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Chamomile - chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Daily Stroll

The ground was soft as Y/N walked leisurely through the forest. Sure it was said that a horrible monster was roaming about it and women had been snatched up constantly this month, and maybe she should have gone during the day but it didn’t stop her from taking her daily stroll. Y/N picked some flowers she found along the way, putting them her satchel that contained other various herbs and plants she found.

As she ventured further into the forest, she spotted some chamomile growing by the cliffside.

This is will be perfect for Anita's insomnia.

She collected what she needed from the plant, then sprinkled some of her own made fertilizer of crushed marrow around the plant so it would grow bigger and hopefully become a regular bush Y/N could depend on.

When she was done, something shifted in the wind.

The wildlife has gone still.

Fuck.

Y/N quickly put her satchel strap across her chest and tightened the buckle. She rolled the leather from her boots she had pushed down so it now covered her lower thighs.

At least that’s a bit of protection from, whatever it is.

She darted through the woods, trying to make the least amount of noise. There was a bit to travel through but Y/N prayed that she could at least get to the large opening that usually had bonfires being tended to.

As she ran, something to her right made the ground start to tremble with each step it took.

Shit, shit, shit! What on earth is this thing?!

Just as Y/N saw the break in the tree line, one giant tremor in the ground made her trip over a branch that had fallen due to commotion.

There’s no way for me to make it in time, time to face this… thing head-on.

Y/N flipped over and grabbed her sliver sword attached to her belt. It had been a gift from her father before the fire.

The motion happened so fast, but it was in slow motion to Y/N. Right as she flipped over and held the sword at her chest ready to defend herself, a ghoul jumped right on top of her, and the sword went directly through the beast, killing it instantly.

Thank the gods this is sliver.

Y/N took a shaky breath and tried to move the beast off of her.

It didn’t budge.

Oh, come onnnnnn. First, I somehow kill this thing, and now the thing keeping me from leaving because it's too heavy. Gods what a joke.

It was 3 hours before a miracle came through. Y/N heard something coming from the woods towards her. Not knowing if it were friend or foe, she kept still. But then, the ghoul started to move and Y/N had second thoughts if it had died.

What she didn’t expect, was to see a white-haired man standing over her with the look of confusion on his face.

“Um, hello?” Y/N said, trying to determine if she needed to keep her sword pointed out or finally be able to drop it after so long. “Did you, kill this ghoul?” The man asked, with quite the look of uncertainty on his face.

“Well, uh, sure looks like it to me.”

The man stood there for a moment looking at her and then the beast. Y/N took the moment to stand up, wipe her face of its blood, and check her bag. Thankfully, the vials she had collected didn’t shatter when the monster had fallen upon her sword.

“You actually killed this thing?” She rolled her eyes and huffed. “Yes, I did. I didn’t mean to but lucky me it decided to take a nap on my weapon.” The man made no notion at her sarcasm but continued to study her and the beast.

“I’m Y/N, could I happen to have the pleasure of knowing your name perchance?”

“Geralt of Rivia.” The man finally said.

“Well, thank you for removing the ghoul off of me, Geralt of Rivia. I’d been there for about three hours before you had come along.” Y/N’s eyes lit up and she scrambled to find her smaller dagger along with an empty vial and a pouch.

She then kneeled before the beast and poked a hole into the neck, cutting the artery and sticking the vial up to the wound.

“What are you doing?” Geralt asked. “I’m collecting some of…” She looked down,” his blood to see if it could be useful in some of my rituals.” “Rituals?”

“I’m a Wiccan.”

Geralt only grunted. Y/N then opened the mouth of the dead creature and cut out quite of few of his teeth, popping them into the pouch and tying it shut. She then turned to the burly man before her, “I’ll tell you what, since you got the beast off me I’ll share the bounty with you if you carry the head back to the pub in town with me.”

He took a moment and nodded, pulling his sword out and with one swing, cut the head from the body. He took a bag that was attached to his person and rolled the head into it.

“Ready to go?” Y/N asked. Again, his response was only a grunt. The two set off towards town with only the stars to light the way. They crossed through the field opening were the once lit bonfires had been snuffed out for the night.

She gestured, “This was where I had been running to, the men that oversee the fires aways carry crossbows and stronger weapons than I. But I guess I was graced with good timing for my sword to slide home before the ghoul sliced my neck.”

“Are you always in the woods when creatures are lurking about?” He mumbled.

Y/N scoffed at the tall man, “No, but I won’t let it stop me from taking in the fresh air and freedom I’m so lucky to have, as well as collect flowers and other things useful to me.” She swore she saw a tiny smile grace his face.

“Flowers?” He inquired. Y/N smiled and blew a raspberry, “Yes, flowers. Plants are very useful. Sometimes people come to me when the healer is too expensive for them. Others tend to stay away because they’re afraid I’ll cast a terrible spell on them so it’s a win-win for me.”

“Hmm.”

“What?” Y/N asked, stepping over a dip in the road leading into town. They were nearly at the pub, now starting to past drunkards on their way home.

“Y/N, do you know... what I am?” She looked at him with a puzzled expression,

“What do you mean, a bounty hunter? That’s not a very terrifying prospect anymore since if you had been one of the horrid ones, you probably would have raped me, slit my throat and then took the kill for yourself.”

“Oh.”

The walk seemed more a bit more at ease, but Geralt seemed to be caught up in thought now. They reached the pub and headed inside.

Y/N walked through the hallway to the main room, a few people quieted when she entered but others smiled and said hello.

When Geralt entered the room, everyone quieted and nobody smiled.

“What’s a fucking Witcher doing here?!”

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Chamomile - chapter 2

Chapter 2: A Cottage Called Home

“What’s a fucking Witcher doing here?!”

You could hear a pin drop in the room it was so deadly silent. Y/N took a calculated breath.

Oh, so that’s why he asked…

The bartender, a fat bloke who smelled of liver disease and sweat, came waddling out from the other side of the bar table. “Answer me you bloody murderer, what are you doin here?!”

Alright, time to step in,

Y/N stepped between Geralt and the bartender, “Okay, that’s enough Caran. This man is my gues-’’ “I don’t care WHAT he’s to you Wiccan,” the man spat. There were a couple of people that stood when he said that, and Geralt somehow rose taller than he already was.

Alright fucker—

Y/N grabbed the bag from Geralt that held the ghoul’s head. She pulled it out and shoved it into Caran’s hands. There were screams from some of the ladies and shouts from other men in the room. Caran yelled and dropped the head, it rolled at his feet.

“This is what the Witcher is doing here— killing the beast that's been wreaking havoc on this whole town. Now pay up, there’s a bounty to be had. A thank you to him would be appreciated too.”

The bartender grumbled but when he looked up at Geralt again, the monster hunter now with a more angered face, he hurried to the back room and came back with a large pouch of coins. “Would ya get that stinkin thing out of my pub?” Y/N raised an eyebrow but nevertheless picked up the head— and sat it on the counter, facing Caran.

“I think I asked for one more thing.”

The bartender bristled at the face and then turned to Geralt after arguing with himself for a moment. “Thank you.” He forced out. Y/N grinned and put the head back in the bag. “Take care Caran, let’s go Geralt.” Y/N led the way as they exited the pub.

Once out in the road, Y/N turned to Geralt. “Well that was adventurous; Where are you planning to stay tonight?” His eyebrows rose ever so slightly, “Probably at an inn in town.” She shook her head,

“From the show we put on at the bar, I don’t think you’d get a room tonight. You can stay with me.”

Did I actually offer room and board to a man I just met? Yes, I did.

What the fuck. Oh well.

Y/N looked to him for approval, when given a head nod, she ventured onward out of the town. After a quick walk of about a mile, Y/N cut off onto a path in the forest. After about another 5 minute walk, they came upon a quaint cottage that sat next to a stream. It was made of stone and had a wheel turning due to the water current.

Some ivy was growing up the right side of the house. It was a perfect house for her. Away from everyone but close enough to not be in danger of the creatures that lurked in the forest.

“Home sweet home.” Y/N opened the door and walked in, hanging her satchel on the hooks by the door. It was a cute house, and Y/N loved it. Her grandfather supposedly built it, so the sentimental charm was there too.

The cottage had wood floors; when you entered the house, on the right was the kitchen. It had a stone countertop that went across the right wall with a cut out in the middle to pour water in. There were little bottles and bowls perched on the two window sills that had herbs and mixes Y/N had concocted that looked out on the stream.

The left of the house had a small table with three chairs around it sort of closer to the front door and a big old sofa pressed up against the opposing wall to make it easier to see any visitors that might approach the house.

Books were piled high on the small shelf that was bolted to the wall over the couch and on the small bookcase next to the couch on the left.

There was a fireplace with a kettle over it right across the front door on the kitchen side next to a tiny hallway that had two doors that led to Y/N’s room on the left and her supply and ritual room on the right. It was where she could tend to the water wheel for power and perform special rituals.

Geralt took a deep breath in. The house smelled of lavender and it surprisingly calmed him to be in such a loving place. “You can sleep on the couch, I think you’ll fit fine. I’ve slept there many a nights with plenty of room left over.” He nodded and slowly walked over, analyzing the array of books she had on display.

Y/N took the kettle and filled it with water from a pitcher she had on the stone counter, she placed it back on the fire and walked back to her room. “I’m going to grab an extra pillow and blanket for you!” She called out.

YN’s room was her space; it was hers and only hers. The room had a queen-size bed with a blue quilt draped over it against the wall opposite the door, close to the end of the room. Y/N had a large drawer set underneath the long window sill next to her bed.

There was a rug on the floor that looked as if it had been restitched multiple times and a desk cluttered with papers next to the doorway. On the wall that the couch sat against on the other side, was a long mirror propped against it that had a small crack line in the lower-left corner.

There was a nightstand that separated the side of the bed from the wall on the far side. It had upon it an amethyst, a small moonstone and a chunk of peridot next to an oil lamp.

Y/N came out with a giant blanket presumably for picnics and a pillow.

I hope this blanket fits, it’s the only one I could find large enough!

“Would you like some tea? I’m going to reheat the vegetable stew but it might take a little bit.” Geralt took the items from her and nodded.

“You’re not a talker, are you?” She asked while pouring two steaming cups of water into some homemade clay mugs.

Geralt laid the blanket out and put the pillow down, “Not when I can help it… and most prefer it that way.” Y/N hummed at his answer and started working on reviving the stew. She placed it in a cooking pot and switched out the kettle for it over the fire. She walked over to her satchel and took out the various items she had stowed away, especially the chamomile she collected earlier.

Y/N took some of the flowers out and ground them with her mortar and pestle. In two small little fish net-like bags, she poured the flowers into the pouches, pulled the drawstrings taut and plopped them in the mugs.

“Here you are.” She said, handing him a cup. “Thank you, for the tea. And, uh, letting me stay here for the night.” Y/N waved her hand and went to sit down at the table, he followed in suit.

“Don’t worry about it. I too know what it's like to be, well, excluded from the group for being different. Some people just don’t understand other’s way of life and it just doesn’t seem worth it to them to try and understand.”

A small candle that had been burning very well magically went out before Geralt’s eyes without any wind, Y/N had lit it on the mantle over the fire when she had put the stew on.

“Uh, a candle has gone out.” He said, pointing over to it.

Y/N’s eyes lit up, “Oh good! That means the stew is ready.” She got up and took the pot off the fire with a thick cloth, grabbing a ladle and taking out a couple scoops into a bowl for Geralt and then for her.

When she brought them over, spoons in hand, Geralt had a perplexed look upon his face. “How did it—“

Y/N laughed and sat down, “Oh! It’s just a small spell I learned from my mother. You can enchant a candle to be like a, oh, a count down till something is ready. I use it for cooking and baking mostly. As well as rituals. It’s very convenient.”

The two ate in peace, occasionally making eye contact and just being content with the silence. Once done, Y/N took the dishes outside for a quick wash in the creek downstream from the wheel and then came back in to get ready for bed.

Geralt had taken the time while she was outside to take off his armor and wash his face in the counter water cutout. He was settling down on the couch when she came back in.

“Alright, I’m headed off to bed. Is there anything you need before I go?” Y/N asked while blowing out some candles and snuffing out a couple oil lamps. The only light left was the gentle glow of the fire.

“I’m fine, thank you Y/N.”

“Good night then, Geralt of Rivia.”

“Good night Y/N.”

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Chamomile - Chapter 5

A/N : hello people, hope you are all staying safe in these scary times! please stay in quarantine but if you must do out and don’t have a mask, get creative and use scarfs! gloves! mittens! anything to cover up!! i’ve been having bad writers block so thats why this have been taking a while! love y’all

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Chapter 5 : The Book

Geralt woke up to something poking him in the back, (no not like that you dirty thinkers). He turned around to see a small twig floating in the air, twirling around when it finally got his attention. “What is it?” He said the small piece of branch. In the soil below, the twig carved out the word breakfast.

“Hmm.” Was all the man said, he stood, gathered his things and walked back to the house.

…

“Y/N please teach me how you make this all happen!” Jaskier exclaimed as he watched the kitchen work along side her. She smiled and tapped her finger on a bowl, making it magically sprout little ceramic legs and walk over to the pan, pouring the batter into little circles.

As the two chatted about rituals, Geralt came in through the already open door that had been letting in the morning breeze.

He watched as Y/N made no notion to acknowledge that he was there and continue to show Jaskier something. The bard smiled at him but then immediately turned back to the Wiccan lesson he was being taught.

“—so then you just circle your finger around it and will it to do what you need. Simple right?” “Can I try?” He asked, Y/N moved out of the way and watched as Jaskier drew small symbols in the flour that had been sprinkled out on a wood board.

Her face crinkled a bit when something was wrong, so she wrapped her self around Jaskier and took his hand in hers to trace the correct symbol.

For some reason, Geralt didn’t like this at all.

“There you go! Look, its working.” She exclaimed as the small mug waddled over to the pitcher that poured some fresh tea into it. The bard smiled and triumphantly picked up the cup and took a sip.

“Your twig said breakfast?” Geralt interrupted, disturbing the sweet mood that had over taken the house. The Wiccan’s back stiffened at the proclamation and Jaskier rolled his eyes at the sour tone his friend had.

“Sure, you can pick up that apron and start slicing the strawberries or would you like us to do that and also braid your hair?” The musician quipped, earning a stifled laugh from Y/N and a surprised expression on the Witcher’s face.

The two went back to working on breakfast and Geralt’s sour face made him look like he was scorching a spot in the small wood chair he sat in.

A few minutes later, Geralt watched plates float over to the table, glasses bounced on an invisible trampoline over to sit next to the plates that had now settled down in front of each seat.

Forks and and knives flew straight over as well, one knife flying particularly close to the monster hunter’s face. Probably not much of a coincidence, considering the faint chuckle that emerged from the Wiccan as the blade almost sliced a tendril of his hair.

Y/N twirled around with a plate of pancakes for the table and eloquently sat them down on the table. “Bon appétit!” She said while the pitcher poured water into a couple cups. Jaskier and her sat down and started putting food on their plates, Geralt looked at the set up before him.

Strawberries were cut to look like little flowers, scrambled eggs in a large bowl that was the shape of a daisy and the stack of pancakes sat in the middle of the table, already being dwindled down by the group.

After the plates had been emptied and bellies full, the three sat to chat and tease— well, Geralt watched as Jaskier and y/n chatted and teased each other. He felt like an outsider in the conversation and decided to get on with the real reason they were there.

“So what you planning to do about the demon attacks?” He asked, finished off his cup of ale that Y/N had begrudgingly given him when he requested it. Not a breakfast drink if you ask me, she had mumbled setting it down in front of him.

The Wiccan paused for a moment as if to collect her thoughts and then spoke, “Well, I’ve been on the run for so long that it would be very easy to just go into hiding again.”

Geralt gave her an unimpressed look and she continued, “But, the body count is becoming to high to turn my cheek this time, so I guess I’ll be forced to deal with it.” “What does that exactly mean?” Jaskier asked.

Y/N snapped her fingers and the door swung shut and ice started to cover over the windows.

“Just precautionary measures.” She stated.

She stood up from the table and went over to the couch, she tapped a specific wood board on the wall and it popped open, she reached into the small opening and pulled out a giant book from its weird angled hiding place.

She dusted it off and came back to the two boys sitting at the table. She rose it into the air over the table and dropped it with a smack!

All the items that had been used for breakfast had scatter to the far edge where no one was sitting before being crushed with the book thankfully.

The book in the center of the table was very old, years of use could be seen in the bindings and edges. It was covered in a dark brown leather that had metal sculptures in four corners of an old atlas that was printed into the cover and in the dead center, a strange compass with a gem stone embedded.

“This is what I’ll use.” She said, Jaskier skimmed his fingers over the marks that went around the compass and then flipped it open to the first page.

It was blank.

The bard looked up at her with a confused expression adorning his facial features and Geralt’s wasn’t far from it, the Witcher flipped a few more pages and they were all the same, empty.

“What are you going to do, draw the enemy away?” He scoffed, this seemed utterly ridiculous. How could a blank book do anything?

Y/N pursed her lips, the faint inkling of a smirk hidden. She closed the book and then simply reopened it, this time it was definitely not blank.

Jaskier gasped as the three of them saw the pages come alive. It was like a map book but, alive.

The page they had flipped to was a small town on the coast, the paper had little names moving around it as though it was following the human assigned to the name.

Y/N ran her finger down the center of the page and then touch a building that was labeled Stakel’s Pub.

Magically, ink covered the page and then soaked back down again, revealing the inside of the store like you were looking in from the ceiling. Geralt watched in disbelief as the bartender cleaned out a glass before pouring beer into it and a couple sitting at the far table make out.

“This is— these haven’t been used for—“ “Centuries?” Y/N quipped, with a raised eyebrow. Geralt continued, “These books are myths, legends. It’s not possible that you have one.”

The girl stretched her arms up and looked toward the ceiling, “Are you seriously doubting that this isn’t real? Isn’t it sitting right in front of you?”

“Yes but—” “Is it maybe possible that I have items from my father?” “Possible but—” “Couldn’t I have been keeping it safe till I intended to use it?”

“Fine alright, but how do you plan to use it? How will this find the demons? It doesn’t exactly seem to show what spirits are wandering around.”

With a roll of her eyes, she flipped the page and took three fingers to drawn a circle in the left corner, all the human names disappeared from the paper and lots of other names popped up, also with a date underneath each.

“The date is the year they died.” She said, clearing up Jaskier’s confusion as he mumbled does thing have a key or something?

Her eyes returned to the Witcher sitting at her table, “I’m going to find the Gate to Hell and sneak in.”

“What?!”

Both men had gob-smacked expressions, “I need to access the pool of knowledge and submerse myself in it for 10 seconds, that will give me enough time to search through and find who is sending these knights after me.”

Jaskier sputtered, “Find the—Gates of Hell?! Oh god, How did I get myself into this mess?! I can’t—” Geralt talked over Jaskier’s rambling, “This atlas knows where it is?”

She scratched her eyebrow and went to sit down across the table from the two. “Not exactly, I need to first find a few things and then it will.” “What things…” Geralt pressed.

“I need the last words of a dying person, a four leaf clover found by a magical child, and the blood of a loved one.”

The Witcher slouched back in the chair and rolled his head back, “Fuck.”

He took a deep breath and then stood, “Let’s get started.”

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