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GO SHOW SOME LOVE TO FRIEND’S STORY!! SHE’S AWESOME AND THIS IS SO WORTH READING TRUST ME.

~ this is only the beginning...

AN: without further ado the long awaited fic i’ve been promising. if you have any ideas for a title you can dm me or leave an ask i seriously can’t come up with one lmao. anyway enjoy, feedback is welcomed and tell me of you want to be added to the tag list ❤️

Chapter 1

Leaves and twigs crunch under Solana’s boots as she makes her way through the woods. A gray sheet hangs over the forest, it’s going to rain later she can smell it in the air. She stops for a moment to assess her surroundings, she’s hunting a kikimora. Rumor is it’s in a swamp about a mile or two from town. She begins walking again, following the smell of the kikimora. She hears a tree branch rattle behind her and stops, her eyes scan the trees. Her pupils focus and refocus, taking in everything. Her eyes stop on a large oak tree when she sees something dart behind it. Her hand flies under her cloak to her sword on her hip.

“You can come out now” she calls “you’ve been spotted”

Solana sees a tall man peak out from behind a tree. She looks up at the strange man from under her cloak. She takes in his snow-white hair and his amber eyes- wait amber eyes? She does a double take and looks back. A Witcher, she thinks, like her. She finishes her scan of the broad man and returns her eyes to his face.

“What are you doing out here?” he finally asks.

Solana removes her cloak, revealing her long black hair and amber eyes. She shoves it into her bag; she doesn’t think he possesses much of a threat. “I’m here for the kikimora” she answers.

“Your eyes,” he hesitates “they’re like mine” his brows furrow as he stares at her.

She nods slowly “I’m a Witcher, the only female one” the only one that survived, she thinks.

He slowly inches closer to her, his head tilted in confusion. Her hand tightens on her sword, unsure what his intentions are.

“I’m not going to hurt you” he says, eyes flickering to her hand.

Solana looks him up and down, unsure of whether or not she should trust him. She can see the curiosity in his eyes, and she knows he’s wondering how she survived the trials. She doesn’t comment on it though.

“so, you’re here for kikimora to?” she asks.

He nods, she looks at him, taking him in. he seems unfocused, she considers striking him down while he’s distracted but she has no reason to.

“Well you can move along Witcher, I’ve got this one covered” she turns to head farther into the woods, towards the kikimora.

“Wait” The Witcher says sternly “there’s no way you can kill that thing” he accuses.

“I can handle myself” she retorts. He’s still not convinced she’s a Witcher is he? She’s killed plenty of monsters before, this one will be no different. She turns her head as she gets a whiff of a putrid smell. She looks at him and can tell he smells it too, it’s a second kikimora. They know neither of them can handle two kikimoras on their own.

“How about I go with you, help you and we can split the coin?” he proposes.

Solana hesitates, she doesn’t usually work with people, but she knows she won’t be able to take two kikimoras on her own “Fine but stay out of my way” She reluctantly agrees.

They head deeper into the woods towards the swamp, side by side. Solana glances over at him as they walk. He’s extremely quiet, most people she’s met before at least try to fill the silence with something. But not him, he seems completely comfortable with it. She doesn’t mind it, it’s nice.

“My name’s Solana by the way” she holds out her hand.

He looks over “Geralt of Rivia” he takes her hand gently and instead of shaking it he places his lips on it, giving her hand a light lingering kiss. He keeps his eyes locked with hers the whole time.

She smiles and pulls her hand away. Damn she wishes she could make out with him right here and now, because that was kinda really hot. But she- they have a job to do. She keeps walking and turns her eyes from Geralt to the trees in front of her.

Solana glances over and sees Geralt sizing her up, she pretends not to notice. She’s tall, about 5’8, but not skinny. She shivers as Geralt’s eyes travel down the small curve of her hips. She sees the moment he realizes that he’d gotten distracted and that they’re much closer to the kikimora than he thought. He takes out a small vile and downs it, then pulls his sword from his back. Solana follows suit, the silver blade coming out of its cover at her side. She’s killed plenty of monsters before, yet she still feels a strong rush of adrenaline before each fight. Her muscles tense and tingle, ready to be used. She looks at Geralt and can tell he feels the same thing.

They rush forwards into the swamp, their eyes black with anticipation. The first kikimora comes up from the depths of the swamp and goes directly for Geralt. He immediately whips his sword though the air, slicing the kikimoras front. The second one comes at Solana from behind, she hears it before it gets to her and turns sword first cutting the kikimoras leg off. Geralt swings his sword at the kikimora, the creature knocks it from his hands and traps him under water. The other kikimora throws Solana against a tree, hard. She stands up, shakes it off and runs at the kikimora. Geralt manages to get hold of his sword and slashes the kikimoras hand that’s pinning him down. The kikimora jumps back giving Geralt time to come up and run his sword through the kikimoras skull. Solana slides under her kikimora, her blade running over the beasts’ stomach gutting it from underneath. She stands up on the other side of it and zeros in on Geralt as he tears his sword from the kikimora.

Geralt walks over trying to shake some of the disgusting water off of him. Solana pulls a piece of the kikimora from her hair and tosses at the dead thing. she puts her sword back at her side. Her eyes meet Geralts and she grins, he gives her a small smile.

“That was cool as fuck” she says, more talking about her own kill than his.

“It was” he replies.

Solana can tell Geralt’s impressed, maybe he’s finally starting to believe she’s a Witcher. “we should take these two back to town” she motions to the kikimoras.

“hmm” he nods and walks over to the one he killed. He cuts off its head and holds it up “this should be proof enough”

Solana nods and does the same to the other creature. She holds up its head and Geralt gives her a nod, signaling they should get back to their horses. Solana tucks the head under her arm and starts into the woods, Geralt not far behind her. He catches up and walks beside her. They find her horse first and Geralt whistles for his. The horse comes running, Solana can tell it wasn’t far off. She puts the head in her saddle bag and climbs atop her horse.

“good girl roach” Geralt says softly, forgetting Solana has enhanced hearing like him.

“you named your horse roach?” she teases, watching him put away the kikimoras head.

He glares at her “hm, yes what did you name yours?”

“Barberry” she shrugs.

He mounts roach and raises a brow at her, “and that’s better than roach?”

“At least he’s not named after a bug” Solana shoots back.

“Jmm” is his answer. He lightly kicks roach in the side and the horse trots off towards town. Solana rolls her eyes and follows. This Witcher is kind of an ass, she thinks. She smirks and pushes barberry forward, right past Geralt. He sighs and jerks’ roach’s reins, roach shoots forwards quickly catching up with Barberry. Solana looks over to see Geralt gaining on her.

“Come on boy” she pushes barberry to go faster. Geralt barrels after her, slowly gaining on her.

“Fuck” Solana says under her breath, Geralt hears her and smirks. Damn Witcher senses. He comes up beside her, both horses running as fast as they can. By the time they get to the edge of the forest the horses are neck and neck. They break through the trees at roughly the same time, both slowing their horses to a stop. Solana turns to face Geralt.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish” he taunts, fully believing he’d won.

Solana raises a brow “you’re kidding, right? I totally won that”

Geralt shakes his head “there’s no way” he retorts.

Solana shakes her head deciding to just let it go. She pulls Barberry’s reins and the horse slowly walks into town, Geralt and roach at her tail. She notices people looking at them strangely as they go through to the tavern where they’re supposed to collect their coin. When they get there Solana dismounts from her horse and ties him to the post. She looks over to see Geralt doing the same. They walk in, the bags with the kikimora heads in their hands.

“Geralt!” a tall but slender man yells from across the bar. Solana looks towards him at the same time everyone’s heads turn towards Geralt... and her. Her eyes widen a bit, she’s used to a glare here or there but not this.

Geralt rolls his eyes “Jaskier” he sighs.

Solana turns her attention back to the man- Jaskier – as he walks over.

“Good to see your alive” he says before he notices Solana “oh, and who is this” he smiles

“That’s enough Jaskier” Geralt put his hand up to stop Jaskiers advance.

“What? I haven’t even done anything!” Jaskier whines.

Solana puts out her hand to Jaskier “my name’s Solana, nice to meet you” she gives him a small smile.

Jaskier grins “see Geralt some people know what common courtesy is, as long as you’ve been alive you should know to”

“Hmm” Geralt rolls his eyes.

Jaskier takes her hand and kisses it “the pleasure is all mine m’ lady” he looks up at her “y-your eyes? your a-“

Solana smiles “a Witcher, yes the only female one” she turns to the bar ignoreing the shock of Jaskiers face; the smile is quickly replaced with a more serious ‘don’t mess with me’ face she always puts on when dealing with strangers.

“We have a kikimora here, well actually two who do we speak to about the coin?” she asks the owner of the bar

“That would be me” he says “but there’s no way there was two, one Witcher couldn’t kill two kikimoras” he scoffs

“One Witcher didn’t” Geralt jumps in.

“You’re telling me she killed a kikimora?” he raises a brow in disbelief.

“That’s exactly what he’s telling you” Solana hisses.

The man folds his arms, obviously not to appreciative of being talked to like that by a woman “mhm I’m sure, i’d sooner believe the bard killed the beast than a woman”

“That woman has a name” Geralt steps forwards “and she’s not just a woman she’s- “

“A Witcher, the only female one” she interrupts Geralt mostly without meaning to. She feels like she’s had to say that sentence way to much today.

It’s only then the man notices her eyes, then he knows it to be true. But because humans are stupid and prideful, he continues “yeah right, a female Witcher that’s a worse lie then telling me she killed a kikimora”

Solana and Geralt both place the kikimora heads on the bar. “it doesn’t matter what you believe, here are their heads we’ll take the coin and be on our way” Geralt sneers.

“I don’t pay liars” the man says.

Solana rolls her eyes, why must humans be so stubborn? “fine, we’ll do this the hard way” she pulls her sword free of its hold “let’s take this outside”

At this point everyone in the bar is watching, the man can’t refuse for fear of looking like a coward. “Witcher you should keep your whore under control before she gets herself killed”

Geralt huffs “she’s plenty capable of killing you herself”

Solana walks to the door, the man follows along with Geralt, Jaskier, and everyone else in the tavern. Solana steps onto the street and swings her sword around, anticipating the fight.

The man stands across from her “oh I just realized I uh, forgot my sword inside” he says nervously trying to get out of a fight he knows he can’t win.

“That’s okay, you can borrow mine” a man in the crowd volunteers.

“Oh, thanks” he says defeatedly. Solana can hear Jaskier snicker from the side of the road. She glances over at Geralt and he gives her a nod.

She and the man walk in a circle before he finally swings. Steal hits silver as the two fight, the man barely holds his own. Their swords clash as the small audience that’s gathered looks on in anticipation; though deep down they all know who will win.

Solana is playing with the man, and everyone knows it. She could’ve ended this a long time ago. Her movements get slower; she’s starting to get bored. This ‘fight’ if you could call it that its mostly just Solana kicking ass, will be over soon.

Solana gets the upper hand – as if she hasn’t had it the whole time – and pushes her sword against the man’s throat “believe me now?” she asks before she knows what she’s doing her sword is running across the mans neck, puncturing his throat.

Everyone in the crowd is shocked into silence. “fuck” Geralt mutters under his breath “Jaskier get the horses, we have to go” Jaskier rushes off and Geralt walks up to Solana. He takes her by the arm.

“Come on we have to get out of here” he starts to pull her away.

Solana realizes what’s happened and goes with him quickly. The crowd becomes angry and starts to throw rocks at them. Jaskier finds them with the horses, Geralt lifts Solana onto roach.

“Wait what are you doing?” she asks, staring at him.

He stares back at her distractedly, there’s a drop of the man’s blood running down her cheek; he finds it quite beautiful in a weird way. Jaskier clears his throat and Geralt comes back. “You ride with me and Jaskier can ride your horse, that way is faster” he explains and climbs on behind Solana.

“Smart” she nods absentmindedly. She turns turns to Jaskier “hurt her and ill castrate you”

Jaskiers eyes widen with fear especially after seeing what happened to the other guy “I’ll take good care of her” he promises and climbs on. Geralt chuckles.

It starts to rain as they ride out of town. Geralt puts his cloak over Solana, despite her protests, and they ride into the distance.

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