#Olgierd von Everec x Y/N

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Hi! Can I request A, K, R, U, Z for Olgierd von Everec? 👉🏼👈🏼

Ooooooo! Of course! I've never done anything with Olgierd before so I'm Kind of excited!

A- Activities- What do they like to do with you? how do they spend their free time with you?

Having grown up as a noble he often spent his time learning to horseback ride, sword fight, and such. He likes to take some time to teach these things to you, especially sword fighting. He wants nothing more than to make sure that you’ll be safe. He knows he can’t always be right beside you, so he teaches you to sword fight- him using a wooden mock sword while he makes sure you get used to using the real thing (thank god he’s immortal right?). But he’s not all just training, he’s also a great lover of art and absolutely relishes in sharing it with you and hearing all of your thoughts.

K- Kiss- Are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?

He’s a pretty good kisser! He’s pretty damn suave but he’s not gonna be teaching a master class on kissing. After all the turmoil he went through, “living” life by just going through the motions, he’s still learning to have his heart properly in it again (though make no mistake, he is trying, but you can’t rush progress).

R- Romance - How romantic are they? what would they do to make you happy? Cliché or romantic?

Olgierd is very romantic and he would do quite literally anything to make you happy (except contact Gaunter O’Dimm again), but I wouldn’t call him cliché. When he and his band go out on their raids he always keeps a special eye out for something that will make you smile. Sometimes it’s a bit of jewelry, a fancy necklace no one will miss or a hair pin that’ll go with your eyes. But sometimes it’s a book you had been talking about weeks ago, or a jar of the best honey in town because he knows you’re running low. But that’s just simple little things to him. Every once in a while he’ll do something more grand- hiring a small orchestra and having someone make dinner for the two of you. Sometimes it’s all a little much for you, but you understand- after all, he’s already lost someone once, he doesn’t want to do it again…

U- Understanding - How good do they know their partner? are they empathetic?

“Empathy” and “Everec” are not often found in the same sentence. It’s well known that after he became immortal, the consequences of his wish also gradually stripped the emotion and empathy away from him. He had lived as a husk for many many years, alive but never living, emoting, but not really feeling. However… the day that you arrived in his life is the first day he felt his heart truly beat again. Something within him changed that day, strained that curse of his until just a touch of his old self was able to shine through and he hasn’t been the same since. Some people claim it’s a “true love thing” and Olgierd is in no place to deny it.

Z- Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind?

Olgierd would do anything for relationship relationships. It helps that he’s immortal, but he would put his life on the line for what you two have. Like I said above, Olgierd has already lost someone very dear to him, and for a long time he didn’t think he could ever have that again. So when you came into his life with that radiant smile and soft touch- gods, he knew what it meant to live again. And while he’s not perfect yet, it’s a far cry from what he once was. He would sacrifice anything to keep from loosing you.

[hellimagines]

Eyes of a Cat -- Olgierd von Everec

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Request: “Hey! I have a request about Olgierd! Story after HoS, he decided to live a life in different way, so he started to write a poems. Passing by one of Novigrad’s inn, he saw young lady and he wrote a poem about unknown beauty! (Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my mother tongue)” - @natvonpankratzdelettenhove​ & “If you would do something with olgierd x reader after he keeps his soul thatd be great! I dont see a lot of fic with him and theres potential”

Summary: Olgierd has found a love for poetry since regaining his soul, and during a moment where he lacks inspiration, he finds you. 

Warnings: none

Pairing: Olgierd von Everec x fem!reader

Word Count: 800+

A/N: This is short and written as headcanons, because I struggled terribly with writer’s block. There isn’t much romance, primarily the Olgierd being starstruck and living with a soul finally, but I set the ending up for a possible Part Two/Final Part in case I find inspiration. Also, female witcher reader because FUCK the rules. You should know by now, that if you read my imagines you wear leather.

Novigrad wasn’t Olgierd’s favorite place, it was too loud and too busy and too random and too chaotic. He was an Oxenfurt kinda guy through-and-through

Oxenfurt gave him knowledge about all sorts of people and things and places, so he preferred to spend his time there

But, Novigrad gave Olgierd something that Oxenfurt didn’t; Novigrad was home to The Rosemary and Thyme, which in turn was home to Dandelion, who in turn held the masterful knowledge of poetry

Ever since he regained his soul from O’Dimm and let go of the anguish he held over Iris, Olgierd had found a more peaceful way of living, and poetry was his escape

He eventually became a regular at The Rosemary and Thyme and enjoyed joking around with Zolton, playing Gwent with Priscilla, and giving Dandelion stories to sing and write about, in turn for lessons on writing poetry

During one of these visits, after Dandelion had rushed off upstairs to jot down a few lines for his upcoming ballad, “Fading Rainbow”, Olgierd found himself hunched over one of the tables in The Rosemary while staring at a blank piece of parchment

His quill dripped ink onto the parchment as his brain scrambled for something to write

Just as he was about to call it quits and barter Zolton and Priscilla for a round of Gwent, The Rosemary’s door swung open, disturbing the quiet Wednesday morning

Olgierd’s eyes furrowed when you walked in, noting the scowl on your bruised face. He was used to harlots, bards, troubadours, playwrights, drunks, and other people of the like walking into The Rosemary for hope to speak with ‘The Great Master Dandelion’, sing or listen to music, or to get utterly plastered

However, he had never seen someone dressed in worn leather with two swords across their back, cuts and bruises scattered across their face, and an animal-shape pendant around their neck. Someone that wasn’t Geralt of Rivia

But, you weren’t Geralt--unless Geralt suddenly grew breasts and became a terrifyingly beautiful woman

Olgierd was expecting the bartender to turn you away, declaring your kind filthy and unwanted. However, he simply gave you a wide smile and shouted for Dandelion

Within moments, said bard was thundering down the stairs with a shout and barreling into you with open arms

When your arms wrapped around him just as tightly, Olgierd’s thoughts were confirmed, you were definitely not Geralt 

Before he had the chance to understand what was going on, you were already leaving with a wave over your shoulder and Dandelion was bounding back upstairs, content as can be

Suddenly, Olgierd had found inspiration for a poem to write

A few days passed, and Dandelion grew suspicious by his new friend’s behavior--typically Olgierd would only be in Novigrad for a week, at most, before leaving. But Olgierd had been at the Rosemary for two weeks, staying in the tavern for hours (even when the music and dancing was its peak) with the same piece of parchment clutched in one hand and an abused quill in the other

‘Eyes of a cat, I could see from where I sat, While your name I was not graced, your beauty hit me in the face-’

“Oh, this is just pure shit.”

“Just tell me who she is! I promise you, I will ensure that the magnificent beauty finds her way to your heart. Or his… is it a guy? Is that why you won’t tell me? Honestly Olgierd, you should know by now that I am not one to judge such a profound act of love-”

“Thank you, Dandelion, but it is not a man. I can’t tell you who it is because I don’t know her name or even who she is.”

“Well, you must know something, you didn’t conjure this woman out of thin air.”

“She is your friend from the other day. The Witcher.”

“(Y/N)? No way!” 

Olgierd knew, by the tone of Dandelion’s voice, that he had made a mistake informing the bard of his heart’s new desire. His face contorted into glee and mischief, and before Olgierd could interject, Dandelion was rushing out of The Rosemary with a cry of joy

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