#geralt x assassin!reader

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- I am back after a while! And this turned out more like Daemon x Daughter!Reader but I love the short interaction between Aemond and (Y/N).

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Rage of a Mother

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary- (Y/N) was Daemon's eldest daughter, married to Aemond Targaryen to ease the conflicts going on between the Blacks and the Greens. But only did the start of Civil War broke her more and more...

Tag List- @eliseline, @little-moonbeam-666, @blackhoodlea, @omgsuperstarg, @shopping, @lizlovecraft, @dayane, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @all-things-fandomstuck, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @morganastrucker, @shrexy, @helloitsshitzulover, @daringboba, @minaxcarter, @b-tchymoon

GIF Credits to @laenasvelaryon

The rain was heavy, even in King's Landing. The restless winds could be heard in the thick walls of Red Keep. The shadows of the curtains moved with the hard winds.

(Y/N) leaned back in the rocking chair, hugging herself while waiting for her husband to return from Storm's End. She felt nausea while waiting for Aemond to return.

Her family is going on a civil war. Her father and stepmother and step-siblings were in Dragonstone, while she sat here, surrounded by her good family and her husband and her daughter.

Only Visenya was the light of happiness in the present darkness of (Y/N)'s life. A child of 6 moons, she loved to be by her mother's side, giggling and brightening up (Y/N)'s days.

(Y/N) could hear the heavy steps and the opening of their chambers' double door. Knowing who it was, (Y/N) decided not to move from her place near the fireplace, instead caressing her daughter's silver hair.

Aemond moved silently, placing his dark coat on the chair near his study table, he moved to sit beside (Y/N). He placed a careful hand on Visenya's back, while rubbing soothing circles on (Y/N)'s forearm.

"What happened in Storm's End?" She voiced her thoughts, a fraction of them at least. She saw Aemond take a deep breath, the gears of his mind churning. "Aemond, what happened?" She asked strictly.

"Vhagar did it," Aemond said, absent-mindedly. (Y/N) blinked blankly, frowning slightly. "Vhagar did what?" (Y/N)'s anxiousness was reaching the skies as Aemond's silence prolonged. "Aemond, are you going to answer me?" (Y/N) whisper-yelled.

"I killed Lucerys."

The ground beneath (Y/N)'s feet slipped away. Her lilac widened as she stared at her husband with shock. Tears brimmed in her eyes, her grip on her daughter tightening protectively.

"Rhaenyra will not let us live in peace anymore," she whispered silently. Her eyes scanned the entire room, trying to tame the storm in her body. She stood up and walked to Visenya's crib, carefully placing her in the crib.

"You don't know what you have done, Aemond," (Y/N) said, panic taking over her. "They will not harm you, my love. Neither will they hurt Visenya. I will make sure of it," Aemond said, walking to embrace (Y/N).

"Rhaenyra would stop at nothing, now," (Y/N) whispered into Aemond's tunic. "I will protect you and Vis at any cost."

Only that Aemond didn't know what was yet to come for him and his wife.

The castle was in chaos, knights running around, trying to find the assassins of the young princess. Guards were positioned to guard Prince Aemond's chamber where all the royals sat in a complete silence.

(Y/N) sat beside the wooden coffin which held the dead body of her daughter. A single, crystal tear had slipped down her eyes, staining her pale skin. Her hands curled up in fist, sitting on her lap as she looked far away at Visenya's crib. Only physically there, while her mind wandered somewhere else.

Aemond sat beside her, a hand on the hilt of his sword while the other rested on the wood. His keen eye was fixed on the coffin, rage swirled in him. Rage directed towards the Blacks and more towards himself.

Helaena sat on a chair nearby the pair, cradling his youngest born while a solemn look was engraved on her face. Aegon, for a first time in a while, looked a bit sober as he sat four chairs away from Helaena.

Alicent sat behind Aemond, a hand on his back in a way to provide him some sort of comfort in this moment of sorrow.

"It is time for her to go, my children," Alicent spoke up after a while, her voice lowered than usual. Aemond nodded, his jaw tightening as his eye watered.

"(Y/N)," Aemond called softly, his voice cracking slightly as he took in his wife's appearance. Empty eyes, pale skin, deadpan face. (Y/N) blinked once, for the first time moving her gaze from the crib to something else; or someone else.

"You go," (Y/N) said, her voice rough after not speaking anything for a whole day. Before Aemond could argue, (Y/N) stood up, dusting off her black dress. "I have another important thing to attend to," She said blankly.

More important than your own daughter's funeral?

Both Aemond and Alicent wanted to ask this but both were aware of the consequences of asking it. Aemond wasn't sure how (Y/N) was feeling on the inside. Meanwhile, Alicent was silent because in a way, she knew what important thing (Y/N) had; and truthfully, if anything like this would have happened to her she would have done that as well.

(Y/N) leaned down to place a kiss on the coffin, a final goodbye to her 6½ moons old daughter. Caressing the wood, she whispered her goodbye and a promise.

(Y/N) watched as Aemond and Ser Criston carried the coffin on their shoulders, walking down to the shore to burn her body with dragon fire. Alicent and Helaena hugged (Y/N) before leaving to follow the coffin.

Once everyone were gone, (Y/N) changed into her riding pants and tunic. Strapping the small sword her father had given, (Y/N) walked to the Dragon pit. She could hear Daehna's growls as she closed towards her den.

In the darkness, Daehna's gold toned scales shone dauntingly in the torch's fire. The black slit of her eyes, surrounded by the brightest of fire, narrowed in rage.

She let out an angry growl, clearly in agony of her rider's pain. She lowered herself to let (Y/N) step up on her, sitting down on her.

Daehna spread her wings, walking out in the clear sky. "Sōvegon nyke naejot Zaldrīzesdōron," (Fly me to Dragonstone) it was a simple command, followed immediately as Daehna rose up in the air, already flying towards her rider's desired destination.

Daemon stood on the shore of Dragonstone, the coast clean with only him in attendance. The news had traveled to Dragonstone from King's Landing and Daemon was left in agony, for his daughter.

He had commanded the death of the King's son but instead, those assassins mistook his own granddaughter for the King's offspring.

Daemon heard a familiar growl of dragon, Daehna. He had expected (Y/N) to show up, either in rage or in pain, and he was about to find out which side of his daughter had come back.

He turned around to find his daughter walking towards him, her hand clutching on the hilt of the small sword he had given her when she turned ten and six namedays old.

"(Y/N)," he called, only to be met by a glare. "Why?" She asked instead, stopping a few meters away from her father. "I apologize for your daughter's death," Daemon said softly, taking a few steps toward her.

"Murdered. You ordered her death. You murdered my daughter," (Y/N) hissed, eyes watering as she thought of her daughter's bloodied body, throat split opened mercilessly. "It wasn't supposed to be Visenya, daughter. It was supposed to be one of Aegon's," Daemon said, instantly regretting it as he saw (Y/N)'s hand clinched in fist.

"Out of anyone in our family, I had least expected you. I feel disgusted to call you my father now." Each word which left (Y/N)'s throat was a stab to Daemon's heart.

"Lucerys was killed by your husband, (Y/N). Rhaenyra grieved her son," Daemon said softly, trying to place his hand on her elbow but she stepped back, repulsed. "And I grieved him. But I see no grief in your eyes for your granddaughter; for your blood," (Y/N) growled, turning around on her heels.

Daemon saw Daehna move, lowering down her head to align it parallel to the ground. She opened her mouth, making Daemon close his eyes. If it was supposed to be his death than he won't fight it, not after what he had done, but he felt no fire only a threatening roar.

"Now, there will be a war, Daemon," Daemon flinched at his name, while (Y/N) continued. "And I will make sure your wife will regret every bit of it; even if it means my death."

Daemon watched as (Y/N) and Daehna disappear in the skies, leaving him behind with tears and pain. His favorite child had announced a war against him and his family, clearly announcing her fidelity.

Daemon kneeled down, letting the waves wash away some of his sorrows as he cried, grieving both the death of his granddaughter and the death of (Y/N)'s innocence.

Gone was his daughter and gone was their bond.

[scarlet2007]

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ ₊︶꒷꒦︶

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

Fandoms i currently write for:

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・BTS.

˳✧₊┊[ 2 ]・Hunter x Hunter.

˳✧₊┊[ 3 ]・Harry Potter.

˳✧₊┊[ 4 ]・Marvel.

˳✧₊┊[ 5 ]・The Witcher.

˳✧₊┊[ 6 ]・Omniscient reader's viewpoint.

˳✧₊┊[ 7 ]・Batman. [Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd.]

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Bangtan boys ₊︶꒷꒦︶

[ Jimin ]

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・Highschool sweethearts.

- Summary: You caught the attention of the highschool sweetheart.

- Genre: Yandere, Kidnapping.

No work for other members available yet, feel free to request.

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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Hunter x Hunter ₊︶꒷꒦︶

[ Illumi Zoldyck ]

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・ Illumi x reader

- Summary: Illumi finally kidnaps his S/O.

- [ Series ]

[ Adult trio + Kurapika ]

˳✧₊┊[ 💜 ]・To tame a mermaid's heart.

- Summary: After being kidnapped by Chrollo, a certain clown and assassin took an interest in her as her childhood friend, Kurapika Kurta, tried to free her from the clutches of those monsters. But perhaps, Kurapika has become one too.

No work for other characters available yet, feel free to request!

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Harry Potter ₊︶꒷꒦︶

Upcoming series: Tom Riddle x reader.

No work available yet, feel free to request!

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ The Witcher₊︶꒷꒦︶

[ Geralt ]

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・The Witcher's Witch.

- Summary: Being rescued by the Witcher after being accused of being a Witch was the last thing you expected in life. But it looks like kindness can go a long way if shown to the right people.

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Omniscient Reader₊︶꒷꒦︶

Upcoming series.

No work for any characters available yet, feel free to request!

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

Things I don't mind writting for:

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・Yandere theme.

˳✧₊┊[ 2 ]・Dark themes.

˳✧₊┊[ 3 ]・Romance.

˳✧₊┊[ 4 ]・Non - Yandere themes / Fluff / Angst.

˳✧₊┊[ 5 ]・Characters / members / reader as hybrid.

˳✧₊┊[ 6 ]・Characters / members / reader as super natural beings.

˳✧₊┊[ 7 ]・Crossovers in certain fandoms. [Only if I feel like it will fit]

˳✧₊┊[ 8 ]・Poly relationships.

˳✧₊┊[ 9 ]・There are more stuff that I am down to write for, feel free to request!

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Things I will not write:

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・Non-con, smut. [I am very much underage.]

˳✧₊┊[ 2 ]・Pregnancy, miscarriage, one night stands.

˳✧₊┊[ 3 ]・Pedophilia, Huge age-gap [Like 20-30 years, I don't mind a 10 years age gap but anything above 15 is a no for me]

˳✧₊┊[ 4 ]・Open relationships.

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

- Also, I don't have a schedule.

- I am not taking requests anymore.

- And there might be a lot of things that I may / may not write for that I forgot to mention as I am still figuring out my writing style and what I feel comfortable doing.

꒷꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒦꒷︶꒷︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷꒷꒦꒷︶꒦ ͘ ˖ ⊹

𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎!

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ ₊︶꒷꒦︶

[alilixx]

fanfic characters x reader

I would also write fanfics about the actors (they are mostly the ones playing the characters on the list)

Here is my list:

Harry Potter:

Severus Snape:

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Barty Crouch Jr.

Bellatrix Lestrange

Lucius Malfoy

Character I'm not sure I do:

Fred Weasley 

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Tom Riddle 

Regulus Black

Fantastic Beasts:

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald

Minerva McGonagall

Lord Percival Graves

Hogwarts Legacy:

Phineas Nigellus Black

Sebastian Sallow

Aesop Sharp

Mirabel Garlick

Ominis Gaunt

Grand Theft Auto:

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Franklin Clinton

Niko Bellic

Steve Haines

Lester Crest

Agent 14

Naruto:

Kakashi Hatake

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Tsunade

Jiraya

Minato Namikaze

Gaara

Tobirama Senju

Senju Hashirama

Inuzuka Hana

Mitarashi Anko

Darui

Kushina Uzumaki

Kiba Inuzuka

Uchiha Shisui

Yujito Nii

Ôtsutsuki Indra

Ôtsutsuki Asura

Uchiha Obito

Mei Temurî

Boruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Mitsuki

Kawaki

Boruto Uzumaki

Konoha-Maru Sarutobi

Sakura Haruno

The Devil Wears Prada:

Serena

Miranda Priestly

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuji Itadori

Utahime Iori

Masamichi Yaga

Inumaki Toge

Okkotsu Yûta

Sheko Ieiri

Yuki Tsukumo

Uraume

Toji Fushiguro

Gong Shi Woo

Atsuya Kusakabe

Ieri Shôko

Zenin Mai

Zenin Maki

Choso

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Mei Mei

Kento Nanami

Assassination Classroom:

Tadaomi Karasuma

Irina Jelavic

Koro Sensei (human)

One piece:

Shanks

Portgas D.Ace

Don Quijote Doflamingo

Roronoa Zoro

Sanji Vinsmoke

Coby

Trafalgar Law

Sabo

Marvel:

Agatha Harkness

Hela

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Yelena Belova

Loki Laufeyson

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Matt Murdock

May Parker

Scott Lang

Shang Chi

Stephen Strange

Thena

Wanda Maximoff

Xu Wenwu

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems

Morticia Addams

Lucifer:

Lucifer Morningstar

Chloe Decker 

Mazikeen Smith

Amenadiel

Charlotte Richards

Aurora (Rory) Morningstar

Michael

Sandman:

The Corinthian

Lucifer Morningstar

Desire

Johanna Constantine

Bleach:

Ichigo Kurosaki

Sousuke Aizen

Kuchiki Buyakuya

Coyote Stark

Resident Evil:

Leon S. Kennedy

Chris Redfield

Ashley Graham

Ethan Winters

Carlos Oliveira

Helena Harper

Rosemary Winters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Dr House:

Dr Gregory House

Dr Lisa Cuddy

Dr James Wilson

Dr Alissa Cameron

Dr 13

Two and a Half Men:

Charlie Harper

Walden Schmidt

Judith Harper

Jenny

Politicians:

Emmanuel Macron (French President)

Gabriel Attal (French Prime Minister)

Mathieu Maucort (French  Interministerial Delegate)

Jordan Bardella (European Deputy and French President of the RN)

Volodimir Zelensky (Ukranian President)

Justin Trudeau (Canada Prime Minister)

I'M NOT TALK ABOUT MY POLITICAL PARTY OR WHETHER I SUPPORT THEM OR NOT!!! ONLY FOR PHYSICS HUH

Star Wars:

Kylo Ren

Captain Phasma

Din Djarin

Poe Dameron

Valorant:

Chamber

Viper

Reyna

Omen

La Casa De Papel:

Berlin

El Professor

Suárez

My Hero Academia:

Dabi

Shota Aizawa

Nemuri Kayama

Todoroki Shôto

Toga Himiko

Shimura Nana

Chisaki Kai

Attack on titan:

Hanji Zoe

Levi Ackerman

Annie Leonhart

Mikasa Ackerman

Pirates of the caribbean:

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

Sweeney Todd:

Sweeney Todd

Mrs. Lovett

Judge Turpin

The Witcher:

Geralt Of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Ciri

Kaamelott:

Arthur Pendragon

Léodagan

Bohort

Yvain

Gauvain

Ygerne

Elias de Kelliwic’h

Spy X Family

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Castlevania

Dracula

Leon Belmont

Alucard

Trevor Belmont

Richard Belmont

Tera

Five Nights at Freddy’s

William Afton

Michael Schmidt

Vanessa Shelly

Satsuriku no Tenshi

Isaac Foster

Haikyuu!!

Yū Nishinoya

Tobio Kageyama

Tetsurō Kuroo

Fugou Keiji: Balance:UNLIMITED

Daisuke Kambe

Haru Katou

Ryo Hosino

Owari no Seraph

Guren Ichinose

Mikaela Hyakuya

Ferid Bathory

Crowley Eusford

Kureto Hiragi

Shinya Hiragi

Horn Skuld

Chess Belle

Rokudenashi Majutsu Koushi to Akashic Records

Glenn Radars

Sistine Fibel

Celica Arfonia

Albert Frazer

Domestic na Kanojo

Hina Tachibana

Rui Tachibana

Masaki Kobayashi

Reiji Kiriya

My new boss is Goofy

Shirosaki Yusei

Mitsuo Aoyama

Kinjo Aigo

Buddy Daddies

Kugi Kyûtarô

Suwa Rei

Kurusu Kazuki

Unasaka Misaki

Other characters

Sakata Gintoki from Gintama

Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones by Gwendoline Christie

Hans Gruber from Die Hard by Alan Rickman

Sinclair Bryant from Close my eyes by Alan Rickman

Miranda Hilmarson from Top of the Lake by Gwendoline Christie

Charlie Harper from My Uncle Charlie by Charlie Sheen

Isaac Foster from Angels of Deaths

Link from The Legend Of Zelda

Cereza from Bayonetta

Leonora Lesso from School for Good and Evil by Charlize Theron

Elaine Markinson from Gringo by Charlize Theron

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal by Mads Mikkelson

Miss Perergrine from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Particular Children by Eva Green

Joel Miller from The Last Of Us by Pedro Pascal

Mr.Cat from Kaeloo

Marc from Le Flambeau by Jonathan Cohen

John Wick from John Wick’s movies by Keanu Reeves

Joe Goldberg from You by Penn Badgley

Crowley from Good Omens by David Tennant

Max Black from 2 Broke girls by Kat Dennings

Tobias from Ghost

[cosmos-coma]

May I request something about sorceress reader and Eskel's first meeting? 🥰

First Meetings

A/N: Hehe, I hope you don't mind that I took this in a bit of a funny route, but I just thought it would be cute! Happy new year anon and thank you for requesting the last fic of 2022!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: ~1.1k

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It wasn’t often that Yennefer asked for your help with something- well, let’s rephrase that; Yennefer never asks anybody for help, so when she called you on the megascope asking for your help with a magic item you rushed over right away. 

You portaled your way to the coordinates she gave you and stepped out into a large stone courtyard, that had grass poking up through every crack. A slight chill passed through you as the mountain air brushed your skin. 

“Y/n!” Yen called and waved to you from across the courtyard where she stood next to some tall bulky and oddly shaped machine. 

“Yennefer..! Um… what is this…?” you motioned to it and jumped in surprise as a mountain of a man popped out from behind it. His eyes were gold like honey and he stood at least half a head taller than you. Long scars ran from his forehead, down the right side of his face, notching his lip and finishing their lengthy dance at his chin.

“My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you…” The witcher said, a shy smile covering his features as he took a step to the side.

“Y/n, this is Eskel- Geralt’s brother. I need the both of you to help me with this confounded machine. You see it’s supposed to take a certain kind of magic and force to get it unlocked.” She explained as she waved her hand, leaning on the table of bottles and ingredients she had brought out. “It doesn’t seem to want to take to my magic, so I thought perhaps it would like you more.”

“Right, and why am I here again?” Eskel asked for what felt like the twelfth time, i mean- why exactly couldn't Geralt do this? 

Yen frowned and let out a sigh, “Because Geralt it busy getting me more materials for my ritual and we need witcher strength for this.” Gracefully she pushed off the table and brought you both to the machine, “ okay, hands here- Y/n your hands go on top of Eskel's, and we can just channel magic straight through.” She directed your positions as you moved awkwardly around the Handsome witcher. 

“No, No, no… this won’t work, I think we’ll just have to have Eskel stand behind you- that will be most comfortable.” She pushed you towards his arms, a small mischievous smile playing at her lips. 

A warm blush spread across your cheeks as Eskel's strong arms came around you and his chest pressed up against your back. He was solid like a brick wall, but still soft enough to be comfortable as you found yourself leaning back against him. His presence behind you felt safe and comfortable- something you weren’t used to as a sorceress. You always had your head on a swivel to keep an eye out for the next sabotage, the next assassination attempt, everything. But this security was new to you… and rather refreshing too.

Eskel's put his hands on the etched marks of the machine and found himself holding his breath as you placed your hands over his. Your touch was gentle and sent a wave of calm through him despite the awkward situation you've both been put in. 

Yennefer nodded as she inspected you two and the machine, “Perfect. Now I’ve heard rumors that its best to think of strong positive emotions when you perform this, both of you. So, Eskel maybe just think about Lil Bleater or something.” she commented and went back to the table. “ I’m still not certain how this machine works, so I’ll stand back here and watch for any changes.” 

“Lil Bleater?” you asked as you tilted your head back to look up at Eskel, “Who is-?” 

‘Baaaa!’ you were interrupted by the sudden bleating of a young goat who you assume must have heard you calling it. 

A faint blush of it’s own shaded the witcher’s cheeks as he nodded, “Yes, Lil Bleater is my pet goat. She’s a trouble maker, but she’s cute so I keep her around” he tried to joke, relieved as he heard the laugh bubble up from you in response. 

“Sounds like Geralt and Yennefer…” you mumbled under your breath, enticing a laugh from Eskel that rumbled through his chest and into you. Your smile felt easier as you watched the notch in his lip pull back as he smiled and your chest felt warm the more watched him. 

“You’re right about that… Are you ready to start?”

“Right, yes, I’m ready” you took a deep breath, “okay, here we go.”

A warm tingling sensation seeped through Eskel’s hands and into the machine- pulling nothing from him but comfort and ease as you leaned back against him. He did his best to think of pleasant memories from his childhood or time on the path, but instead he found himself just looking down at you- concentrating instead on the smooth curves to your features and the concentration on your face. 

You weren’t too much different as you channeled magic into Eskel and the machine. Thinking only of the way Eskel’s arms around you made you feel and the way the light glinted in his smile. You poured that comfort and safety he made you feel into the very magic you put forth.

Yen smiled as she watched the two of you attempt to get the machine to work and held her hand out for her mug as Geralt returned once more- no ingredients or materials in hand, just a simple mug.

“How’s it going?” He asked as he leaned on the table beside her, watching you and Eskel stand essentially wrapped around each other. 

“All according to plan.”

He hummed as he nodded- taking a quick sip as he continued watching. “How long to you think it’ll take them to realize that the machine doesn’t actually do anything and that this was just a ploy to get them together…?” 

“Hmmm, Maybe 20 minutes.” Yen hid her grin behind her mug. Her and Geralt had seen for quite a while now that you and Eskel would be perfect for each other, but you could never seem to find each other naturally. So of course the obvious solution to this was to lie to you both and force you to get uncomfortably close straight away. 

“Hm, I’ve got 50 crowns that says it takes over an hour.” Geralt smiled as he held his hand out to her. 

“You’re on, witcher.” She agreed and shook his hand, turning back to watch you and Eskel fall for each other just as she intended.

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Geralt of rivia x Reader

Warning: slight angst

I was riding my horse, going toward Kaer Morhen, Vesemir needed my help. Even though I'm not a Witcher biologically speaking, I am a Monster Hunter, that is to say a Witcher/Witcheress ? Maybe. My shoulder was still sore from my encounter with drowners, which ended up quite badly for them. Vesemir was already at the entrance waiting for me, thanks to his Witcher senses. "Y/N! It's good to see you" He beamed while I dismounted. "Hello Vesemir!"This was an easy trip but quite exhausting" I yawned. "You sure are no lady" He shook his head. I have a tendency to forget the word propriety. "Go rest child, I'll explain everything to you after a snooze... You should hurry up" I nodded at him and headed to my room. I fought the urge to check if the boys were here too, and decided against it my beauty sleep worth more than those men. I was reaching for the door knob when I heard a sound coming from the room. I slowly open the door to realize that it's only Mister Geralt of Rivia. I clear my throat. "Y/N" He replied sternly. "What are you doing here?" I sassed. "I'm a Witcher so I live here... Any other stupid questions?" He mocked. "Let's put it in simple words: Get out" I hissed. "Oh! I should be the one to get out while you're not one of us... And.You.Will.Never.Be" He spat. I entered the room walking past him to get in my bed. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked. "Sleeping in my room" I retorted. He was beyond furious, but I couldn't even care less. He stomped out of my room leaving me alone to drift to sleep.

A nap later...

He needed me to take care of a Witcher of the school of the cat, those Witchers became hired assassins. Vesemir wants me to take care of them to clear the Witcher's name. I was going with Geralt since I don't have any Witcher's abilities. Before losing his memory, Geralt and I were good friends maybe a little more...But then he lost his memory and forgot about us. Anyways I mounted my mare and saw Geralt on roach, coming closer to me. "Let's get going" He instructed. I followed him slowly not uttering a single word. That lasted until he spoke up "Say Y/N, did we ever kissed?" I almost fell from my horse "Why do you ask?"I asked sheepishly. "Because i can having the same dream... We're on the training ground, and we're talking and i can't hear a word of what you are saying. You lean your head on my shoulder and we stay there. This dream almost looks like a memory of mine buried deep inside me" He explained. "We did... Just after that conversation we kissed, that was the last time I saw you before your memory loss..."I admitted "It's getting dark, we should settle down to sleep" I changed the topic

After we set up everything, I sat and watched the sunset thinking about what Geralt said, Everything is a blur right now...Geralt sat beside me, so close that our thighs were touching.I gazed up at him. "I'm sorry for this morning, i'm just so frustrated...I can't remember anything about us" He confessed. I smiled, and put my head on his shoulder. He stiffened at my action but soon relaxed. I don't how much time we stayed there but one sure thing is that it was relaxing. "I'm sorry that I can't remember us" "I think that I have a way for you to remember" I chuckled. He catched on my thought and leaned in to kiss me...

Here is my first One shot about my dear Geralt of Rivia. Feel free to like and comment, also if you have a request comment below. Take care Witchers

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HEARTBEAT | After learning your fear of horses, Geralt takes a gentle approach at teaching you to trust his companion, Roach.

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The Black Blade

Anonymous: omg pls pretty pls for me write scenario 10 w/ geralt x reader!!

Prompt: After stalking their prey and tracking their movements for so long, assassin CHARACTER has begun to fall in love with them.

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Warnings: mentions of poison, blood, gore, killing, fluff, tiny bit of angst

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Summary: Y/N is an assassin known as the Black Blade. She has taken to a contract to kill Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf. She spends months tracking him, learning his habits and patterns in order to complete her contract, and falls for him over that time.

The Black Blade

It had been months of tracking, months of hiding, slowly learning his habits. You had never met him, but you knew him intimately. You knew that he talked to his horse when he was lonely, that he had given her the awful name of Roach. You knew that he travelled alone, and preferred this. You knew that he was an awesome warrior, and that he would be a challenge to apprehend. You knew he slept lightly, or not at all, having learned this particular fact when you made your first attempt.

He had woken before you had even made it into his camp, coming to his feet with his sword drawn, golden eyes piercing the darkness as you dropped to the forest floor, staying as still as you possibly could to avoid detection.

You had spent months following the Witcher known as the White Wolf. Normally, you wouldn’t spend this long on a contract, but the coin had been too good to turn down. You hadn’t met your employer, working through mediaries who had given you a handsome fee when you had agreed to take the job, promising even more when you delivered on their request.

They wanted you to kill Geralt of Rivia.

You were a renowned assassin, the name Black Blade known through the underworld. You had gained that name through your signature black daggers, made out of a dark metal so as not to reflect any light when you hunted in the shadows. You were a shadow, in and out without leaving a trace, and the colour of your blades reflected this. The whispers that accompanied your name were full of fear, speaking of the ruthlessness with which you dispatched your victims. 

You had just completed a difficult contract when you were approached with this offer. Kill the Butcher of Blaviken. We will see that you can retire and live handsomely should you be successful.

A Witcher was a daunting task, they were known for their enhanced senses and their fighting abilities. You were good, but you didn’t know that you were that good. The reward was too enticing though, after a short day of deliberation, you reached out to your contact and told them you would do it.

Shortly, you were provided with funds enough to buy new equipment, a new horse, hunting clothes, and supplies enough for a long hunt. You were delighted to find that you had enough coin to custom order a long, black sword. Your favoured weapons were your daggers and garrote, but a sword was better in a fight, and was better against monsters. Although they were not your primary work, you occasionally made a stop to dispatch a particularly bothersome one, though always for a price. You had had such a sword before, but had lost it when a job had gone sideways. You completed the contract but lost your weapon, so you were delighted to find you could now have a new one made. That alone made this job worth the effort.

You had made several attempts on Geralt’s life so far, but none had been successful so far. The first attempt, you had misjudged the Witcher. You had only been following him for a couple of weeks and had decided the best time to make your move was at night. He travelled alone and slept alone, you figured it would be an easy in and out, slit his throat in the night. You still hadn’t figured out what gave you away, the man had shot up as soon as you had gotten within fifteen feet of his camp, sword in hand. You had spent the next several hours motionless, your hood up to cover your face as the Witcher sat next to his fire, gazing into the darkness.

You had learned your lesson after that. You hadn’t realized that Witchers’ senses were so enhanced. Even when you were riding far back, the man would occasionally stop, suddenly turning to look behind him. You would dive for the treeline at these points, and after Geralt had performed this maneuver several times, you took to riding close to the trees.

When in town, you would try to approach him unnoticed, possibly slip a knife between his ribs, prick him with your poisons, slip a potion into his drink. No matter what you did, you were unable to get close to him. He was always alone, no one would approach him, making it difficult for you to do so. Even when was in a crowd, he always seemed to know you were there, and you were reluctant to tip your hand.

The most recent attempt was somewhat closer, taking place in an inn. You had dressed in a tight red dress, the fabric hugging your curves. The dress flowed off of your shoulders, highlighting your collar bones and pale skin. Long sleeves adorned your arms, ending in silver wire bracelets that could quickly be turned into a garrote. The skirt was long, a slit running up the side to just below your hip, hiding the dagger strapped to your thigh. The back of the dress was laced tightly, allowing various small knives and other weapons to be tucked into the fabric. You had lined your eyes with kohl and painted your lips, highlighting your sharp features.

You had spent the night fending off the advances of other men, waiting for your target to let his guard down. He had stayed at his table, eating and drinking all night. He didn’t even glance at the other working girls in the tavern, much less you. Though you tried, you couldn’t get close to him all night without seeming suspicious. Every other girl ignored him after the first was blatantly ignored. You could feel him looking at you occasionally, but not with any interest, just a professional courtesy to see who else was in the room with him.

Frustrated, you went to the bar in search of a mug of ale. The next time a man sidled up to you, complimenting you on your beauty, you smiled and fluttered your eyelashes at him, allowing him to escort you out of the inn.

Once outside, you were quick to snatch one of your daggers, striking him in the temple and slowly lowering him to lean against one of the buildings, retrieving your belongings from your room and slipping off into the night.

***~*~*~*~***

Before you could make your next attempt, a problem made itself apparent. Namely, in the shape of a lively bard. Although you were an assassin, you still had morals. Unlike the mercenaries who would kill anyone and anything, you chose your victims carefully. Only those who were truly deserving of death’s embrace received the kiss of your blade. Jaskier, as you discovered he was called, was guilty of nothing except an overindulgence in fine wine and fine woman. Nothing that you would determine to be a crime worthy of your touch.

The bard travelled with Geralt for the next few weeks, their paths seemingly going in the same direction. While you were frustrated at this interruption, it gave you a chance to learn more about Geralt’s mannerisms and habits. 

You learned that he hated showing feelings, but had certain tells. His lips would turn up just the slightest at the corners when he was amused or happy. For the most part his face was still, but you had been trained to read people. The slight wrinkling of his eyes, the tip of his head, this man was very emotive. Even his single word responses told much, depending on the inflection, he could communicate interest, happiness, displeasure. 

His body language was very expressive as well. He would remain alert, but you could see the exact moment when he turned to alarm. When he was frustrated or sad, his posture would tense. This would happen often when he was thrown out of a town just for being a Witcher. You sympathized with him, when the people would discover who you were and what you did, you were often leaving a few hours later with your tail between your legs. 

Just like you, he never unpacked his bags, even when the two would camp or stay at an inn for longer than a day. You always had to be ready to leave, to be prepared for the worst. Often, Geralt would leave beige Jaskier, waiting in the woods for him when the villagers started to get twitchy. 

You learned that he cared more than he wanted to. Just the fact that he would wait for Jaskier was a sign of this. He would put up with the bard’s singing for hours on end, even when you were starting to question your decision not to harm him, Geralt would only grunt in response to Jaskier’s endless questions, would never lose patience at the incessant chatter. 

Your view of the Witcher changed drastically after he fought and killed a Selkiemore, putting himself into danger to save a town and then refusing the coin offered to him. You could see how thin the children were, how worn the villagers’ clothes were. You felt guilty there, dressed in your good hunting leathers. You left several gold coins in that town before you left. 

You could hear Jaskier berating Geralt for not taking the coin as they travelled down the road. Geralt just grunted in reply, trying to dismiss the conversation. Jaskier wasn’t leaving it though, continuing to pester the Witcher before he spun in his saddle to pin the bard with a piercing glare. 

“Did you not see the state that those people were in? They could barely afford to feed their children, much less pay me. I will not take coin from those who need it.”

The bard was shocked into silence, though only for a moment until he burst into song once more. You could hardly hear Jaskier’s singing as your thoughts whirled around your head. Everything you had been taught about Witcher’s was slowly being dismantled the longer you followed this man. They were said to have no feelings, yet Geralt was more expressive than any other man you knew, in his own way. He cared more than the lords in charge of the land, did more for the people than anyone else did. He frequently put himself in danger when no one else would, taking the most dangerous jobs and occasionally refusing payment when he didn’t think the people could afford it. 

He was the complete opposite of you. 

You thought you only killed those who deserved it, imagined yourself a saviour to their victims, an avenging angel. You realized you were what the people thought Witchers were, killing only for coin, killing to survive. 

Killing because they enjoyed it. 

You didn’t realize you had stopped moving until Jaskier’s voice had faded to almost nothing. Shaking yourself to rid you of the thoughts gathered in your head, you hurried to catch up to the pair, making sure to stay out of sight. 

That moment changed you, and you found yourself wondering at how much truth you had been given when your contract outlined why exactly they wanted Geralt dead.

***~*~*~*~***

In the next town, Jaskier and Geralt parted ways. You should have felt happy that the bard was finally gone, that you had a free shot at the Witcher, but you found yourself hesitating to strike. The morals that had formed your shield had suddenly been shattered, leaving you reeling and unsure of what you were killing for. The one was seen as unfeeling and cold cared more about the people he saved, regardless of what they had done or might do. You chose your victims based on a set of rules you had decided on. What made you better than him? What gave you the right to choose who lives and who dies?

You spent your nights guarding the man, patrolling the forest to keep the beasts who would venture near away. The men who came together to throw Geralt out of town were quickly disbanded. A few threats and a showing of your daggers were all that was needed, it rarely took force to make them leave. When it did, you left them unconscious, dispatching them quickly and neatly, not even unsheathing your blades. 

It has now been almost 6 months since you had taken the contract and you needed to finish it soon. Your employers are starting to get impatient, a mediary meeting you at an inn where Geralt had stopped on a job. 

“It seems that your abilities were grossly overestimated when you were recommended to us. My employer didn’t think it would take this long for you to complete the kill.” The man kept his hood up at the table where the two of you sat, tucked away into a corner. 

“I ran into some complications. A bard was travelling with him, and you know my terms. No collateral damage, I kill only those who I have selected.” Your stony face hid your raging emotions. The last few weeks had seen you reluctant to go through with your kill, wondering at the truth of the accusations leveled at Geralt. Everyone had heard of the butcher at Blaviken, but you had come to the realization that there might be more to that story. It had been blown so out of proportion over the years that it was more of a folk tale than a true retelling of the event. 

“We know your terms, that you think that just because you kill criminals you are not one yourself. Finish the job, before we put a contract out for the both of you.”

With that, your contact stood, dropping a small bag onto the table with a clink. “For your troubles, and a reminder of what waits for you at the completion of your task.”  He turned and walked away as you stared at the bag, conflicting emotions raging within you. 

You were startled out of your revery as the man in question came down the stairs, a burst of chatter before a moment of silence following him in. As you watched him, you saw Geralt’s face tighten at the silence. You felt a sharp pain in your chest, recognizing the distrust the people had for him, the feeling of rejection and hatred. It was the same they had for you. 

Stop it, you chided yourself, get this job over and you will be paid enough you won’t have to worry about it anymore. You can choose your jobs, take the ones where they won’t drive you out, where they will thank you for ridding them of one more problem. 

But do I really care so little that I would kill the man who was saving others?

As you came to your decision, the door to the inn flew open and a woman staggered in, sobbing. Being the one closest to her, you grabbed her as she stumbled, depositing her into the chair you had just vacated. 

“My baby,” she wailed, “my baby! She’s been taken by a monster!”

“What monster.” You started at the rough voice that came from over your shoulder. Turning your head, you were met with golden eyes. You quickly focused back on the woman, ignoring the feeling in your chest that accompanied the eye contact with the Witcher. 

“There, there is a monster, it’s- it’s covered in scales, it’s huge! It took my little girl, Witcher, it flew away with her, you must help me!” The woman gripped your arms as you supported her. 

“A description, woman, I need a description! Did it have wings, claws, teeth? Where was it? How big was it? I need to know what I am facing if I am to get your daughter back.” 

You shot Geralt a glare, taking the woman into your arms, gently shushing her as you stroked her hair. “How big was it? Let’s start with that.”

You could feel the Witcher’s glare burning a hole in the back of your head. Ignoring him, you coaxed more information out of the hysterical mother. It was a hunched black creature that had flown down and grabbed the child out of her mother’s arm. Covered in scales and feathers, the thing had two hind legs and massive wings, standing taller than the average man. 

Having passed the exhausted woman over to the matronly innkeeper, you stood and pivoted to look at Geralt. “It sounds like a Shrieker. You will need help.”

He scoffed, “Not from you. I will be fine.”

Surprised at the abrupt rejection, you shook your head and stepped back, silently gesturing at the door. You didn’t look at him as he studied you closely before turning and heading into the night. As the door shut behind him you turned on your heel, racing for the stairs that led to your room. Once there, you donned your armour and buckled your sword to your waist, a combination of ungalvanized steel and silver, made to fight monsters but to still have your signature black colour. You also grabbed your bow, slinging it and your quiver across your back. Once outfitted, you descended the stairs and headed for the stables to retrieve your horse, not allowing yourself to think of what you were heading to do, whether you were going to help or to hinder. You passed the weeping mother on your way, sparing her a glance before you were out the door, mounting your horse and following the Witcher’s path.

***~*~*~*~***

The battle had started by the time you arrived, you could hear the shrieks from the creature as well as the screams of the child. You ignored the sounds of battle, instead following the sound of the child, deciding that that was the safest thing to concern yourself with at the moment. You were conflicted, unsure what you would do when faced with the Witcher.

The Shrieker had landed in a large clearing below a cliff, sheer stone walls on one side and trees on the other. You could see various shelves on the wall, covered in small bones, blood dried from where it had run down. The dirt was churned up with claw marks from the comings and goings of the creature. The Witcher was currently engaged with the Shrieker, ducking under its wings when it slashed, attempting to make his way to its undefended back, not quite able to duck away long enough to do so.

You quickly found the little girl, cowering against the stone face. She was unharmed but for long scratches on her arms. There were small blood trails running from some of them, but no fresh blood was weeping from the wounds. You gently lifted her into your arms, intending to make your way back to your horse and to leave Geralt with the creature when you sensed a presence at your back.

Without thinking, you tucked the girl against your chest and dove to the side, tucking your body around the child’s to protect her, rolling on your shoulder before coming back up to your feet, the girl still in your arms. You dodged again, avoiding a swipe of the creature’s wing in your direction, moving as quickly as you could to where Geralt was getting back to his feet. A quick glance showed a slice to his armour, the gap weeping blood. You were unable to see the wound, but based on the amount of blood he was losing, you didn’t think it was too deep.

“I told you not to come,” he growled out, glancing at you with black eyes. You started slightly, before remembering what you had learned about Witchers in your training. You guessed he had taken an elixir to help in the fight, which had turned his eyes black.

“You didn’t seem to be doing very well by yourself, so I stepped in. You should know from your craft that the most effective attack method against Shriekers involves two people,” you shot back, stepping slightly behind the man as he swung his sword to catch the next swipe of a wing. He grunted, glancing back at you.

“Get the girl out of here, she’s in danger the longer she’s in the clearing.” He continued blocking attacks, not moving much in any direction. He released a shout as a wing clipped him, causing a trickle of blood to run down the side of his face. Realizing he was giving you a chance to get away from the creature, you gripped the girl tighter as she cowered into your shoulder, running to where you had left your horse. You quickly hoisted her into the saddle and handed her the reins. “You can ride, yes?”

At her nod, you turned the horse in the direction of home and safety, jabbing him in the side to force him into a gallop as the little girl clung to the pommel, crouched low over the horse’s neck as it ran. You cinched the bracer on your left arm tighter before reaching behind you to retrieve your bow. You ran back towards the battle, retrieving an arrow and notching it to the string as you went. As you came back to the clearing, you set your feet, aiming for the creature’s eyes. As it turned towards you, you shouted “Down!”

Geralt dropped to his stomach and rolled out of the way of a claw as you released your arrow, allowing it to fly and pierce one of the Shrieker’s eyes. It released a scream, flapping its wings as it reared back on its legs, swinging its head to focus on you. You darted away as it lunged, the spike on its head just missing your ribs. You ran to the side, again sighting and releasing, missing the creature as it turned to go after Geralt who had just struck at its exposed back.

It screeched and staggered in pain, away from Geralt and towards you. As it turned, it slashed at you with a wing, causing you to leap forward, rolling under its wing, forcing you to drop your bow as you went. Coming to your feet, you backed up until you were side by side with Geralt. You unsheathed your sword, ignoring the widening of his eyes as he saw the distinctive colour of the blade.

“You go left, I’ll go right and make noise, try to get it to focus my way. Geralt grunted his assent, readjusting his grip on his sword. 

“Now!” you shouted, leaping to right as you continued to yell and move in sharp, jerky motions, trying to draw attention. You kept one eye on Geralt as he moved to the back of the creature and one eye on the Shrieker itself, bobbing and weaving under the spike and wings as it lunged at you.

You hissed as you felt a wing slice through the leather on your back, hot blood beginning to run down the skin. You hadn’t moved quite fast enough. You swung at the offending wing, catching it and leaving a deep gash in the skin. It roared and swung its head at you, catching you in the chest and throwing you against the stone cliff.

You hit hard, sliding down to sit dazed at the base of the wall, watching as Geralt shouted and leapt, landing on the creature’s back before slashing down its spine. It screamed, thrashing and throwing Geralt off, turning and leaping at him before he could get out of the way. You screamed as it claws opened deep lacerations across the Witcher’s chest, dropping him to the ground as if he was a doll whose strings had been cut.

The world crystallized around you as you forced yourself to your feet, your sword gripped tightly in your hand. Sensing the new threat, the Shrieker ignored the injured Witcher at its feet and spun to face you as you ran towards it, ducking under its blow, rolling and coming up at its back. You thrust your sword forwards, aiming for the slash Geralt had made earlier. Your blade struck home and you pulled down, further injuring the creature as you severed the muscles to its wing.

It pulled away, attempting to crawl to the edge of the clearing, its wings flapping in vain. You followed it, dodging the claws and ignoring the burning line down your back as you chopped at it, finally ending the fight when you struck home and twisted, severing the Shrieker’s spinal cord. 

It hadn’t even collapsed before you had dropped your sword, turning and racing back towards the crumpled man, turning him over onto his back to find a paler than normal complexion and closed eyes. Using one of your daggers, you cut away his armour to get to the wound below.

You thanked whatever gods were out there for Geralt’s Witcher constitution. The bleeding had already started to slow. You exhaled sharply at the sight of the mangled flesh, ripping a piece of his ruined shirt off to press against the wound with one hand as you released your harness with your other, searching for the catch that would reveal the fake bottom in your quiver.

You quickly reached for the items kept there, thread, a needle, and a healing potion. Pulling the cork out of the vial with your teeth, you poured half of it in Geralt’s mouth, massaging his throat to ensure he swallowed before dumping the other half over the wound. You ignored the low moan that came from the man at your actions, taking the needle and thread and stitching the wound closed.

That finished, you left him lying on the ground and went in search of his horse. You had run yours off with the little girl, but you were sure that Roach would be around here somewhere. Finding her, you led her back to the clearing, soothing her when she balked at the stench of the Shrieker. 

Taking the bags off her side, you returned to the Witcher to find slitted golden eyes, the black having faded away while he was injured. Relief coursed through you at the sight of him conscious. He watched you with suspicion as you rifled through his bags as you searched, finding what you were looking for. You turned back to him and held up a roll of bandages before gesturing at him, sliding a hand behind his back as he struggled to sit up. Without speaking, you wound the bandages around his torso. You refused to meet his gaze, feeling his eyes on you the entire time you worked.

You stood, turning on your heel and starting towards the edge of the clearing, trusting that the man would be able to get himself back to the town.

“Wait.” A raspy voice came from behind you, freezing you in your tracks. “I know who you are, Black Blade.”

You looked down at the ground before slowly turning to face him. He was sitting on his own now, staring at you with an expressionless face.

“I know you were hired to kill me.”

Refusing to meet his eyes, you shook your head, releasing a sigh. “Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you? You had the chance.” He sounded confused, as if he had expected to have died at your hand.

Looking to the side, you debated your answer. Geralt waited patiently, still staring at you with those golden eyes you had come to favour. “I don’t know. It felt wrong.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, surprised when you saw him lift and drop one shoulder before wincing.

“Thank you.” Startled, you turned to look at him fully.

He must have recognized the shocked look on your face as he chuckled, slowly shifting as he struggled to get to his feet. You didn’t move as he approached you, invading your personal space. You tilted your head back slightly so that you could meet his gaze.

“For helping me. You trusted me enough to guard your back, even though you had no idea what I would do. I knew who you were, I could have taken the opportunity to kill you just as much as you could have as well.”

You shook your head at this, denying that he would have harmed you. “I knew you wouldn’t, you look out for people, you don’t hurt them.”

He caught you with his gaze, “And how do you know that?”

You hesitated, debating how much to tell him. “I have seen you forgo payment in poorer towns, you will often spend more money on items than you really need to so that you can help those who need it. You are a good man, Geralt, better than I am. I am as bad as the monsters that you hunt.”

“You say you are a monster, yet you didn’t harm Jaskier while he was travelling with me. In fact, you stopped attempting to harm me at all. I have heard stories of you, Black Blade, and you don’t hurt those who don’t deserve it.”

Shocked, you stared at him. “You knew I was making attempts?”

He nodded, “I also knew that after the first one or two they stopped being real attempts. You left signs, they stopped surprising me after the initial attempts. I must have changed your opinion of me. You have a good soul, you won’t hurt those unless they hurt others. I am glad that your opinion of me changed.”

You looked away, thinking of the day when you saw him stop and buy a meat cake only to give it to a child who had been staring at the cart hungrily. At that moment, you realized that you wouldn’t be able to kill him. 

You didn’t realize tears had started to run down your face until Geralt took a step towards you, bringing a hand to your face to wipe them away. He gently placed two fingers under your chin, turning your head to look at him, his golden eyes soft and open. 

“We have met before, you and I, though I don’t think you realized it at the time. It was many years ago, you saved my life. I had been imprisoned by a king for being unable to free his daughter from a curse. He had gone mad, ravaging the country and killing his people for no reason. I was the next one to be hung when you intervened. You made a public display of him, a message to those that would hurt others that the Black Blade is always watching and is ready to step in. I never forgot that to this day.” He smiled softly. “You saved my life, and you have spared it again.”

You attempted a watery smile, before the expression dropped from your face. Your heart sunk as you remembered the threat. You would never again be free, you would always be looking over your shoulder, waiting for someone to come out of the woods after you. Your name and reputation wouldn’t protect you for long. They also wouldn’t protect Geralt, you realized. As long as you had been hunting him no one else would, for fear of your retribution. Now that there would be contracts out on each of you, you would never be safe. You realized you wanted him to be safe.

“I haven’t saved it, I have condemned it. Now that I have failed to kill you, my employer will come after us both.”

Geralt chuckled, “I would like to see them take down the two of us.”

Hope flared in your chest. “The two of us?” you questioned.

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course, mouse. Just as you have been watching me these past months, I have also known you were there. Not all the time, no, you are very good at your job, but I would see you occasionally in town. I always wanted to get close to you, but I was worried I would spook you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words as you reached up to gently grasp the wrist of the hand that now cupped your face. You smiled gently up at him, “Then together, we can keep each other safe.”

His breath ghosted over your lips as Geralt slowly leaned down, “Always.” His lips captured yours as his arms came around you, pulling you into his chest. You were careful to avoid his wounds, placing your hands on his waist as you melted into his embrace, savouring the feeling of physical affection, something you rarely received. 

Panting, you separated, leaning your forehead against his. “Together then.”

“Together,” Geralt agreed, before leaning down to capture your lips once more.

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Hey! I'm not sure if this is technically a fanon or canon ask, but a question that's been nagging me for ages is does Aiden show up in the books? I'm wondering if he's mostly made up of a few lines of dialogue we heard about him or if he actually shows up somewhere in a canon

Thanks and hope you have a good one!

Hi Nonny, Thank you for the ask!

I have been asked about Aiden before, so I’m going to take the liberty of expanding on your ask and doing a full character breakdown. I hope that’s ok.

Witcher Aiden Character Breakdown

I’ll answer the following questions (roughly)

Who is Aiden?

Is Aiden in the books?

What part of Aiden is canon and what is fanon?

Why does the fandom love him?

How do fic writers write him?

Why is Lambert x Aiden so popular?

Will Aiden be in the Netflix show?

Who is Aiden?

Aiden (deceased) was a cat witcher and a friend of Lambert’s. We learn about Aiden in a TW3 supporting quest called Following the Thread, where Lambert asks Geralt to help him avenge Aiden’s death.

Does Aiden appear in the books?

No.

When I google his name, there is a website that has a notation of ‘the witcher books’ next to Aiden’s name. However, I’ve read all the books twice and the Kaer Morhen chapters of Blood of Elves like ten times, and I have never seen any references to him. Until someone actually gives me a page number and quotation, I’m sticking with my answer.

So who created Aiden?

Aiden is technically a CDPR creation, meaning he is created by the games. However, he does not actually physically appear in the games, since he is already dead when the story begins.

So, any visual character design you see in fandom, is a fanartist creation. Any personality/characterization you read in a fic, is a fic writer creation.

Aiden occupies this liminal space between canon and fanon. Canon, but not completely. Fanon, but not strictly.

So then where the hell are people getting their characterizations of Aiden in fics?

I’m glad you asked. They are reverse engineering him.

How the fuck do you do that?

(I will now let you inside the twisted mind of a fic writer. But please please keep in mind that this is all 🚨 SUPER SUPER INDIVIDUAL AND PERSONAL AND SUBJECTIVE🚨 Other people who write Aiden might be like...fuck. That isn’t why I connect with him at all. Or WHAT THE FUCK I DO NOT DO THAT AT ALL. So I do not consider myself the expert here. This is just me sharing my own thing.)

Ok that being said, reverse engineering a character is so fucking fun.

You start with what you know, identify anything intriguing about it, and invent your own explanation for it.

For example, with Aiden, we know that Aiden is a cat witcher. According to book canon, (Season of Storms) cat witchers murder people and act as assassins. We learn that they are not allowed to winter in Kaer Morhen, and when Brehen (the cat witcher we meet in the books) complains about that, Geralt is like...you fucking know why that is.

Dandelion explains to a third party that cat witchers' mutations are “failed” , that they are “psychopaths and sadists”, and “aggressive, cruel, unpredictable, and impulsive.”

So, we know that they pass their winters hard, cold, and hungry, and that Geralt, who is no pacifist, and is perfectly willing to kill people in defense of self and others (and frankly, can be pretty flexible about that) thinks their methods are evil. They are notorious.

CDPR, the comics, and other games (rpg, gwent) have added to that canon, but I am no expert on those, so I’ll stick to what I know.

What we know already creates an intriguing picture. Keep this cat witcher stuff in mind when I say that in TW3, Lambert says that Aiden was the best man he ever knew. I would like to remind the dear readers that Lambert knows Geralt and Eskel, two of the best men on the continent! That’s a high bar, folks. A cat witcher is the best man Lambert has ever known. When Geralt mentions that cats take human contracts, Lambert says that Aiden did not take human contracts and did not murder humans.

So, as fic writers, we ask ourselves questions about Aiden and explain them ourselves. For me what I ask is:

What kind of person is raised by dog-eat-dog people who teaches him that it’s cool to kill both humans and other witchers for financial gain, and yet grows up to be a person who refuses to kill humans or other witchers?

What kind of person experiences a failed mutation, then lives in constant hardship against the elements, facing chronic cold and hunger, and instead of resenting the Kaer Morhen wolves for the warmth of their castle and the family support they enjoy, literally attaches himself to the grumpiest one and loves him for life? (The romance may be fanon, but the friendship is canon, and friendship is love. People like to forget that.) By comparison, Brehen fucking hates and resents the Kaer Morhen wolves. He calls them hypocrites and blames his suffering on their refusal to let him stay there. But Aiden clearly did not.

What kind of person grows up around people like Brehen, who were obviously at least somewhat willing to kill Aiden for a contract (Brehen attempts to kill Geralt for a contract in Season of Storms), always having to look out for himself, yet manage to turn out so good?

And

How would a person turn out if they had to buck their community, the only survival options offered to them, and every last one of the ‘values’ they were taught, just to be true to themselves?

I think even the little bit we have so far points to a person with a deep well of compassion and kindness but also a whole lot of grit and spine. Like, he had to rebel to be a decent human being.

Fic writers fucking love that shit. A little structure, but a lot of room for creativity. Best writing prompt ever.

But let me be clear THERE ARE NO RULES EVER!!! WRITE HIM HOWEVER YOU WANT!!!!

Why do they love him then, if they mostly made him up?

You just answered your own question. It’s the freedom to craft your own lovingly wrought narrative about not belonging in the community where life has placed you, about struggling to break out of it, and about being true to yourself. I mean go back and read that sentence again and tell me that shit isn’t RIFE for queer narratives. RIFE I tell you. It is not a surprise to me that this is very popular with queer writers. (Ie, most fic writers, tbh)

Yes, but a lot of people just write him as a pairing for Lambert. They aren’t writing long character studies.

Yes, but even a PWP has character work, even a PWP has personalities and I’d argue with Aiden they all do by necessity since we don’t have his personality in canon. And JUST having him interact with Lambert tells us a whole lot about his character.

So when we write Lambert x Aiden we ask ourselves...

What kind of person can get past Lambert’s spikiness? His defenses?

What kind of person can get a famously loyal Lambert to invite tension between himself and Geralt or Eskel, who have past traumas with cat witchers?

What kind of person can inspire that kind of trust in a slow-to-trust Lambert?

What kind of person can impress the not-easily-impressed Lambert?

Basically this cat motherfucker strolled up to the hardest case, the most sarcastic, defensive, pissy wolf witcher, and won his literal undying devotion.

Who can do that???? And how??

It’s fun to imagine. It compels me. I’m compelled. And we all know that the spikiest character is the mushiest inside, and that’s exactly what fic writers love. We wanna crack open that egg and study the yolk.

It also creates the beginning of a personality all on its own.

For example, (again this will be different for everyone, this is just what I came up with) it would be difficult to write a spiky Aiden. Lambert is already spiky. Two spiky closed off people are difficult to get together because SOMEONE has to reach out first.

It would be difficult to write an Aiden who is easily intimidated or cowed. You have to be strong to deal with Lambert.

It would also be difficult to write an Aiden who is quick to anger. Lambert is sarcastic, so if you put him with someone who had thin skin or got pissed off easily, then you’re just writing them fighting all the time. I mean, you can! But most people want to get to the good stuff.

So you often end up with an Aiden who is not intimidated by Lambert AT ALL. There is often confidence there. Comfort in his own skin.(he’s had to develop that to break away from his community as it is, so that fits well anyway). You usually have an Aiden who is perceptive. Who swaggers up to Lambert and immediately sees how soft he is inside, then instinctively has the patience and flexibility to stick around long enough to prove himself.

You usually end up with an Aiden who is easy going and affectionate but also stubborn as fuck with a spine of steel.

You end up with something like that. At least I do. And a lot of other fic writers do.

So again, you’re reverse engineering. It is the most fun writing exercise ever.

So, why is this ship (Lambert and Aiden) so popular? Why would a character who is essentially an OC, be such a popular pairing with Lambert?

Well, ok. Three things.

One, you answered part of your own question. People who love Lambert get to lovingly craft the exact person they want to inflict upon him.

BUT

ALSO

Two. The revenge quest for a lost love just begs for fic to be written. It gets down on its knees and begs.

The quest Following the Thread, even though it is about a friendship, contains multiples INCREDIBLY popular romance tropes.

Two people from opposing sides of a conflict falling in love. Think sharks and jets. Think Capulets and Montagues. No, I’m not kidding. Yes, there are inherent tension and unjust external forces pulling them apart, creating space for a love so strong, they both go against their respective communities to be together. Half of the Lambert/Aiden fics are “Aiden goes to Kaer Morhen and challenges the other wolf witchers ideas about cats (also triggering their trauma and bringing up their bad memories of being betrayed by cats)”.

Tragic death/fixing a tragic death. This is a HUGELY popular romance trope. The other half of Lambert x Aiden fics are about Lambert either grieving Aiden’s death, or overcoming it somehow. (Ghost Aiden, curse lifted Aiden, crawls back from hell Aiden)

Avenging a lost love. This is very very romantic. Aiden is already dead in TW3. He can’t be touched or impressed by the fact that Lambert is avenging him. Lambert just loves him so much he NEEDS to in order to go on with his life. A quest to avenge a lost love is a super popular trope.

And three, it just fits perfectly for Lambert to have a fellow witcher as a love interest, who understands instinctively what he’s gone through, so it doesn’t require him to be super expressive of his pain, but NOT a wolf witcher, who may be connected to his own trauma.

Though it doesn’t always have to be about Lambert’s issues. The one I’ve written kind of centers around Aiden’s trauma with breaking away from his community and calls a bit more for Lambert to nurture him. And of course I’m not the only one who has approached it that way.

I did do a rec thread once for medium-rare witcher pairs and I have some Lambert x Aiden recs on there.

But let me tell you some of the absolute best writers in the fandom write them. So, just go in the tag and mosey around.

Will Aiden appear in The Witcher Netflix series?

It is highly unlikely, though technically not impossible.

So, whenever you adapt an existing property, you have to pay the original creator of that property. Like with Star Wars, the movies came first. SW was created by the filmmaker Lucas. So if you want to do anything Star Wars, you run him his money.

The witcher universe was created by the witcher book author. They began as short stories. So, the author owns the IP. He sells permission (usually limited by time, region, language etc) for the witcher universe to be adapted into other formats. He sold CDPR the rights to adapt it into a video game. He sold Netflix exclusive rights to make it into a show.

So Netflix has already paid the author.

So, say they want to use something that CDPR created new for the games.

They have to pay them too.

But, wait, you say. The show already includes game elements!

Yes, but they are VERY VAGUE elements so that they do not get a letter from CDPR’s attorneys with an invoice. CDPR does not own jokes about trolls. They do not own witchers sitting in bathtubs. They do not own handlebar mustaches on witcher mentors. (I used these examples in another post, but I can’t think of new ones lol)

So, they could have a character named Aiden. CDPR doesn’t own the name Aiden. But the more things they added to that character (cat witcher, Lambert friend) the more likely they are to get that letter from CDPR.

I can think of zero reasons they would do that for a character they don’t need. Kaer Morhen only appears in one book. If the show follows the book saga plot, it will never return there. So Lambert (unless they drastically change the books) will not appear anymore except via flashbacks or memories. Nothing bad has happened to him, the plot just leaves Kaer Morhen behind.

So they don’t need to pay to use a CDPR character that will have zero bearing on the plot.

Now, if they just pull a whole different plot out of their asses and want to have Lambert there and then want to give Lambert a friend, then hey. Maybe. I just don’t see why they would.

Ok, I think that’s all I have to say about Aiden!! If you’ve read to the end, hey, *Points at you* you’re a nerd too.

Feel free to flail with me about Lambert or Aiden. Or anything else! Add to it! Share why you love him and tell people I got it all wrong 😆 whatever.

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When people tag their Fandom OC story with ‘x reader.’ 🙄 I type ‘x reader’ in the search bar to read stories with ‘x reader’ not your OC x my dream fandom. OC is NOT ‘x reader’ that’s YOUR character. Tag that shit correctly.

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How Villains Are Made - Chapter 1 (Geralt of Rivia imagine)

Request: can you write something about geralt x princess!reader where he gets invited to her birthday banquet because there's suspicion that there's a monster in the castle and they start falling for each other after he saves the princess -

+ can you write something where Geralt saves the princess from a monster at her brithday banquet and they start falling for each other

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Warning: violence - fight scenes

A/N: this used to be an imagine called 'War Of Hearts' that I turned into a serie - hence the new name to fit the story. Hope you'll enjoy!

The mission should have been easy for Geralt. Get in, kill the monster, get out. Yes, it could have been if he were to protect anyone else than Princess Y/N, the tigress of Zaidor. She had earned quite the reputation over the years, turning into a warrior on the battlefield, leading her people with heart and determination.

Her parents were traveling to Cintra when the Queen had been brutally killed. The kingdom had sunk into turmoil and Princess Y/N was too heartbroken to understand what was really at stake.

While she mourned, her father led an investigation to found out who was behind the assassination. Fearing whomever ordered that horror would come after his daughter, he chose to teach her how to fight. He kept her away for years, forcing her to learn about any and every subject, to practice for hours on end, to make her not only strong but also smart, thus becoming the tigress of Zaidor.

She was kept in the dark about her mother passing and never found out what really happened. Ithar, her father's most trusted advisor, became her protector, following her everywhere and ensuring her safety the best he could. He was a mage that had been assigned to the Kingdom of Zaidor long before she was born. Beside her father, he was the only person she trusted inside the walls of the castle. He suspected someone was coming after the Princess, and what better occasion than the banquet of her anniversary.

Despite the threat, the King had wanted the party to be spectacular and the amount of people present opposed a real challenge for the mage to keep the Princess safe. That was how he had decided to call on an old favor to the Butcher of Blaviken.

“Let’s practice this one more time, princess” The mage spoke to the woman.

She rolled her eyes and smoothen her gown. “No need to say it again, Ithar. No fight, no bad words, if any danger - run and hide.”

He gently smiled at her. “I’m only trying to protect you”

“I know, but you’d do well to remember I’m not as defenseless as my father and you make me out to be”

“Humor me” He pleaded.

She huffed. “Fine. I’ll do my best”

“That’s all I ask”

They were standing outside the grant Hall that would hold the celebration. Music could already be heard behind the golden doors and Princess Y/N was about to order to announce her arrival when the mage laid a hand on her shoulder to grab her attention.

“One more thing, Princess”

Judging by the lack of emotions on his face, she knew already she would not like what would follow.

“Well ?” She rushed him when she noticed his uneasiness.

She saw the silhouette of a man walking toward them and tilted her head to the side to study the appearance of the sudden stranger. He was taller than her father, and much more muscular. He exuded power and strength, looking everything like a wild wolf. His long white hair had been pulled to the back of his head and what instantly captured her attention was his gaze. Whomever that man was, she could see his tales of war through his eyes.

“Princess, let me introduce you to Geralt of Rivia” Ithar turned to the stranger, acknowledging his presence. “The…”

“Witcher” Y/N finished for him, never taking her eyes off of him. She said it with interest but also curiosity.

She thought she saw the outline of a smirk on his face for a second, but he only offered a courtesy nod.

“Princess” He greeted her, bowing his head in reverence. She raised an eyebrow, surprised by his low tenor. He had an alluring voice, powerful and authoritative yet warm enough to bewitch her. She was mesmerized by the intriguing comfort of his ethereal tone.

She couldn’t remember words, only nodded. Her restlessness was perceivable and he answered with a knowing smile. She felt sudden heat spread through her body and slightly blushed.

“Hm” Ithar cleared his throat, breaking whatever spell was at work between Geralt and his protegee. “He will keep you company for the night”

“What ?” She replied, startled. “Why ?”

“Because somebody is threatening your life” He reminded her.

“So you keep saying” She crossed her arms in annoyance. “This house is full of guards, and you’re a mage. Surely nobody would dare to attack me”

“We are not discussing this. He will stay with you, whether you like it or not”

She hated when he spoke to her that way. It made her feel like a child, incapable of defending herself. She pursed her lips but kept her mouth shut. Geralt didn’t usher a single word but studied her closely. Somehow, something about her was strangely fascinating to him.

“Right this way, then” She raised her hand in the air, leading him toward the doors.

She avoided looking at him but hooked her arm to his as the guards called her name, drawing the attention of her guests. She plastered a smile on her face and waved her hand in salute. She could hear the whispers, see the judgmental stares and accusing eyes as people realized she was walking beside the Witcher.

“I’m sorry” She turned her head to whisper so only he would hear.

He gently smiled down at her. “Don’t be, I’m used to far worse”

“You shouldn't be”

She kept staring at him, trying to hide the sadness brought by his statement as he led her to the main table of the ballroom. Torches were lit all around the place and decorated with her favorite flowers. As she sat down, she let her gaze trail around with a smile, admiring the work that was put into making everything look so perfect. Some people were already dancing, others were eating or chatting around. It was filled with so much life.

“My mother would’ve loved this” She whispered with a voice filled with emotion.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Princess” Her companion stated.

“Y/N, please” She asked him. “Call me Y/N”

He smiled and extended her hand for her to shake. She laughed at the gesture but did it anyway. “Geralt”

“Tell me, Geralt” She emphasized his name. “What did you do to deserve to play governess tonight ?”

“I’m not your governess” He growled, raising an eyebrow and pouring himself a glass of wine.

“What, then ? Guardian ? Keeper ? Caretaker ?” She joked. “Which one exactly fits your role ?”

She smirked and leaned on her elbows to look at him.

“You are taking all this…rather lightly, considering someone is trying to end your life”

“Hm…” She pondered for a moment. “I think my father is taking unnecessary measures to protect me”

“What makes you so sure of that ?” He frowned, staring at the crowd with intensity.

“No one in their right mind would dare attack me” She told him. “And if they did manage to get close enough, they wouldn’t live long enough to tell that tale”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you assuming I’d kill them?”

“Now you wound me, Geralt” She teased him, turning her head to the side and spoke back to him in a tantalizing quiet voice. “Do you really think I need anyone yielding my own sword for me ?”

She was relishing on the sweet satisfaction of the surprise showing on his face. She wished she could keep his expression forever in her memory.

He draped an arm around her chair and leaned toward her, eliciting shivers over her skin. “I should warn you, Princess, killing a monster is no easy task” He grunted.

She laughed loudly and picked a knife off the table, rolling it swiftly between her skilled fingers. His eyes followed her movements, almost in a trance.

“So I’ve heard” She sensually whispered in his ear, planting the weapon into the wood, right next to his thumb. “But I’ll take my chances”

He straightened on his chair and cleared his throat, glaring at the blade so close to his hand before taking it out and putting it back on the table. She bit her lip while smiling, definitely enjoying the effect she had on him.

“At last I meet the infamous tigress of Zaidor” He grinned, drinking from his cup without breaking their contact.

She rolled her eyes and ate a piece of her birthday cake. “I hate that title”

“May I ask why ?”

“What is a reputation if not the simple flicking power of a couple of words? They’re worth nothing” She toyed with her glass, evidently annoyed. “Just a boring tale to elicit terror”

She leaned back, observing people having fun around her. Ithar was sitting by one of the windows, his plate left untouched. She knew he was assessing possible threats.

“You’ve never answered my question” She stated to her new friend. “I don’t think I’ve ever saw you at court, yet I know you’ve slayed a couple monsters in this Kingdom”

“I find royalty best taken in… small doses” He simply explained.

She sniggered. “You and me both”

“You are a princess” He said matter of factly.

“Not by choice. Why did Ithar go to all the trouble of bringing you here tonight ?”

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you ?”

“I’ve got a title to honor” She smirked, casting an alluring side glance at him.

He pursed his lips, internally debating on whether or not to tell her everything he knew. She didn’t move from her position and kept looking at him, silently pressuring him to talk.

“They think something is after you” He revealed.

“Something ?” She repeated.

“Do you know what a Theriantrope is ?”

“A human infected by a magical disease”

He raised his eyebrows in astonishment, amazed about her knowledge. “Exactly. It changes them into hybrids. Much faster, stronger, impetuous”

“Why me ?”

He shifted in his seat, uneasy. “You are the offspring of the Queen of Zaidor”

Her eyes widened in horror. “They killed my mother ?”

“The King thinks so, he found a trail to the north” He elucidated for her.

“Is that why he’s not here tonight ?”

“Yes. He put your protection into my hands and left to investigate”

She shook her head, trying to process the amount of information she had just been given. “Is that all you know ?”

“It might get ugly, Y/N” If he was trying to scare her, it wasn’t working. “Your guards won’t be able to keep them outside and they won’t be alone”

“Fine. Let them come, then” Her expression hardened, her whole body tensing at the prospect of a battle.

“You don’t understand…”

“Geralt” She cut him with authority. Her voice was firm, imbued with power “Do not underestimate me. I’m tired of everyone thinking I’m afraid, because I’m not”

“Good” He wickedly smirked. “Your sword is attached to the back of your chair. I’m counting on you to use it”

He didn’t miss the way some of the guests strangely exchanged glances, moving fast across the room and shoving people out of their way. His eyes landed on Ithar and he darkly bowed his head, using the silent signal to alert him.

“Looks like the show came early” He told her, his gaze never leaving the outsiders he was following. They were getting closer.

“What ?”

“You said it yourself, a name alone isn’t worth anything. So let your actions live up to their words” He barked before turning to look at her dead in the eyes, pervaded with an emotion she could not decipher. Violence mixed with blind faith. “Show me the tigress of Zaidor”

His attention on her never broke when he drew his sword out to deflect a knife coming directly at her. His movement was quick and meticulously calculated. She was left speechless as her eyes widened in realization. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

The Princess reached behind her chair, grabbed her weapon and rose to her feet. Every single soul in the room had stopped moving and in front of her stood a large man, part human, part beast, leading a group of soldiers. He had a sickening rictus on his face, fists clenched and looking every bit menacing. The tension was palpable, the fear visible among the innocent visitors around them.

The woman exchanged a side glance with Geralt before barking an order to her guards. “Kill them all !”

As soon as the first sword was drawn out, all hell broke loose. Before her eyes, she saw men launching at each others while the beast easily bypassed them to reach her. He marched with determination and so much violence it made her shudder.

“Fuck” She heard Geralt growled as he easily moved the furniture out of his way and sliced the chest of the only mercenary that had dared to come close to her.

She didn’t move as his dead body fell at her feet but kept her gaze on the half-human as he stopped in his tracks. It was then she noticed his crimson glowing eyes.

“I’m leaving you one chance to back off” She spited with resentment. “This will be my only warning”

Even his laugh was sickening.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to tear apart every single shred of happiness your father possesses” He barked.

“Good luck trying” She muttered as she rolled her blade around her wrist, instinctively taking a step back in a fighting stance.

“Any last words, Princess ?”

Once again, she looked at the Witcher, waiting for his instructions.

“Tell me what to do” She whispered, now was the time to form a new kind of alliance.

“Keep him from changing. He’s weaker in his human form” Geralt advised her.

“How do we kill him ?”

This time he turned to stare at her. She could see the tension on his shoulders, the tight grip around his sword and his jaw flexing with anger, but despite their situation, she smirked when their eyes met. They barely knew each other yet she felt this strange pull toward him, like she’d known him all her life. She saw that same trust on his face, mixed with respect and faith. In that moment, they shared a bond through an unspoken vow. They were a team.

“Aim for the head” He gritted between his teeth.

He struck first, going for the man’s shoulder. The half beast deflected the attack but Y/N didn’t give him enough time to push Geralt back. They parried quickly, reflexively; one of them from the side, the other finishing the movement. They were working in harmony, moving back and forth in perfect unison, until the intruder used inhuman strength to throw Geralt across the room.

The Princess tried to assess a powerful blow to his chest, but he grabbed the blade mid-air, forcing her to let go of the weapon. He tossed it triumphantly as his fingers suddenly wrapped around her throat. She was caught off-guard by the unnatural speed. Ithar was already fighting an army of men and Geralt was nowhere in sight. She was on her own.

She gripped his wrists as he tightened his hold and looked him dead in the eye. She knew she could trust her Witcher. Now all she had to do was distract him.

She used her legs to rattle him but was too slow because of her dress. The half-beast cynically laughed, thinking he was seconds away from killing her. From the corner of her eyes, she felt relieved to see Geralt slowly walking behind the stranger, stalking him as if he was hunting a prey. This was the perfect opportunity for her.

Her hand clenched in a fist and with as much force as she could, she hit his elbow, forcing him to lean closer. Once she was sure he was within reach, she used the momentum to land a powerful blow with her head. The half-beast staggered backwards, this time giving her enough time to grab the aim of her gown. Spinning on herself, the back of her heel struck his chest. She was reacting on pure instinct, remembering everything her father taught her, fighting back until Geralt had an opening.

The half-human shouted in pure rage, breathing sharply. He clenched his jaw, trying to force his body to turn into the monster he was.

“Y/N!” The Witcher called across the room. He grabbed her sword and threw it at her.

She easily caught the weapon and with the next cut, slashed the monster’s face, drawing blood. Geralt took advantage of his surprise and used his powers to pin the intruder to the ground before he could attack her.

He scrambled back, away from the Witcher’s sword. “Any last words?” Geralt repeated what the half-beast had said to the Princess earlier with fury.

“You’re a dead woman” He promised to the tigress as she stood next to her newfound protector.

The Witcher hummed in annoyance and raised his blade, this time aiming for his face. He swiftly wounded him, cleaving his head from the top of his left ear to the right corner of his jaw. The top of his skull slid off as his body crumpled to the ground.

“Are you alright ?” He turned to Y/N and quickly examined her body for any kind of injury.

“I’ll live. Only a couple of bruises”

Behind them, the fight had stopped. Where a bunch of men fought now stood Ithar, hands still raised to use magic.

“Geralt, you’re bleeding!” She proclaimed loudly, letting her sword drop in a loud thud as she closed the distance to check his bloodied shoulder.

“It’s nothing,” He shrugged.

“Sit!” She ordered, making him laugh.

The situation was quite risible. Here she was, her dress almost torn, in a room with several dead bodies, including a decapitated head, taking care of a scratch.

She grabbed a bottle of alcohol nearby and poured it on his shoulder, making him hiss in pain. “Nothing, huh ?”

“I’ve been through much worse”

“I’m sure you have” She glanced at the beheaded beast and grimaced.

“You’re quite the fighter” He complimented her.

“Don’t sound so surprised” She rolled her eyes.

A smirk drew upon his lips and she felt that warm feeling yet again, building up in her chest and bursting into tiny butterflies in her stomach.

“Not surprised” He corrected her. “Impressed”

She didn’t answer back but put a wet cloth on his injury to stop the bledding.

“He knew how to come into the castle” She sadly told him.

“Do you think he had help ?” He looked up at her, grabbing her wrist to make her stand still.

“Honestly, that wouldn't be a shock”

“What did he want ?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know much more than you do, Geralt”

“That’s a lie” He grumbled.

She pursed her lips.

“It’s just…” She gulped. “A suspicion”

“What is ?”

“That my father might not be as innocent as he pretends to be” She whispered, almost afraid to say it out loud.

He raised an eyebrow and suddenly stood up, startling her.

“That’s it, you’re coming with me!” He took her hand, dragging her outside of the ballroom.

“Geralt, what are you doing ?!” She tried to stop him but the man was a mountain of muscles.

He shook his head. “I’m making a very stupid decision”

She waited for him to elaborate.

“Until this is settled, I’m taking you with me” He explained firmly, not leaving any room for discussion.

“What ? No! You can’t!”

“You’re not safe here, Y/N!”

“And your job is done, Geralt! This party is over, you no longer have any debt to Ithar!”

She visibly saw him clenched his jaw, hesitating to say what he was thinking out loud.

“I’m not doing this for Ithar” He whispered in a low voice. “I’m doing it for you”

Her eyes widened in surprise and her body instantly tensed as he closed the distance between them. He gently cupped her cheek to raise her head so she would look right back at him.

“We’re going to figure out what your father is hiding, but until then you’re staying with me, within reach. So I’m sure nothing happens to you”

“I can defend myself” She poorly offered.

“I know you can, Princess" He smirked. "I've seen it firsthand”

His fingers trailed down the now visible bruises over her neck and he softly brushed her skin, making her quiver.

“But it won’t stop me from doing my best to keep protecting you”

[codenamewitcher]

Mistress of Death Part Two || Geralt of Rivia

Title: Holy Water Cannot Help You Now

Pairing: Geralt x assassin!reader / Geralt x half-elf!reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Smut (18+)

Song: Seven Devils - Florence & the Machine / Worst Behavior - ALMA, Tove Lo

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

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The night that I'd met Geralt and the bard Jaskier was a strange one. I'd refused to let them run me off from camp. Yes, they'd saved my life, but I had still sat up camp there before them, and Geralt had agreed. It was that decision that caused Jaskier's face to turn so red it had almost looked like it was going to start steaming. I'd also learned that the wolf pack I'd killed was what Geralt was hired to hunt and kill, I'd told the witcher that I wasn't going to claim the money, that instead he could.

It was before dawn when I started preparing to leave. Geralt had woken up when I'd started packing, first it was silent between the two of us, him just watching me, until he decided to finally speak.

"You could've easily killed all of those wolves with chaos." I knew that his statement had a hidden question behind it, 'why didn't you'?

"I was itching for a fight." I hooked some of my bags onto Sonja's saddle. Wanting to fight was only half of the truth and the witcher knew it. When I turned around to face him again, he was leaning up against a tree, arms crossed in front of his chest, and an eyebrow raised as if saying 'that's a fucking lie'.

"You have no idea on what it's like living under Ramerd Gamward's thumb." I grabbed the last of my bags, the zhefar and arrows, and hooked them to the saddle. I climbed onto Sonja, ready to leave but I paused before I did and turned to the witcher.

"Thank you for saving me."

Geralt grunted in response, but there was something that seemed to glow in his amber eyes. I couldn't put my finger on it but when I reached the road, I knew some type of bond was formed between the two of us that left me wishing to see the witcher again.

It had been four months since I'd met the duo. I hated were I was currently staying, I hated being this close to Vengerberg.

Even though it got drilled into my head at a young age by Ramerd Gamward — who ironically was an elf himself — that neither elves nor humans would want me, I'd pick the elves over humans any day. I understood elves distrust and distaste for humans. It was a human that killed my mother. It was humans that slaughtered hundreds and hundreds of elves.

Even though it was Guleta, it was still too close to Vengerberg, it made my skin crawl and body kick into high alert mode. While I normally did this, I made sure there was no removing my cloak or its hood while I was here, but unlike normal I made sure no one could even see my face. I made sure that I was nothing but a shadow because if one of these humans found out I had elf blood in me, they'd want my head. My identity wasn't the only thing the cloak was covering, it was also hiding the elven bow and arrows, eleven sword, and multiple blades that were strapped to my body.

I found an inn in the outskirts of Guleta, it was shitty but necessary because no one would question whether or not they should let me stay. I tied Sonja to a hitching rail, already smelling the stale ale from inside, I grabbed a bag of ducat coins, and walked in. The smell hit me in the face when I walked in, but I held my composer. The inn was filled with drunken men and some wenches were spotted in some of those men's laps, the floor was sticky with spilled ale, I fought to not make a face in disgust. I walked up to the bar and asked for an innkeeper and it wasn't long after a round man with a face redder than his hair came up to me - he drank too much.

"What do you want?" He placed a large hand on the bar, leaning into it.

"I need a room for two nights and no one bothering me." I toss two golden ducats onto the counter; it was more than enough but I was in no mood to haggle with the man. The coins were gone the moment they hit the counter and a key in its place.

"Upstairs, second to the last room on the right." I grabbed the key and turned to leave when I heard a certain bard singing. I turned my head to his direction and find Jaskier drunkenly singing one of his stories about the white haired Witcher he followed around.

I turned back to the doors and walk out to see if the stable across the street would keep Sonja. I untie her and lead her over to the stables, stable boy sat outside of it playing cards by himself.

"How can I help you?" The boy asked looking up from his game when I stopped in front of him. The boy was nothing but skin and bones.

"Is there a stall available?"

"Yes, a silver ducat for a night."

"I need one for two nights," I hand him two golden coins. "Keep the rest for yourself."

His eyes widen in shock, "Thank- Thank you. Right this way." He got up and lead me to the stalls and stopped at an empty one towards the middle. "Is this one good?"

"Yes."

"I'll leave you to it then." He walked back outside, leaving me alone. I lead Sonja into the stable and started taking my bag, her saddle, and lead off. I pick up my bag once I got everything off her and dug into the bag for an apple. Once I find it, I hold it out for her, and she took it from my hand. Before she leaned down to eat, I stopped her and held her head up, so she'd look me into the eye.

"Behave."

She responded by giving me a huff of air, I shook my head and patted hers. I slung my bag onto my shoulder and left, making sure the gate was latched when I shut it. I looked up into the stall across from Sonja's to find the witcher's mare occupying it. Great.

I walk back into the inn and this time I spotted a head of white hair sitting in a dark, back corner while the bard sang one of his tones nearby. I quickly went up the stairs and found my room, I unlocked the door, and wasn't surprised to find nothing but a poor excuse for a bed that sat in the middle of the room and a little desk was off to the side.

I sat my bag on the desk and untied my cloak. I threw it on the desk and unstrapped my bow and arrows, I sat both on the side of the bed, I laid down on the floor, held my breath, and scooted underneath it. I made quick on strapping the bow towards the edge of the head of the frame, arrows right beside the bow, and got out and up once I felt like they weren't going to fall. I frowned as I dust my back off. I grabbed my cloak and slipped it on, sinking back into the shadows yet again. I picked up my keys, slipped them into my pants pocket, and left the room, locking the door as I walked out.

I wasn't thinking much as I walked and before I knew it, I was downstairs and headed towards the witcher. I didn't know why I was making my way through the inn towards him, but something was telling — pulling — me to go to him, then before I knew it, I was in front of his table.

"I don't want any company." He didn't look up from his mug of ale.

"I'd thought you'd have more of a finer taste in ale, not this stale shit." I leaned up against a support beam that'd connected itself to the bench opposite of Geralt. A smirk formed on my lips when his head shot up at my remark. I knew he could see my face hidden in the shadows of the hood with his catlike eyesight.

"Y/N." He breathed my name out with ease, a smirk played on his lips too at the sight of me. The bond that I had felt four months was back and pulling hard towards the witcher.

"May I?" I tilt my head down to the bench. One of his hands that were wrapped around his mug gestured for me to sit. I slide onto the bench with feline grace and placed both of my arms on the table, clasp my gloved fingers together, and leaned into them. We stared at each other like this for a bit both of us still keeping the smirk on our lips, his eyes almost seemed like they were sparkling as he stared me down.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, finally breaking the spell that we seemed to be in.

"What do you think?" I lean back against the back of the bench, hands still clasped on top of the table, enjoying whatever game it was that we were playing. He hummed in response. "What about you?"

"What do you think?" He shot my response to his same question back at me; this was definitely a game. I let out a low chuckle, a genuine smile gracing my lips and from the looks of it, his too. "How long?"

"A couple of days." I look down as I unclasp my hands and flatten them out on the table, I could almost feel the sexual tension between us on my skin. I fluttered my eyes a bit and looked up to meet his own again. "Why, did you miss me?"

He hummed again. "Just curious."

"Is that so?" I drummed my fingers against the table once. "Wh-"

"Who's this?" Jaskier interrupted me and stood at the edge of the table with his hands on his hips. I tilt my head back just the slightest so Jaskier could see my face, I gave the bard a shit-eating grin.

"Hello Jaskier." I purred out the words to fuck with the bard.

"Oh no, no, no, no. I don't know what's going on here, but no." He shook his finger in my face, I made a biting motion, he quickly pulled his hand back and held it to his chest, I laughed at his reaction. He turned to Geralt, "You must have you lost your damn mind? She's the devil incarnate."

There was a mischievous glint in Geralt's eyes, he just stared at the bard.

"You can't be serious?" The bard gasped.

"Well," I cut in and stood up, standing close to Jaskier, he took a step away. "It was nice seeing you two, but I've got to go." I fix my hood so the average human couldn't see nothing but shadow. "Goodnight Jaskier. Geralt." I flicker my eyes to the witcher, letting him see the playful look in my eyes.

I stepped away from the two and started for the stairs, I swayed my hips as I walked towards my room even though they were covered by the cloak, it swayed with my hips. I felt the witcher's eyes burning into my back, so I turn my head enough for the hood to move with it as if I was looking back at him.

I had gotten to my door and unlocked it when I felt the witcher's presence at the end of the hall. I turned my head to face him to find him swiftly moving down the hall, his eyes pinpointed on me. Once he reached me, I let him push me up against the door, his bright amber eyes were dark with lust, we were so close to each other our breaths were mingling together.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, my words dripped with lust. I laid my hands on top of his chest and brought my face closer to his, our lips inches apart, I flickered my eyes to his lips and back to his eyes.

He didn't say anything but placed his hand to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. So close that my lips were brushing against his. I finally kiss him, not being able to handle the proximity that our lips were at. He let out a low growl, deepened the kiss, and pushed me into the door, his knee pushing its way in between my legs, pinning me to the door.

I blindly reached for the doorknob and once I found it, I twisted it open. We both stumbled into the room but fought to keep our lips connected, he kicked the door closed once we got far enough in. I finally broke the kiss for air but he continued kissing me but down my neck as I gasped down air, one hand tugging at the tie that held my cloak in place and the other was gripping the ends of my hair and pulling my neck back so he could have better access to my neck. After I got enough air in my lungs and my cloak pooled at our feet, I turned us around and pushed him onto the bed. My eyes didn't leave Geralt's as I took my jacket and weapons belt off and let them fall to the floor. I moved to straddle his lap and he wasted no time to connect our lips once again. In the midst of our kiss, I started unbuttoning his shirt. When I got his shirt off, my hands started to roam around his chest and arms, his did the same to me but also pushing my shirt up in the process. I broke the kiss to let him take my shirt off. He's hands pushed down on my hips grinding me down on him, I bit my lip to hold in the moan.

"Stop biting your lip." His voice smokey as his thumb dragged my lip out from underneath my teeth. I held eye contact with him as I took his thumb into my mouth and sucked. I released his thumb after I was satisfied when I felt him get harder underneath me.

I rolled my hips down on him as I leaned in, brushing my lips on the shell of his ear, "Fuck me."

As if a switch flipped in him, a growl rumbled through his body and then he flipped me over, he nipped at my collar bone and undid the wrap around my breast. They met air but it did not take long for him to take a nipple into his mouth, he sucked on it a little and then moved to the other. The blast of cold air on it in contrast to his warm mouth caused me to moan, I could feel a smirk forming on his lips against my skin.

He moved away from my beast and grazed his teeth against my neck. "I'm going to ruin you."

His naturally low voice got darker with lust, another wave of pleasure pooled down at my heat. I gripped his hair, one hand pulling at the tie that held his hair back and the other pulling his head back so I could look him in the eyes. "Do it then."

"With pleasure." His smile was filled with sin, he moved down my body, his hair slipped through my fingers. His nose and lips danced across the skin of my abdomen. His fingers danced as he undid the laces on my pants, he started tugging at the waist and I lifted my hips up so he could pull them off. A loud thunk was heard when my pants, undergarments, and boots hit the floor due to the multiple knives there were strapped to or hidden within the clothes. He raised an eyebrow as if he was saying 'really', I smiled in return and sat up. I looked up at him as my fingers fumbled with the laces on his own pants and placed a kiss on his abdomen while still holding eye contact. When I got the laces untied, he pushed me back into the bed, and was already on top of me before I could sit back up to watch him strip. He grunted, fire in his eyes as he said, "I'm ruining you, not the other way around."

His lips brushed my legs with feather like softness. My back arched off the bed with his feather like touches and he took that as his opportunity to slide an arm underneath my back and he placed his other on my hips, holding me down. He bit the inside of my thigh, so close to my heat that I let out a quiet whimper, his glowing amber eyes flickered up to me and held my gaze as he licked a stripe up between my folds, a moan slipped from my lips. "You're so wet." He tutted and pressed a finger at my entrance as his tongue circled around my clit, my fingers gripped the sheets, it had been way too fucking long since I felt this kind of pleasure. Without a warning, he pushed his finger in me, so painfully slow, I bucked my hips up to try to get him to go deeper, but the arm that was behind my back was quick to move at pushing my hips back down. His tongue pressed down on my clit and he added a second figure, stretching me out while his fingers fucked me. I couldn't help the whine that I let out as I pushed my head into the pillows and squeezed my eyes shut, I needed to be fucked now. 

"Geralt," I panted as his fingers sped up and I gripped his hair. "I need you now."

He pulled away from my heat, crawling his way up my body oh so slowly. He continued his torture by brushing his lips across my own. "Is that so?"

"Yes," The word was barely a whisper, but by the way his amber eyes flared, I knew he heard it. In a blink of an eye, his lips connected with my own. I could taste myself on his tongue and by the time I was fully detracted with his lips, he slowly sunk himself into me, causing me to gasp for air and him to groan. I sink my nails into his shoulders looking for a release due to the bliss. Once he was balls deep, he pulled out and slammed back into me again.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He grunted, burying his head in the crook of my neck and bit my skin as his hips fell into a steady pace and my legs wrapped around his waist. The pain from his bites and pleasure from his dick filling me and pounding into me was so overwhelming it was hard to think; all I could seem to do as he attacked my seizing body was moan and claw at his back. I could feel him as he pushed against the knot that was slowly forming in my stomach, every stroke brought me closer and closer to the edge.

"Ger... Geralt," His named was broken up by moans, I clung to his body.

"I know, wait." He grumbled into my skin, his forehead pressed into my shoulder, I tangled a hand into his hair. His pounding sped up and a hand slipped down between our bodies, one of his fingers pressed down on the swollen bud of my clit and made hard circles, I clenched around him as another wave of pleasure crashed down upon me. "Now."

The demand was all it took to send me over the edge, I screamed out in pleasure. He watched as I fell apart underneath him, my walls clenched and unclenched around him causing him to growl and bring him to his own release. My walls milked the witcher as ropes of his hot come shot deep inside me.

He fell on top of me after he finished and groaned in my ear, "Fuck." 

Our chest pushed against each other as we came down from our highs, I closed my eyes and pushed my head down into the pillows, basking in the afterglow. After we both caught our breath, Geralt rolled over, pulling out of me as he did. I exhaled at the feeling of being empty of him and my body feeling heavy from the ecstasy I had just experienced.

A moment and then Geralt turned to face me, propping his head up on his arm so he could look down at me, he brushed a piece of hair away from my face. His chest was shining with sweat and I knew I wasn't any better, I was still taking deep breaths as I looked into his golden eyes which sparked with mischief. 

A smirk ghosted his lips, "You know, not all of us are spoiled assassins that get the luxury of drinking expensive ale."

"What?" I laughed. He grabbed my hand, his thumb messaging my palm, a smirk played on his lips.

"My taste in ale."

"Ah," I laughed yet again, my heart felt like it was blooming with joy, something I hadn't felt in years. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face and while it felt strange, I didn't want it to leave. "You should feel honored."

He raised an eyebrow, now smiling. "Oh really, why's that?"

"Because I haven't smiled and laughed like this in a hundred years."

A chuckle rumbled through his chest; his hand now cupped my face. We laid like this in silence for a bit, just starring at each other, enjoying the rare moment of happiness we shared. It was then that I decided I had to protect this happiness and despite wanting to stay in this sunshine like feeling forever, I knew I had to change the mood between us in order to keep this same ray of light I found protected.

"Whatever it is you're doing here; I'd get out of town in two days." I say in the silence, hating that I took away the light and airy feeling around us.

He grunted and sat up and started moving to the edge of the bed, his back to me. I closed my eyes and took a breath trying to calm the empty feeling spreading back into my heart.

"I'm serious." I spoke so softly that Geralt wouldn't have heard the words if it wasn't for his enhanced hearing. "My target is going to cause the city to go into high alert and they'd think you to be the murderer." His body whipped around, his eyes burning into mine, his eyes squinting into a glare.

"Who?" It was more of a command than a question. I move to get out of bed, but his hand clamped down on my wrist.

"I can't t-"

"Who?" He cut me off, his voice darker with the demand.

"The Duke of Eysenlaan." I whispered low enough that only Geralt would hear, I didn't need any wondering ears hearing who it was. 

He clenched his jaw, "Why?"

"I don't know." I looked away from him and towards the ceiling trying to blink away the tears. I hated not only the tears and the way my voice cracked at those words but also because Gamward shut me out on this one. He'd always given me a reason as to why I was killing someone, it gave me a peace of mind knowing that it was evil I was killing and not someone good, he'd known this. Not knowing why I was killing the Duke for tore at my insides, for the first time not trusting Ramerd’s intentions on this kill.

Geralt's hold on my wrist loosed and disappeared altogether, the silence killed me. I was terrified to look into his eyes. I felt the bed shift, but I didn't dare to look towards him, not wanting to see him leave. I let out a gasp as he started to pull my body towards him and wrapped his arms around me, my eyes widen in shock, this was the very last thing I'd expected him to do.

"What did he tell you would happen if you didn't follow his orders?" I felt his chest rumble along with his voice against my skin, I turned away from him. 

"You don't want to know." 

"Tell me anyways." I took a breath and told him everything, the amount of torture and pain that Ramerd had promised if I didn't do as he said, tears slipped down my cheeks. Geralt's arm tighten around me when my voice cracked from telling him the horrifying details. I could feel the anger rolling off him once I finished telling him.

After my confession, my body and mind were tired. And I was tired. So tired of this life. But for some odd reason, Geralt's arms around me brought a comfort to me that I didn't know I needed until now. 

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When Geralt had first seen the assassin that night, he couldn't explain the pull his heart felt towards her, almost as if something had bound the two together, the bond hadn't stopped pulling at his heart until he had pulled her up against her door; his head pounded with thoughts of fucking her, as if he was under a spell. And now, all Geralt could think about as the assassin slept in his arms was four months ago when she'd uttered the words, 'you have no idea on what it's like living under Ramerd Gamward's thumb.' 

She was right, he had no idea. He knew he had no idea when she'd said those words, but the reality of those words didn't hit him until she'd confessed the promise of torture her master gave her if she didn't complete his request. 

'Her master.' Those words burned him with anger. It made him want to squeeze the life out of the man that had not only taken the life from others, but the life from the girl that lay in his arms.

The witcher knew when her voice broke while telling him she didn’t know why Gamward wanted her to kill the Duke, this normally didn’t happen to her, and that it tore at her not knowing the reason she was about to kill someone.

So once Geralt finally feel asleep, a smile found itself on his face as he dreamed about taking Ramerd Gamward's life and freeing Y/N from the bastard.

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There will be a part three! Idk when because I have to start preparing for a conference that’s in two weeks, but there is a third part in the works.

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