#witcher x yn

[willowsages-blog]

Forbidden love: Geralt rivia x female reader

You're a princess awaiting marriage. Every girl has to marry a prince even if the girls do not want to marry,

they have no other choice.

At this moment, you are wandering around your garden, admiring the flowers. As you were leaning down to smell the flowers feeling someone's

as you kneel down to pick a pretty one, you hear someone coming behind you,

you immediately got up and turned around and saw an older prince that you had a crush on for a while now.

''My princess' geralt rushes towards you, and you do the same.

you smile widely. my prince

he pulls you into his grasp. holding onto you as if you were leaving him at any moment.

Y/N, i can't let you leave to someone else, he says seriously

looking down, heartbroken,

hey, he lifts your chin! making you look at him,

Geralt lifts your chin. making you look at him. he then takes a deep breath. caressing your cheek,

I'm running away.

before you could say anything, he cuts you off, and you're leaving with me,       

[littlecrow-rogue]

A Chance Encounter - Jaskier x Reader

Hi there! I finally finnished my first Jaskier x Reader story. The story of a elf in need and as Jaskier helping her romance start to blossom. I hope you gonna enjoy! Let me know what you think! And if anyone have any kind of requests let me know! XoX - V

The marketplace bustled with life, a chaotic symphony of voices and activity that filled the air with energy. I moved through the throng of people, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but desperation was not giving me a choice in the matter.

My eyes scanned the stalls, searching for the perfect opportunity. Then, I spotted it—a loaf of bread left unattended on a vendor's cart. It was a small thing, hardly worth noticing, but to me, it could mean survival, it could mean no more hunger – at least for a while.

With trembling hands, I reached out and snatched the loaf, stuffing it into the folds of my cloak before anyone could notice. But as I turned to slip away, I heard the angry shouts of the merchant behind me.

"Stop! Thief!" the stall owner bellowed, his voice carrying across the square like a thunderclap. "Catch that elf! She's stolen from me!"

In an instant, the bustling marketplace erupted into chaos as people turned to stare, their eyes ablaze with suspicion and anger. The air crackled with tension as I darted between startled onlookers, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sprinted for the safety of the shadows.

Panic surged through me as I weaved through the crowd in a desperate bid to escape. I knew I couldn't outrun them forever, but I had to try.

My heart raced with fear and adrenaline as I ducked into a narrow alleyway, hoping to lose my pursuer in the labyrinth of shadows. I collided with someone—hard.

I stumbled back, barely managing to keep my balance, and found myself face to face with a stranger. He was tall and handsome, brown hair framing his face, a lute hanging over his shoulders, and with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. But before I could respond, he glanced over my shoulder and his expression changed as he realized, from the shouting that was following me, I was being chased. As he grabbed my arm, I thought that’s it, no escaping, he is gonna turn me over to those people chasing after me.

"Quick, this way!" he said and to my surprise, he started pulling me towards a nearby alley. Without hesitation, I followed, trusting this stranger more than I probably should have. But in that moment, he was my only hope of escape.

In the dimly lit alley, the sounds of the marketplace faded into the background as him and I pressed ourselves against the rough stone walls, hidden from view. My heart pounded in my chest, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I tried to catch my breath.

"Thank you," I managed to gasp out, my voice barely above a whisper.

He flashed me a reassuring smile, his eyes bright with excitement.

"No need to thank me, my dear. Just doing my good deed for the day," he replied with a wink.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement at his playful demeanor.

"Here," he said, swiftly shrugging off his long, burgundy leather coat and extending it towards me.

"Take this. It'll help to give you a new look."

Gratefully, I accepted the coat, the supple leather warm beneath my trembling fingers. As I slipped it on, I felt a sense of protection wash over me, as if the garment itself was a shield against the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

But he wasn't finished yet. With a gentle touch, he reached up and pulled my hairpin out of my messy bun so it fell down on my shoulders, the loose strands cascading over my ears and obscuring them from view.

"There," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"That should do the trick."

As we waited in tense silence, I stole a glance at him, taking in the lines of his face and the warmth in his eyes. Despite our chance encounter, there was something about him that made me feel strangely at ease, as if I could trust him in a way I couldn't trust anyone else.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

"YN," I replied softly, meeting his gaze with a hint of uncertainty.

He smiled warmly, as if my name held some sort of significance to him.

"Well, YN, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Jaskier and I must say, you certainly know how to make an entrance," he remarked, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his lighthearted comment, the tension from earlier dissipating a tiny bit.

After what felt like an eternity, the sounds of pursuit faded into the distance, leaving behind only the quiet hum of the city. With a sigh of relief, he turned to me.

"I think it's safe now," he said, his voice soft but firm.

"But we should be cautious. Who knows when they might come looking for you again." He motioned for me to follow as he led me through a maze of narrow alleys and hidden passageways, his steps confident and sure.

Despite the circumstances that had brought us together, I couldn't shake the feeling that this chance encounter was the beginning of something unexpected. And as we walked through the shadowy alleyways, I found myself strangely reluctant to part ways with this stranger who had come to my rescue.

As we walked side by side through the winding streets dusk settled over the city, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. Jaskier led me to a quaint tavern on the outskirts of Novigrad. The warm glow of candlelight bathed the interior in a soft, inviting light and the tavern was alive with the sounds of merry laughter and lively conversation as we settled into a secluded corner booth.

"So," he began, his voice soft and tentative.

"What happened back there? Why were those people chasing you?"

I hesitated for a moment, my gaze dropping to the table as I wrestled with the memories of my recent ordeal. But something in Jaskier's kind eyes urged me to speak, to trust him with the truth.

"I... I stole," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, and I could feel my cheeks turn bright red.

"A loaf of bread, from a market stall. I know it was wrong, but... I was desperate."

And with that, the words spilled forth like water from a broken dam, my voice trembling with emotion as I recounted the circumstances that had led me to this point: the loss of my parents, the constant struggle to make ends meet in a city that hated elves with a passion and offered little but hardship and heartache.

"I... I want to leave," I continued, my voice choked with tears.

"I would like to go to Dol Blathanna. But... I don't have the means to do so. Not yet."

Jaskier listened in silence.

"Then let us make a plan," he said with a warm smile playing on his lips.

Jaskier's offer of help was more than I could have ever hoped for, but I couldn't help feeling guilty for burdening him with my troubles.

"I appreciate your kindness more than you know," I began, my voice barely above a whisper as I met Jaskier's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension.

"But I don't want to cause you any more trouble than I already have."

Jaskier reached across the table, his hand resting gently on mine, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're not causing me trouble, YN," he insisted, his voice soft but firm.

"And I kind of have a habit of helping elves in need," he said with a heartwarming smile.

I wanted to say something but before I could protest further, Jaskier signaled to the server, ordering a hearty meal for the both of us.

As we waited for our meal to arrive, Jaskier regaled me with tales of his travels, his words weaving a tapestry of adventure and intrigue that captured my imagination.

"I have a plan," he said, turning his voice into a whisper in the middle of a story, his voice barely above a murmur.

"I'm only staying here for the night, but after my performance at this tavern, I'll be heading off to another town. And if you would like, I'd be more than happy to take you with me."

His words took me by surprise, filling me with a sense of hope and possibility that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of optimism and excitement for the future.

"Really?" I asked, unable to conceal the hope in my voice as I met Jaskier's gaze with wide eyes.

He nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Really," he confirmed, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I reached out to grasp Jaskier's hand, overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity he had shown me.

"Thank you," I whispered as we sat together in the warmth of the tavern, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight and the comforting hum of conversation. I knew that my life was about to change in ways I could never have imagined.

Not long after finishing our meal, Jaskier took center stage, his fingers dancing across the strings of his lute as he launched into a lively melody that filled the room with music.

I watched from our hidden corner table, my eyes glued to Jaskier as he performed with a passion and energy that was contagious. It was as if he was pouring his heart and soul into every note, his music weaving a tapestry of emotion that spoke to the depths of my soul.

As the last strains of music faded into the night, Jaskier descended from the stage to thunderous applause, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he made his way back to where I was sitting.

"That was amazing," I whispered, my voice filled with awe as I met Jaskier's gaze with admiration.

He grinned, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Let's celebrate with some drinks," he suggested, his voice lighthearted and carefree.

And so, we sat together in the warmth of the tavern, sharing stories and laughter over our drinks.

As the evening wore on, our conversation turned to more personal matters, and I found myself opening up to Jaskier in a way I hadn't with anyone else. I shared stories of my childhood, of the struggles I had faced since my parents' death, and of my dreams of finding a place where I could finally belong.

To my surprise, Jaskier listened with rapt attention, his expression filled with empathy and understanding. He offered words of comfort and encouragement. There was a kindness in his eyes and a warmth in his smile that made me feel safe and understood in a way I hadn't felt in a long time.

As the night grew later, the tavern began to empty, leaving only a handful of patrons scattered throughout the dimly lit space. Jaskier turned to me with a solemn expression.

"It's getting late," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

"We should get some sleep so we can leave before dawn." I just nodded in agreement.

Jaskier led me through the dimly lit corridors of the tavern to his room, which was tucked away at the back of the building. As we stepped inside, the cozy warmth from the fireplace enveloped us like a tight hug.

"I hope you don’t mind if we share a bed," Jaskier said, his voice gentle as he gestured towards the large, inviting bed tucked against the wall of his room. The flickering light from the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, lending an air of warmth and intimacy to the space.

I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks at the intimacy of the suggestion, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. Despite my hesitation, I couldn't deny the pull of his presence, the comforting warmth of his smile as he waited for my response.

"No, not at all," I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart hammered in my chest as I met Jaskier's gaze, my cheeks burning with embarrassment at the admission. But beneath the blush, there was a sense of excitement, a thrill at the prospect of being so close to him.

Without another word, we settled into bed, the warmth of Jaskier's body pressed close against mine.

In the darkness, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a reassurance that despite the uncertainties of the road ahead, I was not alone. Jaskier's presence wrapped around me like a protective cloak, shielding me from the fears and doubts that threatened to consume me.

As we lay together in the quiet of the night, a gentle warmth spread through my veins, filling me with a sense of contentment I hadn't felt in a long time. The soft sound of his breathing mingled with the crackling of the fire, a soothing melody that lulled me into a state of blissful tranquility.

And then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, our lips met in a tender kiss. It started with a hesitant brush of our hands, a tentative exploration of each other's warmth. But as the moments passed, our lips met and the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate.

One of his hands came up to cup my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he pulled me closer, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that took my breath away. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a timeless embrace.

Every touch, every caress, ignited a fire within me, a burning desire that consumed my senses and left me craving more. Our kisses grew more fervent, more desperate, as if trying to convey all the emotions we had been too afraid to voice aloud.

And as we finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed with desire, I knew that this was only the beginning—a promise of all the passion and intensity that lay ahead, waiting to be explored.

As I lay in his arms, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope ignite within me—a hope that whispered of new beginnings and endless possibilities, a hope that with Jaskier by my side, anything was possible.

[velvetcloxds]

in love with you- send me a character and an au scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Can I request a Rockstar!Geralt au 🎸 where Geralt is in a rock/heavy metal band with the rest of the witchers, and the reader’s best friend Jaskier plays matchmaker for you and Geralt, when he finds out that you have a crush on him, please? Thank you!

THE WITCHERS | GERALT OF RIVIA

word count: 1.2k

warnings: I mention him swearing but don't actually show it aside for the gif- I enjoyed writing this so much you have no idea

"Move," you groaned, far beyond being friendly as yet another crazed, beyond wild fan attempted to push you out of the way, security was busy at the front of the hall, close to where it led into the backstage area where some of the band members were humoring the fans by waving at them.

You were just barely keeping your sanity as you tried to push through with the bag of takeaway Jaskier had asked you to pick up and bring to the back entrance before the show, the back, which he had conveniently forgotten to mention would be packed with screaming and shoving girls, and boys, and everyone in between, to be fair it was expected, but usually he'd have someone wait at the door to escort you, today you weren't so lucky.

"Get off," you nearly shouted, disbelieved as someone pushed you right into the wall, paying no mind to the pain the action might cause as they held you there, hand scraping the bare brick wall and earning a hiss from your frowning lips as you realized it tore some skin. You were going unnoticed by everyone, you were sure if Lambert took a moment to stop flirting with the girl in front of him he'd have the perfect view of you, but alas, you got lost among the other faces, drowned out by the other voices.

So you started shoving back, acting with the same yet very differently intentioned urgency to shove your way to the front, ignoring every rude comment or recoil until you were almost at the front, pausing only when you realized who was responsible for your lack of escort.

Geralt was standing on the top of the three steps that led into his dressing room, three guards perched in front of him, trying hopelessly to keep people from pushing up the line, everyone fighting for a quick touch, a wave, hell even a passing glance would drive them to unconsciousness. He wasn't doing anything, really, not that he had to, just leaning back against the very wall you'd hurt your hand on, looking down at everyone through his lashes, golden eyes doing nothing to keep them calm as he hid an amused smirk. It was teasing really, seeing how much he could get from them without doing anything at all as he held one hand on his knee with a foot perched against the wall and the other combing through already messy white strands, driving them mad, driving you mad.

"Hey, white wolf!" your voice broke through clearly now, clearer than you'd thought it would, the man in question searching for your eyes instantly, only you knew the little self-proclaimed nicknames Jaskier had given the band members, only you spent enough time with the lot of them to call it out so casually. You smiled, admittedly shyly when he found you, his smirk deepening slightly when you held up your arm to show him the bag in your hands. "You're welcome," you mouthed, no need to shout now that he held you in his gaze, no need to hear it to know he grunted in reply.

As if you'd not endured enough, he paid witness to you once again being guided around by the stream of people, an elbow to the side and a hip trust from the other making you stumble enough to drop the goods, your groan far too dramatic as you bent down to retrieve it in the little space you had. You briefly heard his voice, briefly because as soon as he spoke it egged on a choir of cheers and roars, the excitement only aiding your struggle as you stumbled to the ground and you huffed out a sigh, looking up and around you in defeat. You had no idea why the roaring got even louder until a familiar face appeared in front of you, guards circling the pair of you to make some room.

"You okay?" he demanded, it was loud, a shout that sounded like a whisper due to your surroundings, you managed a nod, vividly aware of the burning glares you received as he grabbed your waist to guide you from the floor, a breach in the circle pushing you taut against his chest. He swore under his breath, shaking his head, rolling his eyes, the full Geralt trifecta as he took the bag into his hand, other hand entwining with yours before he roughly led you to the front. "You should have texted one of us before coming through," he reprimanded lightly once you were safe behind a gate of guards, hand still in his, breath still caught in your throat as he made no effort to put some space between you.

"Jaskier said it was clean back here," you sighed, the guilty party sitting on a chair behind you, not at all bothered by the ordeal you just faced as he looked from you and Geralt's entwined hands to your face with a tooth-rotting smirk and like a bolt of lightning striking through your senses you realized what was going on in that stupid rockstar head of his.

"Jaskier, is an idiot," he grunted and you breathed a laugh, nodding in agreement as you looked down at your other hand, drops of blood tracing your knuckles. Geralt had handed the bag to Lambert in the process, the only thing more important to him than scoring a girl to take to his hotel after the show was food, a bag full of it as he disappeared into the dressing room. "The beasts wounded you," the blonde at your side noted, not even hesitating before taking that hand in his as well, thumb brushing just under the small scrapes as you shrugged.

"Well, I had no witchers to protect me," you quipped in a soft tone, shy, not because he was this big famous rockstar everyone loved, but because he was this big brooding softie that made your knees weak without even trying.

"I see," he was grunting again, a new record, you noted in your head, but it was softer, lighter, more of a caring sound than what he usually used it for. "I think I'll have to keep you at my side for the rest of the night," he offered and you were burning, inside out as the heat rushed to your cheeks because the offer wasn't at all as innocent as he made it out to be, eyes darkened under the hanging lightbulb as he looked at you. "For your safety," he explained and added a shrug, faux sincerity and you rolled your eyes, really just needing to break eye contact.

"Very noble of you."

"Oh, I am all for nobility," and he was leading you away, already going straight for the first aid kit to dress your wounds, making sure you were in fact as close to his side as possible, absolutely devouring the way you melted into him so delicately, so perfectly and he was already thinking of ways to keep you at his side long after tonight.

[storiesforallfandoms]

destiny ~ geralt of rivia;the witcher

word count: 1749

request?: no

description: after a long, rough journey, the princess feels safe enough to sleep, so her mage talks with the witcher

pairing: geralt of rivia x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was a long, tiring journey to bring Princess Ciri to find her destiny; the Witcher. The poor girl, only a child, had seen far more than anyone her age should ever see. Her grandmother had been smart enough to send a Mage with her at least, but there was only so much one Mage could do against the threats they had faced. When they had finally found him, stood alone after his own battle, and Ciri ran to embrace him, (Y/N) sighed in relief and finally allowed her body to relax.

They set up camp for the night. Geralt promised them he would find them somewhere with an actual bed for the next night, but Ciri could care less about where she was sleeping. (Y/N) knew she felt relieved, too. And finally the young princess could sleep knowing that she was safe.

Ciri was sound asleep next to a fire (Y/N) had built to keep her warm. The Mage was sat against a tree nearby, just watching. Knowing that Ciri was safe, that she felt safe enough to finally let her guard down, gave (Y/N) such a sense of relief that she felt like she could finally breathe again.

“You should be sleeping as well.”

(Y/N) looked up to see Geralt stood over her. She was surprised a man of his size was able to move so silently, but then again it was probably a skill he had to pick up as a Witcher.

“I would imagine you are just as exhausted as she,” he said.

“I am,” (YN) confirmed. “But not so exhausted that my body wishes to rest just yet. I guess it hasn’t realized yet that there is no threat anymore.”

“There are still plenty of threats.”

She shook her head. “Not tonight. Tonight, she rests soundly, and she is safe.”

Geralt looked over at the sleeping girl. For years he had been trying to deny Ciri. He didn’t believe in destiny, and he was the last person who should be looking after a child. But now that she was here, unharmed and at peace, he couldn’t deny that he felt relief as well. There were still plenty of threats out there, that much was still true, but he decided to agree with (Y/N) just this once. Tonight, they were all safe.

Geralt sat across from her. “You did well in protecting her. She likely wouldn’t have made it this far on her own.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” (Y/N) admitted. “I promised her grandmother that nothing would happen to her, and I am not one to break a promise.”

“I was unaware that Queen Calanthe had a Mage in her kingdom.”

“I’m not a royal Mage. Just an old friend that she asked a favor of.”

“A very good friend to risk your life.”

(Y/N) smiled and shrugged. “I have known Ciri since birth, and her mother before her. I would do anything to keep that girl safe.”

She was gazing at Ciri again. Geralt noticed the look on her face. “Do you have children of your own?”

“Oh, Gods no. Those are very uncommon in my line of work.”

“No lover either, then?”

She chuckled. “Also very uncommon. It’s hard to let yourself fall in love when you are immortal.”

Geralt wasn’t sure why he even asked. It felt like the logical next question after asking if she had children, but Geralt cared very little if she had said yes to having a lover. Or, so he thought anyways.

(Y/N) looked back to him, a sly grin on her face. “Queen Calnthe told me about your ties to Ciri.”

Geralt grunted. “I’m sure she did.”

“She could hardly tell the story without a string of profanities.” (Y/N) giggled. “No one has ever made the queen more angry than Geralt of Rivia.”

Geralt found himself smiling as well.

“Well,” (Y/N) said, tilting her head a little. “Would you look at that.”

“What?” he asked.

“The Witcher smiles. And he looks quiet handsome doing so.”

(Y/N) was nothing if not forward. One does not live for many decades and not become bold and forward. She felt a little delight when she saw a brief look of shock on Geralt’s face. She certainly wasn’t lying, though. Anyone with eyes could see that Geralt was good looking. She was sure he was able to use that to his advantage as well.

Silence fell over them. The only sounds were the wildlife around them and the crackling fire. Both of them turned to check on Ciri at the same time, as if some sort of instinct kicked in for them both. (Y/N) took Geralt’s distraction as an opportunity to really study him. She had seen a look in his eyes when Ciri had run to him earlier, but it was so brief that she couldn’t place it at the time. He had been wearing his tough guy mask since, except for this moment. As he gazed at Ciri, (Y/N) could see two emotions on his face: relief and worry.

“The queen also told me,” (Y/N) said, drawing Geralt’s attention back to her, “that you weren’t going to claim Cirilla at first. She said you called Law of Surprise without truly believing in it.”

Geralt grunted. “All that bullshit about destiny. I didn’t believe any of it. I called Law of Surprise because they insisted on something for me saving Urcheon’s life. I didn’t actually believe I would get anything.”

“And yet...” (Y/N) glanced towards the sleeping princess.

He nodded. “I didn’t want a child by any means. This is not a life for a child. If destiny is real, it has played a cruel trick on her.”

“Or it has given her a father that she so dearly needed after her own passed.”

“And a mother?”

(Y/N) smiled. She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t thought about the next step after Ciri was united with Geralt. Truthfully, she didn’t want to think about it. The thought of being separated from Ciri hurt too much, but she didn’t expect Geralt to want her to travel with them. He had been travelling alone for so many years that she was sure it would take time for him to get used to Ciri being with him, let alone if (Y/N) joined as well. She felt full of joy hearing Geralt insinuate that he wanted her to continue travelling with them as well. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Ciri just yet, or to Geralt for that matter.

“What a family we’d be,” she laughed. “A Witcher, a Mage, and a princess. Sounds like the beginning of a terrible joke.”

Geralt chuckled as well. (Y/N)’s smile broke as she let out a yawn.

“You should get some sleep,” Geralt told her.

“As should you.”

“I will.”

(Y/N) nodded. She wasn’t in any position to argue with him over whether or not he was actually going to sleep. She could feel herself finally being bogged down by her fatigue and knew it wouldn’t be long until she gave in completely.

Geralt’s eyes followed her as she moved to her knees. Instead of rising, she leaned towards him to close the gap between them. She lightly pressed her lips to his cheek, leaving a gentle kiss there before pulling away. He tried to keep his face unchanged as she sat back to look at him.

“Goodnight, Geralt.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

~~~~~~

The sun was high in the sky when (Y/N) woke the next day. The fire had gone out and the heat was instead replaced by the scorching sun. (Y/N) blinked a few times, trying to get her eyes used to the brightness of day. When she finally managed to clear her vision, she noticed she was alone at the camp.

She quickly sat up and looked around. There was barely any signs that anyone else had ever been here. Just the kindle left over from the fire she had lit for Ciri. She felt herself beginning to panic. Had they left her? Had someone taken Ciri and Geralt went after them? Had Geralt changed his mind about having her join them?

She was getting to her feet when she heard the sound of horse hooves against the ground. A horse broke through the clearing in a fast trot before coming to a stop. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when Ciri jumped down from the back of the horse.

“Good morning,” the young princess said, walking up to wrap her arms around (Y/N). The Mage was taken back by the gesture at first, but then happily hugged Ciri back.

“More like good afternoon,” Geralt commented, jumping down from his horse as well. “You’ve been asleep for hours. We went on to find food without you.”

“Forgive me for being tired,” (Y/N) said, playfully glaring at Geralt. To Ciri, she asked, “Did you sleep well, princess?”

“The best I’ve slept since we left Cintra,” Ciri admitted.

(Y/N) smiled and cupped her face. “You are safe now, princess. The Witcher and I will look after you and make sure no one will cause you any harm.”

Ciri looked between (Y/N) and Geralt, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “You’ll be staying with us?”

“Of course. I’ve come too far in this journey to let you go on without me. Although, I will need something to eat in order to continue on.”

She eyed Geralt. He chuckled and said, “Alright then, let’s find you something to eat as well.”

They went on foot with Geralt leading his horse behind him. Ciri was between the two of them, protected by her Mage and her Witcher.

“I was thinking,” Geralt said after some time of walking, “about our discussion last night. About destiny.”

(Y/N) looked over at him. “Yes?”

“Maybe there is such thing as destiny, and maybe it isn’t as bad as I once thought.”

“And what brought you to that conclusion?”

“Ciri was meant to be my destiny, but she wasn’t the only good thing that destiny brought to me.”

He looked directly at her when he spoke. She felt her heart flutter in her chest. She had no good response, so she just kept walking, a smile on her face.

She would have to thank destiny for bringing her to Geralt as well.

[intricate-oeuvre]

On how to be deadly || Geralt of Rivia || part X

Word count: 2.8k+

Summary: Axelia is Witcher experiment herself and has gone through same harsh Trials as Geralt, but she wasn’t so lucky with the outcome. Her vision didn’t become better. Therefore, she was rendered blind in the end. And because of that, she solely uses her Witcher senses to make her ways. Only potions can give her false sense of sight for limited time.Somewhere along the way she meets the Rivian. Who’s interested to know how she’s been killing monsters and hasn’t been killed herself yet.

Warnings: BLOOD, angst as per usual, nakedness, bad grammar

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part I || part II || part III || part IV || part V || part VI || part VII || part VIII || part IX || part X || part XI || part XII || part XIII | Epilogue

Axelia felt weak. Every single part of her body ached. Like her limbs had been filled with lead, heavy and unmovable. She was hot, probably an after effect of fever. Before letting her eyes flutter open, she let out a deep breath through her nose. She heard shuffling around her. Fabric dragging along the floor-boards and high heels clacking against them. Someone was in there with her, someone with a dress, most likely. Then she smelled dozens of herbs and scents she wasn’t entirely familiar with. Candles lit around the room. She could smell them, hear them and feel the heat radiating from them. There was still a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. From Black Blood potion.

Axelia slowly opened her eyes and scanned the room. Her witcher senses felt dull at the moment and she really couldn’t understand where she was in. It was a room, she could make out all four walls, doors on the left side corner and that was it. She couldn’t tell anything else about the room. And that made her slightly panic. Also the chattering voices coming from somewhere below her didn’t ease the nerves.

“Where am I?” Axelia asked, immediately regretting it, because it felt like sandpaper was being dragged somewhere in her throat.

“You’re awake.” Voice stated. Axelia’s eyebrows furrowed at the sound. She tilted her head slightly, listening to all the little noises and fine-tuning her senses.

Lilac and gooseberries. Handful of them.

“Yennefer.” Axelia whispered and tried to sit up.

“I would advise against it.” Yennefer stated upon hearing hiss from she-witcher. Axelia listened and didn’t move any longer.

“Why am I alive?” Axelia asked, her voice still croaky. Yennefer picked up a cup of water and holding it in her outstretched hand waited for Axelia to take it. Sorceress knew she could see, in her own way of course, but she was sure Axelia could perceive things pretty clearly.

Axelia rose her eyebrow at her, suspicious of her kindness.

“It’s just water.” Yennefer assured flatly. Axelia slowly reached for the cup, her hand trembling a little, still stiff from all the beating she had endured.

“You’re his soulmate.” Yennefer took her in. All the details about her.

Her white long hair, that was still half dirty. Her high-arched dark eyebrows that framed her milky eyes that shone like two marbles, outlined by long and dark lashes that fluttered against her high cheekbones whenever she blinked. Her pointy nose and the cupids bow that graced her upper lip in a company of plump lower lip. Her slim, yet fit and trained body that was hidden under her fabric bralette that was soaked with dried blood and her dark pants that were ripped in several places. Axelia’s long, sharp, claw-like nails that were tainted in fleshy tone to make them seamlessly blend with her fingers, making them look even longer. And couple of rings adorned those digits. Yennefer noticed the wolf medallion around her neck signifying her affiliation with Kaer Morhen. Her skin was pale, similar to Geralt’s, but at the moment covered in cleaned cuts and stiches, some dried dirt and blood covering other patches. Momentarily Yennefer wondered how she would look if she wasn’t a witcher. What was her hair like? What eyes did she have? Any freckles and/or birth marks?

“You’re the love of his life.” Axelia said, letting the hand with cup in it, rest on her lower stomach.

“I suppose you are the one who stitched me up.” Axelia glanced down at herself.

“That I did.” Yennefer stood by the end of Axelia’s bed.

“Thank you.” Axelia hummed, her nail tapping against the cup, her ears catching the sound of metal because of it.

“How does it feel to run into him all the time?” Yennefer asked. Axelia could feel that this was the only subject that sorceress wanted to talk about.

“How does it feel that he loves you and does not love me?” Axelia bit back, not wanting to really dwell on the subject. Her chin raised towards the sorceress, her try of making herself look indifferent of her own statement.

“Loves me?” Yennefer barked out a laugh, her eyes sliding around the room as her hands dug in her hips.

“He anything but run to you.” Yennefer said, her purple eyes burning at Axelia.

Putting the cup on the small table that Axelia had felt besides the bed, she sat higher up in the bed, letting her back rest against the high bed frame. Letting out a grunt of pain and flinching at her own moves. Her hand rested on her bandaged side as she sighed and tilted her head to the side. Allowing her porcelain eyes flicker up at Yennefer.

“You made him choose, didn’t you?” Axelia stated, her eyes running along the expensive dress with it’s intricate design.

“What else should have I done?” Yennefer asked, slightly irritated.

That’s why the old lady said: you choose the love of your life.

“And what did he tell you, pry tell.” Axelia hummed twirling her thumb around her fourth finger and then running in along the underside of her rings. Something she had picked up from Jaskier.

“He went after you, didn’t he?” Yennefer said with distaste again.

“It’s a soulmates thing, I do too run after him. Without knowing it.” Axelia explained.

“Oh, no. He specifically asked where you were. That was intentional.” Yennefer continued. Axelia’s eyebrows shot up. He came after her? Why?

There was a soft knock on the door and Ciri’s head appeared in the doors.

“You’re awake.” She beamed, happy to see Axelia alive and breathing.

“Indeed.” Axelia nodded, sending a small smile towards girl.

“I’ll be right back.” Ciri mumbled, her eyes sliding to Yennefer, feeling tension in the room.

“Do you love him?” Yennefer turned back to Axelia when the door closed.

“I would think so, yes.” Axelia said in a whisper, her tone soft as if she was remembering better times, fingers of her right hand resting against her lips. She couldn’t lie to herself. It was pointless. Exhausting even. She would always choose him. In million different worlds, in thousands of lifetimes, in hundreds of realities, she would always choose him, no matter what. Her stupid broken heart still waited and hoped for him to come back and mend her soul.

“Tragic.” Yennefer looked down, picking invisible dust off of her dress. After a moment, Ciri walked back in, this time Jaskier hot on her heels.

“Oh, thank the Lords, you’re alive!” Jaskier clapped his hands together.

Axelia smiled at him fondly, her right hand absentmindedly stretching to her side, Ciri’s eyes following her movement towards a dark shirt that was draped across the back of the chair. Ciri scurried to it and handed to Axelia, who only putted it across her front, shielding her bruised skin and bralette, and tucking it under her chin. Familiar scent hit her nose. With a discreet glance at it, she realized it was not hers but Geralt’s shirt.

“Jaskier, hello.” Axelia answered him, extending her left hand towards and wiggling her fingers at him. He smiled at her and reached for her hand, planting a soft kiss on her knuckles as he sank on the bed, besides her legs.

“How are you feeling?” Jaskier asked, his eyes flicking across her face, catching on every single bruise and cut that littered her features. With roll of her eyes, Yennefer sat on one of the chairs.

“I killed the monsters, didn’t I?” Axelia hummed, revealing a row of teeth as she grinned at the bard.

“You mean when Geralt brought your seemingly lifeless body here?” Jaskier leaned forward.

“Was it that bad?” Axelia chuckled, she didn’t remember a thing. She let out a small hum, her mind drifting to Geralt. What was he up to?

“He’s brooding somewhere.” Jaskier answered as if he read her mind.

“He’s kind of angry.” Ciri chirped in.

“Oh, yeah. Went with all that how could she be so stupid thing, you know, the usual.” Jaskier grinned at she-witcher.

“I don’t blame him.” Axelia whispered, her eyes sliding across the room as she heard the local girls from inn bringing up the hot water for a bath.

“You need a bath, missy.” Jaskier explained, turning her arm in his hand and rubbing at the dried dirt on her forearm.

“Bath sounds nice.” Axelia smiled up at him, feeling that whole hot bath thing was his doing.

“Thank you.” She said quietly to him, squeezing his hand in her palm in appreciative gesture.

“Of course. We’ll leave you to it.” Jaskier let go of her hand and raised one eyebrow at her, as she sat up straight and let out a huff.

“Need someone to accompany you?” he said, breaking into a grin in the end. She looked at him, her eyes big.

“Jaskier!” she hissed at him and playfully swatted his arm. He and his dumb innuendos. He laughed and helped her to stand.

“What?” He laughed making sure she won’t fall.

“Nothing, you absolute idiot.” Axelia chuckled fondly and let go of him, keeping one hand on the bed, to keep herself upright and the other still holding shirt in front of her chest.

“Glad that you’re alright.” Jaskier mumbled at her and with look at Ciri and Yennefer, left the room.

“I’ll see you later? I have so many questions.” Ciri seemed ecstatic. Axelia smiled at her, knowing that the girl wanted to know and learn more about her being a female witcher.

“Of course. I’ll send someone to fetch for you later.” Axelia patted her shoulder, her long fingers skimming down girl’s arm, because she was drawn in by a familiar fabric, that was tied around Ciri’s upper arm now.

“I told you to-” Axelia started with the furrow of her brows.

“I know. He didn’t take it. You said that he hated it.” Ciri was quick to explain. Axelia let out a soft hum at that and let her gaze drop to the floor as Ciri left the room.

“Well, then…” Yennefer stood up with a sigh. Axelia continued to stare at the floor boards, for a moment only hearing Yennefer grabbing something from the top of the dresser. Something made out of metal. Axelia’s eyes shoot up and looked at sorceress. Yennefer walked closer to Axelia, her eyes still cold and red-painted lips pulled up in dissatisfaction. She grabbed Axelia’s hand that was keeping her straight against the bed and putted the metal object in she-witcher’s palm.

“For bandages.” Yennefer leaned in to whisper in her ear. Axelia’s long fingers wrapped around the cold scissors. With one jealous and scrutinizing look at Axelia, Yennefer left the room, leaving Axelia all alone. Finally.

With a exhale she putted the shirt on the bed. Her eyes drifting to the scissors in her hand. With furrowed brows she turned them around in her hand and then with stumbles made her way to the bath that was hidden behind thick woollen drapes somewhere in the back of the room. She followed her nose and looked at all the vials and bowls that contained dozens of different scents, herbs, salts and oils. She held scissors close to her chests as her other hand slid across the soft towel. She put it closer to the bath. Then with nimble wingers she tried to get off her pants, but since it was impossible without ripping her stitches, she literally cut her pants off of herself. The she reached and untied her bralette, letting it join the cut-up pants on the ground. Axelia run her fingers along the bandages around her stomach. Her nails gently scraping against it, trying to find where Yennefer had tucked the loose end of it. Not being able to find it, she took the scissors and cut it open on the untouched side. Then peeling off it with small hiss, she threw the metal clippers and old bandages somewhere on the table, landing them near the end closer to the tub. Now standing all naked as the day she was born, except for the wolf medallion sitting snuggly in a necklace between the valley of her breasts, she glanced at the vials again. Letting her nose guide her, she picked her favourites: sandalwood oil. Generously adding it to the water. Then picking up handful of rose petals, she added them to water too. Finally, her hand grabbed soap: velvet rose scented soap. Putting the ingot on the little stool that was adorned with her towel near the bath, she looked at her hands. Carefully taking off every single ring, not wanting them to tangle in her hair, she putted them all in a perfect line on the edge of the table. Before she stepped in the bath, she looked around at the flickering candle lights. With decadent steps, she stepped closer to the body of water and raised her aching bones to let herself sit in the middle of the bath. Holding herself up by the sides of the tub, she sank in the water with a hiss.

Her knuckled turned white from the force she was using to hold herself up. Tub was big enough, so that when she was sitting in the middle of it, she could still let her legs be half-outstretched in front of her. The tub was oval shaped, long yet not wide. Taking a deep lungful, she leaned back until she was submerged under the water. And she stayed fully under the water. For a moment. Her eyes flickered open, and glanced at the rose petals that slid across the surface of the water.

Her hands slid from underneath the water and her fingers wrapped around the edges of the tub, getting ready to pull herself out from underneath the liquid.

With a gasp, she quickly sat up, her hands flying to her face to push her hair back, letting it cascade entirely behind her back. Her nails slid down her neck and stopped at her collarbone.

Then she took her time to detangle and wash her hair, using rose oil to make it softer and get rid of the smell of blood and dirt in it. Then she scrubbed her skin, carefully around the bruises and stitches. Her eyes drifting along her scars that littered her whole body. Her nails picking at older scabs and ripping them away to reveal new skin beneath. When she was almost done, she heard someone enter the room. And she froze for a second. Axelia slid to the other end of the tub as her hand shot out from the water, and snatched the scissors. Pulling them under water she sank deeper in now milk white water. Only half of her head out of the water. Her white eyes that at the moment resembled the water within the bath, shone bright as she peeked across the edge of the tub. The hand that was not holding scissors, crept out of the water and gripped the edge of the bath. Just to be ready if she needed to hoist herself out. Water dripped from her nails on the ground, as she stared at the form that was backlit behind the thick drapes. Her nose couldn’t sense a lot, since it was empowered by all the smells around the tub. But when all too familiar face peeked between curtains, Axelia rolled her eyes and sighed.

“It’s you.” She mumbled, hoisting herself higher, letting her forearm rest on the side of the tub, as the other one with the scissors was pulled out, and now dangling over the edge.

Geralt rose eyebrow at her antics. With half amused hum, he walked closer, making sure that the curtain was still neatly closed. His eyes catching on all the rings that were placed in impeccably straight line, along the edge of the table. Afterwards he walked closer and took the scissors out of Axelia’s hand and putted them somewhere on the table. Then he sat at the stool, putting the towel to the side.

Axelia didn’t move for a second, but then her nose scrunched up and she pushed herself across the tub, further away from Geralt.

“I’ll ask you to leave, good sir, if you insist of smelling that ghastly.” Axelia mumbled, pointer finger raising to slide under her nose.

“Didn’t have time to bathe exactly, when I needed to make sure you were alive.” Geralt answered her jest.

“I am now. So, you can go and have your own bath.” Axelia crossed her arms over her breasts under the water. Geralt glanced at the water, that was still sending off steam in the cooler room. And then his hand rose to undo the buttons of his shirt and pull it over his head.

“I said your own bath, Geralt.” Axelia’s hands fell to her sides. She really hoped that he was joking.

“That is my bath.” Geralt smirked at her.

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Three’s (the best) company (part 2 to Jealous)

A/N: ooooooh, boy, the first part blew up – and I’m glad I’m not the only one, who’s thirsting for these two tall glasses of water. This one is the second and final part (maybe) to this request from @fanartandfanfiction and it made me take a shower because of the pure FILTH I’m about to deliver to y’all.

Remember, feedback feeds the soul and requests are always open! A quick note: This is mainly a Henry Cavill blog, BUT I’m about to expand a little, and if you got anyone you’d either want to jon Henry x reader or just have a separate lil’ thing, let me know! Also, I’m going to start making a separate masterlist of gender-neutral stories, so if you have any ideas for that, I’d love to hear them!

MASTERLIST

HENRY CAVILL MASTERLIST

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Pairings: Henry Cavill x female reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: Language, smut (18+, minors DNI PLEASE), fingering, oral (M and F receiving), p in v, anal, unprotected sex, choking, breathplay, light BDSM, Dom!Henry, Soft!Dom!Chris, double-trouble, spanking, degradation-kink, praise-kink, breeding-kink, daddy-kink, sir/master-kink, cream pies, cum-play, toy-play and probably some other shit I forgot about

Wordcount: 5.471 (not even sorry)

Part 1

Three’s (the best) company

You walked slowly to the two men, who were still whispering, and smiled at Chris, trying to ignore the weird stirring in your stomach.

“You ready?” You asked with a smile. He nodded and patted Henry on his shoulder. “Sure. I’m just going to use the bathroom first, then we’ll find the seats, okay?” You nodded and squirmed a little under his gaze, that seemed to burn into you. As soon as Chris was out of view, Henry turned to you with narrowed eyes and an unreadable expression lingering on his face.

“When I said you should go live your life, I didn’t mean find someone older than me.” He whispered, a smile on his face as several journalists passed by. You quirked your eyebrow a little and leaned your head to the side. “Well, maybe I just have daddy-issues.” He groaned. “Besides, who are you to tell me what to do or who to do? I thought you had a lapse of judgement.” “Well…” He didn’t know what to say, sighing. “You’re being a brat.” He almost pouted and you had to bite back a laugh. “Says you?” He rolled his eyes and moved until he was flush with you, reporters and cameras on you both as he leaned in. “You should be careful, Y/N. You’ve got no idea how badly I want to fucking punish you right now.” You couldn’t help the surge of heat to your core, but he moved away quickly before you had a chance to answer, and you saw Chris jog towards you both.

“Alright, baby, can you go find our seats? I just have something I need to discuss with Henry.” You weren’t much for it, but you nodded and left the two men and found your seat. You groaned as you saw the small pieces of paper with the names on them – you were going to sit next to Chris and Henry on his other side. You had kind of hoped that Henry would be next to you, but no matter.

You sat down, straightening your dress, the high slit on your thigh falling open. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at the thought of teasing Chris a little; it wouldn’t be the first time. Your last project with Chris had led to a few drunken nights and light, flirty teasing – all in good fun, of course. And now you’d been going steady with him for a few months, it would be even more fun, mostly because you knew how easily you could rile him up.

As you looked towards the entrance, you couldn’t help but bite back a moan as you saw the two men walk towards you, talking in low voices, their strides dominant and firm. It made you squirm in your seat.

“Hi, sorry it took a while. We had some stuff to talk about, we’re maybe doing a project next year.” Chris apologized as they sat down. You nodded and smiled. “No problem, really.” You smiled softly. He winked at you and faced the screen, waiting for the movie to start. “By the way, wat’s the movie about?” He asked with a grin on his lips. You rolled your eyes. “You’re an ass.” He chuckled and leaned in, kissing your cheek. Even over the loud chatter and people getting seated, you could hear Henry groan at the affection. “But I’m America’s ass, so you’re not allowed to be angry with me.” He retorted. The lights dimmed, and your director, Craig, got on stage and droned on about his vision, the work behind it and the many thanks, he had to get through before the movie started.

Chris was restless next to you and when you glanced at him, you saw his hand jerking, as if he wanted to do something while Henry was whispering in his ear. What the hell were they talking about? You leaned over to ask, but the movie started in the same moment as you opened your mouth, and you fell back against your seat with a soft groan.

30 minutes in, you were restless in your seat, a throb in your core, as you watched you and Henry on the screen – it was electric to see the two of you practically dry-humping on the motorcycle, and you felt weirdly turned on by it.

“Girl, you need to stop moving around so much.” Chris whispered in your ear. You exhaled as his lips ghosted over your earlobe. “I’m just… Uncomfortable.” You whispered back, clenching your thighs together, eyes staring unseeingly at the screen. “Well, your dress is riding up and it’s damn distracting.” He whispered, his fingers gliding over the bare skin on your thigh. You hadn’t even noticed the way your dress had gathered around your waist, the slit almost on your hip. “Sorry.” You whispered back, trying to adjust again. It helped nothing, except for your dress riding even further up. You bit your lip at the feeling of Chris’ fingertips still lingering on the bare skin, sending surges of goosebumps down your body. You felt him shift a little closer. “You need to take the edge off?” He mumbled, his fingers a little closer to your inner thigh. Your breath hitched. Here? You glanced around at the people around you, all eyes glued to the screen, and nodded once, your eyes on the screen as images flashed in front of you.

His fingers dipped, gliding sensually against your inner thigh, and you spread your legs slightly, allowing his fingers to gently stroke against the wet patch on your panties. You sighed happily as his fingers deftly moved your panties to the side, and you felt it a little strange, as if his hand was bigger than you first suspected it too be, your panties stretched over your skin. You shimmied and grabbed the side of your panties, moving them down slightly for him to grab – he quickly took them, moving them down your legs so he had free access to your wet core. He hummed happily as his fingers found your throbbing clit, a long finger stroking circles over it; you moaned under your breath as he added pressure, more than you expected him to, and you sank a little deeper in your seat to allow yourself to spread your legs further. “You’re fucking dirty, aren’t you?” he whispered. You moaned softly as he dipped a finger inside of you, curling up. You felt so full already, it was strange – you knew he had thick fingers, but this? This was new. He pumped slowly, adding another and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet at the overwhelming sensation, he provided – you were already pulsing around him, closer and closer to your edge.

“Baby, look down.” He whispered finally, his fingers moving faster now, and you followed orders, gasping loudly as not two, but fourfingers were inside of you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. You followed the fingers and saw another hand on top of Chris’, leading to a thick arm, whose owner was grinning wickedly. You almost came on the spot, as you saw Henry lead Chris’ fingers faster in and out of you, the fullness of the two men together completely soaking you. You were a panting mess as they sped up, their fingers moving faster and faster, curling upwards, hitting every sweet spot in you.

“You want to cum, love?” Henry was leaning over Chris as he spoke, clearly not at all worried if someone saw or heard him. You nodded, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as you tried to keep quiet. He looked at Chris with a raised eyebrow. “What do you think? Does she deserve it?” His words were punctuated by a particularly deep thrust in you. You groaned. “Hmm… For now, yes. Look at our good girl, keepin’ quiet for us.” He grinned. Henry found your eyes in the dark and their fingers moved fast and hard in you. “Well, then. Cum, baby girl.” You couldn’t have held it back, not even if they had refused you to do it, your core exploding with pleasure, wall throbbing and clenching around their fingers as you came hard, slick running down their hands. They both chuckled darkly as they removed their fingers, Chris licking his clean, and you panted as you got yourself seated back normally. You tried to pull your panties back, but Chris tutted at you. “Nuh-uh, you better give those here.” He held his hand out and you, your cheeks flushed, slid them down your legs and handed him them; he winked at you before he stuffed them in his pocket. “Let’s hope that doesn’t stain that pretty dress.” He said in a soft voice laced with flirt. You had to admit you were wondering the same; silk didn’t exactly help a lot wit wet stains. “Ah, let them see what we’ve done to her.” Henry chimed in with a grin.

Jesus fucking Christ.

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When the movie finally finished, you were hot, sweating and very, very aroused. Chris had constantly been teasing you, and Henry had been shooting you glances and stares all throughout the movie, which just made you squirm even more.

As you left the theater, Chris’ jacket hanging from your shoulders to hide the spot on your dress and his hand firmly on your waist, he stopped right before you reached the car, his expression unreadable. You saw Henry lingering a little away, his hand on his own car, awaiting something you didn’t know. “Babe…” His voice was silk and honey. “Yes?” His hand was burning your skin. “I have a surprise for you back at my place.” He grinned mischievously and you frowned. “Oh?” “You’re going to love it.” He opened the car door for you, and you slid inside, his hand falling on your thigh as soon as he got in as well. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Henry, the way he lingered and what happened inside the theater, would it?” He shrugged and leaned in as the car began driving. He pressed a button, and a divider slid up, separating you from the driver. He hummed and his lips met yours, softly and with a hint of lust. His lips slid over yours deliciously, his fingers already moving under your dress again as you moaned into the kiss. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He whispered against your lips. You groaned as a finger slipped inside of you, pumping languidly. You found the button on his pants, desperate to get it open, but he moved slightly away from you and out of reach. You whined against his lips, and he pulled out of you with a wicked grin.

“Patience, Y/N. You need to have your wits about you for later.” He said with a grin. “Also, that movie was pretty good. I knew you were good, but… Damn that sex-scene was something else.” You rolled your eyes, willing yourself to ignore the heat between your legs. “Remind me to get you hired for my next romantic interest, if I can get some of that.” You chuckled at him, and your fingers intertwined as the car moved through the city.

“Honey, you’re getting it at home.” “Well, I’d like it on camera.”

The car stopped in front of Chris’ home and you frowned, seeing lights on and the gate open; you turned to him, but he simply smiled, held your hand and led you inside. “Honey, we’re home!” He yelled to the seemingly empty house, and you laughed – he was being an idiot, but he was your idiot.

You didn’t expect a deep, rumbling voice to yell back.

“Bedroom, now!” you turned to him with gaping mouth. “Well, what are you waiting for? You better run, girl.” “Chris, are you sure about this?” You asked as he pushed you towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. Even though you wanted to be sure he was down for this, you couldn’t control your pussy, which was already dripping wet. He cocked an eyebrow, the dominant side coming through.

“Are you questioning me, baby?” “No, sir.” You answered before practically running up the stairs to the bedroom.

Henry was sitting stoically on the bed, his eyes trained on yours as you came inside – he nodded once to Chris, who followed behind you, and you heard him chuckle slightly before he sat down in a plush chair somewhere behind you. “Strip.” Henry’s voice was commanding and definitely didn’t leave room for talking and you turned slightly to Chris, who nodded at you. “What are you waiting for, Y/N? Strip.” You finally came to the realization that Chris wanted this, whatever the hell this was. You undid your dress, letting it fall to your feet, leaving you in only your bra; Chris was fondling your panties. Henry’s eyes were dark as he stood and began circling you.

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you, Y/N?” “I don’t…” A smack on your ass that made you gasp, rang through the room. “Don’t fucking talk back to me.” You were panting. “Yes, daddy.” You heard Chris groan happily behind you as you whispered to Henry. “You found another cock to ride, huh?” Another smack, this time hard enough to send you surging forwards, almost losing your footing. “Y-yes, daddy. I’m sorry.” “Are you? I think you like it, don’t you?” You whined as the skin of his palm connected in a hard smack on your wet folds. It was pain but in the best fucking way. “I do, daddy.” “Yeah?” You nodded and moaned as a finger dipped inside of you from behind. “Chris, want to help here?” Henry’s voice was casual, as if he was asking for a glass of water and Chris chuckled, stepping over to the two of you. “Get that bag and get plug out.” Henry ordered and Chris followed, unloading the bag next to the bed. He handed that and a bottle of lube to Henry, who stroked your back in soft strokes. “Lay down on the bed, darling.” His voice was dangerously sweet, and you nodded, finding Chris’ eyes as you laid down on your back, spreading your legs. He mouthed an I love you to you as he sat down next to you, his fingers finding your nipple, rolling and tugging at it before his mouth descended on it.

You mewled as you felt his teeth tug slightly on your nipple, squirming slightly under him, as you heard lube being splattered on something. “Are you good with this?” Henry asked softly and you nodded insistingly; how the hell could you not be okay with this? He chuckled. “Desperate whore.” He murmured and you felt a cold tip press against your puckered hole. You moaned loudly as Henry slowly, but surely, slid the plug inside of you, the stretch of it hurting slightly; Chris moved to your lips and distracting you as Henry let the butt-plug bottom out in your ass. His tongue found yours, and his hand slid from your nipple to your throat, squeezing slightly and he pulled away, eyes burning in yours. Henry groaned at the sight in front of him and you found him, your eyes blazing with lust and your pussy throbbing around nothing. He discarded his clothes quickly, a smirk playing on his lips as Chris squeezed harder around your throat, stealing the last air in you. You gasped against the feeling of his fingers on your pulse-point and your eyes rolled back in your head, as Henry dipped his face to your throbbing pussy. “You want this, you fucking slut? Me eating you out while your boyfriend chokes you?” You nodded and mewled brokenly, feeling like your entire body was light on fire. You were going to die if something didn’t happen soon. “Tsk, so impatient.” Henry chuckled and caught Chris’ eyes. “I think her mouth needs a little work, don’t you?” Chris grinned and let your throat go, a rush of air flowing back to you. “Oh, definitely.” Henry bowed down and blew air straight on your slick folds, causing you to jerk around and felt the plug move with you. Fucking hell. His hands found your hips and held you with bruising force to the mattress as Chris stripped next to you.

You almost drooled at the sight of Henry between your legs, a wicked grin on his lips, and Chris who stood next to you, cock standing big and proud from the small mound of light curls on him. “I’m not going down until you are, sweetheart.” Henry’s voice was condescending, and it made you mewl slightly, moving to the side so you could reach Chris’ cock with your mouth.

“Good girl.” Henry dipped his head again, his tongue stroking between your folds and you gasped at the same time as Chris pushed the head of his cock between your lips, forcing himself in your throat. You gagged around him as Henry fucked you with his mouth, assaulting your senses and your clit with his tongue.

The sounds of you gagging and slurping at Chris while Henry ate you out like a starving man filled the bedroom along with Chris’ moans, that ignited something in you. You tried to take him deeper, and tears welled up in your eyes as you did, feeling your orgasm inch closer for every second you were filled with him in your mouth and Henry’s tongue on your clit, his finger sliding inside of you and pumped at the same speed as his tongue danced around your clit.

You pulled away from Chris and drew a deep breath, spit connecting your mouth and his cock – he simply chuckled and grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to his cock again. “O, no, you don’t.” His voice was dangerous and he pushed inside of you again, holding your throat so you couldn’t move and began fucking your mouth hard. Henry hummed delighted as a gush of your slick came over him, your orgasm rolling over you in an instant; the feeling of Chris fucking your mouth sent you toppling over the edge, small fires burning under your skin as you came, your cries muffled by the cock in your throat. You barely had a breath left in you and you saw spots, when Chris’ hips stuttered, and he pulled away with a groan. Henry kissed your inner thigh and stood up, cock proud and dripping with precum. “That’s the last one you’re getting without asking first, darling.” He said huskily and moved to the side of you, standing next to Chris. Chris groaned. “Come on, I was just…” “Evans, if you don’t make the switch, I’m going to tie you up and make you watch.” Your eyes rolled back at the demanding tone and to your surprise, Chris followed suit; you knew he was a softer dom, but definitely not one to take orders. Henry chuckled and stroked your cheek gently.

“You don’t think I haven’t ordered him around before?” He whispered, wiping a stray tear away. You moaned as Chris plunged two fingers inside of you quickly and without warning. “You look so pretty when you’re dirty like this.” He wiped a streak of mascara off your cheek and grinned, before lining his cock up with your mouth. “Just like last time, you remember, don’t you?” You nodded eagerly and opened your mouth. Chris pumped his fingers harshly, his other hand wrapped around his hard length pleasuring himself as he watched his fingers move in and out of you. You were trying your hardest to fit Henry fully in your mouth, but he gave you no chance to adjust yourself; he held your head in place and rutted into your mouth, burying his cock in your throat deeply. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, both in pain and pleasure and Chris groaned at the end of the bed.

“Fuck it, I need to be inside of her.” He mumbled, crawling over you, his cock twitching, as he kissed along your body. Henry chuckled, still fucking your mouth, before he let his hand fall harshly on your cheek and pulling out. His fingers held a tight grip on your chin and cheeks, his eyes searing into your fucking soul. “You think you deserve it?” You nodded eagerly. “Words, Y/N.” “Please, daddy?” You pleaded, rolling your hips under Chris. “On top of him.” He ordered and you easily followed orders, Chris laying down and you straddling his thighs, his cock pressed against your dripping core. “No. Turn around.” Henry ordered and you frowned. “Oh, you want first pick, man?” Chris hands found your hips, digging fingers into the supple skin. “If you’re okay with it.” Henry questioned. Chris found your eyes and you nodded once, more than happy to get filled to the brim by them both. “Sure. It’s been a while for you, anyway.” He said with a grin, and you turned to face Henry, who grabbed your face again and held you tightly in his grip. He forced your mouth open, and he let a string of spit land on your tongue, sending your nerves into overdrive – it felt so fucking humiliating, so much toomuch, but you felt yourself grow hotter and slicker at the gesture. Chris maneuvered under you, pulling at the plug and slowly inching it out of you as Henry moved his hand to your throat.

“You’re not breathing until he’s fully inside of you, got it?” You nodded and gasped as his big hand and thick fingers tightened around you, cutting your air off; you mewled soundlessly at the feeling of the plug slowly being pulled from you and Henry’s hand on your heated skin, already questioning if you could handle waiting for Chris to be fully in your ass. He groaned as the plug fell from you with a soft pop and he hummed appreciatively, pushing the tip of his thick cock against your hole. You closed your eyes, dots already forming in your vision, as he pushed inside of you with a loud moan. It felt so fucking full, you were squirming at the sensation; it was burning, but also made you grow slicker second by second as Chris sank inside of you, finally bottoming out when you felt like you couldn’t take anymore. Henry released your throat and you coughed slightly, feeling yourself tighten around Chris’ cock. He groaned and snapped his hips slightly, causing you to moan and your breast to bounce slightly. “Fuck, you better join now, or I’ll fuck her myself.” Chris said in a strained voice. You knew that voice; that was the way he sounded when he was about to snap and loose control completely, the side of Chris you fucking loved. Henry smirked at you. “Go right ahead, I’ve got some business first.” Chris chuckled behind you and slowly moved himself out of you, before pushing back into you, hips snapping and he lost control; he roared and started to mercilessly fuck your ass, sending stars up and down your back as he did. Henry leaned in, his cock twitching impatiently. He was almost lips to lips when he finally spoke.

“You like being fucked like a good little whore, don’t you?” “Yes, daddy!” You practically screamed, bouncing on Chris’ cock. “You’ve been bad, you know.” “Daddy…” He held on to your chest, steadying you as he looked down at Chris’ cock sliding in and out of you, your dripping pussy empty and throbbing. His palm connected with your exposed clit with a hard slap, once, twice, five times before you yelled out, barely able to hold back your orgasm. “Fuck! Can I cum, daddy, please?” Henry chuckled and lined himself up with your pussy, the head of him hitting your overly sensitive clit. “Ask your master, darling.” “Sir!” Chris moaned as the preferred nickname rolled off of your tongue like a drowning man would gasp for air. “Can I cum, please, please, please…” “Stop begging, baby. Cum for me.” As his words hit your ears, Henry’s cock buried inside of you and you screamed as you exploded around the two cocks inside of you, the orgasm feeling like it would blind you. You were tight in every single extremity as you came, gasping for air, and Henry and Chris chuckled as they both bottomed out. Henry shouted a string of obscenities, and spat at your mouth again, you gasping at the feeling of it on your tongue.

You were about to split in half. They were both huge in both length and girth, and you felt like you couldn’t take it, not both of them at the same time. “Please, I can’t, not both…” You were a panting mess. Henry chuckled and slapped your cheek. “Oh, baby… You can and you fucking will.” He held you by your throat and searched the bed for his shirt – he found it and grabbed the tie, that lay next to it, before commanding Chris to hold you still. Chris held your arms as Henry wrapped his tie around your mouth, effectively gagging you with the navy-blue silk. “Now, where were we?” He said, almost mockingly, before pulling out slightly and slamming back in you. Chris followed him and soon they had found a rhythm where you were constantly filled with them, both of them dragging against your walls and stretching your holes until you felt like you were going to explode.

The sounds of their moans and grunts turned you on more than you’d ever imagined it would, and the feeling of Chri’s fingers digging into the skin on your ass, leaving crescent moons in their wake, made you feel weak at the knees. They fucked you in tandem, their rhythm never faltering until Chris roared behind you and his hand fell on your ass in a hard slap, and you felt him twitch inside of you. “Fuck, I’m going to fill your ass, and you’re going to take it, baby…” He moaned his words and your moan sounded muffled as your pussy throbbed around Henry’s thick cock. “You want him to fill you like a good little whore, darling?” he whispered darkly. He was fucking intoxicating when he was this dominant. You nodded eagerly; wanton moans stuck in your throat. Chris moaned. “Speed it up, old man, I’m not going to last.” Chris mumbled behind you and you had to swallow a giggle. “Jesus, you’re impatient.” Henry turned back to you, his thick cock dragging along your walls as he rutted deeply in and out of you. “You want me to fill your sweet little cunt as well, love?” He said, his fingers sliding over your sensitive clit. Your back arched at the feeling, drawing them both deeper and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Yes, daddies, fill me!” You finally said as Henry harshly jerked the gag from your mouth. They both buried themselves deeply in you, not caring about a rhythm to it anymore, simply chasing their own highs. You were burning, both from the stretch of the two men, but also from your impending orgasm, and you knew you would have a hard time walking tomorrow.

Chris fell over the edge first, his cock twitching in your ass right before he jolted and stilled in you; you felt the warmth spread with thick ropes of cum in your ass, and Henry roared, chasing his own and your high as well. His fingers rubbed furiously at your clit, and you were mewling, moaning at him, begging to cum. “P-please, please, daddy, please, I need to cum, please…” You were almost screaming at this point, your fingernails dragging long, red and angry scratches down Henry’s arms as he fucked you hardly. You felt Chris twitch under you, keeping inside of you and you could feel the seed leak out from you and pool around his spent cock, which sent you straight into a tailspin.

Henry finally let a final roar go. “Fucking cum, Y/N!” He pulled at your nipple harshly, and you fell over the edge, your body going rigid as you came hard; you saw white, your nerves shot to hell, as you came around him, milking him for his spend. He stuttered and stilled, spraying long, warm ropes of cum inside of you, filling you deep within. You were panting as all three of you came down, and Chris gently eased himself out of you, laying you down on your back and scooting out of bed, Henry still in you. He followed your body as you laid down, completely spent, while Chris got up and found a wet towel to clean you up.

A moment alone, Henry gently kissed you. “I know you’re with Evans, but… I made a mistake.” Chris came back before you had time to answer, and Henry pulled out. Both men went to work cleaning your spent body up, gently caressing you with the damp towels.

“C’mere.” You mumbled to them both, cuddling against Chris, while Henry spooned you from behind. “You know, I wouldn’t mind making this a permanent thing, y’know.” Chris said softly in the stillness that fell over the bedroom. You looked at him “Really?” “What?” Henry asked. “Yeah. I mean, I’d like to have a go at your pussy as well, but…” He looked at the both of you. “I know I love you, and from what he told me…” He pointed to Henry. “It seems like he’s been having a hard time letting you go.” He kissed your forehead. “And I know you, so I know you have wanted something like this for a while… Besides, I like Henry.” “Are you sure?” You asked Chris, who simply smiled and held his hand out to Henry, who shook it.

“Welcome to the family, man. Buy your own towels, I’m not wiping my face with your ass-towel.”

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Months passed in each other’s company and the tree of you had found a steady routine; it was weird how easily it came to all of you. The boys never wanted to screw each other but were more than happy watching and sharing you. You had all moved in together in Chris’ house a month back, and the life had become pretty normal, even with two giant men around you at all times.

They had become best friends and you had fallen head over heels with them both.

“Chris, babe!” You yelled at him as you struggled to zip your dress. “I need a hand!” He poked his head inside of your dressing room and smiled softly. “Gotcha.” He zipped the back of your dress before placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. “You look pretty dabber yourself.” Henry’s voice soared from downstairs.

“Loves, we need to go, or we’ll be late!” You nodded and quickly put on your shoes, following Chris down the stairs and out to the waiting car, where Henry opened the door for both of you and kissed you, before all three of you got inside.

“We sure we’re ready for this?” You asked uncertainly. The little love-bubble had been nice. Henry and Chris groaned, both of them rolling their eyes. “Y/N, we have to do it at some point in our lives.” Chris said. “And I’m so sick of pretending not to be with you.” Henry chimed in. you nodded, grabbing both of their hands and putting them in your lap.

“We better get it on when we get home.” You joked.

The car stilled near the red carpet, and you drew a deep breath, looking to the crowd of cameras and reporters. Chris opened the door and kissed your hand before getting out; you quickly looked to Henry, who smiled. “Here goes nothing.” You said before stepping out of the car, sliding straight against Chris’ side and kissed him deeply, the cameras going crazy. You grinned as you felt a hand on your ass and turned to your other love, finding his blue eyes and angling your face towards him. Henry bent down slightly and kissed you just as deeply as you had kissed Chris, and you faintly registered the flashes going off, but the crowd growing quiet. You pulled away with a wide grin, your arms around your two men, as they waved to a shocked crowd of reporters and cameras.

This was going to be fun.

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[lilith-of-rivia]

Imagine Geralt shaving your legs 🌸SMUT🌸

Word Count: 3,003

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT! 18+, please. Oral, fem receiving, sex, unprotected sex.

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia X FemaleReader

MASTER-LIST

“I felt as though we’d never make it to this blasted Inn.” You mumbled throwing your pack and bow onto the floor as you entered the room, Geralt in tow.

You flopped down onto the bed. Head resting on the feather pillow. Your back, legs, hell every inch ached. You’d been on the road for weeks. Sleeping on the hard earth. The nights we’re getting longer, and colder. Thankfully your wolf kept you warm and safe.

Your eyes opened slightly as you heard Geralt walk around the room, instead of laying next to you for the well-deserved nap you had been waiting for. He has headed for the door again.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry dove, just getting some water.”

You smiled softly and closed your eyes as the door closed behind him. The door soon opened closed again signaling he was back. You peeled your tired eyes open.

He carried the large barrel of water with ease to the tub in the corner of the room, he dumped the chilled water into the basin before hovering his hand over it. You watched the flames fall from the tips of his finger, warming the water instantly. His hands dug into his rut sack, pulling out a pack of dried herbs he dumped into the water. The beautiful aroma filled the room. He also set a box and small tin onto the table next to the bed before walking over to you.

“Geralt what are you on? We’ve been traveling for weeks don’t you just want to sleep?” You all but whined.

“I do want to sleep, but I doubt I’ll be able to with how horrible you smell.” His lips turned into a sly smirk as your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me, I know I bathe more than you do. And you’re the one who smells like onions.” His hands wrapped around your waist, hoisting you onto your feet in a quick move. Causing you to squeal slightly.

“I never said I didn’t stink too, dove. But I know how much you enjoy your baths figured I’d let you have the clean water first.” Your heart swelled at his sweetness. He may be rough and mean, but with you, he was soft and kind. Your hands gently cupped his jaw as you peppered his hairy skin with kisses while his hands worked at undressing you.

Once you were bare he guided you into the hot water. Fully submerged you let out a long sigh, your head lying back against the tub. Geralt pulled a stool to the end of the tub by your feet, placed a cloth on his legs before reaching for the box and tin.

“What are you doing love?” You questioned, eyes half-closed as you enjoy the almost scorching hot water.

“You mentioned a few times how much you wanted a straight blade to shave your legs. I bought one. Figured I’d do it for you.” Your eyes opened fully as you looked at him. He had the blade open as he gave it a quick sharpen before pulling out a bar of soap. He dipped his hands and soap into the water by your legs, before pulling your left leg completely out of the water.

“Oh Geralt, you don’t have to do this.” You mumbled as he gently started to scrub and massage your leg. Focusing on your claves, knowing those bothered you more than anything.

“I know dove, you take care of me so well on the road. I just wanted to pay you back in more than food and sex.” You giggled softly.

He gently pushed your foot down so your toes were arched to the floor, making your skin taught. You felt the cold metal of the blade slip down your skin softly. You did desperately need a shave. As did he.

“Is food and sex still going to happen even with the extra pampering?” I asked as you watched his concentrated face. His brows softened gently as he smirked, licking his lips. The blade slides down the side of your calf to your ankle. He was very efficient, nearly done with the first half of your leg.

“Of course they’ll still happen, baby.” His voice was lower than normal, hands touching your leg a little more sensually as he felt for any missed hair.

He gently placed your leg back into the tub, grabbed the other one, and repeated his actions. The room was silent, in the best way. It was a silence you could both enjoy. Apart from the fire cracking, silence. This silence was best because you know he wasn’t worried. His shoulder was relaxed, his face held concentration to shaving your legs perfectly, not a concentration for monsters. He wasn’t stressed, he looked peacefully beautiful.

“You’re staring at me, baby.” He whispered as he finished your right leg, gently sliding it back into the water handing you the bar of soap. He dipped his hands into the water gently running them up and down your now soft and silky legs. The hair never bothered him, he didn’t care what you looked like or smelled like. He couldn’t view you as anything but perfect. But he did miss the silly feeling of your legs.

“I’m just enjoying my view Geralt. Nothing wrong with that.” You quipped. He smiled, his hands leaving your legs much to your dismay.

“Why don’t you join me, love? There’s plenty of room. The water is still hot.” You bit your lip softly, looking him up and down. Undressing him with your eyes.

It had been at least a week since you’d had sex. Note that neither of you meant for it to be so long, but life on the road tended to make it harder. Especially if Geralt had a hunt. He was always too tired and so were you most nights. As soon as you both lay down it’s minutes before you’re asleep.

He stood from the stool and began undressing, a bit too slow for your liking. He started with his tunic unbuttoning it ever so slowly. Before it was finally discarded and you could see his scar-covered chest and torso. His pants clung to his thick legs as he undid those buttons.

He tutted softly at you, smirking as he watched your desperate eyes.

“Oh hush up Geralt and get in.” You snapped, eyes in a glare that made him chuckle.

“Whatever you want, princess.” Princess. I word you both hated and loved. You ran from your royal title many years prior. Meeting Geralt and the pesky bard on your travels. No one called you princess, except for Geralt. And only when he was about to fuck you ruthlessly.

He discarded his pants revealing his semi-hard cock, making your cunt pulse. He moved behind you, setting your body between his legs. His own breath of relief fanned the back of your neck. His arms wound themselves around your waist, holding you desperately close to him.

“You make me feel safe princess.” He mumbled, his hands gently squeezing you. Your hands gently stroked up and down his arms, head leaning back into him more.

“You make me feel safe Geralt.” You whispered, turning your head so you were looking at him.

His face was damp from the steam from the bath. The water was now getting dirtier. His lips curled into a smile. A smile you would pay as much money as he wanted, to see. Your finger grazed his hairy jaw as you studied his face up close. Your eyes eventually landed on his.

You stayed like that for a while, just looking at one another, fingers roaming and grazing each other’s bodies. But only to remind yourselves of each other. Your fingers danced along with his many scars across his shoulders and arms, your body now completely turned to him. Your legs around his waist, groins pressed together but in a way that just made your bodies melt. Your hands were covered in soap suds as you washed his body, taking special care of him as he had you.

“You should let me shave your face, love.” You whispered as you washed away the suds from his chest. He chuckled softly, rubbing his hairy chin into your neck making you giggle and cringe away from him slightly, not too far before he pulled you back in close to him.

“Don’t like the facial hair, princess.” He asked.

“Not that I don’t like it, but common Ger. It’s getting a bit out of control.” You said with a small laugh.

“After dinner and sex?” He asked eyebrow cocked.

Gently wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips to his, softly grinding your hips into his, causing his shaft to slip between your lips. Earning you a soft grunt.

“Sex first?” The words had barely been spoken before you were hoisted out of the water, legs wrapped around his strong waist. He effortlessly carried you to the bed. He stood back from you, eyes dancing around your body.

“Gods you are so beautiful.” He mumbled, his hands sliding up your legs, to your hips, and up your side to your breasts.

His lips peppered kisses along your jaw, to your neck, and down to your breasts. His hands continued their work, kneading and groping two of his favorite things. Your eyes fluttered shut as he admired your body, kissing and licking down your chest till he got to your left nipple. He gently kissed around the bud before engulfing your breasts into his mouth, sucking and biting it.

“Oh Geralt...” you whimpered, hands going to his damp hair, eyes closing. You could feel him smile on your breast. He got the reaction he wanted.

His lips were warm and soft as he continued kissing and nibbling your breasts and nipples. Your chest would be completely marked by the end no doubt. He continued kissing down your body to your navel, and down further to the place you wanted him most.

His hands gently spread your legs apart wider, hooked under your thighs as he knelt to the floor face level with your now glistening wet pussy. His eyes moved to your eyes as he licked his lip.

“My favorite meal if I’m honest.” He growled, kissing and nipping your inner thighs. Moving closer and closer. Your hands gripped onto the blanket below you, knowing he was about to take your breath away.

You moaned loudly as his tongue licked a stripe up your wet cunt to your clit. “F-fuck Geralt.”

He chuckled deeply as he devoured you. You couldn’t make a sound as he started, the feeling being nearly enough to tip you over the edge right there. You closed your eyes, arching your back as you whimpered small curse words trying your best to surpass the growing climax you felt in the pit of your stomach. He could tell you were getting closer, he could hear your heart beating faster and the smell of your womanhood changed when you were close. Something only he would ever notice.

“Cum for me princess.” His words of encouragement and skilled tongue were all you needed.

With a string of curse words and his name coming from your mouth with whines and pathetic moans you desperately tried to, contain not wanting others to hear, you came into his mouth. He gladly licked and swallowed what he could of your juices. Loving the sounds you made and the way you curled your fingers into his hair. He continued his licking and lapping through your climax and didn’t stop until your grip on his hair got looser.

He lifted his face, his hairy chin covered in your wetness, his eyes gleaming like two balls of fire. You were his favorite meal. He kissed his way back up your body, positioning himself between your legs. His lips met yours in a fiery, lustful kiss.

“Taste how sweet you are princess?” He asked as he pulled away slightly, your lips only centimeters apart. You blushed softly and nodded arms wrapping around his neck.

He gently lifted your legs off the bed and positioned himself below you, you could feel the tip of his cock pressing at your entrance. Geralt put his hands on your thighs and pushed them up slightly, making you arch your back giving him a better angle. Your calves rested softly on his shoulders.

He spits in his hand, running it along the length of his hardened cock before rubbing the tip along your wet folds up to your clit and back down.

“Tell me what you want, princess.” He whispered and smiled devilishly at you. He knew words were never your strength in bed. Most nights he left you struggling to even breathe let alone be able to formulate sentences.

“Geralt please.” You groaned, grinding your hips but his hands grabbed them and forced you to be still.

“Use your words for me princess, I know you can do it.” He leaned down, your legs still on his shoulders as he kissed your neck, up to your ear. He softly bit your ear lobe.

“Please princess, let me hear your voice.” His lips were so close to your ear you could hear him in your soul. You knew you had to give him what you wanted if you wanted to have him in you.

“I want you inside me Geralt, please fuck me, my love.” You whimpered into his ear. It was all he needed.

In a simple rut of his hips, his cock was deep inside you, filling you so deliciously well. Your eyes rolled back as your back arched.

You felt every inch of him, he fit inside you perfectly. You could feel every vein as he slowly began to push in and out. His own breathing was harsh and raged his grip on your thighs becoming tight, you knew he’d leave bruises. His head rested on your shoulder as he continued his slow steady thrusts. His hot breath on your neck makes the pleasure intensify. You both were having a hard time keeping it together. After a couple of minutes of him getting used to your cunt again, he began to slam his hips into you harder.

He got up on his knees, your legs still on his shoulders and he began thrusting into you with a power and force you hadn’t felt him have before. You felt his tip so deep inside you scrapping a spot so well your toes were curling and you were breathless already. Your back arched off the bed as you moan louder and louder. No longer caring if anyone heard you. This was different than the times before. The energy was alive like it never had been. You felt every inch of him up to your ears. All you could smell was him, the taste of his tongue was still on your lips, his warm hands held your shaking legs. His deep moans and groans, breathy curses of your name, were the only things you could hear. Even when your eyes closed all you could see was him. His eyes, his smile. He was intoxicating. Your hands reached for him you didn’t know what part of him you wanted, but you needed something.

He saw you reaching for him and moving your legs to the side so he could bend down. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He never stopped his thrusts. The sound of his cock slamming into your wet cunt and your moans was all he could hear. His lips met yours again as you held onto him his hands on either side of your head so he wouldn’t crush you.

“Fuck I love you.” He groaned into your mouth. Your heartbeat soared, your body shaking as you saw stars. Those three little words pushed you to the edge. The first time he ever said them.

He felt your cum spill around him, your wall contracting so hard around him it nearly push his cock out “Fucking christ-” he gasped. His lips continued their assault on your own, his tongue invaded your mouth as he tasted all of you. Every inch of you he tried to engulf, he wanted to have every part of your body imprinted in his mind forever.

“Fuckkkkkk Y/N, fuckkkkkk!” He yelled with heavy thrusts as he spilled his warm load deep inside you, mixing with your own it leaked out around him, down onto the blanket. Your hands held his shoulders tightly as you cling to him. His bodyweight now crashing down on you as he fought his own breath.

After a while, he rolled off you, but not far from you. His arm draped over your body as you both lay on your backs staring at the ceiling. Your chest rising and falling heavily.

“I love you Geralt.” You finally said once you found your voice again.

Geralt couldn’t help but chuckle at how horse your voice sounded. He rolled onto his side so he was facing you, his hand now rubbing up and down your body softly. His face was soft, content. He looked peaceful. His eyes were on your face as he studied your tiered expression. He leaned over and softly kissed you, his hand coping your face softly.

“I’m only sorry it took me so long to say it.” He mumbled into your lips. You smiled and put your hands on his cheeks. Kissing his face all over made him laugh softly. You were his kryptonite.

Both your stomachs rumble as you lay next to one another. “How about dinner?” He asked kissing your nose.

“Sounds lovely, but I may need assistance getting down the stairs.” You said with a laugh. Geralt smiled and stood grabbing your pack.

“I’d Cary you to the ends of the earth if I had to my love. Down to the tavern shouldn’t be too hard.”

[riseatlantisss]

Under His Spell

A not-so-lazy morning with the White Wolf

A/N: Geralt of Riva x female!reader, SMUT involving very sweet Geralt - 18+ content. Enjoy ! 

ao3

English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes.

The best part about going to sleep with someone you love is to wake up with them. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself completely overwhelmed by the sight of your boyfriend sprawled on the bed beside you. Right at this moment, it was hard to believe that man was a Witcher. He had rolled over on his stomach, his left arm dangling off the edge of the bed, his hair all ruffled. He was so controlled and strict about his behavior when awake, but once asleep, he was a mess. A hot adorable mess.

You could not tell the time of morning, because the summer rain clouded up the bedroom window, and the room was still dark. You decided it was certainly too early to start the day anyway and laid back down beside Geralt. He was awake now; turning towards you, he reached forward to brush your hair away from your face so he could stare in those deep intense eyes he loved so much. He took an instant without saying anything, just taking in your beauty, your sweet scent and the calm only you could provide him. His fingers trailed along you back, tracing each curve with a gentle touch, knowing every inch of your body by heart. You had been together for years, but he still could not believe he had gotten that lucky.

“Good morning,” he finally murmured with a sleepy smile.

You responded by gently kissing his lips, cuddling close to him, not ready to wake up yet. It seemed like neither of you wanted to start the day. As far as you were concerned, the sound of the summer rain against the window and the Witcher’s warmth were everything you needed. Pulling you even closer to him, Geralt kissed you again. This time, it wasn’t an innocent good-morning kiss: It was a long, fiery, demanding kiss.

“Someone woke up with naughty intentions, huh?” you chuckled.

Geralt smirked and slowly brushed his lips against your shoulder. “Should I remind you that you were the one keeping me up all night, because of the aforementioned naughty stuff?”

You giggled as you slowly let yourself sink into his arms, savoring each of his caresses, each of his kisses, which were slowly becoming sloppier, greedier. Geralt had a way of making you feel so amazing about yourself. You had struggled with confidence your whole life, but every time he looked at you, it was as if you were the most special woman on Earth. He pressed gentle kisses along your jaw, lingering when he reached your lips. No matter how many times he kissed you before, you were never prepared for the way his tongue slipped inside your mouth. There were no words to describe how much he wanted you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him know you wanted him at least just as much. You moaned against his lips, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth when he rolled his center against yours. He broke the kiss and grinded against you two, three, four times, like he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, a growl vibrating inside his chest. With one more hungry kiss to your lips, Geralt dipped his head lower, gently spreading your legs as he went. Kissing along your inner thighs, he climbed higher, adoring the whimpers coming out of your mouth as you felt your breathing becoming more and more shallow, filled with pleasure. The Witcher paused once he ran out of leg, causing your desire to grow more impatient, before letting his tongue flick over your clit, teasing it lightly and softly at first, then increasing the pressure as he gripped your thighs tighter. Your whole lower body twitched upward, and a low moan escaped your lips. You breathed his name repeatedly, begging him to keep going. You were now effectively and irrevocably under his spell. He was a Witcher all right. Geralt let his finger slip inside while his tongue continued his ministrations, moving in sync. Completely unable to hold back any longer, you let your orgasm explode like a volcano. The tips of your fingers, the inside of your knees, the top of your head; all your body parts seemed to be melting with a blinding, intense heat. Was that another Witcher power? You wondered, as he gave you another soft kiss to your inner thigh before moving up until he laid beside you.

« I love you » you murmured with a weak voice. It caused his heart to jump in his chest. He would never be tired of hearing that. It almost scared him, how much he cared for you. It made him vulnerable, compromised his priorities. After all, he was a Witcher. A beastslayer. An insult to human laws, as he was told his whole life. Then how come with you he felt so … human? So secure? As scared and confused as he was, there was not a single part of him that regretted loving you.

« You really are beautiful », he murmured back, cradling the side of your face.

As he reached up to give you yet another kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing his whole body as close to yours as possible to. This unexpecting movement and friction had him grunting against your kiss and sent a shiver of pleasure through him. His Witcher senses were all alert, all of them focused on you and you alone. His body was steaming hot. Not just warm and sweaty from the action. Touching his skin felt like placing your hand over a candle flame, which was only more pleasurable. His piercing cat eyes, not bothered by the darkness of the bedroom, memorized each detail of your stunning, writhing body, each shade of the color of your skin. His raw physical Witcher strength was on full display. While that was a major turn-on for you, Geralt knew his body could crush yours in an instant if he wasn’t cautious. No matter how often you told him you were tougher than he thought, he was still afraid to hurt you. However, in this situation, holding back was getting harder every second.

« Stop being so gentle, Ger.” you whispered against his ear before kissing it gently. “Please, for me. I want you, right now.” Your voice grew more insistent. Your hips gave a little thrust against him, making his fists clench the blankets on each side of you as he slowly allowed himself to surrender a little control.

“As you command, Princess” he breathed. You opened your mouth to his tongue as he finally slipped into you. Hearing you whimper his name encouraged him to immediately speed up the pace. Having him inside you felt even hotter against your skin, and you loved every bit of that. You broke the kiss after a moment and adjusted your position to allow him to go even deeper into you. The Witcher’s scent drove your senses wild with every breath you took. You reinforced your grip on his broad shoulders as your core clenched him tighter. The air around you was getting hotter by the minute, almost suffocating you. Just like that, you felt the volcanic fire coming back. Your whimpers grew into loud moans, then screams as you reached your second climax. Geralt held the rhythm as he felt you cum around his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, Y/N.”, he cursed, increasing the pace slightly as he felt his own explosion of pleasure.

With a final sigh, he buried his face into your neck and stayed like this for long seconds. You were still coming down from your high as you put your hand on his chest and felt his heart pounding. Guess even a Witcher’s stamina was not enough to handle such a swirl of emotions. Now his skin felt cooler under your touch, but you could still see the fire in his bright yellow eyes. You felt… hazy? Exhausted maybe. Blissful for sure. All at once, probably.

“That… was better than breakfast”, you said after a while, smiling from ear to ear.

“Mmh” Geralt grinned as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, his strong sweaty arms still wrapped around you. He was…peaceful. A feeling he was never familiar with before he met you. You turned your head towards the window and noticed the rain had stopped. The first rays of the morning sun were shining through. It was still early but you could already tell : It was going to be a hell of a day.

[korebringerofded]

Married Life- A Preview Fic

Okay so I am a huge Geralt simp so enjoy this married life Geralt x Reader smut with also fluff. I have a full fic planed with this like domestic Geralt so if you like lmk and I will make it a more official project!

Warnings- Smut, Geralt being adorable and hot, sex pollen because of course??

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLS

Words-1479

Summary- Geralt x wife reader lots of cute. Sex pollen monster, horny Geralt. Yall know.

The smell of herbs encapsulated you as the spring air gently pushed and pulled against the tall green grass that shimmered when the light hit it just right. You and Geralt have been married a whole month and had fallen into a comfortable routine of worshipping one another from dusk till dawn as well as the mundane farm life you both were growing to love. You spent most evenings with drool pooling in the corners of your mouth as your husband and his sweat gleaming biceps chop plenty of wood to keep you nice and warm at night. He knew how much you despised the cold. You had to pull yourself away from your brooding witcher, he had to go into town to get some supplies and was definitely gone longer than you would have liked. You adjusted yourself and fanned your neck softly to help with the heat that now formed in the pit of your stomach and traveled between your plush thighs.

You finished collecting the herbs you needed for dinner and dusted off your thin skirt before grabbing your basket that you weaved yourself with a grin. Geralt was definitely resistant to learning how to weave but you insisted to teach him. He of course agreed with a grumble.

He couldn’t have hidden his smile even if he tried.

His thick hands clumsily threaded the reeds into each other. You were a pretty good teacher and once Geralt actually gave it a chance his eyebrows would furrow together in concentration and soon he had skillfully connected the reeds together to make a some-what perfect basket. He smiled toothily and showed you his work proudly.

It honestly made you fall over from laughing, eyes wide in surprise at his uncharacteristic dedication to something so mundane.

He blinked, looking hurt for a second before tossing his basket aside and grabbing your waist pulling you close to him as he peppers kisses down your neck with a grumble.

—-

As lovely as married life was for the two of you there was always the fear of danger from beasts or thieves. Geralt was still a witcher and still had a duty to fulfill. There were many occasions you would be left alone while he helped nearby or on some unfortunate occasions he would be taken far away from you. Those days were always the hardest.

It was in the middle of winter, Geralt had been gone for a few weeks and there was a particularly nasty storm. Your farmhouse was stable and safe but you shivered and trembled as the home shook against the cold heavy snowfall. Your fingers and hands were frozen despite the fire and many many blankets that you had wrapped yourself in.

You remembered that evening well as it took you several hours to fall into a deep sleep that was ruined when the front door flew open with a loud BANG! You screamed so loud that your voice broke, snow flying all around the home as a large figure covered in snow made swift movements towards you. You had only a moment to react before the white-haired witcher had you pinned to the pile of furs and blankets that was now underneath you.

His contorted face was half illuminated by the fire and the other half covered in snow and ice. His face was slightly red and covered in sweat.

“G-Geralt?” You croaked, eyes wide from shock. He wasn’t supposed to be back for a few more days at the very least. “Are you-” You bit your lip as you examined his face.

“Got bit by…something/” He breathed, his voice making chills run down your spine. His eyes never left you as his thick cold hands palmed at your hips as he hovered over you before trailing his hands over your breasts, his touch was so soft and gentle you weren’t sure if he was touching you at all and yet the cold nipped at your breasts until your nipples became hard and firm, Geralt let out a heavy breath as he watched your body like a hawk watching its prey. You were his prey. “I’m fine I just. I took care of it and I had to see you. I was….in the mountains…came home as fast as I could.”

How far had he ridden in one night? The thought passed your mind for a moment before disappearing entirely.

His hands slowly moved up your trembling breasts, watching them bounce softly against his fingers before he wrapped a thick hand that suddenly was hot to the touch around the back of your neck, pulling your lips against his in an almost hungry way. He consumed your kiss, taking your thin nightgown in a tight grip, and in one movement ripped it in half. His eyes glanced down at your mound and you could see drool pooling beneath his canines deep in his jaw.

The cold suddenly didn't seem to bother you, Geralt’s hot touch over your entire body mixed with the fireplace making it feel like a sauna. Your heart echoed in your chest as your husband placed rough wet kisses against your neck, nibbling your ear softly before sinking his teeth into the soft part of your neck making you let out a soft moan, hands instinctively tangling in his white locks, mouth hanging agape.

“You can be louder than that, kitten.” He growled, trailing down your collarbone kissing each part of your skin as he trails down, his tongue trailing over your breasts before collecting your hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and drooling against your skin as his hands continue trailing down your body before pressing his thumb against your clit with a hum. That's when you notice his hard member pressing against your thigh as Geralt sucks your breasts mercilessly.

“G-Geralt.” You shoved his hands away weakly before he took one hand and pinned your arms down above your head as he pulled his belt off with the other hand and looped it around your thin wrists. You watched with wide eyes, pulling against your new restraints in confusion. You could easily remove them. He was always so gentle even when he was in a state like this.

He tugged off his clothes, his body coated in sweat as his dick bounced against his thigh. In one quick movement, he was on top of you again pressing wet rough kisses down your body, quickly moving down this time, his thick fingers gripping your thighs tightly.

“Fuck…Your mine.” his jaw clenched as his yellow eyes watched you as your chest rose and fell quickly, wide eyes still locked with his as he slowly lowered his head between your thighs, licking slow strips against your mound as you squirmed, eyes rolling into the back of your head with a moan before he pinned your hips to the pile of furs and his mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking and rolling his tongue over you repeatedly. You became a sopping mess, coming embarrassingly fast. He didn’t stop after your first, after you recovered for a moment he pulled you to where you were sitting on your knees. He lowered himself under you and you felt your heart drop when he opened his mouth.

“Sit,” he growled, you felt a blush creep up over your face. Your mouth was slightly agape. You immediately complied, knowing this wasn’t a time to argue with your wolf.

Once you were where he wanted you he groaned loudly against you, working his tongue in and out of you in sloppy strips. You threw your head back in shock at the sensation. You came almost immediately and Geralt gripped your hips, rocking you back and forth on his face, his stubble slightly rubbing against your clit and thighs. Your slick coated Geralt's chin and mouth as he rocked you back and forth on his tongue until your head started to spin.

“Thnk you can cum one more time for me, princess?” He pressed soft kisses to your neck before moving on top of you, holding your thighs gently as cum dripped from your soaking entrance. You nodded weakly before he pressed the tip of his dick against you, he groaned softly before pushing into you entirely, your breath hitching loudly as he pressed against your walls, his dick spreading you out as the room is filled with loud wet noises as he quickly starts to pound into you, his fingers twitching against your skin. You hadn’t ever seen him so worked up before but soon his pace became a bit more erratic and aggressive before you tightened around him, feeling him spill into you as his eyes watched you closely as you rode out your cum. Both of your chests were rising and falling rapidly as he rolled to hold you tightly.

You both slept rather well that night.

[2braincellslz]

⚠️Request are not guaranteed⚠️

Request junk:

So heres what is will and wont write:

Will:

Fluff

Angst

Oneshots

Long storys

Aus

Headcanons

Y/n

Ships

Will nots:

Smut (for now atlest)

Fandoms:

Ace Attorney:

Pheonix wright

Miles edgeworth

Dick Gumshoe

Maya fey

Franziska Von Karma

Slashers:

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees*

Brahms heelshire

Billy lenz

Bubba *

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Hannibal:

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Freddie Lounds

Jack Crawford

Bedelia du Maurier

Beverly Katz

Fredrick Chilton

Alan Bloom

JJK:

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Sukuna

Nanami

Toji foshiguro

Mahito

Shoko Ieiri*

Hiromi Higuruma*

Peaky blinders:

Thomas Shelby

Arther Shelby

Finn shelby

Ada shelby

(I can't remember the rest of the names lmao)

The sandman:

The Corinthian (gay only)

Morpheus

Satan

Death

Spiderman:

Spider man

Harry Osbourne

Otto octavius

Norman Osborne

MJ

The breakfast club:

John Bender (the criminal)

Claire (the queen)

Andrew (the jock)

Brian (the brian)

Allison (the basket case)

Game of thrones:

Robb stark

Theon Greyjoy

Jon snow

Little finger

Ramsay Bolton

The other guys lmao

Witcher:

Jaskier

Geralt

Yennifer

Others and such

Other-

Characters from Nightmare Before Christmas

Characters from Corpse Bride

Jack sparrow

Also i can write fanfic with your oc.

If there is a character you want (from a completely different fandom or one of the ones listed) then dont be afraid to ask!

When you send in a ask, do be sure to specify if you want male, female, or GN. (And for the dsmp characters tell me if you wan c! Or cc!)

*I dont really know all that much about them

[littlecrow-rogue]

Hi there!

Today I finally had some time to write! Yay!

Soo the Jaskier x YN elf story request is hopefully gonna be finnished for tonight and I hope to start the next chapter of my Mötley Crüe fanfiction as well.

If anyone has any kind of request for short stories please let me know.

XoX - V

[velvetcloxds]

THE LAKES | GERALT OF RIVIA

Pairing: geralt x princess!reader

Word count: 0.9k

Warning: mentions of war

Summary: "while I bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief" - your love for him started a war and he'd go to the ends of the earth to protect you from it

A/n: moodboard by @sarahisslytherin, this fic is part of my taylor swift fic series <3

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Roach had barely settled his steps when you jumped down to the ground, Geralt haphazardly reaching forward to help you down, gripping you by your wrists as he did so, eyes searching desperately for yours while yours avoided him completely, scared to reveal what he had already known. You had tried the best you could to hide it, but he heard it, of course, the tumble in your heart, the soft sniffs you thought to be disguised by Roach’s walking, but you were against him, body melted against his, he felt the soft tremors that flooded your nerves and it took everything in him not to stop along the way.

He pulled back once your feet met the ground without a stumble, your crying only becoming louder as you ran to the stream, kneeling down to allow the water to soak away the remnants of your heartache. Geralt was fighting with himself, half convinced that he needed to go aid you in your struggles while also wanting to present you a moment without his presence. It was your frustrated groans that chose his way forward, Roach being tied to a tree as Geralt kneeled right at your side, shushing you as he took your bloodied hands in his own, holding them tightly in his, silently begging you to allow him to help you, you met his request as you leaned into him, head falling to his bicep as his fingers moved gently over your own to clear them of the dried crimson liquid.

“I’m afraid, Ger,” you whispered after quite some time, hands still enclosed in his as he held them in his lap, being patient with you, despite himself, waiting for you to be ready to bare your heart to him.

“You need not be afraid, princess,” he promised once again, a promise made in months leading up to the war, a promise made while you were tangled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat as it lulled you to sleep, a promise made as he pulled you from the burning palace and led you away from the ruins. “I will never allow any harm to be done to you, surely you know that?” he pondered, one hand lifting to your head where he guided your face up from his arm, a soft smile dipping into his lips when his eyes met yours.

“I do,” you breathed and shifted slightly so you could still be close to him despite him prying you away from your hiding spot. “Just as I know there to be nothing you cannot face, but I cannot rid my heart of the weight weighing down on it,” you sighed, fiddling with the sleeve as his shirt at you shook your head. “I have nothing left in this world aside from you, and the thought of losing you in pursuit of my own safety, it feels rather selfish.”

“Do you think my actions to be lacking such?” he shook his head, scoffing lightly as your brows tilted down in confusion, not sure what he was insinuating. “I was set to leave this kingdom long before it was met with its fall, I don’t belong and my beloved, neither do you,” he explained, and you exhaled slowly when a nimble hand cupped your cheek. “I vowed to protect you not out of duty, nor honour, neither of which are characteristics that I believe to possess. I vowed my life to you because I’d rather meet my end than live in a world without you.”

“Geralt,” you breathed, guiding him back as you climbed onto his lap, hands falling carefully into his hair as you looked down at him, barely keeping yourself from breaking in front of him once again. “I do not deserve such sincerities, such promises of adoration that I’d never been shown before,” you rested your forehead against his, grateful for the strong hands that held you in place, grounding you as you tried to arrange your thoughts.

“I do not deserve the honour of calling you mine, yet you have bestowed it upon me, despite who I am, what I am,” he grunted when you tugged at his hair lightly, objecting to the notion of him being anything but perfect for you. “You started a war on my behalf, princess, allow me to protect you from it,” his words held no evidence of a question, it was a gentle demand that you would have no choice but to allow as there was no talking your witcher out of anything once his mind had been set. “Fear not the future, nor the possibility of our impending doom, simply trust that my love for you would keep armies at bay.”

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“I trust you,” you ensured him with a soft smile, closing your eyes to savour the warmth of his touch, the security of his arms as they held you impossibly close, making you part of him as his breathing sifted through your body, waves of comfort soaring through you.

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[bonelessghoul]

the witcher and the sea (1)

Summary: When monsters begin to terrorize the Isles of Skellige in an unnatural pattern, the Witcher is called in for help. But the Princess who finds herself imposing on Geralt’s task might be his biggest challenge yet, being as troublesome as she is useful to the Witcher. As the two try to cooperate, what waits for them in the shadows of Skellige are nothing compared to the secrets that are bound to come out. 

Words: 5.6k 

note: so this is my first time writing for the Witcher and I am absolutely panicking over posting this and would not be surprised if I deleted it and tried again later but -_____-  any and all feedback is much appreciated as I will be writing more parts of this!! 

part two

The harbor was a beautiful place at sunset.

All the ships were docked for the day, nearly trapped as sheets of cracked ice floated among the calm waters in this little nook where the island curved. The sun, finally peeking through the overcast skies of the day as it met the horizon cast its fiery glow, made every inch of snow and ice that littered the ground in this early winter glimmer.

It was a time of day where families would walk outside, taking one last evening stroll before dinner time in the peace and quiet that found itself over the brazen little village of Uriella Harbor. But even as the gentle caws of the birds that sat upon wooden posts and the quiet tide hitting the shore soothed the townspeople, it was Moira and the rowdy men of the village she called friends who disturbed it all.

Swords clanked against each other, the shrill sound of metal against metal filling the air as Moira held her own against the two men.

Dancing on her toes, the heavy sword sat tightly in her hands as she walked along the wooden pier, moving swiftly to fight them off and ignoring the local sailors and merchants who yelled at them to watch where they were going

They were all gentle with their jabs and the force upon their swings, playfully facing off Moira one by one, all of them heaving the cold and salty air as it froze the sweat upon their skin,

Rotty jumped down behind her from one of the ramps to the ship while she was fighting off his brother Arnie.

“Oh, give me a break, Rotty!” Moira cried, quickly disarming Arnie before turning around to face him.

“What? Sword getting a little too much for you?” he asked, raising a brow at her.

“Never.” she grinned.

Then, even while her skills with a sword would never match up with his, Moira was able to push forward just enough to make Rotty back up closer to the edge of the pier. She spent more time dodging him than actually swinging the sword, planting her feet in the wooden boards at times to have to undermine his strength when their weapons found themselves in a stalemate. As winded as she was, Moira could keep going even as her heavy breaths formed thick clouds with every exhale, but she pretended to give and put her hands up in defense.

Rotty, a man much taller and broader than her laughed deep with his chest, smile peaking through the thick, dark beard that covered his face.

“Giving up already?”

Moira put her hands on her knees, long dark hair hanging over her face to hide her smile.

“No. Just bored.”

In one swift motion, she sprung up and shoved him back with one blow to his chest and the sound of the splash he made in the water was enough to make anyone wince knowing how cold it was.

Turning around, she watched Arnie’s jaw drop as she wakled down the pier. Arnie was half of Rotty’s size and missing the beard, but even with a few years difference they had a very similar face. Also, Arnie had a much harder time hiding his little crush on her.

“For fucks sake, Moira, I couldn’t even knock him down like that.” Arnie laughed.

Moira shrugged, glancing back to see Rotty’s face red with anger even while his lips went blue as he pulled himself up over the edge of the dock.

“I just made this coat with fur I imported from Cintra!” the man shouted as the sopping wet fur shawl he wore over his shoulders fell to the deck with a thud.

“Aye, why don’t you leave the navy and become a tailor with the ladies then and you’ll have all the luxurious coats in the world?” Arnie snickered.

It only made Moira and Arnie laugh harder, her ribs squeezing against the corset she wore over her white blouse, but when Rotty started running towards them, they screamed like children and took off towards the land where all the little markets and inns started turning their lights on.

But then, Moira felt a pair of freezing wet arms wrap around her and the soft ground beneath her boots disappeared while she squealed into the air.

“How about I toss you in the freezing and icy water?” Rotty asked, ready to carry her back onto the dock despite her protests.

Moira wouldn’t make it known, but the scratches on her back left by local monster that lurked in their waters was burning as her back was rubbing against Rotty’s chest. Her mage had done well to cover it up, knowing that it peaked out from the blouse she wore.

“Oh, princess!”

Speaking of her mage, all the boys went silent, and Moira, practically frozen in mid air as Rotty was holding her up, glanced over his shoulders to see Saorise, her family’s mage standing there in her long emerald green cloak calling her over.

Sighing, Rotty put her down and even Moira was a little disappointed that their fun was ending.

“Another time, boys.” she heaved, trying to pat off her now damp clothing.

“I gotta say, you really have it in you Moira. I would pay good money to see you toss him into the water again.” said Arnie, instantly walking up to her side the second Rotty put her down.

“Shut up, you little weasel.” Rotty said, shoving his younger brother in the head as he walked past them. “Moira will be paying good money to get me a nice coat from the palace.”

As they walked back up towards the sand, she glanced back one more time at the scenery just beyond the village, the mountains of the small isle of An Skellige nearly black in contrast to the ice caps that glowed on top of them from the suns last rays. It was her favorite sight, being able to turn around from her beloved sea and then face the most magificient mountains in all of the Isles.

Between the peaks and the village that surrounded the harbor, her home awaited her and her Mage looked more than eager to go.

“Moira, I’m serious. We have things to do this evening.” Saorise called out, her nose flaring.

“I know!”

But as they walked down the pier, they all leaped off the wooden planks to the sand where the three of them found Orin sitting with their belongings. The tall and lanky blonde was leaned up against the short, rocky wall that divided the sandy shore from the land with his legs stretched out and a book in hand as he was bundled up with his winter clothes.

Underneath it all, they all knew he was probably the strongest out of them which is why Moira had a quizzical look upon her face before approaching him and snatching the book out of his hand.

“No mood to play today, Orin?” she asked, watching him stand up and instantly tower her.

The boy huffed and snatched his book back.

“I always am, princess. But I’m smarter than these two boneheads and would rather not wake up in the middle of the night with your brothers ready to slit my throat if anyone of us got a scratch on ya.”

Rotty went to steal Orin’s coat, the two engaging in a little scuffle in the sand before he finally gave it up.

“But when does Moira ever give up her childish little toys to use a sword, Orin?” Rotty teased, even while his teeth were chattering.

Moira was sure he only did it because no one had the time or money to get treated for the potential hypothermia Rotty faced and Orin was too nice.

The thrill of fighting was over once they got back into the market area away from the busy loading docks. She forgot just how active this area was even at this time of day, knowing that the stacks of crates would be gone before sunset and off to Cintra or other isles she dared to go to.

It was always busy here to say the least but Saorise stood calmly in the center of it, patiently waiting for her.

This woman didn’t look any older than her but had practically raised Moira her whole life. She was the closest thing to the mother and sister she never had, the wisdom and fun each one was defined by all put into one person. As much as she hated to keep her waiting, Moira took her time scooping up her coat and bow and arrows from the ground.

Moira frowned at them as she slid the fur lined navy blue silk cloak over her shoulders, the chill to the blistery sea breeze piercing her bones now as the adrenaline left her body.

“You’re all just jealous because your aim will never be as good as mine.”        

“Keep telling yourself that, Princess.” Orin grinned as he tucked his book away.

Then, the three men slowed their steps, eventually stopping just a few yards away from Saorise and Moira sighed as she stopped too, turning around to face them.

These men fought for the Skellige navy and had seen monsters most people only read about on the sea, yet they were always just a little spooked over her mage.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow?” Moira asked hopefully.

They all glanced at each other and shrugged.

“Your brother has some of us sailing over to Undvik to take care of a little ice giant problem.” Arnie answered.

Rotty laughed, unsheathing his sword to admire it in the golden light that peaked out from the clouds that churned with a myriad of colors.

“Yeah, nothing some arrows couldn’t handle, I’m sure.”

“Piss off. I hope the thing swallows you whole tomorrow.” Moira teased, waving them off as she turned back to Saorise who looked at her with an unamused face.

“Language, Princess.” her mage frowned, greeting her with a warm hug. “You look like you need a bath or two.”

Moira giggled. “Or three.”

The Princess paused, quick to withdraw her bow and retrieve an arrow so she wouldn’t make Saorise have to wait any longer, and put the arrow in place, aiming it at the boys as they walked down the beach towards their homes. Taking a deep breath, Moira pulled back the bowstring and released, watching the arrow sore over the distance to Rotty’s back.

It was a soft-headed arrow that would merely feel like throwing a pebble at someone’s back and she used those kinds for practice whenever she couldn’t get outside.

Rotty instantly turned around, the boys confused as they followed his gaze.

“Did you just shoot me with an arrow?” Rotty yelled.

“Consider it my good luck token for you boys’ tomorrow!”

Laughing to herself, Moira turned away and looked at Saorise who couldn’t hold back her amusement now as she laughed too.

As they talked about their day on their walk back to the carriage that would take them back to the slate gray slab she called home, another visitor had been standing by beyond their awareness, having just arrived on the last ship from the Continent.

Geralt of Rivia stood by Roach who had been patiently waiting for its owner to return from the small vendor who had a barrel of apples ready to toss for the day. The Witcher wasn’t always fond of the journey to the Isles, and neither was Roach, both lingering around on land to find their sense of balance again before setting off for what they came here to do.

But the sight of the girl fighting men twice her size with a sword she could barely handle had caught his eye. He hadn’t been to Skellige in years, and yet, the hustle of the sailors and merchants never changed but watching members of their army and a seemingly ordinary woman fighting in the midst of it all was new.

It was when another woman had called out to her, referring to her as “princess” that Geralt’s attention slightly peaked.

So, this was the Princess of Skellige.

It’s not every day one would see a princess with a sword in hand, let alone one who could fire a bow with such precision like she just did. It left the Witcher dumbfounded as he continued to watch her until she left with the Mage.

“Looks like were in for quite the untraditional royal family, Roach.” Geralt exhaled, stroking the horse’s mane as she let out a gentle huff in response.

~~~

It wasn’t quite like the citadel that sat nestled between two mountain peaks in Kaer Trolde, but many would argue that it took the prize for its prestige even after Nilfgard tried to destroy it ages ago.

The stone fortress blended in with the mountain side, the carriage pulling them in the rounded entry way where a beautiful fountain sat in the middle. The trek up from the village wasn’t awful since her home wasn’t that far up in the mountain, but it certainly was an annoyingly winding trail.

Two guards opened the carriage doors, escorting her and her mage out and up to the tall arched, wooden doors where another two guards opened them. This entrance took them into a hallway as wide as a ship and ceilings that went higher than the sails. The stone sand-colored walls seemed darker as the sun had set by the time they arrived, tinted brown from the candles and chandelier that hung above them. They walked behind the marble staircase that led towards the second floor, towards the throne room that was home to many parties and meetings after making a couple more turns. Each hallway had paintings hung, whether it was of their portraits or sceneries throughout the Isles, it always creeped Moira out passing by her own face.

Once in the throne room, where there was nothing but gaping windows letting the last of the light in and a table at the head of the room where her brother Bran sat, she could see the exasperation on his face from the moment they entered.

“Please tell me you didn’t wound some of the finest soldiers of Skellige this evening?” Bran asked.

Moira smiled up at her brother who sat in the subtle throne adorned with the clan of Tuirsearch colors of blue and silver. At his side, however, was Birna. Bran was a big man, never coming off as some glutanous king but rather a strong one with a heart bigger than everyone in the Isles combined. He had a niche for this diplomatic stuff and genuine intentions while doing so. However, Birna, was like a crow perched upon his shoulders.

She wasn’t evil, she was just a selfish woman who thought more with the crown upon her head than an actual brain.

“I would never hurt them.” Moira gasped, faking the offense she took to his words. “Their egos on the other hand might have taken a small hit.”

Even now, Birna with her dark navy dress embroidered with diamonds and long black hair, stared at Moira with narrowed eyes like a thousand daggers. Birna was very traditional, but to be quite honest, she married into the wrong family for that. She would never admit it, but she thought she was too beautiful for her brother but with that beauty came a slew of other negative things.

“We have a guest arriving this evening, Moira. Perhaps you should try and bathe or put something more presentable on before you greet him with the rest of us.” said Birna, nearly peering down at her with her nose.

“Your brother still isn’t back from Cintra yet, but it seems King Bran has invited a guest to solve our little monster problem.” Saorise said quietly as she leaned in towards her.

But Moira was too furious to listen, having been caught over her comment.

Tilting her head at Birna, she looked down at herself then slid off her cloak. She had been out all day with the boys and other local friends, and the blouse she wore had been tarnished ever so slightly from the shipments of coal brought in. Not to mention, sand still covered her boots and pants if one looked close enough. Her hair was completely undone from the braid she left in this morning, and she was sure her cheeks were beet red from adjusting to the cold all day.

Birna wasn’t wrong.

“You think so?” Moira asked, shrugging.

Needless to say, that no matter how much she has gotten used to the poking and prodding of the Queen, every quip about her comments on her appearance never failed to strike a certain nerve within her.

“I think you should piss off and go eat another loaf of bread, Birna.” she practically sneered.

The woman before her gasped, ready to probably scream at her while Bran simply let his forehead fall into the palm of his hand, but everyone was interupted when two of the guards entered the room through the wide open doors off to the side.

“Your majesty.” the one guard spoke. “The Witcher has arrived.”

Moira’s head turned, not in any mood to entertain whatever guest her brother brought to Skellige, but when she looked into a pair of bright, golden colored eyes every predisposition she had about this meeting slipped off of her like silk.

Even when the guest had turned his eyes away towards the King, Moira’s breath was still caught in her throat as she took in the man clad in black armor and hair like snow. Even in Skellige’s notable army and navy she has never seen anyone radiate a certain strength the way he did as he entered the room.

But there was something more that made her stomach churned. She wasn’t sure if it was the allure of the Witcher or something deeper, but she could feel every hair stand up on the back of her neck as she watched him nod his head towards Bran and Birna.

“Your majesties,” the Witcher said, with such formality.

Then, the Witcher turned towards her and part of her was siding with Birna’s idea on perhaps bathing and changing before she was present for this.

“Princess.”

“Hi.” Moira stammered, her voice barely above a whisper from how dry her throat went.  

Awkwardly, she glanced at Saorise who stood tall with her hands behind her back and she looked back at her quite unimpressed, raising a brow at the Princess who now looked more red than she did earlier when facing the harsh breeze from the ocean.

“Uh, may I ask why we needed to bring a Witcher out to Skellige, brother?” Moira asked, stepping forward.

Out of the corner of her eye, Moira watched Birna’s nose flare from the angry glare she shot over at her, but Bran did not seem to mind her behavior one bit.

“I am not one to be up to date on what monsters lurk the Isles, but when we live in such uncharted waters, I try my best to know what at least poses a threat to us on a yearly basis. But something is off this year, and they’ve been traveling much closer to the villages than normal. The strangest thing is most of our waters have become frozen over almost entirely!”

“Of course.” The Witcher said.

Then Bran turned his attention to her.

“And Geralt here has been so kind to accept our offer in return for his help.” he stated.

So, he has a name.

Moira knew about the Drowners, and the guilt she had been harboring for weeks now started to slip through the cracks.

It was taking everything in her power not to get so visibly worked up, and she glanced at the Witcher who had already been looking at her as if he could hear every thought in her head which didn’t make her any less uneasy.

The Drowners have always been a problem, which is why most of the townspeople try to stay away from the streams that trickle in from the ocean. It was always a once in a while occurrence when a child would get snatched up or a drunkard would stumble too close on their walks back home late at night and disappear. This year though, there has been six people that have been presumed dead already and it hardly ever even happened in the winter months to begin with.

Unknowing to her family, Moira had been spending most of her free time with Rotty, Orin, and Arnie trying to hunt them down the past couple of weeks. It was important to them to keep watch, being that these disappearances were hitting too close to home and because King Bran had ordered them too But of course, it was in Moira’s nature to insert herself into such duties and the boys didn’t argue with her on it either. One of the bastards even snuck up on her and left a nasty scratch between her shoulder blades that Saorise has been trying to heal and cover up in the meantime.

No one knew the true story though.

The fact that her brother found it necessary to involve a Witcher though only made the whole ordeal harder to swallow.

“Drowners shouldn’t be able to survive long if they water is frozen over like you say.” the Witcher says, turning his attention to the King.

“I know.” Bran sighed. “But even still, sightings of them have increased according to the people of this isle and my men. I want the fear to be put at ease if possible and figure out what the hell is happening. We will make your stay as comfortable as you need for the time it takes you to get to the source of it.”

“I appreciate the generosity, your majesty.” Geralt said, forcing a polite smile upon his face that looked painful even to watch. “I’ll get on it right away.”

With the hardset face he entered the palace with, Moira wouldn’t have even thought it was possible for a Witcher to smile. But aside from the appeal this Witcher had and the promise he gave her brother on handling the Drowners, Moira knew that this couldn’t be solved by just slaying one beast and that this man probably had no idea what he was getting himself into on Skellige. She would say she’s been doing a good job at containing the issue at the least.

“I need to go.” Moira whispered to Saorise.

“Princess—” the mage tried to argue.

Moira needed to tell Rotty, Arnie, and Orin about the Witcher business as soon as possible. It could wait til they return, but she didn’t want to risk it knowing that they had to get their stories straight in case they got involved.

Realistically, she wouldn’t admit that her ego had been tainted ever so slightly knowing that solving the Drowners problem would all be credited to the Witcher when she had been putting the work in for weeks now. Then again, as much as she tried to deny it, it was her mess in the first place. But if her family knew of what she was doing, she’d surely be shipped off to Cintra.

Turning on the heels of her boots, Moira left the throne room and was welcomed by the quiet halls and their eerie paintings, picking up her pace when she was out of sight from everyone else. But faintly against the glossy marble floors, she heard a heavy pair of boots catching up to her.

“Princess.” said the deep, even tired voice of the Witcher.

Immediately straightening her spine, Moira turned around, nearly staggering back when she realized how quickly Geralt had caught up to her.

“Good evening, Sir…Witcher? Geralt?”

Gods, she hated herself. Every once of confidence in the face of a man who spent his life killing off monsters disappeared into thin air and watching the corner of his lip twitch upwards in the slightest made her only feel more ashmed.

“Geralt is fine.”

Nodding slowly, Moira averted her eyes elsewhere, hoping that he would get to the point of what he wanted to say.

“And what can I help you with, Geralt?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.

Then, the Witcher crossed his arms and looked down at her.

“What can you tell me about the Drowners that have been terrorizing your people?”

Suddenly, her shoulders fell and her posture slacked as she looked at him incredulously. It was impossible for him to have an inkling of an idea that she had been hunting them already. Her mind jumped to Saorise but even if her mage did let it slip, there wouldn’t have been any time for her to mention it to the Witcher given how quickly he caught up to her after leaving the throne room.

“I beg your pardon?” Moira scoffed.

Geralt bemusingly raised his brows at her. “I don’t encounter Drowners often, but I would recognize the scar on your back anywhere.”

Every word that has come from his mouth since he stepped foot into the hallway has been one crashing wave after another. Mentally, she was caught under the tide, every breath for air being cut off by another surprise from him.

“How the hell can you see that?” she snapped, foolishly glancing behind her as if she would be able to see the three claw marks.

The smug look on his face did not fade as he waited for her to finally explain, staring at her with those golden eyes that made her feel like he already knew every lie she was about to spew.

“Your mage did the trick, however, those kinds of spells can sometimes only hide things from the human eye.”

Sighing heavily, it made sense and she inwardly groaned, unable to even be frustrated at Saorise for not including every living soul in the spell that hid her wounds. But then again, no one expected a Witcher to arrive on the castle’s doorstep. There was no sense in lying now, but that didn’t mean she had to listen to her rationale.

“My friends and I were enjoying a walk by the waters and one caught us by surprise. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t want my family to worry so my mage covered up for me.” Moira said, as innocent as possible.

The Witcher was here for coin, and that was it. But even still, she couldn’t risk letting anyone know what she had been doing away from the castle for the people.

“And you didn’t notice anything strange about this one?”

“Of course not, it looked like it normally looks.”

The words slipped out so fast that she didn’t even realize what she had said, and her face seemed to drain of all its color like the lie she had been caught in was sucking it away.

“So, you have seen them before?” Geralt asked, raising a brow.

Moira shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Of course I have. Everyone knows at least one of them pops up every year.”

Geralt’s face settled, and he too crossed his arms, heaving out a sight as his golden eyes scanned the hall around them. Perhaps she was safe for now, but she could hear her own heartbeat pulsing in her ears now as she stared at his chizeled face.

“You’re lying.” he said, his gaze falling back on her.

Moira blinked at him, brows furrowing at the Witcher who was beginning to irritate her.

“I believe you’re saying that in hopes that I will admit to lying, which I’m not.”

As her blood began to boil, she could see in Geralt’s eyes that he was finding this amusing.

“I could hear your heartbeat when your brother first brought up the Drowners and even now, it sounds like your heart is ready to explode in your chest.”

Moira stood there, focusing now on how fast her heart had been racing and realizing she had become flustered as she tried to keep up with her story with every question the Witcher threw at her. If she couldn’t cover it up anymore, she knew a diversion was her best bet.

“That’s very romantic of you.” Moira scoffed, rolling her eyes before settling back on him with a stern glare. “And rude.”

“You don’t strike me as the Princess to follow such formalities. After all, you did tell the Queen to go eat a loaf of bread.” Geralt shrugged.

“This is ridiculous!” Moira laughed dryly, throwing her hands in the air. “I could tell my brother to send you away right now for speaking to a Princess like this, let alone his sister. Drowners be damned, he wouldn’t tolerate your behavior.”

Geralt then stepped closer, just enough so that Moira had to tilt her head up and she could have swore that her heart stuttered in her chest as she was now forced to look at him. She didn’t back up, and thought maybe she should for a second, but her pride got the best of her as she tilted her chin up.

“You won’t tell your brother because you know that you can’t fend off the Drowners on your own.”

Moira considered telling the Witcher her theories as to why the Drowners were traveling closer to villages, she considered letting it be known that she had been hunting them down as best as she could, and maybe even offer to help him. But something in her bit down on her tongue, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of caving in so quickly.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to go to bed now. Just do what you have to do, collect your coin, and be on your way Witcher.” Moira said softly, turning on her heels once more to walk back to her room.

Every step down the hallway though, the hairs were still standing on the back of her neck, feeling those eyes staring at her spine even when she made it back to her quarters where not a single sound was to be made other than the bath water her maids were preparing for her.

Once she settled into the scorching hot water that was like candy to her aching muscles for the day, all Moira could do was lean  her head back and shut her eyes in the granite tub hidden in its own little part of her room. Her thoughts mulled over her awful conversation with the Witcher, and deep down she was utterly, hopelessly convinced that he saw right through her lies and would find out the truth sooner or later.

“You ran off in a hurry.” said her mage as she entered the rom with a freshly cleaned towel and her nightgown.

Moira opened her tired eyes and looked at the women, her face falling just a little.

“Saorise, you don’t have to do that for me.” she sighed, watching as she placed down a small jar of herbs for her wound.

“I know you may not act like a Princess at times, but you deserve to be treated like one.” Saorise smiled, pulling over a chair.

Moira leaned forward, pulling her knees up to her chest where she rested her chin, exposing her upper back as the bubbles that smelled of lemon and sandalwood floated around her. They say in silence as Saorise gently rubbed the healing mixture over her wounds and she could have fallen asleep right then and there.

“Apparently the Witcher saw the scratches the Drowner made.”

Saorise sighed. “I was hoping your shirt would cover it enough for him not to notice. Witchers can often see through such a delicate spell I used. I didn’t know you two spoke.”

Moira huffed and smiled grimly.

“Oh, we spoke alright. The man is rude, pushy, and just annoying.”

“Sounds like a little girl I knew.” her mage chuckled.

“Okay, that is not the point.” Moira laughed, glancing back at her. “He was trying to find out what I knew about the Drowners, and somehow he knew I was lying about it all. It was quite forward, honestly. He said he could hear my heartbeat and knew that I was trying to fight them on my own more or less.” she ranted.

“Well, he obviously isn’t wrong, Princess. Why don’t you inform the Witcher on how much King Bran has miscalculated how many Drowners are actually lingering and let him handle it?”

That was a good point.

“The Witcher has officially pissed me off. He can go find out for himself quite frankly for all I care. But when Rotty, Orin, and Arnie come back I’m picking up right where we left off.” Moira said pridefully.

Moira could hear Saorise sigh behind her and even while she knew she was being a bit harsh, Geralt could not simply enter her home, demand answers, and pick apart every little word she spoke to him without thinking it would irritate her.

“King Bran is throwing a feast tomorrow for the Witcher’s arrival. Everyone from the Isles will be there to hopefully become aware that this situation will be handled. Maybe then you could try and have a more civil conversation with him.”

Of course, Bran was throwing a party for this. She would be lying if she said she hated them, but it left a bitter taste in her mouth at the thought of celebrating while families still mourned their losses.

The idea of trying to reason with the Witcher sounded better though, and perhaps she would give it another shot.

“I hate it when you’re right.”

“I always am so you must hate me terribly so.” Saorise sighed dramatically.

[sadskies]

Hi i wanted to ask if you could write something for vesemir again (if thats alright) i had the idea: its maybe summer/late spring vesemir is alone in the witcher keep and is doing something in a city (buying things or something like that) and reader sneaks in khaer morhen to find something to eat because they dont have a home,they dont hear that vesemir is back and so they just snoop around until vesemir stands in the doorway and they get startled and thinks its all over and hes going to kill them or something: vesemir on the other hand is just just as suprised but decides to let them stay and so reader just kind of stays there and when winter rolls in they hide from the others until they accidentally walk into the big hall and everyone just sits there looking at reader and reader just freeze and are really scared but vesemir just acts like its the most normal thing: ok thats a veeeery long request im sorry xd the ideas just kind of kept coming :D the last post was beautiful btw

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< Pt.1 >

Had this place existed before?

You were unsure.

The sullen atmosphere of the deteriorating castle was unsettling.

But you entered the abode nonetheless.

Prior to the entering, you’d seen a ration cart strode by so you followed it.

You watched as the ration man gave some food to another man before they parted from the castle together.

This was your chance.

The name of the place became familiar in your mind, Kaer Morhen.

It had existed, yes.

A starring gem in a pit of stones, it was. Truly a pity that it’s past had left it scarred and bruised.

Like the many of us.

Around the town, people would whisper about the stone structure.

“Home to the dying Witchers”

“Surrounded by The Witcher’s Trail”

“Never wander there!”

They said.

Did you care though? No.

A castle was a castle. A castle with Witcher’s just meant it was a well- guarded castle. And, therefore — A well guarded castle for special people, surely had food.

That was your reasoning.

You’d entered the castle through its main enterance. It’s grand door had creaked loudly as a cold welcome to your presence.

The main hall was well-lit with sunlight but had a dull air about it. Long tables scattered around the hall with a huge tree in the middle that held medallions on almost all branches.

You gently caressed one of the medallions that hung low enough from the branch.

It didn’t seem worn out like others.

Recent, huh ?

The medallion glistened as the sunlight fell on it. You could clearly see your face reflecting back at you.

Right. You.

You were here for something else, not to admire pretty medallions.

If you’d really been a thief, you could’ve easily stolen all the medallions. But it wasn’t the medallions you wanted; it was food.

You weren’t from a well-off family, not that it mattered. They’d all left you eventually, one dying after another.

You were…

what’s the word ?…

A loner.

Lonely - Struggling - Pathetic

You left the main hall through a long, curving hallway. Peeking past rooms that were bleak and shabby— infested with rats.

You had to be quick. The man who left might come back any second, and that second was not something you could risk.

But what did you expect?

You’d entered the Wolves den, after all.

As far as you’d walked, there was no sign of a kitchen. Perhaps.. there wasn’t a kitchen?

This place was like a labyrinth.

One right turn and there it was. The kitchen.

Moss-covered stones were set as the flooring. A big dome with a chimney adorned with a brick border stood by the side.

Nothing out of the norm for a castle. You’d never find such classical build in the houses around the town, though.

It was after you realized that you were nabbing the fresh load of food that was recently delivered, that you thought Ickfully of your actions.

To think of yourself as a thief. For food?

How pathetic.

But, You had to survive.

You scoffed, “The lesser evil, I guess”, as you continued shoving pieces of bread into your satchel.

“I’d rather not choose between evil… Lesser or greater.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You stood completely still as the voice behind you boomed,

“What’s wrong, rabbit?

Wolf got your tongue?”

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Daisy, part 5: Love

A/N: I’m a slut for Daddy!Henry, if I’m totally honest. Nothing more to say.

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader and daughter

Warnings: Pure fluff

Wordcount: 2.241

Previous part

Part 5: Love

Daisy, 7 years old

You smiled as you looked at Daisy twirling around in her flower girl dress, her smile almost as wide as yours. Her eyes lit up every time she turned, and the skirt danced around her ankles. You grinned as you caught her eyes in the mirror, and she bounced over to you, her small arms wrapping around you. “You look beautiful, baby!” You whispered and kissed her temple. “You’re like a princess, mama.” She said, tugging at the white silk, that rested on your knee. You smiled.

If someone had told you 5 years ago that you were about to marry Henry Cavill, you’d have laughed straight in their face. But here you were, less than an hour to go, with your daughter bouncing around in her fluffy dress. It had honestly taken you by surprise – it was nothing but a normal evening, having family over for dinner, and Henry had found your eyes across the dirty dishes and smiled softly. You had looked at him funny, not really understanding the hidden question in his eyes. “Hey, have you ever thought about your last name?” He asked, putting the dish on the rack. You frowned. “Uh, no? Why? I mean, it’s… My last name.” He grinned and turned to you, the slight noises of your family and Daisy at the table filling the air – all of them were clearly oblivious to whatever was going on. “I was just wondering…” He had gotten down on one knee, hands still wet from the dishes, and pulled out a beautiful ring. Silver band with three stones on; one large, centered on the ring, and two smaller stone, all of them glinting beautifully in the light. Your family had hushed in the background, finally seeing what was going on in the kitchen. You gasped as you looked at the ring in his hands. “I was just wondering if you were particularly attached to it? I feel like Y/N Cavill has a nice ring to it.” You grinned widely, tears in your eyes. “Are you asking if I want to marry you?” You had said with a slight chuckle. “I am. I love you, I love our little girl, and this life we have. If you’ll have me, I’ll do my best to show you how much I love what our life is.” He said. “Y/N, will you marry me?” You nodded happily and heard Daisy squeal in happiness somewhere behind you. “Of course, I will!” He had slid the ring on your finger, and you had hugged him tightly, only breaking the hug when Daisy had pulled at your leg, so you could wrap her in your arms, while Henry’s circled around the both of you.

You family had been all smiles and tears, and here you were; six months later, in a beautiful, silk-gown that hugged your curves perfectly. The lace on the top made you feel ethereal along with the flowing sleeves that hung down from your arms. The veil hung low from your hair and flowed beautifully from you – it contrasted the silk wonderfully and the details of lace, where Daisy’s name was spelled out, flowed behind you. You felt beautiful. “Thank you, sweetheart.” “Daddy’s gonna lose it.” She said with a devious grin. You chuckled. “Ha, yeah?” You asked and stroked her hair, gently centering the flower crown on her hair. “I think he might cry.” You whispered. She nodded in agreement. “If he doesn’t, we have to start over.” She said surely. You grinned and stood up, smoothing shaking hands over your dress. “You ready, darling?” Your mom came out, a large smile on her face. As soon as she saw you and Daisy, her lower lip wobbled, and tears welled up in her eyes as she went to hug you. “Mom, easy. It’s just a wedding.” You tried to joke. “Oh, hush. You’re beautiful, both of you.” She said, pulling back from the hug and looked at Daisy with a soft gaze. “Let’s go get your momma hitched, huh?” She said, holding her hand out to Daisy, who nodded and wrapped her hand around your mothers. You grinned at your best friend and maid of honor, who came in and gathered the long veil in her arms, making sure it wasn’t crumbled or would be stepped on. You smiled gratefully at her and followed your mom and daughter to the car, that would take you to the rose-garden where Henry was waiting for you. Where your future would start.

You smiled nervously as the car stilled and you could hear the faint chatter and music from the garden, where everyone awaited you; you felt your breath hitch as the sun shone down on the bushes and flowers that led to your future husband.

Daisy jumped out of the car with your mom and when you got out, your mom hugged you tightly. “I’ll see you up there.” She whispered and you nodded once. Your best friend stood in front of you and handed you the bouquet of lilies, baby’s breath, and soft pink roses before she turned her front to the entrance. You heard the music change to the soft, dulcet tones of the music you’d chosen – the instrumental version of Here Comes The Sun rang out and you saw your friend move slowly away from you. Daisy held your hand tightly and refused to walk. “Honey, you’re supposed to walk before me.” You whispered. She shook her head. “Together, mama.” She insisted, her little voice full of determination. You smiled. “Together.” You whispered back, holding her little hand in yours as you began moving down the aisle.

You saw the faces of friends and family smile at you and Daisy as you walked past them, but you could barely focus on them – Henry’s smile was as bright as the sun, tears spilling silently and unabashedly down his cheeks as he saw the two of you move towards him. Daisy was sniffling next to you, and you saw the smile on her face; you mirrored it as you walked – too slowly in your opinion – to Henry’s waiting, outstretched hand. You stopped in front of him, Daisy still clinging to your hand. “Hi.” Was all you could whisper to him as you finally stood in front of him. “Hi, my love.” He whispered back. Daisy grabbed his hand and stood between the two of you, sun beaming down on you, as the music ebbed out and the priest stood in front of you.

“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast, it is not arrogant or rude…” The priest’s voice disappeared in your head as you looked into Henry’s wet eyes. They said so much in their insistent gaze, the love and admiration for you swirling behind the blue color. It was home.

“And now, the vows.” You breathed deeply and unfolded the piece of paper that had been tied to your bouquet. You handed the small piece of extra paper to Daisy, who took it gratefully and nodded with a smile.

“Henry. When I met you, I hardly dared to believe that you were real. I have loved you for a lifetime, maybe even before that, just not knowing you. Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much love a heart can hold. I never thought my heart could hold more love for anyone else but Daisy, but you came, and I realized that my heart didn’t have to hold more. You fit in, like pieces of a puzzle that I didn’t know I was missing, and made my heart grow tenfold. Your love for me, and for our daughter, has made me happier than I ever thought I could be.” You swallowed back tears and smiled at him. “I love you. No conditions, no reservations, noting but unbridled respect and honor.” You exhaled a shaky breath. “I fell in love with you as easily as I breathe. It was not in my ear, you whispered, but my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my very soul. I promise to love you for however long I exist.” You folded the paper back and wiped a tear from your cheek. He cleared his throat.

“For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.” He said in a strong voice, despite the wetness of his eyes. “I never found the vastness unbearable, until the fear of going back to the infinite, blank, vastness without you came. I had a hard time finding the words to describe the endless ebbs and flows of my love for you and for Daisy.” He smiled at your daughter, who sniffed and wiped tears away. “Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches, my love.” Tears overflowed in his eyes. “And I’d walk forever through the beaches and endless sand if it were to get to you.” He sighed and smiled happily. “I love you, and in you I found a love I never thought I would have. I love you.”

You sniffed and wiped another tear away, and Daisy drew a deep breath. “My turn?” She asked, a soft rumble of laughter coming from the pews. You looked at Henry, who looked surprised at your daughter – he didn’t know she wanted to talk. You nodded and she cleared her throat.

“Dad.” She looked to Henry, who already looked like he was on the verge of tears again. She smiled sweetly. “I remember the first time I thought this is my dad.” She sniffed, tears spilling over her cheeks, but she continued unrelentingly. “You were cuddled up on my bed, way too big for it, and you read The Little Prince and stroked my hair. I fell asleep and I right before, I heard you say that you love me.”

You were crying fully now. You didn’t know what she wanted to say – except for the part at the very end, you’d helped her with – and it took you aback how clearly she spoke and loved.

“I knew you loved my mom the first time I remember seeing you look at her, when she wasn’t looking. You had a crown on, and you just sat on the floor with me and looked at her with these eyes… And you held my hand and smiled.” She grinned at him. “I don’t know much, but I know love.” She gestured for you to hand her the final piece of paper in your hand, and you nodded and handed her it. “So… I hope you are okay with saying yes to more than just my mom.” She said quietly. “Because mama isn’t the only one who wants your name.” She unfolded the paper and handed it to him with shaking hands and Henry fully sobbed, falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around her, the adoption-papers in his hand as he hugged her tightly. You were crying wildly too, completely taken aback at his reaction. You could hear the soft sniffles and cries of the people in the pews, and you even saw the priest wipe a tear from his face.

“My darling girl, of course. I would love nothing more.” He didn’t let go of her as he stood, holding her tightly to his body as he nodded at the priest. “Ready to continue?” The priest asked. You all three nodded.

“Y/N Y/L/N do you take Henry Cavill…” You focused on Henry’s eyes as the priest asked if you wanted him. You said yes loudly and full of assuredness. There was no one else, you’d ever want. He almost gasped his answer, the yes falling over his lips as if he could hardly wait to say it.

“You may kiss your bride.” The priest finally said, and Henry kissed you deeply, his arms still holding tightly to Daisy; you returned the kiss with all the unsaid thanks and love in you, flowing into it.

As you walked down the aisle again, your hand in Henry’s free one, and his other hand supporting Daisy, rice and confetti raining down on you, you all three sported a wide smile and wet eyes. You felt the sun warm your body and you could barely contain yourself in your joy as you all three sat down in the car, that would drive you to the reception.

“I love you.” His voice was soft and gentle, like a caress to your heated skin. You looked at him, Daisy sitting between the two of you with a smile – and her trusted Pinkie in her hands – and bit your lip with glinting eyes.

“Do you think you can handle any more surprises for today?” You asked with a grin. He raised his eyebrow. “From you? Always.” You kissed his cheek softly. “We’re going to have to clear a room out in the house.” You whispered. Daisy looked at you, clearly confused. Henry’s face went through several emotions through a single second, before he gasped and looked to your stomach. “Are you…?” You nodded.

“Are you what, mama?” Daisy asked, clearly annoyed she wasn’t in on it. “You’re getting a brother or sister soon, love.” He said with tearful eyes and a grin, that might split his face in two. She rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air.

“Finally.” She murmured.

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Prompt List:

A/N: These aren't specifically dialogue lines, just a general concept for the oneshot. But if it fits, it could also be used as dialogue. And of course, these are inspired by Taylor Swift songs :)

Requests are Open

Fluff:

- "So you were never a saint, and I love these shades of wrong."

- "Help me hold onto you."

- "Please don't be in love with someone else."

- "Nothing safe is worth the drive home."

- "Baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name."

- "My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue. All's well it ends well to end up with you."

- "Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night."

- "I used to think love would be burning red, but it's golden."

- "Isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was an invisible string tying you to me."

- "I think he knows when we get all alone i'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay"

- "I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this."

- "Is this the end of all my endings, my broken bones are mending from all these nights we're spending."

- " One night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses and says, "you're my best friend."

- "Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere."

- "Would it be enough, if I could never give you peace."

- "Threw out the cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now. It's brighter now."

- "Loose lips sink ships all the damn time -- not this time."

- "We can't make any promises, now can we babe, but you can make me a drink."

- "Wherever you stray, I'll follow."

- "Only bought this dress so you would take it off."

- "I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy."

Angst:

- Second, third, and hundredth chances, balancin' on breaking branches. Those eyes add insult to injury

- "I can go anywhere I want, just not home."

- "I stayed there, dust collecting on my pinned up hair, they excepted me to find some perspective, but I stayed right where you left me."

- "This is falling in love in the cruelest way. This is falling for you when you are worlds away."

- "Should've kept every grocery store receipt because every scrap of you would be taken from me."

- "Gave you too much but wasn't enough, but I'll be alright it's just a thousand cuts."

- "I knew you'd haunt all of my what-if's."

- "She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head."

- "I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to."

- "People like people, but sometimes it doesn't work out."

- "Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you."

- "These hands had to let it go free and, this love came back to me."

- "And in the end in wonderland, we both went mad."

- "You wear your best apologies, but I was there to watch you leave."

- "I won't ask you to wait, if you don't ask me to stay."

- "Haunted by the look in my eyes that would've loved you for a lifetime."

- You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else."

- "With your face, and your beautiful eyes. The conversations and the little white lies."

- "I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending."

- "Don't want any other shade of blue but you. No other sadness in the world would do."

Somewhere Inbetween

- "If one thing had been different, would everything be different."

- "You look like my next mistake. Love's a game, want to play."

- "We were built to fall apart, then fall back together."

- "We broke the status quo, then we broke each other's hearts."

- "The monster's turned out to be just trees, when the sun came out you were looking at me."

- "Long drive that could end in burning flames or paradise."

- I thought heaven can't help me now. Nothing lasts forever, but this is going to take me down."

- "Sometimes I wonder how you think about it now, and I see your face in every crowd."

- "I scream for whatever it's worth, I love you ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard."

- "In loosing grip on sinking ships, you showed up just in time."

- "It's a goddamn blaze in the dark, and you started it. You started it."

- "They told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential."

- "Just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you've seen."