Fanfictions

Yennefer and Geralt Wrong Ingrediants

Yennefer was in the midst of working on a spell, she was looking back and forth at the ingredients as she moved back and forth to ensure she was grabbing the right items and pouring them in at the right times. As she grabbed an herb off the shelf she knocked two with her elbow. They tumbled off the shelf and bounced as they hit the mahogany, the berry and the bone bounced once more and landed right into the pot.

"Oh no, no no no." Yennefer yelped as he scrambled to find anything to pull them from the pot. Geralt heard her crying out and ran into the main room. He watched as the pot in the middle of the room was smoking a sage green color. "Geralt... you shouldn't stay here." She yelled as she spotted his hulking figure stepping forward.

Geralt narrowed his eyes at her in confusion. "What?"

"Get ou-."

An explosion pulled their attention from their conversation. Sage green smoke filled the room, the two began to cough and blindly made their way to the door. As the smoke cleared Yennefer and Geralt froze, they locked eyes and quickly realized something was terribly wrong. Their clothes were much looser, they each readjusted their clothes to stay on their bodies better.

"Yen..."

"I know.. I know.."

"You're like 13."

"And you're maybe 15..." Yennefer snapped back. "Shit shit shit..."

"What happened?" Geralt asked, he held his hands out in front of himself. They were much smaller than he remembered them being.

"I dropped some items, they ended up in my spell. This was not supposed to happen."

"Can we uhm, reverse this?" He questioned with narrowed eyes. Yennefer shrugged uncertainty dawned upon her face, she didn't know if it was possible to get out of this.

The two of them raced off to their separate rooms to find clothes that would fit them. Yennefer and Geralt finally met back in the potion room and began to scour the book for signs or answers. They didn't know if they could get out of this, but they were determined to.

Being young wasn't the worst thing to happen, but they really didn't want to be like this either. They had a life to live, they had things to do, he was a witcher and she a witch, they didn't know how they could continue to live their life if they were like this. Being young forever had some perks but this felt wrong.

They couldn't be teenagers again.

Not like this.

Yennefer continued to go from page to page, she couldn't believe that she had made an accidental deaging spell. She continued to go page by page, and so Geralt did the same. The teenagers were beginning to panic.

"We are going to have to get help." Yennefer muttered. "I can't find a single page that says how to fix this."

Geralt looked her dead in the eyes, his hands shook slightly. How the hell were they supposed to fix this? He was only thankful his brothers weren't around or this situation would be so much worse.