Of Women and Wolves

Reunion

***A.N*** 

There is smut to accompany this chapter. I have posted that on Ao3 if anyone is interested.

 Enjoy some fluff with our happy couple :)

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"Jaskier! For the love of Melitele, put some of your own weight on your left leg. You're hanging off me like a child!"

"Well excuuuuse me! I was stabbed!" The bard said as he gestured dramatically toward his torn pant leg with his free arm. Fianna rolled her eyes but continued to drag his skinny ass back toward the Inn. He was supposed to have stayed in Hengfors but turns out, his 'patron' was married to a rather large and angry blacksmith.

It was a whole ordeal and rather dramatic but long story short, Fianna ended up with bloody knuckles and a travelling companion. Jaskier knew she could not take her to Kaer Morhen but asked that she left him in a large enough town for the winter and come back for him in the spring.

Fianna only agreed because the look on Geralt's face would be priceless.

They had arrived in Rakverelin this morning, Fianna was supposed to leave Jaskier there, he would travel further south to Ard Carraigh (capital of Kaedwen) and she would keep on heading towards Kaer Morhen. She had stopped to have a drink before setting out when she had been approached by the Ealdorman about a nest of Drowners down by the river.

It paid well and a nest of Drowners wouldn't take her long at all so she decided to take it. Her mistake had been letting Jaskier come with her. Thinking he would be safe on the other side of the riverbank, she had left him with Rolo and a spare dagger, just in case.

Fianna handled the Drowners easily enough but when she crossed back over the river to join him again, a monster she had missed jumped on her back from out of the water. Her shout of surprise startled Rolo enough that he bucked Jaskier off of his back, which then led to Jaskier stabbing himself in the thigh, somehow.

It was her own fault really. She should have known better than to give him anything pointy.

That led her here, half walking, half dragging the whiny manchild into the Inn.

"Tis' but a scratch, my friend." She said, deceptively sweet. She was really trying to reign in her temper. It would take her a few more days travel to reach the keep and the snows had already started.

She kicked the door of the Inn open and pulled the limp bard inside before the door smacked him in the face on its back-swing, even though it would have been funny.

"WE WERE VICTORIOUS!!" Jaskier shouted loudly to the other patrons, bursting her eardrum in the process. The people in the Inn cheered at his statement. Loving the attention he was getting, Jaskier tried to play his lute while still hanging off of her shoulders and ended up elbowing her in the face.

Having had enough, Fianna unceremoniously dumped him in a heap onto the floor and straightened her armour while he sputtered indignantly from where he landed. She just smirked at him dangerously, daring him to make a fuss.

"Lya?" She tensed in shock. She would recognise that rich timbre anywhere. Snapping her head toward the bar she smiled widely. He was here, golden eyes staring back at her with as much relief as she felt.

Jaskier squawked in protest as she stepped on him in her rush to get to her lover. Moving as swiftly as she could, Fianna grabbed his hand and pulled him into a tight embrace. They were getting odd looks from the other patrons, gods forbid that Witchers show an emotion.

She rolled her eyes and pulled away to look at him with a brilliant smile.

"Do you have a room?" She asked eagerly. He nodded affirmative and she wasted no time in taking his hand and pulling him towards the stairs. He laughed lightly and led the way, he loved seeing her this eager. She was like a puppy.