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Beautiful and Damned 8- The Snow Storm [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]
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Summary: There are things softer than silk.
Word Count: 3177
Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, poverty.
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You couldn’t exactly feel it through your gloves, but it looked as if Geralt’s venom induced fever had gone down when the beams of the sun started spilling into the room. His skin wasn’t glistening anymore, and the roots of his white hair which were drenched with sweat before looked dry. You stretched out, making a face as your back cracked, reminding you of your uncomfortable position on the chair throughout the night, and you grabbed the sheets to pull it over him but the minute you made a move he opened with eyes with a gasp, then groaned.
“Hey,” you tried to smile as you dropped the sheets over his body, “I thought you might be cold.”
He blinked a couple of times, as if trying to focus on you, “Princess?”
“Welcome back.”
“What are you-?” he tried to sit up as you rushed to stop him,
“Wait- Geralt, lie down.”
“I’m fine.”
“A giant spider attacked you!”
“Yeah an arachnomorph.”
“Yeah, whatever it is!” you said, “Ciri is fine, so is Jaskier if that’s what you want to check. You’re still hurt, you should stay put.”
“I’m fine,” he repeated and attempted to get off, but you put your hands on his shoulder, stopping him,
“Geralt, please,” you said gently, “For my sake.”
That seemed to do the trick, because he stopped dead in his tracks, looking up at you as you retrieved your hands.
“I’ll call the healer here,” you told him, then walked to the door to open it before telling the guard at the door to bring the healer here.
“How do you feel?” you asked him, as you closed the door again, “Do you need anything? Water?”
He nodded slowly and you grabbed the glass, filled it with water and handed it to him.
“Were you here the whole night?” he asked after taking a huge sip and you stole a look at him, then nodded.
“I thought that arac- aracmor-“
“Arachnomorph.”
“Yeah, that,” you said, “That it would kill you. Roach brought you back here.”
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Beautiful and Damned 9 - Unsteady [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]
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Summary: Rejection is always heartbreaking.
Word Count: 3469
Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, poverty.
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Rejection was a strange thing.
Through the whole night until the first lights of the sun shed into the room, you kept turning in the bed, trying your hardest to ignore the storm of thoughts in your mind. The room got brighter and brighter, the chattering from outside and the chirping of birds filling the air and Cassie walked around in the room, but you didn’t even have the energy to answer her questions.
You should’ve known she wouldn’t just let it go.
“Are you sick or something?” Fin’s voice reached your ears and you rolled your eyes, then rolled onto your back.
“No.”
“It’s noon.”
“So?”
“If you’re still sulking over being awkward with Geralt-“
“Don’t.” you shook your head, then sat down and pulled the furs with you, playing with the hem of your long nightgown. Fin tilted his head, pulling his brows together.
“What happened?”
“I wish to stay in bed today. And tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to.”
Fin scoffed, “Not good enough,” he said as he climbed to the foot of the bed carefully, “Tell me.”
You tried to blink back the tears, then heaved a shaky breath and narrowed your eyes at him,
“This is your fault, you know.”
“You’ll have to be more specific than that.”
“You encouraged me to- to pursue my interest,” you stammered, “You basically pushed me, and now I’m in disgrace-“
“What are you talking about?”
“Geralt,” you said, “I’m talking about Geralt.”
“What of him?”
“I made a fool of myself,” you snapped at him, “Your- all your talk about how he looks at me and all that nonsense, it was false.”
“No it wasn’t-“
“Fin,” you cut him off, “He doesn’t want me.”
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Beautiful and Damned 10 - Old Scars [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]
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Summary: Sometimes scars have meanings.
Word Count: 3734
Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, nudity
What you would wear for a wedding was in fact the least of your worries, but it wasn’t as if you could just tell that to your mother without being subjected to an hour of her ranting, so you just let her send you a lot of fabrics of a lot of colors, many of which were lying on your bed beside Fin, who was groaning.
“Stop,” you pointed at him as Cassie stifled a laugh, “And get off, you’re wrinkling them.”
“Is there any fabric that means my brother shouldn’t have to do this?”
Cassie shrugged, “Maybe purple? We could write it on the dress with silver threads.”
“Good idea.”
“Don’t encourage him,” you told Cassie and Fin heaved a sigh, then sat up.
“I doubt princess Meriel wants this.”
“That makes two of you, see? You have something in common.”
“No, I mean,” Fin waved a hand in the air, looking for words, “She doesn’t want…me.”
“What?”
“She doesn’t look at me with desire written in her eyes.”
“Fin, I don’t know how to break this to you, but people usually don’t look at people with desire written in their eyes.”
He pouted, “They don’t? Someone should let the witcher know.”
Your gaze sharpened and he waved the white fabric in the air, gesturing surrender.
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Beautiful and Damned 11- Sparks of Hope [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]
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Summary: Hope changes everything.
Word Count: 3728
Warnings: Mentions of violence, death.
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You didn’t get any sleep that night. In fact, even after dawn, after morning, after a long bath, your thoughts were still like a storm in your mind, Geralt’s words echoing in your ears.
He had left soon after he figured out what was written on your back, saying he needed to find your court mage, since he was also present during the time the witch had put that curse on you. Needless to say, it had even made you more confused the more you stayed alone with your thoughts, but of course, you wouldn’t get to stay like that for long. The giggles coming from outside made you look up from your sketching and in a couple of seconds, your door opened and Fin and Meriel rushed inside, with Fin grinning and Meriel clutching at her stomach to stop her giggles. Cassie raised her brows, a small smile pulling at her lips and you frowned slightly.
“Uh…good morning, you two.”
“Shhh!”
“What-?”
“We’re hiding from mother’s guards.” Fin whispered, and Meriel nodded, still giggling.
“She doesn’t want us to spend any time together at all before the wedding.”
“Yes because apparently, I will corrupt her.”
Meriel covered her lips to contain her laugh, but the second her eyes caught the sight of Cassie she almost froze, blinking a couple of times as if she was mesmerized.
“H-hello Cassie.”
“Your highness.”
“Oh you two met? Cassie is the love of my life, Meriel.”
Your eyes widened, “Fin! Don’t tell your future wife that!”
“I’m really not, your highness.” Cassie added hastily and Fin rolled his eyes.
“Yeah yeah, but she doesn’t love me back at all, so…” he turned to you, “We’re friends, it’s all good.”
“I don’t mind that,” Meriel stole a look at Cassie, then blushed and cleared her throat, “I- um… We’re sorry to disturb you, Y/N.”
“You didn’t,” you shook your head, “So what, you are trying to make mother mad?”
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Beautiful and Damned 11- Sparks of Hope [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]
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Summary: Hope changes everything.
Word Count: 3728
Warnings: Mentions of violence, death.
You didn’t get any sleep that night. In fact, even after dawn, after morning, after a long bath, your thoughts were still like a storm in your mind, Geralt’s words echoing in your ears.
He had left soon after he figured out what was written on your back, saying he needed to find your court mage, since he was also present during the time the witch had put that curse on you. Needless to say, it had even made you more confused the more you stayed alone with your thoughts, but of course, you wouldn’t get to stay like that for long. The giggles coming from outside made you look up from your sketching and in a couple of seconds, your door opened and Fin and Meriel rushed inside, with Fin grinning and Meriel clutching at her stomach to stop her giggles. Cassie raised her brows, a small smile pulling at her lips and you frowned slightly.
“Uh…good morning, you two.”
“Shhh!”
“What-?”
“We’re hiding from mother’s guards.” Fin whispered, and Meriel nodded, still giggling.
“She doesn’t want us to spend any time together at all before the wedding.”
“Yes because apparently, I will corrupt her.”
Meriel covered her lips to contain her laugh, but the second her eyes caught the sight of Cassie she almost froze, blinking a couple of times as if she was mesmerized.
“H-hello Cassie.”
“Your highness.”
“Oh you two met? Cassie is the love of my life, Meriel.”
Your eyes widened, “Fin! Don’t tell your future wife that!”
“I’m really not, your highness.” Cassie added hastily and Fin rolled his eyes.
“Yeah yeah, but she doesn’t love me back at all, so…” he turned to you, “We’re friends, it’s all good.”
“I don’t mind that,” Meriel stole a look at Cassie, then blushed and cleared her throat, “I- um… We’re sorry to disturb you, Y/N.”
“You didn’t,” you shook your head, “So what, you are trying to make mother mad?”
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Beautiful and Damned 12- Stolen Moments [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]
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Summary: Love creates treasured moments.
Word Count: 3589
Warnings: Mentions of violence, death.
It was as if everything was shinier now.
You had never thought it would be possible for you to wake up happy in this court, but it was exactly what you had felt that morning. Even if you hadn’t been able to see Geralt after your small escapade in the stables, the memory seemed to have etched itself into your mind, never leaving, so that you could enjoy it over and over again.
You were happy. Ecstatic even, when the future looked so bright and full of promises, when it was almost too hard for you not to walk around signing, when-
“Y/N!”
When your beloved brother shouted your name from the hallway before even getting to your door.
“Are you decent?”
You looked up from your sketches, “Yes,” you called out and he opened the door, then walked inside.
“Where’s Cassie?”
“She’s helping Meriel,” you said, “Something mother said about her jewelry for the wedding.”
“She has good taste,” Fin nodded, “So… I’ve had a thought.”
“Oh no.”
He made a face, “Listen first.”
“No no no, Fin I’m in such a good mood!”
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Beautiful and Damned 13 - The Fall [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]
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Summary: Bliss can disappear in a moment.
Word Count: 3443
Warnings: Mentions of sex and violence.
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This just had to be the brightest idea.
It had all started a couple of days ago when you were pulled into a deserted hallway by Geralt, and you had whined about how you could barely see him, your duties and his hunts in the forest but instead of just telling you to bear it, Geralt had come up with a different plan:
To visit your chambers, when he came back at dawn. Needless to say, now every night was better since you had the hope of seeing him when you woke up.
Well, with the exception of nightmares of course.
It had to be around the fifth time you had fallen asleep that through your haze you realized a movement in the room, by the window. You wanted to open your eyes, you really did, but your bed was very warm and peaceful and it surrounded you until you felt a soft touch over your hair, and heard his deep voice.
“Good morning princess.”
You forced yourself to open your eyes even though your eyelids weighed a ton, and a small smile pulled at your lips the moment the sight of him filled your vision.
“Welcome back,” you snuggled deeper into the covers, mind still clouded because of the fog of the sleep, “Is it morning already?”
“Almost,” he said, “Dawn.”
“Oh,” you yawned, then reached out to run your fingertips over his hand, “Was it a difficult hunt?”
“Not really,” he muttered, “Go back to sleep, hm?”
“No.”
He chuckled, “No?”
You were sure that normally you would be too embarrassed to even suggest such a thing, but luckily the sleep managed to get rid of any control you had over your mouth.
“Come,” you patted the bed and he tilted his head,
“Hm?”
“It’s warm,” you mumbled as you yawned, “You’re tired, and it’s too early.”
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Beautiful and Damned 17- Cold Heart [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]
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Summary: Some fights are inevitable.
Word Count: 3644
Warnings: Mentions of sex and violence.
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You were still staring at the parchment when Fin rushed into the room, with Jaskier, Cassie and Meriel following him suit. Cassie gasped, covering her mouth with her hand and held onto Meriel’s arm while Fin stared around the room. You held up the parchment and he carefully took it from you, then his jaw clenched.
“What-?” Jaskier asked as he read it over his shoulder, and Geralt took a step towards him.
“Fin.”
He looked up at him, a fire burning in his eyes, that same look you had seen on him the night where Tiernan was almost killed, “Yes?”
“How many people do you trust in this castle?”
Fin pulled his brows together, “Why-?”
“Because we can’t tell mother of this, nor father,” you spoke before Geralt could, “They will just use it to lock me up again, for my own safety.”
“How long can you stop the movement into and out of the castle without your father knowing?” Geralt asked and Fin shook his head slightly,
“Two days? It could give me enough time to find whoever it was who did this,” he said, “But during those days if they try again-“
“They will not.” Geralt growled deep in his chest, “She won’t be here.”
You frowned, “What?”
“We need to get you out of the castle.”
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BEL I AM AT A PUBLIC GYM I CAN’T-
Headcanons for Geralt of Rivia x Reader with a Size Kink
a/n: first time writing for geralt ayyyyyyyy lmk if you wish to be added to the geralt, jaskier, the witcher, or general taglists! ❤️
TW: violence, profanity, innuendo, fingering, oral m and f receiving, p in v sex, size kink duh, sexy times
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Witcher characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
-it goes without saying that geralt is a rather formidable man, size wise, quite a bit taller than average and broad, exceedingly muscular
-it's one of the first things you noticed about him when he comes to your village to hunt a striga that has been stalking your people
-you notice him almost immediately when he walks into the tavern where you sit in a corner with a few friends
-while they are completely terrified of him, you find yourself utterly fascinated
-when geralt's honeyed gaze turns to meet your curious eyes, you feel your throat constrict slightly, unable to breathe as he drinks you in, every feature on your face, every curve of your body hidden by your dress, and judging by the slight upturn of his lips, you think he is quite pleased with what he sees
-you watch geralt in action, fighting the striga, but more exciting than anything is the moment when the creature makes to attack you and the man lifts you into his arms to pull you out of harm's way, holding you with one arm and effortlessly defeating the monster with the other
-you gasp, your hands twisting in the fabric of his shirt as he slowly sets you down, leaving you to gaze up at him, and he loves how small and vulnerable you look standing in front of him, your lips slightly parted in wonder
-his hand moves to grip your chin, making you shy away ever so slightly at his touch, something else he quite enjoys
-geralt speaks in that low baritone of his that you find utterly impossible to resist, asking if you live nearby, to which you nod, pointing to a small cottage a little bit away from the two of you
-the surprised yelp that leaves your mouth when geralt lifts you up and tosses you over his shoulder, a hand placed squarely on your ass, delights him, as he tells you that you're sufficient enough payment for killing this striga
-the way he manhandles you onto your bed after kicking open the door to your home drives you absolutely mad, his imposing form hovering over you as he holds your wrists above your head with one hand with little effort
-his other hand quickly undoes the bodice of your dress and does away with your underclothes, his smirk deepening at the gorgeous sight before him
-"such a pretty little thing" he drawls, his hands tracing the contours of your body, finding the apex between your thighs and seeing that you're already wet for him, he lets out a dark chuckle, "you want me, don't you, little one?"
-"yes, geralt," you nod eagerly, throwing your head back against your pillow and mewling his name pathetically as he pushes three long thick fingers inside you, the wet noises they make being borderline obscene as he pumps the digits in and out of your cunt
-you can't help but wonder that if his fingers feel so long and thick inside of you, how his cock must feel, a question that he makes sure to answer for you sooner than later
-however first? he decides to fuck your mouth, admiring the way your lips wrap around him, barely able to take him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time he bucks his hips against you, a few tears falling from your eyes that he thinks make you look even more beautiful as you gag on his cock
-and when he finally fucks you, it's everything you ever imagined and more
-his cock is long and girthy as he sheathes himself inside you and you feel almost as though he's splitting you in half, the sting being almost painful at first, but your body soon accommodating him
-geralt admires the sight of the outline of his cock against your belly with every thrust into your wet cunt, pressing down on the bulge, making you cry out his name pitifully, like a bitch in heat as he continues fucking you into the mattress
-he loves being on top of you, pushing your knees up to your chest and folding you in half so that he can see how small you are compared to him as he pistons his hips against yours, feeling you squeezing around him impossibly tight with every thrust
-with his inhuman stamina and strength, he makes sure that you reach your peak many many times that night, to the point that you think you may faint from how much pleasure he's given you
-needless to say, anytime he finds himself passing your village after that night, he makes certain to look you up
Feast
Summary: You were caught stealing food. Now payment is due.
Pairing: Slightly Dark Geralt x Reader (not mention of ethnicity or body type.
Words: 715
Warning: 18+, minor DNI! Smut, kidnapping, dubious sexual consent, hinted oral sex (male receiving), dark themes.
I give no permission to copy my work, translate it or reposting.
A/N: Not beta'd, I shall die on my mistakes just like August slips off a cliff, hit his head with a hook and dies in fire. Been playing around today after I was inspired by a very specific scene in season 2. This is not spoilery to the season.
Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. Validation means everything to a writer.
Feast.
"MINE."
His roar cascaded on the edge of the blade. One little nudge and you would have felt the cold bite of death, and while you strongly believed the silver-haired devil had no intention of bleeding you, the alarming cold chance veered awkwardly in your gut.
The Witcher wore a shadow of a smile on his stone-hard face. A brisk golden flame lit in this eyes, along with the growl that played on his heavy breath.
"Mine," he repeated, softer now, causing the strange men who circled the two of you to step away.
"I've seen her first, you know," one of them mentioned in a voice filled with defeat.
Geralt showed no interest in this unnecessary bickering. Huffing with amusement, he wrapped one arm around your waist and plucked you from the ground, carrying you under his armpit as if you weighted nought.
Your feeble struggles did nothing to deter him, nor did your begging - he had made his choice, and you were it. Still, you fought and yipped and scratched into the crude leather of his armour, trying to prove your resistance to no avail.
Tauntingly, he chuckled and began to march into the groove of the forest at the road's edge. Brittle twigs snapped beneath his battle-worn boots, and the air grew thick the deeper he took you.
"Please," you tried your luck, "I didn't mean to steal. I was hungry!"
The man's jaw clenched at your words. "Aren't we all?" He spat in return and tightened his grip as his golden eye caught sight of a dark cavern.
Scarce beams of light penetrated through cracks in the cave's ceiling, shading the sharp stalactites in a glow of icy blue. The chill, damp air pried achingly into your bones, causing you to tremble as the Witcher let you to the ground.
Although your body had its freedom, every urge you had to run died under his brazen glare. Instead, you stood on your knees, watching the ashen-haired Witcher smirk and saunter around you while his hands reached for his belt.
You shuddered at the echo of the metal clanking as it fell to the ground, your entire body frozen, save for the unbidden heat that bloomed between your thighs.
The Witcher paused, his grin suddenly deepening; a sweet scent caught in his nose. Your cheeks burnt right away. You knew well enough what he could smell.
"Still hungry, lass?" He questioned and crept near.
Your belly answered with an embarrassing gurgle at the thought of food, but once your eyes fell on the hefty bulge in his trousers and the stroke of his hand over its length, you realised he had other means of feeding you.
Your throat felt suddenly dry, and the heat at the apex of your body had grown impossible hot. Every treacherous muscle reminded you that a hollow in your body was made to be served and filled by a man.
And what's greater than the ethereal monster who stood eager before you?
"Please..." you whispered ashamed, unable to look or steal away.
Large and brooding, he stepped closer and closer until his groin faced your mouth. Gentle, his hand lowered to stroke your head and unwittingly, you crumpled into his touch and nearly sighed, mistaking him to a long lost lover.
"Well," Geralt groaned, fingers weaving into your hair, "feast."
Eyes still glossy, you met his stare, and just then, the dreadful coldness within you grew so painful it felt like the only way to rectify it was to give in to his primal will and let him have you.
Perhaps he had bewitched.
Perhaps you were simply a whore.
You knew nothing anymore, aside from the fact that you wanted him to defile you. Though Geralt didn't urge. He took his time, victoriously watching the remaining tendrils of your protest tear before you reached an obedient hand to release him. A low growl rumbled in his throat then, revelling in the sweetness of your fingers wrapping around him.
Hot and thick, he throbbed in your grip, the crown of his cock dripping pearly drops of glistening dew in the cerulean beams of light.
You gave him one pitiful last glance before you surrendered to your fate and opened your lips to him fill your mouth.
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I don't own Geralt of Rivia or the Witcher.
Hey guys should I start writing something ??
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Hi guys! Someone send in a request or an ask or anything or inbox me so we can be friends I'm bored
My idea of a geralt fic would be that he somehow traveled to our modern world and the fem!reader finds him hurt and wants to help him. She happens to be a doctor. but also cant help but be attractive to him:)
I haven't written a Geralt fanfic yet, but I want to (so badly!!!) so I'm kind of training myself before writing my first full-length Geralt fanfiction. Right now I can only give you a (longish) drabble but I hope you'll like it.
Warning: injuries, implied smut
Suspension of disbelief (more than usually) is advised
You blink fast, waiting for the hallucination to end, but the thing doesn't move. It just stands there, a couple of feet from the curve of the road where you'd slammed the break of your jeep.
It looks like a man but he is huge and his eyes reflect your headlights like the eerie eyes of animals. You're wondering if the other pairs of glinting eyes are the figments of your imagination just like... is that a sword on his back?
"I am not a knight", he replies distractedly in an incredibly deep, gravely voice. Okay, weirdo. "And I'm fine", he adds but his words are slurred and when he tries to take a step, his gait is wobbly.
You slowly open your car's door, get out and carefully ask, "are you hurt, sir?" You saw the blood on his forearm, gushing from a seemingly deep wound and you also spotted blood on the shoulder of his dirty shirt.
"Sir, you seem injured. I'm a doctor, let me help you" you say to him, fear and your sense of duty battling in you. But of course you have to help him.
"A healer?" he asks, his voice getting weaker. You approach him carefully, and saw his eyes are in fact amber coloured, like a those of a big cat, and his face is harsh but handsome, his jaw lines sharp, long pale hair dirty and bloody.
You talk to him the whole time while you help the strange man in the back seat of your car and you carefully drive to your cabin.
Just after you help him lay down on your couch, he passes out, giving you an opportunity to examine his injuries undisturbed.
You button down his black shirt, manage to pull it from his limp upper body and throw it on the floor next to his sword and a belt containing curious little bottles of liquids.
You reveal an enormously wide and muscular torso peppered with dark chest hair and full of botched scars.
"What a sloppy work" you frown as you run your fingers through an especially angry looking scar. "Such a shame for this body", you muse, admiring his physique.
You touch the medal on his chest, an embossed silver circle with the profile of a wolf on it. As your fingers idly circle the edge of the medal, an image of a wolf with pale white fur appears in your thoughts, looking at you with hunger in its amber eyes, growling, showing you its impressive fangs.
You check his pulse and you’re shocked discover that his heartbeat is extraordinary slow. Who and what is this man?
There is a stab wound on his shoulder. It's not that serious but needs cleaning and stitches. You quickly take care of his injuries.
When you're done, you go to the tiny kitchen nook, take a beer from the fridge, pop it and sit on the rug between the couch and the small fireplace in which you've just kindled a tiny fire.
As you’re sipping the brew, you’re wondering whether this is another cosplayer who got lost in the woods during daytime. Or maybe he played swordfight with his buddies for a photoshoot, got injured and the others bolted, fearing being arrested.
But he looks so serious, so battered, so... He somehow looks both young and old. Something about him is so ageless. Based on his features and physique you'd say he's 40 years old, tops. He looks like a younger veteran.
You sit up on your knees and lean closer to examine his face. You carefully tug the base of a strand of white hair at his hairline. It's not a wig. Curious.
You pull up the edge of his upper lip with the pad of your index finger and see that his canines are a tad longer and pointier than the average (which of course sends little currents of excitement to your core - stupid instincts) but they are not unnatural. Speaking of which...
You touch one of his eyelids, pull it up carefully, and you frown when you don't see the telltale sign of contact lens just outside the edge of his amber iris.
You jump a little when the wolf eye suddenly focuses on you, and a hand shoots out, grabbing your hand that touched his face. His hand is so strong and warm.
"Where am I?" he rasps. "In my cabin," you reply, "I took care of your injuries. You are fine but you need rest."
"Hmm" he grunts, and the sound makes your skin tingle.
"What are you?" you ask curiously.
"I'm a witcher."
"Is that like a wicca thing for dudes?" you ask amused, eyeing the little potionlike bottles.
"Don't know what that is. Are you a mage?" he asks back, amber eyes roaming your face, making you giggly. Oh, come on, pull yourself together!
"A what?" you laugh.
"There are so many things here that must be of magical origin", he looked around, eyeing the few modern equipments of the small space. “There is magic in the air” he grunts.
"What is your name?" you asked, deciding to remain alert with this weirdo, but assume this night can't get any more absurd.
"Geralt."
You tell him your name, and ask him, "do you live in the woods, Geralt?"
"More or less", he replies. "I'm a hunter."
"A hunter..." you repeat his words, touching his nose, his cheek and his jawline with your tender fingers. It was so long ago that you touched a man this intimately. And Geralt was so handsome, so rugged, so huge. He looked like a man who knows his way around a woman's body, weird wicca dude or not.
Oh shit, you think as you realize that you are getting aroused.
Geralt’s nostrils flare and he takes a deep breath, holding your gaze trapped. You feel as though he has some power over your body. As if he can command it.
You involuntarily lean close to his face and plant a small kiss on his lips. He doesn't let you pull away, instead he cups your nape with his huge hand and kisses you back, his tongue pushing in your mouth, giving you the faint taste of rosemary and something inexplicably arousing.
When you break the kiss to get some air in your fluttering lungs, he grabs your hips and pulls you up on the couch on top of him.
"Geralt, you are injured!" you exclaim, trying to squirm away, not wanting to hurt him.
His hands hold your hips like two iron clamps, even the hand of his injured arm, and you feel a growing bulge under your core as he slightly shifts his pelvis. Your breath hitches.
He gives you an amused smile that forms delicious dimples on his masculine cheeks and as he pulls your mouth back down on his, he says
"Don't worry, little healer. I'm more than fine."
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Life, Death, and Destiny
Prompt: Witch!Reader keeps giving Geralt weird little trinkets and crystal necklaces saying that this one protects you and this one keeps the bad feelings away and this one will call good spirits and wisdom upon him, and he doesn't believe her until one time he's fighting this monster and somehow, he keeps dodging this monster perfectly without even needing to drink his elixir. He kills the beast, and goes back to Witch!Reader, demanding her to explain how this works when he knows for a fact, she doesn't have magic like a mage or a druid. She simply winks and leaves him curious, so he stays with her and figures out how she is somehow unintentionally magical.
I'm not gonna lie, I did not stick to this prompt. It went a little sideways and flopped. So, my apologies! It is not false advertising, I swear.
As Geralt was walking to Roach, his mare, he heard his name called... It was faint but grew louder as the person shouting his name got closer.
"Geralt!"
Geralt rolled his eyes, thinking it was another townsfolk wanting him to go kill something.
"Geralt, wait!"
But then he recognized that voice...
"Geralt! Would you stop for a minute?"
He stopped. The Witcher slowly turned around and saw y/n. They were panting, keeled over.
"Before you leave, take this." They reach out and in their hand is a little charm that can be added to the strap of leather that keeps his hair up. "It's for battle wisdom. Knowing you, you'll need it. I hope it keeps you safe on your travels." Y/n stands up, and composes themselves.
"Well, I can see you are wandering towards Roach... where will you go next?"
Geralt took the charm slowly. He didn't trust anything magical. Especially when it came from someone that he had never heard was magical beforehand. Nevertheless, he took the charm and clamped it around the leather holding his hair back.
"There was a monster sighting near Waterwood. The locals regularly use the water for business, so they need me to come clear out whatever monster lies in the river." He gruffly divulged the details of his departure.
"Well... if you ever wish to come back, you know where I am." Y/n skipped off down the stone path to the cottage that sat on the edge of the wood, surrounded in wildflowers and other magical plants.
Geralt grunted before stalking back to Roach, mounting her, and taking off into the night.
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Y/N woke to a banging on the wooden front door. The type of banging on hollow wood that gave you chills. Especially after being chased from town for giving Geralt a charm. This specific town doesn't necessarily take too kindly to witches and magic.
The banging lessened to a knock. Y/N quickly extinguishes all the candles before slowly opening the door and hiding in the nook between the wall and the door. Waiting for anyone...
someone...
The person walks in slowly, sword in hand, and eyes seemingly glowing in the dark. The stock build of his shoulder balancing out the slender legs of pure muscle. His footsteps silent, but hers are gone.
Y/N makes no noise as they scampers across the floor of grass and behind a chair. A chair made of engraved wood and hide from a monster, if you can believe it. Absolutely beautiful.
Y/N gently whistled a tune... a tune used when Geralt and them went on a small stroll through the woods. Y/N insisted that it would help Geralt ground himself before the hunt he was about to embark on.
Immediately, he stopped and put the sword away before casting Igni on a candle near him. He carried it to the chair and saw a head of hair peeking out from behind the arm of it. "Y/N?"
"Geralt!" Y/N stands from the crouched position on the ground and goes around to hug Geralt. He accepts it before lighting the fireplace filled with charcoal and adding new wood to keep the old burning.
"Why did you hide? Monsters don't knock. Mages don't bother people in their homes anymore." Geralt was ticking things off a list that might make them be wary of anything.
"Were you... were you scared of me?"
Y/N, who was first scared that Geralt might go on a rage like the one in Blaviken, was now flustered. "Oh no! Oh goodness, no!"
"So why were you skittering around like a mouse, trying to find warmth?"
"I... I was chased out of town..." Y/N can see Geralt tensing, becoming physically angry, "Don't worry about it though! It allows me to become one with nature. I forage all my food now and the butcher is kind, giving slices of meat no one else would want. I have deepened my relationship with magic and peace. I am happy. Don't worry about me."
Geralt was trying to slow his breathing and be rational, staring into the fire. How could they do this to you? You had done nothing but help them, and they turned on you. You had provided them with medicines that don't poison and trinkets that you can only find in the forest.
"Why?"
A simple question that held so much power. The power to anger or calm. The power to cause action or stop it. The power of chaos or peace.
And so, Y/N chose peace.
"I assume they finally decided they didn't like me anymore," Y/N smiled.
"That's a lie. You provided them with medicine. Small villages don't just abandon their healers." Geralt moved, gently pinning Y/N to the monster-leather seat.
"So tell me... why did they do it?"
Y/N looked into his eyes, marveling at how their reflected the flames to look like pools of lava themselves. Y/N knew that their response was too late when he furrowed his brow. Y/N looked down.
"They... they saw me give you that charm..." Geralt quickly got up and leaned against the stone mantle that looked like it had been there forever, made by Gaia herself. A sanctuary for the weak, weary and, what others would call, weird.
"They don't take kindly to magic folk around here, Geralt. It's why I have placed wards around the cottage."
Geralt was surprised. An actual ward? He knew that you liked to do everything yourself, if you could. Wards required mages and you were not a mage.
"A ward?" You nodded, "And who did these wards?"
"I did!"
To him, you sound childish. A person with no real magic was somehow placing wards around their home...
But somehow, the house seems untouched by the outside world. The hurtful one of torches and pitchforks.
"Alright... well, I have a monster hunt nearby. I'll stay here. Just for some extra protection." Geralt announced. There was no turning back or denying him this.
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As Geralt was walking out of the cottage that was surprisingly not attacked by townspeople the entire time he was there, Y/N called to him.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nope!" Y/N holds out a small necklace with a complicated charm strung onto it. "Just wanted to give you this."
Geralt gently took it into his hands. "And what does this one do?"
"It's a protection necklace. I know you will inevitably find danger, so this should help keep you on your toes and safe for your also inevitable return," Y/N proudly announces to Geralt as he kept a straight face. He had no real belief this would do anything for him, but he put it into a pouch near his chest.
"Alright. Stay safe, Y/N"
"You as well, Geralt. Blessed be, my friend."
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Geralt rode upon the cottage that had a plume of smoke exiting the stone chimney and candlelight coming from the kitchen. It was an exhausting monster hunt and all he wanted to do was rest.
Once he had tied Roach to the small stables that Y/N kept up, he walked to the home. Before Geralt could knock, the door swung open.
"Geralt!" was all that was said before a flurry of greens and browns flooded his sight. He was encompassed with the warmth only you could provide. A hug... something he hasn't felt in a while.
You slide off of him and out of his arms. "How are you, my friend? Why don't you come in?" Y/N opens the door for him to enter and beckon the large man inside your cozy home.
The smell of rosemary and chicken flood his nose. The warm glow of the fire in the living room flickered across the walls and seeped into every crack, spreading the softness that Y/N carried. Geralt walked slowly into the home and sat down on one of the chairs you have. It was soft, like from a castle, but not quite as tall or luxurious looking. He wondered where you got it from.
Over the fire, a soup of chicken, carrots, potatoes, and herbs brewed in a cauldron that seemed to magically hang from the ceiling, even though it was directly under the chimney stack.
"So... how are you, my friend?" Y/N's gentle voice entered Geralt's mind. It's like you were allowing him space to take in the home as he wishes instead of flooding his senses with everything all at once. A nice change of pace of the monster hunter, the White Wolf.
"I am... good. I was surprisingly not hurt on my last hunt. This striga seemed... slower than normal, though..." Geralt contemplated on his latest hunt, mulling it over in his mind, "Must not have been at full strength."
"Would you like some mead?" You offer the Witcher some of your honey wine. A delicacy was not often seen in common households, but you have never been part of the common folk. Plus, you tended to a honey bee hive in a tree near the cottage.
"Why not?" Geralt takes the mug of mead from you as you walk to the cauldron where your stew was done cooking. You ladle the chicken soup into wooden bowls you once bought from a traveling merchant and add a slice of bread to it. It had not been the first time you opened up your home to the infamous White Wolf... and it certainly won't be the last.
"Well, eat up. You are welcome to stay as long as you like." You offer a safe night's sleep before finishing your bowl of soup and putting the bowl in a basket of other dirty plates and bowls. You take the cauldron of soup and take it outside, where you can feed the hungry children of the village. The only people who dare to come near...
Before you can lug the pot of wonderful healing stew outside, Geralt notices. "What are you doing?"
You stop, setting the cauldron on the floor for a rest. "Well... the children of the village have not been eating as much and I feel bad... their parents cast me out, not them. Why should they have to suffer for a choice they had no choice in?" Y/N looks at Geralt in confusion before shaking their head and picking up the cauldron again.
Geralt stands and before you can walk with the heavy pot, he takes it from you. "If they catch ypou doing this... you could be killed."
"I would rather die doing something good than nothing at all." You skip happily besides Geralt as he carries the pot with way less effort than you have to.
As you approach your normal spot to feed the children, you can see the dozens of eyes that hide in the woods. They are scared...
"You have nothing to fear, children. The Witcher will never hurt you."
First, nothing happens, but after a minute, a thin girl walks to you. You kneel, handing her a bowl of the chicken stock. You know this one. This girl has been sick since she came from the womb of her mother, who died during childbirth.
A boy, a bit stockier than he was a month ago, came up to you, slightly avoiding the Witcher's gaze as he also grabbed a bowl from you and started drinking the contents of the soup. You gave him bits of chicken and vegetables, knowing that he won't be full unless the boy has them. He has grown since you first saw him.
One by one, the children gained confidence in you and lost their fear in the monster hunter who was leaning on a tree behind you.
Eventually, you ran out of mouths to feed and food to give, so you grabbed the bowls the children used, put them in the cauldron, and walked home with the pot in hand.
"Well, Geralt, what brings you around this time?"
"Just a reprieve. I needed some... how do you say it... grounding."
You drop the cauldron by the door & clap, "Perfect! I'm going to the well now to grab water. It is chore day. What would you prefer to do?"
As Geralt looked around, he noticed the various plants that were hanging in your window and drying in the sun. And then he noticed the weeds that had begun to grow in your garden.
"Let me grab the water and prepare the pot for another meal," Geralt wanted to take the heaviest thing off you. It would not be too hot weeding the garden considering the time and season.
"I can weed the garden and wash the bowls & cutlery. Fantastic! Make sure to rub the inside of the pot with tallow before hanging it up to dry."
Geralt grunts and walks to the well, buckets in hand.
This is going to be the longest day in a while...
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You prep Roach before Geralt is scheduled to take off into the horizon once more.
As you finish getting the saddle tied down, you look around for any peering eyes. Not finding any, you pull out a Rune for speed and chant a small & simple spell before tying said rune to the inside of the saddlebag.
You hurriedly make yourself seem busy by packing his saddlebag with all the necessities, including a jug for water and a fresh loaf of sourdough bread wrapped in some parchment that you covered in beeswax.
Geralt exits the cottage, strapping the last bit of armor down to himself, walking towards you and Roach. Before he can reach you, you walk to Roach's front and say a quick prayer and chant for speed and health. That they may get to wherever they must be, right when they must be there and not a moment too late.
As Geralt approaches, you give him one last hug. And a warning...
"Save the apple bread for when you need it most."
Geralt, understandably confused, watches as you skip towards your cozy home. Before you make it even halfway, the White Wolf shakes his head as a method of clearing it before mounting Roach and taking off into the distance.
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You are calmly knitting while waiting for the loaf of bread in the fire to cook when a banging erupts from your door. You are immediately apprehensive, as banging is not usually a good sign anymore.
Before you were chased out of the town banging meant someone was hurt. Also not good, but treatable.
Banging now... that's nothing good.
"Open your door or I will kick it down!" Geralt's gruff voice was muffled by the door, but you could tell he was yelling.
You hurriedly put down your knitting project and let Geralt in. He walks in and turns rather smoothly however quick, effectively shutting the door and trapping you between him and the thick wood the door offered.
"What are you? Are you a sorceress?!" Geralt questioned you with intense yellow eyes. The type of eyes he saved for people who have used him and lied to him.
"No, Geralt... I am not a sorceress. Why do you ask?" You gently take one of his arms down from its tense position leaning against the door to massage his hand in between your fingers. You gently guide him to a chair and sit him down before asking once more...
"What has made you think that I am a sorceress, Geralt?"
He grunts and looks into the dancing flames of the fire that licked the stone and left black soot marks.
"I was faster, stronger... more insightful... Roach rode like the wind and we got exactly where we needed to be just in time, even early. This didn't start happening until you started giving me things. And don't think I didn't notice the rune in my saddlebag. You may be a witch, but you are no sneak. So, what are you?"
A pregnant pause filled the space and time had eaten away at it.
You needed to tell him eventually. Now was as good a time as ever.
"I... You're right. I am a witch. But I am not a sorceress or a mage! I do not dabble in chaos. I am an omnist. I believe in the existence of every god. I also bend and use energy at my will. The thing people call 'Destiny' can be written, but then erased & rewritten. That's what I do. A 'narrow miss' suddenly becomes an 'easy dodge.' I take Destiny... and I manipulate her for my desired outcome. And if my desired outcome just so happens to be a few kids fed and the Savior of the people of the Continent, so be it."
It felt as though the energy had moved from this feeling where something was violently poking and stabbing to try and get out, to absolute stillness.
An eerie calm after a storm.
The sort of calm you feel right before a bomb goes off...
Except...
No bomb went off.
No storm flooded the room.
Geralt could only feel awe.
Not at just your power but how you chose to wield it.
You had the power of Destiny at your disposal, and you chose to help a few kids whose parents banished you from their town.
You had the power of Destiny... eating out of your hands... and you chose to help him...
The last time he felt this... loved... was Yennefer. But even Yennefer's love wasn't baselining love. She was lust. A poor foundation of love.
What is Geralt even thinking?! Love? He couldn't love. No... His path was a lonely, treacherous one.
But it was one many others have joined him on...
Maybe it wasn't as bad as he is thinking...
Maybe...
Just maybe....
A little bit of love is okay.
The White Wolf doesn't howl his praises or paw for attention. All he does is kneel.
Kneel in front of the most powerful, lovely, deadly person he has ever known... and hold them.
"Thank you... for protecting me..."
"Anytime, Geralt."
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Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. If you have any requests, please feel free to ask me. Also, I know I made this one non-binary after editing, and I know what I said before I posted anything. Have a great night! Bye!
Welcome Home, White Wolf
Reader lives in a cute Baba Yaga style cottage that has a window that looks like an eye and has a cute plume of pink feathers on the back and a large window on the side. With a roof with moss and crows and a brick chimney that always has smoke coming out of the shaft. Geralt and Reader are married and Geralt isnt scared because Reader stays in her Baba Yaga house.
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As Geralt ventured deeper into a seemingly endless forest, it grew dark. The White Wolf knew instinctively that it was not even afternoon yet.
The trees, thick with foliage, danced in the wind of the air currents that circle and flow within the atmosphere. The animals, small and large alike, cleared away from his path but watched from the pitch of the deep black ferns and bushes that lined Geralts path.
As Geralt rode Roach, he came up upon a cute and quaint home. However cute this home was, it was no ordinary home. It rested upon 2 chicken legs and had what looked like a plume of feathers on the back. On the front, was a gigantic eye that was made to look like a window.
Geralt sighs in contentment.
"Favela?" The quaint cottage turned to look at Geralt after wandering aimlessly for a long time, "May I come in?"
Favela bowed her chicken legs and allowed Geralt into her master's home.
"Thank you... Favela..." Geralt gently pets the sentient being that was his wife's home.
The smell of bread and rosemary permeated the wood of the door and flowed out the French swinging windows of Favela. Geralt was once again reminded of how odd this was supposed to be... but of how homey this felt.
How much of a home he could have as a traveler who kills monsters and is feared or hated by most. Sometimes the two are not mutually exclusive... People tend to fear what they don't understand, and then they fight it. They fight to try and keep whatever semblance of normalcy they had. Which, in this case, wasn't any.
He swings the door open. "Y/N! I'm home!"
A broom brushes past him and a crow settles into a high beam of the cottage. The fire crackles and a woman with purples swirls of energy surrounding her runs to the man. A man... something he only feels like when surrounded by her.
Not a hero made to kill monsters.
Not a killer for hire, as he was before Blaviken.
Just a man. A man who deserves love and care. A man who deserves to rest and know comfort. A man.
As she runs, he prepares for the hug that comes from the flurry of black and green, and is breathless. Not from the force of her jumping hug but from her.
Her eyes and her hands. How soft they are across his tough, weathered hands. How wonderful she feels in his arms...
Geralt is just happy to be home, and the White Wolf is happy to have a place to rest.
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Author's Cup of Tea:
This is the TikTok that inspired it all: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8jTay4a/
I do not own the artist, or the art. I just got really inspired.
Moment of Peace
sorceress!reader travels with geralt and ciri as their healer and ciris mother figure as geralts wife. one relaxing day, reader shows ciri a little party trick that geralt doesnt know yet. ends with geralt and reader play fighting about why she didnt show him but showed ciri; and them all acting like a family
(not my image)
As we finally settle in a meadow, surrounded by forest, I let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of sun against my face and the soft soil beneath me feels amazing.
"Ciri! Y/N! Go collect water. I'll be right back." Geralt commands, but before he can leave to collect wood and sustenance for the night, you stop him and give him a quick kiss.
"Be safe."
"Always am."
Those simple four words are all you need before you walk off into the forest for a few yards, before you come upon a clear water stream. You see Ciri standing in the water and feeling the sun while collecting water. As you join her in the water, she looks up.
"So... why do you allow him to order you around if you're his wife?" Ciri, blunt as ever, asks, not understanding that this is Geralt's way of showing his love.
"He doesn't 'order' me around. It's his way of keeping us safe. I'm a mage and can keep you safe. You're training and can keep me safe. Plus, he goes off and does the dangerous hunting, so we don't have to. It's his way of showing love." I explain his actions and why I react without losing my patience with the way Geralt talks to me.
"Oh. I didn't think about it like that." Ciri ticks her head to the side and continues to collect water.
"Geralt isn't conventional. But he is exactly how I want him. I wouldn't want it any other way." I start towards the bank of the river and continue walking along the greenery of the forest.
As Ciri looked on as you walked, she watched in mystery. The forest seemed to bend to your will. The trees would part to make a path for you and the stones would roll out of the way, leaving only soft soil for you to walk on.
As you both reached your camp site, Geralt was dragging a large deer, and a cloth behind him that was filled. Probably with wood.
You and Ciri both put your jugs down as Geralt drops the sack of wood off near you and walks to the trees to skin the animal for food & it's hide.
You have the sense to build the fire and let Ciri light it later. She's normally sleepy when you build the fire. Makes it easier.
As you both run around, you find a good size patch of daisies.
"Ciri!" You call over the girl, "Come here!"
The blonde girl runs over to see what you're looking at.
"Would you like to learn how to make a daisy chain? You can even put one on Geralt, if you'd like." You throw out the tempting offer to make the Witcher seem silly.
And Ciri quickly agrees. You sit down, careful to avoid the daisies, and show her how to make a daisy chain/flower crown.
As the sun is no longer at its nice, warm heat and enters the baking heat, you take Ciri down to the stream again to clean up. 'The sun will dry us faster' was your reasoning to drag the girl with you.
As you are cleaning your clothes and yourself off, you see Ciri doing the same. Perfect.
"Hey, Ciri! Would you like to see something?"
"Um... What is it?"
"I promise, no harm will come unto you from me. It's just a little party trick."
"Ok..." She waded closer to you as you met her in the middle of the stream.
You magically gathered the sweat and water from Ciri and yourself, throwing it into the air and condensing the clouds around the sun to have more water, allowing the clouds to form a sort of circle around the sun. As the sun continues to shine, the clouds begin turn colors... briefly pink, then a light green, and there's a light blue! (Refer to the picture at the top)
Ciri looks at the sky in awe. "You can do this?" She points to the clouds.
"Yes. When I was at Aretuza, they taught not just politics and magic. They taught basic sciences. This was one of those. I had asked my teacher why there as a rainbow after every rainfall. She explained it to me. Since then, I had been practicing it until I was able to perfect it. Took a couple tries, but it came one day, and it stayed."
"And you never showed me?" A deep, hulking voice inquired from the shadows. Of course, the yellow cat-like eyes gave him away.
"I'm sorry, Geralt. I thought of it as a mere party trick. And it's not like it is helpful when we are off on adventures." I laugh and 'apologize' for not showing my husband sooner.
"You better be sorry!" He charges out of the woods and into the stream, getting both you and Ciri wet again, before lifting you by the waist and carrying you back to base on his shoulder. Everyone was laughing and peace was covering the three of them.
Just a moment of peace.
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Author's Cup of Tea:
I am so sorry the ending was bad. I didn't know what to put for the ending so I winged it. Thank you all so much for your love and support of my work! I love to see everyone enjoying it.
Waterhaven Chalet
sorceress!reader is a mage who went to aretuza, but politics did not suit her. As such she took what she learned, magic wise, and left to the countryside. she now has a cottage/chalet where her and her friends can rest and be hidden off the map from the multitude of wards and protections she has around her chalet. sorceress!reader still practices magic but only practices water magic. geralt needs a place for him, ciri, and jaskier to stay after a long few days and she offers her stronghold. she plays host for a few days, and practices in between hosting. one day ciri finds reader practicing on a rock, in the middle of the river that runs by readers home. geralt sees ciri admiring reader and admires her as well. ends with ciri learning readers water magic/waterbending and jaskier having a new song about a dame who coulld part seas and make the waters bend to her will.
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"Ciri! Come!" Geralt gruffly beckoned the girl. They had been on the road for weeks, or even months, and they just went through another rough monster hunt that didn't pay much.
Geralt had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind after the third underpaid, overworked contract he took. Especially with trying to train Ciri in between contracts and outings, it was getting rough. Jaskier being with them made things easier because he was great at distracting Ciri when she needed to be. By the fourth contract, Geralt's body was begging for a rest... and he could think of only one place safe enough to hold both him and Ciri under the same roof.
Waterhaven Chalet
A mini castle that his friend had bought long ago. It was surrounded by wards that make it imperceivable to the naked eye. It was also protected by the most powerful sorceress Geralt knows. Y/N. There was no doubt she could protect the three of them plus herself.
They had met during a monster hunt of Geralt's. It was a simple Water Hag, but the monster had proven to be... quicker than most. Probably because it had fed more. Geralt still killed the Hag, but at the cost of what he was certain was his own life.
Of course... Destiny had other plans.
Y/N stumbled upon him as his vision was starting to darken and he could no longer keep himself in this sphere of existence. She had manipulated the waters to carry him back to her home where she nursed him back to health, sharpened his swords, refined his armor, and got him a new Roach. A pitch-black mare. Fitting for a man who carried the scent of death with him wherever the White Wolf went.
Geralt went on his way after Y/N nursed him to health but promised to return when he needed to.
And now he needs to. Ciri trudges after the man while Jaskier strums his lute to try and bring up Ciri's spirits. Geralt rides his pitch-black mare named Roach and leads the way to Waterhaven Chalet.
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"Where are we going?" Jaskier asks, trying to stay hopeful that Geralt isn't just dragging them around the forest aimlessly.
"A place to rest," is all Geralt says before continuing to walk. Ciri was getting tired, so Geralt put her on Roach to rest.
"It's not winter... Are we going to Kaer Morhen even though it's not time yet?" Ciri, using her wits, tries to press Geralt of where they are going by backing his logic into a corner.
"A Witcher never has only one card up their sleeve, Ciri. Remember, the Witcher carries steel and silver swords. Why would we limit our options?" Geralt continues walking before looking around, checking for a sign that they might be close.
He finds one. embedded in a stone in the river that he has been following for the past 4 hours. Three rolling waves on wavy lines surrounded by a circle. The Chalet's crest. He was getting close to the border.
"OOH! Shiny!" Jaskier said, picking up a blue stone with the Chalet's crest from the forest floor.
"WHO DARES ENTER MY HOME?" A deep and booming, disembodied voice comes from nowhere. Jaskier screams and drops the engraved crystal.
"It's Geralt! I brought a couple of..." Geralt looks at the jumpy teen who had her sword out with a stone-cold face, and the frightened grown man who looked like he might piss himself, "friends."
"Oh no! Why didn't you say so earlier?" A soft and pitched voice still disembodied speaks. A woman wearing purple, and blue appears from thin-air and picks up the crystal that Jaskier dropped. She dropped to her knees at the edge of the river and held the crystal in the running water before imbuing with her magic and burying it once more. Deeper, this time.
"Well, I do believe introductions are in order, but let's get you cleaned up first." Y/N opened a 'door' in the barrier that showed her home, the Waterhaven Chalet. Geralt, Ciri, Roach, and Jaskier all made it through before she shut the 'door' on the protective wards.
Ciri was in awe at such a beautiful place. Jaskier was concerned and curious. Geralt was smirking. Roach wanted some apples and hay to have. Finally, a decent meal.
As the woman walked down the path, she turned to look back at the group. "Well, come on! The soup will burn! Its already sunset!"
Geralt smiles, chuckling and shaking his head before walking with Roach in tow. Ciri hopped off the back of the horse and started running to the woman. The two girls whispered to each other, beaming, before taking off down the road to the house. Jaskier was walking slowly, taking everything in; hoping he won't happen upon a magical landmine.
Geralt takes Roach to the stables, and holes her up there before entering the home.
"Geralt! Wash up and then come eat! Its savory potato soup!" The woman called to him. He smiled and tapped his boots like she showed him. He once stepped foot on her floors without tapping his boots. He still sweats thinking about the memory.
He goes to the basin that is near the door, and washes his hands, scrubbing with the rough stone to get the dirt out of his hands. He dries his hands on the towel she keeps near.
As he enters, he sees her gently stirring the enormous pot of soup. He stands there in peace, seeing Jaskier and Ciri play fighting with sticks through the window.
"Did you tap your boots before you walked into my home, Geralt?"
"Of course. I shiver at the thought of what might happen if I don't..." Geralt hesitates to say her name, "Desna."
The woman, Desna, pauses. "You remembered." She keeps on stirring her pot, ensuring nothing burns.
"How could I? The first time we met, you tried to kill me." Geralt sat down, probably in Jaskier's seat, seeing as a pint of blackberry-honey wine was already there.
"You intruded on my land. It's only fair to kill a trespasser who is as strapping and capable as you." Desna shrugs as she continues to stir, smelling the soup. "Ciri! Jaskier! It's time to come in!"
The two looked at each other, nodding in agreement, before racing for the door, tumbling through it. They almost leave the dirt mat before Desna speaks: "If you don't tap your boots and wash your hands, you will be meeting the monsters alone tonight."
The two freeze before taking a step onto the floor. Geralt chuckles, taking a drink of the wine.
They tap their boots and wash their hands in the basin. They then go to their seats, Jaskier pouting that Geralt stole his seat. Desna laughs and shakes her head, gathering another mug for his wine. Desna grabs the bowls and scoops the soup for all of them.
"For tonight, my specialty, Savory Potato Soup. It's got potatoes, carrots, cream, cheese, bacon, and onions. So very yummy." She hands everyone their bowls and sits next to them. Her cat, Kore, brushes up against everyone's legs as she gnaws on the chicken carcass that Desna left for her.
"Thank you... Desna..." Geralt thanks their host before the other 2 nod and continue wolfing down the soup.
"Eat it slowly. You'll burn yourself, choke, or both." Desna nods as accepting their thanks. ______________________________________________________________
One day, Desna walks around and grabs all of her dirty laundry. As she plops it outside at the washing station, she shakes her head and goes inside with a basket on her hip.
As she knocks on Jaskier's door, Geralt walks down the hallway. "Oh, Geralt. Do you have any laundering that needs to be done? I'm doing some right now and thought I would do everyone's."
"Yes. I'll have it outside the door when you walk by it again."
"Thank you, Geralt." The hunkering man walks away, leaving deep sounds to echo in the hall.
Jaskier opens the door. "Hey, Jaskier. Do you have any laundering that needs to be done?"
He looks mortified. "Good god, woman. Don't tell me you're going to be doing everyone's laundry!" You shrug.
"Well, in that case..." Jaskier hurries off to get his laundry, clearly not affected anymore. Jaskier comes back and plops it in the basket on your hip. "Thank you, Desna!"
"Anytime, Jaskier!" Desna walks off towards Ciri's room, where it seems Geralt had visited. Ciri's laundry was already in front of her room, and as Desna was walking past Geralt's room once more, she could see his laundry in front of his door. Desna silently thanks the man and puts the laundry in the basket with everyone else's.
When Desna has everyone's laundry outside, she looks to the clearwater stream and does a few movements to pull a stream of the water towards her and into the bucket that she washes the clothes in. Desna does a little happy dance and washes everyone's clothes carefully and thoughtfully.
Once Desna finishes, she hangs everyone's clothes on their own wire, so as to not confuse anyone's clothes. Not that they could.
Geralt's were enormous. And always an off-black shirt, black pants, and black everything. Perfectly comfy to wear around the house...
Ciri's clothes were smaller than the others. She also had mismatching pants and shirt. Her pants were a deep blue, almost black, whereas she had a green shirt, stained by rolling around in dirt and grass.
And Jaskier's clothes were almost gaudy. All in varying colors and still dirt stained but hidden within the crevices of the snakeskin pattern and metallic bronze-gold shirts. The one normal shirt he had was 2 or 3 sizes smaller than Geralt's and off-white instead of off-black. ______________________________________________________________
It has been a couple weeks since the group has come to Waterhaven Chalet, and Desna can feel it.
She can feel it in the routine of the group. Ciri training with Geralt as Jaskier sits outside with his lute. Geralt tends to Roach and Ciri takes a bath. Jaskier comes in and helps make dinner to the best of his abilities. It always ends in a laugh, and always at someone else's expense. Once, Geralt got flour in his hair and Jaskier joked that he could pass for blonde.
She can also feel it in the stagnant energy. As much as she has been wanting to, she hasn't used her magic in a while. She can feel the dust settling in corners that are normally swirling with energy and the wind that used to flow through the windows, but now seems to avoid them.
The wonderful routine this group has is silently killing her.
Desna puts on a pair of pants that have slits down the sides and a shirt that covers her top half without sleeves or any straps. She walks outside, putting her hair into a ponytail, and to the stream. She walks along the bank of the stream until she comes across a spot where it widens. She notices a rock in the middle and touches her foot to the water, turning it to a patch of ice. It continues as she walks to the big boulder in the middle, and she sits onto it. As she sits, she listens to the water. The splash of a fish. The gurgle of water flowing in small spaces. The rocks tumbling with the flow of the water.
Once she finally finds peace, she slides down the rock and walks back to next to the Chalet. There is a small clearing of trees next to her for easy access to the stream. This...
This place... will be her peace.
As soon as a bird chirps a specific note, her body finds the flow. The flow of the water around bigger stones. The flow of the fish that swim around her feet. They aren't biting her or anything. Just swimming downstream. The sounds of the wind rustling the green leaves.
Every splash,
Every gurgle,
Every bit of animal and Earth,
It all seems to come together.
She understands the song Mother Earth sings...
And she dances.
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As Ciri goes out to talk to Roach, something catches her eyes. She sees water swirling around. Almost like a whirlpool... or just the lip of one.
As she approaches, she puts her hand on her sword. Ciri has no idea who or what this is. What can make water behave this way.
It could be a mage... But what's a mage doing on the grounds of Waterhaven?
It could be an elf... but no elves have been said to possess the abilities to control any elements of the world, other than Chaos.
Geralt looks on from afar, in his window, only seeing the occasional flick of glinting light from the water. He smiles and turns away from the window.
Ciri continues on, not knowing what might await her at the stream. She sneaks up on the thing, trying to get a good look at it without making herself obvious.
"Having fun peeping?"
Ciri just about yelps before Geralt puts a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
"You know... she hasn't felt right. She does this every day. And because of us, she's missed doing this for weeks. Leave this to her." Geralt guides Ciri's head to just above the brush so she can see Desna.
Desna.
The woman who took care of them. The woman who washed their clothes and refilled their baths. The woman who fed them.
The one who laughed with Jaskier.
The one who made Geralt smile.
The one who showed Ciri all the things a mother or older sister would.
As Geralt and Ciri are crouched, making no noise, they continue to watch Desna do what she does best. Magic. The water seems to glow around her and flow along her arms as she dances with the stream, never tripping, never swaying, never second-guessing.
Until someone makes a twig snap.
It all happens so fast. Geralt pulls Ciri to the ground and grabs Jaskier by the ankle, pulling him down just before a spike of ice impales him.
"You should show yourself... It will only be worse if you hide." A deep and frightening voice carries through the trees. No footsteps could be heard and nothing living could move.
When people talked about a force of nature, they talked about Desna.
Geralt slowly stood, followed by Ciri and finally Jaskier. They could all see Desna as she was as though there was a threat.
She was surrounded with a ring of water, ice spikes in a circle around her, and walking on the water. Her eyes were surrounded by darkness and glowed blue. When she walked, her hips swayed as though walking on stairs.
Immediately, she let go of the ice and water, letting herself back into the stream. Her eyes no longer glowed, and the highlights of her face came back. "Oh! I am so sorry! You have no idea how many mages try to slip through the wards."
"You are so cool!" Ciri's eyes seemed to light up at the display of power Desna contains.
"Whoa... The Lady of The World..." Jaskier seemed to already be planning a song.
Geralt merely smiled and Desna winked at him.
What a cute family...
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Author's Cup of Tea:
Okay, so I have been working on this for a while now and I am so happy to have this out of my drafts. I'm so excited for you all to read this.
☕ Masterlist ☕
🔞 MINORS DNI! 🔞
Key:
☁️: Fluff
😏: Suggestive, not NSFW
🔞: NSFW
😭: Angst
😂: Funny
COD: MW2 2022
Camgirls and Cows: Simon Riley/Ghost 🔞
Daughters: All ☁️
Flirting with Death: Simon Riley/Ghost ☁️
Avengers
Ghost Hunting and Praise: All ☁️
Bacon and Bloodhounds: Natasha Romanoff 😏☁️
Vegan Vampires: Natasha Romanoff ☁️
Boyfriend/Husband
Anything for you: 😏☁️
Texting on the Boardwalk: Doberman Boyfriend 😏
Mate: Werewolf
The Witcher
Waterhaven Chalet: Geralt ☁️
Moment of Peace: Geralt ☁️
Welcome Home, White Wolf: Geralt ☁️
Life, Death, and Destiny: Geralt ☁️
Of Hearts and Swords: Geralt 😏☁️
My Witcher: Geralt 😏☁️
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss
Alastor has a what?!: in progress
Dimension 20
Outta Pocket: All ☁️
Haikyu!!
Bullies Were Never My Kinda Thing: All ☁️
Shitposts:
TGIF: All 😂
Twilight:
The Teacher at Forks High School
Y/N, recording a tiktok: It's Friday. We made it a whole 'nother week without slappin a bitch; and if that dont wanna make you shake yo ass, then I dont know what will.
Of Hearts and Swords
Premise: Reader drives Geralt crazy. Good crazy. He is drunk on the love they share and is completely and utterly infatuated with her. He would do anything for her. The moment she asks him for anything, to getting bread from the market to killing a man, he will do it for her. Anything for his she-wolf.
Playlist is by harleycao here on Tumblr
Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4F3ldBxx0Da1SPlcmgu61H?si=9zbz8tnlQYaLXZWb8IWbLg
As you, Geralt, Jaskier and Ciri make your way to the next town, you start to notice Ciri growing tired and falling behind.
"Ciri!" You stop and beckon the girl over. Ciri stops and looks at you before running to you and your stallion, Orpheus, a gift from Geralt.
"Is something wrong?" Ciri looks concerned. Her hand rests on the hilt of her sword and a stony look starts to set into her eyes.
"Nope. Just figured you would want to ride Orpheus," You say and slide down for Ciri to mount him, "so hop on." You try to help Ciri get onto the saddle but fail, as she is now a strong young lady.
You turn to Geralt, who you see is also stopped and staring at you, making sure you are okay. "Geralt, dear, will you please help Ciri into the saddle?" You politely ask your husband.
Geralt, as though he had already heard your question before you said it, got off of Roach and quickly got to you, gently laying his hand on your hip. "Of course, darling."
Geralt, as a Witcher, does not take much effort to do anything except kill monsters, so lifting Ciri is like holding a couple of grapes.
However, he knows you... He knows you watch him. He knows you like to admire your husband... And he will gladly appease. So, even if Ciri feels as light as a feather, he flexes his arms while lifting her and making it look effortless.
As he situates Ciri on the saddle, he glances at you to see you watching him in rapture with a flush on your cheeks. He smirks while finishing strapping her into saddle.
Once he is done, he gives you a look of burning passion and struts toward you before scooping you up in a tight hold before sitting you on Roach. "Are you stable?"
You reach out and place a gentle hand on his cheek, "I am very stable, my darling. Thank you."
Geralt takes your hand and gently kisses it, before taking Roach's reins and leading the way to the nearest town. ______________________________________________________________
As Geralt leads the group into the market, with you perched on his horse, he can't help but think of a time where you two met. It seemed to happen not so long ago...
Geralt was hired as a king's escort for a war. Another stupid war... but it's good money.
Not nearly good enough for some of the shit he does for these bastards but good enough..
"Geralt!" A king beckons the man with white hair over. Geralt trudges over. "Our war advisor will be coming today to assist. If you have any questions or need anything, she is the one to ask." The old king claps Geralt on his shoulder.
She? Who could this 'she' be? He has never heard of a woman war advisor.
Then the clopping of hooves fell upon his ears. Geralt turns around, prepared for a fight, just to let his hand fall from his sword.
A woman was riding this horse. A horse of pure-blooded war and terror, but a soul of harmony and immenseness sits upon it.
A woman... bearing a symbol of a star encircled in a ring of metal, carrying two swords on her back and in a suit of armor seemingly not from this sphere. Her armor was a cloth, but it seemed to be threaded with a strong fiber-like metal.
As she approached, Geralt could see where else the encircled star was branded upon her, as if she owned the symbol. On her swords, the symbol was on the hilts. All her jewelry carried the symbol. It seemed to hang around her as much as she seemed to own it.
"Lord Lokinafir, I apologize for my tardiness. I was scoping out the lay of the land to get a better understanding of our situation." The woman dismounted from her horse and strode confidently towards the king. She bowed with a slight curtsy, resting her balance on the tips of her toes behind her.
"Of course, War Advisor. Would you like a map to draw out the lay of the land?" The king seemed to be eating out of her hand, even kissing her hand politely. He didn't even bother with the inappropriate flirting.
"No need, sire. I have something better." The woman smirked and waved her hand. A map of the land, complete with actual ridges and hills, spread out upon all of them. On each side of the map were the two armies, colored in red and white while the map was colored green.
"Soldiers!" Her voice seemed to boom and call attention to the mass of men, all with pent up testosterone and a thirst for blood, "Come!"
Her voice beckoned them to come surround the map and pay attention, even through the red haze of blood thirst. "This is the land we are fighting on. While we are at a slight disadvantage because of their size of army, we have the advantage of the land. That is all we need for a great offense. And the best offense comes with a greater defense." The map spun right in front of Geralt eyes and he faintly saw the symbol again on her palm and under the map before it faded to almost nothing. When he looked at it again, the land had changed. Their side was filled with rocks and had fallen at the opposing army's feet.
"While they stumble over themselves trying to climb out of the rocky terrain they will face, we come over our side of the hill and lie in wait with our swords pointed towards them..." The map changed again. The red soldiers had climbed over each other and finally over the rocks, while the white army laid in wait just at the middle to the bottom of the hill holding their spears towards the slope, "they run and with their momentum, impale themselves!" Suddenly, some of the reds started charging down the hill while the whites ran through the red soldiers with their spears, backed by other white soldiers to prevent themselves from falling and hurting anyone else.
"While they stall at the top of the hill, unsure of where to go, we volley them with catapults and mortars. Archers, this is where you are needed." People from the top of the hill the white soldiers have to climb over are catapults and mortars being fired off, killing most of the red soldiers. Archers back the mortar and catapults up, at least injuring the rest, causing a pitiful retreat from the red soldiers.
As she dissolves the map, Geralt knew...
He had to get to know you. ______________________________________________________________
You look back upon Jaskier, who mounted your horse once you also noticed him limping from blisters on the backs of his heels, and Ciri, hoping nothing has gone wrong. As far as you can tell, everything seems to be fine.
This immensely pleased you.
You looked upon your husband, dutifully scanning for any threat to your little family and leading the way.
"Geralt." You get the Witcher's attention as he still guides Roach and in turn guides Ciri, who is riding Orpheus. "Would you like to join me on Roach?"
"Do you want me there?" A deep, soft and gruff voice permeates the air and settles deep in your chest.
You take in a deep breath and nod, seeing a flash of yellow; knowing he is watching you. Your reaction. Your responses.
Geralt swiftly made his way to the saddle and mounted gracefully, with you still in the front, but now he has taken the reins.
On the ride to the town, Ciri asks Jaskier, "So... how did they meet?"
"Why are you asking me?" Jaskier questions Ciri. The girl is like a daughter to Geralt and Y/N. They'll tell her, anyways.
"You know everything about Geralt, don't you? You're the bard." Ciri accentuates, desperate for answers, tries to fluff Jaskier's feathers and get him to tell her.
Jaskier, feeling his ego grow, smirks and says, "You want to know how it goes? Fine." Her acts all perturbed at her poking but really is excited to tell a story.
"During a battle that no one has heard of, she showed up like a goddess riding on the wind. Geralt was immediately enraptured by her...
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"You're a mage." Geralt bluntly remarks, walking up the woman preparing her steed for battle.
She pauses. "Yes. And what of it?" The woman resumes brushing her horse.
"Well why not be safely in a castle? Tending to a king and being an advisor?" Geralt, not understanding the complexity of mages, asks.
"It wasn't for me. Besides, this is better money." The woman smiles and moves towards the head of her horse.
"You wouldn't need money if you were a mage for a king. What do you mean 'better money'?" Geralt is so confused. Why would she get paid? Are mages paid? Are some unpaid?
"I mean 'better money'. Mages do get paid, but it is typically a little amount because it is expected of them to live in the castle with the king and for the king to care for their mage, like a pet." The woman spat out the word 'pet' like it was sour.
"Ok... So if you didn't want to become a mage, why didn't you become a town healer? It's safer than this will ever be." Geralt rolls his eyes, not understanding this womans logic.
"Town's still get trampled over, plus as a mage, I could be chased out of town despite being there with all good intentions and purpose;" The woman looks longingly out at the soon-to-be battlefield, "War never goes out of style. After all..." Y/N looks dead into Geralt's yellow eyes, causing him to shiver, "everybody wants to rule the world."
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...and that day, she won the battle. Her horse died as a result, but Geralt offered for her to travel with him. He used the excuse of strategy, but he really just had developing feelings for her and didn't know how to express them. A few months later, Geralt had saved enough money from constantly killing monsters and bought her Orpheus. They kind of became a couple over time, and without notice. She has Geralt wrapped around her finger, and he would do anything for her." Jaskier finished his story, just glad he remembered the important bits.
"That's it?!" Ciri almost shouted. Jaskier was quick to shush her.
"Ciri, dear, are you okay?" Ciri could hear Y/N call from Roach. Geralt was glancing over his shoulder at the two, like he knew something was going on.
Jaskier gave Ciri a look before taking his hand away from her mouth, but not before she licked his hand, causing the bard to cringe at the ickiness. Geralt smirked at the scene.
"Just fine, Y/N! Jaskier is just telling me stories about you and Geralt." Ciri elbows the bard. 'Well played, kid.' Jaskier gives Ciri's under-the-bus throw a thought before smiling and agreeing.
"Which stories? We have lots~" Y/N's smirk can be heard from her voice.
"Just on how you two met. But I'm pretty sure he butchered it a bit, so can we trade, and you can tell me stories about you and Geralt?" Ciri smirks, looking at Jaskier. She knows Geralt would never let Jaskier even touch Roach.
"Are you okay with that, Darling?" Y/n leans into Geralt's firm chest, a feeling he secretly loves and will never tell anyone.
It is, however, apparent, as there was one time Jaskier tried to do a dance thing and fell into Geralt as to which the Witcher promptly stood the man on his feet.
A woman on the street once shoved Y/N out of the way to get to Geralt, and 'tripped', subsequently leading to her falling onto Geralt's chest. He swiftly moved to catch Y/N while pushing the woman away. Geralt didn't let Y/N walk anymore that day. Said that 'the hazard of tripping was too high'. Really, he just wanted to feel her against him.
Geralt looks at her and nods, knowing full well that he won't let Jaskier get on Roach. "Do it quick. We are losing daylight." Geralt said as he slows and pulls Roach to a stop.
Geralt hops off first and assists Y/N, helping her get off Roach and on Orpheus. Jaskier was quick to jump off Orpheus to avoid accidentally getting pushed off by Y/N.
As Y/N settled into Orpheus, Geralt strapped her in to make sure she fall off. Once he was content with it, he looked at her. "Thank you, my Darling." Y/N puts a soft hand to his face and gently thumbs his cheek.
Geralt smiles softly before heading back to Roach and giving Jaskier a glare when the bard tries to mount Roach. Jaskier purses his lips and backs off, submitting to his fate of walking.
"Can you tell me the story of how you and Geralt met?" Ciri, eyes shining in anticipation of heroic stories and funny tales of her father figure.
"Well, honey-girl, once upon a time..." Y/N's voice fades into the distance, away from the ears of squirrels and birds. Where the trees part and give way to civilization. "Seems we were closer than we thought." Y/N shrugs and gets off Orpheus, leading the stallion to the closest inn. "Maybe another time, dear." Y/N helps Ciri down and kisses her head softly before following Geralt into the inn for three rooms.
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Author's Cup of Tea:
So... tell me what y'all think. Even if you think it's bad, tell me what you did or didn't like. But for every bad there must be a good. please.my fragile heart cant handle it.
Have a great night/day!