#Geralt of Rivia RPF
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A Witcher's Legacy - PART FOUR: MUTAGENS
Summary: What should have been a short stay in Beauclair, turns into something much more complicated. Both to your and Geralt's present and future.
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia/Reader
Word Count: 6.6k
Parts: I II III
Warning: PG - Witcher!AU, Dad!Geralt, Protective!Geralt, Sassy!Reader, Language, Nicknames, Medical Experiment, Portals, Monster Fight, Mention of Smut, Fluff, Mention of Grave Robbing, Witcher Mutagens, Bickering, Mage Technology
Inspiration: A subject from my story, A Witcher’s Destiny, Season Two of Netflix’s the Witcher and the quest, Turn and Face the Strange, in The Witcher 3!
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“Who's the letter from, Geralt?” You asked, watching the little carrier boy run off, excited about the ten crowns Geralt had kindly given him.
Frowning, Geralt unfolded the parchment, finding another piece of folded paper inside with a familiar writing in black ink. “Yennefer.” He said softly, casting his eyes up to you for a moment.
“Oh.” You replied, a tight smile pulling across your lips. “A wonder how she found out we were in Toussaint, since we just arrived.” You commented to yourself, moving to a vine covered staircase, with roses the size of your hand, the color of butter and the finest Toussaint Red, making the air so fragrant.
Letting out a humming grunt, Geralt read the letter aloud.
“My dear friend, I've been told you're on a jaunt in Toussaint, with your sweetheart. I've come upon some information which might be of interest to you. While browsing through a colleague's, Tomas Moreau's, book collection, I found mention of him conducting research into mutations.” Geralt scowled at the letter, a troubled feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach. “The details I've come to learn are rather vague and his laboratory's location remains a mystery. Yet his journal should at least provide hints as to both. It is said he was laid to rest with it in his tomb. I enclose a map I found in the tome I happened upon. Though less than completely legible, I trust it will prove useful.”
“Your friend, Yennefer.”
“So, mutations.” You echoed, turning back to Geralt and folding your arms tightly over your chest. “What kind of mutations? Was he trying to mutate the normal stuff or do you think he was trying to fuss around with Witcher mutations?”
“It's hard to tell without finding his laboratory and discovering more about his research.” He replied, pushing his jaw forward has he stared down at the letter, mulling it over in his mind. “I need to look into this. If he was testing mutagens for Witchers, then I have to find it and get it back to Vesemir.”
“Before anyone else finds it.”
“All right then.” You nodded, chewing on your lip, just as concerned. “Where to first?” You asked, wishing to help.
“Yennefer's letter said he was possibly buried with the location of his laboratory.” He said, unfolding the map the Sorceress had enclosed. “So, we go there and find it.” Geralt examined the map for a long moment, his brow twitching in his concentration. “It looks as if he was buried in Orlémurs Cemetery. That's not too far from here.”
“We can walk.”
“Lovely.” You smiled, then glanced about. “Which way, you big grump?” You asked, eyes sparkling with amusement.
Geralt smirked back at you, waving a hand towards the gently sloping, pathway. “This way, Firefly.” He replied, with a cock of his head.
Nodding yours at him, you started down the brick street, Geralt following closely behind you. The Capital city of Toussaint, Beauclair, was gorgeous and it filled you with a light, gaiety that put a skip in your step and a pleased smile on your face. As you looked about. Taking the architecture in, the hot sun beaming down on top of your head and shoulders, reflecting your mood. Geralt smiled at the back of you, seeing and sensing the joyfulness inside of you. He felt it seep into him.
You had an effect on him and his ordinarily sulky moods.
“It's so beautiful here.” You commented, glancing at Geralt over your shoulder.
“That it is.” He agreed, looking about, seeing the bustling stalls and shops, the Toussaintois going about their business and day. “We'll have to make our stay a more serious one.” He said, moving around to your side, his arm wrapping around your waist as you passed through a thick crowd. “I know this is your first time here.” He smiled, dipping his head slightly to press his lips to your temple, in a rare show of public affection.
“Hm.” You hummed, nudging your shoulder into his side. “That would be nice.” You cooed, looking up at him, trusting him to guide you. “You do still have a few injuries to nurse from that Wyvern contract, you took in Caravista.”
He grunted back at you, still smiling as you crossed out of the city gates. “It's settled, then. I'll investigate this matter, and afterwards, we'll find the best room in the best inn, and we won't leave until you wish to.”
“So, until they kick us out?” You quipped, giggling.
“As you wish.” Geralt chuckled, as you both stepped off the paved path of Beauclair and onto the well trod trail to the large, Orlémurs Cemetery.
Making it to the Cemetery, that looked like a manicured set of ruins with grave-sites dotting it, you and Geralt drifted apart, searching the faces of cracked and crooked, tombstones, that had seen many years out in the open weather and tears of loved ones.
“What did Yenn say, this colleague of hers name was?” You called out to Geralt, reading the worn name of Patrick Moulins, who, according to his headstone, had talked himself to death.
“Tomas Moreau.” Geralt returned, walking along a line of graves, before stopping. “Found him!”
You joined him before the overgrown and disheveled grave, the heavy stone that was meant to seal Professor Moreau's coffin in the ground, slightly askew. You looked at Geralt a confused and questioning expression on your face. Frowning back at you, Geralt moved closer to the grave, dropping to a squat to read the mossy etching.
“Typical Mage. It's in Elder Speech.” He huffed, shaking his head. “Ellas k'havani allder aen Dol Naev'de, ellas allder n'corrason. Glorsann a'Aelirenn.” He read aloud, despite it sounding like gibberish to you. “Salvation lies not in Dol Naev'de, but in our hearts. Glory be to Aelirenn.” He translated, as he reached into the grave, through the small opening, feeling around.
“Oh god.” You frowned, biting your lip and imaging his hand touching one of the Professor's bones.
Not the worst thing he's ever touched, honestly. You thought, shaking your head.
“Do you think it has anything do with what you're looking for?” You asked, as he glanced side to side, knowing he was falling into his Witcher seek and find mode.
“Maybe.” He rumbled back. “Someone's robbed the grave, the journal isn't inside.” He said, narrowing his eyes against the bright, cloudless sun and looked around, before standing back up. “The grave won't tell us anything more.” He said, pull Yenn's map from his back pocket.
“A regular ol' treasure hunt.” You quipped, peeking around his arm. “Anything helpful?”
“The map has mention of Aelirenn and Dol Naev'de, also known as Valley of the Nine.” He said, pointing them out on the map for you. “There's a small mark on it. So, it's worth a look. I'll have to grab Roach to make the trip though. It's a long way from here.”
He folded the map up and tucked into his pocket, then turned back towards Beauclair.
“Geralt.” You called out to him, motioning to the grave, when he turned back to face you.
“What?” He frowned, not catching the meaning of your gesture.
“Close it.” You cooed at him, with a somber expression. “It's not right someone disturbed him for a book.”
“We just disturbed him for a book, min minne.” Geralt countered, the corner of his lip twitching.
“Still, Geralt. He deserves his rest, as we all do.” You entreated him.
Drawing a soft sigh, Geralt returned to the grave side and leaned over it, he used the strength of his powerful arms to shove the thick stone slab back into its rightful place over Professor Moreau's coffin. He straightened up and looked at you, lifting a brow, and you nodded at him, satisfied.
“One less dead person risen from the grave you have to deal with.” You commented, sarcastically. patting him on the back and kissing his cheek.
“Funny.” Geralt chuckled, giving your bum a playful smack, making you yip. “You can't come with me.” He said, as you returned to Beauclair and where you had left Roach.
“Why not?” You frowned, a bit disappointed, you enjoyed helping him with his contracts.
“I don't know how dangerous this could be.” He reasoned, grabbing Roach by the reins. “I won't endanger you. So, I'm going to take you to the Rose and Knight inn, in the center of the City, and you'll wait for me there.”
“What if something happens to you?” You argued, following after him, while he led you through the streets.
“What else would be new?” He chuckled at you over his shoulder.
“The new thing is this matter isn't about you going to slay a monster in the countryside.” You huffed, annoyed by how nonchalant he was being. “This professor was mucking about with mutations.”
Geralt's shoulders slumped and he stopped, his head hung for a second, before he finally turned around to look at you. He could see all the concern and fear in your eyes over this task, more so than usual. Which he understood. Considering it for a minute longer, Geralt tugged Roach around and mounted up, then reached down and pulled you up behind him.
“If anything should happen-”
“I know, I know.” You assured him, leaning against his back. “Tuck tail and run.”
The ride through the Toussaint countryside was stunning. The rolling hills of vineyards baking in the cloudless sun, their vines drooping with fat grapes waiting to be picked and turned into area's finest wine. Homey and extravagant villas dotted the landscape as well, abuzz with their daily chores as you Geralt rode by them.
You sighed, pressing your cheek against Geralt's shoulder blade, relaxing. “I could stay here forever.” You cooed, as Geralt guided Roach onto a path that led in a thicket of trees, cooling you with their leaf-y shade, after the unrelenting heat.
“Oh.” Geralt answered, his chuckle rumbling against your cheek. “That's because you haven't seen it in the winters.”
“It can't be much worse than Kaer Morhen.” You commented, smirking.
“Oh, you'd be surprised.”
Coming out of the woods and around the bend of a sloping hill, Geralt pulled Roach to a stop on the shore of a large and startling clear lake, where the two of you got down. Geralt took a sword from a holster that hung the horse's saddle and the pouch of his vials from in the bag, before the two of you started looking for any indication of an entrance to a mysterious laboratory. You walked along the one side of the shore, where the bank was built up, eroded from years of the lake water lapping at, while Geralt check the water.
“What is it with Mages and their mysteries?” You sighed, shaking your head.
“They live too long.” Geralt grunted back. “After so many years on the Continent, they become paranoid and full of themselves.”
“Starting to make a lot of sense.” You agreed, spotting a unique little rock sitting on the edge of the sand and grass. Going for the rock, you noticed a narrow, grassy culvert that went back a good way. You couldn't see where it ended, or if there was an end, with the limbs of several trees flanking the culvert drooping over it, like a leafy curtain.
“Geralt.” You called out, cocking your head and taking a step into the ditch. “What about over here?” You mumbled, inching further.
The Witcher turned, just as you disappeared and called out your name. “She'll be the death of me.” He sighed, hurrying to follow after you. “Wait.” He hissed under his breath, grabbing you by the wrist as he came up behind, pulling you to a halt. “We don't know if the Professor's lab is down here or what is.”
“You need to be careful.” He softly scolded you, protectively.
“Sorry.” You whispered back, but cast your eyes up ahead. “But don't you think we should check it out?”
“I will investigate it. You will stay behind me.” Geralt corrected you, pulling his sword and moving forward.
You stayed on Geralt's heels, while he used the tip of his sword to part the tree branches, the muscles of his body tense and every one of his keen senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary and wishing ill intent. You jerked and gasped softly at the whoop of a bird in the distance, instinctively grabbing the back of Geralt's black shirt.
Coming out of the other side of the foliage, you and Geralt discovered a decayed stone wall. It was covered in moss and dead, creeping vines, several of its ashy stones laying in the spongy, overgrown grass and mud. You saw nothing special about it and figured Geralt hadn't either, so you started to turn back.
“Fuck.” Geralt growled under his breath, stopping you.
“What's wrong?” You frowned, turning back to him.
“I hate portals.” He scowled, moving closer to stone wall and bent over, picking up what you had figured was just a rock, then slotted it into one of the gaps.
A low hissing, hum filled the space around you and the hair on your forearms stood up as the static from the portal mounted. Geralt stepped back from the wall, took a deep breath, and with a jerk of his arm, produced the Sign of his Aard. The Aard hit the stone, making it wobble in its base, before it started to glow and an arched portal appeared on the face of the wall.
“That's promising.” You commented, looking at Geralt with a lifted brow.
He shot you a dark, narrow eyed look and approached the portal, taking deep slow breaths. “What's wrong with a good, solid locked door?” He complained under his breath, before stepping through.
“Kills giant, poisonous monsters for a living. Terrified of portals.” You grinned, hooting with laughter, and following after him.
You came stumbling out the other side, gasping for air, disoriented and nauseous. But managed to land on your feet and was slowed down by Geralt's strong arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his torso. He looked you over, with an expression that wanted to make sure everything was in the right place and you had all the part you were meant to have.
“I'm fine, Geralt.” You cooed at him, gently kissing his stubbly cheek.
Nodding, he let you go and glanced around the cavernous room you had been spit out into. It smelled damp, moldy, airless and like a nest of Kikimore had been using it as a litter box. You could hardly see more than two feet in front of you, but thankfully Geralt had no such issue. His sharp, cat-like eyes could see around you, as if it was a well lit room. So, you made sure to keep near him, putting your feet where his had been.
The place was like Elven ruins that had caved in or been covered over across time. With tall arches and columns. Rubble and rubbish littered the ground, making your footing unsure as you went deeper in. Geralt stopped, causing you to bump him, your lips parting in question of why he had halted, until you saw the spark of his Igni, lighting something you couldn't quite make out in the shadows. Until, it ignited, a iron brazier, casting an amber glow against the wall and a small radius around its base.
“This is a crazy place to have a lab.” You criticized, giving the place a better look, now that the brazier was lit. “I can understand wanting to do your research in peace and privacy. But hiding your portal in such away, then having to navigate through a ruin to get to it.” You shook your head, confused.
“It seems like over kill.”
“It is.” Geralt agreed, lighting another brazier, that revealed a crumbling set of stairs. “It's only making me more suspicious of what type of mutagens he was working with.”
Your eyes shot up to the back of his head, an uneasy feeling filling your stomach at the thought of Professor Moreau testing Witcher mutagens.
Carrying on, you descended the stairs and passed through a narrow hallway, coming out into an elevated cross way, leading off in three directions, one of which was blocked off by a large statue of a panther. Sighing, Geralt moved forward, investigating the other two paths, in doing so, he discovered the body of the grave robber.
“Hm.” He grunted, shaking his head at the poor soul, but nevertheless, he searched his person for the Professor's journal, only finding a few loose pages of it.
“Geralt.” You called out, softly.
“One moment.” He answered, scanning the pages, learning the Professor had become paranoid with someone trying to break into his laboratory, and had installed security measures.
“Geralt.” You called again, a bit more urgently.
“What is it, min minne?” He sighed, turning on his heels to look back at you.
Your eyes were fixated on the panther statue standing menacingly above Geralt. “Is-is that-” You licked your lips, trying to compose yourself. “Is that statue-the panther's eyes—supposed to glow?” You asked, your voice squeaking a bit at the end as your eyes flared.
Geralt's head jerked upward to the statue, just in time to have the creature strike out against him. “Run!” He roared back at you, fumbling for his sword.
Not needing any other prompts, you turned on your heels and bolted down the hallway from where the two of you had just come. The panther knocked Geralt flat onto his back, forcing him to brace his forearm against its throat in prevention of its powerful jaws from biting into anything vital. Unable to grab his sword, Geralt brought up one foot, yanking a dagger from inside his boot and driving the needle thin blade into the snarling animal's neck. The panther gurgled, then dissolved into a pile of ash, revealing itself to be a specter, one of Professor Moreau's security attempts.
Getting up, Geralt searched for you, running almost full speed down the passageway and up the crumbling stairs. But skid to a halt, when he found you by the first brazier, a look of terror and worry on your face. Seeing Geralt was all right, you ran to him, colliding into his chest and locking your arms around his torso, to hide your face in his neck.
“You see now, why I didn't want you to come?” He sighed, resting his head on top of yours.
You nodded, still to overcome to speak for a second. “I do, but I still want to help.”
“I don't know what help you can be.” He countered, tipping your head back, so you looked at him, studying your eyes. “You are the most stubborn woman I've ever met.” He chuckled, shaking his head, knowing he couldn't deter you.
“It's why you fell in love with me.” You quipped back at him.
“One of the reasons.” He teased back, before becoming serious again. “You'll stay in the room I've cleared, before going any farther, do you understand me?”
“Loud and clear, Witcher.” You nodded, pushing up on your toes to kiss him.
Continuing on, You and Geralt navigated through the maze, hoping you were getting closer to the Professor's lab and the answers to your questions. There hadn't been any more specters to jump out and attack either, but there had been a few traps Geralt needed to disarm, before either of you could move forward. Such as a spike trap, that came up out of the floor.
“This place is endless.” You remarked, edging around the disarmed spikes, heart pounding in your chest.
“Seems that way.” Geralt answered, waiting for you, then entered the next room. “The fuck.” He barked, brow wrinkling.
“What?” You called out, staying in the other room, just like he wanted you to. “Is it safe?”
Geralt took a deep breath, studying the creepy Gargoyles that lined alcoves on the main level, with an inactive portal, while the next two levels were lined with inactive portals. “Stay there.” He barked, slowly approaching two pedestals in the center of the room, on either side of a massive statue, and examined them, finding scrap marks on the sides.
Looking at the Gargoyles, he noticed two of them were missing hands. Narrowing his eyes, Geralt approached one and broke the hand off with blast of his Aard. Taking the heavy piece of stone to the pedestal, he rested it on top and a loud clicking noise echoed in the room, followed by the unmistakable whoosh of a portal opening. Turning in a circle and casting his eyes around, Geralt found one of the portals on the upper level active.
“Geralt.” You shouted, planting you hands on your hips.
“Just wait.” He growled, seeing if he could map out a way up to the portal, but wasn't sure where it would take him or if he could get back.
Taking the stone hand off the first pedestal, Geralt shifted it to the other one, gaining the same results he did with the other one, but opening a portal on the middle tier. Humming, he broke off another Gargoyle hand and set it on the other pedestal, activating both portals, but not the portal on the main level.
“What's the issue, Geralt?” You called out to him, growing curious.
“Mage shenanigans.” He growled under his breath, circling the statue and regarding the other gargoyles and inactive portals.
Impatient with waiting for Geralt to tell you the way was safe, you strode into the room, but jerked back a step, surprised by the thick set of grotesque gargoyles. You recovered quickly though, spotting the singing portals and your frustrated Witcher.
“What's the rub?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.
“That portal-” He pointed to the portal in question. “needs to activate. But so far, only these two have.” He explained, motioning to the others.
“Mmhm. Quite the situation.” You nodded, biting your lip.
“Yes.” Geralt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I loathe mages.”
“Didn't you date one?” You inquired, giving him a teasing and sharp gaze.
“Against my better judgment.” He replied, rolling his eyes.
“So, what happens, if you only have one of the pedestals active?” You asked, studying them.
“Only one of the portals open.”
“Have you tried going through one of them?”
“No, not yet, and I'm not really in a rush to.” He answered, pacing. “I don't know where they go, or if once I go through them, that I can get back here.”
“Perhaps, you're right.” You sighed, gazing at the statue. “Mages do live too long.”
That brought a soft chuckle out of Geralt. “They do.”
Seeing no other options, Geralt began climbing towards the portal on the middle tier, just as you noticed a crevice, low in the robe of the statue. Glancing between it and Geralt, you slipped your hand inside of it, praying not to come into contact with any unsavory creatures that could make their home in the small space, and felt around.
“Geralt, wait!” You called out, your fingers coming into contact with something.
“What is it!” He called back, spinning around as he stood before the portal. “What's wrong?”
“I found something! But I can't quite manage it.” You told him, staining.
“Don't touch it!” He warned you, jumping back down and quickly moving to your side. “It might be a trap.” He told you, his breath hot on your neck.
“And if it's not?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Move, I'll do it. Go back into the other room. In case, something happens.” He ordered you, jerking his white head towards the door.
Knowing that arguing with Geralt was useless, you did as he asked of you, but angled yourself so you could see him. Geralt pulled his glove off and wedged his large hand into the crevice, just finding the button that was hidden inside. With a little wiggling, he pressed on the button and yanked his hand back out again, readying himself for the worst.
Several of the gargoyles turned on hidden bases in the floor, all turning to face the statue and the direction of the inactive bottom portal, and a suspenseful moment later, the portal came to life. Geralt let out a huff of amused surprise, looking the portal over.
“It worked!” He called out to you. “And, it's safe.”
You ran into the room and grinned at the portal, proud that you had figured out a Mage's security system, but felt your stomach twist a little bit. “So, do we go through it?” You asked, looking up at Geralt.
“It's through there or back the way we've come.” He replied, pulling his glove back on. “I'll go first, in case there's anything dangerous.”
“Very well, I'll wait a minute, then follow after you.” You nodded, lightly touching his arm.
Nodding, Geralt stepped through the portal with no further ado and you waited anxiously for a minute or two, stomach in knots not knowing if Geralt was in the fight for his life on the other side, wherever it led. Unable to wait any longer, you slipped through the portal after him, coming out the other side gasping and sick to your stomach, but intact.
“Geralt?” You called out, pressing a hand to your tummy.
“Welcome to Professor Moreau's laboratory.” He replied, coming from around a corner.
You looked about the strange and disheveled space with a shake of your head. “I expected more.” You answered, moving down a set of stairs.
Geralt had lit the many braziers and standing candelabras situated around the room, giving the already unsettling room an unsettling feeling. You found cluttered tables, bookcases, tall brass instruments, a Mage communication device, a large, iron cage and a huge and grotesque, glass specimen jar with something black and almost human floating in it.
“Well, have you learned anything yet?” You asked, hugging your arms against your chest, even with the braziers, there was an eerie cold about the place.
“There are Megascope crystals on a pillow next to Moreau's Megascope.” He motioned to them, next to the mage communication system of three stands, that stood in a circle, a loop at the top, where the crystals rested and a powerful piece of glass to project the image magically etched onto the crystal. “I found another on that desk over there.” He added, motioning over to it.
“I'm going to see what our dear Professor has on them.” He said, moving over to the Megascope.
“I can dig around, see if there are anymore.” You said, glancing about. “Or anything else of interest.”
“All right, just don't touch whatever those are.” He said, pointing to the brass instruments, one of which looked like a strange Iron Maiden.
“Don't have any plans to, love.” You gulped, getting goose-bumps as you edged by them.
Geralt picked up the three crystals, slotting them into the Megascope and turned the rune cylinder at the bottom of one of them, activating that specific crystal's information. A bleak image of Professor Moreau, devoid of color, flickered to life in the center of the Megascope stands. Professor Moreau wore typical mage robes, he had a wrinkled face with a pair of pinch glasses perched on his nose, and spoke with a typical Toussaint accent.
“Today, I begin my great life's endeavor, one greater and more significant than any I have thus far undertaken, for it relates to me personally. To me and my son.” He spoke, confessing his son, Jerome, was a Witcher and he made an oath to recover him, his apparition turning in circles as he spoke.
“So, it is Witcher mutagens.” You said, poking around a bookcase.
“Yes.” Geralt nodded, troubled.
The crystal ended with the Professor vowing, Gods being on his side, to reverse the Witcher mutagens in Jerome and make him an ordinary man again.
“I wonder if the Professor managed to do so.” He frowned, turning on the next crystal.
“Observation twenty-two, despite applying a surfeit of toxic substances, significantly more than usual, the subject displayed no symptoms of overdose.” Professor Moreau's reanimated projection explained, as Geralt stroked his scruffy cheek. “This is a minor success. Jerome may be able to tolerate better toxicity.”
The crystal ended with a soft pop and Geralt moved on to the next crystal, explaining how to make the mutagens less taxing and listing the mutagen base. He slotted the last crystal he had in, listening to Moreau speak about how one mutagen could be transmuted into another through the addition of certain ingredients, and of his subject, though on the brink of death, was much stronger than he had been and came back from the edge of death.
“It seems he's enhanced his subject, instead of cured them.” Geralt commented, more to himself than you.
“Have you never met this Jerome?” You asked, coming to stand beside him.
“No.” He shook his head. “But that's not too uncommon. He might be from another Witcher school or dead.”
“Ah. Well, I did find the Professor's journal on Witcher Mutagens.” You informed him, holding up the worn, purple, cloth bound book to him. “I suppose, you want to take it and the Megascope crystals back to Kaer Morhen with us.”
Geralt gave you a golden glance from the corner of his eyes, that told you he did, but not before getting into something you weren't going to be happy about. You sighed at him, letting your hand drop back to your side, eyes falling shut for a moment.
“You want to test this mutagen stuff out, don't you?” You asked, needlessly.
“I do.” Geralt answered, with a short nod.
“Why?” You groaned, looking up at him with a pleading look. “Can't we at least go to Kaer Morhen and do it in a safe environment, with Vesemir? That way, if something happens, we'll have him to revive your stupidity?”
A broad grin passed over his lips. “But all the equipment is already here, min minne.” He cooed at you. “We'd have to build all of it at the Keep.”
“Then, you'd have to fight Eskel and Lambert for first go inside.” You added, knowing that was going to be his next argument. “I thought you were over the whole Trial of the Grasses! You bitch about how hard it was! How much it hurt and blah blah! But you're all pony up to do this?” You scolded him, shaking your head. “Jaskier would be tripping over his lute, if he was here to witness this.”
“What if it fails and you die!” You protested, waving the book in his face.
“I'm sure I'll be fine.” He smiled, kissing you lightly on the forehead.
You rolled your eyes at him. “It's not like I can talk you out of it. So, what do you need me to do?” You sighed, giving in.
“I want you to go through his book and tell me what ingredients I need.” He said, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek, trying to pacify you.
“Very well.” You glanced around and found a low stool by the table, next to the strange Iron Maiden, and took it up, starting to skim through the book, while Geralt investigated the rest of the laboratory.
“Something about a Pale Widow.” You said aloud, still skimming. “Getting a syringe full of mutated giant centipede albumen from the Pale Widow and the Ashwagandha herb.” You looked up at Geralt.
“That's all it states.”
“Well, he has to have it readily here.” Geralt answered, scanning the room, spotting an opening in the stone wall inside the iron cell and a well used needle on the wooden table you sat beside. “Stay here, I'll be right back.” He said softly, heading that way.
“Ger-” You started to call after him, before giving up and going back to reading the book.
Geralt ducked into the opening in the wall, finding a dank and dripping tunnel, following it into a large, cavernous space, the floor deep with stinking mud. He slowly pulled his sword as he dropped into the mud, knowing a space like this was a ripe place for a creature to live and attack. But he only saw the walls lined with eggs, quiet and dormant. His medallion was still, giving no indication of magic or monster wishing ill intent upon him.
Though, he kept a firm grip on the hilt of his sword, approaching one of the eggs. He squatted down and pulled the dagger from his boot, slicing open the egg, to be greeted with a putrid scent, making his nose wrinkle. There was a long dead, juvenile, mutated giant centipede inside. Geralt wouldn't have been surprised if the Professor had been keeping its parent as a pet, breeding it for the eggs in his countless Mutagen experiments, then killed the elder after he gave up, leaving the babies to starve and rot off.
Stuffing his dagger back into his boot, Geralt pricked the curled up corpse with the syringe and drew out what little albumen was left inside of it, getting half a syringe full. He cut open another, until the needle chamber was full, then returned to you.
“All right, Albumen acquired.” He said, holding up the syringe.
“I found the herb, Ashwagandha, in one the chests.” You answered, pointing to where you laid it on the table. “All you have to do, is put them both in that boiler, then get into the machine yourself.” You told him, a hard lump forming in your throat, at the thought of your beloved Wolf getting into the iron maiden contraption.
Nodding, Geralt set the syringe down carefully, along with his sword, before pulling off his boots. He stripped naked and looked at you, seeing the worry and conflict on your face. “I'll be fine, Firefly.” He cooed at you, reaching out to cup your cheek for a moment.
“You best be, or I'll never forgive you.” You whimpered back, turning your head to kiss his palm.
Adding the ingredients and activating it, Geralt stepped into the machine, while you stood there, helplessly. You paced before the machine for several minutes, figuring that's all it would take, listening to it pop, hiss and clank. But ten minutes went by and Geralt didn't step out. Thirty minutes, still Geralt was inside. You grew concerned, debating on whether or not you should open it and check on him.
Perhaps he'd passed out and couldn't open the door himself? Or what if he was-
No, he's fine. You cut off the thought, pressing a fist to your mouth. He knows what he's doing. Geralt knows his limits. You tried reassuring yourself, pacing from the bottom of the stairs to the back of the room, your restless impatience growing as the hour and half mark was passed.
You started at the sound of unoiled hinges opening, lifting your head from the table you had rested yourself on, several hours before. However, seeing the door to the machine open and realizing Geralt was finally coming out, you jumped to your feet and rushed to him, just getting your arms around his torso as his legs gave out from under him.
“Geralt!” You panted, feeling his burning skin through your clothing, his head heavy on your shoulder as you both went down to your knees. “Are you all right?” You inquired, hearing his breathing slightly labored.
You cupped his face in your hands and pushed his head up, shocked to find his eyes glowing, the skin of his face dark and marked with black lines, as if he had taken one of his potions or elixirs. He didn't speak for a long time, just catching his breath and resting against you, his eyes and skin returning to normal.
“I'm all right.” He rasped, gulping thickly, his throat and mouth dry. “I'll be all right.” He groaned, pushing himself up onto his feet, wobbling for a second. “How long was I in there for?”
“Hours.” You replied, standing as well. “I was starting to think you weren't coming back out.”
He nodded, moving around the table for his clothing, which in your anxious impatience, you had folded. “We should go.” He said, sluggishly pulling them on.
“For fuck sake, Geralt, sit down and rest for a moment.” You barked at him, pointing to the stool by his leg.
“I'm fine.” He grunted back at you, bunching up his black shirt to pull it over his head and jamming his feet into his boots.
“All right, fine.” You huffed back. “While you were having a merry jaunt in there, I found a map of this place in the Professor's journal.” You told him, with a lifted brow. “Behind that bookcase is supposed to be a hidden passage out, that's shorter.”
“Good.” He nodded, looking towards the Megascope.
“I have the crystals and the journal.” You assured him, resting your hand on his back, feeling the tense muscles there. “I took care of all that, while waiting for you to finish cooking in your Mutagen steamer.” You quipped, forcing a smirk.
Grunting and nodding again, Geralt continued and shoved the bookcase out of the way, finding a vulnerable wall behind it. Without hesitation, he used his Aard on the loose bricks, blasting them inward and rocking the room around you.
“Gods alive!” You gasped, grasping the back of Geralt's arm.
Geralt chuckled and the two of you followed the low ceiling tunnel, finding another portal, that was simply activated by a crystal that laid on the ground. Stepping through, you found yourselves back on the shore of the lake, but a mile or two down from where you had originally entered. With a shrill whistle, calling Roach, you and Geralt walked along the water, to meet the horse, while also enjoying the fresh and cool air.
“I look forward to that luxurious room at the inn.” You commented, getting up behind Geralt on Roach. “To a nice, hot bath. That experiment has made you a bit-foul.” You chuckled, resting your chin on his shoulder and peeking around at him.
“More than usual?” He asked, cocking a brow at you.
“Just a tad.” You laughed, squeezing your arms around his waist.
He spurred Roach back to Beauclair and got a handsome room for the two of you, at the Rose and Knight Inn, that sported its own tub and a balcony, letting you see the vineyards and apiaries in the rolling hills past the city gates in the distance. You stayed for two weeks, not leaving the room for anything. Having your meals brought up to you. Preferring to stay in bed or the bathtub together. It was romantic and refreshing.
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the day/night we met ; henry cavill
PAIRING — Henry Cavill x Reader (fem)
SUMMARY — On your wedding day, your Maid of Honor prepares a special gift to which you and Henry have distinct responses.
WORDS — 1,8k
TW — nothing really just a lot of fluff, emotions (I cried a bit writing it), Henry in a suit 😈.
A/N — Hi! I'm not dead, just quit the most toxic job ever so I'm getting back here lol Here's a short but very dear fic to me that I wrote last year but never posted. I'm so happy to finally post this! This story has been in my head for two years now and it came out better than I thought.
Song insp.: Eu Me Lembro by Clarice Falcão feat. Silva
— 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
“ALRIGHT,” YOUR MAID OF HONOR smiles, carefully wiping her tears with a napkin. “After making you cry and potentially ruining some makeup,” The room laughs. “I’ve prepared something different to end this on a high note.”
This is one of the dearest moments of your life: your wedding. You’re marrying your soulmate. Your heart could burst with love and happiness whenever.
Everything’s perfect, from your dress to the lights of the venue. Henry – your newly proclaimed spouse – has an arm around you as you listen to your family and friends' speeches about you and your love.
You found it strange when your Maid of Honor wasn’t the first to speak, but it seems she has a reason for it. Immediately, you feel anxious, but in a good way.
“When these two told me they were getting married, I knew I wanted to do something special for them,” Your best friend starts. “I just didn’t know what, but I knew it had to be something remarkable, something for them to look back and have a good laugh,” She looks at the both of you with tears in her eyes, chuckling.
You also wipe tears off your eyes, smiling back at her, and Henry tightens his embrace around you.
“So I sat down with these two, separately, and started to ask a few questions,” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, which is an expression you know very well.
‘Oh my,’ You think. ‘What is she up to?’
“Things started to get really interesting from the start, and I decided to make a video out of it,” Your best friend winks at you. “Without further ado, enjoy it.”
With a pleasant smile, she sits down. The attention turns to the screens set around the venue.
You remember sitting with your Maid of Honor to chat about your relationship. You didn’t really understand why she wanted to do that. However, it always has been effortless talking about Henry, and you brushed it off as having something to do with the wedding.
You recall having a great time answering her questions – drinks might have been involved beforehand, but the whole process was surprisingly professional.
Your friend’s face pops up on the screen as she introduces herself. “In this little video, I wanted to talk about our lovely couple’s amazing and fun story, especially the day they met,” She explains. “Newlyweds, I love you very much, and I hope you like this little something I put together for you.”
She blows a kiss and waves. Then in fancy lettering, “A love story” is scribbled on the top-left corner of the screen, and “A story of love” on the bottom right corner. You wonder why both phrases – which convey the same thing – are on the video, but the thought quickly slips your mind when your smiling face appears on the screen.
“State your name and occupation, please,” Your friend prompts on the video, but she’s out of the shot.
You roll your eyes amusedly. “What’s this, a trial? I’m innocent, your honor!” You giggle, making everybody at the venue laugh.
You answer the question anyway, and your name also appears written on the video.
“For the purpose of… this, I’m the bride?” It sounds like a question, and you make a face, unsure of yourself.
She never explained what the video was for, in your defense.
Right after you, Henry appears. “I’m Henry, and I am the lucky groom,” He smiles brightly, looking as handsome as always.
“So, tell me, how did you meet Henry?” Your friend asks, and your smile is instant as you remember that exact day as if it was yesterday. “How did you meet Y/N?” She asks him in the next scene, and his reaction is the same.
“I was hosting a brunch,” You start, your eyes unfocused as the vivid memory plays in your mind. “And it was morning when Henry arrived.”
When he reapers, you can tell it’ll cut back and forth between you. “I was throwing a party, and she was the one that came around. I think it was three in the afternoon,” Henry replies, quite differently from you.
You scoff mockingly, looking at him by your side. He chuckles, brushing it off with a shoulder tic before you turn back to the screen.
“And I said: ‘Hi, come on in, make yourself at home,’ You know, something of the sorts,” You shrug off.
Your betrothed chuckles in the video, scratching his chin in thought. “I was the one that said hello, but she didn’t hear.”
His comment makes the venue erupt in laughter. You meet Henry’s loving gaze again and squeeze his hand, making him bring yours up to press a kiss on your knuckles.
If your shared story had different and entertaining versions until now, it’d just get better!
After being asked about first impressions of one another, he replies: “She thought I was hilarious,” He says with such confidence that is endearing.
In your turn, you laugh and cover your mouth as if what you are about to say it’s an embarrassing secret.
“Oh my god, he wouldn’t stop talking! Like a lot!” You emphasize. “And I pretended to laugh the entire time,” You say very sheepishly before throwing your head back in laughter again. “That’s terrible. I feel like I need to apologize,” You add after your fit.
“Oh, I just remembered something,” He suddenly announces, and his smile is wide as the memory toy around in his head. “Her blouse was inside out,” He chuckles, eyes focused on a spot. “She’s so adorable and such a goof, isn’t she?” He looks back at the camera.
“He loved the way I was dressed,” You giggle, visibly shivering as you physically remember the feeling of him truly looking at you for the first time.
Your friend asks another question, changing the subject slightly, but Henry shakes his head.
“Yeah, the party was great! Everybody was having a good time, but I only remember searching for her when she wasn’t near me. Trying to get another look, you know?” He says.
In turn, you scoff. “No one was dancing! I don’t remember who was taking care of the music, but it was terrible!” Your genuine response makes the room fills with laughter another time. “At least everyone had a drink in hand and ate something.”
“Oh, yes. The food was wonderful. Everything homemade,” Your partner assures with a proud nod naively.
“I bought everything off Tesco,” You rushedly confess, throwing your head back in laughter again.
Back to the present moment, you’re wiping the new tears from the corners of your eyes due to laughter. You love the good energy around the room as your guests and yourself enjoy the video your Maid of Honor made.
Now you understand both phases in the beginning, and although you and Henry have very distinct versions of the day you met, you love both of them and the feelings they bring you.
However, something changes in the next second of the video. For the first time, on a split-screen, you two appear together.
“When I saw him, I knew it (When I saw her, I knew it),” You both say simultaneously. “She (He) was the person I’d spend the rest of my life with,” You continue.
Glancing at him, you’re surprised to see he’s already looking at you. Then you exchange a knowing look. It seems like you got on the same page in this part of the video.
“And that’s how I realized that life put him (her) in my life,” You say in unison. “On that Tuesday (Thursday) of September (December),” Your responses overlap with each other, drawing amused reactions from people.
“That’s why I remember everything, of every second,” Both of you state, which is downright ironic at this point. “Ask me anything that I remember.”
“I remember,” You proudly declare with a grin but, this time, by yourself.
And so does Henry. “I remember,” He nods with a beam.
The video ends there, and the room erupts in applause, whistles, and hollered praises.
Words couldn’t describe the dazzling feelings you’re experiencing if you wanted to. You can’t be more grateful to your friend for this treat either. And, of course, the man you now get to call your husband.
The spotlight of attention returns to you as you’re exchanging the most enamored gaze ever. Henry leans in and presses his lips to your forehead, making you close your eyes. Slowly, you allow all those remarkable sensations to wash over you.
When you reopen your eyes, you smile at him before looking at your Maid of Honor. “Thank you so much for this extremely thoughtful gift. We both loved it a lot.”
Henry confirms with a head gesture.
“Words won’t do justice to how much you’re special to me. I’m just so grateful I get to share such a special and meaningful moment of my life, like this one, with you,” Your voice cracks at the end, and you smile, trying to hold your tears at bay as you can see she’s doing the same. “So I can’t thank you enough.”
As the room gets loud with another round of applause and cheers, she smiles, mouthing an “I love you too” to you. Wiping your tears carefully one more time, you chuckle.
“Although, I only have one question,” You announce, making the room pipe down. “Was my blouse really inside out?” You giggle as you look back at Henry.
Your husband starts to laugh. “Yeah,” He confirms bashfully. “Yeah, it was,” He nods as your guests join you in laughter.
“Oh, God. I can’t believe it,” You shake your head in embarrassment. “I also would like to point out that my husband clearly has a lot of experience with interviews,” You remark, addressing the room. “I feel kinda bad after saying I was pretending to laugh at his jokes when he’s all loving and caring,” You rejoin your friends and family in fun.
“I do tell bad jokes,” Henry concedes in your defense. “I love how genuine you are, and you’re loving and caring to me, too,” You nearly melt at his famous Hollywood-star smile.
The sound of ‘aww’s’ fills the room. “You see what I’m dealing with?” You joke, making everybody chuckle.
You give him a chaste but affectionate peck on the lips. Your wedding coordinator decides it’s time for the first dance to open the floor to make your guests burn some energy after the buffet.
And so, feeling the most secure and happy while pressed against your husband’s chest with his arms around you, you swing slowly. By sharing the same air, the same space, and the same feelings, you can’t think of anything better.
It all started on a Tuesday morning in September for you. But for him, it was a Thursday afternoon in December. Now, it is a Saturday evening in November that you’ll never forget.
You will remember. Everything. Of every second.
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By Tomorrow - Part 12
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I've been in a writing mood lately and I'm trying desperately to hold onto it. The next chapter of Man's World is nearly done and I have part 13 of By Tomorrow all planned out. I've also got a random drabble in the works!
Henry opened his eyes when he was sure Sybil was really asleep. Her hand still rested against his cheek, and he turned his face to kiss her palm before slipping out of the bed.
He was relieved that she didn’t wake up. It was strange for him to kiss her like that. He wasn’t entirely sure why he did it and he wasn’t interested in discussing it.
He grabbed a few spare plaids and made himself a nest on the ground beside the bed. She probably didn’t want him in the bed with her after what he’d done, and a bit of space would do him some good too.
For hours, sleep eluded him. He gave up and climbed back into the bed before dawn. Sybil sensed the disturbance and rolled over until she was pressed directly into his side.
He stiffened, suddenly afraid to touch her despite his usual tendency to do so — all the times he lifted her onto his horse or into his arms without even giving her a warning.
It seemed different now, though, because while he was taking liberties before, he wasn’t crossing any lines. He’d have to pull back now to remind Sybil that he didn’t think he was entitled to touch her, that she could refuse him and he would obey without complaint, and he had to show her that.
Because after the events of the past night, between their bedding, the Macleans arriving, Henry confessing more of his mother’s dark past – he wasn't sure he would be able to put the words together, let alone say them aloud.
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Sybil didn’t know what time it was when she woke. The cottage was dark and she didn’t want to open her eyes. She wasn’t ready to come back to the world yet, to deal with the reality of her situation.
She clung to the last remnants of sleep as tightly as she possibly could but they still slipped away from her. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes.
Henry was nowhere in sight. Part of her was relieved because she wasn’t sure how to face him now. The other part was disappointed and terribly lonely.
She couldn’t face him but she couldn’t be alone. Not now. Not with her stomach churning and the memories of her father’s friend swimming in her head. She had to get out.
It was late morning. People’s windows and doors were open to let in the cool air and the sun but hardly anyone was outside. They were still on alert after the Maclean incident.
Sybil didn’t care about that. She just wanted to see her friend.
It was unladylike to run and difficult to do so with long, heavy skirts but Sybil didn’t care. She nearly fell on her face a few times and was grateful that so few people were there to see.
Sybil was nearly to the keep when she caught sight of Catherine headed in her direction.
“Sybil!” She was still running toward her friend when she began talking. “Did you hear about what happened to the boy after you left?” She came to an abrupt stop a few feet away when she saw the silent tears streaking down Sybil’s face.
Catherine knit her brows in concern, even though it was probably nothing serious. Sybil cried at just about anything. “What is it?”
Sybil shut her eyes and shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Can’t what? Can’t tell me what’s wrong?” Catherine took Sybil’s hands. “Why not?”
“I can’t,” Sybil whispered.
“You can,” Catherine insisted. “You can tell me anything and everything. You do tell me everything.” Her attempt to lighten the mood fell flat.
“You’ll think differently of me.”
“Well we won’t know that until you tell me, will we?”
Sybil took a shuddering breath. “I slept” – she sobbed – “with Henry.”
“I don’t understand,” Catherine said, her face contorted in confusion. She could understand why that would be upsetting, but this was beyond Sybil’s usual disproportionately dramatic reactions. “Was he not – did he not treat you well? The first time can be terribly uncomfortable – painful, even – and I’m sure Henry feels –”
Sybil shook her head. Her stomach twisted, the words bubbling in her throat like vomit. She couldn’t hold them back. “It wasn’t – he wasn’t the first.”
***
Henry joined a hunting party to seek out the stag that had drawn the Maclean boy into Cavill territory. When he went back to the cottage to tell Sybil he was off and would be gone for at least one night, it was empty. Catherine wasn’t in her rooms, either; Henry figured that at least they were together.
Perhaps a night alone with Catherine would do Sybil some good. Settle her nerves. Make her feel at ease, since that was something he seemed unable to do.
He rubbed his forehead, trying to get at the ache behind it.
This hunt was supposed to be a distraction, but of course they couldn’t begin the hunt until picking up the stag’s trail. So here he was, still trapped in his thoughts but now with a dozen men by him.
Fuck. He hated being married, Henry decided. It was exhausting and difficult, just as he knew it would be. This was why he hadn’t wanted a wife: He knew it would be nearly impossible to be the sort of husband his wife deserved.
Not that he wanted to give up his wife – he’d rather sever a limb than lose Sybil. But he did wish they’d had more time. He wanted to have courted her, earned her trust, demonstrated his value. All his hard-won progress with her was forfeit now.
Henry set down his horse’s reins in his lap to rub at his head with more vigor.
Arran nudged his horse closer to Henry’s. “Did you sleep at all last night?”
His nephew kept his eyes forward and grunted.
“And the girl? How is she after last night?”
Henry swallowed hard, which did not go unnoticed by his uncle. “She is with Catherine today.”
Arran knew Henry in a way the others did not. He’d been a father figure to the boy growing up, and he was the only person Henry could tolerate having a deep conversation with, though Henry’s idea of a deep conversation was giving the shortest answers possible to any questions about his feelings – and now his wife, too. If anyone else asked him about Sybil’s state after the consummation, he’d likely break the fool’s nose.
“She’s a good woman,” Arran said. “And she is good for you. She’ll come around.”
Henry grumbled in reply. If Sybil were here, she would’ve been able to translate his nonsense sounds into words. He frowned at the thought. How was she supposed to come around if she was afraid of him? Again.
***
Catherine was silently fuming, her hands shaking as she moved them over Sybil’s back soothingly. She wanted to say something but God, what could she say? What could anyone say?
She felt sick at the thought of her friend being abused and hurt and being too afraid to tell anyone what had happened. Even if she did confide in someone, Sybil’s horrid father would blame her for it. She was so, so grateful to Henry for marrying Sybil and taking her away from that man.
Catherine always knew how lucky she was to have a husband like Garrett, who was considerate and kind and handsome and strong. They’d grown fond of one another in their time together; many married couples detested one another their entire lives.
Sybil would have that fondness with Henry. She already did. And Catherine was sure, soon enough, that fondness would develop into something more.
“What did Henry say when you told him?” she finally asked.
Sybil pulled away, fresh horror on her face. “You’re the only person I’ve told. He doesn’t know. And you can’t tell him, Catherine, please.”
“In God’s name, why?”
Sybil shook her head. “I don’t want him to know. I don’t want him to think differently of me.”
“He wouldn’t,” Catherine insisted. “You are his wife. He would —”
Sybil shook her head again. “Please, just don’t.” Her tears had run dry for the moment, exhaustion overtaking her sorrow.
“I won’t say anything,” her friend murmured. “It’s not my story to tell.”
“Thank you.”
Catherine stood and held her hands out to help Sybil to her feet. “Henry and the others have gone off hunting. I doubt they will be back until morning. Come stay with me tonight.”
Sybil smiled sheepishly. “You are my dearest friend. Do you know that?”
Catherine looped their arms together. “I suspected as much, but it’s always nice to hear you say so.”
***
It was Hamish and Kier’s idea to give the stag to the Macleans once they killed it as an offering of peace. They had to catch the damn thing first, though.
It was swift and clever and Henry was no help at all. He completely gave up on the charade of stalking the deer and started using his bow and arrow to take down rabbits instead. Owen was the only one to call him out on it, and he gave up when it became clear that Henry was paying no attention to him.
Henry offered no excuse when he headed back to the keep; he didn’t tell anyone he was leaving, either. They’d figure it out for themselves.
The hillside was quiet as he rode home. The hall, usually teeming with activity so close to supper time, was all but abandoned.
Two serving girls were scrubbing blood from the stone floor, and the table on which they’d set the boy was nowhere to be seen. They would break it down and burn it, most likely, if they couldn’t clean all the blood from it.
Henry wondered errantly what they had done with the Maclean boy’s severed leg. Did his brothers take it back with them? Would they bury it? Burn it?
He shook his head to clear it and stepped deeper in.
The midwives and healer who attended the boy were still gathering their supplies from the hall. There was a bluish purple flower among them. Henry wordlessly crossed the room to the midwife, everyone’s eyes on him.
He stopped a few feet away and she stared up at him, unsure of what to do or say. After a moment, he pointed to the flower. “Can I have that?”
The woman’s eyes flashed to the flower and then back to his. She wordlessly plucked two of them from the table and gave them over.
Henry examined the delicate lavender sprigs in his hand. He would give these to Sybil and draw her a warm bath like the ones she had as a child. That would make her smile. And he wanted to make her smile more than anything.
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Just like a small question based on that one ask, but... might the lack of brown/black men in popular M/M ships have to do with people trying really hard not to be racist so they just... never feature black/brown men? Because I know several F/F ships with brown/black women, but I can't remember a single M/M or even M/F with a black/brown male love interest... well, maybe Link/Gan or Zelda/Gan? But besides that one... nothing rings a notable bell.
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There are more than that, anon, even if there aren't a lot.
If we're talking about AO3, Link/Gan has 785 works. Finnpoe has 8,636. Sam/Bucky has 10,591. Do you just not watch live action media?
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Part of it is "I don't know. I just don't find them hot for some reason..."-style racism. That can shift with time and exposure but there's no instant fix even if someone is interested in changing their own tastes.
Part of it is being instantly screamed at and held to higher standards. (And yes, no matter how much people want to whine and say this isn't true, it is true, and anyone who goes ahead and writes despite the haters will tell you so.)
Part of it is fear of messing up above and beyond fear of reactions. Personally, I think this is toxic white guilt-flavor time-wasting and it's better to try and fail than not try, but it's a massive factor in what some people choose to write.
A lot of it is simply the composition of the mega-franchises that tend to generate the ships with bajillions of works. If we're looking at AO3 circles, the biggest f/f ships are not that big. If you look at m/m ships of the same size, there are some with some guy who is not white and not a pale-skinned Asian.
Here's the AO3 f/f tag where you can directly see what's big in the sidebar.
Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor (20389)
Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan (15516)
Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s) (14062)
Clarke Griffin/Lexa (12661)
Minor or Background Relationship(s) (11492)
Adora/Catra (She-Ra) (10855)
Amity Blight/Luz Noceda (9751)
Sirius Black/Remus Lupin (7913)
Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long (7205)
Korra/Asami Sato (6866)
If we exclude nonspecific tags and misplaced dudes, we add:
Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer (6127)
Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler (6120)
Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught (5738)
Luz Noceda and Korra have darker skin. Lana Parrilla is Latina, but is Regina Mills? This isn't exactly some paradise for the diversity you're talking about.
Here's the M/M tag:
Castiel/Dean Winchester (107699)
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (68231)
Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (65757)
Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (64761)
James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers (59546)
Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) (48169)
Minor or Background Relationship(s) (47119)
Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (43665)
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (41631)
Sirius Black/Remus Lupin (40374)
Let's exclude some things and see what we get as we head towards the 5-20k range.
Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku (38445)
Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V (36025)
Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn (35907)
Keith/Lance (Voltron) (31634)
Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester (30488)
Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood (29568)
Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) (28959)
Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin (28191)
Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter (27775)
Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou (27193)
Well, we've got Lance. (*shudder*) He's one of the most distasteful and useless stock character types in episode one and is the reason I never bothered to touch Voltron again, but his fans are certainly loud enough about him being Latino.
Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov (26087)
Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) (26058)
Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) (21900)
Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (21897)
Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) (21296)
Original Male Character/Original Male Character (21035)
Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion (20224)
James T. Kirk/Spock (18810)
Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (18703)
Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin (18147)
Eddie Diaz is Latino.
Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel (17787)
Levi Ackerman/Eren Yeager (16950)
Dan Howell/Phil Lester (16818)
Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier (16229)
Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet (16193)
Harry Potter/Severus Snape (15551)
Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich (15539)
Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki (14990)
Keith/Shiro (Voltron) (14816)
Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio (14780)
We've got the Taika Waititi thirsters in this cohort.
Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier (14413)
Rodney McKay/John Sheppard (14209)
Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto (13135)
Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli (Genshin Impact) (13016)
Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know (12962)
Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto (12878)
Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic (12817)
Loki/Thor (Marvel) (12767)
Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren (12391)
Frank Iero/Gerard Way (12146)
Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams (12050)
Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou (12002)
Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga (11898)
Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga (11352)
Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin (11101)
Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith (11088)
Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones (11083)
Loki/Tony Stark (10699)
Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables) (10523)
Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin (10415)
Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield (10312)
Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard (10211)
Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi (9950)
Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne (9944)
Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee (9763)
Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington (9686)
Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru (9625)
Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol (9471)
Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski (9367)
Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (9359)
Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist (9347)
Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (9317)
Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji (9186)
Wang Yi Bo/Xiao Zhan | Sean (8973)
Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg (8785)
Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks (8710)
Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact) (8657)
Peter Parker/Tony Stark (8607)
Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto (8588)
James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson (8522)
Only here are we finally getting down to the range where a lot of the big f/f ships on AO3 hang out, and here's Sam/Bucky, which is frankly not a small pairing at all unless you only mean in comparison to Stucky.
I'll stop there for m/m since these numbers are getting pretty distorted by me filtering out everything higher up, but you get the idea. Even that wretched Old Guard fandom couldn't completely kill off its ship, though then we get into how you're defining your terms and how much actual skin tone matters.
Here's f/m on AO3:
Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug (32122)
Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy (26417)
Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s) (23498)
Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (23403)
Minor or Background Relationship(s) (18497)
James Potter/Lily Evans Potter (18142)
Kylo Ren/Rey (15915)
James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader (15200)
Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (14547)
Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley (13843)
Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin (13551)
Fox Mulder/Dana Scully (13145)
Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak (11318)
Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan (11031)
Castiel/Dean Winchester (10851)
Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth (9236)
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (9152)
Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson (9141)
Other Relationship Tags to Be Added (9108)
Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper (9046)
Bellamy Blake's actor is Filipino, isn't he? I remember race wank.
I don't see anything particularly significant until we get further down the listings, but there are definitely smaller fandoms like Leverage where everybody loves and ships the black guy.
I mean, yes, clearly, media does have a bias against darker skin, and the darker the skin, the bigger the bias. This bias may be exacerbated by fandom, but in a lot of cases, it just seems to be replicated at about the same level.
That pattern notwithstanding, it seems like you just haven't heard of a lot of ships.
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Thanks to you, I've read a few Dom!Walter Marshall fics now, and it got me thinking.
There's a joke among my friends irl (and many others online) that the venn diagram for d&d/table top players and kinksters is actually nearly a perfect circle (and if you add SCA and rennaissance faires, it becomes a stack of pancakes). We've said this for at least 20 years, and it's caught on online (or maybe it was one of those things that was pulled from the collective unconscious. Idk).
Back in my kink club days, one of the dungeon masters there was also a D&D dungeon master, and almost every person I ever played D&D or Vampire: Dark Ages or any other dice-based RPG was also into kink/ bdsm to some extent.
Anyway, my point/question was this:
Henry Cavill is a d&d/rpg enthusiast, is he not? 🤔 🤭🤭🤭
All those Januhairy pictures got me thinking. And full disclosure...I haven't been attracted to Henry since I watched The Tudors back in the day, and even then, I was way more into John Rhys Meyers. But there is something about Henry with the longer hair and beard... makes me want to drop to my knees and say, "yes, Sir."
I'm late to the damn party, as usual.
Whoa. There is a lot to unpack here. Please bear with me! Also, I got wordy so here's a cut.
First, I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to let me know the influence I've had on your reading repertoire. That is amazing!
Second, you can't just drop "I've read dom!Walter thanks to you" and not tell me what you've hit on! First thing that comes to mind for me, like immediately, is Under Orders. Please tell me you've given that a gander?
Third, I will be perfectly honest that many of the words or letters in the rest of your ask are foreign to me in their use. (That's a little bit of a joke. Welcome to me!) While I do know about d&d and rpg and renn faires, I don't play. And I have no idea what SCA is. Though also honestly, I'm not sure how pertinent to the ask that is, since...
Fourth, yes, I DO believe HC is at least an rpg enthusiast (if, again no idea, Warhammer is that kinda thing?). So I feel like you're hinting at a facet of his lifestyle I don't know anything about, nor do I want to. No judgement, just fact: I have no doubt the HC we see is a little bit of a character as much as any of his on screen personas, and while I don't doubt he's a gigantic nerd, I don't really want to dive deeper into thoughts about who he really is. All this is my way of trying to say that while I don't have anything against RPF (I wrote some for god's sake) or those who want to know more about HC personally, I just feel like I'm never gonna know who he really is so I'll stick to my character fantasies. Okay. That was a lot. Sorry.
Onto fifth position. Well, that's me on my knees in front of, at a bare minimum (and yes, probably bare) Walter Marshall (full head of hair, full beard), August Walker (adequate head of hair, full mustache, adequate facial hair), Captain Syverson (shaved head unf!, full beard), or Geralt of Rivia (full head of hair, no facial hair I think). Or any of several combinations of these 4 guys I currently travel between.
All that to say: I'm may not agree with you about the correlation between body/head/facial hair and how willing I am to get on knees and take orders. But boy, was this fun to think about.
And hey: If anyone reading has any dom!Walter you want to throw my way, I'll gladly take it.
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Henry Cavill & his roles masterlist
Henry Cavill & his roles masterlist
Contains: 💦 smut // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut 🐺 A/B/O
In alphabetic order:
August Walker masterlist
Clark Kent/Superman masterlist
AU!Clark Kent masterlist
Henry Cavill/RPF masterlist
The Witcher Masterlist (Geralt of Rivia)
Sherlock Holmes masterlist
Walter Marshall masterlist
Alpha!Walter Marshall masterlist
#henry cavill#clark kent#clark kent x reader#clark kent x you#henry cavill x female reader#henry cavill x y/n#Henry Cavill & Clark Kent Masterlist#henry x reader#clark x reader
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Fic Master List
All the cool kids have these, so I figured I'd make one as well. Splitting them up by fandom since I have a bajillion fandoms and fics. List updated as of 2/24/2024. Some of the links go straight to my works on AO3 and some go to a post I've made here on tumblr. It's a work in progress.
Drabbles | 3 Sentence Ficathon
Teen Wolf: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Derek Hale, Derek Hale/Peter Hale, Derek Hale/Laura Hale
Men’s Hockey RPF: all archive locked, click the link to see pairings etc.
Black Jewels - Anne Bishop: Daemon Sadi/Lucivar Yaslana
Original Work: various m/m and m/m/m pairings
The Hollows - Kim Harrison: Trent Kalamack/Rachel Morgan, Jenks/Matalina
Spider-Man/Deadpool
The Witcher: Emhyr var Emreis/Geralt of Rivia, Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Psy-Changeling - Nalini Singh: Aden Kai/Vasic Zen, Kaleb Krychek/Judd Lauren, Lucas Hunter/Hawke Snow, Judd Lauren/Walker Lauren
Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
The Authority: Apollo/Midnighter, Apollo/Midnighter & Jenny Quantum
Perilous Courts - Tavia Lark: Julien Sandry/Whisper, Bellamy Sandry/Rakos Tem, Daromir Azri/Vana Dire, Vana Dire & Bellamy Sandry, Corin Marcel/Audric Sandry
Radiance Series - Tavia Lark: Evain Marha/Leth ka Tariel, Karis Cooper/Ronan Vizia, Arthur Davorn/Shaesarenna Nightven
Demonic Disasters and Afterlife Adventures - Shannon Mae: Adam/Minos
Chosen One Universe - Macy Blake: Victor Eastaughffe/Orsen Riggs, Victor Eastaughffe/Orsen Riggs & Gus, Bentley "Bebe" Baxter & Eduard Eastaughffe, Jedrek/Nick Smith
The Epic of Gilgamesh: Enkidu/Gilgamesh
Last Binding Series - Freya Marske: Robin Blyth/Edwin Courcey
Marvel Cinematic Universe: Loki/Thor
#author:whimsicalmeerkat#fanfic#original work#original fiction#teen wolf#men’s hockey rpf#black jewels by anne bishop#black jewels trilogy#anne bishop#the hollows by kim harrison#kim harrison#spideypool#the witcher#psy-changeling#psy-changeling by nalini singh#nalini singh#stargate atlantis#sga#the authority#perilous courts#perilous courts by tavia lark#tavia lark#radiance series#radiance series by tavia lark#last binding trilogy#demonic disasters and afterlife adventures#shannon mae#chosen one universe#macy blake
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Why do people keep lusting after Henry Cavill even though he’s a misogynist who has made many women uncomfortable?? It’s not like there’s a shortage of men with the same body type who are more decent human beings out there???
So ok like the short answer is white privilege... but the long answer is more complex. like the fact that he's played superman, the witcher geralt, and other nice guy roles.
but like ok take this into consideration... like dwayne johnson is a pretty wholesome guy but like very few of his roles are very romantic. which is depressing when you take into account that I'm not the only one that's noticed.
granted dwayne johnson is older than henry cavill but idk its really insidious how there's like very few fics for dwayne
and look at how many there are for henry
(before you yell at me about these being rpf I know its bad but its just a metric to use for the purposes of this conversation).
not to mention that there's the many thousands of geralt of rivia fics that are out there.
mod laina
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Trans rights are human rights. If you think men are inherently evil you are not the feminist you think you are. Free Palestine.
I use #nsft for nsfw and nsfw-adjacent posts, and I do my best to tag things that might be triggers.
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I am always always always looking for story recs! Send me an ask, ping me, whatever, I am never not in the mood for a good whump story.
If you think I might like it, regardless of how well it fits my tastes or fandoms, please send it my way! (And I will gladly read original stories)
I’m okay with reading NSFW, but not with underage characters. I also generally avoid stories with RPF, and stories where characters end up falling in love with their abusers. I’m not entirely opposed to romance but it’s generally not my thing.
(This is not a statement on the morality of writing these things, it is simply a statement on what I do not like reading)
My favorite tropes:
Strong whumpees (especially ones who would have been too strong/smart to be caught if not for a hostage/trap/betrayal etc)
Related: characters being targeted because they are very powerful, to drain their powers or experiment on them
Confident whumpees, defiant whumpees (especially if that confidence/defiance is slowly broken down)
Parent/guardian whumpees, or generally character-who-others-rely-on whump
Lengthy, difficult, but hopeful trauma recovery— I love when progress is not straightforward, and when there are many missteps along the way
People finding out what happened to whumpee and being horrified
Flinching, panic attacks, flashbacks
Abusive authority figures, especially in prisoner situations
My go-to fandoms and favorite whumpees:
MCYT: c!Technoblade and c!Philza (any universe), I enjoy c!Quackity and c!Dream as whumpers in DSMP stories, c!Grian (I’m not personally comfortable with RPF though)
Marvel: Thor (MCU specifically), Peter Parker
My Hero Academia: All Might, Izuku, Aizawa
One Piece: Zoro, Luffy
Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright
Undertale: Sans (original)
Danny Phantom: same as everybody else
Psych: Shawn Spencer
Animator vs Animation: The Chosen One (i am sending psychic waves telling you to read/write about stick figure trauma)
Batman: Batman. Everybody wants to hurt his kids when this big untouchable paragon is right there.
The Witcher: Geralt of Rivia
Naruto: Kakashi
Fandoms I would read all the whump for if there was more of it:
Fairy Tail, Professor Layton
I am not opposed to reading fics for other fandoms, and in fact doing exactly that has led me to new media before!
Finally, a disclaimer in case anyone not from this community finds me: The things I like in fiction are not things I like or think are okay in real life. In fact, pretty much exactly the opposite. Cool? Cool.
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Top 100 AO3 Ships (All) May 1, 2024
(M/M) Castiel/Dean Winchester (Supernatural TV) 116,578 fics
(M/M) Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf TV) 73,560 fics
(M/M) Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (Sherlock TV) 72,435 fics
(M/M) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (Harry Potter) 70,893 fics
(M/M) James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers (Captain America/Marvel) 66,307 fics
(GQ/GQ) Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens TV) 64,542 fics
(M/M) Sirius Black/Remus Lupin (Marauders/Harry Potter) 51,400 fics
(M/M) Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (Avengers/Marvel) 47,536 fics
(M/M) Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku (My Hero Academia) 45,551 fics
(M/M) Harry Stiles/Louis Tomlinson (One Direction) 44,633 fics
(M/M) Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian (Modao Zushi) 42,229 fics
(M/M) Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V (Bangtan Boys/K-Pop) 39,019 fics
(M/M) Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin TV/Arthurian Mythology) 37,813 fics
(F/M) Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) 36,839 fics
(M/M) Keith/Lance (Voltron) 34,994 fics
(M/M) Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester (Supernatural TV) 34,574 fics
(M/M) Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou (My Hero Academia) 32,707 fics
(M/M) Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) 32,625 fics
(M/M) Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood (Shadowhunters TV) 32,313 fics
(M/M) Will Graham/Hannibal Lector (Hannibal TV) 30,944 fics
(F/M) Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (Sequel Trilogy/Star Wars) 30,449 fics
(F/M) Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter) 30,410 fics
(M&M) Peter Parker & Tony Stark (Avengers/Marvel) 30,368 fics
(M/M) Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin (Bangtan Boys/K-Pop) 30,137 fics
(F/M) Original Female Character/Original Male Character (All Fandoms) 29,256 fics
(M/M) Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin (Bangtan Boys/K-Pop) 29,163 fics
(M/M) Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov (Yuuri On Ice) 27,963 fics
(F/M) James Potter/Lily Evans Potter (Marauders/Harry Potter) 27,505 fics
(M/M) Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (Stranger Things TV) 27,249 fics
(M/M) Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) 25,676 fics
(M/M) Original Male Character/Original Male Character (All Fandoms) 25,438 fics
(M/M) Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto (My Hero Academia) 24,637 fics
(M/M) Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin (Bangtan Boys/K-Pop) 23,837 fics
(M/M) Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) 23,714 fics
(M/M) Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic (My Hero Academia) 23,690 fics
(F/M) Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (Iron Man/Marvel) 23,633 fics
(M&M) Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) 22,378 fics
(M/M) Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion (The Witcher TV) 22,138 fics
(F/M) Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley (Harry Potter) 22,024 fics
(F/F) Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor (Supergirl TV/DCU) 21,423 fics
(M/M) James T. Kirk/Spock (Original Series/Star Trek) 21,144 fics
(M/M) Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu!) 21,062 fics
(M&M) Sherlock Holmes & John Watson (Sherlock TV) 21,018 fics
(M/M) Hinata Shouya/Kageyamo Tobio (Haikyuu!) 19,681 fics
(M/M) Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death TV) 19,581 fics
(M/M) Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel (Glee TV) 19,279 fics
(GQ&GQ) Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens TV) 18,515 fics
(F/M) Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter) 18,466 fics
(M&M) Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuki (My Hero Academia) 18,433 fics
(M/M) Levi Ackerman/Eren Yeager (Attack on Titan) 18,426 fics
(M/M) Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga (Bangtan Boys/K-Pop) 18,380 fics
(M/M) Harry Potter/Severus Snape (Harry Potter) 18,170 fics
(M/M) Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier (X-Men/Marvel) 18,106 fics
(M/M) Dan Howell/Phil Lester (Video Blogging RPF) 17,899 fics
(M/M) Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu!) 17,719 fics
(F/F) Original Female Character/Original Female Character (All Fandoms) 17,339 fics
(F/N) The Doctor/Rose Tyler (Doctor Who TV) 17,153 fics
(M/M) Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (Sequel Trilogy) 17,086 fics
(M/R) James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader (Marvel) 16,982 fics
(M/M) Keith/Shiro (Voltron) 16,928 fics
(M/M) Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich (Shameless TV) 16,592 fics
(M&M) Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester (Supernatural TV) 16,235 fics
(F/F) Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan (Once Upon a Time TV) 16,177 fics
(M/M) Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minha | Lee Know (Stray Kids/K-Pop) 15,998 fics
(M/M) Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier (IT Movies) 15,991 fics
(M/M) Kim Taehyung/Park Jimin (Bangtan Boys/K-Pop) 15,888 fics
(M&M) Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) 15,665 fics
(M/M) Jenson Ackles/Jared Padalecki (Actor RPF) 15,635 fics
(M/M) Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto (Naruto) 15,460 fics
(M/M) Loki/Thor (Thor Movies/Marvel) 15,430 fics
(M/M) Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga (Bangtan Boys/K-Pop) 15,334 fics
(M/M) Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli (Genshin Impact) 15,178 fics
(M/M) Rodney McKay/John Sheppard (Stargate Atlantis TV) 15,145 fics
(M/M) Gabriel/Sam Winchester (Supernatural TV) 14,916 fics
(F/M) Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin (The 100 TV) 14,907 fics
(F/M) Fox Mulder/Dana Scully (The X-Files TV) 14,787 fics
(F/M) Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson TV) 14,420 fics
(M/M) Regulus Black/James Potter (Marauders/Harry Potter) 14,398 fics
(M/M) Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) 13,993 fics
(M&M) Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) 13,727 fics
(M/M) Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort (Harry Potter) 13,682 fics
(M/M) Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade (Sherlock Holmes TV) 13,515 fics
(M/M) Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith (Attack on Titan) 13,359 fics
(M/M) Frank Iero/Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance) 13,310 fics
(M&M) Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku (My Hero Academia) 13,303 fics
(M/M) Miya Atsumo/Sakusa Kiyoomi (Haikyuu!) 13,207 fics
(F/F) Clarke Griffin/Lexa (The 100 TV) 13,194 fics
(M/M) Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones (Torchwood TV/Doctor Who) 13,111 fics
(M&M) James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers (Captain America/Marvel) 13,073 fics
(M/M) Steve McGarret/Danny "Danno" Williams (Hawaii Five-O TV) 13,064 fics
(F/M) Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov (Avengers/Marvel) 13,052 fics
(M/M) Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Miserables) 12,829 fics
(M/M) Loki/Tony Stark (Avengers/Marvel) 12,808 fics
(M/M) Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit) 12,773 fics
(M&M) Castiel & Dean Winchester (Supernatural TV) 12,751 fics
(F/M) Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak (Arrow TV/DCU) 12,721 fics
(F/F) Amity Blight/Luz Noceda (The Owl House) 12,526 fics
(M/M) Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto (My Hero Academia) 12,376 fics
(M/M) Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (Percy Jackson TV) 12,334 fics
(M/M) Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks (My Hero Academia) 12,318 fics
#AO3 Statistics#All Ships#Shipping Stats#Banned From AO3#Fandom Data Compilation#Supernatural#Teen Wolf#Sherlock#Harry Potter#Marvel
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A Witcher's Legacy - PART TWO: OPEN SECRET
Summary: Being a Witcher is a daily struggle, so is being a parent. Things become even more difficult, when word reaches the wrong people that Geralt of Rivia has a son with you.
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia/Reader
Word Count: 6.8k
Parts: I
Warning: M - Witcher!AU, Soft & Protective!Geralt, Language, Assault, Attempted Breaking & Entering, Fighting, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Scrappy!Jaskier, Uncle!Jaskier, Magic Use, Nicknames, Mention of Child Endangerment(?), Witcher Hate, Memories, Mention of Past Pregnancy, Fluff, More Witcher Characters - SMUT -> Oral (F Receiving), Love Bites, Body Positivity, Partner Worship, Penetration (M-F), Orgasm
Inspiration: A subject from my story, A Witcher’s Destiny, Season Two of Netflix’s the Witcher and a Quest in The Witcher 3!
Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!
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“I have seen it with my own eyes! The Witcher and his whore have a babe together, and it's rumored to be of both their blood!”
“How is this possible!?” Stregobor barked, leaning forward in his seat. “Witchers are impotent, their mutation makes them so! We all know it.” He said, looking about the room of other gathered mages.
“Are we sure that this baby is the White Wolf's?” Another of the mages asked, drumming their fingers on the arm of their chair. “The woman could have simply been with child and the Witcher may have claimed it as his.”
“Yes, where did this rumor start?” Another questioned. “Where did you hear it, Jordi?”
“A visitor at the Temple of Melitele.” Jordi answered, as he stood in the middle of the ringed chairs the mages sat in. “He claims to have heard the Witcher speaking to the priestess, Nenneke, almost a year ago now, about how he was assuredly the father of the babe and that he had no reason to believe her infidelity to him. The priestess asked how such a thing was possible, also stating the fact that Witchers are sterile, and the woman was at this time clearly and undeniably pregnant. The Witcher Geralt, replied by telling her, he wasn't entirely sure, but had a suspicion.”
“And what was that suspicion?” Stregobor asked, lifting his bushy eyebrow.
“The visitor couldn't say, because he was found to be spying on the conversation at that point and was thrown out of the temple.”
“This is troublesome, Stregobor. If the Witcher is capable of reproducing, it means they can create more Witchers, without the need of alchemical solutions. If the Continent finds this out, it could spell mass panic.”
“I am well aware of that, Artorius.” Stregobor replied, scratching at his thick, white beard. “We must find out if this claim is true first, and if it is, if the child is truly the Witcher's true born son, then we must destroy it.”
You bounced your son as he cried in your arms, at a loss for why he was upset. You had changed his pamper and fed him, and he wasn't interested in sleeping. There was nothing you could tell that was causing him pain either.
“Please, little one.” You begged him, rubbing the back of his head with your palm and pacing the inn room you and Geralt had gotten in the town you were stopping at. “Fuck.” You snapped, as a loud banging sounded on the door, causing your son to scream even louder.
“Yes?” You asked, pulling the room door open.
“Everyone on this floor is complaining about the wailin'.” A tall and burly male on the other side growled down at you.
“I'm so sorry.” You frowned back at the innkeeper, swaying on your feet. “I'm really trying to calm him, I don't know what's wrong and I've tried everything. My husband is away with a job, so I have no help with him.” You explained to him, meekly.
The man let out a rumbling growl at you and walked away, you sighed and closed the door, returning to your pacing in the small room.
“Come now, Lycus.” You cooed at him. ���If we don't quiet down, your father is going to come back from killing his monster to us standing out on the street with our things, because we've been kicked out on a noise complaint.” You tried convincing him. “And, there it is now!” You added, as another knock sounded on the door and opened it again, this time finding a woman standing out in the hallway.
“Yes, I know. The noise.” You nodded at her.
“No, no.” She shook her head at you. “My husband, the innkeeper, has sent me up to help you with the babe.” She explained to you. “I've had six barns myself.” She told you, smiling softly, seeing the exhausted and at-a-loss look on your face.
Your shoulders slumped with relief. “Oh gosh, thank you.” You sighed, stepping back and letting her step into the room with you.
“Do you have a baby blanket for the wee thing?” She asked, lifting a brow at you.
“Yes.” You nodded, going over to the bed and picking up a soft blanket that you made yourself.
“Here.” She held her hand out for it and you handed it over. “Spread it out like this.” She instructed you, laying it out on the bed. “Now,” She turned towards you and held out her arms. “May I?” She asked, her eyebrows lifting.
You looked at her for a moment, no one had held your son other than yourself, Geralt, Jaskier, Nenneke and Vesemir since the day he had entered the world, but the woman had said she reared six kids into the world and if it helped whatever ailed your sweet boy, then—you held him out to her. She took him from you with skilled hands, maneuvering him onto the blanket. You watched her closely as she folded and tucked the blanket in around his squirming body.
“The swaddle.” She said, finishing and gently picking him up, then held him out to you. “Does the trick.” She smiled, as your son slowly calmed down.
You sighed with relief, almost bursting into to tears, as you cradled him in the nook of your arm, smiling into his tears stained little face. “Thank you so very much.” You told her, looking back up at her.
“You're a lifesaver.”
She chuckled at you, shaking her head. “He's very handsome.” She commented, gently rubbing his cheek with the back of her index knuckle.
“Thank you.” You grinned, swaying and looking proud of your son. “He's just like his father.” You added, with just as much pride.
“I'll let you rest now.” She said, nodding her head to you and went to the door, squeaking as she ran into Geralt in the hall.
“Are you all right?” Geralt asked, hurrying into the room, his gold eyes examining you and the baby.
“We're more than fine, now.” You smiled at him.
“What happened?” He asked, closing the door and the gap between you.
“He got incredibly fussy after you left, and nothing I did calmed him down.” You explained to him, leaning forward to gently rest your now sleeping son on the bed. “People on the floor, understandably, started to complain.”
Geralt looked at the door over his shoulder and growled.
“The innkeeper came up to inform me of the complaints, and I informed him of the problem.” You continued, turning back to Geralt and started unstrapping his leather armor from his body. “And, I suppose, instead of kicking us out, he went to get his wife and she helped me calm him down, by showing me how to swaddle him.”
Geralt looked at the sleeping infant, burrito wrapped in the soft, mint-green blanket and smiled. “That was very kind of them. They could very well have kicked us out of the inn.” He said, looking down at you, as you set his armor down, not quite used to the hospitality.
“They could have.” You agreed, nodding. “How was your monster?” You asked, lifting a brow at him, before turning to fill a bowl with water from a pitcher and dipped a cloth in it.
“A pesky selkiemore.” He replied, as you started rubbing the wet cloth over his bloody hands, washing off the selkiemore's blood and guts off his knuckles.
“Fun.” You grinned up at him, dipping the cloth back into the water and wringing it out, before reaching up to clean off a smear on the side of his neck. “Seems you have it all in your cracks and crevices.” You commented, seeing bits stuck in the Witcher's white hair.
“You know me.” Geralt chuckled, grinning at you.
“Mmhm, I do.” You nodded, smiling back at him. “Sit yourself down, Witcher.” You said, motioning to a chair by the small fireplace in the room.
Humming, Geralt pulled off his boots and moved to sit down, while you removed a brush from Roach's saddle bag on the floor by the bed. You stood behind Geralt, gently removing the tie from his hair, then started to methodically brush it, being careful with any knots you found or bits of the monster's blood or guts that matted his hair, using your fingers to detangle a few of them. Geralt allowed himself to relax under your care, his shoulders and back slouching, and extending his feet towards the flames of the fire in the grate; his eyes falling shut.
You smiled at him, it was always nice to see Geralt relax and let his guard down, as rare as it was. Only the most trusted of people were gifted with Geralt closing his eyes and falling asleep. Especially while touching him, and you were at the very top of that list of rare people.
You kiss the top of his head. “Come to bed, me'bleidd.” You whispered into his white and silver strands, resting your hands on his strong shoulders and gently squeezing, not wishing to startle him awake, knowing the detriment it can cause if he was woken suddenly.
“Hm.” The sound rumbled deep inside his chest, before he stirred on the chair, flexing his ankles and toes, as he took a deep breath, dropping his head back to look up at you. “I ordered the use of the tub in the washroom.” He informed you, blinking slowly, much like a cat.
“Well, off with you.” You told him, kissing his forehead.
“It's not for me.” He sighed, putting his boots back on and standing up. “It's for you.”
“Why?” You frowned at him, tilting your head.
“You need to relax and have some time to yourself.” He said, undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Nothing better than a tub of warm and soapy water to do the trick.” He smiled over at you. “Especially since we've been bathing in cold streams and lakes.” He laughed, going to the door of the room.
“I'll have the innkeeper bring up the water and fill the tub for you, then I'll watch our little one.”
“Thank you.” You whispered, as he opened the door, a soft smile on your lips.
Geralt smiled at you, crossing back over to you and kissing you intimately on the lips for a long moment, before breaking it off and going out, going downstairs to the bustling taproom of the inn and found the innkeeper speaking to one of the patrons by the door. He politely waited for the two men to finish talking, but he made it known that he wished to speak with him next.
“What can I do for you, Witcher?” The innkeeper asked, approaching him, folding his beefy arms over his chest.
“Well, firstly...” Geralt replied, planting his feet. “Thank you for helping my wife with our son. We both appreciate it.” He told him, tipping his head in a respective manner.
The innkeeper returned the gesture.
“Secondly, the wash room I paid for the use of. I would like to use it now, if I could have the hot water brought up for it.” He added, explaining his reason for being there.
“Of course, Witcher. I'll have my boy, Simon, haul them up presently, then knock on your room door, when the task is complete.” The innkeeper reassured him.
“Thank you.” Geralt answered, inclining his head and went back upstairs. “The innkeeper's son will knock on our door, when your bath is ready, me'minne.” Geralt said, stepping back into the room.
“Wonderful.” You smiled at him, loosening at the laces of your shirt and turning to sit down, so you could pull your boots off.
Geralt came around the bed, grabbing the chair as he did and sat down before you, he leaned down and closed one of his big, calloused hands around your delicate ankle and lifted it, resting your heel on his knee and started to massage your foot. You moaned softly as he did, his skilled hands hitting all the right points.
“What have you done, me'bleidd?” You asked, your eyes falling closed and your head falling back.
“What makes you think I did something, me'minne?” Geralt whispered back, lifting a brow at you.
“You've spent a precious coin on a bath for me and now you're massaging my feet.” You pointed out, lifting your head and cracking an eye at him. “The last time you did that, I was bearing your son.” You said, a smirk pulling at one corner of your mouth. “And I am certifiably not with child again, unless you've been back to Toussaint without my knowledge.”
“Hm.” Geralt hummed at you, narrowing his golden eyes. “You've grown to know me too well.”
“We've been together for almost eight years.” You retorted, opening both of your eyes and laughing. “How are you to be a stranger to me, after that length of time, Geralt? Surely, you know just as much about me as I do you!” You quipped, amused.
Geralt shook his head at you, letting your foot go to favor the other one. “It's true. But, I've done nothing, and I've certainly not been back to Toussaint.” He answered, pressing his thumbs into your arch. “Since, our last visit, at least.” He added, glancing over at your son, still comfortably swaddled in his blanket and dozing peacefully on the bed behind you.
“I just wanted to...pamper—you.” He explained, gulping around the word.
You narrowed your eyes at it, suspicious. “You've seen Jaskier, haven't you?” You asked, knowing all too well that such a word as, pamper, wasn't generally in Geralt's repertoire.
But, it was in the Bard's.
“I have.” Geralt nodded, rolling his eyes. “He's in the village.”
“And he hasn't come to see me!” You huffed, outraged and hurt. “The jerk.”
Geralt laughed, grinning. “He was accosted by two women outside the inn and swept away not long after we ran into each other, when I was returning from dealing with the monster.” He explained to you, softly. “I'm sure, once they're done thrashing him, he'll come and say hello to you and Lycus.” He assured you, raising your foot to press a gentle kiss to the top of it, before putting it back down.
“But, before he was taken away, he was right. You are the one primarily taking care of our son. You need time to yourself, to relax and freshen up. I've neglected you in that way, and I'm sorry, me'minne.” He told you, his brow creasing and his molten eyes growing somber.
“Geralt.” You sighed, shaking your head, and leaning forward, cupping his face in your hands. “You have never neglected me, in any way.” You whispered to him. “It is my honor and privilege to care for our son, to care for you. It gives me the purpose in life I have looked for. I want, need and ask for nothing else.”
You gently kissed him and pressed your forehead to his, sharing a quiet and close moment with him, before a soft knock echoed from the door, announcing your bath was ready.
“I love you, me'bleidd.” You said, smiling and rubbing noses with Geralt, playfully.
“And I you, me'minne.” He replied back, nudging his forehead against yours. “Go and enjoy your bath, the both of us will be fine, until your return.”
You lingered for a second longer, before leaving the room, finding a boy standing out in the hall waiting for you. He didn't say a word, but turned and walked down the hall, guiding you to where the wash room was, then left you to relax in privacy. It felt quite strange, as you let your simple dress slip down your body, pooling around your feet, to have the luxury of a huge, full and steaming tub of water, all to yourself.
The steam rising from the water filled the room, leaving you in a thick mist, as you dipped your first foot inside; moaning as the unbelievable warmth enveloped your leg. It was as if you were in heaven. Once inside, you turned your attention to the tray attached to one wall of the tub, holding a thick, white and oval shaped bar of soap and a small, square, wooden handle and stiff bristle, body brush. You lifted the soap to your nose and took a deep breath, a smile touching your lips.
“Lavender.” You laughed, feeling the irony as a distant memory leapt out to the forefront of your mind.
“Geralt.” You mewled, feeling his hot hands grab and knead at your hips, as he pulled you against his body.
“Hmm.” He growled back, his mouth devouring your neck for a moment longer. “You smell...” He moaned against your skin, his nose gliding up your neck and burying in your hair. “Like Lavender and Cardamom.” He purred, turning his head to nibble on the rim of your earlobe.
“Is that a good thing?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.
“Yes.” He nodded, tugging on your ear. “I love it, it's refreshing and sweet.” He whispered, kissing behind your ear and back down your neck, while pushing your dress off your shoulders and body, leaving you to stand naked before him. “It suits you.” He smiled, taking a step back, to admire your nude body.
“Because you are both of those things, and much more.”
You grinned shyly at Geralt, glancing away from him as his golden orbs appraised you with a growing look of love and lust. Geralt reached out, cupping your chin between his thumb and index finger, to turn your face back towards him and smiled at you, slowly leaning in to kiss you on the lips. His hand moved from your face and found yours, bringing it up to the buttons on his shirt, guiding and encouraging you, as you continued to kiss.
Geralt was the first man you had ever lain with, and while he had been wild, hungry and possessive, like a wolf at the end of winter, he was gentle, encouraging and patient with you as well. You rarely catch the scent of Lavender or Cardamom without thinking back at that moment, with fondness.
You lounged back in the tub, disappearing up to your chin the godly water and closed your eyes, moaning softly, feeling the heat seep into all of the sore and travel-worn places your body had from the long rides on Roach from town to village to city, and sleeping rough. It was amazing to feel normal again. But, you weren't aware of falling asleep in the bath, until you heard a strange scraping noise, almost like the sound of mice with metal nails scurrying across the floor, but much louder.
Sitting up, you reached for the towel on the seat of a chair beside the tub, and slowly stood up and wrapped it around your dripping body, then stepped out of the tub, shivering as a cold draft hit your wet skin. You stood silently, listening, but the sound had stopped, as if sensing your movement, however several long minutes later, the scratching metal sound started up again, coming from the door. Biting your lip, you tip-toed over to it, trying to make the worn and warped floorboards of the bath room squeak as little as possible, before gently touching your ear to the door.
The sound of the scraping became louder.
“What?” You whispered, your brow pinching.
You quickly picked up your dress and secured it, before yanking open the bathroom door, and found a man crouched in the hallway, a lock pick in his hands.
“Who the fuck are you?” You barked at him, crossing your arms over your chest.
The man jumped up and grabbed you roughly by the arms, shaking you. “Where is he!?” He demanded, as he shoved you into the room, his grasp bruising your skin.
“Who?” You cried, shaking your head and beating on his chest, confused and frightened. “Geralt!!” You screamed, lashing out and clawing at your attacker's face and anything else you could. “Help!” You yelled, hoping anyone would hear you.
A thunder of footfalls came down the hall and a voice called out your name in alarm, like the ringing of a clear and beautiful bell. “Get off of her!” They growled, picking up the nearest object, a chipped, porcelain vase and smashed it over your assailant's head. Your attacker groaned, letting go of you and stumbling away, holding the back of his bleeding head and crashing into a wall.
“Jaskier!” You gasped with relief, throwing your arms around his neck. “Thank gods.” You sniffled into his shoulder.
“Don't say that just yet!” Jaskier said, seeing the man starting to pull himself together and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the room. “Geralt!” He yelled, storming down the hallway and looked over his shoulder, only to see the man make it to the doorway and start to summon something.
“Oh gosh! GEERRRALLLLT!” He roared louder, feeling his body prickle with anticipation of the apparent Mage's incoming magic strike.
The door to your and Geralt's room flew open, and Geralt came storming out, just as you and Jaskier came bolting by. He looked between you and Jaskier, then the direction you had come from and saw the Mage about to let loose his bolt of Chaos. Without hesitation, Geralt threw up his forearm to form the sign of the Quen, creating a shimmering shield as the Mage released his surge of Magic, protecting himself, and you and Jaskier behind him, from the blast of magic; depleting the shield with the hit.
“Get in the room!” He barked at you and Jaskier, then charged down the hallway towards the Mage.
“Who the fuck was that!?” Jaskier asked, slamming the room door behind the both of you, startling Lycus awake and causing him to cry.
“How am I supposed to know?” You replied, rushing over and picking him up. “I found him trying to pick the lock to the washroom, while I was enjoying my bath, and he started attacking me.” You explained, trying to soothe your son, hearing the commotion of Geralt fighting the Mage in the hallway.
Geralt rushed the Mage, not giving him the time to hopefully cast anything else at him, throwing a white-knuckled fist to the Caster's face, tossing the smaller man backwards into the tub of water, then advanced on him, grabbing him by his soaked tunic and yanked him up to face level.
“What do you want?” He growled at him, his upper lip twitching. “Why have you attacked my wife?” He demanded, jerking him roughly. “Speak!” He roared as the Mage remained tight lipped, before striking him again out of annoyed rage.
“Witcher!” The voice of the innkeeper barked in the doorway. “What is the meaning of this bedlam?!” He ordered Geralt, having received and heard all the noise from downstairs in the tavern.
“This Mage scum attacked my wife, while she was having her bath.” Geralt replied, yanking the Mage out of the tub and standing him up, for the innkeeper to see. “I want to know why!” He hissed, shoving the Mage into the wall and held him there with a hand to his throat.
“Tell me, if you want to live.”
“They know, Witcher.” The Mage finally answered, with a choking laugh, blood speckling his lips. “They know your secret.”
Geralt frowned at him, shaking his head, confused. “What secret?” He huffed, only growing angrier.
The Mage laughed, before striking Geralt with a rush of Magic, and quickly slipped through a portal before he or the innkeeper could get their hands on him again. Geralt roared with frustration and fury, punching the wall where the Mage's head had been, then shoved past the innkeeper and stomped back down to your shared room.
“Easy, Jaskier! It's just me.” He barked as Jaskier wildly swung a fire poker at his head.
“Thank the gods.” You cried, rushing Geralt and wrapping an arm around his waist, sandwiching Lycus between your bodies. “What happened?” You asked, looking up at him. “Did you find out what he wanted?”
“All he said was he knew our secret.” Geralt replied, wrapping his arms around the two of you. “Did he say anything to you?”
“He asked where he was, but I didn't know who he was talking about.” You told him, shaking your head, then saw Geralt's face change. “What?” You squeaked, blinking up at him.
Geralt gulped, his eyes shifting down to his son.
“No.” You shook your head at him, holding him closer to your body. “He's no secret, Geralt.”
“But, we also don't go around telling people that he's ours.” He answered, gently stroking your stiffening back.
“Particularly, that he's the biological son of a Witcher.” Jaskier blurted out.
“But,” You choked on the growth of your overwhelming emotions. “Why would--” You paused, it was fruitless, you knew why, you had been with Geralt long enough to know the hate and prejudice people had for Witchers, and your baby boy was the son of one, and looked so much like Geralt on top of it.
“How then would anyone find out about him?”
“They could have seen him, while we've been traveling.” Geralt said, kissing the top of Lycus's head, deeply bothered. “Perhaps, I should send you both to Kaer Morhen and finish out the last three months until winter comes, then I'll join the both of you.”
“No.” You whimpered, shaking your head at him. “Geralt, no.” You snapped, strengthening your voice.
“I won't be going about the Continent, worrying while I kill monsters, whether or not another fucking Mage, or something worse, as come after the both of you.” Geralt replied, firmly. “So, you'll be safer at Kaer Morhen, with Vesemir.” He argued, staunchly.
“Jaskier will accompany you.” He added, looking at his old friend over your head.
Jaskier looked terrified for a moment, before he yielded. “Of course.” He nodded, biting his lip. “I'll even stay, until you come and join them.” He added, trying to smile at you encouragingly.
“Thank you.” Geralt said softly, inclining his head to the Bard.
“Geralt!” You barked, eyes wide. “I'm not going without you!” You told him, stomping your foot in defiance.
“I told you, I would--”
“You know what I'm saying, Geralt.” You growled, cutting him off.
Geralt cupped your face in his hands and drew you closer to him. “I won't have you and our son in danger, and that is what the two of you are in, right now.” He told you, his facial expression set. “There's only two places on the Continent that are safe for the both of you, with me and at Kaer Morhen. I need to finish the next three months, so we have everything we need for winter, then I'll come and join the both of you at the Keep, just as always.” He told you, his voice softening and his thumbs gently caressing the apples of your cheeks.
“I promise, me'minne.” He said tenderly, before leaning in to kiss you.
“Don't think for a moment, I don't know you'll be spending that time looking for the people threatening our son.” You said against his lips, your eyes on his face, critically.
Geralt chuckled through his nose, smiling back at you. “I would never question your intelligence or how well you know me, dear one.” He said, before playfully tapping you on the nose.
“Jesus, you really bring out his mushy side, don't you?” Jaskier said, looking between the two of you, wide eyed.
You looked smugly over your shoulder at Jaskier. “Like it's hard.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “It's good to see you, by the way.” You said, turning to him, now that everything was a bit calmer. “And, thanks for helping me back there.” You added, reaching out to squeeze his arm.
“Hey.” He smirked, his cheeks coloring. “I gotta protect you and my nephew.” He said, smiling at the two of you, reaching out to gently touch the back of Lycus's head. “Hey, little man! Come to Uncle Julian!” He said, holding his hands out for him.
You chuckled and let Jaskier take him from you, knowing how much he loved the Bard, especially when he sang to him. The four of you finished calming down, before Geralt went downstairs to get you all something for supper, not wanting you and the baby downstairs, risking anymore unwanted attention and attacks on you both. But he begrudgingly allowed you both to go downstairs to watch Jaskier perform a few songs, before going up to bed.
But, on rarity, sleep wouldn't find you, as you laid in bed with Geralt, Lycus in his usual spot between you. You shifted onto your side, lightly touching your fingertips to Lycus's rising and falling chest, stilling the paranoia in your mind about his safety, before reaching out to lay your hand Geralt's side, making the Witcher hum in his sleep and stir, but not wake. You couldn't help your brain from jumping around to different memories, from paranoia, fear and trying to soothe yourself.
Like one memory in particular.
There were hundreds of lit candles in the hallways and the entry of the Temple of Melitele, giving it such a beautiful ambiance as you walked the otherwise dark and quiet building. Even though you were exhausted, sore and about to give birth at any moment, you were wide awake and restless, the baby was moving way too much for you to lay down or sit for any length of time, so you hoped taking a small walk around the Temple would help you both settle down.
“Tough night?” A gentle voice asked, startling you some.
“Yes.” You nodded, turning to face Nenneke, the head Priestess of the Temple. “The little one is very active tonight.” You told her, resting your hand on your pronounced stomach, feeling the active kicks against your palm.
“May I?” She asked, holding out her own hand to you.
You nodded your head at her, moving yours away and smiled as she gently laid her palm against your belly. A large smile crossed her beautiful face, feeling the baby beat against her hand, like a drum, memorized by the feeling.
“It never matters how many babies I help birth into this world, they still fascinate me.” Nenneke said, moving her hand with the baby. “They are so sweet and innocent.” She sighed, before drawing her hand back. “I'm surprised Geralt has let you out of his sight. He seems more attached to you than the baby's umbilical cord.” She laughed, her cocoa-colored skin glowing as she did.
“He is.” You laughed with her, nodding. “But, he's finally fallen asleep, so I managed to tip-toe away without bothering him.” You told her, turning to walk with her. “He's gotten even less sleep than I have, since we found out I was with child. He's always awake, watching me at night, then killing monsters during the day.” You confessed to her, showing your worry for him.
“I'm afraid he'll overdo himself.”
Nenneke chuckled softly, resting her hand on your back as you both rounded a pillar. “Geralt has slept like shit all his life.” She told you, honestly. “He can take a lot. But, I know he brought you here for more than just because Melitele is the Temple of Fertility and Birth. He brought you here, because this is a safe place, a haven, and it is a place Geralt has always come to when he needs a safe and healing sanctuary.”
“So, he can fall asleep, knowing we will take care of you, while he rests.”
“He has been a lot less tense.” You agreed, finally seeing it. “He smiled this afternoon, and he hasn't really done that in months.”
“And, you?” Nenneke asked, tilting her head closer, her eyes studying you.
“I'm terrified, Nenneke.” You gulped, thickly.
“You're a new mother, of course you are!” She said, shaking her head. “It would be mad to think you wouldn't be.”
“True.” You nodded, biting your lip, trying to get a handle on your hormone-crazed emotions. “I do feel safe here. Especially knowing, should anything happen, I have you to look over me.” You said, grasping her hand.
“That does take a lot of stress off of me.”
Nenneke smiled at you, giving you the most motherly vibe, her hand cupping your cheek. “You will be fine. You're a strong woman and your child will be strong too.”
You sighed, closing your eyes, and savoring the warmth of her palm against your skin, feeling your fears melt away, knowing that hand would take care of and protect you, and the life inside of you. Nenneke smiled at you, seeing you relax and let out all your stress, with a heavy breath.
“Are you all right?” Geralt's deep voice echoed in the quiet room, his pale face and molten eyes looking at you with concern and worry.
You opened your eyes and stared back at him. “I'm fine, why?”
“Your heart was thundering in your chest.” He whispered, not wanting to wake the baby, as he peacefully dozed. “It's calmer now, but you were bothered by something. Did you have a nightmare?” He asked, reaching out to gently squeeze your shoulder.
“No.” You murmured back, blinking slowly at him, then licked your lips. “But-” You gulped and looked away from him.
“Tell me.” He cooed, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.
“I need you.” You sighed, meeting his eyes again.
The ghost of a smile pulled across his lips, but Geralt nodded at you, understanding.
He had needed you for sometime, but it had become hard to do with Lycus always in bed with the pair of you. He squeezed your arm again, before carefully rolling out of bed and going to one of the saddlebags, removing a neatly folded blanket from inside; spread it out on the floor at the foot of the bed, creating a makeshift one for the two of you. You followed his lead, getting up as carefully as you could, so you didn't wake your son, and moved around the bed to Geralt, meeting the Witcher on the staging grounds of the blankets.
“I've missed you, my little firefly.” Geralt purred, his expression softening to a look of kindled lust.
“And I have missed you, Wolf.” You tittered back at him, your own eyes smoldering with the concupiscence pent up inside of you.
Humming, Geralt lifted his hands to the ties of your chemise, slowly untying them as he leaned in and kissed you with a reserved passion, his hands finally got your ties free and pushed inside the soft fabric, his skin tingling as it came into contact with yours. He moaned into your mouth. You moaned back at him, your palms pressed to the burning skin of his sides, smoothing them over to the small of his back, so you could slip your fingers into the back of his pants.
“Beautiful.” Geralt rumbled, having freed your body from the garment and stood back to appraise you.
You glanced away from him shyly, raising your arms to cross them over your chest, you had felt self-conscious about your body ever since having Lycus all those months ago. Your breasts weren't their normal and perky selves, like they were when you and Geralt had first met and made love, many years before. Geralt gave you a disappearing hmm, reaching out and closing his fingers around your wrists to gently pull your arms away from your body, making you lay your hands on his bare shoulders. He cupped one of your breasts in his palm, swirling the pad of his thumb over your hardening nipple, making you whimper and shiver.
“Such silly nonsense.” He hummed, his voice a deeper timber. “Trying to hide such a gorgeous body from me.” He said, smirking wolfishly at you, while giving the teased area of skin a pinch, producing a gasp out of you.
Geralt removed his hand from your chest and made short work of his pants, pushing them down his legs and kicking them aside, before wrapping an arm around your waist and hugging you against his body. His lips found yours once more and devoured them, like they were the sweetest of Toussaint's treats. His hands were hot on your skin as he pawed at your ass, slipping down to your thighs to pick you up and wrap your legs around his lean, scarred waist.
Pressing a hand to your back to steady you, Geralt turned and lowered himself to his knees, while laying you down on the pallet.
“How I've missed your soft folds.” Geralt whispered against your throat, sucking gently on it, while a hand strayed between your legs to caress you, then brought his wet fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a hungry moan.
“I could live off your essence for the rest of my life.” He said, a low growl in his throat.
“Mmph!” You chuckled, brushing your fingers through his loose hair, feeling the ends of it graze your shoulders and breasts as Geralt kissed all over your throat, working his way downward, leaving kisses and love-bites. “Oh.” You gasped softly, your back arching as Geralt's mouth found your pussy, flicking and swirling his tongue at your pearl, with eye-crossing skill. “It's unfair, you barely say a word most days, but your tongue is as skilled as your swordsmanship.” You huffed, gulping thickly, and hooking your legs over his shoulders, using them to hug him closer to you.
He tickled your folds with the rumble of his chuckle, while he continued to lick and suckle between your legs, making your thighs quake, your hand going to the back of his hair as you rocked against his mouth. You bit into your hand as you moaned loudly, coming against Geralt's face, not wanting to wake Lycus. Geralt moved back up your body, wrapping your legs around his waist and slipped in you with ease. Both of you sighing as he settled completely. The feeling of refreshing the physical bond and connection between you and Geralt was everything you had been looking for after all these long months. He leaned in close to you, noses brushing for a second, before capturing your lips in a tender kiss and he started to gently rock his hips into you.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, savoring his kiss, as you slipped away into the bliss of Geralt's manhood burrowing inside of you. It had been far too long since you had been elevated to this height, that you allowed yourself to feel anything other than the stress of taking care of your son and the worry for Geralt's safety, while he plied his trade. You hummed softly into Geralt's mouth, a smile tugging up one side of your mouth, breaking the kiss as you pushed your head back, his gently thumping against your chest.
“Wolf.” You sighed, tangling your fingers through his hair.
He grunted back, kissing the damp skin of your chest, before running the tip of his nose up the side of your neck and drawing in a deep breath, taking in your scent. “Firefly.” He moaned back, his warm breath leaving a rush of goose-bumps over your sweaty flesh.
The both of you were nearing your peak, when a soft sound reached you from the bed, making your heart clench with horrified anticipation. Lycus whined softly, wiggling slightly inside the warm and soft swaddle of his blanket, while making a soft sucking sound. Without missing a beat inside of you, Geralt shifted and lifted his head, cocking a brow over the plain of the mattress to his son, eyeing his restless movements, while still thrusting into you, waiting to see if Lycus woke.
But the little boy settled and went silent again.
Geralt looked down at you and chuckled, both relieved and amused.
“Close.” You whispered, gulping thickly.
“I know.” He replied, nodding, understanding. “I love you.” He whispered, as the two of you finally came together.
“I love you too.” You whispered back, floating in the warmth of your fading climax, the assault by the Mage furthest from your mind for the moment.
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everything is x f!reader unless specified otherwise
if you want gn! or m!reader be sure mention it when you ask
the age of the characters determine the age of the reader (i won’t write anything with an illegal age gap)
the boys
frenchie
mothers milk
billy butcher
starlight (annie january)
kimiko
bridgerton
simon basset
anthony bridgerton
benedict bridgerton
kathani sharma
chicago fire
kelly severide
stella kidd
matt casey
sylvie brett
brian “otis” zvonecek
leslie shay
peter mills
chicago med
connor rhodes
will halstead
ethan choi
maggie lockwood
april sexton
chicago pd
jay halstead
erin lindsay
hailey upton
kevin atwater
adam ruzek
antonio dawson
eternals
thena
ikarus
ajak
kingo
gilgamesh
full house
jesse katsopolis
greys anatomy
meredith grey
christina yang
jackson avery
derek shepherd
addison montgomery
mark sloane
lexi grey
callie torres
hawaii five-0
steve mcgarrett
danny williams
chin ho kelly
kono kalakaua
adam noshimuri
kickin it
jack brewer
jerry martinez
kim crawford
mcu
steve rogers
tony stark
natasha romanoff
bruce banner
bucky barnes
sam wilson
wanda maximoff
stephen strange
t’challa
loki
yelena belova
carol danvers (pre & post powers)
mission impossible
ethan hunt
ilsa faust
benji dunn
august walker
narnia
peter pevensie
susan pevensie
edmund pevensie
caspian
outer banks
john b
jj
pope
sarah cameron
topper
rafe
the punisher
frank castle
billy russo
dinah madani
scandal
olivia pope
fitzgerald grant
abby whelan
harrison wright
shadow and bone
alina starkov
aleksander morozova (general kirigan/the darkling)
kaz brekker
nina zenik
jesper fahey
inej gafa
matthias
genya
star trek (aos)
james tiberius “jim” kirk
leonard “bones” mccoy
s’chn t’gai spock
nyota uhura
montgomery scott
hikaru sulu
supernatural
dean winchester
sam winchester
castiel
dad!bobby singer x child!reader
demon!dean
soulless!sam
svu
olivia benson
rafael barba
nick amaro
dominick “sonny” carisi
to all the boys
lara jean
john ambrose
peter kavinsky
margot
christine
trevor
top gun
pete “maverick” mitchell
nick “goose” bradshaw
tom “iceman” kazansky
charlotte blackwood
penny benjamin
bradley “rooster” bradshaw
jake “hangman” seresin
javy “coyote” machado
natasha “phoenix” trace
robert “bob” floyd
the witcher
geralt of rivia
yennefer of vengerberg
jaskier
rpf
ben barnes
chris evans
glen powell
jared padalecki
jensen ackles
karl urban
leo howard
noah centineo
oscar issac
scarlett johansson
sebastian stan
sophia bush
#the boys#bridgerton#chicago fire#chicago med#chicago pd#eternals#full house#greys anatomy#hawaii five 0#kickin it#mcu#avengers#marvel#mission impossible#narnia#outer banks#the punisher#scandal#shadow and bone#star trek aos#supernatural#svu#to all the boys#top gun#top gun maverick#the witcher#rpf#spn rpf#mcu rpf
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By Tomorrow - Part 13 TEASER
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“I thought we made progress. Getting accustomed to one another. To your life here. Has that been undone now?”
“No,” she said unconvincingly. A moment later she added, “It’s something else to get accustomed to.”
It was his turn to eye her. Something was wrong – something more than their disastrous coupling – but he couldn’t guess what it was. “Is something else the matter?”
“No,” she said again.
Henry shut his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to cast off his frustration. “I can’t fix what troubles you unless you tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
It took everything in Henry’s power not to slam his head against the wall. “Come closer, then, if nothing is wrong.”
She took a single step in his direction.
For the love of God.
He took another deep breath. “Please come here.”
There. He said it. He said please. And he’d apologized to her after bedding her, too. He could feel his masculinity slipping through his fingers.
#by tomorrow#highlander#highland romance#the tudors#clark kent#geralt of rivia#henry cavill rpf#henry cavill#superman#the witcher#august walker#the cavillry#mission impossible#charlesbrandon
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kinktober 2022 masterpost
day 1: praise kink - ten hours, Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, 9-1-1 Fox
day 2: teacher/student - office hours, Tyler Hoechlin/Dylan O’Brien, Teen Wolf RPF
day 3: lingerie - second date, Isaac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 4: corruption - show me?, Tyler Hoechlin/Dylan O’Brien, Teen Wolf RPF
day 5: pegging - only six, Erica Reyes/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 6: voyeurism - did you enjoy that?, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 7: dom/sub - be good for me, tknp, Men’s Hockey RPF
day 8: cockwarming - make you wait, Derek Hale/Lydia Martin, Teen Wolf
day 9: thigh riding - just like this, tknp, Men’s Hockey RPF
day 10: spit - couldn’t help it, tknp, Men’s Hockey RPF
day 11: face sitting - dressed in white, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 12: hand feeding - to take care of you, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 13: size kink - distracted, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 14: toys - five, Allison Argent/Erica Reyes, Teen Wolf
day 15: public sex/exhibitionism - show me, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 16: cnc - don’t struggle, Allison Argent/Lydia Martin, Teen Wolf
day 17: bondage - try something new, Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, 9-1-1 Fox
day 18: orgasm denial - take what i give you, Cora Hale/Lydia Martin, Teen Wolf
day 19: group sex - worship me, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 20: dacryphilia - delicious, Derek Hale/nogitsune, Teen Wolf
day 21: sex pollen - tell me something else, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 22: collar - like i’m yours, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 23: roleplay - little problem, Erica Reyes/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 24: free space - why don’t you let me in, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 25: vampires - need to taste you, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 26: werewolves/shifted sex - don’t shift, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Teen Wolf
day 27: demon - make me yours, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 28: tentacles - surrender, Geralt of Rivia/tentacle monster, The Witcher
day 29: wings - fallen and found, tknp, Men’s Hockey RPF
day 30: incubus/succubus - every night, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf
day 31: monsterfucking free space - feed me, tknp, Men’s Hockey RPF
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THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS
✨ ACTORS ✨
★ Actors (general actor/actress tag)
★ Cillian Murphy
★ Daniel Brühl
★ Joey Batey
★ Ralph Macchio
★ William Zabka
🏮 ANIME & MANGA 🏮
★ Naruto
- Hatake Kakashi
- Uchiha Obito
- Uchiha Sasuke
- Uzumaki Naruto
🎭 CHARACTERS 🎭
★ Antonio Salieri
★ Baron Helmut Zemo
★ Geralt of Rivia
★ Girolamo Riario
★ Jaskier
★ Johnny Lawrence
🏒 ICE HOCKEY 🏒
★ Ice Hockey (general hockey tag)
★ NHL (general league tag)
TEAMS
★ Colorado Avalanche
★ Florida Panthers
★ Leijonat (Team Finland)
★ Philadelphia Flyers
PLAYERS
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★ Brad Marchand
★ Claude Giroux
★ Connor McDavid
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🎀 MISC. 🎀
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★ Harry Potter
★ Horror (general horror movie tag)
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★ The Lord of the Rings
★ Marvel Cinematic Universe
★ Movies (general movie tag)
★ Mozart l'Opéra Rock
★ Saw franchise
🎧 MUSIC 🎧
★ The Beatles
★ Jimmy Page
★ Led Zeppelin
★ Music (general music tag)
★ Oasis
★ Paul McCartney
★ Queen
🖋️ MY WRITING 🖋️
★ Fics & imagines & headcanons & etc.
💞 SHIPS 💞
★ Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence (The Karate Kid, Cobra Kai)
★ Eddie Munson/Jason Carver (Stranger Things)
★ Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier (The Witcher)
★ Jack Eichel/Connor McDavid (Hockey RPF)
★ James “Bucky” Barnes/Helmut Zemo (MCU)
★ John Lennon/Paul McCartney (The Beatles RPF)
★ Lawrence Gordon/Adam Faulkner-Stanheight (Saw franchise)
★ Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuck (Hockey RPF)
★ Leonardo da Vinci/Girolamo Riario (Da Vinci's Demons)
★ Liam Gallagher/Noel Gallagher (Oasis RPF)
★ Malcolm Tucker/Ollie Reeder (The Thick of It)
★ Nathan MacKinnon/Artturi Lehkonen (Hockey RPF)
★ Peter Strahm/Mark Hoffman (Saw franchise)
★ Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (BBC Sherlock etc.)
★ Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux (Hockey RPF)
★ Uchiha Obito/Hatake Kakashi (Naruto)
★ Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto (Naruto)
★ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart/Antonio Salieri (Amadeus 1984, Mozart l'Opéra Rock)
📺 TV SHOWS 📺
★ BBC Sherlock
★ Cobra Kai
★ Da Vinci's Demons
★ Doctor Who
★ The Falcon And The Winter Soldier
★ Midnight Mass
★ The Thick Of It
★ TV Shows (general tv show tag)
★ The Witcher
#tags#i decided to turn my tags page into a post#to make it more accessible to mobile users#so here you go 🤗#the general tags are there because i post a lot of misc things#but i don't post all of them so often as to warrant their own specific tag#oh and just so you know#i'm totally okay with anyone going on a liking/reblogging spree on my blog 💖
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I posted 7,998 times in 2022
1,355 posts created (17%)
6,643 posts reblogged (83%)
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Only 12% of my posts had no tags
#comment reply - 1,313 posts
#ask freya - 1,139 posts
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#anon asks - 533 posts
#story reblog - 301 posts
#august walker - 279 posts
#captain syverson - 117 posts
#geralt of rivia - 117 posts
#henry cavill x reader - 95 posts
#dark academia aesthetic - 89 posts
Longest Tag: 120 characters
#modern au danny picks a fight in literally every bar while jorah is just like fuuuck okay let me finish my beer at least
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
69 works just fine
Summary: You challenge Henry about the infamous 69 Position and he is keen on showing you how very wrong you are.
Prompt:
69ing with Henry?
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (No description of body type or ethnicity)
Words: 1.3k
Warnings: 18+, RPF, oral sex, both ways oral sex, 69, need I say more? Graphic description of sex and bodily fluids, soft daddy kink, light brat/daddy dynamic.
*No permission is given for reposting, translating or copying my work.
N/A: This wasn't an easy one to write, so I hope it doesn't suck (pun intended), not beta'd. I will die on my mistakes just like August slipping off a cliff, colliding with a hook and landing into an explosion. Just for the record, it does work just fine. ;) 💖 Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 💖
69 works just fine
January mornings were the worst; the alluring heat of Henry's body turned the bed into a warm, pillowy fortress that none could escape from. Not that you ever wanted to. For all you cared, the sun could rise and set a dozen times more, lounging in bed next to that large bear of a man was a piece of heaven on earth.
11 a.m, and there you were, enveloped by the duvet with your spine pressed to the side of Henry's bare body. The large man hummed a soft melody as he flipped through the pages of his book, occasionally grazing a tender thumb over the base of your nape. Still groggy, you purred in response and flexed your shoulders like a playful kitten, your tired eyes remained glued to your phone while you thumbed through the social media’s void.
Your quiet morning was abruptly disturbed by the loud buzz of your device. A new incoming message made its way to the infamous "ladies" group chat and without giving it too much of a thought, you tapped the notification open. The soft vibration drew Henry’s attention at once. Tilting his head over his shoulder, he frowned and arched a baffled eyebrow at an overwhelmingly explicit spectacle of a woman riding a man's face while simultaneously sucking his cock.
"So that's what you girls send one another all day, ha?"
Hot blood rushed to your cheeks.
It wasn't that you were ashamed of watching porn, Henry was mature and educated enough to know women are just as mischievous as men if not more, but never in your life did you imagine getting caught by your boyfriend.
If only he knew of your Tumblr account. Then you'd surely die of humiliation.
Quickly ticking the screen shut, you pressed the phone to your chest and turned to glare at Henry. "You were not supposed to see that!" A shy grin piqued your cheeks. Embarrassed, you sought for something to say in order to sway his attention. "It's bullshit anyway."
Rather amused by your reaction, he smiled back. His sturdy hand slid from your spine to your ass and began to knead it playfully.
"What's bullshit, love? The gif?"
"69. It looks nice in porn, but it's fake. You can’t really please someone while being pleased."
Henry’s pale gaze lingered upon your face for a silent moment, scrutinising you back and forth in an odd manner that made you feel as if you were speaking nonsense. With a small huff, he averted his eyes back to the book and casually shot out, "no, it's not.”
‘What was that?’
The candid tone of his response brought a deep frown to your face. Setting the phone on the nightstand, you turned toward Henry's side and forced the book from his fingers.
"And how exactly would you know?"
"How would you know it's bullshit?" A whimsical, daring glint lit his eyes.
Playfully, you groaned and punched his chest, which merely made him chuckle before his hand snapped around your wrist and, with less than a scant effort, hauled your naked body on top of his and forced you to straddle his taut torso.
"Tsk, tsk, spitfire, behave, or daddy will have to do something about that bratty attitude."
You did your best to wring free from his rigid snare, helplessly squirming like a worm caught on a hook, though your battle short-lived as quickly you realised there was no escape from Henry’s unfathomable strength. Throughout your struggle, he hardly moved a muscle, simply eying you with still amusement sparking his gaze.
Bested by the physical superiority of this ‘giant’, you slumped into his grip, offering a sweet apologetic smirk to which Henry grinned with arrogant triumph, but something else swirled within those pale sapphires - a dark leer you learned to recognise over the last couple of years.
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#3
My love, I feel as if you are the only one that can help me with this!
I dream of lying-in bed with Henry, snuggled on top of him, whilst gently stroking those gray hairs and telling him how absolutely fucking dashing he looks.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader
Warning: rpf, pure fluff. Pregnancy. Not beta’d. Short drabble.
Vibrant rays of orange and pink penetrate the bedroom as the lazy sun slowly wakes from its slumber.
You both lie naked in bed, your cheek pressed to Henry’s bare torso, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying the heat that radiates from his skin and cascades around you like a sun-shower.
He is still asleep as you lift your head to ogle him, or at least pretends to - you have your suspicions as his fingers gently rub down your spine. So you smile and begin mapping his face against your fingertips, memorising every freckle and every wrinkle.
Eyes still shut, he smirks, a groggy hum emerges between his lips.
You smile back though continue your inspection, your eyes catching the sight of new grey hair that grew along his sideburns.
“Old man,” you tease.
Henry scoffs at your remark, his eyes finally blinking open. “Old? Me? I am not the one who fell asleep at 11pm last night…”
You playfully hit his chest, though even with a light hit the blow makes you winch. He is the man of steel, after all.
“I have a good reason to be tired!” You point to the growing bump in your belly and almost instantly, he grins and places his palm against it.
“My baby, with my girl,” he breathes and then returns his gaze to yours, staring at you lovingly, “is it really that bad?”
A bemused frown forms in your brow, “having your baby? The worst.”
“No, silly, the grey hair. Do you think I should dye it?”
Your face immediately soften and you weave your fingers through his luscious curls once more. “No, my love, don’t dare hide those. I love that we are changing and ageing together.”
Henry draws a relaxed sighed and presses his head back into his he pillow. You rest your head back to where it belongs, listening to his heart again while anticipating all the great years and adventures that awaits you together.
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#2
Buns in the Oven
Summary: Sy has hidden clingy tendencies and he is very much afraid to admit it until one night has one drink too many and all his secrets are exposed.
Pairing: Syverson x Reader (no description of body type or ethnicity)
Words: 773
Warning: Mostly pure fluff, mentions of drinking and being drunk, a bit of suggestive talk but nothing explicit.
A/N: dedicated to @sillyrabbit81 who an incident with a typo gave me a specific plot bunny (harhar!)! Not beta'd.
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My #1 post of 2022
Henry Cavill: Some news to share from The Continent…
My journey as Geralt of Rivia has been filled with both monsters and adventures, and alas, I will be laying down my medallion and my swords for Season 4. In my stead, the fantastic Mr Liam Hemsworth will be taking up the mantle of the White Wolf. As with the greatest of literary characters, I pass the torch with reverence for the time spent embodying Geralt and enthusiasm to see Liam's take on this most fascinating and nuanced of men.
Liam, good sir, this character has such a wonderful depth to him, enjoy diving in and seeing what you can find.
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