#yennefer x male reader

[bumblesimagines]

you were wrong about everything.

we were never meant to be together.

Yennefer

you were wrong about everything.

we were never meant to be together.

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

"And what did we learn today, Kaspar?" You asked the boy teasingly as you wrapped bandages around the cut on his forearm. His dirt-covered cheeks puffed out and reddened with embarrassment. By far your favorite patient, Kaspar had a habit of getting into all sorts of trouble that always ended with him sitting in your shop seeking treatment for a bump or cut. 

"I shouldn't take Father's horse without permission." He muttered and you chuckled at the dejected look on his face. He'd managed to get away with falling off a horse with only minor bruises and a cut, but the scare had frightened his poor mother. Nodding with a smile, you straightened up and dipped your hands into the bucket of water, rinsing it clean of dirt and smudges of blood. You dried them off with a rag and fetched a basket of baked goods. His eyes lit up and he eagerly took it from your hands, shuffling through it until he found the pie. 

"Remember to share!" You called out him as he shoved some of the pie into his mouth and scurried out of your shop. With a soft laugh, you began collecting things off the table and putting them back in their rightful place. The front door creaked loudly, signaling someone else had entered the shop. You ensured everything appeared tidy before rounding the corner and putting on your best smile, only for it to drop immediately at the sight of the raven-haired mage. 

"(Y/N)," She greeted softly, unusual for the coldhearted woman who'd taken your heart and shattered it without thinking twice. She looked the same yet different all at the same time. Her vibrant violet eyes looked softer, gentler. The furrow in her brow that had once seemed permanent had vanished and she even appeared to seem... meek. 

"Why have you come crawling back to my doorstep?" 

"I wanted to see you again. I... I wanted to prove that you were wrong about everything. I've- I've changed." Yennefer spoke, her warm and hesitant voice unnerving. The last time you'd seen the mage, she'd been a force to be reckoned with, even without using her powers. Every move Yennefer made had always been calculated. Every word she uttered, every insult she spat, every spell she casted. Calculated and planned. And yet, standing there before your door, she looked out of place in her own body. 

"You've changed? You, Yennefer of Vengerberg? The same woman who told me I'd been a hopeless fool to believe there'd ever be a world where she ever loved me? The same woman who looked down on me for choosing to help people over slithering around a court?" You scoffed softly and her head bowed in shame and regret. "What was I wrong about, Yennefer? Are you no longer a heartless, selfish bitch who's going to die alone and forgotten?" 

"(Y/N)-"

"I don't believe for a second you've come here to prove anything. We were never meant to be together. Anything between us has long died along with any affection I held for you. If you've come here because you need something, I suggest you go looking elsewhere, Yennefer of Vengerberg."

[atlasthegreatest]

- Atlas Masterlist - [Requests are open]

▪️Male reader

▫️Female reader

🔲 Gender neutral

🔳 Male/ Female Oc

Avatar: The Legend Of Korra/ The Last Airbender:

Asami Sato:

🔳 - War of Hearts- I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, XI, X , XI

Avatar Korra:

Butterfly Effect

Lin Beifong

Katara

Suyin Beifong

Mako

Bolin

Azula:

▫️Unexpected Shelter

Senna

Kya

Kuvira

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth Chase:

🔲- Strategic Minds and Wild Hearts

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Thalia Grace

Piper McLean

Hazel Levesque

Nico DiAngelo

Sally Jackson

Silena Beauregard

Drew Tanaka

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Narcissa Black

Lily Evans

Daphne Greengrass

Narcissa Black

Ginny Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Penny Haywood :

- Baby Problems

Cassandra Vole:

▪️- Unexpected Surprises

▪️- Tme Wrap: Bizarrely Adventures!

▪️- Beneath the Starlit Tower

Scream:

Sidney Prescott :

▪️ Flight or Figth

Tara Carpenter:

▪️ A Nigth Out

Gale Weathers

Sam Carpenter:

▪️A Nigth to Remember

Fairy Tail:

Erza Scarlet:

🔲- A Taste of Love

Natsu Dragneel

Grey Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia :

🔲 - Friends…? Friends.

Mirajane Strauss

Juvia Lockser

Irene Belserion

Attack On Titan:

Mikasa Ackerman:

▫️ Fake It ‘Till You Break It - I

▫️She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Eren Yeager

Historia Reiss

Annie Leonheart

Pieck Finger

Jean Kriestean

Sasha Braus

Hange Zoe

Marvel Universe:

Natasha Romanoff:

▫️A Hero’s First Flight

▪️Breaking the Chains

Laura Kinney:

▪️Into the Wild

▪️Into the Void

▪️Tréfre à Quatre Feuilles

Jean Grey:

◾️ Unspoken Truth

Emma Frost

Wanda Maximoff

Maria Hill:

▫️A Hero’s First Flight

▫️ A Trick of the Light

Cindy Moon:

▪️ The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

▪️Tréfle à Quatre Feuilles

Gwen Stacy:

▪️ Tangled in the Web

🔲- Through the Webs of the Night

Felicia Hardy

Mary-Jane Watson:

🔲- The Jackpot

Ororo Monroe

DC Universe:

Cassandra Cain:

▪️The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

▪️The Super’s Bats

🔲- Silent Glances and Secret Smiles

🔲- Shadows of the Past — Birds of a Feather pt.2 — Weight of Memories pt.3 — Weight of the Past pt.4

▪️Shadows of Grief

🔲- A New Begining

▫️ Quiet Echoes of Love

▫️ Cracks in the Shell

◾️ Trèfle à Quatre Feuilles

Helena Bertinelli:

▫️Under the Spotlight

Barbara Gordon:

▫️- Cards on the Table - Wild Card pt.2

🔲- Late Nights and Love Notes

Dick Grayson:

🔲- Breaking the Ice

Poison Ivy

Kara Zor-El:

▫️The Flight of the Owl

Wonder Woman:

▪️The Wonder and the Guardian of Themyscira

▫️Unseen Bonds

Cassandra Sandsmark

Zatanna Zatara

Talia al Ghul:

▫️Duty and Devotion

▫️ A Not-So-Quiet Visit

◾️ A Dangerous Game

Lady Shiva

Starfire:

▫️Tangled Paths

The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals:

Caroline Forbes:

▪️ Late Night Talking

Katherine Pierce:

🔲- Blood Ties

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshal

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson:

🔲- Bound by Blood

Davina Clare

Freya Mikaelson

The Witcher:

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Acotar:

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Morrigan

Elain Archeron

K-pop/K-drama girls (to add more):

Aespa:

Yu Jimin:

▪️ Where it Begins

Aeri Uchinaga:

🔲- Fractured Lines

Kim Minjeong:

▫️Sweet Beginnings

Ning Yizhou:

▫️Heat of the Moment

Red Velvet:

Bae Joohyun:

▫️ Nobody Knows

Park Sooyoung:

🔲- The Way You Make Me Feel

Ive:

Ahn Yujin:

🔲- Bound by The Distance Between Us

Jang Wonyoung:

▫️Love Game

Twice:

Sana Minatozaki:

🔲- Operation: Sweet Serenade

🔲- A Love Worth Celebrating

Park Jihyo:

🔲- A Winter Surprise

🔲- Unexpectedly Yours

Mina Myoui:

▫️Soundtrack of the Heart

Katseye:

Yoonchae Jeong:

🔲- A Glance Across the Field

Sophia Laforteza:

▫️Twinkling Lights and Crimson Blushes

Daniela Avanzini:

🔲- More Than Pretend

Le Sserafim

Girls Generation

All of us are dead:

Choi Namra:

🔲- A Spark in the Chaos

Doona

Squid Game

Manhwa/comics ( to add more):

Navier Trovi :

- 🔳 Honor me of this dance

Penelope Eckart

Samantha Wilkins/ Atom Eve

Mark Grayson /Invincible

Video game girls ( to add more):

Laura Croft:

🔲- Between Adventures — Beneath the Surface pt.2

▪️ Treasures of the Heart

▪️ A Game of Hearts and Ruins

Jill Valentine:

▪️Through Fire and Ruin Against the Clock pt.2

Haley Carter (Stadew Valley):

🔲- Daylight

Sadie Adler (Red Dead Redemption):

🔲- Kindred Flames

Sam Giddings (Until Dawn)

Kitanna (Mortal Kombat)

Sonya Blade (Mortal Kombat)

Claire Redfield

Ada Wong

TV Shows/ Series (to add more):

Miraculous Ladybug:

Marinette Dupain- Cheng/ Ladybug

Kagami

Chlöe Bourgeois

Arcane/League of Legends:

Caitlyn Kiramman:

▫️The Edge of Loyalty

Mel Merdada:

▪️ Alchemy of Minds

Luxanna (Lux)

KD/A

Got/HotD:

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

◾️ A Union of Ice and Fire

Daenerys Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Teen Wolf:

Lydia Martin

Kira Yukimura

Allison Argent

Bridgerton:

Daphne Bridgerton

Francesca Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Fate: The Winx Saga:

Bloom

Stella

Flora

Scooby-Doo: Mysteries S.A:

Daphne Blake

XO, Kitty:

Yuri Han

Kitty

Power Rangers:

Rpm:

▪️Reunion Amid the Chaos

Megaforce/Supermegaforce:

▪️Good’ol Journey

Lego Ninjago:

Nya Smith

Grey’s Anatomy:

Meredith Grey

Christina Yang

Addison Montgomery

Lexie Grey

Naruto ( to add more):

Hinata Hyuga:

▫️Blossoms Between Clouds

Sakura Haruno:

▫️A New Tide

Tsunade Senju:

▫️Quiet Storm

Kushina Uzumaki:

▫️Unbreakble Ties

[derelictlovefool]

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Author: Achilles, he/him & they/them pronouns

Status: Hobbyist, low writing activity

Writing: OC x Canon, Reader Insert, Original Fiction

Requests/Suggestions: Open

note: i'm a full time student so any requests I get will be done when and if I have time and they spark my interest!

Active in regards to fandoms & characters simply means most enthused about and interested in writing, inactive means least interested in writing but still willing if the idea sparks my creativity.

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active | inactive | semi active

Far Cry 5 | Supernatural | The Last of Us | Marvel | DC | Doctor Who | Sweeney Todd | The Witcher | Dying Light 2 | Z Nation | Inkheart | Bridgerton | Slashers | Outlast | Resident Evil | Overwatch | Undertale/Deltarune | Ib | TWD Telltale | Motor Crush | The Arcana | Kingsman

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active | inactive | semi active

Faith Seed | John Seed | Joseph Seed | Jacob Seed | Sharky Boshaw | Hurk Drubman Jr | Adelaide Drubman | Jerome Jeffries | Mary May Fairgrave | Eli Palmer | Grace Amestrong | Joey Hudson | Staci Pratt

Dean Winchester | Sam Winchester | Castiel | Charlie Bradbury ||| Joel | Tess ||| Wade Wilson | Tony Stark | Pepper Potts | Bucky Barnes | Steve Rodgers | Thor Odinson | Bruce Banner | Natasha Romanoff | Clint Barton ||| Harley Quinn

The Doctor (4, 9-15) | Jack Harkness | Rose Tyler | Donna Noble ||| Sweeney Todd | Mrs Lovett ||| Geralt of Rivera | Jaskier/Dandelion | Yennefer of Vennenberg ||| Hakon | Aiden | Lawan | Frank ||| Alvin Murphy | Roberta Warren | Addison Carver | Cassandra | Sarge | George St Claire

Mo | Dustfinger ||| Penelope Featherington | Benedict Bridgerton | Anthony Bridgerton | Colin Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Kate Sharma | Edwina Sharma ||| Jason Voorhees | Michael Myers | Bubba Sawyer | Brahms Heelshire | Thomas Hewitt

Eddie Gluskin ||| Ethan Winters | Karl Heisenberg | Alcina Dimitrescu | Donna Benniviento | Slavator Monreau | Mia Winters | Chris Redfield | Leon Kennedy | Ada Wong | Claire Redfield

Jack Morrison | Gabriel Reyes | Cole Cassidy | Genji Shimada | Hanzo Shimada | Mei ||| Sans | Papyrus | Asgore | Undyne | Mettaton | Queen ||| Gary ||| Calax Gothard | Domino Swift | Lola Del Carmen | Sonoya Vernilion ||| Asra | Nadia | Dorian | Portia | Muriel ||| Merlin/Hamish Mycroft

OC's: David Thorn (Slasher), Z (God Symbiote), Xander (Robot)

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Tropes I enjoy writing:

Variations of the Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers | Childhood Friends | Neighbour across the hall/street | Mutual Pining | Devotion and Obsession | Making each other worse | Making each other better | Romance in Violence | Ride or Die Friends | Royal Guard/Gardener x Royalty | Crime Boss x Bodyguard | Dog Coded x Cat Coded | Fuck Love Triangles Make it Poly | Fake Dating | Meet Cute and more!

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— male/trans/enby/gn!reader (I'm here for the guys and gays)

— oc x canon, oc x oc, canon x canon, reader x canon, reader x oc

— sfw & nsfw

— platonic, queer-platonic, romantic, familial, etc.

— headcannons, one-shots, multi-parts

— AU's, crossovers

— gore, violence, toxic relationships, death/angst

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— fem!reader (There's thousands out there already y'know)

— genderbends

— pregnancy related topics

— self harm topics

— incest, paedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia and any of that nasty crap

— non-con

— infidelity

— Characters I really don't know or care about </3

[metalgearwitcher]

What I WILL write: Fluff Angst Hurt/Comfort Gender Neutral reader Fem Reader Male Reader MLM, MLW WLW Platonic (all underage characters are auto-platonic) Smut Pregnancy dark topics (suicide, murder, death, sh etc) canon typical violence ( there is a lot of it in these franchises, they are anti war stories afterall maybe not depicting some of the things that happen in canon it but I can still reference them )

Will Not Write Non-con Yandere Underage "disturbing" kinks (usually meaning involving noncon partners, violence or bodily functions, mostly) feel free to ask if your kink is ok or not) Character x Character AUs ( sorry not my thing)

I will not judge you at all for any kinks or personal interests - do not be afraid to message me with any questions you have

will some detail with the requests like a prompt, but not so much that I'm just writing your OC

am a slow writer. I might take a while to finish a request

If there is a character that isn't on the following lists, ask about them to see if I write for them

character list below the RM

Metal Gear

I'm not familiar enough with metal gear rising to write for those characters but most of the others are fair game

MGS character list

Solid Snake

Big Boss or Naked Snake

Revolver Ocelot

Otacon

Meryl Silverburgh

Johnny Sasaki

Sniper Wolf

Zero

EVA

Para-Medic

Kazuhira Miller

Strangelove

Cécile

Venom Snake

Quiet

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The Witcher Iv only gone through the Witcher 3 so I'm not familiar with the previous games, so I will do research to write for some of the more popular characters like Vernon Roche and Iorveth

This is based on the game version the characters not the tv show. I still like the show I just think there should be more content for the game characters ( though I might make an exemption for Jaskier I love him too much to exclude)

I'm not finished with the book series yet but I may included details from it and reference book only stuff or use characterization if there isn't enough detail for them in the games, I will probably add more characters when I'm finished with the books, like Milva

Witcher character list Ciri

Geralt of Rivia

Dandelion

Jaskier (TV)

Triss Merigold

Shani

Vesemir

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Eskel

Lambert

Vernon Roche

Iorveth

Cerys an Craite

Regis

Ves

[thewritersaddictions]

The Witcher: The Mages

Yennefer

Kinktober Series- Day Eighteen (10/18/23)

Triss

Istredd

The Mages-

[mrwitcher]

I'll Wait

Yen x GN Reader

((this is a mix of show and book canon on what happened at sodden and what happened post))

Yennefer slept quietly on your bed, her black hair haloed around her. After the battle of sodden hill, the survivors went off to lick their wounds. Yen had been healed like the rest of the mages, but ever since she's been out cold. No amount of yelling her name or shaking her could make her stir. That was over a week ago now. It took some convincing but you managed to show that you would be capable of taking care of Yennefer. You've diligent, carefully giving her potions and never being too far away.

You walked into your room, potion in hand. You sat on the edge of the bed, your hand moved a few stray hairs away from Yennefer's face. She was like a sleeping princess, trapped by a curse, waiting for true love's kiss. But this was Yennefer. She was also the witch who laid the curse and could break it herself. Either way, you leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. You watched her for a moment as she slept peacefully on. Well, it was worth a shot. You popped the top off the potion bottle.

A groan slipped from Yennefer's lips. It startled and you almost dropped the bottle.

"Yennefer?"

Yennefer's eyes fluttered opened. her piecing purple gaze looked up at you.

"(Y/N)?"

"Wait, wait. Here," You said, putting the bottle to her lips, helping her drink it before running off to the kitchen.

After a moment, you were back with bread and water. Yennefer was sitting up in your bed, eyes drifting around the room.

"I figured you'd be hungry," You said, moving to sit on the corner of the bed again, tray in hand.

"I am," She said, wasting no time grabbing the bread and ripping a chunk off.

Yennefer ate the bread before chugging the water.

"What day is it?" She asked, wiping water away from her mouth.

"It's been over a week since the battle," You told her.

Yennefer swore then bit her lip. Her brows were pressed down hard and her mind was working like crazy.

"(Y/N)," She said, snapping out of her thoughts. "Tell me what happened."

You nodding and diligently listed off everything you knew, including who survived and who didn't. Yennefer stayed quiet, pensively staring down. After a moment she pushed the blankets off of herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed. You grabbed her hand.

"There are things that need to be taken care of. I've missed so much already," She snapped.

"I know, I know," You said, "But... Yennefer... You've just woken up."

"Yes, a week late."

"Yennefer. Stay for a bit. At least for my sake," You said.

The frown on Yennefer's face tightened as her eyes went to the empty potion bottles sitting on your bedside table.

"You've been taking care of me. Was it by yourself?" She asked.

"I had some instructions, but it's just been me."

"Why?"

You shrugged, "They wanted to keep you in an infirmary with a bunch of other people. I wanted to make sure you were taken care of."

Your heart skips as Yennefer's hand moved up and her fingers brushed your cheek.

"I'll stay for a few days," Yennefer smiled, "For your sake."

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

The Witcher Masterlist

[TV Series & The Witcher 3]

~Series~

The Dragonborn Series

Crossover AU with The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Geralt and Jaskier meet a stranger in the woods while on the hunt for a special monster. They decide to team up but neither does Geralt realize that his prey is close to him nor does the stranger notice he’s the one being hunted…

[M!Reader x Geralt of Rivia]

Mini-Series:

Part I

Part II 

Related Stories:

Don’t Steal From a Dragon - Coming Soon

[M!Reader x Geralt of Rivia]

Geralt doesn’t return to their hut and Y/N is worried. A certain bard ends up visiting him and telling him about the witcher’s capture by mutant-haters. The dragon in him is furious and a few hours later, a black shadow appears in the sky, prepared to return his soulmate back to his side.

Unfamiliar Eyes - Coming Soon

[M!Reader x Geralt of Rivia]

It felt like home, a safe haven - just for him and his love. His heart swelled with anticipation and excitement whenever he entered that hut in the woods. Until it didn't anymore. He could no longer recognize the look in Y/N's eyes.

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A Wolf’s Heart

witcher!reader - The Witcher animation: Nightmare of the Wolf

The life of a witcher is ruled by two things. Coin and monsters. Yet when Y/N looks at his mentor both fade into the background and a third variable enters the picture… But witchers don’t have it easy with love. And Y/N doesn’t seem to be an exception...

[M!Reader x Deglan]

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

[superwholockian444]

Jaskier: Toss a coin to your Witcher

Me: O' VALLEY OF PENIS

[x-reader-theater]

Hold me Tight, for the Days are Long {6}

Relationship: Geralt of Rivia X Male!Disabled!Reader

Summary: Arrows. Why did it have to be arrows?

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Word Count: 1027 words

A/N: Last chapter! Thank you so much for being so understanding and I know this is kind of a short end but I have ideas for a third and final piece! I really hope you liked this and if y’all could please go and reblog and comment on the previous chapters, I would be so eternally grateful. Please like, reblog, and comment on what you think. Here, without further ado, the final chapter of  Hold me Tight, for the Days are Long. 

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Next Book [X]

Chapter 6: Arrows Pierce far Deeper than Words. 

You travel with Geralt and Jaskier for a few more months after that. Slowly with time you feel your ribs healing. Little by little but it's getting there. You can fight again, albeit not incredibly well. 

It's night time when it happens. It's nighttime when you die. 

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"Geralt?" You ask the man laying underneath you. No matter what that man says he always wants to be in charge. He looks up at you, his arm underneath his head, his other wrapped around your middle. "How long do you think this will last?" He frowns at you. "I'm just wondering. How long." 

"Are you saying you want to leave?" Geralt asks, and you shake your head. 

"No no. Melitele no." You shake your head vigorously as you sit up, placing your hands on Geralt's chest. "I just want your honest opinion. I trust you." 

Geralt frowns but doesn't say anything. "I don't want to say it." He looks up at the stars and mumbles more to himself than anyone else, "I don't want to say it for fear of disappointment." 

Your eyes fill with sadness and you lean up, kissing him underneath his jaw. It's scratchy. He hasn't been able to shave his face in a few days though you've seen him sharpening his dagger a few times over the course of the past few days. 

"Don't worry. I'm not going to be leaving you any time soon." You smile and Geralt leans down, kissing you softly. 

You hear a groan from a few feet above you. "Would you please go to sleep? I need to rest my voice for when we get into town tomorrow!" Jaskier whispers angrily to the two of you. 

You laugh and Geralt huffs as he pulls you in tight, letting you bury yourself in the crook of his neck. 

Geralt falls asleep easily, but you stay awake, this sudden creeping feeling piercing the back of your skull. You didn't notice it before, but it was there. You clench your silver fist and push yourself up slowly off Geralt. He stirs for a moment but quickly falls back into a deep sleep. He hadn't been sleeping much, staying up to protect you the past few days, so he was as exhausted as you feel right now. You can see it on his face how content he is to be sleeping right now. 

You walk over to your sword and quickly pick it up, scanning your surroundings in the dark, looking for whatever's making you so paranoid. You think you hear something shaking in the bushes, and turn quickly to see what it is. It's an arrow. It's coming for your head. 

You quickly bring your sword up and move out of the way, knocking the arrow off course just enough that it barely manages to touch a single hair on your head. You pivot your foot so you're balanced again, and just in time too because another arrow comes flying out of the bushes. You bring your sword up to deflect, and you do, but another arrow shoots out from the darkness, probably from another Hunter, and it strikes you in your arm, just above where silver meets flesh. You groan in pain but hold up your sword, your arm going limp, the silver dragging you down. 

Another arrow flies out and you bring your sword up to strike it, but your silver arm is throwing you off balance. You shift, trying to dodge out of the way. You groan again in pain as the arrow finds its mark in your chest. Right above your heart. 

This time you scream, letting out all your frustrations as you surge forward, holding your sword aloft on your right hand but it's heavy. Swords are meant for two hands. Steel is a heavy material. You feel anger course up through you and you crash through the brush. There's two people there. Humans. They ready their bows but you strike them down. You thrust forward into the first one, but the second one pulls out a dagger. They plunge it into your back and you scream once again into the inky blackness of the looming forest around you. You turn and swing. You feel your blade connect with flesh. Then bone. Then flesh. Then air. 

You stumble back out of the bushes and into the clearing once again. You reach for the knife at your shoulder and tug, releasing a scream from your throat as you do. That startles Jaskier from his sleep. Geralt is still out. 

Jaskier sits up and looks around wildly before narrowing his eyes and looking at you. 

"[Y/N]?" He asks quietly. 

You go to speak but blood trickles out of your mouth. Jaskier goes to help you, but you put a hand up, making sure he doesn't move. "No," you manage to eek out. "Tell him I left. Tell him I had to leave." Jaskier looks like he's about to rush up to you but you speak before he can. "Tell him [Y/N] [L/N] loves him." 

Jaskier goes to open his mouth but something stops him from doing it. He just stands there as you turn around. You feel the pin prick of tears in the corners of your eyes as you limp out into the forest. You don't look behind you. 

Then the tears fall. 

You can feel yourself sobbing but you don't dare make a sound. The pain in your back trusts you forward into the forest but the more you trip and pull yourself up, the more soaked you feel. You know you're leaving a trail of blood in your wake. You don't care. 

You trip on a root. You fall. You don't get up again. 

You don't know how long you lay like that,but the sky starts to turn pink by the time someone finds you. She's familiar. She leans over you and she whispers something under her breath. You start to feel less pain as she bends over you. Dark hair. Pretty face. She's the woman from the tavern. 

You pass out from blood loss.

[teawrites01]

Don’t Forget About Me (Part 1)

Geralt x Reader

My first ever imagine. Please send me constructive criticism. I’m super embarrassed that people will read this. I hope you enjoy it though! Even if you think it sucks I hope you at least get a good laugh!

This was also done on mobile so sorry for the format.

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It had been four years since Y/N had joined Geralt and Jaskier on their adventures and every moment of it had been pure bliss. It seemed like every turn in the road revealed something even more exciting than the last. Y/N grew up in a small town, born into a family of five. Being the middle child, she had been what seemed like nearly forgotten. Day after day she had worked in the family inn with the knowledge that it would be that way for the rest of her life. But even at the age of 21, though it seemed like nothing was going to change, she still yearned for adventure, still longed to see what the world looked like outside of her village. When a large brooding male one day walked into her family's inn, covered in what looked like grime from his travels, she knew that he was her way out. And now there they were. It took several years for Geralt to finally soften towards Y/N, with the help of Jaskier of course, and express how much he cared for the young woman. It had since been the three of them, the two lovebirds and their best friend. Y/N had never been happier… until the week when an old flame from Geralt’s past made an appearance. Yennefer.

Y/N silently trailed her love and the woman holding his attention, Jeskier sending worried glances her way. It had been a week of this. Where normally she would be happily prancing alongside the large male, only releasing his hand to investigate new sights around the trail, she was following behind whilst he excitedly talked with Yennefer. To say she was hurt was an understatement. She had never felt such heartache. This first appeared as guilt. Guilt for feeling like she was clingy, and in constant need of Geralt’s attention. After several days, doubt and insecurity started to settle in. Did Geralt love her? Or was she just company while he waited for his real twin flame? At night, she would settle into their shared pile of blankets, waiting for him to join her, though she always fell asleep before he left Yenefer’s side to sleep next to her. Jaskier tried his best to assure her that Geralt was just excited about seeing an old friend again, but Y/N couldn’t seem to shake her doubt.

Arriving at the inn they were travelling to was such a relief, Y/N could barely hold back tears. She needed the privacy to finally release the heart wrenching sobs she had been holding in. The second Geralt placed their room key in her palm, muttering something about joining her after some drinks with Yennefer, she took off, not catching the look of surprise passing over Geralt’s face. The moment she shut their room’s door behind her, a choked sob left her mouth. The ache in her chest grew as she imagined Geralt laughing with Yen, not missing her presence at all. Hours passed and after bathing and tying her hair back in a braid, Y/N slipped into the soft, warm bed. Though the warmth was of little comfort– it felt empty without Geralt. These thoughts only brought more tears to her eyes. Y/N let out a soft gasp and shut her eyes to appear as if she was sleeping when she heard the door creak open.

“Y/N, I know you’re awake. It’s just me.” She popped one puffy eye open at the sound of Jaskier’s voice. He made his way across the room and settled on top of the blankets next to her.

“Is everything alright?“ Y/N asked as she sat up quickly, worry blossoming in her chest. Images of everything that could possibly be going wrong downstairs flew through her mind.

“Everything’s fine, although I’m worried about you, Y/N.” Jaskier’s eyes met hers with the intensity only a caring friend could carry. She could hear the concern in his voice, which made her eyes well up once more. A small sob left her lips and she threw herself into his arms.

“You’re okay, I’m here.” He comforted her, holding her close to him. Y/N couldn’t put into words how grateful she was for her best friend. The two of them were inseparable. Both filling the roles of trouble-maker in Geralt’s life, they had become fast friends and a team.

“He wants her. He’s going to leave me behind for her.” Having her insecurities fall out of her mouth made her relax, but shortly after she felt the reality of her words sink in. “I’m going to be alone again…” Y/N’s voice broke. The true fear of feeling once again the way she had felt in her hometown crushed her. Eventually, her sobs stopped and she went completely silent. Her heart was racing and burning cold shivers shot up her body.

“You’re okay. He loves you so much, Y/N, he’s just caught up in reminiscing. You know that he needs you just as much as you need him. And besides, I’m not going anywhere. Whatever would I do without you to help me irritate the shit out of Geralt?” He elbowed Y/N softly at the last bit. Y/N looked up at her best friend and gave him a watery smile.

“Thank you Jaskier.” She wished she could put into words how much her friend meant to her, but in that moment a simple thank you was all she could muster.

The two of them quickly turned their heads towards the door as it was flung open to reveal Geralt. He was clearly intoxicated as his cheeks were flushed and he held a lazy smile on his face. His eyes shifted between the two of them before landing on Y/N’s tear stained face. His smile immediately dropped and concern lit his eyes.

“Alright, I’m going to call it a night. You know where to find me.” Jaskier softly stated as he rose from Y/N’s side. She watched as he whispered something to Geralt. Geralt gave him a nod of thanks and only started towards her once the door had shut.

“Are you alright my dear?” He cautiously started, staggering over to the bed. His soft words sent a pain through her chest.

“Yes. I must just be overtired from our travels!” She pushed her voice to sound much more chipper than she was feeling. Geralt studied her for a moment, his face revealing how little he believed her.

“Are you sure? I’m here if you need me, always.” She wanted to scoff at his words, but was far too timid to do so.

“Yes, Geralt, I’m fine. I just want to sleep. I’m exhausted. Is that okay?“ he sighed at her words knowing she was shutting him out. But he didn’t want to push her, in fear of her completely shutting down.

“Of course. I’m going to wash up and then I will join you.” He watched her for another moment before slowly moving towards the attached room which held a bath. Before he returned, Y/N was fast asleep.

The following morning Y/N awoke to the sun shining through the window. Soft sun beams landed on her face, making her squint. She laid there watching the dust particles float in the air, listening closely to the sound of people talking and laughing in the cavern below her. The sheer normalcy of it spread a smile across her face.

“Good morning, my dear.” Geralt’s arm tightened around her waist.

“Good morning.” She softly replied. However, her joy was short-lived as she remembered who slept in the room beside them. She found herself shifting away and scurrying toward the bathroom. In the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Geralt sitting up in bed, watching as she hurried away.

By the time she was done in the bathroom he had left their room, most likely getting ready to deal with why they were in this town to begin with. Geralt had been hired to deal with a nasty kikimore that had wandered uncharacteristically close to town. Y/N had never seen one in person, but had heard the stories Geralt shared about his time in swamps. She cringed at the thought.

Sighing, she gathered all of her things and prepared to head downstairs to the cavern where she knew her group would be waiting. The plan was to take care of the kikimore on their way out of town and then continue towards their end goal of Kaer Morhen. Geralt had often mentioned how excited he was to introduce Y/N to Vesemire. The memory warmed her chest and gave her a small boost of confidence to walk towards her friends and lover. As she neared, Geralt’s eyes met hers. She sent a soft smile his way and sat next to him.

“I love you.” he whispered, his breath fanning across her ear. It was rare for him to show affection in public unless he was making a statement as to who Y/N belonged to. No other men would bother her after the Witcher made the message obvious.

“I love you too.” Y/N smiled up at him. She could feel Yennefer’s gaze on her from across the table as they shared the moment. But she wouldn’t let it bother her. Not today. She did, however, glance over to meet Jaskier’s stare. He was smiling at her. She smiled back and rolled her eyes as he mouthed, “I told you so”.

The group quickly finished breakfast and headed out towards the stable to collect Roach. Y/N smiled as she pulled a few pieces of fruit from breakfast out of her pocket. Whenever they stayed at an inn she was sure to bring Roach a treat. Roach whinnied at her approach and bobbed her head up and down in delight.

“Clearly she has a new favourite.” Yennefer’s voice wiped the smile from Y/N’s face. She pushed past Y/N and started petting Roach, staring at Y/N down the bridge of her nose. Though her words weren’t intentionally hurtful, Y/N couldn’t stop her mind from thinking through all the times Yennefer had most likely done the same as Y/N. After all, she had once travelled with Geralt and had known him for much longer. Y/N quietly passed the fruit over to Yennefer, who looked surprised.

“She likes it best if you don’t mix the fruit when you feed it to her. Give them to her one at a time.” Y/N softly explained and walked away. She decided to wait at the stable entrance for everyone to be ready to leave. Jaskier soon joined her and stood with her silently. He didn’t need to say anything for Y/N to understand he was there to give her comfort. Y/N let out a slow breath before turning towards where Geralt looked to be having a rather intense conversation with Yennefer.

“Did you say something to him?” Y/N accused.

“I just mentioned that Yennefer was getting a little too close for anyone’s comfort,” Jaskier defended himself. Y/N couldn’t help but lean into him, hoping that he understood her gratitude. “Besides, I don’t like how she treats you. The sooner he gets sick of her and tells her to leave the better.” Jaskier leaned back into Y/N. “I should write a song about this. What would I title it?” At that, Y/N turned sharply to jab him in the side. The two of them continued playfully bickering until Geralt made his way towards them, leading Roach with Yen in tow. Y/N couldn’t argue that the two of them looked good together. Yennefer was beautiful, with her thick dark hair, feminine curves and not to mention how powerful and intelligent she was. She and the white-haired Witcher would be a perfect match. An unstoppable couple. Insecurity came creeping back in. Y/N watched Geralt turn to send a small nod to Yennefer. In that moment Y/N knew that if being with Yen meant Geralt was happy then she would step aside. There was nothing she wanted more than to ensure that Geralt was happy. And it would kill her to be the one in the way of it.

After several hours of walking, Geralt finally stopped.

“We are near,” He stated, sending a chill down Y/N’s spine. This was one creature she did not want to come face to face with. “We will set up camp at the side of the road here. I’ll be back before nightfall.” Geralt commanded. Yennifer and Jaskier slowly moved over to where Geralt had referred to and started setting up camp.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Y/N turned to face the Witcher as he spoke.

“Please be careful. I don’t want to spend my night sewing you up.” She joked. He smiled down at her and moved closer to wrap his arms around her smaller body.

“I love you.” He muttered against her hair.

“And I love you.” She reached up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. They stood together for a moment, appreciating each other's company. Though Geralt had left her at camp many times to do just this, it never made it easier. Y/N was always left with the fear that he wouldn't return. Much too soon, Geralt pulled away, gave her hand a squeeze, and started walking in the opposite direction. He slowed for a moment to call over his shoulder,

“Yen, are you coming?”

Y/N’s heart dropped into her stomach. She couldn't help but stare in shock, unaware this was part of the plan. While she trusted Geralt to be alone with Yennefer, she didn’t trust Yen. She also couldn’t help but feel hurt that while Geralt asked Yennefer to accompany him, he had never asked her. Not once. While she may not have been able to wield magic, she could wield a sword and bow rather confidently. She turned towards Jaskier to see him already looking at her. They watched Geralt and Yennefer walk away and eventually disappear from sight.

“I can’t believe–” Jaskier didn’t get to finish before Y/N turned on her heel and walked away. Jaskier watched in shock as she made her hands busy with starting a fire. It was very unlike her to act out in frustration, but by the way she was slamming pieces of wood down onto the ground, he would even go as far as to say she was angry. She stopped suddenly and let out a huff of air before saying,

“If he wants to have her as a companion that’s fine, I won’t stand in the way. However, I won’t be sitting here forever waiting for him to come back. If he’s happier with her then so be it.” Jaskier knew that this little blow up didn’t come from the one instance of Geralt taking Yennefer over Y/N, but a build up after just over a week of him choosing to give all of his attention to Yen and ignore Y/N. Her shoulders sagged in defeat. “I just don’t know Jaskier… Maybe it would be best if I left. It would make it easier for everyone.”\

“Don’t you dare leave. He loves you, and even though he might have his head up his ass right now that doesn’t mean that he wants you to leave. Or wants Yennefer for that matter!” He raised his voice. Anger towards Geralt showed clearly in his tone.

“Okay.” Was the only response he received.

Hours had passed and night had fallen. Worry started to course through Y/N. Geralt always returned when he said he would. Not once was he late. She couldn’t help but think the worst. Images of his broken body flashing through her mind. Panic started to take over.

“That’s it!” Y/N announced. Jaskier turned his head in confusion, watching her stand up from where she had been sitting around the fire for the last several hours. “I’m going to find them.” She started rummaging through her pack, pulling out her knives and crossbow.

“I don’t know if this is the best idea, but if you’re going then I’m not going to be left alone in the dark.” Jaskier put down his lute which he had been playing. The two started off in the direction they watched Geralt and Yen go that morning.

Stumbling through the dark was not ideal, and Jaskier was not graceful at all. Y/N lost count of how many times she had to help him up after he tripped. But the two of them finally made it to what looked like the mouth of a cave.

“Nope. I’m sure they’re fine and probably wanting us to stay back at camp. Where it’s safe.” Jaskier turned dramatically to walk away. Y/N’s hand shot out and grabbed his arm.

“If it was us, Geralt would go in there no matter what.” She stared Jaskier down.

“Fine.” He huffed and began to follow her in. To say she was afraid was an understatement, but Y/N was driven by images of Geralt lying injured, alone on the cave floor.

It wasn’t long before they could hear the echoes of a fight ensuing. Y/N picked up her pace, starting to jog. Pulling a long dagger out of its sheath, she turned back to make sure Jaskier was following. With wide eyes he mouthed, “let’s go”. She shot him a quick smile and nod of approval. They slowed as they approached a drop. Peeking over, they could see Yennefer and Geralt fighting the kikimore. Fear ran cold down Y/N’s spine. It was worse than she had imagined. She could faintly remember Geralt telling her that kikimoras lived in groups with a queen, a worker and a warrior. Much like bees. Her eyes scanned the open area they were fighting in. There had to be at least six corpses lying around. None looked like it could be a queen. Jaskier and Y/N silently cheered on Geralt. It seemed to be going well until the queen finally revealed herself. Y/N gasped as the insect-like monster silently crept up behind Yennefer. Y/N had only a second to make a decision: Geralt would be happier with Yen. Without a second thought, she threw herself down between the queen and Yen. Y/N didn’t even have time to react before the Queen slashed at her, catching her clean across the abdomen. Now aware, Yennifer quickly cut down the monster.

Ringing was all Y/N could hear. She felt arms wrap around her and lift her off the ground. How did I get onto the ground? She struggled to piece together what had happened. Looking up, she met Jaskier’s worried gaze. She watched as he mouthed “I got her” to Yennefer. Y/N lay dazed, trying to form a coherent thought. All she could manage to do was stare up at Jaskier. He then seemed to notice her.

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re okay. You’re okay”. He kept mouthing the words over and over like a prayer. “You’re okay”. “You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” All at once, sound returned. The ringing in her ears quieted and she could hear Jaskier’s voice. His voice was shaking, he was shaking. And crying? Y/N kept trying to make sense of what was happening and why her friend was so sad. And why couldn’t she lift her hand to wipe away his tears?

Feeling slowly started to seep back into her body. First, how cold her hands were. They felt like ice. Next, how wet her abdomen felt. And last, the jarring pain. Ringing returned to her ears as she gasped, crying out for Geralt. Her eyes were wild with pain, trying to take in everything around her. Geralt was nowhere to be seen; probably still fighting off the kikimore.

Seconds later, Yennefer was in her line of vision, putting pressure on her abdomen. At that moment, Y/N remembered. It all came rushing back. The grief of believing she lost her love to another woman, the panic of not knowing he was okay and the final decision to give her life so that the woman who made Geralt happy could live. Though waves of pain were washing over her and she wanted nothing more than to get up and walk away from this, she didn’t regret it.

“Why would you do that?“ Yennefer’s voice broke through her thoughts. Y/N tried to form words but the waves of agony kicked them back into her throat.

“He needs you.” She finally was able to choke out.

“What?” Yen had a genuine look of confusion cross her face.

“You make him happy. He needs you.” Y/N responded, as if it was matter of fact. Her eyes shifted back to Jaskier. Grief ripped across his features, and everything sunk in. She wasn’t walking away from this. She was going to die below ground in her best friend's arms with the woman her soulmate was in love with. She nearly laughed at how cruel it all was.

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted once more by Yennefer putting more pressure on her abdomen. Y/N couldn’t hold back the cry that left her lips. She could feel her breathing become laboured. Panic was starting to set in.

“Yen.” Y/N breathed. Yennefer’s eyes met hers.

“Yes?” She looked surprised at the determined look Y/N pulled together for her.

“You need to protect him. You need to be there for him and don’t you leave. You hear me? You cannot leave him alone. You need to be-“ a wet cough took over Y/N’s body, cutting off her words. But Yen understood. She gave Y/N a nod. At that, Y/N visibly relaxed into Jaskier’s arms.

“What about me?” He laughed through his tears. A sob left him and he gripped Y/N tighter, running his hands through her hair to comfort her.

“Jaskier… you are the very best friend anyone could have. I’m so sorry,” Y/N was once again interrupted by a cry of pain leaving her. She met his eyes once more and continued on. “Jaskier, I don’t even know what to say to you, but thank you. You have been the best big brother I could ask for. I don’t know what I did in my last life to deserve you, but I am grateful.” Y/N choked on a sob.

Jaskier bent down to clutch Y/N to his chest as tightly as he could, afraid to no longer have his best friend at his side. Y/N could feel her energy seeping away. Her life seemed to be melting away into the ground below her. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to see Geralt’s face once more. To say and hear one more “I love you”. And as if the universe answered, there he was. Standing there, staring at her like he had seen a ghost, all the colour gone from his beautiful face. His mouth dropped open just the slightest amount. A look of pure grief and pain took over his features. She watched as his eyes shifted to Jaskier who shook his head slightly. The Witcher rushed to her side, gently taking her from Jaskier’s lap and moving her to his own, cradling her head against his chest.

“No, no, this can’t be- you can’t be-“ for the first time she watched him stumble over his words. Staring up at him, she truly felt how much she loved this man. As she watched his face crumple into a cry of agony, she wanted nothing more than to take his pain with her into the afterlife.

“I told you to stay- this can’t be- but I love you…” he started rocking her back and forth with his body. She could feel herself going numb and knew it was just about time. Using the last bit of strength she had, she reached up to cradle his face.

“I love you more than anything, my dear.” She whispered the words to him while holding his gaze. He gently began shaking his head, in denial of what was happening.

“I love you too.” At that, she relaxed. She knew that he understood everything she wanted to tell him. He knew how much she loved him. Her eyes began to slip closed when Yennefer’s words drew her attention.

“No. I’m not accepting this. We can’t just sit here and let this happen. We need to get her to a healer. I can–” Y/N slipped from consciousness at that moment, not hearing another word. She didn’t hear Jaskier fold and scream, believing his best friend gone. She didn’t watch as Geralt stared wide-eyed at her body, shaking his head and whimpering “no no no” repeatedly. And she didn’t see Yennefer move towards her, summoning her magic.

[ofwraithsandwords]

s y n o p s i s // ❖ More Hellsing short fics featuring, but not limited to: platonic relationships, the 30 year time skip, original characters, Sertegra (Seras x Integra), and/or Alucard's struggle with the Cat's powers ❖ The slow, but steady continuation of my Hellsing long fic, Plutonian Sun ❖ New Witcher long fic to come some time this year inspired by Sapkowski's book series and CD Projekt RED's The Witcher 3, NOT the Netflix series ❖ Possible Interview With The Vampire short fics exploring the characterization/pasts of Louis, Lestat, Claudia, and Armand. ❖ Possible Dracula short fic featuring a male reader/character of sorts.

Happy New Year's, everyone!

In hopes of keeping things fresh and different, I'll be tackling a few writing projects this year.

h e l l s i n g //

For better of for worse, Hellsing (specifically Hellsing Ultimate) has always been my biggest guilty pleasure and I don't think that's going to change anytime soon. As such, I will still be making content for it. I'm especially interested in exploring the (mostly platonic) relationship dynamics in the Hellsing Organization, such as Integra's relationship with her staff and soldiers, that we don't get to see very often.

I'm also interested in exploring Alucard's newfound powers that he unwillingly received from Schrödinger. I don't typically see a lot of people theorizing how it effects him upon his return or how he navigates it, so this will be something I'll be exploring in Plutonian Sun and possibly in shorter writing pieces.

Speaking of the long fic, I am still plotting and writing it, chapter by chapter. I'm not fast at uploading by any means, but I still intend on continuing it. I know it's not everyone's favorite since it doesn't feature any of the most prominent fanon ships and includes original characters, but I am writing for a more specific audience, anyway. I always appreciate it very much whenever someone leaves a comment of a kudos—it helps me know that maybe I'm doing something right!

t h e w i t c h e r //

Probably to come later on in the year, but I am brainstorming a Witcher long fic. Even though I've had thoughts about doing this anyway, I became motivated to put this project to paper after watching Netflix's The Witcher: Blood Origin. I didn't actually watch the whole thing—I could barely stand to sit through a single episode. It's bad. Really bad. And I figured, "well, I can probably do better than this." So here we are.

Once I am done reading my current book, I will be reading The Last Wish, at least for a start. I may also take inspiration from CD Projekt RED's "The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt"—I played the full game with DLC a few years ago. Unfortunately, with how old my laptop is getting, the new gen update has made playing "The Witcher 3" less possible, though not impossible.

Though the story will include many well-loved (and hated) characters from the books, the main protagonists (Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri) will not be present for at least the majority of it. In order to usher the forth a new perspective, I will be making original characters of my own. Such characters include: — an old bruxa who makes a living as an alchemist in Toussaint — a good-natured halfling who's prone to bar fights and loves to cook — a soldier-turned-merchant from Ofir with "extraordinary" luck . . . and likely many more.

I'm still trying to think of a good title, but once I figure that out and the general theme/plot for the fic, I will start giving updates on its progress.

i n t e r v i e w w i t h t h e v a m p i r e //

I've seen the first season of Interview With The Vampire on AMC+ and I absolutely love it. Admittedly I've never read any of Anne Rice's books, but that may change some time in the foreseeable future. For now though, my interpretations and works will be influenced by the AMC+ series. Stories will include the exploration of Louis, Lestat, Claudia, and Armand's personalities/relationships and possibly their pasts. There will especially be an emphasis on how delightfully toxic these blood suckers are to each other.

d r a c u l a //

I've briefly mentioned this a while ago, but I've been thinking about making a fic with a male reader/character who meets Count Dracula (or "Mr. De Ville") shortly after he reaches England. Though Van Helsing and the others likely won't be present in this work, perhaps I will include other side characters from Dracula. I may even have Djamilah (or Ibrahima at that time) make a short cameo. A self-indulgence, if you will.

If anything comes up or there are any changes, I'll be sure to make an announcement. Until then, this is what I have on the roster for this year.

Cheers. ✭

[bumblesimagines]

The Pup and The Cub

Request: Yes or No

Summary: While (Y/N) is eager to spend time with and help an old friend, he can't stand to be around his adoptive daughter. Until one night changes things.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Witcher warnings, sexual content, added a little bit of ✨spice✨, mentions of blood, accidental blood kink?? OOPS, virginity loss on both sides

I would've finished days ago if the universe hadn't decided to say fuck you each time I tried working on it

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Summer was at its peak and (Y/N) wished for nothing more than to lay in the soft grass like a snake eager to bask in the sun rays peering down at them from the vibrant and cloudless sky. The baby blue of daytime was fading into a familiar shade of orange that reminded him of flames, mixing and swirling with a soft pink as the blazing sun slowly descended behind the trees.

His nose tickled when he inhaled the fresh air, and the comforting floral scents wafting from the wildflowers scattered around the expanding fields surrounding them reached him. Their vibrant colors splashed against the green sea and he watched them dance with the gentle breezes that blew by, a sense of serenity settling on his chest.

It felt nice to take a break, he admitted to himself. His childhood and early teen years were spent cooped up in Kaer Morhen with Vesemir, and while the mountain blossomed with life during spring and summer, it was nothing compared to the beauty around him now. He felt as if he could sit and stare out into the wilderness for hours without the startling howling winds of the mountain or Vesemir's grumbling.

His father had been reluctant to let him go so far from Kaer Morhen, but Geralt needed him now more than ever, even if it meant dealing with his adoptive daughter, the vexing Cub of Cintra. 

In all his years, (Y/N) had only ever seen Geralt smile and laugh so freely with his brethren, with his real family. Those rumbling laughs where he'd tilt his head back and find a fleeting moment of relaxation untypical of the usually guarded witcher were reserved for them, not for the girl.

Ciri was only around because of one stupid mistake Geralt had made years prior: taunting destiny and facing the consequences in the form of a spoilt little royal. He found victory in the knowledge Geralt had pointedly ignored her existence until she needed his protection.

He remembered the cold winter day he met her when he strode into Kaer Morhen with Eskel, eager to escape the chilling winds and reunite with his family, only to take note of the figure bundled up in furs giggling into her cup like the little girl she was (yes, (Y/N) only had two years on her, but that hardly mattered in his opinion) and flaunting her title of princess before them when questioned. Chin tilted up and brow arched challengingly, she made his skin prickle.

"Who brought the girl up here?" He'd asked in disbelief. It was against their code to reveal the secret location of the keep to anyone other than their brethren, so he naturally looked toward Lambert and Coen for an explanation, assuming it was all another prank from them that Vesemir was begrudgingly ignoring for the sake of their long-awaited reunion.

Instead, she answered, lips almost pulled into a scowl and speaking words that had him turning toward Geralt with furrowed brows. "The girl is Princess Cirilla of Cintra. And I'm with Geralt."

(Y/N) scoffed just thinking about it. 

Yennefer, he could tolerate. Geralt loved her, that much he knew well, and he knew how much it ate at the older witcher with her betrayal still aching like a wound refusing to heal. She'd groveled for days and weeks, practically begging for his forgiveness in different ways, begging him to speak at least one word that wasn't related to their next destination, but Geralt was a notoriously stubborn man.

He was strong, stronger than (Y/N), at least. He wasn't sure how long he'd last if he were on the receiving end of her pretty violet eyes and velvety words.

Yennefer was humorous, too, with her snark and sharp wit that often left him grinning from ear to ear and Geralt quietly scoffing as if nobody saw the brief smirk that always flashed over his rough features before he remembered he was supposed to be mad at her. She was a spitfire with a kind heart, effortlessly dancing between aloofness and warmth. He gave it another week before Geralt's resolve vanished.

With Geralt and Yennefer watching over Ciri as if she were a precious little jewel and not a princess who by all means should've died when her kingdom had been sacked and lit ablaze by Nilfgaard, it was up to (Y/N) to watch their backs for them. And Ciri, too, he supposed. He'd still happily watch her slip off her horse and faceplant into the dirt, though. Hell, it'd probably make his day brighter.

Death followed her like a plague, she'd said so herself. It was better to keep his distance than risk being one of the many casualties left in her wake. Besides, he'd never forget how close she'd managed to get to killing both him and Vesemir while possessed by Voleth Meir.. nor the lives taken that day.

The sound of laughter drew his attention away from the scenery before him, his eyes immediately locking on Ciri and Geralt as they shared laughter, smiles, and words forgotten in the breeze. They were supposed to be feeding Roach and Desert to ensure the horses were ready in case they had to make a last-minute escape. (Y/N) huffed. She was such a distraction.

It irked him just how much she looked like Geralt too, how easily she could pass as his, and he despised all of it: from her ashen-gray hair verging on nearly being a pale blonde, her green eyes that sparkled like emeralds when the light directly hit them, her pale skin that easily flushed red when she grew embarrassed or frustrated to the way she bristled like an enraged kitten and never allowed herself to back down from his comments.

His stomach twisted just staring at her scrawny figure. Witchers weren't supposed to meddle in human business nor their stupid politics. It was part of their code to remain neutral, to remain free from the clutches of politics, and to avoid falling into loyalties with ruling governments. Geralt rarely, if ever, broke their code willingly, and now he did it without thinking twice for a measly human.

She was going to get him killed. She was going to get all of them killed. And for what? A kingdom that no longer belonged to her family?

"You could've saved yourself a lot of trouble by not coming." Yennefer's voice rang clear behind him and she entered his peripheral, her raven locks clashing with the greenery around them and naturally demanding attention. Everything about her demanded attention; that was simply the way of a mage like her. Deadly beautiful and with a bite stronger than her bark. "I've seen you pout more times than I've heard you speak."

(Y/N) felt his skin warm. "You know better than anyone how obnoxious nobles are. They love prancing around enacting their power over others. They're ungrateful and-"

"Ciri is but a girl and you are but a boy. You have both lived vastly different lives and been raised by vastly different people." Her brows lifted in a manner that reminded him of Vesemir, and he felt a lesson inbound. She placed her hand over his shoulder and brushed her fingernails over his cheek delicately, tittering on affectionately. "Ciri is a princess, yes, but she's not ungrateful, and you know it. She believes you are cruel and a bully, but I know you're more sensitive than you let on. Perhaps you will find more in common if you give her a chance."

"Unlikely." 

"Don't be so sure." Yennefer squeezed him lightly, the hint of a smile on her face. "Come inside, supper is ready."

Despite the fact they were on the run, the past couple of weeks had been the best (Y/N) had ever eaten. He often settled for simple meals he could create from things he bought at the market or meat he caught cooked over a fire, but the food they ate now was made with much gentler care. Mixed with herbs and spices, he practically inhaled the rabbit stew, savoring it and listening to the idle chatter between Geralt and Ciri. 

He thought about Vesemir and how he was doing. If he was well after the chaos that'd erupted in Kaer Morhen, after losing half the men he helped raise from boys and parting ways with the child he took in as a babe. They'd parted ways plenty of times before; it was simply how the life of a witcher went. But this time felt different, and they'd both sensed it in the air, as if something big was on its way.

"Well," Yennefer exhaled, dabbing her lips with a napkin and rising from the table. "I believe we should check the perimeters, ensure nothing is amiss."

Geralt grunted. "(Y/N)-"

"I will go with you, Geralt." Yennefer interrupted swiftly and his golden eyes cut to her, narrowing with confusion and then squinting with suspicion. She stared at him, seemingly communicating whatever was going on in her head with her eyes alone and leaving (Y/N) and Ciri to try and decipher what was going on.

Geralt took in a deep breath and stood up, his hand curling around the sheath of his sword. "Fine." He nodded, his silver strands bouncing off his cheeks where he'd begun growing stubble. His eyes darted to (Y/N) and the intensity in them softened, the corner of his lip lifting. "Be good to Ciri, Pup."

(Y/N) recalled a time he watched a mother usher her child to another boy, quietly insisting that the two needed to get along before she plastered on a smile and claimed it'd been her son's idea to share his toys despite the clear reluctance on his face. He concluded Yennefer was the mother, him the son, and Ciri the other child completely oblivious to the plan in action. (Y/N) would rather choke than play along.

Ciri lingered near the window, peering out of it as if she'd be able to see anything through the pitch darkness enveloping the cottage. The moon remained hidden by the towering trees, and he doubted the two wouldn't be back before it reached the top of the sky. They'd never leave Ciri for that long, no matter how much they trusted him to take care of her.

"Do you think they're going to make up?" She asked, her fingers busying themselves with undoing her braid.

The tableware clattered when he propped his feet up. "I don't know."

Surely she could hear the irritation in his voice, his lack of interest in speaking with her. He liked pretending as if she were just another noble with a head full of air, but he'd seen the different ways her brain worked, how quickly she managed to adapt to her surroundings. 

She suckled her bottom lip into her mouth and dug her teeth into it. Was she nervous? He couldn't really tell, even if she almost constantly wore her emotions on her sleeve for the world to see. Her eyes always spoke before her mouth did.

"It's about time they do, don't you think?" She raked her hand through her hair and undid the small knots that'd formed before pushing her hair over her shoulder to rest along her back.

"I don't know." 

Ciri scowled. "Do you have anything else to say other than 'I don't know'?"

He smirked and her eyes narrowed. "I don't know."

She made a noise in the back of her throat akin to a low, irritated groan and finally peeled herself away from the window to collect the plates on the table, taking them to the sink where she gave the sleeves of her tunic a hard tug and began scrubbing the plates. If she scrubbed them any harder, they'd probably crack and break into pieces.

He chuckled under his breath at her annoyance and reached down to his hips, unclasping his holster and setting it over the table before freeing his dagger from its sheath and inspecting the blade. His fingers ran along the cool metal, eyes tracking the distorted reflection staring back at him. He swore his eyes glimmered a different color and felt his chest tighten. 

The loud sound of clattering brought his gaze upward at Ciri, catching her bracing herself against the counter while her wet hand rubbed against her pantleg hard enough to leave a streak of pink that slowly faded. "Why do you hate me so much?" She asked, voice nearing a frustrated hiss. "What have I done to you?" 

"Exist, for starters." (Y/N) muttered immediately, uncaringly, his attention returning to the dagger as he pressed his thumb into the chestnut brown hilt. "You strolled into Kaer Morhen, my home, and proceeded to paint the fucking floors with the blood of my brothers. You damn near painted it with my blood, too, and my father's."

The frustration on her face faded and her nostrils flared with a deep inhale. The guilt was heavy in her eyes, her fingers curling and uncurling to hide the way they trembled. "I-I didn't-" Her voice cracked and she looked away, her lips pressing tightly together. "I didn't want to. I-I didn't even realize what I was doing. You know that. She had me trapped in a dream. I would have never done that-"

"But you did.. and half the men who helped raise me are dead, Princess." (Y/N) tossed his dagger aside and dragged his feet off the table, planting themselves on the floor with thumps. His arms moved to rest over his thighs, fingers lacing together as his mind conjured up the most venomous thing he could think of.

Years of harassment from ungrateful humans taught him plenty of where to aim where it truly hurt.

"If one can still call you that. To be a princess you need lands, a castle, a royal family. All those things turned to ashes while you were busy running from your kingdom like a coward."

A spark ignited in the green of her eyes and she darted forward with quick steps, snatching the dagger from the table and squeezing the hilt so hard her knuckles turned white. She pointed the blade at him, her jaw clenching and eyes bright with threat yet her hand trembled ever so slightly.

"Fuck you." She spat, inching the blade closer until it almost poked at his forehead. "Didn't your mother turn to ashes? I know that's what happens to bru-"

Ciri barely had the chance to gasp before he grabbed her wrists and shot up from his chair, the force causing it to topple backward onto the floor with a hard thud. He backed her up into the nearest wall, slamming her wrists into it and forcing her to drop the dagger at their feet with a wince. She blinked at him, soft breaths escaping her parted lips that he felt against his skin. He could see the different shades of green in her eyes more clearly, see the way her eyes flickered around different parts of his face.

"You're a real piece of work, Cirilla." 

He released her wrists and leaned back, forcing himself to take a deep breath to calm the rapid beating of his heart. His eyes were drawn to the red around the skin of her wrists from his tightened hold and grimaced, a begrudged apology forming on his tongue because his job was to protect not hurt, but before he could get a single word out, Ciri lunged forward. 

His nerves flared immediately with alert, only for his instincts to protect himself to short circuit when- instead of being shoved or slapped or even punched for touching her so roughly- he felt soft clumsy lips placed over his.

One of Ciri's arms curled around his shoulders as her chest pressed against his, holding onto him as he staggered backward from surprise. His hands grabbed onto her hips, his mind torn between the tantalizing urge to kiss her back and the possibility of Geralt walking in and seeing the sight of the girl he considered his daughter kissing someone. 

He pressed his forehead against hers to break the kiss and sucked in a breath of air. "Ciri-"

"I don't care." She panted softly. "I've been thinking about this for weeks."

The revelation flicked something in him, something in his chest. The heated emotion that always spread through his body whenever he lied eyes on her, the constant need to poke at her until she diverted her attention to him with a scowl, the willingness to put himself between her and danger; he assumed it was complicated hate, his need to protect and his dislike for her constantly battling. Had it been something else? Something so foreign to him he'd mistaken it for loathing?

He watched the desperation swirl in her eyes before he squeezed his shut and pressed his lips against hers, swallowing the shaky exhale she released and darting his tongue past her parted lips. She shivered and wriggled in his grasp, her lack of experience surging in how intensely she reacted to him just grazing his hands over her thighs before he heaved her up fully into his arms. Her legs encircled his waist and the bottom of her boots pressed into the heels, pushing until they fell from her feet. 

Twisting around toward the table, he set her down on it and crept his up toward her sleeveless leather vest where he worked on untying the laces until it grew loose enough to discard onto the floor. Her white tunic sagged without the vest and he slipped his hand underneath it, palms roaming over the smooth skin of her abdomen and hips free of any scars unlike his. Her breath quickened when his hand moved higher, and her hold on his tightened when he delicately ran his fingers over her breast.

(Y/N) pulled away, leaving butterfly kisses over her cheek and down to the side of her throat. She drew him in closer and dipped her own hands underneath his tunic to feel along the muscle and scars he'd obtained throughout the years, whispering soft pleas for more into his ear, but his mind focused on the warmth of her skin.

If he listened hard enough he could hear the blood flowing through her veins, the rapid beat of her heart dancing in her chest. His tongue darted out to lick a long line along her skin and she tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her neck. 

An alarm blared in his head; his witcher upbringing clashing with the animalistic instinct embedded in his genes in a turbulent fight. Vesemir's voice echoed in his head and urged him to stop, to put an end to the heated moment before it could become gruesome and deadly for them both. He was always so careful but Ciri was such a distraction. If only Vesemir could see him, speak to him.

Vesemir was roughly shoved out of his head in favor of hooking his fingers into the belt buckles of Ciri's worn pants and tugging down roughly enough to drag them to her thighs without unbuttoning them. Her hands were clumsy as she pushed on them, legs kicking wildly until they slumped down onto the floor to be forgotten with the rest of the mess they left in their wake.

He hugged her close to his body and lifted her into his arms again, letting his feet lead him to the room he typically shared with Geralt so the girls could sleep separately from them. 

She slipped from his arms and onto the bed, a laugh knocking out of her chest when she collided with the mattress. She curled her fingers around the hem of her tunic and tugged it downward as she pressed her thighs together, the flush on her face burning harder under his eyes and spreading when he took his own clothes off. 

His arms curled around her thighs and she gave a light squeak when he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, her eyes widening as his knees met the floorboard and his hands pried open her legs. His face buried in the mound and a long curse dragged out of her throat in response, her hips threatening to buck and quiver as he began lapping at her like a starved dog, the bridge of his nose occasionally brushing against half-curled hairs the same color as the hair on her head.

He hardly knew what he was doing; he'd never had the same urges as his fellow brothers, his mind focused on the monsters over the brothels whenever he visited towns. But, he'd heard plenty of tales and recountings told over food by drunken men (some likely more fabricated than the rest) to have some idea of what he was supposed to be doing, even though he barely paid any mind to precision and focus. He licked and suckled until her quivering thighs caged around his head.

"(Y/N)!" Ciri abruptly cried out, her ankles digging into his back and pushing his face further against her as she flooded his mouth with her juices. 

"That was fast." He exhaled, the fleeting humanity managing to grasp onto the reins for a moment, and he wiped at his mouth and chin with his forearm. He dragged his arms from her thighs and traced the lingering imprints before carefully rising from the floor to hover over her and study her features. 

Her chest heaved with deep inhales and exhales, her parted lips red and nearly raw from their kissing. He thumbed at the trickle of drool threatening to slide down her cheek and felt her lean into his touch, her trembling hands slowly dragging over his arms and shoulders and tugging him down. She pressed her cheek against his, almost nuzzling into him, and wrapped her legs around his waist. 

There was a line in front of him, one he could cross and face multiple different consequences: they could risk the chance of Geralt's reaction, whether it was disapproving or angered, or risk the chance of a secret being exposed through an accidental pregnancy.

He was no true witcher. Unlike his brothers who lost their fertility upon becoming mutants, he had the chance of knocking someone up, a fact Vesemir consistently reminded him of. He was already a hybrid, a creature made up of the blood of human and monster. Could he inflict that on someone else?

But when she tightened her legs around him and purposefully grinded against him, he decided to cross the line regardless. 

Ciri's gummy walls resisted the intrusion, and he still had enough clarity to remind himself she was still considered a princess, one who still had the chance of marrying some prickly noble who'd expect his bride to be a virgin pure. "Ciri, are you-" 

"Yes." She whined with a tremble, sounding out of breath.

He pushed forward and nearly pressed his full weight down on her when the faint yet familiar scent of blood reached his nose. In most circumstances, it hardly ever phased him, but he usually never allowed the untamed monster side of him to rear its head for longer than a few seconds.

He pressed his face into the sheets and held on tighter to her, his mind escaping him and returning to the chilly mountain Kaer Morhen resided upon until the ringing in his ears ceased and he could move without Ciri wincing. 

Part of him desired nothing more than to give in to the creature he kept buried but this was Ciri and he knew better than risking potentially hurting her. He dragged out of her slowly enough for her to whine, only to plunge back in with enough force to knock the wind out of her lungs.

The room quickly filled with the smell of sweat and sex and the subtle hint of blood that still urged him to fall into a state of delirium, choked words and moans filling his ears and keeping him grounded enough to keep his wits. 

Ciri's nails raked down his back feverishly, clawing at him as if she were trying to cut him open. The long marks healed seconds after they were made, something Ciri barely noticed in her hazy state of pleasure.

His lips pressed into her collarbone and they parted with the overwhelming urge to bite, but he had half a mind to tilt his head to the side and dig the sharp row of teeth that'd grown into his bicep instead. Blood immediately spilled into his mouth, not the blood he wanted but good enough to sedate the urges. 

Almost instantaneously, his hips stuttered and his body threatened to give out on him, his high crashing into him like a tidal wave. His hips continued to move, thrusting into Ciri until she cried out again, practically milking every last drop of his release with her squeezing around him like a vice. She panted into his ear, sounding as if she'd just ran miles upon miles, before her palms slapped against his shoulders and shoved him upward. 

"You're bleeding- did you bite yourself?" She blinked wildly at him, eyes darting back and forth between the blood coating his lips and the blood smeared across his bicep.

The row of punctures wounds had healed the moment he'd taken his teeth out of the muscle but the sight still looked like he'd taken a chunk out of himself. Droplets of blood ran down his forearm, dripping onto the bed and turning frizzy strands of her hair into a crimson color.

"It was either you-" He gulped down a breath of air and swiped his tongue over his lips. "-or me." 

Gently, Ciri ran her fingers over the blood on his face, her lips twisting into a frown. "I knew a bruxa once. She had a lover she fed on and- and they were fine for a while. Maybe if you-" 

The sound of the front door slamming shut startled them both, and they were hardly given enough time to process what that meant before Yennefer and Geralt appeared in the doorway, their panicked and concerned faces plunging through several differing emotions at the sight of them tangled up together. Geralt quickly turned his back on them and Yennefer released a long, somewhat amused sigh.

"This is not what I meant when I said you should give her a chance. Get dressed. We obviously need to have a chat."

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Fandom List

The following below are fandoms that I'm in as well as a few characters that I'm willing to write for. Feel free to ask about someone who's not named on the list (I'll most likely only list 4 per thing for space reasons (I could go on forever with MCU people alone)).

Masterlist | DOs, and DON'Ts

I do the following for imagines and requests: X Reader X OC Character Ships Male X Male Male X Female Female X Female Any X Gender Neutral

Below the line is the fandom list + at most 4 characters (With the accepting of LoA)

Legends of Avantris (Main Parties) Once Upon A Witchlight Icebound Edge Of Midnight Uprooted Stardust Rhapsody Others to come

Baldur's Gate 3 Halsin Astarion Gale Shadowheart Others

Marvel Cinematic Universe Tony Stark Bucky Barnes Natasha Romanoff Wanda Maximoff Others

X-Men Logan Howlett (Wolverine) Jean Gray (Phoenix) Ororo Munroe (Storm) Others

Marvel On Netflix Frank Castle (Punisher) Trish Walker (Jessica Jones) Matt Murdock (Daredevil) Others

DC Comics Joker (Any version) Harley Quinn Oliver Queen Others

GothamJim Gordon Harvey Bullock Oswald Cobblepot Barbara Kean Others

Dream SMP Technoblade JSchlatt Wilbur Soot Dream Others

SupernaturalDean Winchester Castiel Rowena Charlie Others

The Walking Dead Daryl Dixon Rick Grimes Negan Smith Maggie Greene Others

The Witcher Geralt Jaskier Yennefer Others

Arcane Silco Jinx Vi Others

Criminal Minds Spencer Ried JJ Derek Morgan Others

Law and Order SVU Finn Carisi Amanda Others

Orange Is The New Black Nicky Lorna Maritza Others

The 100 Bellamy Blake Octavia Blake John Murphy Marcus Kane Others

Grey's Anatomy Mark Sloan Lexie Grey Derek Shepherd Izzie Stevens Others

Soul Eater Death The Kid Maka Albarn Soul Eater Evans Others

My Hero Academia Shota Aizawa Katsuki Bakugou Tomura Shigaraki Dabi Others

Attack On Titan Annie Leonhart Levi Ackerman Mikasa Ackerman Hange Zoe Others

Markiplier Egos Darkiplier Wilford Warfstache Illinois Yancy Others

Jacksepticeye Egos Antisepticeye Chase Marvin Others

Creepypasta Jeff The Killer Ticci Toby Clockwork Others

Disney Elsa Kristoff Others

Celebrities Jeffrey Dean Morgan Lauren Cohan Robert Downey Jr. Scarlett Johannson Others

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Request Rules + Characters

Dialogue Prompts List

Rules

- I will 100% write for all pronouns!!! I'm going to try writing most of my fics as gender neutral, so unless you specifically ask for different pronouns, I will most likely continue this trend (Male readers are so heccin valid please feel so welcome to request specific stuff too <3)

- I also write for trans readers, whether that be MTF, FTM, nonbinary or others

- I would be more than happy to write for poly relationships, so feel free to request poly stuff if that is more comfortable for you <3

- I don't like yandere stuff, the concept itself makes me uncomfortable, so I won't do yandere stuff

- I don't care how hot professor x student stuff is for y'all, as a student myself it makes me uncomfortable too and feels wrong personally so I won't write it either

- I will write smut now!! There are certain kinks or things I don’t enjoy and thus won’t write for, but I am open to writing it now

- Hurt/Comfort fics are welcome and encouraged!! I put trigger warnings anywhere I think needs it, so please be sure to read the warnings under each title/on each post and feel free to tell me if there's any triggers on a story I should add to the warnings :)

- I have every right to disapprove or not take your request. I get into the weird mindset that I can’t and then writing becomes more of a chore than a fun hobby. If I disapprove a request, though, feel free to request again. I do enjoy taking requests :)

- I will NOT write characters being abusive (physically, emotionally, mentally, controlling in an abusive way such as manipulating, etc - lying to fulfill a scheme doesn’t count), but I would be more than happy to write about them helping you get OUT of an abusive relationship. (And if y’all ever need to talk, for any reason, just hmu on insta @/pokemon216 just lemme know why I’m being dm’d by a stranger first lol)

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Characters I’ll Write For

- Loki Laufeyson (Marvel)

- Sylvie (Loki TV Series)

- Mobius M. Mobius (Loki TV Series)

- Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

- Qui-gon Jinn (Star Wars)

- Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park)

- Probably also Dr. Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)

- Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

- Jaskier (The Witcher)

- I can try Yennefer if someone requests it lol (The Witcher)

- Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS)

- Abby Sciuto (NCIS)

- Dr. Mallard/Ducky (NCIS; only platonic or familial)

- Aragorn (Lord of the Rings)

- Legolas (Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit)

- Thranduil (The Hobbit)

- Asra  (The Arcana)

- Julian (The Arcana)

- Muriel (The Arcana)

- Lucio (The Arcana)

- Astrellio (For The Love Of Gods)

- Vidas (For The Love Of Gods)

- Eeri (For The Love Of Gods)

- Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

- Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

- Darkiplier (Markiplier)

- Wilford Warfstache (Markiplier)

- Host (Markiplier)

- Yancy (Markiplier)

- Illinois (Markiplier)

- Damien (Markiplier)

- Eric Derekson (Markiplier)

- Indiana Jones (... Indiana Jones)

- Link (Breath of the Wild, Ocarina of Time - they’re the only ones I’ve played sue me)

- Revali (Breath of the Wild)

- Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)

- Turnip Head/Prince Justin (Howl’s Moving Castle)

- Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes)

- 9th Doctor (Doctor Who)

- 10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

- 11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

- Data Soong (Star Trek)

- Spock (Star Trek)

- Leonard “Bones” McCoy (Star Trek)

- Astarion Ancunin (Baldur’s Gate 3)

- Wyll Ravenguard (Baldur's Gate 3)

- Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

- Zayne (Love and Deepspace)

If I think of any more I’ll add them to the list, but also just feel free to ask if I write for somebody

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MASTERLIST.

Last Updated: 12/12/2022

Losing My Religion Series Last Updated: 16/08/2021

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT!

Here's a guide to what I write, please read before requesting!

F! = Female  ||  M! = Male

(Character) x (Character) = Romantic pairing

(Character) & (Chatacter) = Platonic pairing

(Character) x Reader = Gender netural fic/for readers of all gender identities. All of my fics are gender netural unless specified otherwise!

(Character) x Reader/OC = Fic involving reader with OC characteristics.

(Fic Name)** = Fic involving smut/+18/NSFW content.

REQUESTS

• Can I make a fic/headcanon/etc. request?

Not anymore, I'm afraid! I've 7 and a half out of 16 requests done. When I finish them, perhaps I'll open them again!

I WRITE:

• What I like/what I have the most inspiration for at the time.

• (F!Character) x (F!Reader) pairings or (F!Character) fics as well, but no promises about (M!Reader), I'm sorry!

• Fluff, angst, smut, blood/gore... I mostly can write about anything. I like to write my fics realistically and pay attention to the story, but I always put detailed warnings on my fics!

I DON'T WRITE (TW!!):

• P*dophilia. Anything that involves an adult character/reader with an underage (child) character/reader unless it's platonic/parental. If I happen to write characters with age gaps, I'll keep it between adult characters – a five year age gap between 30 & 35 is not the same with 15 & 20.

• Incest. I don't know what the absolute fuck goes on in some of y'alls minds but just, fuck off. Disgusting.

Thank you for reading and understanding, my last wish is to offend any of you, so please please please let me know if I've made an error/if the things I say don't match with what I write!!

• R*pe. Reminder that non-consensual sex is just a polite word for rape. I will never ever write a scenario in any of my fics that includes rape.

VIDEO GAMES.

I. THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller

Losing My Religion Series (x F!Reader/OC): Masterlist to the series is linked to the title.

Don't Push It, Pt. 1 (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Dont Push It, Pt. 2** (x F!Reader)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanons (meme)

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Family headcanons (meme)

Kinktober Day 15** (x Reader)

Ellie

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Old age + Sleeping headcanons (meme)

Tommy Miller

Family headcanon (meme)

More works coming soon!

II. ASSASSIN'S CREED

Jacob Frye

Out of Touch (x Reader)

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Hello Stranger (x Reader)

Haytham Kenway

Simple Twist of Fate** (x F!Reader)

Ezio Auditore

A Small Surprise (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

III. RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan

Bedroom/house/living quarters + Sex headcanons** (meme)

More coming soon/Series in progress!

Bigby Wolf

IV. THE WOLF AMONG US

Cat and... Wolf? (x Reader): Based on these requests.

Have it Your Way** (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Bigby Having a Crush on a Co-worker Headcanons (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

V. THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Some Peace & Quiet (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Sex Headcanons** (meme)

Kinktober Day 23** (x F!Reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Kinktober Day 28** (x F!Reader)

VI. DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

Romantic headcanons (meme)

VII. UNCHARTED

Nathan Drake

Sleep + Sex headcanons** (meme)

Samuel Drake

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

VIII. DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Cooking/food headcanons (meme)

IX. CALL OF DUTY

Russell Adler

Series in progress! (as of November 2022)

More works in progress for Black Ops, Modern Warfare (2019) & Modern Warfare II (2022) characters, will gladly do headcanons and one shots for other characters since I'm motivated

[codenamewitcher]

Sex with Geralt and Yennefer Would Include...

Pairings: Geralt x reader x Yennefer

Warnings: Smut, Do not read if you are under the age of 18!!! Rough sex, choking, oral sex (both female and male receiving), orgasm denial, and overstimation. If I missed anything please let me know!

Okay so in my "A Relationship with Geralt and Yennefer Would Include" headcanon I mentioned that Yen would buy/steal necklaces for you, but she didn't just gift you necklaces because they would look stunning on you. She also gifts them because she loves, loves, loves the way the jewelry sparkles around your neck while her and Geralt fuck you.

Especially when it would sit at the base of your neck and the light hitting it right with every breath, gasp, and moan you took.

Geralt loved it too, so much so that he would sometimes put his medallion around your neck, deliberately placing the pendant in the valley between your breast so that every time he would rut into you, he could watch it slowly inch towards the base of your neck.

Hell, there would probably be a chocking kink (reasoning above).

And if you're into that...

Because they live to ruin you, Geralt would have his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing it while he'd thrust into you.

His other hand would be at your hip to keep you in place.

You would be leaning back against Yen while this happens and she would be ghosting her fingertips and lips all over your body.

Her fingers sometimes finding their way to your clit while her lips are brushing the shell of your ear.

Throwing your head back on her shoulder because all of it was just. too. much.

Yen whispering, "I know baby" after a small "please" falls from your lips.

Your eyes squeezing shut as you whimper due to the intense pleasure.

She'd take your ear lobe between her teeth and tug on it while her fingers would start harshly rubbing your clit.

Sometimes it would be Yen's hand wrapped around your throat while Geralt fucks you.

She'd still torture you as if it was Geralt's hand around your neck.

Geralt may take you from behind and hold your body up against his whether it be by your hair or neck.

Yen sitting back and touching herself in front of you while she watches.

Maybe she might have Geralt break his hold you and push your head down between her thighs.

They both would telling you dirty things and praises.

"You take my cock so well, princess."

"You're needy for us, aren't you Y/N."

"You're doing so good for us, baby."

"You taste like heaven, darling."

I'll let you decide on who says what 😉.

It doesn't even have to be full on breath play, but one of them just having their hand placed on your neck.

Could you imagine what sex would be like with Geralt in high toxicity?

Him ramming into you or Yen while the other is eating the other out or attacking their body by licking, nipping, and caressing with their lips and hands.

Them reminding you of how you're "such a good girl" for them.

Giving Geralt head while Yen licked, sucked, and fingered your cunt.

You and Yen switching places is a likely possibility too.

Again they love to ruin you, so overstimulation would definitely be a thing.

Depending on their mood, they'd either make you hold off on your release until they give you permission or just solely try to see how many orgasms they can pull from you.

They'd also push you to the very edge of an orgasm but would slow down or stop what they were doing before you'd tip over the edge.

Then resuming back to their original pace once you were no longer close to that edge.

And this could/would go on and on and they finally let you cum.

Doing this because watching you fall apart is their absolute favorite thing.

Because of the rough sex you all would definitely have, their top priority is making sure you feel safe and comfortable.

And there would be soft sex too.

Like the three of you taking a bath together.

It would start out with you washing each other and any one of you could be the instigator.

Like Geralt's fingers slipping between your folds, a little gasp leaving your lips due to his unexpected touch.

Sitting in both of their laps, sandwiched between the two.

Just lightly touching each other, kissing each other, and slow sex.

There wouldn't be a show of dominance between Geralt and Yen, just all three of you loving on each other because sometimes rough sex was just too much.

Aftercare would involve one of them carrying you to the bath, covering your skin with kisses while bathing you.

After getting cleaned up, they would bring you back to bed and curl up with you between them.

Their soft touches, whispered praises, and i love you's while they held you in between their bodies would cause you to fall asleep feeling safe, loved, and cared for.

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