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Eastern European Wedding Pictures featuring the Witcher, part 3
(part 1) (part 2)
#small batch bc i am running out of good photos#yenralt#rorveth#thronebreaker#foltest x letho#i guess this is now a thing on this blog#witcher crack#the witcher 2: assassins of kings#tw2#tw3#the witcher 3: wild hunt#foltest#letho#yennefer#geralt of rivia#gaunter o'dimm#masterpieces of religious art#coming up next: anime edit
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For those of us who do not have iMessenger, here is all of the Witcher stickers. :D
#The Witcher#Letho of Gulet#Dandelion#Roach#Kiera x Lambert#Drowner & Nekker#Shani#Eskel#Foltest#Brewess Weavess and Whispress#Phillip Strenger#Priscilla#Yennefer#Eredin Caranthir and Imlerith#Triss Merigold#Vernon Roche#Olgierd and Gaunter#The Caretaker#Emiel Regis#Dethmold#Zoltan Chivay#Thaler#Vesemir#Johnny and Sarah#Geralt#Ciri#Avallac'h#Iorveth#Morvran Voorhis#Philippa Eilhart
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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.
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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.”
#fallesto#|| Philippa Eilhart#|| from pawn to king (Radovid)#th. philippa | radovid: consequences of betrayal
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the witcher + eurovision 2023 music videos
it's eurovision season!
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#vernon roche#iorveth#foltest#geralt of rivia#cirilla fiona elen riannon#emhyr var emreis#letho of gulet#dandelion#dijkstra#meve of lyria#yennefer of vengerberg#triss merigold#the witcher#witcher crack#rorveth#foltest x letho#letho x foltest#does this pairing have a name even#lmao demavend looks like a jojo character#masterpieces of religious art#eurovision 2023
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