#foltest x letho

[virgin-iorveth-causa-salutis]

Eastern European Wedding Pictures featuring the Witcher, part 3

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[kaeltale]

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requested by: anonymous, I really hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairings: Geralt of Rivia x reader

song used: No Time To Die by Billie Eilish

warnings: none

a/n: this is my first song fic ever, so I hope it’s nice and enjoyable to read!

taglist: @randomfandomimagine

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN

I should have known I'd leave alone

You were utterly in love with Geralt, just as he was in love with you.

The two of you had met at Kaer Morhen, when you were just teenagers. You were the only female survivor to the Trial of the Grasses and you loathed the monster you’d become. Geralt felt the same about himself, and he felt like he had to get to know you. He didn’t want you to feel alone, nor to feel a monster when you were a goddess to his eyes.

It was quite unexpected for you to find someone like Geralt: he was actually able to feel emotions, to have compassion, to love someone. Just like you. 

Your love story went on for a long time, with the two of you always travelling together and never leaving each other’s side. Geralt treated you like the rarest jewel, pampered you, made you gifts, and you treated him the same. 

Nevertheless, the two of you somewhat knew that it wasn’t meant to last, nor that it was meant to be a stable relationship. 

You didn’t know how it had all started to crumble down. Geralt had slowly started to distance himself from you, never giving an explanation to his behaviour. During that time, you fought about the smallest of matters, and you wanted to fix things up not knowing how to. You both were witchers, after all, and you’d come to terms with the fact that maybe you were indeed unable to feel anything. Maybe, it was just a farce.

After some time, Geralt left you. It all happened during one of the many nights the two of you spent in an Inn, preferring a nice and comfortable bed to the humid soil of the forest, while you were peacefully sleeping. You didn’t know why it had happened, and Geralt didn’t gave any explanation to what he had done. You had shouted the worst of things to him, cursing and screaming at the empty road you’d run to after realizing he was gone, but it was to no use. He had decided to forget it all, forget what the you and him had, and you could never forgive him.

Then, after releasing part of your anger and hurt, you recomposed yourself: you took your horse Letho and went looking for a new monster to slay. You were a witcher, after all. It was what you were meant to do. Kill, get the money, sleep, repeat.

Just goes to show That the blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

As time went by, you realized that maybe it was your fault. Maybe, the gods wanted to punish you for something you had done, and took Geralt away from you oh so harshly.

Little did you know, it wasn’t fate’s doing.

We were a pair But I saw you there Too much to bear You were my life, but life is far away from fair

While you were in Vizima, the capital of the kingdom of Temeria, you heard some people talking about a witcher who had offered to kill a Striga.

“There was this witcher, white-haired he was, scary as the devil himself” a rather drunk man uttered, as he acknowledged what you where “Maybe you know him, woman!”. You glared at him, not liking how he had addressed you, and responded “His name- what did he say it was?”. The man clearly didn’t know the answer, so you questioned this consciousness.

“I’ve seen him, y/n” the pub’s owner, Florian, who you’d become good acquaintances with, noted “He went towards the king’s castle, I think”. You curtly nodded, then got up from the stool you were sitting on and walked out.

You damned yourself for your stupidity. You went back into the monster’s lair, you’d went back to Geralt.

Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else?

That I'd fallen for a lie You were never on my side Fool me once, fool me twice Are you death or paradise? Now you'll never see me cry There's just no time to die

As soon as you got near King Foltest’s castle, you hesitated getting in. The guards knew you, you had worked for the king some time before, but you felt anxious seeing your loved one again.

“Oi, witcheress!” a guard exclaimed “Someone’s already got the contract, so-” “-So let me in anyways” you interjected “I don’t care”. The man nodded, then opened the door to let you in.

After a few minutes spent walking through the castle’s halls, you finally got to your destination. Once again, the guards let you in. 

“My king” you said, slightly bowing “I was told about a Striga”. “It’s already being taken care of” he said, pointing to the white-haired witcher beside you “Y/n of Oxenfurt, Geralt of Rivia”. You turned around to look at the man you once called your lover, and offered you hand to shake, to which he was visibly surprised; nevertheless, he shook it.

“Long time no see, Geralt” you noted. “Yeah. Long time no see” he responded, frowning from your lack of emotions which was highly unexpected. But, then again, he’d broken your heart. You had all the reasons to hate him.

— — — — — — — — — —

“Don’t you have anything to say?” you questioned, as you and Geralt walked out of the castle “Like, I don’t know, explain why the fuck you left me?!”. “What do you want me to tell you? I’m sorry?” Geralt responded, suddenly stopping his walk “I am sorry, y/n, but I was afraid, I— I can’t fix what I’ve done now!”.

“No, you can’t” you harshly stated “You have hurt me so much, you carved such a deep scar inside my heart, I can’t let you do this again. I love you, so much, Geralt, but I cannot— I will not let you hurt me again. Not now. Not ever. There are some days in which I think that you never really loved me, you know? Once, I thought that you were the one, the only one who I could put my heart in the hands of! And yet you betrayed me! I felt like dying on that day, and I don’t want to die again. I don’t want to feel like this”

I let it burn You're no longer my concern Faces from my past return Another lesson yet to learn

That I'd fallen for a lie You were never on my side Fool me once, fool me twice Are you death or paradise? Now you'll never see me cry There's just no time to die

“We both knew what we were getting into” Geralt uttered “You and I knew that it wasn’t meant to last, didn’t we?”

You didn’t want to hear any more of his excuses, especially when he knew he was in the wrong. He had always been, Maybe, you had done something wrong, but you had the right to have an explanation.

“Goodbye, White Wolf” you said, turning your back to Geralt “I hope we’ll see each other again”

No time to die, mmm No time to die, ooh

Fool me once, fool me twice Are you death or paradise? Now you'll never see me cry There's just no time to die

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Sleep- Geralt Request

AN//// I love this! I separated the two requests since they are different situations. I’ll have the other up soon :) Requests are open

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Prompt: Geralt x reader are coming back from a mission. Reader is exhausted. It gets to the point where they pass out and slump forward, landing on Geralt’s back. He freaks out, but realizes they are asleep, and holds them to keep them from falling.

Gulet, being south of the Pontar, wasn’t necessarily the safest place. It was easier to spot a northerner in Nilfgaardian territory than it was to notice a witcher, it had seemed. Geralt had been warry to take the contract after both he and Y/n had been given nasty looks during their stay so far. Usually, her soft eyes and easy smile took the heat off of both of them. Her caring hand and selflessness had always settled any distrust villagers had for the two, but the people of Gulet weren’t enjoying their visit. The job had taken them close to Dol Blathanna, another place Geralt didn’t want to go near with Y/n. He had luck with Jaskier the last time, and he was highly aware of the truce between him and the elves, but he wasn’t certain of her protection.

Geralt was very proud of Y/n. She had the softness of a cloud, wit as sharp as a knife, strength and skill as a witcher in training, and a heart big enough to engulf the pit he considers himself and more. Not only was he proud of her, and saying that she was his, but he trusted her. Jaskier hates to admit it, but even the bard knows that Geralt trusts Y/n with not only his thoughts, but also his heart. With all of those attributes, he, with little hesitation, is okay with having her stay by herself in villages or towns. Any other town, and the witcher would have left her to not allow her on the contract. It was an Arch-Griffin, and while the man warmed up to Y/n’s backup, he would never allow her on a job with that. But he had history in Gulet. Letho was someone who would happily take him or Y/n out, and the wolf had no idea where the viper was. Eskel and Lambert happily traipse to the south, far from Kaer Morhen, but Letho stays in the south. Mainly, still in Gulet. The viper had spies everywhere, and Geralt couldn’t risk leaving something so important alone. Letho had assassinated people of import right in front of the White Wolf’s eyes. Geralt was strong enough to admit that fear takes him anytime he imagines Y/n in Foltest’s place. Eyes wide with fear as her life slips from her by the hands of Letho.

The fear was enough to convince Geralt not to let her stay alone anywhere in Aedirn. The job is a hard one, but it pays. Three thousand crowns for seemingly one griffin. He knew by the price, there was most likely two, but it was still higher than he would ask for as a price base. Y/n was special, and has stuck with him through some of the darkest times he has gone through in the past three years. Geralt needed the job, as their anniversary was coming up. There wasn’t any room for marriage or any other important title or ties, but she was still his. The man was raised to never celebrate, but the date had become the most important day in his life. They hadn’t celebrated it before, but it ate at him because of it. Y/n deserved something special. At the same time, he wanted it to be a surprise, and there were little options left.

In the end, there was only one full Griffin, though she had a full nest. It seemed as though someone had already slain the father, elven arrows sticking out of every angle. There plan had been to have Geralt fight and distract the mother as his lover would take out the nest. It had been going smoothly until Geralt had been tossed off the side of the cliff. He had easily caught himself, close enough to the wall to do so, but it meant the mother started after Y/n. While the witcher made his way back up, the woman had to dodge and distract an angry mother and semi-grown infants that all tried to take a piece. For a handful of minutes, that seemed like hours, Y/n had to pull hundreds of pirouettes, rolls, flails and death throws to evade snapping jaws and sharp talons, sweeping tails and hard bodies.

The contract had finished in an hour, though it felt like decades. Once the nest and its inhabitants had been laid to rest, the hike down the small mountain seemed even harder. Y/n and Geralt still buzzed and pushed forward with the adrenaline that floated through them until they had made it back to Gulet. The reward had luckily been paid in full, and the owner’s daughter had slipped in an extra fifty crowns after seeing Y/n’s disheveled state. As much as he’d hate to do it, he pushed Y/n further, the two of them travelling to Vengerberg. Geralt and the sorceress had made amends long before Y/n, and he knew the woman had an extra house that both the witcher and the bard were welcome to stay in. The man hadn’t wanted to let Y/n stay there either, not wanting to make her uncomfortable with his past, but he rather that than an inn in Gulet. Night had crested hours ago, but the two had been close enough to their destination where he still pushed forward.

Geralt had checked over Y/n, as he always did after any contract, but his heart still clenched with fear after he felt her slouch onto him. Roach had arguably loved her more than the man, and always allowed his warrior to ride with him. Y/n usually occupied herself by reading as they rode, Eskel lending her many different novels to try. As it was dark, and he reassured her of their distance, it was normal for her to simply sit and look around. One thing that worried the witcher, was how long Y/n could go without sleep. The woman could stay up for two days, only get a handful of hours to rest, and still be ready to travel with him after being woken up. She had said it was because she was too excited to be with Geralt, despite how long they’d been together already, and would always be chipper to follow. So, when her head fell on his shoulder, arms fell near his hips and her chest pressed to his back, he was worried. He hadn’t seen it that way at first, but when he inquired what was on her mind to no response, he felt his heart stop. He continued to repeat her name, calling out, until he felt her stir. Y/n’s cheek gently nuzzles into the joint between his neck and shoulder, soft huffs falling from her lips to fan against his skin.

He silenced himself to focus on her heartbeat, and he could feel it faintly on his back. It drummed softly in his ear a constant and subdued tempo. He scented the air, the warm breeze bringing only her natural scent and the flavors of the open fields around them. Luckily, no tang of copper came to him, letting him know that any injuries she had had already been confirmed earlier in the form of bruises and small cuts. Geralt wasn’t fully relaxed, however, until he felt a small damp spot on his bare neck where her lips were. The witcher let out a sigh of relief, and pulled Roach to a stop. He gently let her fall into his open arms as he turned towards her. Once he had good handling, he slides her to the front of the saddle. Y/n’s head found his other shoulder to nuzzle, her legs that are now draped over his lap curling in as much as they could. The White Wolf easily trapped her between his arms as they held onto the reigns. He pushed the mare forward, golden eyes weaving over the soft features of his heart. Her lips fell open again, slow and small rumbles tumbling from her. Dirt was caked over her brows and earlier she had tried to tame her hair by placing it in a braid, but it looked like it only accomplished in tangling it worse. The man already decided he would try and help brush through it the moment he saw it. There was so much that ran through him as he looked to Y/n. He was holding his whole world in his arms. He couldn’t imagine life without the body curled into him.

[waswilczmin]

what witcher charas would you like to see around?

 oh  ,  this  is  such  an  exciting  question  !!!  i  have  a  scroll’s-length  piece  of  paper  with  the  characters  i’d  like  to  see  around  .  i  have  no  idea  if  you’re  familiar  with  the  books  ,  games  ,  show  ,  if  you’re  familiar  with  all  three  …  so  i’m  just  going  to  list  all  of  them  here  and  hope  that  you  recognise  a  few  of  these  names  lajdgh  .  these  are  muses  i  haven’t  written  with  yet  at  all  ,  even  though  there  might  be  one  or  two  around  .

 bolded  are  the  characters  i’m  99.8%  sure  no  one  on  my  dash  writes  .

 first  of  all  ,  where’s  the  love  for  the  rest  of  the  witchers  ?  vesemir  ,  coën  ,  leo  ,  letho  of  gulet  ,  auckes  ,  serrit  …  all  my  loves  .

 where  is  geralt’s  hansa  on  here  ?  we  already  have  plenty  of  regis  and  dandelion  ,  but  maria  barring  ,  angoulême  ,  CAHIR  ?!

 look  ,  i  know  triss  isn’t  widely  liked  because  of  what  happened  (  yikes  !  )  but  i’m  going  to  include  her  on  here  anyways  because  i  like  her  as  a  character  .  we  are  multi-faceted  here  .

 olgierd  von  everec  ,  iris  von  everec  ,  and  gaunter  o’dimm  holy  CRAP  !!!

 bruh  …  avallac’h  .

 literally  any  red  rider  ,  anyone  in  the  wild  hunt  .  eredin  bréacc  glas  (  who  doesn’t  want  to  write  geralt’s  biggest  fear  am  i  right  )  ,  imlerith  ,  nithral  .

 essi  daven  ,  bless  her  heart  .  she  deserves  so  much  and  got  so  little  .

 want  someone  who  can  totally  kick  geralt’s  ass  and  almost  kill  him  ?  vilgefortz  .

 RIENCE  .

 i’m  gonna  say  it  …  borch  three  jackdaws  .

 if  you’re  in  the  mood  to  write  a  shitty  dad  ….  emhyr  var  emreis  .  {:

 speaking  of  the  other  shithead  ,  radovid  v  .

 another  king  ?  still  crying  about  foltest  over  here  .

 MOUSESACK  ?!  or  ermion  ,  if  we’re  referring  to  the  games  here  .  same  guy  .

 sorceresses  of  the  lodge  .  philippa  eilhart  ,  margarita  laux-antille  ,  fringilla  vigo  ,  sabrina  glevissig  ,  sheala  de  tancarville  .

 bonus  tissaia  .

 does  anyone  even  remember  who  lytta  neyd  is  .

 nenneke  …  nenneke  ,  good  mother  .  love  you  .  x

 speaking  of  mom  …  visenna  .

 wanna  write  a  shapeshifter  ?  dudu  .  love  that  little  doppler  .

 the  other  leo  ,  that  asshole  leo  bonhart  .

 lmfao  DIJKSTRA  .

 plopping  zoltan  chivay  and  yarpen  zigrin  right  here  because  i  love  them  .  love  them  so  much  .

 ultimately  ,  if  you’re  planning  on  writing  any  witcher  characters  at  all  ,  even  ones  that  aren’t  on  this  list  …  please  just  throw  them  at  me  .

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fallesto:

There had been warmth, conformt, affection and dare say it - love. She was more of a mother to him than the woman that brought him into this world. He could remember fondly the teachings, the many lessons and studies - not all of it had been so serious. He could remember her using her magic to amusing antics, to give him playful times and to create fun for him, a future king such as he was isolated from all the other children.

Yet that had all changed when his father had died. He was only a child - far too young to have a crown put upon his head and not nearly enough ready for the duties of a king. A regent was installed and the warmth and love that was once there - was replaced with coldness and distance. He was cast out, shunned and treated as if he was lower than dirt.

HE NEVER FORGETS - HE NEVER FORGIVES.

That had been a long time ago and he was no longer a prince nor a boy - he was a king now and all those who had taunted him, all those who had treated him like dirt and filth now were ash. He cared little about the other kings, the assassination of kings as they were calling it - it did not concern him at the slightest, he was an impossible target, heavily protected and always surrounded by his most loyal guards.

He was not a fool - the lodge had indeed order the death of a king - ONE KING and no more than that. The others who now were headless - that was not there doing, but this chaos was an opportunity for him. Already the game of chess had started, pieces were being moved, Temeria had fallen into his hands, but why would he stop there - all of the north was within reach now.

“Not anymore, these assassinations are over. Demavend, Foltest and Henselt are dead - now only I remain.” He stood over her, his cold golden eyes cast down at her, on her knees for the first time in her life, a place that suited her. “Tell me - Demavend was your only target - I know the rest had nothing to do with you, but they shall be pinned on you regardless. Tell me why Demavend - why have him killed?”

@fallesto (Radovid)

There had been a time when she had begun to care for the boy -- no doubt a most distasteful result of not being able to have children of her own. She had been quick to put a stop to showing any undue kindness or softness toward the young king, forcing herself to see him as the means to an end that he was meant to be.

She had demanded much of him and nothing had been ever quite good enough for him to be rewarded with her approval, but he had tried and tried nonetheless. 

Now, that little boy who had been so eager to please was nowhere to be seen. He loomed over her, his eyes full of such coldness -- oh how the tables had turned. She had expected to be standing in triumph, not kneeling at the feet of her ward. shackled in dimeritium. 

Nothing had gone to plan. One king was to have been killed, but that brute Letho had gone rogue and gone after the whole lot of them. Nevertheless, she had been able to improvise, adapt and overcome. Temeria had been stabilized due to her influence, and Saskia was ready to fill the void left by Demavend’s death. Everything had come together despite Letho’s actions.

“Tell me - Demavend was your only target - I know the rest had nothing to do with you, but they shall be pinned on you regardless. Tell me why Demavend - why have him killed?”

He knew far more than she had ever thought possible, and he hadn’t shown his hand even once. It was almost masterful. Even Djikstra would have been impressed.

“You truly need to ask? You disappoint me. Demavend was a fool and under his rule, civil war would have destroyed Aedirn. It was the best way to begin the work to stabilize the region.”

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