Hi! Can I request Yennefer of Vengerberg + Yellow Flicker Beat by Lorde? Thank you!!
Summary: When Yennefer meets you at the tavern after years, she's surprised to see how much you've changed.
A/N: This was pretty hard because I fought with making up a good plot for like half a day, but I think it turned out fine in the end :) Not my best work, but I followed the song pretty good.
NOT THE SAME KINDS
You had changed. Yennefer saw it long before she met your eyes — the loving and kind spark that was once there was now cold and made of stone.
She hadn’t seen you for years, even though you had some kind of a romance back when you both were in Aretuza. She had heard you had since gone through loss and grief, but she still didn’t expect you to look like this. It was a complete opposite from how she remembered you as.
She still smiled as you saw her, but your expression didn’t change, which made Yennefer’s smile die out. Even her, you looked at like you didn’t care. You hadn’t parted in a fight, it was a hug and you wishing her good luck with a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
She had missed you, but it was clear that you didn’t care about seeing her.
She tried to tell herself it didn’t matter. People changed, she had too, but somehow she didn’t think you would change.
Still, she made herself sit down at your table, making people quiet down for a second, as if everyone was surprised she sat with you. You didn’t lift your gaze to her, didn’t greet her, paid no mind to her.
“Hello,” she greeted you.
You didn’t reply, just took a gulp from your tankard.
"I heard things had been hard," she said.
"Mm."
"But you don’t have to talk about it."
You glanced at her. "Okay."
She looked at your hands. Full of scratches and old scars, the hands of a monster hunter. You seemed to notice her staring at them, and huffed.
“Someone has to take care of villages when Witchers are not around.”
Yennefer knew something about the rumours, a pack of werewolves attacking the village you grew up in, slaughtering everyone. She didn’t know the full story, but it told a story of its own of how you ended up like you were right now.
“You’re good at it?” she asked after a moment. “The hunting.”
You grunted. “I have enough motivation to keep fighting them and to stay alive.”
Yennefer dipped her head slightly. “I’m sorry, about the village.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“It still eats you.”
Silence again. Your thumb stroked the wood of the tankard, before you took another gulp, and put the tankard back down, the hollow sound upon hitting the table signalling it was now empty. You called the barmaid over and slipped a few coins to her, before putting your back over your shoulder again.
“Are you staying in town for long?” Yennefer asked, and you sighed.
“Until I get the next job.”
She spoke before she could stop herself. “Can I join you?”
You paused for a moment, before narrowing your eyes. “Don’t you have your master to serve?”
She shook her head. “He’s dead.”
Your eyes wandered over her body slowly, before took in a deep breath. “Fine. But you have to keep up.”
“That’s not a problem.”
You left the tavern together, and Yennefer hoped that your relationship would grow again. Maybe not to romance, but at least friendship — get you to talk, have that kind, joyful spirit of yours emerge again, have the joyful flickers of light dancing on your face. Gods how she missed your smile, and would do a lot to see it again. And maybe you would one day grant her that.
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Do you have a favorite witcher character to write for that isn’t Geralt or Eskel (since they are already the most popular characters I see written for on here)
Outside of Geralt and Eskel i write for:
Lambert
Yennefer of Vengerberg
Triss Merigold
Keira Metz
Ciri
Jaskier
Emiel Regis
The 9 of them will always be featured in mulit character HC
I can also include Coën, Vesemir, Zoltan, Veron and others if requested (∗˃̵ ᵕ ˂̵∗)
geralt raises his head, propping up an eyebrow at the young student standing in front of his desk. a teenager with short-cropped hair, bright eyes, and just short of average looks eagerly at the white-haired man.
"hm?" geralt responds, gently closing the copy of a midsummer night's dream he'd been revisiting. the book was assigned to one of his older students, and geralt was trying to make an effort to be more helpful with english coursework. he generally leans towards history; the battles and blood of it all.
"my chromebook.. um, it stopped working. i don't really have the money to replace it.." the student mutters sheepishly, down-turning their head. geralt smiles softly, gesturing for the device held in the students hands. they eagerly hand it off, letting geralt inspect the machine with squinted eyes.
geralt generally isn't very fond of technology and its place in learning. call him old fashioned, but the feel of pen-on-paper made for a much more focused learning environment. he tries to push his students towards handwriting if he can- coupled with the small budget the majority of students have, and the fact that the schools the majority of his students come from refuse to supply replacements; its an easy decision to stick to handwriting.
yet he understands that handwriting is not for every student. some, like the child in front of him, simply do not have the dexterity and muscle stamina to do such a thing. turning the device over in his hands, geralt sighs, propping it back on his desk and meeting the nervous student's eyes.
"it doesn't seem like a lost cause. I'll take it to the IT technician and have it checked out by them."
the student visibly brightens, smiling thankfully at geralt and nodding profusely. "shit, thank you so much Mr. Rivia! i really appreciate it."
geralt simply hums, indicating his head to the door. the student hurries away, yelling one last "thank you!" as the door closes behind them.
as soon as geralt hears the door click, he leans back in his chair, resting his head in his hands. he really doesn't want to contact the IT manager; the organization he works for goes through them like candy and it was never the same face each time. but he promised his student, and geralt never goes back on his promises.
the call comes late afternoon. your work ringtone blares against your ears, headache already forming as you move to pick up the phone. rubbing your face with your hands and groaning, you slide to answer the call, pressing the cracked screen to your cheek.
"IT," you speak, voice drained. the voice on the other end is low, husky in a way that makes your stomach turn with heat. not now, you scold your own arousal, listening to the man on the other end of the call as closely as you can.
"this is geralt from khear moren education," the man introduces himself, and you can't help but hear the tiredness in his voice that you're sure matches your own, "need to ask about a broken chromebook."
"you've come to the right place," replying quickly, you open the calender on your work laptop and flip to the next day you have free. "if you need in-person service, i have as early as tomorrow open."
"..mhm," geralt hums affirminlgy after a moment. you can't help but exhale in relief. at least you'll get paid a few more hours, if nothing else. "works for me."
"good, I'll pen you in for tomorrow at four in the afternoon, then." you respond, noting it down in your calender. "anything else I can do for you while I'm here?"
the line goes silent for a moment, the man seemingly paused in thought. "do you have the time to checkout my work laptop? it's been.. acting funny," he asks, and you detect a tiny hint of shyness that makes your stomach flutter embarrasingly.
"course, I can do both during that appointment if that works for you."
he hums reassuringly, pausing to tell you the address of his workplace. you note it down, entering the date on your calendar.
"great! I'll be there tomorrow at four PM."
"..see you tomorrow."
the day passes in a monotonous haze, assignments and clients blurring together in your mind. all you can focus on is the appointment scheduled for the following day with geralt; his rich voice and low cadence making your heart flutter. he carried an air of suave mystery about him, never letting go of too much information and brusque in his words.
you perk your head up when the door opens and jaskier enters, his usual cheeky smile on his face and an unexpectedly cheerful step, a coy expression hinting at some tomfoolery afoot. "i've heard tell of a date between my favorite technician and the history tutor."
you groan into your hands, placing your elbows on your knees and sinking into the chair. jaskier sneaks his way beside you, pressing his hands onto your shoulders and pinning you in place to prevent any attempts at escape. "do tell me how that came into place."
"it's not a date, first of all," you correct, swatting at jaskier's pawing hands to no avail. "i'm helping him- geralt, that is- with one of his student's chromebooks. nothing romantic." jaskier frowns at your explanation, disbelieving.
"you should put yourself out there, yknow," he chides, moving behind you and extending his arms dramatically in front of him, "single in your thirties, isn't that a little sad?" you swat at him again, and he dodges easily. "besides, geralt is a perfectly fine man. dense and blunt, maybe, but you're also.." he trails, leaving you to fill in the gaps.
you scoff, offended. "i'm not dense. blunt, definitely, but dense is too far." internally, however, you silently agree with his assessment. you wouldn't know romance if it hit you in the face with a bowling ball. "also, aren't you also single?"
"and that's enough from you!" jaskier yelps, spinning you in your chair until you face him. he leans over you, hands steadying himself on your chairs armrests. he looks determined, a hint of something deeper in his expression. concern, maybe, or pity. "this'll be good for you, i promise. the two of you are so similar, eralt is practically your other half."
he leans back before you can swat him away again, a triumphant smile on his face as you really consider his proposal. a date, you think, with a man your stomach was in knots for juat hours earlier. maybe he's got a point- or a freak sixth sense for romance.
"i'll let it play out, jaskier. no promises." you compromise, and jaskier nearly jumps for joy. his movements quicken, leaning down to press a friendly kiss to your cheek, causing you to blush slightly from the gesture.
he hums, patting your shoulder before turning to leave. "i promise you won't regret it!"
profession: horse trainer, part-time tutor at a school for lower-income students (ciri’s recommendation)
background: grew up orphaned under vesemir’s care at his farm after being abandoned by his mother there when he was an infant. learned to ride and knew it was what he wanted to do. competed until a freak accident which caused him to go partially blind. adopted ciri after being told by vesemir to go out into the world. legally his daughter after adopting her from the foster system.
cirilla riannon-rivian (ciri)
age: 17
pronouns: she/her
profession: student
background: orphaned after her mother pavetta and father duny passed in a car crash. fostered by geralt and eventually adopted to become his legal daughter. wants to become a teacher like her dad. unaware of her grandparents existence.
julian pankratz (jaskier / jules or papa by ciri)
age: 28
pronouns: he/they
profession: musician, music teacher (volunter) at geralt and reader's workplace
background: born in a small town to two mothers, clarisse and carmilla. homeschooled until high school, where he joined the theatre club and decided to become a playwright. his mothers were extremely supportive, even when playwright-ing didn’t work out, they encouraged him to foster his musical talent. played a gig at his local queer club and was an instant hit; now has his songs played on the radio and settled him and his mothers in the city.
yennefer vengenborough (yen by triss)
age: 32
pronouns: she/her
profession: artist
background: grew up poor and in a large family until she was taken by CPS because of poor home environment. taken in by trissaia and met triss there. put herself through college and makes a living selling her artwork; dark paintings of the horrors of womanhood and her struggles with infertility. married to triss and adopted a son named dara. met geralt through jaskier and is close friends with both, although partial to geralt as jaskier annoys her.
triss merigold-vengenborough
age: 30
profession: nurse at a children’s hospital
background: grew up in the foster system and aged out at 18. lived in the shelter run by trissaia until she was able to get her nursing degree. married to yen.
calanthe riannon
age: early 60’s
profession: calanthe is retired due to chronic pain (was a surgeon, developed severe arthritis)
background: ciri’s biological grandmother. was told ciri passed in the car crash that killed her parents and thus does not have contact with her until her. lived in the same town as jaskier’s parents and is friends with his mothers. married to eist.
eist tuirseach-riannon
age: early 60’s
profession: big-name lawyer.
background: ciri’s nonbiological grandfather. married to calanthe months before ciri’s parents passed.
roach
geralt’s old lady cat. maine coone. hates jaskier. loves ciri and only sleeps on her bed.
reader
age: 30
pronouns: he/him
profession: IT technician at geralts school, volunteer at his local cat rescue
background: wanted to be a writer but decided he wouldn’t be able to financially support himself. decided to pick up IT since it was his second choice. works at the same school geralt volunteers at and was introduced to him there, helped by jaskier. wants to pursue writing and is good friends with jaskier
