#geralt x modern reader

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Knight in Shining Leather

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Warning 18+: Violence , Cursing , Attempted SA , Blood , Gore .

Pairing: Geralt Of Rivia(modern) x Nessa (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: Geralt being a knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 2.2K

One shot

It was a beautiful autumn night. The night’s air smelled of cinnamon and pumpkin. With it being just cool enough for her to wear a cardigan over her shoulders. Pretty soon, she would get too warm to even rock it.

It was roughly 9:45pm and she had come from a night out with the girls. Her best friend insisted that she drive her home since she stayed so close by. But Nessa was too hardheaded to let her do that. Besides, the walk wasn’t even 20 minutes away.

But a lot can happen in 20 minutes can it?

Her thick heeled boots clicked loudly on the asphalt, echoing throughout the street and bouncing off of the other buildings. She lived in a small town, so it was no surprise that almost everyone was in the house by now.

Nessa had her hands tucked in her pockets, at this point walking absentmindedly. She didn’t even realize there were two men walking about a few yards behind her. She didn’t think much of it, perhaps they were trying to make it to their destination too.

But their footsteps grew a little impatient.

This caused her to take further strides; holding her purse tightly in her arm as she tried to sneak her hand into it to retrieve her pepper spray.

‘Get her!’ One of the males exclaimed.

A panicked gasp escaped her lips as she did her best to take off but they were close enough to snatch her up by her cardigan. ‘HELP!’ She exclaimed before a man placed his large hand over her mouth and held a butterfly blade against her face. ‘Shhhh, shhh. Now, just be a good girl.’ He whispered against her ear.

She then bit down into his fingers and stepped on his foot. The criminal yelped out in agonizing pain.

‘Fuck you!’ She exclaimed before she was instantly grabbed by another male.

‘Get the bitch into the alley!’

‘No! No! Stop!’ Nessa begged and pleaded as she tried her best to fight back. But they weren’t having it.

They slammed her against the wall and she whimpered out in pain. ‘Urgh!’ She fell to her hands and knees. ‘Please— take whatever I have… it’s all material— I don’t want it! Please.’ She insisted, sobbing as she held her chest.

The bald headed guy began to dump out all of the contents in her purse and searched through it. ‘Awww, the bitch ain’t got nothin’. Lipstick, tampons, some other make up, — a wallet…’ he then looked at her name and then started going through her wallet where he snatched out $500. ‘I found a jackpot…’ then he walked over to the the ginger haired gentleman who towered above her.

‘How much ya find?’

‘$500. And It’s a Chanel wallet, taking that too.’ The male chuckled.

Nessa was on her knees before them as if she were praying to her God. Her hands shook as if her bones were chilling in the Arctic.

‘Nice,’ the ginger chuckled as the bald guy passed him some cash. ‘Now, the question is… what do we do with you?’

‘Hmmm. She’s pretty cute. She’s thicker than the rest of em. And you know I looove when they fight.’ He said as he shoved the wallet and the cash in his back pocket.

She instantly knew what baldy meant, and it caused her to panic a bit more. Until suddenly, the ginger just happened to step out of the way, and the bright LED street light caused a thick shard of glass to glisten in her eye.

Carefully leaning down as the two men bickered about who were going to have their turn with her first, she then grabbed the glass in her hand and waited.

The ginger sighed and rolled his eyes, ‘whatever. Fuck it. I’ll hold her still.’ He then squat down before her, ‘Alright sweet heart, you’re gonna—‘

Nessa instantly swiped the glass upward, aiming to stab him beneath his chin but instead, slicing his cheek.

‘AUGH!’ He practically jumped back; feeling the stinging pain at his cheek. Ginger grabbed the gasp and looked at the bright red blood in his palm. ‘You fucking bitch!’

His partner instantly brought her up to her feet, disarmed her and slapped her across her face so hard, he split the inside of her cheek.

She fell to the ground, her mind spinning as if she had swallowed a whole bottle of tequila. She could only hear the sound of their voices. They were so loud in her ears.

‘Kill that bitch! Kill her!’

She didn’t even know who was saying, all she knew was that she was pretty sure she was going to die in this filthy ass alley. And it would probably take her loved ones days to find her knowing these fools.

The ginger some how had the strength to pull her up to her feet. ‘You fucking— BITCH!’ And he kneed her in the stomach before she fell back down to the ground again. He kicked her, several times in the ribs.

Nessa whimpered out, choking on the air that was fighting so hard to come into her lungs. She lifted her hand up, in a “I surrender” kind of way, ‘please. Stop.’ She was too weak to scream for hell at this point.

‘Stop? Haha… oh wait til we’re done with you… get her up.’ Ginger said to Baldy.

Suddenly, everything felt like it was moving much slower than she was. Between the two antagonists, was a pair of bright golden eyes that reflected in the shadows. She thought she was hallucinating so she just laid there, accepting her fate that was to come.

When Baldy lifted her up to her feet, her head rest back against the brick wall. ‘Come on… make it quick.’ She breathed out tiredly.

Ginger chuckled and then Baldy chimed in. ‘Suit yourself.’

Suddenly, a bright flash whipped through the air like something out of a supernatural movie.

Nessa felt Baldy’s grip on her grow weaker and she noticed a thin line across his neck. A dribble of blood came leaking from his lips and his nose. She then noticed the sunken glare in his eyes.

His neck became a waterfall of his blood and a millisecond later, his head fell to wet the concrete and his body followed.

Nessa felt her stomach turn at the sight. She stumbled backwards in fear; immediately covering her lips to hold back the throw up that tried to fight its way out.

Ginger let out a scream as he saw his buddy’s head roll at his feet.

She felt too damn sick and scared to move really. Also, she couldn’t get over — how could someone be that talented with a blade that:

A.) No blood had spilled on her.

And

B.) None of them were able to see or hear him coming.

Ginger instantly pulled his gun out and walked over towards Nessa. ‘Whose there!? Come out!’ He snatched her up and pointed the gun at her head. ‘Come out! Or I swear to God, I will blow this bitch’s brains out!’

‘Please—‘ she started as she held her hands up.

‘SHUT UP!’ Ginger yelled as he looked all around. ‘Alright,’ he then clicked off the safety, ‘I’ll give you to the count of 3… come out— with your hands up… and I won’t kill her…’

‘Why would you think they’d come out for me?! I-I don’t even know what’s going on!’ She said out as she wiped her bloodied nose.

‘Shut. The fuck. Up. I swear you’re making this so much easier!’ He said as he continued to look around, ‘ONE! …. TWO!….’ He pressed the barrel against the back of her skull.

On three, a white haired male stepped from out of the shadows; those damn golden eyes making an appearance before he did. He wore black leather, and held a huge sword in his right hand. He had a scowl on his face that could kill instantly.

Ginger’s mouth fell slightly as he watched the tall, unearthly being approach the both of them. He stepped back, ‘Y—you… it can’t be. B-BACK UP!’

He just kept walking towards them. The sound of metal clinked with each step.

Ginger had finally hit the wall and Nessa looked back at the both of them.

‘Y—you’re dead! Y-you’re suppose to be dead!’

‘Says who?’ The white haired male asked, ‘You?’ His head fell to the side. Then he looked behind him, noticing the women who still stood there. He then looked back towards Ginger, ‘Go ahead… shoot her.’

Nessa’s eyebrows tugged into one in confusion. She wanted to impose on this reunion but she was hurting too bad to talk.

Ginger’s bottom lip trembled as much as his wrist did when he held that gun.

‘Go ahead…’

Ginger swallowed his spit, glancing over at the beautiful woman. He just didn’t have the guts.

The white haired male let out a sigh, ‘I knew it,’ and stabbed Ginger in his abdomen with the shiny sword.

Ginger began to choke. Wheezing as if he’d punctured his lung.

Nessa let out a harsh gasp and covered her lips in shock.

‘You’re… a coward.’ He twisted the blade to open the gaping wound more, ‘You pray on the weak… women and children… you and your friend don’t deserve to breathe for another second.’

He then snatched out the sword from Ginger’s abdomen and the male fell forward.

Nessa just stood in her spot, watching the man who just tried to kill her moments before, choke on his own blood and eventually took his last breath as the rest of him seeped into the cracks and crannies of the destroyed asphalt.

She was too frightened to scream, to run but also… her body was riddled with pain. Anything extreme would’ve probably caused her to pass out. So instead she asked, ‘A-are you gonna kill me next?’

The being then pulled out a dark cloth and wiped his shiny sword off in one swipe, ‘If I wanted … you’d be dead already.’

Well that was quite evident. She took in a deep breath as she just watched him sheath his sword and bend down to go in Ginger’s pocket.

She peaked over, ‘… he-he said you were suppose to be dead… are you like someone important?’

He didn’t say anything, instead he retrieved her money from the corpse and then ventured to the next.

‘Could I at least— know your name?’ She asked as she began to pick up her purse and the rest of her belongings. ‘You did save me after all, I would like to know who you are… In case I don’t ever see you again.’

He smirked as he grabbed her wallet out of the headless corpse and looked at her ID. She had a glorious smile. A smile that could turn any rainy day into sunshine.

Vanessa Hodge, December 18th, 1997, Address…

He took a mental note of her address before slowly rising to his feet and walked over to her.

She looked from his hands to his chest, that donned a silver necklace with a wolf engraved in it. She wondered what that meant.

‘Here,’ His voice brought her out of her thinking trance, ‘Your things.’ He looked down at her as she rose to her feet and threw her purse over her shoulder.

‘Thank you.’ She said softly before wincing at the pain in her cheek.

He lifted her chin to examine her.

Nessa hissed at the sudden, searing pain.

‘They most certainly did a number on you…’ he said as he looked at her split eyebrow. ‘Come. Let’s get you fixed up.’

‘Alright… only— if you do me a tiny favor?’

‘Hmm.’ A mere stranger, asking him for favors? He wasn’t the type to be handing those out. Especially without pay.

Yeah, she had no idea who he was.

‘You tell me your name…’

Was that it? She wanted to know his name? She almost got taken advantage of, got her shit pushed in and almost got her brains blown out but — she wanted to know his name?

‘I-I think it’s fair… I’d like to know who my knight in … shiny leather is.’

It grew quiet once more before he rested his hand on the handle of his sword and lifted his head with a gentle smirk.

‘I mean I think it’s also fair because you’re still a complete stranger and—‘

‘For someone who is in a lot of pain, you sure do talk a lot.’ He said as he shifted his weight and folded his massive arms across his chest.

Nessa felt the heat rise to her neck, her cheeks and then her ears. She looked off to the side, trying to avoid eye contact for a moment.

God you’re gonna blow this.

‘My name is Geralt. Now, if that is all you request, we should leave now.’

She let out a gentle puff of air and quickly walked towards him, ‘Lead the way.’ She shrugged.

Geralt swiftly turned around and they headed in the direction Nessa was heading.

‘So, you’re gonna tell me what you do and why you walk around with those things?’ She asked; swiping her dainty manicured finger at his silver handle.

‘No.’ He mused

‘And— Please don’t touch the swords.’ He said, hearing the cling that she left behind with her touch.

‘Oh— sorry.’

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Christmas with Geralt

Geralt of Rivia (Modern Verse)

“Must we?” Geralt groans. “Yes, we must, now chin up. It is not that bad.” You tell him. Geralt grunts and does his best to stay patient with a very wriggly Natan. He is trying his best to get the toddler into his Christmas onesie, but Natan is giving his father one hell of a hard time.  “Can’t we just sit on the sofa and watch the Nightmare Before Christmas?” He grunts. “The girls like that film, too.” He offers. You shake your head. “I can’t tell Jaskier and father not to come.” You say to him. Geralt furrows his brow. 

Natan has been wrung into his onesie and Geralt goes to check up on Lilee and Ciri. You pick Natan up, following Geralt to the girls.

Ciri is braiding Lilee’s strawberry blond locks. “Are you girls ready?” Geralt asks. “A few more minutes dad.” Says Ciri. You can practically see your husband’s heart swell. She barely ever calls him that and you know it makes him a marshmallow when she does.  You can’t help but smile up at Geralt. Geralt can only manage a watery smile back. You place your free hand on Geralt’s arm. “It is alright.” You cooe. Geralt heaves a small sigh, but nods.

The doorbell rings.

Geralt gives you a look. He’s already feeling a tad awkward in his Chrimas jumper, but for Jaskier to have to see it. You chuckle softly and hand him Natan. “Go open the door, honey. I’ll make sure the girls are ready.” You say softly. You press a kiss to Geralt’s lips and gently pat him bum. 

Geralt grunts and heads down the stairs. 

[first-edition]

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DAY 1: Present (modern!Sandor Clegane x wife!reader)

DAY 2: Three Wise Men (Jake x Steven x Marc X reader)

DAY 3: Gingerbread (Steven Grant x baker!reader)

DAY 4: Toys (Bucky Barnes x reader)

DAY 5: Santa Baby (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Day 6: OH! Holy Night (Matthew Murdock x Virgin! Reader)

DAY 7: Gold (Spencer Reid x reader)

DAY 8: Frankincense (Geralt of Rivia x reader)

DAY 9: Myrrh (Hellboy x “monster”!reader)

DAY 10: Mistletoe (Arron Hotchner x Reader)

DAY 11: Peppermint (Sandor Clegane x Princess! Reader)

DAY 12: Sugar Plum Fairy (Henry cavil x Ballerina! Reader)

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A Quiet Moment - relationship: geralt x reader | summary: based on some prompt that asked you to write a scene between two characters just being around each other with no dialogue. Immediately thought of Geralt. | tags: fluff, angst

Extraordinarily normal - coming soon...

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Stern - coming soon...

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Ribs - relationship: eskel x reader | summary: You're not from the world where the Witcher takes place. So, to stay alive, you stay glued to your witcher - Eskel. Catching feelings for him was bound to happen anyway. Right? Maybe a tiny, life-threatening encounter with a leshy is just the little push the both of you need. | tags: fluff, angst

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Almond, Apple, & Maple - pt. 1

Geralt of Rivia x modern fem!reader (upcoming NSFW)

Synopsis: When a strange young woman crashes into your kitchen and sends you tumbling through time and space, you find yourself transported to a new world - one of monsters, magic, and witchers.

Warnings: Descriptions of vomiting and nausea, as well as blood & severe injuries.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Surprise! New Geralt series - someone please tell my brain to stop having long-winded ideas and relax? Anyway, as usual, this is the game version of Geralt and written accordingly. I'm very excited to get this story told, and I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! Comments and reblogs are extra appreciated <3

Theo is waiting when you arrive. You can see him from the porch, pacing back and forth in front of the window, the way he always does when it’s dark and you aren’t home. The sun’s just set, but with black clouds brimming the sky, you’d think it had gone to rest hours ago. 

When he finally sees you, Theo lets out a meow that’s deafened by the glass and rubs his cheek against the windowpane, no doubt purring up a storm. It’s only been a few hours since you left, but you’ve missed him. 

Despite your mile-long trudge through the snow and the way you’re sweating under your coat, your fingers are frozen. They fumble clumsily with your keys until the lock finally turns. Theo is immediately at your feet, nuzzling against your legs. He’s the only cat you know that doesn’t try to bolt when the door is open.

“Hey, bud,” you greet him, slightly out of breath. You slam the door shut and squat down, ignoring the protest in your thighs. The icicles of your fingers messily attempt to scratch behind his ears, but if Theo notices that you’re inept, he doesn’t seem to mind.

You’ve never been more grateful for the cans of cat food nestled safely in your inner coat pocket, clinking dully against your remaining seventeen cents. There’s maybe a dollar or two more of loose change that can be scrounged up under couch cushions and in pockets and loose drawers. If you’re lucky, you might find a few crumpled bills. For this week, at least, Theo will be fed. You can’t say the same for yourself.

The house is warm and quick to thaw you out, which means your fingers start working again within a few minutes. Once they’re functional, a can of soup serves as your dinner. Thankfully, the microwave is still working. You dump the soup into a bowl and let it heat, then get Theo’s dinner ready for him. 

When he’s started eating - that’s when the day’s events finally hit you. 

Exhaustion is at the front of it all, thick and heavy, like a two-ton chain on your shoulders. Behind it is defeat. Defeat is exhaustion too, but different. It pulls at you from within. It isn’t your aching body or cracked, dry hands, isn't a chain or a profound sense of guilt; it’s a tiny fire within you, threatening at any moment to go out. And the inclination to let it happen.

You stare numbly at the counter, knowing the fridge is empty, knowing you have only five cans of food left until you go hungry again. Knowing that none of the job interviews have called you back, and that it’s been too long to keep up hope. 

Your hands start shaking and you want to cry, but no tears come. You’ve no doubt exhausted your supply - your eyes still feel puffy and sore from the cry you had earlier. Instead, a lump locks in your throat, and something pulls in your chest, and all at once, you’re not sure you have it in you to go on.

It’s Theo that you’re worried about, more than anything else. It’d be horrible, so horrible for you to dump him off at a shelter, but it’d be even worse to see him go hungry. You’d been hoping - are still hoping - that it wouldn’t come to that, but… you can only hope so much.

The shrill sound of the microwave rouses you from your lethargy and chain of thought. Food. The smell of the soup is heavenly, and it seeps life into you as you chug it down, spreading warmth throughout your chest. But before long, it’s finished. You’re left staring at the empty bowl, still hungry. Wanting to cry again.

Theo must sense that you’re upset, because he nuzzles against you and purrs louder than ever. No tears come, but they would if you had any left. Without him, there’s nothing but a hollow life of work - if you can even find it - and isolation. How can you possibly think about survival when there’s nothing to survive for? 

“What am I going to do?” you ask aloud, swallowing hard. You rub your temples and your words ring out in the silence, as if some response might come. Nothing. Of course, nothing.

It feels wrong to be sitting still like this. More than ever, you should be doing something. Yes, you need to move. The water in the sink is ice-cold and won’t heat, but you scrub the dishes anyway and dry them. Clean the counters. Sweep the floor. Organize the cabinets. 

These miniscule tasks keep you sane. They keep you from thinking.

Padding up to you, Theo stretches up and paws at your legs, clearly wanting to be held. You take him in your arms and hold him close, burying your face into his fur and kissing the soft little spot between his ears. He purrs louder and wriggles from your grip, making his way into your coat pocket and tucking himself into a comfortable position. He’s always been small, and likes being in there, for some reason. You hadn’t even realized you were still wearing the stupid coat.

There must be some way to keep him, right? Someone willing to watch him, just for a little while? But who? And how could you ever repay them?

A flash of sudden, searing light interrupts your thoughts. 

It comes out of nowhere and instantly spreads through your kitchen, brighter than you can stand, a ghostly hue of green. Just as you’ve shut your eyes to block it out, something rams into your shoulder and knocks the wind out of you. 

Your arm instinctively wraps in front of Theo as you stumble back. Your ribs burn with a hot, throbbing pain, and you search for breath that doesn’t come - gasping airlessly, sweat trickling down your neck until you finally taste oxygen. Oh, and your shoulder is jammed and aching too, but it’s clearly the least of your worries, because the room has started spinning. 

This is no gentle turn, no light sway of the ocean. It’s vertigo. The world is coming apart. You can see nothing but a black void as reality breaks at the seams and drags you with it. Nausea and disorientation wash over you until it’s all you can do to hold on to your dinner; hot, stinging bile in your throat, aching ribs. It hurts to breathe. Your knees buckle and legs crumple until you hit what should be hard ground, but it’s nothing. You’re falling. Theo starts wailing and digs his claws into your chest.

You’re on the sea, crashing in the thunderous waves, taking in mouthfuls of the salty water and coughing it back out - sinuses burning. You’re in an earthquake, gravel rattling beneath your hands like the ground might collapse under you, swallow you whole. 

You’re in soft grass, crawling on all fours, not knowing what’s real and what’s not. Your head throbs in rhythm with your heart and your body feels like it’s closing in on itself, compressing, bones bending. And all at once, it stops. 

You immediately lose your dinner. 

Thick, burning acid climbs up your throat again and again until you’re left retching, stomach churning. Theo meows fitfully in your coat, but you can’t move to let him out. With how hard you’re shaking, it’s hard to do anything but collapse onto your side. Then he finally worms his way out of your pocket and sits on your chest, wailing some more.

The bright light hasn’t faded, and you blink a few times and squint until you finally realize it’s the sun. Warm, golden light is shining down on you. Which would be lovely, if it wasn’t seven o’clock at night and the middle of winter. You’re dry, too, so your memories of the ocean clearly weren’t real.

I must have hit my head, you think. Exhaustion must have gotten the best of you, and you’d collapsed, hit your head, and hallucinated all of this. But when you finally gain the strength to sit up, setting Theo at your side, your thoughts stall in place.

There’s a young, ashen-haired woman lying unconscious next to you, and a wound on her abdomen is oozing blood. At first, she doesn’t seem real. But she’s warm when you lay a hand on her arm, and the ground has stopped spinning, so you figure she is. And she’s hurt.

Your hands move of their own accord, twitching, knowing that you should do something to help but not knowing what. In medical terms, you’re mostly clueless. Thankfully, when you carefully lift her shirt up from the abdomen, the wound doesn’t seem very deep. There’s bruising there too, deep violet blooming around her navel, but it’s her head that’s really scaring you.

On her temple is a swollen lump, not bleeding much - but it’s the internal damage that you worry about. Sure, you’d been trained in CPR when you were younger, but you have no idea how to treat an injury like this. The first thing you do is make sure she’s breathing. Then you find her pulse, strong and even under your fingers. Those things encourage you. 

You know that you should stop the bleeding, too. Clean the wound. Unfortunately, the only possessions you have at the moment are your coat and the seventeen cents left in the inner pocket. And Theo. Not exactly suited for fixing this sort of thing. 

Her clothes are… strange. They almost look like a costume, if the leather didn’t look so real, so meticulously fitted. And she has two swords at her back, though she’s clearly not in any position to use them. Not important, you chide yourself. The number of questions you have about what just happened is only growing and growing. But you can deal with those once she’s been treated. 

Your gaze catches a pouch on the girl’s belt, and you pull it open and lay out her things, muttering an apology under your breath for invading her privacy. Inside are a handful of strange-looking coins, a vial or two of substances you don’t recognize, and a roll of cotton bandages. When you open the vials and give them a whiff, both are their own disgusting, putrid odor, and neither are identifiable. Shuddering at the smell, you replace their corks and return them to the pouch. Which leaves only the bandages.

As cautiously as you can, you wrap them around her abdomen in an effort to stop the bleeding. It seems to staunch the blood flow. Somewhat. You don’t dare to move her or touch her head - nothing to be done about that here without the risk of making it worse. So you stand up with still-shaking legs and take stock of your surroundings. 

Green fields. As far as the eye can see, there are green fields with blooming wildflowers and bees buzzing from one spot to the next. Birds chirp in the distance, a bubbling stream lies about twenty feet away, and the sun is warmer than ever. If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was spring. You have to take off your coat and tie it around your waist to ward off the growing heat.

There’s some form of wooden shack on the horizon, but you don’t feel right leaving the woman alone. Still, isn’t it better to get her some help? Should you be trying to wake her up? After a moment’s hesitation, you give her shoulder a slight shake, and she stirs. Another shake rouses her completely. 

She flinches and sits up with a start - halting the action with a pained yelp as she cradles an arm around her stomach, grimacing. Finally, her green eyes, so bright they almost appear to be glowing, land on you. “Wh-where am I?” she asks faintly, sounding as if she’s not quite conscious. “Who are you?”

Good questions, you think. But you have so few answers.

“I have no idea where we are,” you start. “This place just… appeared. I was in my kitchen, and - then I was here.” It’s a pathetic explanation, but it’s what you have. After a pause, you give her your name, too. You want to say more, but your mouth closes on its own. You don’t know what just happened, and you’re in no position to explain it.

“I see,” she says, voice tinged with effort as she straightens up. Her gaze lands on Theo, calmly laying beside you, and her lips quirk into a small smile - contrasting ghastly with her greying skin. “And who is this little one?” she asks.

“This is Theo,” you answer softly. 

“Ciri,” she reveals. “I’m… Ciri. I’d say it’s nice to meet you both, but...” She trails off, shaking her head. The movement sends blood trickling from her temple down her cheek. “It seems I’m a little worse for wear at the moment,” she lightly remarks, though her tone can’t hide the exhaustion, the dark circles under her eyes. “Help me up?” 

It’s easier said than done. 

You manage to get her standing and haul her arm over your shoulder as support, but she’s stumbling rather than walking. The sun is scorching hot and merciless, and you find yourself immediately missing the snow. You can’t stop here. 

The grey shade of Ciri’s skin gets worse and worse the further on you go. Her steps get progressively clumsier too, like her legs have started to spasm. Finally, her knees simply give out and she collapses, panting as she plants her gloved hands on the grass. The shack isn’t far now, but she’s bled through her bandages. It seems the wound was worse than you thought. At least Theo is obediently following behind the two of you, and seems to be enjoying this strange adventure.

“Only a little further,” you tell Ciri, even though you’re shaking with overextension and every inch of you hurts. Even though you know in your gut what the odds against her are.

She nods, gritting her teeth in determination, so you prop your shoulder under her arm and help her up. It’s worse this time. She’s a dead weight. You’re practically dragging her. But something anxious - manic, even - buzzes under your skin, fills your breath, surges strength to leadened muscles. Your thoughts trip over one another again and again until you find the word. Adrenaline. It’s the only reason you’re still walking.

The two of you have just made it through the door of the shack when she collapses again, tilting her head back against the wall as she gulps in air, pressing her hand against her abdomen.

You’re suddenly overtaken by the fear that she’ll die and leave you here alone. That you’ll be left with a corpse, a hollow, rotting shell of a girl you barely know. You want to ask her if she has any last wishes, if there’s anything you can do. But, seeing as she clearly hasn’t given up on life yet, it seems cruel to start bringing up death.

Instead, your hands, forever busy, start rummaging through the shack’s cabinets and drawers. You find a few small treasures: a bottle of spirit, some dried fruit and meat, and a length of clean (or, at least, it looks clean) cloth. You don’t waste a moment before returning to Ciri, undoing her blood-soaked bandages to press the cloth against the wound.

She softly cries out as you apply pressure, but makes no move to stop you. Her body lies limp as you work. Then you secure the cloth with the old bandages, tying them as tight as you dare. Her stomach is still bruised, after all, and she’s clearly in pain. At least her face looks less grey now. A little.

“Well, well. What’ve you got there?” she asks, her gaze turning toward the floor, where your newly-found treasures lie.

“Some kind of spirit, I think,” you tell her, picking up the bottle and examining it.

“Give it here?” 

You hand it over without hesitance. She bites off the cork, spits it on the floor, and takes a whiff of the liquid inside. Finding it acceptable, she downs a large swig and tilts her head back again, sighing in relief. Yes, she’s definitely less grey now.

She can’t be very old. What happened to her? Who did this to her? You’re suddenly filled with blind anger. A helplessness that you can’t do more, can’t even comfort her. Theo must be sharing your line of thought, because he crawls onto her lap and starts purring, tucking himself into a circle.

“Thank you very much, Theo,” she says weakly, petting his back. She takes another swig from the bottle, then closes her eyes. You linger near the window, fighting the urge to pace around the room. You’re just about to ask her what happened to her when the rapid sound of hoofbeats approaches.

“Ciri!” a voice calls. Deep - coarse. Warm. The hair on your neck stands up at the sound of it. From fear or anticipation, you don’t know.

“In here,” she responds. She doesn’t bother yelling, just speaks the words as if they’re meant for you. You doubt whoever it is out there can hear her, but he comes inside anyway, bursting through the door like he’s afraid it won’t open.

You immediately gape at the sight of him, thoughts conflicting. This stranger, he’s tall, and broad, and beautiful. And a little scary. You should be afraid of him. He clearly thinks you hurt Ciri, from his expression. You should move, or explain, but you can’t. You just stare at him.

He stalls at the doorway, taking in the sight of her with wide eyes, looking almost pained. You can’t tell what color they are - his eyes - but as they rake over the extent of her wounds, something hardens in his gaze. Then it turns to you. He takes a slow step forward, muscles pulled tense like he’s waiting for a fight, watching you the way one watches a venomous snake. Do you imagine the way his hand instinctively twitches toward his blade?

“Geralt,” Ciri says, sounding immensely relieved. “It’s alright. She helped me.”

At her words, he instantly relaxes, gaze turning away from you as he steps over to Ciri and squats down at her side. Your head’s begun spinning again.

“Geralt, is that Ciri?” a distorted, cool-toned voice asks. “Is she there?” The words seem to have come from the air - you can’t see a source for this new speaker. Then Geralt pulls out a small metal box from his belt and holds it up toward his mouth. Like a phone.

“She’s here.”

The response comes through the box again. “Don’t move.” And, apparently, the voice doesn’t wait for an answer. Ten seconds later, a swirling circle of light appears in the midst of the room and a dark-haired woman walks out of it. 

“Ciri,” she murmurs, going pale. The word is half relief, half fear, and her voice is much clearer now that it isn’t coming from the strange box. She kneels at Ciri’s side, tucking bloodied hair out of her face. “Come with me,” she says. “We must get you out of here, get you somewhere safe.”

“Not going to argue with that,” Ciri says, attempting a laugh. The sound cuts off in pain. The dark-haired woman purses her lips, then helps her to her feet, half-carrying Ciri the way you did. The two of them walk toward the swirling circle of light together, and you watch them helplessly - not knowing if you should say something.

At the last moment, just before they’ve entered, Ciri angles herself toward you. “Wait - I forgot to thank you for your help,” she says. “You may have just saved my life. I can’t repay you at the moment, but… thank you.”

Frozen, you simply nod in response, watching as the two of them step into the light together. Ciri’s words swirl through your mind restlessly. There’s a flash, then both of them are simply gone. Vanished into the air. And, a moment later, the circle fades. 

Leaving you and Geralt alone.

You stare at him across the room, and he stares back at you, looking even more confused than you feel. You’ve seen a fair amount of insanity in your life, but never anything like this. You can’t even begin to process what you’ve just seen. And, funnily enough, you’ve never felt more alone in your life, even with his company. 

Now that Ciri isn’t here, you can take in the sight of him fully. Dark leather armor, snow-white hair, and two swords strung on his back. Like Ciri.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were wearing costumes. But Ciri’s blood is much too real on your hands, and so is this… weird, fucked reality that you’re in, sunny when it should be winter, daytime when it should be night, you have no idea where you are, and - fuck. What the hell is happening?

Your feet move to take a step toward the table - to sit down, think all of this over. But something strange happens when you move. Your body starts shuddering and the ground below you suddenly feels unstable. Your head throbs and your legs feel strangely light. Instead of taking a step toward the table, your knees tumble out from under you.

Or they would have. If Geralt hadn’t caught you.

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Cabin

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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike makes good on a promise to take you somewhere nice for the weekend.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Fluff! Lots of it!

A/N: Ladies, gentlemen and persons of any and all other varieties: welcome to the first part of the part we've all been waiting for. (Yes. First part of that part. So is Mike getting laid yet? No. Is that his own fault? Unfortunately, yes.)

If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3

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Mike took over driving a while ago, and you still have absolutely no clue where you’re going, because he refuses to tell you. It looks like you’re headed for the same lake that the house of Will’s dad was on, but it doesn’t seem to be the same side of the lake you’re headed for. In your brain you curse Mike out for his love for surprises – you hate them. You barely know if what you packed is okay for the weekend, although you hope you won’t be needing too many clothes to begin with.

Eventually, you doze off, waking up just in time to see the last few turns before Mike pulls into a parking spot.

Tucked away safely in the forest surrounding the lake, there’s a cabin. It looks to be the perfect marriage between modern and classic, and far bigger than strictly necessary. Mike grabs your bag off the backseat, then his, and a secret third and fourth bag he had hidden away in the trunk of the car, while you just stand there in awe.

“We’re staying here?” you ask in disbelief as you look at the house in front of you. From where you’re standing, you can see the lake behind the house. It’s absolutely beautiful…

“The whole weekend,” Mike confirms, “I took Monday off, too, in case you wanted to stay an extra day.” He shrugs – it looks silly, with all the luggage he’s holding.

“I’m thinking ‘hell yeah’!” You take a few steps towards him and clumsily wrap an arm around him, planting a kiss on his cheek. When you try to take one of the bags, he shakes his head.

“It’s going to be princess treatment for you this whole weekend,” he says. Is it hot out here or is that just the spontaneous combustion of your ovaries you’re feeling? You follow Mike into the cabin; it’s as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside; exposed wood and large windows, comfy looking furniture with blankets draped over them… You’ll have no trouble getting comfortable in here, that’s for sure! With a loud thud, Mike drops the bags to the floor.

“Can I give you a quick tour?” he asks, reaching out a hand to you as an invitation – one you don’t hesitate to accept.

First, he shows you the kitchen. Roomy, modern, fully decked out, and probably the least interesting part of the house to you right now. The view is fantastic, though. Sliding doors open onto a deck which appears to provide plenty of privacy, and holds another table from which you have a phenomenal view of the lake.

“Wow,” is all you manage as you lean lightly on the railing. It doesn’t take long for Mikey’s head to pop up on your shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s a pretty great place,” he admits. “I’m lucky my parents let us come down for the weekend.” From the way he says it, you get the feeling that that’s not something they usually allow. “They wanted to go themselves, but I somehow managed to talk them out of it.”

“Groveling?”

“Lots of it. And begging. Some bribery may have been involved.” Mike puts a hand on your waist and pulls you in. “But we’re here, it’s a three-day weekend, we have four nights together in this place…” He kisses you softly. Now that he’s mentioned you will be spending four nights with him here, you feel something that you can probably most accurately describe as ‘mild panic’. “No distractions.” When his lips touch your neck, it sends shivers down your spine. “Just us.”

“Speaking of,” you blurt out, “how about we get it over with?” You turn around in his arms, giving him your most playful look. It doesn’t work very well because, quite frankly, you want to shoot yourself for suggesting it.

“No,” he says plainly, a devilish grin spreading on his face. “You’ve been coming for me about my lack of patience, I’m planning on proving to you exactly how patient I can be.”

“Sounds like a nightmare.” You throw your arms around his neck. “Take me now.” The worst part is that you’re only half-joking.

“I don’t appreciate that you’re trying to reduce the first time we sleep together to ‘take me’,” he taunts. You can’t help but snort at the remark. Who does he think he is, all of a sudden? Then you remember the conversation you overheard at the lake. And yet…

“We almost did it in the backseat of your car,” you remind him. He doesn’t give a damn, and he promises you that tonight will be special.

“You’re so totally going to beg for it,” he whispers softly in your ear before planting a few more soft kisses in your neck. That alone is enough to make you whimper… God knows what else he’ll do. “Let me finish showing you the house.”

He gestures to the rest of the deck. Most of it is roofed, and in the corner there’s a covered hot tub that you’re dying to try.

“Of course, the hot tub is broken – just our luck, right?” Mike says as soon as he sees the expectant look on your face. “But there’s a pretty decent bathtub with jets – my dad doesn’t do things halfway – and the sauna works.” Bathtub? Sauna? You stare at Mike wide-eyed as he takes your hand and pulls you along, back inside.

“We even get the good bedroom.” He ushers you through a door on the ground floor. The view from the bedroom is absolutely stunning, and the room itself isn’t bad, either. A large canopy bed takes up most of the space, and on the floor… “Shit, sorry, Sweetcheeks. No shoes on that rug. I’m fairly sure it costs more than my tuition.” He pulls you back slightly. You laugh when he says it, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Your dad really doesn’t fuck around,” you say.

“Well… He used to. I can tell you all about that later. But first; let’s get settled here. You can try out the tub while I make dinner?” Wait, he’s going to cook for you?

“Maybe after a little twenty-minute… nap?” you suggest, but Mike shakes his head to let you know that at the very least he won’t be joining you – not yet. Truth be told, you are pretty tired. It hadn’t been that long a drive, but the excitement of not knowing where you were going had worn you out over the course of the week. Mike smiles when you tell him you really do want to lie down for a minute. Until you see the actual bathroom…

“That… is a very roomy shower,” you note, while unconsciously stepping closer to Mikey.

“God damn, Sweetcheeks, you are making this way too easy for me,” he laughs when he sees the look on your face. Right. You know that. But he’s so damn cute, and you really can’t help it. You’ve been going out with him for what? Two months? Another look around the bathroom should help you avoid his eyes. It’s really nice; that spacious walk-in shower isn’t the only thing attracting your attention. The previously discussed bathtub is also the stuff of your wildest dreams; from the looks of it, you’re not going to miss that hot tub too much… You also can’t help but notice that tub would easily fit two people.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” you whine when Mike turns the water on. He just grins and shakes his head.

“Nope, you get some rest, babe. I’ll run you a bath,” he says with a smile, “you can soak while I get dinner sorted, and then after you can just chill while I take a shower, okay?”

A little while later you walk into the bathroom, which now smells of citrus and sandalwood. Mike’s eyes widen as he looks up at you. You didn’t have the confidence to appear completely naked, but the short lace bathrobe you’re wearing doesn’t leave much to the imagination. It’s neither surprising nor disappointing that Mike’s weakness is your body, and you let him rake his eyes over you for a minute, trying to work up the courage to drop the thing right in front of him.

It takes a while before you realize that it’s not so much that you don’t dare, but rather that you don’t want to. He’s going through all this trouble to make this weekend special, and all you’re trying to do is seduce him. Granted, it’s fucking annoying that nothing so far has worked, and it really does a number on your stupid self-esteem that he isn’t trying to jump your bones, but it’s so incredibly sweet… Besides, the look in his eyes right now tells you everything you need to know: He wants you.

“Alright…” Mike clears his throat. “You’re all set. Call me if you need anything, I’m going to get dinner started. I’ll come get you when it’s done, okay?” You reply with a nod, and Mike leaves the bathroom almost suspiciously quickly.

The bath is amazing; The water is just the right temperature, the jets are fantastic, and Mike even went through the trouble of lighting candles. You catch yourself just before you doze off – several times, actually – until after about half an hour, Mike shows up in the doorway.

“Hey baby,” he says softly as he steps into the room and sits on the edge of the bath, “dinner’s almost ready, so you gotta get out, okay?” You answer him with a disgruntled moan – you don’t want to get out. Even though the smell of the dinner Mike made reaches all the way to the bathroom and you have to admit it’s absolutely mouthwatering.

“Hey!” you complain when Mike turns off the jets and winks at you with a sly grin on his face. “No peeking!” New rule: If he’s not going to touch you, he doesn’t get to see you. It’s a rule he doesn’t seem happy about at all. Tough luck.

“Dinner smells great,” you muse when you walk into the room wearing that same lacy bathrobe. This time, however, you’re wearing your pajamas underneath it. It’s still enough to get him to look – honestly, you don’t wear satiny babydolls for no reason, so you might have just killed him if he hadn’t stared at you at least a little… “What is it?”

“Lasagna,” he replies, “and to be completely honest… It’s my mom’s sauce. But I helped, I swear!” There’s something adorable about the way he gets defensive about his cooking. Of course, as soon as you heard the word ‘lasagna’, you knew he couldn’t have whipped that up in under an hour from scratch, but why does he seem to think you’re going to get mad about that?

“And you consider that cheating?” you ask as you step towards him. He does that adorable thing again where he looks at his feet shyly while scratching the back of his head, and you’re fighting – yet another – surge of that feeling that screams ‘jump him’.

“Yeah? A little?” Oh God, you’re so mean! He looks sad and insecure and all you want to do is give him a hug…

“Mikey,” you say as you wrap your arms around him, “you brought me here and you ran me a bath, and you made me dinner, and you want our first time together to be special… You get all the brownie points, okay? You’re getting every single thing right.”

“I’m just… I’m really trying, okay?” He still averts his eyes and looks at his feet. Why?

“Mike, for fuck’s sake! Who hurt you?” you cry out, grabbing his face and turning it to yours. He still doesn’t look into your eyes, god dammit.

He takes a deep breath, then finally looks at you: “High school girlfriend. She was always on my case about how I needed to be better and try harder – but she only meant that when it came to her. So, she’d get pissed if I told her I couldn’t go out with her because I had homework, or if I…”

“Made a lasagna using your mom’s sauce because she somehow thought she deserved more of an effort?” you try, and from the look in Mike’s eyes you can tell that you are spot on with your guess.

“She broke up with me when I told her I got into college, but it wasn’t the one she went to at the time. She knew I wasn’t even applying there. It was a whole mess.” He shakes his head as he continues his reminiscing. “I still have her on Facebook – she’s pregnant with baby number four and looks pretty miserable in all of her pictures. But maybe I’m just projecting my emotions.” You stare at him for a second before both of you start laughing.

“Mike, you’re a great guy, and I’m absolutely nuts about you… I appreciate the effort, but seducing me with kittens already worked. I’m hooked. I’m yours.”

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𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈: @fushic0re

ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ . 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀:

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

        I’d say a 3.5. I’m proud of my work, but there’s always room to grow and improve. 

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

        I think my writing style focuses a lot on the complexity of the inner emotions the characters feel. I like to take a lot of time fleshing out their inner selves that way when there’s dialogue or they commit a specific act, readers are able to say to themselves “yea, this is very them”. All in all, I like a lot of emotion. 

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

        My fellow writers café members inspire me! Everyone has such different styles and ideas, it really makes me want to be more innovative. I don’t really have any specific muses, to be honest–the fanfiction fandom in general makes me want to write and see my ideas developed.

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

        “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” and “Dance In The Dark”. 

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

        Steve Rogers for sure is my easiest. I love that man with my entire being and have dissected him and my interpretation of him so many times. I find Geralt of Rivia a bit difficult to write, hence why there’s no work for him.

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

        There’s not really a who, more like a what–my emotional wounds. Writing is used as a tool for me to not only bring my ideas to life, but use them as vessels to work out these emotions and proverbially close that chapter of my life by turning them into something positive. 

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

        I have a very cute “Spy x Family” meets “The Incredibles” one shot for Miguel O’Hara in the works featuring Filipina!Reader, Gabriella O’Hara, and reader’s daughter hehe 

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

        I’m really gonna expose myself here…it was for Black Veil Brides LMAOOOO 

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

        GIRL (gender neutral); black cat gf x golden retriever bf, the mean one being soft for the sunshine one, enemies to lovers, reincarnation. 

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

        Mafia/mob boss. I have one singular wip with that trope and after that, I’m retiring it. Cannot stand it, no offense. 

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

        Definitely my demon! Lee Bodecker and ghost!Steve Rogers fics. Those were RIDES.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, BLACK CAT GF x GOLDEN RETRIEVER BF, and THE GRUMPY ONE BEING SOFT FOR THE SUNSHINE ONE. I clearly have a preference. 

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

        Either bossanova, classical music, jazz, lo-fi, or a playlist I made specifically for whatever I’m writing.

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

I don’t have a preference tbh. they’re both very impactful, it just depends on the plot in question. 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

yES ALL THE TIME. especially for fluff pieces with family dynamics, I always wanna create little side drabbles in the style of “modern family” like they have their very own sitcom. 

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

writing for Geralt of Rivia. The deep lore for The Witcher seems like a lot of ground to cover. 

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I can’t remember anything specific, but my fic “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” received a good amount of super meaningful feedback from Filipino readers that meant a lot to me. They expressed how much it meant for them to be seen, especially in a fantasy-fairy tale like story that incorporated our culture.

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Yes, lore building for “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call”! I’ve never written anything in the fantasy genre, so that was definitely a challenge. It turned out amazing. I loved writing it and that fic is one that is near and dear to my heart. 

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

I’m a fucking baby and I can only have angst if it’s followed with fluff…..but I do love angst.

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

EEEEEE I currently have one OC for a re-write of my series called “Keeping Up With The Starks”. Her name is Camila Santos Stark, a Filipina-American who is the only daughter of Tony Stark. She’s a spoiled heiress but is definitely a no-nonsense woman who you do not want to underestimate. She’s described by others around her as the rational version of Tony–the snark is there, but so are a bunch of other characteristics that Tony doesn’t possess. Steve Rogers is her love interest. He thought she was a spoiled brat, but look who fell in love!

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

Definitely “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” – it’s pure fantasy which sounds amazing. Plus, Namor! 

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

Eh, there’s nothing really interesting going on behind the scenes–I just write at night with a candle lit. 

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

        “I’m a beauty, I’m a beast, it defends on the feast” – “So Cool” by Dounia

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

        If writing frustrates you, that’s a sign for you to step away and take a break. If you initially started writing because you love it, continue to lead with love–don’t kill the joy.

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

works dedicated to the king with the saddest pretty boy eyes 🍷

we don’t stan his actions in canon, btw. 

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Love and The Lack of Ass (modern!Aegon x reader) 

Summary: Aegon expresses his feelings over your very apparent thirst for Miguel O’Hara in the most Aegon way possible: sulking. (fluff) 

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[cardierreh15]

Did I tag you in the hopes that I can maybe get a little snippet for Knight in Shining Leather? Absolutely!! 😍 Pretty please?

And your other WIPs sound amazing, too!

👀 If that’s what pookie wants that’s what pookie gets! Tea is under the cut 😌

[yenn-reads]

A new month, new favorite series. And this month it’s going to be spooky.

Where are all my monster fuckers?

I have some treats for you. I have to admit it was hard this time to decide on three stories and maybe some of you are a little disappointed not to see their favorite monsters. I'm 100% a vampire fucker. I always was and always will be. So there's a lot of them in here today.

But like always, if you have your own favorite, tell me in your reblog. Share all the vampires, werewolves, ghosts or whatever monster series you love!

These are mine:

The Pull

Vampire!Henry Cavill x OFC Rowena (💕🔥🌩, status: completed)

@sillyrabbit81 is one of my favorites. I don't think anything I've read by her has ever disappointed. But this one really needs more praise. The story of the Crown Prince of Vampires Henry and his mate Rowena is breathtaking. It is full of emotions and the plot will keep you hooked until you manage to read all 25 parts. And if that's not enough to draw you in, perhaps the cameo appearance of Werewolf! Alexander Skarsgard will make you read it. You definitely should!

Natural

Mikey (+Walter+August+Sherlock) x reader (💕🔥🌩, status: ongoing)

This is my all-time favorite supernatural story, ever! @raccoon-eyed-rebel built a world and a whole lore around this story that is absolutely spectacular. It's fun, it's romantic, it's heart-breaking, it's hot. And because she has the incredible talent to put more than just one Henry-shaped guy into a story and make it work, we get Mike, August, Walter and Sherlock to live with us. All of their characters are built so uniquely, you're going to love them all. So it's a good thing we're in a slowly developing reverse harem.

And because I'm an annoying little fan girl I got some glimpses and spoilers for it and let me tell you, @raccoon-eyed-rebel is going to give us some really good stuff for this one!

Worship

Hades (Geralt/August) x OFC Eliza (💕🔥🌩, status: completed)

Second post, second time I have @daydreaming-in-letters on my list. Though this wasn't intentionally, it's far from a mistake. Because she is a favorite writer of me for a reason. And her Hades-AU is my favorite of her stories. It's absolutely unique. As always @daydreaming-in-letters knows exactly how to build worlds and atmosphere with her words. Let her take you to the underworld. Get to know Hades. In his divine form or his human resemblance. He will take your breath away.

Take a look at those stories, read, reblog, talk about them. Every time I see someone of my mutuals reblog something I recommended, my heart fills with joy. And be sure, the heart of the writer feels the same.

By the way, sorry for shameless self promotion but I couldn't let that opportunity slip, if you still want more vampires, you could also take a look at my own series

[all-by-myself98]

Good evening!

We've pause your regularly scheduled programming to say that this fanfic blog is making a comeback...

Besties I'm aware that it's been like a couple years(???) since I've posted any oneshots or any kind of writing on this blog but listen in the wise words of the fanfic writers before me, my life has been crazy.

But I'm coming back! And I would love your help with getting started again! I already have some ways of getting myself started with ideas, but I would love your ideas too! Whether they're oneshots, headcanons, or just random ramblings that you want my thoughts on, I'm ready for it all and my ask box is looking mighty tempting, isn't it?

As I said before, I am open to oneshot requests and/or headcanon requests. Depending on how a oneshot is progressing, it may turn into a limited series, but that's just going to be based off of how much ideas I can wring out of one wet rag.

I am open to any of the Big Three: fluff, angst, and smut!

This also of course means...

NO MINORS INTERACTING WITH MY WORK, PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!! MDNI!!!

If you are a minor and you attempt to skirt around this rule and I find out, I'm literally wasting no time in adding you to my very empty blocked list. So maybe just don't try it?

Fandoms and characters I will write for:

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (141 squad + König, Graves, Nikolai, Alex, Farah, & Laswell)

Marvel/MCU (the Moon Knight system, Layla El-Faouly, any member of Defenders including Frank Castle, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Logan Howlett, Victor Creed, Laura Kinney, Valkyrie)

DC (any members of batfam, Aquafam, Justice Society, Titans, and Suicide Squad)

Star Wars (any member of Bad Batch, Captain Rex, Commander Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Lando Calrissian, Poe Dameron, Finn)

Star Trek (Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Uhura, Captain or Admiral Pike)

Arcane: League of Legends (Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Sevika, Steb (YES, IM INCLUDING FISH MAN, DO NOT JUDGE ME HE WAS A CUTIE PIE))

Baldur's Gate 3 (Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Karlach, Laezel, Wyll, Rolan)

Other misc characters including but maybe not completely(?) limited to Riddick, Master Chief, Hellboy, Prince Nuada, Aemond Targaryen, Davos Blackwood, Tormund Giantsbane, Geralt of Rivia, Lambert, Elrond Peredhel (LOTR and TROP versions acceptable), and Sherlock Holmes (BBC and Netflix!Enola versions acceptable)

Again! This list could change! If it does change, I will edit this post, and then make an announcement of what my changes are, but this post will almost always be the best reference to find out what I'm writing or who I'm writing for!

Things I will not write:

Minors in sexual/smutty situations. They're either aged up or they're going in the trash, #sorrynotsorry

Pedophilia

Noncon

Hardcore stalking and/or harrassment

Physical and sexual abuse (unless it's like part of a character's backstory then it may be referenced, but I am not writing it out)

Anything else thats just. standard generic icks or no-nos. If you need clarification on something you're not sure I'm okay with, just ask

PSA: I am a white woman. The majority of my writings will be "x reader", and they will usually be fem!reader or afab!reader too, so if you wish for me to write for a gn!reader, please let me know in your request and I will honor that to the best of my ability!

I will also always try to be as vague as possible with other details such as race, hair color, eye color, etc., unless I happen to be writing an OC character with a specified appearance. But I imagine sometimes I'll make mistakes. I'll kick myself for it and I'll say sorry a million and one times, but it's almost inevitable and I'm an idiot and proofreading? whats that?? and I want to prepare you all now. And, if I do make a mistake, or if my writing ever seems to break that promise of being race vague, please let me know what I've done wrong and I will always try to alter what I can so everyone, regardless of what their race or appearance is, can feel welcome, accepted, and included in my writings!

Okay, you can all return to your regularly scheduled programming now :)

This is Renny signing off!

[peyton-warren]

Fanfic writers appreciation day

I would like to share some of my favorite writers on this hellsite. ( In alphabetical order so no partiality is shown.). I know I don't give any of them enough love and support so here is a small attempt to make up for it.

@adulting-sucks - is first up. Masterlist. She hasn't been writing lately because life happens but that doesn't mean I don't go back countless times to what she's already written. She is my ride or die on this site, but that doesn't mean I'm biased. Go read for yourself. My favorite of her stuff is Oh What A Night, a Jake Jensen masterpiece that is exactly how I feel my first date with Jake would go.

@deandoesthingstome her Masterlist. Charlie is just a beautiful human who is so welcoming and supportive of other writers, essentially keeping fandom community alive and thriving. She does this amazing thing for other writers called Fanfic Writer Wednesday where she highlights a writer, which is so sweet and selfless and beautiful 😍. Her writing is outstanding as well! My favorite of hers is Walk With Me, which is full of drama, intrigue, smut and storytelling. Seriously you will not be disappointed.

@ellethespaceunicorn Their Masterlist. Elle writes beautifully about some of my favorites in the fandoms namely Walter Marshall and Lloyd Hansen. My favorite (currently) is Don't take My Sunshine Away . The series is dark (it's about Lloyd so to be expected). Give it and everything else they have written a shot.

@raccoon-eyed-rebel her master list is here. Her unique and beautiful writing has you coming back for more with each chapter, each post. The woman doesn't know the meaning of brevity and that's ok with the rest of us because her writing is so outstanding. My recommendation of her stuff is one of her one shots - In All Fairness... though you can't go wrong with any of her many series either.

@geralts-yenn Her Masterlist This woman is a phenomenal person above and beyond her writing. She is the glue that keeps fandom community together, she is one of the most supportive people on Tumblr of other writers. And her comments are legendary. As for her writing, if I had to narrow it down, it would be hard but I'll go with Believe in me, her ongoing series Vampire Modern Melot. As a person who ravenously have consumed everything vampire related since the late 80s til today (minus Twilight), I am madly in love with her new interpretation of Vampires and their lives. As well as she weaves several Cavill characters into the tale, even as background players. Love it. And more importantly I love her.

@mayloma her Masterlist this writer is phenomenal in talent and beautiful imagery. I love all of her stuff but the one I keep coming back to repeatedly is Sweetest Things. The visuals, the sensuality, the beauty. Just perfect. And unlike the other writers here, I need to mention my other most favorite of hers Of Investments and Returns. It had me locked in from the first word and I loved every second of it.

@ronearoundblindly her Masterlist. Ro is an amazing writer who is prolific and beautiful in her writing. She is also an incredible human being that I am so glad is in my life. She has helped me out of jams both in writing and in my own life. Love her. My favorite of her fics is Smells Like Team Spirit which is an unf hgggg wonderful tale about Lloyd x Reader x Steve Rogers.

@sarahdonald87 Although she has yet to officially publish a full chapter of her Andy and Everett series, she still wets our appetites with her beautiful snippets. I am so excited to see what she gives us when she gives us the whole story. My favorite of her drabbles is The Dark Room Redux. It's a beautiful view into where Andy and Everett are headed. Also I adore Sarah and am so very thankful she is in my life. I love her realness and honesty as well as her beautiful heart.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork her Masterlist This woman is an outstanding writer. Her serieses (is that a word?) keep me coming back again and again to read and reread. Her current ongoing series about a certain Train!Daddy and Honey is pure love and wonderfulness and very inclusive (I feel very seen in that series). But the series I adore the most that she wrote is Wilford Demands. The twists and turns plus the outstanding smut just... It's wonderful.

@sweetandgentlecreature her Masterlist Sweet is a newer writer in Tumblr who has definitely made her presence known with her Sy fics. My favorite is Homeward Bound .

Go give your favorite fanfic writer some love and appreciation today, and all days. As always reblog their work to help spread the love around to others. Your likes are all well and good but Tumblr reblogs is the only way fic gets spread to other readers.

[girlonastring]

🎶I need me a cheer reader🎶

I have 12,526 words of Christmas Witcher fic, geralt x jaskier, a healthy dose of cute ciri with her dads set in modern times and I'm like. One or two scenes from being done and my brain needs some encouragement 😭

[verypostcrown]

Geralt x modern reader, Garelt x Aragon daughter reader, Geralt x Lucy Pevensie granddaughter reader.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Updates on my requests and other writing stuff!!

I haven't been very active on here (or with my writing) for a while, so I wanted to give people a little update. stuff that i've started writing is in bold letters

Requests

Soap x plus-sized!reader in a coffeeshop AU (requested by @ghostsoapgirl) i love this request so much!!! i've written quite a bit, but need to get around to the smut part :)

Continuation on the Soap x medic!reader series (requested by anon) haven't started on this yet, but once inspiration hits me, i'll continue this series for sure!

Judith x reader fluff (requested by @levithestripper) i promise i haven't forgotten about this! love, love, love judith so i'll try to get around this soon

angsty Harwin Strong x reader (implied cheating, betrayal etc etc, requested by anon) as of now, i have mixed feelings about this one tbh... i don't really know how to get around writing this just because my first thought when thinking of a cheater is homicide, but yk... i'll get there

platonic geralt x anxious!reader (requested by @catgoblinchelly) i love this idea, and especially that it's platonic, but i've barely written three lines :')

Vikings + opinions on modern day christmas things (requested by @demon-of-the-ancient-world) by the time i post this, it'll probably be july, but i love the request!!

Geralt x sorceress!reader with these prompts: "Are you really blind enough to not see the sparkles in her eyes when she’s staring at you?” & “When I’m with you, I almost feel normal.” (requested by anon) as always, i'll probably takke creative liberties with the prompts, but omg this is gonna be so fun to write

Witcher characters x maleficent!reader (requested by anon) love the concept!

Criston Cole fucking Daemon's wife or ex-wife (requested by anon) RAHHH ANON YOUR MIND IS FUCKING GINANTAMOUS LOVE LOVE LOVE UNREALISTIC SMUT SWEEP LET'S GOOO!!!! i also cannot get this image out of my head for some reason 🧍‍♀️

vikings + ivar being a remembered figure in history (requested by anon) i love this as well!! it's such an interesting concept

Stuff that I came up with at 2am and haven't finished

Oneshot: Snowfall; Simon Riley x formerfosterkid!reader (this is getting out of hand)

Oneshost: Affair; John Price x married!reader (john price hottest dom sweep)

Stuff that I've finished but don't really wanna post (idek)

Aegon Targaryen NSFW Alphabet (i was horny i'm sorry)

Corlys Velaryon NSFW Alphabet (no excuses here, he's a GILF)

A bunch of Hand turns Loom drafts that make me want to get a lobotomy)