#yoana

Rating: M Characters/Pairings: Yoana/Eibhear Hattori Word Count: 3100  Summary:  "Masters of their craft, they took as much time with each other as they would on an order from the Emperor himself." The best swordsmith and greatest armorer in the North share a forge, then a bed.

This story features characters from the Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, and there are minor spoilers for the game. This is a super rare pair of characters who only appear in the game, so I don't anticipate many readers. But if you have the time to like or comment, I would love the feedback!

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His respect for her work gave her a satisfaction that even Geralt’s praise couldn’t match. Eibhear was at the top of his craft, and his good opinion was worth more to her than anyone in the world’s, save perhaps her father’s. And they became friends as well, trading stories at the anvil. He was, in fact, eighty-eight years old, but had only begun smithing in his fifties. When she asked him about the time before that, he simply shook his head and made vague references to misspent youth. She had a suspicion that he might have been Scoia’tael, but he wouldn’t say. Whatever he had been before, he was an artist now, through and through. Like her.

Perhaps it was only a matter of time, then, before she began to fall in love with Eibhear himself. She didn’t realize it was happening at first. She’d had crushes as a girl in Holmstein, but she’d been devoted to learning her family’s art and had not spared much time for anything else. In Crow’s Perch she had once spent the night with one of the Baron’s men, and it had been a profoundly forgettable encounter.

With Eibhear, there was a sweet companionship that she had never experienced with anyone. Sometimes she would be hammering a vambrace or a plackart on an anvil while he was but steps away, pouring molten metal into a blade mold, both of them slick with sweat from the forge, and she would look up to find herself locking eyes with him. They were both in their element, creating weapons to kill and armor to protect. How could anyone else ever understand them the way they understood each other?

here’s Yoana again! my beefy bby:’’)

Yoana: This is bs. I can’t believe I’ve fallen in love with a human.

Human [makes noise in her sleep]

Yoana:

Ayato: Tch the only gift of god here is yours truly! Now admire me already, human!!

Laito: Nfu~ Is that so~? Perhaps I should reap you of what you love the most and reveal how vulnerable you really are,little bitch~?

Subaru: Tch don’t be so full of yourself … it’s kind of pitiful in a way

Ruki: It’s quite unique,I feel neutral to it all in all; although I must admit it’s Hebrew links are quite fascinating  …