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Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader.

[ Master list ]

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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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Word count: 3.3k

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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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[satorusugurugurl]

Toss a Coin

Summary: When your shows up in a full ass Geralt from The Witcher series, you’re dragging him to the nearest bathroom!

Characters: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Warning: language, cursing, bathroom sex, public sex, unprotected sex, cream pies

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Kinktober Day: Thirty— The Witcher! I'm so tired, going off of three hours of sleep and I still have to finish decorating a pumpkin for work. 😩

You hummed, glancing at the clock before returning to the door. Your gaze focused back on the phone in your hand. Your sweet boyfriend told you he would be at the party soon. But there was no sign of him, which was odd, seeing that he was punctual.

Your long Yennifer dress flowed as you paced through the kitchen. The door flung open just before you could panic, and a light was strung. Gojo began strumming the strings, humming as he walked around the room.

“Toss a coin to your Witcher! Oh, Valley of Plenty

Oh, Valley of Plenty, oh, Toss a coin to your Witcher

Oh, Valley of Plenty!”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you glanced back to the door, and just as you took a sip of your drink, you inhaled it down your windpipe as a tall man wearing a long white wig stepped inside the room. They were dressed in a tight-fitted Witcher costume, rippling pectorals in the tight fabric. While they looked good, that wasn't what caught your eye. No, it was the fact that your husband was in the costume! He never wore costumes!

His honey-brown eyes roamed the doom as his fingers twiddled with the prop sword in his hands before he found you. Nanami thought he would have found you rushing towards him with excitement. But it was a different kind of excitement that swirled in your eyes.

“Hey.” Nanami waved at you with a grin and approached you with a smile.

“You never wear a costume?! " But you're wearing one today! " you asked in disbelief as you ran your hands down his chest.

Nanami chuckled, shaking his head, the long strands of the synthetic hair falling over his shoulder. “I wanted it to be a surprise when I found out you were going as Yennifer. We both enjoyed the books and the television show. So it seemed fitting.”

“Ooh, the only thing I’ll be helping you with fitting is your cock inside of me.”

Even though your voice was low and barely audible, Nanami flushed as he looked around. The metal amulet rested against the leather-clad of his costume. “We just had sex this morning.” You nodded in agreement before your fingertips grazed over the bare skin peeking out from the top of his shirt.

“And?”

“Did I not satisfy your needs?” He was teasing you, but you could, too, if he wanted to play like that.

“No.” You grabbed him by the chord of the amulet he wore. “And there's only one thing that will satisfy my hunger.”

“And what is that specific thing?”

“You.” You reached into your pocket, piling out a coin, slowly tossing it in the air before catching it. “In this costume.”

Nanami looked around with a chuckle before pulling you off to the bathroom. “You're insatiable. But loud, can you promise me you’ll try to stay quiet?”

“F-Fuck!” You gasped, arching your back off the mirror in the bathroom. Kento’s hand quickly reached up, covering your mouth with his free hand while the other gripped your hip.

“Shh,” he removed his hand from your mouth, “you have to be quiet; everyone will know what we're doing.”

“I don't give a flying fuck is they hear” he dug your nails into his shoulders, winning a hiss from him. “Kento, I can’t handle the teasing; please just fuck me before they start looking for us.”

He sighed, pulling out slightly, “You have to promise to be quite tough.”

“Fuck yes, okay!” You whispered harshly, “I promise to be quite okay. Just,” you began rolling your hips, trying to get him to move again, “Please, I need you.”

“I know, Love, I need you too.” He pushed the head of his cock back against your opening and groaned softly, “You always feel so tight and so wet” He went more into you, “God knows I you so much.”

You gasped, grabbing onto his arms and fighting back a whimper as his cock stretched you, “Oh my God,” you cried out. “Kento, you feel so good, God, you look so hot! Made me feral.”

“Oh, is that what drove you mad with lust?”

“Yes!” as if your body decided to add in, it squeezed around his cock.

“Fuck you're so tight,” he growled, pushing himself further into your aching core, “you feel so fucking amazing. Your pussy clamping down on my cock.”

“Kento,” you whimpered out, feeling him continue to bury himself inside of you, “fuck.” You tilted your head back, shutting your eyes tight. You were trying desperately not to cum too fast; you wanted it to last.

He kissed along the side of your neck before sliding in and out of you slowly and gently. His hands ran down the curve of your body before resting on your hips, holding them down as he thrust. He gently took his time, making this last as long as possible.

You moaned as you threw your head back against the mirror with a quiet thud. His hands slid back up, gripping and kneading at your breasts as his cock slid in and out of you, setting a steady pace. He moaned and growled as he kissed and sucked on your sensitive skin, all while you moaned and rocked in time with his thrusts. This was amazing and exciting! Fucking in a bathroom while your friends were outside was so kinky! But, despite it being kinky, it didn't switch off the love you shared for each other.

“Baby,” you gasped out, holding his head to your neck, “fuck me, fuck me.” Grunting, he grabbed the edge of the counter for more leverage.

You closed the small gap between the two of you, shoving your tongue in his mouth. He moaned, wrapping his talented tongue around yours as he thrust in and out of you faster. You wrapped your legs around him, moaning wantonly as he pounded into you, forgetting about the party and focusing on you.

The familiar tightening in your lower abdomen caused you to rock faster against him. You were chasing your orgasm, wanting nothing more than a sweet release. “Kento, I’m close, baby.” You whimpered, nipping at his ear, “ Please baby, I need it, I need to come.”

“Come for me, Love,” he whispered, reaching down between your bodies and rubbing your clit gently in circles, “Come for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel all of you.” He rubbed faster and harder, sending you over the edge.

“Kento!” You moaned into his neck, doing your absolute best to stay quiet. The orgasm spread through your body, setting it on fire as the waves of pleasure rushed through every cell of your body. Kento grunted loudly, his cock twitching inside of you throbbing pussy sending him over the edge.

“Fuck, Darling!” he growled, milking his orgasm out, nearly sending you over the edge into a second orgasm. “Oh God, baby.”He shuddered once more before collapsing on top of you, holding you close.

The two of you remained there in the bathroom, regaining your breath. Kento’s hands lazily ran up and down your back as he peppered kisses along your neck. You chuckled, tracing mindless shapes down his muscular back, humming contently.

“God, I love you,” he sighed against your still-heated skin. You have no idea how much I do.”

“Enough to let me toss a few coins at your ass?” You pressed, flicking your eyes up and down over his body. Your husband pulled away, looking into your eyes with confusion and humor. “What Gojo told me to toss you a coin!”

“You are insatiable,” he whispered with a chuckle, kissing you as sweetly as he needed to help that.

“So, is that a no to the coins?”

He laughed again. This time, it was deep and rich with adoration and warmth. “In the spirit of Halloween, I’ll allow it.” Nanami snorted as you fist-pumped the air before slamming your lips on his.

“Best Halloween Ever!”

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[renren-006]

Hi there! I’m an angst addict so I was thinking like a story about the sorcerer ball that Geralt and Yennefer attend in season 3 but with the Reader who is like dating Geralt has to stay behind with Jaskier and Ciri has some jealousy because of Geralt and Yen’s history and starts thinking that our white wolf would prefer her instead….if that makes sense 😭

Preference? | Geralt x Fem Reader

word count: 909

a/n: omg yesss!! i had fun writing this so enjoyyyyy!!

The ball was that evening, and after the long boat ride and fight you, Geralt, and Ciri had to go through, you were looking forward to it. What you didn't expect was Geralt sidelining you with Jaskir and Ciri. You stood there dumbfounded and Yennifer and Geralt explained that it would make more sense to have more people watch Ciri. You watched him leave that night in an elegant outfit and a single kiss before he went towards the castle.

“He loves you, you know that right Y/N” Jaskir said to you. 

“How Jask. Look at Yennefer. I'll never look like her, and I'll never be as powerful…” you told him. You and Jaskir were best friends before Geralt even entered the picture. He glanced over at you, seeing you go through heartbreak after heartbreak. This time, both of you wanted this to be the last. He hugged you as Geralt disappeared beyond sight. 

Ciri, however, didn't notice anything. Absorbed in her own little world for a bit, or at least for most of the night, she didn't let on that she had been listening to you. She saw the way Yennifer was eying Geralt. It wasn't until a few card games that she talked about it. 

“I prefer you over Yennefer.” She told you. Jaskir looked at you, seeing the smile and shock on your face. “I don't like that he didn't ask you to go.”

“I…I don't either, Ciri” you told the young girl. 

“He loves you. I think he's just being stupid,” Ciri told you, comforting you. The young girl had taken a strong liking to you in the years you had been with and known her. She thought of you like a mother, a guardian, someone she knew would lay down her life to protect her.  You managed to find her before Geralt and keep her safe while helping her find your lover and her guardian. Once you did, it felt like a family reunion. You remember meeting Yen with them and discovering her betrayal. Seeing her now and knowing she was trying to be genuine, you had no reason to worry, yet you did.  The rest of the night was a mix of worry and jealousy. 

You worried he would realize how much better the woman before him that night was than you. How powerful she was and how it barely compared to you. How could she teach Ciri far better than you could about magic, even though Ciri had mastered most, if not all, of what you had taught her so far. You just wanted Geralt to love you for you, and you felt as thought you might always be compared to her. 

When morning came, and Geralt walked through the door with Yennifer, you noticed he wore a different outfit. You glanced at Yennifer, who was doing her best not to look over at you. Her face was flush, and her eyes were cast down away from you. Your worries were confirmed. 

“I knew it,” you said. Geralt's eyes flashed with worry, worry that you had figured it out. You stormed out the back door, and Geralt followed after. 

“Y/N! Y/N/N!” he yelled. Your flowy flower dress flowed in the wind as you continued storming off towards the woods, wishing to be with the trees. Soon after, you fell to the ground in the middle of a clearing, hearing and feeling the forest energy.

“Are you alright?” Geralt asked, kneeling next to you.

“You slept with Yennifer didn't you?” you asked, tears in your eyes. “You know I'm nothing compared to her. How could I ever expect to be better than her? You'll always want her…”

“Y/N that's not true” Geralt said, his husky voice causing you to shiver away. 

“Yes it is” you said, power serging from you, rumbling the woods. “I am nothing compared to Geralt, I have less power, less beauty...”

“Y/N! I told her I wanted to marry you "Geralt said, holding your face in his hands. 

“What?” you said. Suddenly everything in you went quiet, including the world around you.

“I told her I wanted to spend my life with you from now on. That she meant nothing to me anymore.” Geralt's words cut through you. Yennifer's downward look wasn't because she was sorry she slept with him, but because she was sorry she tried to and got rejected. You realize that Geralt's clothes were probably because he was tired from the long night of fighting that Yen lent him clothes, not because he wanted to stay.

“You want to marry me?” you asked him, tears in your eyes

“Yes,” he said firmly. 

“I'm sorry…I was…” you stumbled over words. 

“It's okay. Darling i understand” He said kissing your tears away, “I understand why you got there. Why you think I loved her? I don't”

“I know that now” you said slightly laughing, “I love you”

“I know, darling,” he said. He helped you stand and walk back towards that little cottage with your family inside. Yennifer came over and apologized profusely. She wanted nothing more than to be friends and to set up the wedding. She was happy he found someone like you and that she wouldn't ever get in the way. You were happy your worries were not true and that Geralt was the man for you forever.

[geraltofriviacollection]

Chapter Nine

Paring: Geralt x Reader

Summary: Reader is thrown into the Witcher's world. Will she survive?

A/N: Guys we’re are getting to the end of season 2 with two more chapters left!!!! Please enjoy this next chapter. I have not edited or proofread. Please do not repost, translate or copy my work without permission. Please leave comments! ❤️

At some point during the ending stretch to the temple I manage to fall asleep as Geralt carries me there. The first thing I notice when I open my eyes I see a warmly, lit room. I look around and see geralt with his eyes closed sitting in a chair next to my bed. I move the covers as quietly as I can to not wake him so I can sit up. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Geralt rumbles softly. I chuckle reminded back to our first conversation. He opens his eyes and focuses on me. He gives me a slight smile before helping me sit up straight.

“Where’s Ciri?” I ask him as sits back down. 

“Ciri’s fine. She is in the library practicing trying to figure out her first lesson.” He explains. “It took some convincing for her to leave you while you slept.” I smiled at hearing this. 

“How long have I been down?” I ask him looking down, noticing that I am in clean clothes. I look at Geralt wondering if he was the one to change them. That thought has my face feeling warm. 

“Few hours. Blood loss is why you slept so long. How do you feel?” Geralt looks at me and something about his face seems softer now. 

“Tired and sore.” I wince trying to get comfortable again. “What have you found out?” 

Geralt sighs and closes his eyes briefly. “We’re fucked.” He grumbles out. 

“Fairly certain that has always been a given.” I chuckle. Geralt narrows his eyes at me before responding. 

“We can’t help Ciri until we find out what is missing from her.” He sighs leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. I see all the weight he feels in this moment and it tugs at my chest. I lean over to Geralt and place my hand on his arm. 

“Listen, are we a little bit fucked right now? Sure. The bright side is we are fucked together. Being fucked with someone is better than being fucked alone. So we’ll find out what’s missing and then we will be less fucked.” I explain. Geralt looks at me as if I have grown a second head.  To be fair that is not my most eloquent pep talk but I’m running on E right now.  “That’s the best I got right now.” I shrug looking back down at my hands. 

“You rather be fucked by me than fucked alone?” He says. My eyes go wide hearing that and my head snaps up to look at his face alight with amusement. 

“That’s not…. I didn’t mean…” I try to finish a sentence. “You’re not funny. You know that?” I say glaring at him a smile threatening to take over my face. He chuckles and leans back into his chair.  

A chill runs through me just like it did when Triss arrived. A weight comes over me and plants itself in my chest before moving to my head. I suck in a sharp breath at the feeling. 

“What is it? Geralt asks moving to sit on the bed. He places a hand on my arm. I squeeze my eyes shut as the pressure grows. I bring my hands up to my head groaning in pain. Just as my head feels like it's going to pop, the pain stops abruptly.  I open my eyes to see Geralt in front of me. Both of his hands are cupping my face. 

“Are you alright?” He asked me with his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

 I place one of my hands over his nodding yes. I’m still too shaken to speak. He tilts my face to his and his lips meet mine for a split second before the door opens. We both pull away from each other as our heads swivel to the door. 

I feel geralt go stiff beneath my hands as he sees a woman standing in our room. Dark hair and violet eyes, immediately I know I’m looking at Yennifer of Vengerberg. She looks over his face as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing. Then her her eyes roam over to find me in a rather intimate position in Geralt's arms. Something in her face changes from surprise to disappointment. I give Geralt's hand a slight squeeze and he looks back down at me I nod to him. He squeezes my hand before pulling away from me. 

Yennifer eyes shift back to geralt as she watches him stand to meet her. He walks closing the space between them. 

“How is this possible?” She whispers looking at him. He pulls her into a hug. I feel myself tense this time lookin gat the two of them. ‘Don’t like that’ is the only thing rolling around in my head. The embrace which is probably only a few seconds when Ciri comes in. 

“Geralt, I’ve been waiting hours, I want to see…” The words die as she looks at Geralt and Yennifer. They move away from each other. “Sorry.” she says awkwardly moving backwards. 

“Ciri, this is my dear friend. This is Yennifer.” He says. Turning her to introduce to me as well. Yennifer looks at me and I stare back unyielding. 

“You’re Yennifer?” Ciri asks as Ciri walks further into the room walking to me but glancing at Yennifer as she sits on the edge of my bed. 

“And you must be his…Child surprise. But who might you be?” She ask with a tone change I’m not sure anyone else is catching, turning back to me. 

“Just another dear friend.” I say with a smile I don’t feel. She hums before focusing her attention back to Geralt.

“Why don’t we all have dinner? I’m rather famished.” She says looking at Geralt who gives her a small smile. “I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on.” She winks at Geralt. That wink is what sent all the commen sense out my head. 

“That sounds fantastic. I’m starving myself.” I say starting to move. Ciri gives me her hand helping me stand. I feel the room spin a bit. I open my mouth to ask to speak to him alone to tell him not to trust her. That invisible force strains me as it wraps around my throat. 

“Are you sure you shouldn’t rest?” He whispers looking down at me softly. I will myself not to say anything more. I nod before replying. “There will be time for rest later. I want to get to know our new dear friend.” I say grinning. 

Dinner goes by without any hiccups. I find myself likening Yennifer. Under different circumstances I might like her. Hell, I like her now. Trusting her though now that is a different story. Ciri laughs at something Yennifer says. The conversation carries on for a bit before Ciri announces she’s going to bed. 

“This place is a maze. I’ll walk you.” Yennifer offers as she stands.

“No need, I'm going to head that direction. I’ll walk back with you.” I stand quickly. The room spins again Geralt put his hand on my arm to steady me. I watch Yennifer’s eyes track the movement. I smile at him in thanks before moving away and over to Ciri. She takes my hand and we walk back. She helps me back into bed before getting in her bed. We both say good night.  I’m so tired, I’m sleep before my head hit the pillow. 

My dreams are filled with screams of terror. So much hatred and pain. The laughter of a women. Flashes of red light, a hut in the forest, and sand. Women screaming in agony, wailing. I wake in a jolt. 

I hear a tussle in the distance. I try to get out of bed but unable to move, that same invisible force is holding me down. I try to lift my arms but pain erupts, keeping me pinned in place. “FUUUCCKKK!” I scream in pain and frustration. “Let me go!!!” Scream. The pain lifts and I jump from bed, my wounds scream at the sudden movement. I run through the halls closer to the noise. 

A man tackles me to the ground as I see Geralt fighting 4 others. My body hits the floor and take the breath out of me.  He’s got his forearm against my throat. The beginnings of panic start to tingle in my chest before I feel the warm glow begin. I place my hand in his side and push all the energy I have in to that area. I feel a pop and a splat before the man face slacken and he falls on me. I roll him off to see I damn near tore him in half. His blood drips from the ceiling. I stand up panting. Trying not to voimit at the sight when I see a man with a fucked face burning a door.

I run feeling the glow take over my body knowing Ciri is behind that door. I raise my hands and fire just as geralt throws his sword at the man. A portal opens and the fucked face man gets pulled though but not before some of the best I send makes its way in. Geralt glances behind me before moving to the door ciri is behind. 

Geralt stands there speaking words I can’t hear as I make my way to him. The door is still so hot that it’s melting. I look through the holes in the door to see no one is there. 

“Where is she?” I hear the shrillness in my voice. “Geralt, Where is Ciri?!!” I scream. I know shouldn’t be blaming him for this. Everything has happened as it should. This failure is mine. I push him out of the way. He pulls me away from the melting door.  I fight him until he puts me down. I push him away and walk back to the scattered body’s on the floor. 

I turn the corner to see a women stands in front of me with a shaven head in a red dress. She rushes over to me.

“ Are you hurt, my dear?” she ask softly. I look down to see my white dress stained red with blood. 

“It’s not mine.” I explain pulling away from her. I hear Geralt’s footsteps behind me. I turn to see him bend over and pick a coin up from the grown. The woman next to me whispers her failure to the temple goddess.

 Geralt walks over and talks to the woman in hushed tones. I stand to the side looking at the carnage all around. My anger with Yennifer grows. I feel the warm glow of my power getting brighter. Geralt must notice and come to my side tugging my hand and in his and the warmth of power fades. 

“Ciri needs more help than you can give her now.” She say softly walking to us. 

“I swore to protect her!” Geralt growls out. “Nenneke, I will not sit back and wait for something worse than a rouge mage and his aganda to happen to her.”

“Do you believe Yennifer means to harm the girl?” Nenneke ask. The sound of her name and the warmth returns with a fury. I rip my hand from Geralts. 

“I don’t give a good goddamn what she means to do. She took Ciri from us.” I say to Nenneke. I turn to Geralt. “When we find your dear friend, there is nothing that will stop me from ripping that bitches throat out with fucking teeth.”

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[shutuplilith]

the witch and her cottage, part 1 - geralt of rivia x reader

the witch and her cottage, part 1

ciri's pov. (takes place after the ending of season 1, episode 8. yennifer exists in this, but not as geralts love interest but as his best friend)

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"Geralt." "Hmm?" "Where are we riding to, exactly?" "We're going to visit an old friend." With that, our conversation came to an end. For two days already we had been roaming the lands, and if I hadn't been by Geralt's side, I was sure we would have gotten lost long ago. But his presence gave me security, as did Roach, his loyal bay mare, whom nothing could upset. Even if she hesitated once, Geralt's grumble calmed her down. We were approaching the sea. I could hear the sound of the sea getting closer, could feel the salty air on my lips and the stormy wind dancing in my hair and on my face. We left a small forest and arrived at a meadow. Only a few steps later did I realize that we were on a vast cliff. To our right, meadow and forest stretched, unperturbed and endless. But ahead of us, the meadow gradually narrowed. The wind continued to whip in my face and by now we were shrouded in a thick fog. The wind continued to whip, and we were surrounded by a dense fog. Nevertheless, I recognized a small building in the distance. I squinted my eyes and thought I saw light burning in the windows. The closer we got to the house, the more fiercely the wind raged, and Roach also became increasingly restless. " Calm down," Geralt murmured, but this time the mare was not so easily soothed. By now we were in the immediate vicinity of the house. It was a small cottage with many flowers and surrounded by a small stone wall. Finally I understood why Roach had been so nervous. In front of the house and behind the stone wall were several horses. They were staring at us as confused as I was at them. My gaze slid past the horses, and I spotted a young woman standing on the edge of the cliff behind her house. Her (y/h/c) were swirling in the wind, and her hands were moving through the air. We watched her for a while, and finally she lowered her hands, and the storm abruptly stopped. She turned around, and her lips formed a wide smile.

[artemish]

Hello there

I thought I’d make this post because I’m much more active on tumblr these days (this is my fangirl renaissance ok)

About me

background: I’m Anglo-Indian but I call Australia my home. I’ve studied creative writing and my goal is to publish my fantasy novel one day. I like doing creative things and petting dogs from time to time.

sign: Gemini ♊️ (don’t come for me I’m nice I swear (´◔‸◔`) )

fandoms: Star Wars (my first love), Marvel (I’m an og girlie), One Piece, The Witcher, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Bridgerton, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Wheel of Time, anything Jane Austen has touched, (and others I can’t remember but you’ll see turn up here)

other things I’m a fan of/like: All things cinema and TV, fashion, art, literature, nature, dogs, sweet things, lilac, certain YouTube commentary channels I binge, crocheting

My writing

Sous chef - opla!Sanji x reader

Part 1

Part 2

Writing ideas:

Continue with Sous chef series

Kanthony fic?? (Cos I’m obsessed with them)

More Sanji fluff (there’s never enough)

(Also a spicy Sanji dream I need to write down 👀)

1700s One Piece au?? Golden age of pirating au??

A very specific book Yennifer fic

Might dabble in Loki stuff again idk

💡 I’m open to suggestions, prompts and ideas, but I obvs will not write everything - only things I have clear ideas for and time for 💡

[astrid-sama]

When they're jealous (the witcher one shot)

Gerald:

It would become even more somber and irritable than usual. He would cast deadly looks at anyone who tries to talk to you. If he thinks you've indulged in flirting, he won't talk to you for at least a week.

Calanthe:

She would pretend not to be jealous even though in her head she is thinking about how to make the nobleman who dared to flirt with you pay her.She would be very proud when you push back the nobles. As soon as you were left alone, she filled your neck with hickeys so that everyone knows you are hers.

jaskier:

He would sing songs about how much he loves you in front of everyone so men know you're already in a relationship.

Tissaia:

Outwardly she might not seem jealous but in reality she is treating herself from killing the man who dared to try to flirt with you. It would threaten the man never to get close to you again if he doesn't want to die.

Yennifer:

She wouldn't be jealous, because she knows she is far superior to anyone who's flirting with you.

(Il post c'è anche in italiano sul mio profilo)

[stargirlfics]

Okay I’m fussy and horny lol but can you imagine yen and Geralt spanking you and punishing you ? Ugh I’m dying -👉🏼👈🏼

YENNIFER AND GERALT? I beg everyday lord

They both have such strong personalities and dominance to them you’d be so ruined for them and willing to take every punishment cause you wanna be good for them but it’s also fun to push them to this point

Why do I feel like Yen would be so good at degradation, she knows you’ll come undone the second she starts telling you how upsetting it is that you’ve been a brat because with her and Geralt there are rules and you are theirs to play with, not the other way around. I can totally see her making you feel so small and getting you worked up and needy with just her words alone

Then Geralt is more with the physical aspect, more hands on and rough with you, showing rather than telling you that he’s annoyed with your disobedience. His grip is bruising yet makes you whimper at the same time because you’re so turned on, you just want them both to ruin you and make no mistake about it they will

[onthepageoftears]

anyone want to send in some witcher imagine prompts?? I’ve been working on a Jaskier x oc story but I feel like writing some imagines. 

If you have any Jaskier x reader or Yennefer x reader ideas, send me a request!

[caitlinsnicket]

˚꒰ how they kiss you {the witcher preference}

╭・characters; geralt, yennefer, jaskier

┊ warnings; maybe some typos, just fluff

╰・ a/n; i might make a part 2 of this to add more characters, i haven't decided yet. feel free to interact with it as you wish, if you’d like to support me, here’s my ko-fi.

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| geralt

he tries not to lose himself in your kiss, because he still believes that he shouldn't feel anything. but he can't pretend for long, and soon he's a hurricane of feelings and touches. he's desperate to feel that you're real, and that you're not going away.

| yennefer

her lips work like a warm river against your own. she sneaks her hand inside your clothes, along your hair and on your face, while taking you far away with her magic. she cherishes your touches as well, and melts whenever she feels like you're being careful with her.

| jaskier

like the wings of a humming bird. he's cheerful and teasing and happy, and you can feel how much he is in love with you. it feels like his songs, wild and loving and exciting and brilliant. he's always playful, like he's dying to see your smile.

[cosmos-coma]

By Another Name - Part 2

A/N: The much awaited and requested part 2! Sorry it’s been a bit! there's been a lot of staff training and then I got/have Covid so its been a ride.. anyways enjoy!

Pairing: Geralt x reader

WC: 774

Warnings: gn!reader (no pronouns), unbeta’d, mild language

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The tears glossing your eyes threatened to spill over and made your vision bleary as you walked out into the night, hardly a light to guide you save for the moon shining pitifully down on you. The urge to yell, vomit, and sob swelled and swirled in your head with each intake of breath. “Fuck!” you swore loudly as you stubbed your toe on a rock that, in the heat of the moment, you don't remember being there.

“Y/n…. you shouldn’t go out alone at night… and without light at that.” came Geralt's ever-reasonable voice behind you, along with soft following footsteps. You fucking hated it. 

“Fuck what I shouldn’t do, Geralt!” you yelled, whipping around and pouring all of the pain from both your foot and your heart into your words. “You know what else we shouldn’t do? We shouldn’t fuck Sorceresses! We shouldn’t ask a djinn to TIE YOU THROUGH FATE. How’s that for ‘shouldn’t’, Asshole?!” The tears filling your eyes broke their way past your lashes and finally ran down your face. The bitter and salty taste of tears hit your tongue and lips almost as if to rub in the misery.

Geralt sighed and slowed his pace behind you as he came up closer, leaving a few steps of distance just in case. “ Y/n, what is this really about..?” he asked, even voice just like always. 

Angry and sad tears just kept flowing as you plopped yourself onto the ground, legs laid out in front of you in a frustrated and tired manner. You sat in silence for a minute as you tried to put your nebulous thoughts into something tangible.

 “Why…” you started, eyes drawn to the ground in.. Anger? Sorrow? Tiredness? You weren’t really sure anymore. “Why do you miss her..?” you asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Why do you miss her when you're with me..?”

Geralt’s eyes softened in the moonlight as his shoulders slumped, an unusually heavy sigh coming from him. With quiet steps he came closer, pausing to give you an out before moving to  sit beside you. You hated the way his warmth pulled you in right now but loved the security it made you feel. 

Letting out a heavy shouldered breath he began, “I don't miss her, Y/N… well, maybe I do. I’ve never been good at figuring things out where Yen is concerned.” he started, beginning to  ramble by a witcher's standards. “But I don’t miss being with her. I think… she’s just familiar,” his hand extended out to yours, palm up in an invitation.

Watching him slowly open up this part of himself made you soften a little, and without too much hesitation you slipped your hand into his. Anger still smoldered deep in your core, but was quickly fading as you dwelled on the feeling of his hand around yours.

“I spent so much of my time chasing her around and doing whatever she asked that I just… never realized how little she would to do for me in return.” his detailed eyes watched your hand slip into his, the perfect fit, as the cool touch of your fingertips keept him in the present. “ I was expendable because I was a witcher, everyone knew I would be fine…. But you don't treat me like that. You tell me to be safe on every contract I go on. You check over my wounds every time I come home to you. And you never hesitate to tell me you love me..” He kissed your knuckles and finally looked back up to you. 

Wiping your teary eyes, you could finally see Geralt's small smile facing you. “Oh, Geralt…” 

“You’re the change of pace I didn’t know I needed. So, please don't think I miss her when I'm with you. I think I’m just… still moving past that time…” your witcher finished, his words tinted with a touch of shame that you couldn't help but feel guilty for inciting. 

The embers of frustration and anger had completely subsided now and you flung your arms around him, head burying into his neck as you clung tightly to him. “I’m sorry Geralt… I- I know I kinda overreacted earlier. I was just… I think I was hurt at the thought that you might want more than I can offer, someone fascinating and powerful… But I'm really glad you opened up to me with this.” you said, continuing to nose into the crook of his neck, breathing in his subtle earthly aroma. “I love you so much, my white wolf.” 

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now lets get you back inside...”

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Taglist: @writingmysanity @open--till--midnight

[captaincherrie]

Stay a Little Longer

Pairing: Netflix!Lambert x Y/N!Mage

Summary: While the Witcher’s fight Voleth Meir at Keir Morhen something unexpected happens, leaving everyone a bitter taste.

Prompt: Im not a lot of people’s favorite person

Warning: Blood, Major Character Death, Fighting, EMOTIONAL LAMBERT?????

A/n: So i was very nervous to post this, but with the a little support from @sumska-vjestica I finally got the courage to do it. 

This is completely Netflix based, no details from the books or game

Comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated

!Let me know what you think!

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You’re a mage, a powerful one at that. You stayed at Aretuza with Triss and Yennefer, as you trained your chaos. As expected, they quickly became your best friends, together you could do everything, laughing, crying, gossiping, they were your sisters. Once your education was finished you got send of Temeria with Triss to join King Foltest’s council. You grew as a Mage and counselor, but after the battle at Sodden Hill, you changed. Once a cheerful young Mage, was now broken and bruised by the losses she had witnessed.

To cheer you up, Triss invited you to join her as she visited Keir Morhen after Geralt asked her to come help with Ciri’s magic. You’ve been helping with Ciri’s training, together with Geralt, Triss, Lambert, Coen and Vesimir. Ultimately finding a home after all the restless nights, was something you desperately longed for, and finally you found it

That’s where you first met Lambert. His sparkling eyes and contagious loud laugh were the first things you noticed when you stepped into the room.  As his eyes found yours, you knew you found something unique, something that would make you feel joyful again.

Seeing Lambert in his stress-free inactive state was something Y/n never got tired of. His wild red hair spread on the pillow, his strong arms wrapped around you, the intoxicating smell he gave off. Many nights the two of you lay like this, adoring each other’s presence without speaking a word. Admiring his face from the side, you gave a happy sigh.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Lambert questioned with a raspy voice.

“I’m just very happy here,” you smiled. “I never believed I’d feel like this again, and now I found some of my favorite people.”

Lambert turned on his side, facing you. Cherishing your cheek with his thumb, he gave you one of his lovesick grins.

“You are incredible, you know that? You make me want to stay here, to build something with you, with my favorite person, it’s all I want now.” He whispered endearing.

“Really? Or are you just saying that because of that little show I put on an hour ago?” Y/n countered sassy.

“Although I must admit it was very entertaining, love. It’s not that, I just feel so warm inside all the time when I’m with you. Never felt like this before.” He murmured, his heavy accent almost making it hard to understand.

She beamed, kissing him softly. For hours after that you talked with him about the plans you two had for the future. Completely tumbling asleep, after a perfect night with kisses, plans and something more in the arms of the protective tall Witcher, gave you such a serene feeling.

It all seemed so peaceful, so perfect.

Then how the hell did you end up here?

-

Having Vesimir storm in Lambert’s room in the middle of the night, woke you up in an instant. Before you knew it you were dragged to the rooms of other Witcher’s, their throats slit. Since you had healing powers, you were asked to try and heal them, but it all came too late. Their bodies already icy, blood seeping through their pillows.

Not half an hour later, the whole building changed into your worst nightmare. Something had happened to Ciri, and all the remaining Witcher’s were now armed and transformed. You stood beside Lambert in the main hall, seeing a Green-eyed monster in the body of a girl you learned to love like a daughter.

Seeing Ciri possessed by Voleth Meir wasn’t something you ever thought would happen. You knew about Voleth Meir, the teachers at Aretuza told you the tale, but never once did you think it would come so close.

Trying to fight the monsters Ciri conjured out of a portal took all your attention. That was until you heard a scream coming from another hall. Looking at Lambert, he gave you a nod. Running towards the scream, you gave one last blast to the beast Lambert was fighting.

What you discovered was a young boy, his insides all over the floor with a big Snake-like being standing before him, made you realize you had to act fast. Reciting a spell, you thought would knock the beast out, didn’t do much but trigger its already terrifying reaction. All while trying to get to the beast, you heard Geralt’s voice, he was finally back. You sighed with relief, chanting another spell throwing the creature into a wall.

While the beast had difficulty standing up through the rubble, you had kneeled in front of the boy. Nevertheless, just like the other Witcher’s, you had come to late. His injuries fatal, a tear slipped past your cheek. Suddenly a rush of anger came through you like lighting, grabbing the sword the boy had laying next to him you swung it at the creature coming at you, almost decapitating it. However, the animal was too fast, and you merely left a scratch, only provoking it more and more

“Yenn! No! “You heard Geralt yell after a while. His voice far in the distance, not knowing what happened as you were still fighting the beast. Turning around with worry for Yennefer, something struck you.

It all happened so fast; you could barely comprehend what happened. Looking down, your gown was turning red as the monster retracted his claws from your abdomen. Placing your hand on the wound, the world came crashing down.

It felt like you lay on the ground for hours, red coating the floor around you, why was it getting colder? You tried to scream for Lambert, for anyone that could hear you, but it all came out like a whimper.

-

As Lambert stood watching Ciri, Yennifer and Geralt falling through the portal, he realized she wasn’t there, as did the others.

“Has anyone seen Y/n?” Vesimir questioned.

Lambert gazed at him, “She left my side half an hour ago, I haven’t seen her back since.”

“Alright everyone, let’s find Y/n! Quickly! Vesimir barked.

While everyone left the hall to search for her, the trio returned from the portal, looking around confused.

Suddenly a sound came, it was indescribable, booming like a pained creature. Not knowing what happened they made their way to the sound. Seeing different Witcher’s ran by, something had to be wrong, but how could it now that Voleth Meir was gone?

-

There she was, her once long, beautiful, soft hair now wet by the blood that had gone from her body. His legs gave away under him when he reached her, holding her body close to his own.

“Lambert?” She sighed.

“I’m here, dove. I’m here” He soothed her.

Y/n looked up at him “Is it over?”

“Yes, i- it’s over, you did so good.” Lambert faltered, tears falling from his eyes.

She tried to grab his cheek, but the vision was getting too blurry. Lamberts big hand grabbed her smaller one, holding it against his cheek as he leaned into her touch.

“My love don’t cry, it doesn’t hurt now I’m with you.” She whispered at him.

He let out a painful laugh, kissing the palm of your hand. “Please stay with me. We will heal you; it will be done fast.” He looked up, searching for someone around him. “VESIMIR! YENNIFER! TRISS!”

She let out a shush, “Lambert, they are not here. It’s okay, you’re okay, now I am too”

He eyed at her. Her beautiful skin losing its glow, magic was leaving her body with the blood he so desperately tried to stop. It didn’t work, she was dying in his arms, and he couldn’t do a thing.

“You know, what you said the other day. I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person, but I got to be yours. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, even if it wasn’t for long.” She whimpered, struggling to breathe between her words.

Lamberts eyes burnt with tears, “No! No! This is not over, don’t say your goodbye”

Hearing the footsteps of others near, he looked up. Her cold hand still in his, he squeezed it, hard.

“I- I wish I could stay a little longer” She grinned up at him.

When he understood her speak those words his head shot down, but her bright soul had left her body. Letting her hand fall he let out a painful roar, like a wounded beast. He brought her closer to his body as he wept over her body.

-

As everyone gathered around the scene, they looked with shock at what happened before their eyes.

“Y/n! No! Y/n!” Ciri shrieked as she tried to run towards the pair, Geralt stopped her. She buried her head in Geralt’s side, while they stood among the crowd.

Vesimir stepped towards Lambert, putting a hand on his shoulder. Lambert let out a painful cry, making Vesimir pulling his hand away.

“Leave us be,” he murmured bitterly, “I just want to stay a little longer.”

[silver-manticore]

Part 1

The curse had been broken, the spell undone. The ugliest man alive re-emerging as not a man, but Elf. An Elven mage in search of Cirilla as were we, before the Hunt could catch up to her. 

My short time in knowing Ciri from her times at the inn, as well as saving my life had made me committed to repaying my debts to the Ashen-haired woman, as well as our brief romantic trist...I had been found by Geralt, whom had familiar silver hair, piercing eyes, and a similar medallion to my dear friend, I practically begged him to allow me to tag along with him. In our first encounter he declined, in our second I inquired if he knew a female witcher with beautiful green eyes... and from then on he was interested in having me go along with him on his quest, after some time on the path with Geralt, he came to be in possession of a strange looking creature only referred to as "Uma". 

Upon my first meeting with Uma, I saw him to be a sweet and innocent creature. The journey back to Kaer Mohren was a long and arduous one, thus we took breaks as needed and aided locals, while Geralt handled the monsters with his silver blade, I would assist at a safer distance with the crossbow. It helped that I was a practical medic for the Witcher as well as a decent cook, he seemed less regretful that he was bringing me along for those reasons. 

It was fortunate that we both liked to be hygienic as well, I was given the opportunity for frequent baths and warm cots to sleep upon, though often I would be sharing the room with a snoring Witcher and the staring Uma. Often this creature looked at me, sometimes with a dopey smile and other times I saw a glimmer of something else in his gaze, as if he had become a different person altogether. During the nights which I was curled up comfortably on the second bed, which I thankfully slept alone on, I would catch Uma looking at my form laying in bed...I was at first a little creeped out by the behaviour, but I took it as him being unaware that it was rude, I honestly was too weak in the heart to scold him for he had suffered greatly as well as being jeered at while on the path. I would often keep him on my horse Mellon to relieve Geralt's mare Roach from the added weight of two, as my Stallion was well adept to handle much more with his age and muscle double that of the young horse. 

Uma was an innocent creature in my eyes, thus I felt no shame in bathing the poor thing, though he seemed a little sad when being helped, I realized why this was as Geralt told me it was someone under a terrible curse - of course he only told me this after I had bathed alongside the being, thinking he was merely a child-like monster. I nearly shrieked down the tavern in embarrassment of showing every inch of my naked body to another human, not knowing any better. 

It took weeks to get to Kaer Mohren and I had taken a liking to Uma, despite knowing that he was a cursed man. He listened to me better than he obeyed Geralt, and I couldn't help my bleeding heart for caring about him after I heard how Uma had been treated at the Bloody Baron's place, so, I took to holding his hand to make sure he wouldn't run off and get hurt again - it was a practice that I had become so used to, like I was to the presence of both Uma and Geralt on our journey. 

(Present)

I was saddened to see Uma get carried away by the Witchers, I felt like a worried mother when his large eyes looked and me, blinked, then smiled before being led to the laboratory to have his spell broken by Yennifer of Vengerberg, Geralt, and the old witcher master, Vesemir. I practically begged Geralt to allow me to be present in the grand hall. He knew better than anyone how attached I had become to the creature and simply grumbled; 

" (y/n), it's not going to be a pretty sight...don't interfere. No matter how much Uma seems to be in pain. He could die if anything goes wrong, especially from someone trying to help, understand?" 

I nodded and promised that I would leave it all in Geralt's hands now. 

Fortunately there were things I could help out with, such as helping to mop the floors clean with the boys after they scrubbed it down. 

Yennifer: I shall also need wiping down. 

Eskle glanced between myself and Geralt, he looked uneasy with the cloth in between his large callused hands, gently I pulled the cloth from his fingers as he protested to Yen. 

E: "Maybe Geralt oughta- oh thanks (y/n)"

Y: "I shan't bite either of you two, and I would rather not reek of vomit anymore."

I hummed in agreement and helped the Sorceress by gently wiping off the sludge against her lovely black coat, after this I elected myself to stand with Geralt and Yen, dabbing a sweet scented cloth to Yennifer's forehead as she perspired from keeping the spell active for hours. The scented cloth and the perfume pouch attached to my hip masked the smell of Uma's vomit, with the smell of wild strawberries and Roses. 

Geralt: Well, it doesn't smell horrible anymore, but I think the scent is putting Yen to sleep. 

Yen: I'm just...resting my eyes Geralt. 

Geralt bemusedly gave me a look of "sure" before he snarkily replied "That's called Sleeping." 

She only sighed and glanced between my now smiling face and Geralt's slightly amused, mostly concerned expression. 

"Well, do either of you have a method of keeping me awake, perhaps telling me a story, Geralt, (y/n)?" 

We two thought for a moment before I glanced at Yennifer again. 

"Would you like to hear the story of how I met Ciri?" 

Geralt: We've already heard that one though? 

(Y/N): Yes yes, the factual version that told you where she was heading, but not the full story with all the unnecessary details you hadn't the time to hear. 

Yen: Well, then tell us now 

I regaled to them the tale of Johann, what's his name, and his satchel of coins I was sure were a bundle of rocks. With fists flying askew and during my time of danger being rescued by the Ashen-haired woman we all sought to save now. 

Geralt: "Well- now that's a story. A really interesting one too" 

He chuckled a bit thinking of the tavern the way I had so vividly described it in my tale. 

Yen: One question though, what were you doing in that tavern in the first place (y/n)? 

I paused for a moment before sighing softly, 

"Well...I was to meet someone in that tavern, but they never showed up - my former financial backer who just up and vanished one day. Thanks to Ciri I didn't go empty handed at least, I got five new Gwent decks that day." 

Geralt seemed to be mulling over his question before asking "Know what happened to the guy?" 

I simply shrugged "maybe he got in with the wrong crowd in Novigrad? He was worth a lot of money, so it's fair to assume he had a lot of enemies."  

Yen: You two chit-chatting is putting me to sleep again- 

Geralt: "Then how about another story, ever  heard about the time I took Ciri ice skating?"

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I bit my lip in anxiety and fear, watching Uma endure this painful ritual, even leaping to my feet during the last part wherein Uma screamed out in pain, to which Geralt let out a bark at me to "not come any closer!" Reluctantly causing me to sit and watch this torturous ordeal...until it finally happened, Uma began to glow and in place of the Uma I came to love, was a Elven man I did not know. With Ashen-Blonde hair and deep, penetrating gaze, ones that gave me a slight shiver to lock eyes with.

His voice was deep and melodic, as he was weakened and laying on the wooden table. Without another thought I took out my sheepskin canteen and rushed over as soon as the Elf finished speaking, putting it to his pink and lush lips. 

"Drink" I said in almost a hoarse whisper to the man, his clouded gaze looking up at me for a few moments, before his hand came up, laid upon my own on the bottle - and he gulped it down with haste, the ritual dehydrating and exhausting him. He soon fell back unconscious and Yennifer who looked thoroughly exhausted was still stabilizing the incantations over him. 

Y:  "If only you were a Witch's apprentice (y/n), I could relieve my ever aching arms." 

"Oh- I'm sorry Yennifer..." 

Y: "Well, I can test your affinity to magic later. If you're still up to it, I'd appreciate you sticking around as my assistant while I try to fix the damage the trials have done to him."

She nodded gently towards the man Geralt said "was no friend of his", the Elven Sage Avallac'h. 

Geralt glanced over to where I was and then to Yennifer. 

"I could use her on path Yen, I'm supposed to be gathering allies, she has a knack for getting people to do what she wants..." 

I looked between Yen and Geralt as they each had the expression of "she's going with me", which of course put me in a tough spot. 

Vesemir spoke up to save me from their bantering with simply "Enough both of you, whatever decision she makes is her own. Whether she goes on the path with Wolf, or stays here with us, it's her choice to make, not yours." 

I felt like a deer in the middle of the road, darting to and fro to escape two predators both on either ends of the path, one a white wolf, the other a black bear. I simply inhaled and stated my answer, weighing the options of staying and caring for Avallac'h or going to save Ciri with Geralt. 

"I know I came here to save Ciri, but I feel like I'd only get in your way Geralt. I'll give you letters though, to my allies that owe me favours, they'll join you with my written words alone. I'll help prepare the welcome party from here." 

I really did want to go, but I knew I wasn't strong enough to take on the wild hunt, not yet at least and…inside, I felt a twinge of fear, a dark voice in the back of my mind whispering: 

'what if Ciri doesn't want to see us, she's busy trying to run for her life…remembering us is but an afterthought.'

Geralt nodded slowly, getting used to the idea, but he did look a little sad about it. Maybe he too had gotten used to having company while travelling afar, but he also knew that taking a young girl with him while the wild hunt grew ever closer - may prove difficult. Protecting both Ciri and the lass could be fatal, thus Geralt resigned to the choice made by his one time travelling companion. 

Yen: Well, that settles it. Come my assistant, help me to get Avallac'h to drink more fluids as you did before. Then you can go ahead and write to your heart's content so Geralt can go on his way. 

  Geralt: When you're ready, I'll be waiting near the main entrance. 

I nodded to both Geralt and Yennifer, then taking up another canteen of water, carefully went over to the Elven man, he was what was called an Aen Saevherne, what the Aen Elle called Mages. I knew this only from the stories my mother spoke of, regarding the Elves, she was of course the most knowledgeable person I knew concerning that topic. Gently I brushed his soft locks away from his face, causing his baby blue eyes to flutter open. 

Softly I spoke to him. "Hello again, if you'd be so kind as to drink some more water, I'd appreciate it." There I held the lip of the bottle close to his, though this time around his eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps uneasy with my warm and friendly exterior - perhaps he did not remember me...the others did say he sustained brain trauma, though they were unsure how bad the damage truly was. 

To ease Avallac'h's distrust, I took a swig out of the canteen, gulping down one mouthful of fresh mountain water before looking back down at him.

"See? Not harmful Avallac'h. Will you trust me on this?" 

He hoarsely whispered something to which I came closer, placing my ear very close to his lips to hear him utter "fine..." 

I just nodded and pressed the bottle to his lips, his hand touching over mine like before, yet with a small grip to his hold, and he drank his fill, simply moving his head to indicate where he was finished with it. 

With the Help of Lambert and Eskel, the weak Elven sage was transported to one of the rooms within Kaer Morhen for further treatment and recuperation while the work on the Witcher fortress continued. My duties had also increased, but not by much. I had volunteered to cook and assist Yennifer with treatment of Avallac'h, which came as a relief to the Three remaining Witchers, though I had not known of it at the time until they expressed it when Yennifer let me go to the mess hall to eat and rest.

"Thanks (y/n)"

I was surprised for just a moment as I looked up to see Eskel, taking a seat across from me.

"For what my dear Eskel?" 

At the term 'my dear' I had the utmost pleasure of seeing the Witcher look flustered, almost a shy look on his well-worn features and rugged face.

"Ah…well…I -" 

"He's trying to say thanks from freeing us from being Madam Sorceress' personal slaves."

Chimed in an enthusiastic Lambert, who walked in with a few bottles of ale into the main hall. Eskel huffed a sigh and sat down finally and I could only smile between the two dark-haired men.

"Is that so? Well, you're quite welcome Eskel." 

I mused at his little smile and the way Lambert was eyeing us, as I took a bite from my sandwich filled with delicious wild mushrooms, sweet peppers, and some slices of cheese melted down into a delectable substance between the toasted bread.

"Though- I don't see why it's so horrible working for Yennifer. She's definitely…strict, but she does have manners- at times." 

Lambert: "Just wait till she gets the idea she's going easy on you, she'll have you hunting forktails and getting her potion ingredients next." 

[redskull199987]

I will think of you every second we spend apart

Cahir x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Blood, a little bit steamy at some points

Summary: You had already given up hope but with the help of an old friend, you finally manage to see your Lover again...

Masterlist

I blinked away the tears as I felt bruises form all over my body.

I was about to meet Jaskier here. He was an old friend of mine and he wanted to help me escape to Cintra, but he didn't show up and so, I ended up in an alley and being the elf I am, I was beaten up by some guards, who spotted me sneaking around.

A foot collided with my stomach and I felt blood spill from my mouth. Another foot met my chin and I was turned onto my back. I looked up and saw the grinning faces of the soldiers.

"This is what you get when you sneak around, pointy ears!", One of them shouted and spitted on me.

I only coughed in response, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

"Elf scum", the guard to my left mumbled. He leaned down to me and pulled out his dagger. He slowly let it glide over my cheek, cutting only millimeters deep, but it burned like hellfire.

I groaned, feeling the blade touch my throat.

"It's over", the soldier whispered.

I closed my eyes, but the pain didn't came instead, I heard someone start singing.

"Burn Butcher Buuuurn", A male voice sang. He came closer and closer.

The soldiers turned round, leaving me behind.

"Oh come on my friends. This elf is not worth it. Come, come! Drink and eat with us in the tavern", he said.

The soldiers didn't think long, as they quickly followed the person into the tavern.

I tried to get up, but my body wouldn't let me. I felt my cheek burn from the cut and my mouth tasted like iron.

I just stayed on the ground an tried to calm my breathing. As I looked up into the sky, I started to slowly loose consciousness.

I heard footsteps approach me and a person calling my name, but I could only make out silhouettes, before my eyes finally closed.

 

"Come on, Darling. You need to get up", he whispered into my ear.

I groaned:"But I don't want to."

I watched Cahir turn around before he leaned himself over me, carefully kissing my neck.

"You know, I have to get ready for work and you have to find Yennifer", he carefully kissed my cheek, "You know, she can help you improve your Magic"

I sighed and grasped his face:"I know my dear, but she'll most likely be in the company of Geralt of Rivia and that bard who wrote the song about him. I heard they travel everywhere together"

A chuckle left Cahir's lips and some strands of hair fell onto his face, when he leaned down.

I carefully brushed it behind his ear, before pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

A deep groan left his lips and I grabbed an handful of his hair, only deepening the kiss.

I felt his tongue ask for entrance, but I decided to tease him a little so I kept my lips shut. Cahir didn't seem to like it.

He chose to attack my neck instead, leaving dark purple bruises on his path.

I moaned and craned my neck only giving him more access.

Cahir looked up into my eyes. His lustful gaze

pierced through me and I felt a shaky breath leave my lips.

Cahir's icy hand brushed my thigh. I groaned, pulling him in for another kiss, finally granting him access. We fought for dominance for a few seconds before I gave in. I felt Cahir's hands grip my arms and pinning them aboth my head. A grin formed on my lips.

"I thought, you had to get ready for work?", I asked, before another groan left my lips, when I felt Cahir's errection press onto my inner thigh.

"This is my way of getting ready", he whispered into my ear,giving it a short nibble.

A loud bang on the door caught us both of guard.

"Your presence is needed, Cahir", a deep voice shouted, before we heard footsteps faint again.

I sighed, laying back down, as I watched Cahir getting up and putting his clothes on.

"I don't want to leave", I mumbled and stood up to look out the window.

The sun had just started to rise, illuminating the countryside.

I felt Cahir coming up behind me. He was in full armor now. He leaned down to kiss my shoulder.

I sighed and leaned against him.

"We will meet again soon, I promise", He mumbled and took my hand.

I turned around and layed my hand against his cheek. He leaned into my touch, before I leaned forward again, giving him one last kiss. This one was different though. It was passionate, yes. But not im a sexual way. It stood for all the following nights we wouldn't see each other. All the sunrises and sunsets, we would spend apart. All the lonely days, each of us would be spending thinking about the other, before we would finally meet again.

"I love you", Cahier whispered against my lips, his hot breath grazing my cheeks.

I smiled:"I love you too, more then anything else in the world"

I felt his hand slip away and immediately I felt cold.

Before he left the room, he turned around and gave me one last smile:"Until we meet again"

"I will think of you every second we spend apart", I finished sentence.

He smiled, before finally grabbing the doorknob and leaving the room.

I locked back outside. The room felt cold now.

I felt this coldness again now. I was laying in a bed, but all I could feel was the cold.

I've never felt warmth, since Cahir and I parted that day. I never saw him again.

I met Yennifer and Geralt, along with Jaskier, which was the reason why I asked him to help me now.

When I opened my eyes, I looked into the curious face of none other then Jaskier the bard himself.

"Are you alright, my friend?", He asked and helped me sit up.

He handed my a cup and I immediately downed its contents. I felt the liquid burn my throat, so I assumed it was alcohol. Something, I could really use right now.

"Thank you, Jaskier. You really saved me out there", I mumbled, giving him a weak smile.

"Nonsene!", He said, "It was my fault you ended up in that situation in the first place and just because I was late. I am truly truly sorry, my friend"

I put my hand on his shoulder:"Jaskier listen it's alright. And believe me, it's so good to see you!"

He chuckled and leaned forward, giving me a much needed hug. I smiled, before we parted and Jaskier handed me another cup:"Here, it's whiskey. Drink up and then rest!"

"Alright, Doctor", I grinned and downed the drink in one sip. I felt the alcohol slowy heating me up before I layed back down.

"I'll wake you up, when it's time to leave for Cintra", Jaskier smiled and patted my shoulder.

"Thank you, Jaskier", I yawned.

"Oh thank me later, when we reach our destination", he mumbled.

I woke up to indistinct voices, talking in the other room. I knew, one belonged to Jaskier, but the other...

It couldn't be, could it?

I jumped up, ignoring the stinging pain, in my leg and sides and sprinted into the direction of the bar.

I stumbled through the door and I couldn't believe my eyes.

Right there in front of me was no one else, then Yennifer of Vengerberg herself.

"Yennifer", I whispered.

"Y/N, is that even possible? ", she asked.

I laughed and ran towards her:"It is! IT IS! It's really you, I can't believe it"

I gave her a bone-crushing hug and I heard Yennifer laughing like she hadn't laughed in an century.

"Oh, Y/N. It's so good to see you", She said, grabbing my shoulders, "Tell me. Who beat you up like that?"

"Thank this lad, over here", I chuckled, pointing at Jaskier.

"Guilty", he hissed.

"Seems like, I have to teach him some manners"

My breathing stopped. Could that be?

Yennifer stepped aside and I saw a hooded figure enter the bar.

A light brown beard adorned his soft features and I saw his long hair, when he took of the hood.

"Cahir", I whispered.

"My beautiful Y/N. Didn't I promise you, we would see each other again?", He chuckled and held out his arms for me.

I charged at him and jumped up into Cahir's arms. His arms encircled my waits and he gave me the biggest hug of all hugs, while his loud laughter rumbled through the tavern.

I slowly leaned my forehead against his, Yennifer and Jaskier lowly chuckling about the scene in front of them.

I grasped Cahir's cheek and he leaned into my touch, as he did so many moons ago.

"Until we meet agin", I said.

"I will think of you every second, we spend apart", he finished.

I crushed my lips onto his in a quick and heated kiss. But in that few seconds, I finally felt the warmth engulf me again. That warmth, I only felt when Cahir was around. That warmth was enough to let me forget all the cold and lonely nights, I sat in front of my campfire, thinking I would never see him again. All the pain, all the slaughter, was forgotten.

I could finally hold him in my arms again and that was enough.

For now.