Imagine that Aerion accidentally summons you, an ancient sorceress from Old Valyria, one who was cursed with a nature similar to his and one of the few who managed to survive the kind of magic he keeps dreaming about.
He keeps you his little secret. Introducing you as a priestess from his latest exile travel, and you let it because, as much as you feel like a kindred spirit with the foolish boy, he was not the reason you answered his call.
You feel a pull towards someone else. Someone who carries his immeasurable strength with quiet dignity, someone who would be honourable enough to fight for a lowly knight against his own kin because it was the right thing to do. And you might call him a fool for it too, but you don't get to curse anyone but yourself when you run away from the crowd, let the flames consume you, and you step in to save Baelor from the cruel, untimely death that you have just witnessed in a flame a few minutes before it would come true.
And now they all know, for the first time in a long time, there's a living, breathing dragon in Westeros. Fortunately, no one but the mad prince knows it's you.
ʚɞ In which you, a notorious evil sorceress, convince Wonder Woman to date you.
Part 1: The Date
pairing: Diana Prince x sorceress!reader
word count | 776
tags: first date, banter, enemies to lovers
Pt. 2 | series masterlist
The long-awaited date had finally come. You were dressed in all black with a scowl permanently etched onto your face. This whole thing was absurd, you thought while watching rain splatter onto concrete.
You stood tall, shoulders back like you were off to war. The lights of the fancy restaurant that Diana had picked flickered over your form. By no means did you ask out the princess of Themyscira because you liked her.
No. That would be ridiculous.
The plan was simple. What was humanity's biggest flaw, the thing that could bring kingdoms down?
Greed. Love.
It was the cause of weakness, festering like a disease and making you act like a fool.
Diana was strong-willed, but weak in the way she loved so easily, risking her life for unworthy mortals.
It was utter nonsense to you, but it worked in your favor. For you would infiltrate the justice league by using love. You had to bite back a cackle as Diana walked up.
She was the embodiment of elegance even in casual clothing, and bitterness clung to your tongue. But, alas, you needed her to like you.
“You look nice,” you said dryly, leaning back onto a wall. Her eyes narrowed, form tense as she waited for you to probably stab her in the back.
Your lips twitched up a fraction. Not yet.
“You as well,” She said curtly, acting like she did not want to go on a date with a villain. To be fair you did threaten civilian lives if she refused.
You didn’t wait for her as you walked into the restaurant, heels clacking against the floor like a ticking time bomb. She followed stiffly, eyes trained on you. The waitress steered you to a table by the window.
“I was going to portal us to Spain but this will do,” you tell her.
She raised a brow, “no powers.”
You sighed and looked through the drink menu, you were going to need it. “That’s a stupid rule princess, but fine.”
“We are in public as civilians. You cannot use your powers,” She looked at you pointedly.
“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered. You told your order to the waitress without giving her a glance, and leaned back. You had noticed how Diana’s eyes lingered on your form, and you could see the conflict brewing within her.
“So…does poison affect a demigod?” You asked. She snorted unconsciously.
“Is this your idea of a date? Asking me if you could kill me with poison?”
“Just wondering,” you grinned. “But if you want me to behave, you just have to ask, or preferably beg.”
Diana looked at you, exasperated, and took a sip of her drink.
“Only you would ask that of me,” She did not sound irritated, to your surprise, she sounded amused.
You nodded, “and after that you shall endorse me as earth’s sovereign leader.”
“You’d get us all killed,” She deadpanned. You smirked against the rim of your glass and then took a sip.
“What good is the end of humanity to me? I’d much rather use humans as my eternal servants,” you retort.
The waitress brought the food out. You watched as Diana smiled kindly at the woman and thanked her. Your bottom lip protruded out slightly. You couldn't help but be irritated by her behavior.
Diana noticed you were pouting and said, “Some of us are kind.”
“I’m kind.” You huff. “I’ve restrained myself from causing mayhem as you so rudely asked of me— you hadn't even begged.”
“You are the most insufferable magic user I have ever met.”
The look on your face was priceless, lips parted, eyes wide with a glint of violet, and head tilted as if this was by far the most offensive thing you’ve heard. Diana had to innocently eat her food to hide her smile.
“The most!?! Constantine and Circe–hell, even the enchantress–” you were cut off by her laughter, which had you faltering.
Your face flushed. You were not sure if it was because of how much you liked the sound of her laughter or because she called you worse than John Constantine.
“Stop that,” your eyes narrowed.
Her laughter eventually faded, yet lingered in your head like an annoying song. She was still smiling as she looked at you, her defenses had been broken by your genuine disgust.
You scowled, “next date I get to choose what we do.” You pause and add. “As punishment for your disgraceful comment.”
“You know, you remind me of one of my friends’ 12 year-old son–”
You portaled away before she could insult you again, leaving behind nothing but the faint smell of ozone and a smiling amazonian.
Hello! When is the next part of first times coming up? Anyways, I love your fanfics sooooo much <3 thanks for making this community so much better 🫶
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First Times Ch 5: Higher Level of Involvement ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!& Sorcereress!Reader
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Warnings: NSFW, ANGST, smut, loving and intimate sex, strap-fucking (R receiving), enchanted strap, Sorcery(R), mistress kink, praise kink, first time penetration for reader, kissing, tears, unhappy cliffhanger, etc.
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“I’d like to do something new with you today, my Dear…” Larissa hummed, “not intense, but a level up. I’d like to take care of you today, Darling.”
You shuddered lightly at the prospect of this new, mysterious thing.
“Yes please, mistress…”
Larissa hummed in satisfaction at you using the correct term.
“Already off to a good start with your manners, sweet girl…” Larissa purred.
Larissa then stood up from her desk chair and walked over to your sitting frame. She lended you a hand, which you happily took, as you stood up, flush up against the tall, blonde.
“To the bedroom…?” She seductively hummed.
You bit your lip and nodded.
“Please mistress…” you whimpered.
Larissa took you by the hand to her private quarters.
“Your mistress is going to take such good care of you, my darling…” she cooed, closing the door to her bedroom behind you.
With the morning all to yourselves, you two took your time undressing each other. The blondes hands caringly caressed your frame, slowly removing each article of clothing. You did the same, unzipping the woman’s dress, letting it pool on the ground. Both your undergarments were next to go, then leaving you both standing in front of each other, nude. Larissa guided you to the back of the bed until you fell backwards onto the mattress.
“Wait here, love.”
“Yes mistress…” you whimpered.
Larissa then disappeared into her closet for a while, before coming back out. She was adorning a purple 6in strap. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched at the sight.
This certainly was a step up…
“Color, Sweet girl…?” Larissa lovingly checked in.
“Green Mistress.” You confirmed.
“Good girl…” Larissa cooed, now crawling onto the bed.
She easily guided you into the middle of the bed, spreading your legs, only to reveal your slick cunt. The blonde then reached over to the bedside table, and she grabbed a bottle of lube. This relieved the tightness in your chest a bit. She applied the lube onto the faux cock generously, before placing the bottle back on the nightstand.
Larissa then positioned herself above you, lining her dick up with your aching hole.
“Wait…” you muttered, suddenly being hit with an idea.
“What? What’s the matter?” Larissa quickly and concerningly asked, pulling away.
“No no, it’s okay…” you reassured her, pulling the blonde back to you and her cock back against your entrance, “I just had an idea…”
“Oh…?”
You then muttered a spell underneath your breath.
“I enchanted it.” You breathed out with a grin.
Larissa’s eyes widened and her throat went dry. And without another word, she began to push into you. You both groaned out in unison, Larissa being able to feel your walls with the strap-on enchantment and you being new to the feeling of being so full.
“Oh my… Oh—” you choked out in a mix of pleasure and pain, as the woman slowly filled your tight hole.
“Breathe, sweet girl, breathe…” Larissa caringly whispered, “The pain will subside, I promise…”
You did your best to take deep breaths. Your hands clawed against the blonde bare back, as your whole body pulsed in pleasure as the woman’s dick finally bottomed you out. Larissa stayed there until you gave the go ahead. You felt so fucking full, but there was aching pain in your core that needed subsiding. Larissa let out a low groan at how your walls were fluttering around her dick.
“I… can you… move mistress… please…?” You stuttered.
Larissa nodded lovingly as she began to slowly pull back and then back into you. Your breathing was staggered and your cheeks were flushed red. Low groans fell from both your lips, your skins slapping each other slowly.
“Such a good girl… taking me so well…” Larissa praised you, fucking you into the mattress slowly and lovingly.
It felt intimate…
It felt loving…
It felt vulnerable..
She continued to thrust into you, speeding up just a little bit, making you whimper and breathily moan out even more. Her sounds got louder and more lewd as well.
“This alright, love…?” Larissa breathily groaned.
“Yes yes yes, mistress…!” You breathily chanted, “please so good…!”
At one point, her thrusting slowed back down again, eliciting a whimper from your lips. Larissa met your gaze with care and dare you say— love…?
“I’d like to swing your left leg over my shoulder, sweet girl… Would that be alright?” She breathed out, struggling to string her words together, as her mind was so far in the pleasure of fucking you.
“Yes please, please mistress…” you panted.
The blonde then hooked your left leg around her shoulder and began her thrustings once more. This time, her dick was hitting a whole new part of your throbbing cunt. More mewls and moans spilled from your lips. Larissa was pushing you and her both closer and closer to the edge. A few more slow, intentional, deep thrusts from the blonde, brought your right to the edge. And Larissa herself right alongside you.
“Sweet Girl, I can feel your walls fluttered like mad around my dick…” Larissa breathily moaned, “Wanna cum for your mistress…?”
You nodded vigorously, screwing your eyes tight shut and scratching up the blondes back even more.
“Wanna cum…! Wanna cum mistress please…!!” You pleaded.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart… And cum for me…”
Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of the blonde goddess above you. She sent you over the edge. Her heavy breathing… Her glazed over, caring eyes…. Her trembling lips… Her luscious, cascading, platinum locks…
You came with sweet cries, licking your legs around Larissa’s waist, as she fucked you through your high. She started to slow down afterwards, but you stayed connected to her, shaking your head.
“Want you to cum…” you breathlessly mewled, “inside me… please mistress…”
Larissa’s eyes widened and she gulped. She wanted nothing more. And how could she refuse you… So, the blonde continued to thrust into you, about to reach her high.
“Make me yours…” you pleaded, “Wanna be yours mistress please…!”
Larissa’s breath hitched. Back to what she had deflected earlier. Commitment…
“Are you sure, love…?” Larissa nervously whispered.
“Yes yes yes, please I’m yours, take me…” you whimpered, pleading to the blonde with your eyes.
But before Larissa could get another thought in, she came with a guttural moan. You moaned right alongside her, seeing the blonde in such ecstasy above you. The blonde collapsed beside you, panting heavily and stunned, trying to process everything that’s happening. Silence took the room, before Larissa began,
“Darling I—”
“I can’t just be the servant to your mistress…” you breathed out, interrupting Larissa.
Larissa gulped. You sat up and looked over to the blonde.
“I’m sorry, but that’s not who you are to me. I… I don’t mind the pet name during sex, but you mean more to me than that outside the bedroom…” you admitted.
Larissa sat up as well, still adorning the strap, meeting your gaze with pursed lips and a slight blush. She sighed. She had to ask. Ask the question she’d been avoiding the answer to.
“What do I mean to you then?”
“I’m… I’m not sure… But it’s more than just sex…” you whispered.
Larissa gulped. She looked away.
“You’re a student and I’m the headmistress… I shouldn’t have started this in the first place… It’s evident that with feelings around, this should be ended… I’m sorry…”
What…?
A wave of emotions washed over you. Anger. Sadness. Fear. Betrayal. Loss. Your eyes began to water. You had to get out of here before you started crying.
“Fine.” You muttered, getting up and quickly putting on your clothes.
You were gone in a matter of minutes. And that’s when the guilt hit Larissa. She’d fucked you and then left you high and dry. She hadn’t helped you out of your sub-like space. She hadn’t cared for you afterwards. She’d just fucking deflected again. She’d been a fucking coward. And now you were gone.
What had she done…??
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Chapter 6 ~Work in Progress… (Happy ending coming, I promise!!!) 😚
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sorceress!reader is a mage who went to aretuza, but politics did not suit her. As such she took what she learned, magic wise, and left to the countryside. she now has a cottage/chalet where her and her friends can rest and be hidden off the map from the multitude of wards and protections she has around her chalet. sorceress!reader still practices magic but only practices water magic. geralt needs a place for him, ciri, and jaskier to stay after a long few days and she offers her stronghold. she plays host for a few days, and practices in between hosting. one day ciri finds reader practicing on a rock, in the middle of the river that runs by readers home. geralt sees ciri admiring reader and admires her as well. ends with ciri learning readers water magic/waterbending and jaskier having a new song about a dame who coulld part seas and make the waters bend to her will.
"Ciri! Come!" Geralt gruffly beckoned the girl. They had been on the road for weeks, or even months, and they just went through another rough monster hunt that didn't pay much.
Geralt had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind after the third underpaid, overworked contract he took. Especially with trying to train Ciri in between contracts and outings, it was getting rough. Jaskier being with them made things easier because he was great at distracting Ciri when she needed to be. By the fourth contract, Geralt's body was begging for a rest... and he could think of only one place safe enough to hold both him and Ciri under the same roof.
Waterhaven Chalet
A mini castle that his friend had bought long ago. It was surrounded by wards that make it imperceivable to the naked eye. It was also protected by the most powerful sorceress Geralt knows. Y/N. There was no doubt she could protect the three of them plus herself.
They had met during a monster hunt of Geralt's. It was a simple Water Hag, but the monster had proven to be... quicker than most. Probably because it had fed more. Geralt still killed the Hag, but at the cost of what he was certain was his own life.
Of course... Destiny had other plans.
You stumbled upon him as his vision was starting to darken and he could no longer keep himself in this sphere of existence. You had manipulated the waters to carry him back to your home where you nursed him back to health, sharpened his swords, refined his armor, and got him a new Roach. A pitch-black mare. Fitting for a man who carried the scent of death with him wherever the White Wolf went.
Geralt went on his way after you nursed him to health but promised to return when he needed to.
And now he needs to. Ciri trudges after the man while Jaskier strums his lute to try and bring up Ciri's spirits. Geralt rides his pitch-black mare named Roach and leads the way to Waterhaven Chalet.
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"Where are we going?" Jaskier asks, trying to stay hopeful that Geralt isn't just dragging them around the forest aimlessly.
"A place to rest," is all Geralt says before continuing to walk. Ciri was getting tired, so Geralt put her on Roach to rest.
"It's not winter... Are we going to Kaer Morhen even though it's not time yet?" Ciri, using her wits, tries to press Geralt of where they are going by backing his logic into a corner.
"A Witcher never has only one card up their sleeve, Ciri. Remember, the Witcher carries steel and silver swords. Why would we limit our options?" Geralt continues walking before looking around, checking for a sign that they might be close.
He finds one, embedded in a stone in the river that he has been following for the past 4 hours. Three rolling waves on wavy lines surrounded by a circle. The Chalet's crest. He was getting close to the border.
"OOH! Shiny!" Jaskier said, picking up a blue stone with the Chalet's crest from the forest floor.
"WHO DARES ENTER MY HOME?" A deep and booming, disembodied voice comes from nowhere. Jaskier screams and drops the engraved crystal.
"It's Geralt! I brought a couple of..." Geralt looks at the jumpy teen who had her sword out with a stone-cold face, and the frightened grown man who looked like he might piss himself, "friends."
"Oh no! Why didn't you say so earlier?" A soft and pitched voice still disembodied speaks. A woman wearing purple, and blue appears from thin-air and picks up the crystal that Jaskier dropped. She dropped to her knees at the edge of the river and held the crystal in the running water before imbuing with her magic and burying it once more. Deeper, this time.
"Well, I do believe introductions are in order, but let's get you cleaned up first." You open a 'door' in the barrier that showed your home, the Waterhaven Chalet. Geralt, Ciri, Roach, and Jaskier all made it through before you shut the 'door' on the protective wards.
Ciri was in awe at such a beautiful place. Jaskier was concerned and curious. Geralt was smirking. Roach wanted some apples and hay to have. Finally, a decent meal.
As you walk down the path, you turn to look back at the group. "Well, come on! The soup will burn! Its already sunset!"
Geralt smiles, chuckling and shaking his head before walking with Roach in tow. Ciri hopped off the back of the horse and started running to you, giggling and chatting, before taking off down the road to the house. Jaskier was walking slowly, taking everything in; hoping he won't happen upon a magical landmine.
Geralt takes Roach to the stables, and holes her up there before entering the home.
"Geralt! Wash up and then come eat! Its savory potato soup!" Your voice rings through the greenery and fills the air with familiarity. He smiles and taps his boots like you showed him. He once stepped foot on your floors without tapping his boots. He still sweats thinking about the memory.
He goes to the basin that is near the door, and washes his hands, scrubbing with the rough stone to get the dirt out of his hands. He dries his hands on the towel you keep near.
As he enters, he sees you gently stirring the enormous pot of soup. He stands there in peace, seeing Jaskier and Ciri play fighting with sticks through the window.
"Did you tap your boots before you walked into my home, Geralt?"
"Of course. I shiver at the thought of what might happen if I don't..." Geralt hesitates to say her name, "Y/N."
You pause. "You remembered." You keep on stirring the pot, ensuring nothing burns.
"How could I? The first time we met, you tried to kill me." Geralt sat down, probably in Jaskier's seat, seeing as a pint of blackberry-honey mead was already there.
"You intruded on my land. It's only fair to kill a trespasser who is as strapping and capable as you." You shrug as you continue to stir, smelling the soup. "Ciri! Jaskier! It's time to come in!"
The two looked at each other, nodding in agreement, before racing for the door, tumbling through it. They almost leave the dirt mat before you speak: "If you don't tap your boots and wash your hands, you will be meeting the monsters alone tonight."
The two freeze before taking a step onto the floor. Geralt chuckles, taking a drink of the mead.
They tap their boots and wash their hands in the basin. They then go to their seats, Jaskier pouting that Geralt stole his seat. You laugh and shake your head, gathering another mug for his mead. You grab the bowls and scoop the soup for all of them.
"For tonight, my specialty, Savory Potato Soup. It's got potatoes, carrots, cream, cheese, bacon, and onions. So very yummy." She hands everyone their bowls and sits next to them. Your cat, Kore, brushes up against everyone's legs as she gnaws on the chicken carcass that you left for her.
"Thank you..." Geralt thanks their host before the other 2 nod and continue wolfing down the soup.
"Eat it slowly. You'll burn yourself, choke, or both." You nod as accepting their thanks.
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One day, you walk around and grab all of your dirty laundry. As you plop it outside at the washing station, you shake your head and goes inside with a basket on your hip.
As you knock on Jaskier's door, Geralt walks down the hallway. "Oh, Geralt. Do you have any laundering that needs to be done? I'm doing some right now and thought I would do everyone's."
"Yes. I'll have it outside the door when you walk by it again."
"Thank you, Geralt." The hunkering man walks away, leaving deep sounds to echo in the hall.
Jaskier opens the door. "Hey, Jaskier. Do you have any laundering that needs to be done?"
He looks mortified. "Good god, woman. Don't tell me you're going to be doing everyone's laundry!" You shrug.
"Well, in that case..." Jaskier hurries off to get his laundry, clearly not affected anymore. Jaskier comes back and plops it in the basket on your hip. "Thank you, Y/N!"
"Anytime, Jaskier!" You walk off towards Ciri's room, where it seems Geralt had visited. Ciri's laundry was already in front of her room, and as you were walking past Geralt's room once more, you could see his laundry in front of his door. You silently thank the man and put the laundry in the basket with everyone else's.
When you have everyone's laundry outside, you look to the clearwater stream and do a few movements to pull a stream of the water towards you and into the bucket that you will be washing the clothes in. You do a little happy dance and washes everyone's clothes carefully and thoughtfully.
Once you finish, you hangs everyone's clothes on their own wire, so as to not confuse anyone's clothes. Not that they could.
Geralt's were enormous. And always an off-black shirt, black pants, and black everything. Perfectly comfy to wear around the house...
Ciri's clothes were smaller than the others. She also had mismatching pants and shirt. Her pants were a deep blue, almost black, whereas she had a green shirt, stained by rolling around in dirt and grass.
And Jaskier's clothes were almost gaudy. All in varying colors and still dirt stained but hidden within the crevices of the snakeskin pattern and metallic bronze-gold shirts. The one normal shirt he had was 2 or 3 sizes smaller than Geralt's and off-white instead of off-black.
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It has been a couple weeks since the group has come to Waterhaven Chalet, and you can feel it.
You can feel it in the routine of the group. Ciri training with Geralt as Jaskier sits outside with his lute. Geralt tends to Roach and Ciri takes a bath. Jaskier comes in and helps make dinner to the best of his abilities. It always ends in a laugh, and always at someone else's expense. Once, Geralt got flour in his hair and Jaskier joked that he could pass for blonde.
You can also feel it in the stagnant energy. As much as you have been wanting to, you haven't used your magic in a while. You can feel the dust settling in corners that are normally swirling with energy and the wind that used to flow through the windows, but now seems to avoid them.
The wonderful routine this group has is silently killing you.
You put on a pair of pants that have slits down the sides and a shirt that covers your top half without sleeves or any straps. You walk outside, putting your hair out of your face, and to the stream. You walk along the bank of the stream until you come across a spot where it widens. You notice a rock in the middle and touch you foot to the chilly water, turning it to a patch of ice. It continues as you walk to the big boulder in the middle, and you sit onto it. As you sit, you listen to the water. The splash of a fish. The gurgle of water flowing in small spaces. The rocks tumbling with the flow of the water.
Once you finally find peace, you slide down the rock and walk back to next to the Chalet. There is a small clearing of trees next to her for easy access to the stream. This...
This place... will be her peace.
As soon as a bird chirps a specific note, your body finds the flow. The flow of the water around bigger stones. The flow of the fish that swim around your feet. They aren't biting you or anything. Just swimming downstream. The sounds of the wind rustling the green leaves.
As Ciri goes out to talk to Roach, something catches her eyes. She sees water swirling around. Almost like a whirlpool... or just the lip of one.
As she approaches, she puts her hand on her sword. Ciri has no idea who or what this is. What can make water behave this way.
It could be a mage... But what's a mage doing on the grounds of Waterhaven?
It could be an elf... but no elves have been said to possess the abilities to control any elements of the world, other than Chaos.
Geralt looks on from afar, in his window, only seeing the occasional flick of glinting light from the water. He smiles and turns away from the window.
Ciri continues on, not knowing what might await her at the stream. She sneaks up on the thing, trying to get a good look at it without making herself obvious.
"Having fun peeping?"
Ciri just about yelps before Geralt puts a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
"You know... she hasn't felt right. She does this every day. And because of us, she's missed doing this for weeks. Leave this to her." Geralt guides Ciri's head to just above the brush so she can see you.
Great and powerful you.
The woman who took care of them. The woman who washed their clothes and refilled their baths. The woman who fed them.
The one who laughed with Jaskier.
The one who made Geralt smile.
The one who showed Ciri all the things a mother or older sister would.
As Geralt and Ciri are crouched, making no noise, they continue to watch you do what you do best. Magic. The water seems to glow around you and flow along your arms as you dance with the stream, never tripping, never swaying, never second-guessing.
Until someone makes a twig snap.
It all happens so fast. Geralt pulls Ciri to the ground and grabs Jaskier by the ankle, pulling him down just before a spike of ice impales him.
"You should show yourself... It will only be worse if you hide." A deep and frightening voice carries through the trees. No footsteps could be heard and nothing living could move.
When people talked about a force of nature, they talked about you.
Geralt slowly stood, followed by Ciri and finally Jaskier. They could all see you as you were prepared if there was a threat.
You are surrounded with a ring of water, ice spikes in a circle around you, and walking on the water. Your eyes were surrounded by darkness and glowed blue. When you walked, your hips swayed as though walking on stairs.
Immediately, you let go of the ice and water, letting yourself back into the stream. Your eyes no longer glowed, and the highlights of your face came back. "Oh! I am so sorry! You have no idea how many mages try to slip through the wards."
"You are so cool!" Ciri's eyes seemed to light up at the display of power you contain.
"Whoa... The Lady of The World..." Jaskier seemed to already be planning a song.
"Whatcha cookin'?" Dick asked, leaning on the counter and watching you grind herbs in a stone mortar.
"Dinner," you tell him, smiling a little before you lean over to kiss him hello.
"Dinner dinner or some weird love potion you're calling dinner?" he teased, brushing a sweat-dampened lock of hair off your forehead.
"You'll have to eat it and find out I suppose," you hum.
"Smells good regardless," he chuckled, shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it over the couch. How he wound up with the last living descendant of Morgan le Fey in his kitchen, he would never know. If he were feeling romantic, he'd call it destiny. But realistically, it was probably dumb luck.
Dumb Luck and dogged persistence.
"I'd hope so," you snort, "I've been cooking all day."
"Special occasion?"
"Boredom," you sigh. "The days are short so the Dragons are out en masse."
Dick made a soft sympathetic noise. A princess in your own right, exiled from your kingdom for the crime of refusing to kill in a trial by combat- trapped in a world not your own. Pressed in on all sides by iron and ignorance. In another time, long before you were born The Dragons; witch hunters, would have just been an inconvenience. But Now? Even in Gotham they were deadly. And there were always more around a solstice. He doubted you'd been outside all week. It meant meals that could rival Alfred's and a spotless apartment- but a very unhappy Sorceress.
You didn't complain, not really. But your eyes, the curious, enchanting eyes that had drawn him to you first when he noticed the way the colors shifted- had been the same dark grey of storm clouds for days- barely lightening to even the pale lavender he'd first seen.
"Maybe tomorrow I can take you to find some new fabric? Or we can go make friends with the Ravens in the park," he tried.
"Maybe," you allow. But when you don't look up from your mortar and your cooking pot, Dick knows. You'd seen them.
He'd never seen them. But. He'd seen you fight. Teeth bared. Sword in hand. A blur of magic and Fury. Facing down rogues and monsters without flinching. If it was enough to make you hide indoors, kept safe behind your wards- then it was something horrible, what they had in store for you.
