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I have a request for Geralt×reader. Imagine being pregnant from Geralt but you know that's actually impossible. So you go to Vesemir first and ask him if its even possible. Than you go and tell Geralt the good news and He is very shocked at first but than happy about it 😀

bella swan vibes i love it. first geralt fic I literally just started season 2 so pls excuse the inaccuracies 

part one / two / three 

You hadn’t bled in three months; and if you weren’t too busy travelling the Continent defeating monsters with Geralt, maybe you would have realized sooner. But it was a known fact that Witchers were sterile, so when the town fortune teller told you that you would be expecting a child in six months, one with golden eyes and mutated genes, you just about laughed in her face.

But a month later, there was definitely a bump that was evident under your leather corset, and you couldn’t stop the sickness every morning. Geralt was getting concerned.

“When we get to Kaer Morhen, you’re resting,” he said, tracing shapes on the warm skin of your hip. His chest was pressed against your back, legs tangled with yours. Luckily, he had a penchant for taking you from behind, and there was no reason for him to suspect anything more than you were being well fed while you rested in this village.

You were looking forward to the visit to where Geralt was trained; there would be men there would could perhaps better understand what was happening to your body, or if it was even possible.

You hummed, shifting in his arms and reaching up to move a sweaty tendril of ashen hair from his face. “You should, as well. You’ve been so worried about Ciri lately.”

He just grunted, a hand tracing down your neck and to your collarbone, before trailing down to grab a handful of your breast. Those were getting bigger, too, although that he may have noticed.

“I’ll rest when I know you both are safe.”

When you arrived at Kaer Morhen, you immediately searched out Vesemir. Geralt had told you about him-- he would know whether this was real or not. 

It wasn’t until Geralt and Ciri were both occupied with training that you cornered the man, getting straight to the point.

“Listen, has there ever been a baby borne between a Witcher and a human?” you asked, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

Vesemir looked unsurprised, glancing over at you. “No, never. Not under any normal circumstances. Witchers are unable to father children.”

You nodded, a hand subconsciously drifting down to your stomach. So, maybe this was all in your head...

“However,” he continued, his hands clasping behind his back as he stared out the window into the mountains, “You haven’t been in normal circumstances lately, have you, my dear?”

You looked up, furrowing your brows. “What do you mean?”

Vesemir chuckled, meeting your eyes. “I mean perhaps you are not entirely human. Or perhaps in your travels, you have been exposed to something that has made the impossible possible. Wouldn’t be the first time, now, would it?”

It was then that you felt a shift, a kick-- against the hand you had rested on your abdomen. It was moving. 

You looked up in shock, only to be met with a look of glee from Vesemir. 

“I heard the heartbeat when we first met, my dear. Geralt must know, he just doesn’t want to accept it.”

A few hours later, you finally had some alone time with Geralt. You were watching him carefully as he bathed, looking for any indication that he was aware of your pregnancy. Maybe he thought it wasn’t his. No, you'd hardly had time for one another, let alone for another man the past year. And he was your everything; he knew that. He had to know. 

“Geralt,” you started, undressing slowly before sinking into the warm water with him. He gave you a slight smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap.

“How are you, my love?”

“I’m pregnant.” You blurted out, bracing yourself for his response. 

You were expecting denials, confusion, perhaps anger-- not Geralt pressing a kiss to your lips and grumbling, “Fuck,” into your mouth, followed by a soft chuckle.

You pulled away with a frown, eyes wide. “Did you know?”

“I suspected,” he explained, tilting his head as he observed you. “The sickness, the weight gain, your insatiable appetite for cheese... and I heard the heartbeat a week ago. Not much slips past my senses, unfortunately.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, thinking back to that fortune teller. Did he know before you did? Geralt shook his head, glancing away. “I didn’t believe it, at first. There was no way. I’m sterile, I know for certain. I just kept telling myself I was going crazy. But if Vesemir says it is true...”

You leaned back slightly, hands clinging to his shoulders. “How is this possible--”

“The mage we helped back in Temeria. I had mentioned how good of a mother you were to Ciri, but that you would never be able to have your own if you were with me. I think she may have slipped a potion in our ale that night.”

Your cheeks heated up when you recalled how that night ended; yes, a pregnancy would not have been a surprise if magic had been involved after the hours Geralt spend worshipping your body. 

“Oh,” you breathed out, looking up to meet his eyes. “Are you... are you okay with this? I mean, I know there is a reason Witchers are sterile--”

“This life is not conductive to raising a child, having a family,” he finished, rippling the water with his hand and letting a rivet of warm water run down your arm. “I always thought I’d be a terrible father, anyway. But I look at Ciri, and I know I can protect her. I can protect you, and this baby, too. Maybe it is not impossible, after all.”

You felt tears come to your eyes, and blamed it on the hormones. But yesterday you were prepared for Vesemir to tell you it was it was some mind game and all in your head, that having Geralt’s child would never be possible, and today you were having his baby. A baby with those yellow eyes and maybe his nose, his abilities-- but whatever it was, you already loved it. 

“Geralt,” you choked out, pulling him in for a deep and ravishing kiss. He let out a groan, allowing you to lick into his mouth as he hands gripped onto your ass, pulling you further into his lap. This beautiful woman was going to be the mother to his children, Ciri and the unborn half-Witcher, and he suddenly had everything he never knew he wanted.

this would make such a good like full fledged fic esp with di leon

Prompt: Leon teaches reader how to use a gun by demonstrating with nerf guns.

Haven’t been too active and that’s bc I’m fighting my university😍 um…have this cute and funny moment I’ve been thinking about 🩷

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“No,” he instructs, “You’re supposed to aim right before you shoot. Otherwise, you’re just wasting bullets and it’s—“

“I’m going to shoot,” you said disregarding his instruction. You curled your finger on the trigger and shot the nerf gun. Only for the fake bullet to completely miss the can of Coca Cola.

Leon deadpans and his lips thin into a line, “You…didn’t even aim…”

You flashed him an innocent smile and reloaded it, “That’s what I do with most games. I spam shoot.”

He could stare at you with what seems to be combination of shock, concern, amusement, and perhaps confusion. You were a lost cause if you were ever get to hold a real gun.

“I’m so glad you don’t work in the force,” he muttered under his breath as he watched you, yet again, shoot aimlessly like a crazy lunatic with an automatic rifle.