#geralt of rivia x yn
Note
if you're too shy- send me a character and a scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it
Geralt of Rivia falling in love with a beautiful chubby cottagecore healer, after she helps him, when he is wounded, please? Thank you!
SOFT HANDS | GERALT OF RIVIA
word count: 0.6k
warnings: plus sized reader, not specified per se but definitely implied
You woke up startled by a crash in your kitchen, looking around your room in tired confusion, trying to figure out the time by looking out through the rags you had weaved into makeshift curtains, it was not morning just yet, far from it, but the timing of the intrusion usually only meant one thing- your witcher was there. You stumbled from your bed, pulling one of your blankets with you, covering your nightgown as it did not aid you much in concealing your curves, thin it its design- Geralt never minded though.
"Geralt," you breathed, you were barely awake, stumbling slightly as you found your footing, already smelling him and you were glad that he had managed to bathe before breaking into your home, very considerate of him.
"Good evening, las," he was talking with his mouth full, busying himself among your wooden cabinets, it piqued your interest, making you speed up until you were next to him, his hands hard at work making some sort of stew. "Are you hungry?"
"Let me see first," you were very convincing, voice just soft enough to make him pause to give you a quick glance at his face, new scars, still bleeding as they stretched over the side of his forehead. "Are there more?" he nodded, grunting when you swatted his hands away from the knife and began pulling him to your washroom, the action only possible because of his willingness to follow you. You noted the burning candles he had arranged around the house, knowing you would need the light, always uneasy when he arrived in the dark.
He could not help the sort of amused tilt to his lips as you forced him onto a chair, struggling to remove his armor but he made no attempt to help you, enjoying the little huff and pout the struggle earned from you. When you finally managed to take it off, you threw it to the floor, giving him an unamused glare, not at all fooled by his faux innocent shrug.
You sat down in front of him, folding your legs and shifting the blanket over them, another huff was given as you dragged the bucket of water closer, taking one of the clean cloths from where you had folded them in a pile. Your cheeks burned as you scanned his torso, it was not right, was not fair for that matter that he had that effect on you- none of your other patients had, in fact, you prided yourself on being professional but only Geralt could make you flustered while cleaning his wounds.
"These are fresh," you noted, eyes averted from his as you dragged the wet cloth over his stomach, frowning lightly when he did not flinch. "You know, there are plenty of healers on the road, most if not all of them more suited to treat wounds such as yours," you were done with his chest, drying it with another cloth and wrapping it with strips of cloth that had been soaked in your homemade healing remedy.
"Hmm," a grunt, a familiar sound, a comfortable one. "I prefer coming to you," he stated and shifted lower, leaning his elbows onto his knees so you could easily access his face, a new surge of heat finding your skin at the eyes that soared over your features. "Your hands are the softest," he explained and you nearly pulled away from him, hands just barely keeping still as you wiped lightly at the scar on his face, the other hand gripping his chin to keep him still. "I also do not mind the view," he was being sly, daring, and extremely cruel as he breathed a light chuckle, not missing a single beat of your sporadic heart. "Nor the company," you paused, eyes falling to his without any control and you were stuck, entranced, unable to move or look away, only managing to break the daze when he cleared his throat.
"I assume it would be a waste of breath to ask you to be more careful?" you attempted a change in subject, following the same process as you did for his stomach as you finished up your work.
"Completely," he agreed and you wiped your hands, shaking your head in familiar disapproval as he simply enjoyed the very view he had traveled many miles for. "For what reason would I have for coming to see you if I were?"
"I should go and make myself decent," you dismissed the question, not surprised when he took your hand to help you stand, rough hands uncharacteristically gentle as his thumb brushed your wrist in his hold. "Do you have a place to rest for the night?" he shook his head, he dare not attempt to lie to you with words, tell you that Jaskier had booked the pair of them a room not far from your cottage, because truth be told he rather enjoyed you fussing over him, taking care of him, and he knew you did as well- so, who was he to take that chance from you?
"I was rather hoping you could spare me a room."
"Of course, I will prepare it while you clean my kitchen," he smiled, a true smile, one you had not had the chance to see before but you were grateful you could, it was lovely, dreamlike. He nodded in silent appreciation and agreement, looking down to where he still held onto your hand. "They truly are the softest that I had ever held," he told you and you were the one to smile, a shy smile, warm with affection as you tried to consider how you would survive a whole day with this man in your house when he was insistent on stealing your heart and your sanity.
#geralt of rivia#geralt of rivia x reader#geralt of rivia x you#geralt of rivia x yn#geralt of rivia x y/n#geralt of rivia fluff#geralt of rivia blurb#geralt of rivia drabble#geralt of rivia oneshot#geralt of rivia fanfiction#geralt of rivia fic#geralt of rivia fanfic#monique's writing events#right where queue left me
335 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden love: Geralt rivia x female reader
You're a princess awaiting marriage. Every girl has to marry a prince even if the girls do not want to marry,
they have no other choice.
At this moment, you are wandering around your garden, admiring the flowers. As you were leaning down to smell the flowers feeling someone's
as you kneel down to pick a pretty one, you hear someone coming behind you,
you immediately got up and turned around and saw an older prince that you had a crush on for a while now.
''My princess' geralt rushes towards you, and you do the same.
you smile widely. my prince
he pulls you into his grasp. holding onto you as if you were leaving him at any moment.
Y/N, i can't let you leave to someone else, he says seriously
looking down, heartbroken,
hey, he lifts your chin! making you look at him,
Geralt lifts your chin. making you look at him. he then takes a deep breath. caressing your cheek,
I'm running away.
before you could say anything, he cuts you off, and you're leaving with me,
#geralt of rivia#the witcher#geralt x reader#yn#romantic#fanfic#multi fandom blog#oneshot#henry cavill
23 notes
·
View notes
Text
destiny ~ geralt of rivia;the witcher
word count: 1749
request?: no
description: after a long, rough journey, the princess feels safe enough to sleep, so her mage talks with the witcher
pairing: geralt of rivia x female!reader
warnings: swearing, use of y/n
masterlist (one, two, three)
It was a long, tiring journey to bring Princess Ciri to find her destiny; the Witcher. The poor girl, only a child, had seen far more than anyone her age should ever see. Her grandmother had been smart enough to send a Mage with her at least, but there was only so much one Mage could do against the threats they had faced. When they had finally found him, stood alone after his own battle, and Ciri ran to embrace him, (Y/N) sighed in relief and finally allowed her body to relax.
They set up camp for the night. Geralt promised them he would find them somewhere with an actual bed for the next night, but Ciri could care less about where she was sleeping. (Y/N) knew she felt relieved, too. And finally the young princess could sleep knowing that she was safe.
Ciri was sound asleep next to a fire (Y/N) had built to keep her warm. The Mage was sat against a tree nearby, just watching. Knowing that Ciri was safe, that she felt safe enough to finally let her guard down, gave (Y/N) such a sense of relief that she felt like she could finally breathe again.
“You should be sleeping as well.”
(Y/N) looked up to see Geralt stood over her. She was surprised a man of his size was able to move so silently, but then again it was probably a skill he had to pick up as a Witcher.
“I would imagine you are just as exhausted as she,” he said.
“I am,” (YN) confirmed. “But not so exhausted that my body wishes to rest just yet. I guess it hasn’t realized yet that there is no threat anymore.”
“There are still plenty of threats.”
She shook her head. “Not tonight. Tonight, she rests soundly, and she is safe.”
Geralt looked over at the sleeping girl. For years he had been trying to deny Ciri. He didn’t believe in destiny, and he was the last person who should be looking after a child. But now that she was here, unharmed and at peace, he couldn’t deny that he felt relief as well. There were still plenty of threats out there, that much was still true, but he decided to agree with (Y/N) just this once. Tonight, they were all safe.
Geralt sat across from her. “You did well in protecting her. She likely wouldn’t have made it this far on her own.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” (Y/N) admitted. “I promised her grandmother that nothing would happen to her, and I am not one to break a promise.”
“I was unaware that Queen Calanthe had a Mage in her kingdom.”
“I’m not a royal Mage. Just an old friend that she asked a favor of.”
“A very good friend to risk your life.”
(Y/N) smiled and shrugged. “I have known Ciri since birth, and her mother before her. I would do anything to keep that girl safe.”
She was gazing at Ciri again. Geralt noticed the look on her face. “Do you have children of your own?”
“Oh, Gods no. Those are very uncommon in my line of work.”
“No lover either, then?”
She chuckled. “Also very uncommon. It’s hard to let yourself fall in love when you are immortal.”
Geralt wasn’t sure why he even asked. It felt like the logical next question after asking if she had children, but Geralt cared very little if she had said yes to having a lover. Or, so he thought anyways.
(Y/N) looked back to him, a sly grin on her face. “Queen Calnthe told me about your ties to Ciri.”
Geralt grunted. “I’m sure she did.”
“She could hardly tell the story without a string of profanities.” (Y/N) giggled. “No one has ever made the queen more angry than Geralt of Rivia.”
Geralt found himself smiling as well.
“Well,” (Y/N) said, tilting her head a little. “Would you look at that.”
“What?” he asked.
“The Witcher smiles. And he looks quiet handsome doing so.”
(Y/N) was nothing if not forward. One does not live for many decades and not become bold and forward. She felt a little delight when she saw a brief look of shock on Geralt’s face. She certainly wasn’t lying, though. Anyone with eyes could see that Geralt was good looking. She was sure he was able to use that to his advantage as well.
Silence fell over them. The only sounds were the wildlife around them and the crackling fire. Both of them turned to check on Ciri at the same time, as if some sort of instinct kicked in for them both. (Y/N) took Geralt’s distraction as an opportunity to really study him. She had seen a look in his eyes when Ciri had run to him earlier, but it was so brief that she couldn’t place it at the time. He had been wearing his tough guy mask since, except for this moment. As he gazed at Ciri, (Y/N) could see two emotions on his face: relief and worry.
“The queen also told me,” (Y/N) said, drawing Geralt’s attention back to her, “that you weren’t going to claim Cirilla at first. She said you called Law of Surprise without truly believing in it.”
Geralt grunted. “All that bullshit about destiny. I didn’t believe any of it. I called Law of Surprise because they insisted on something for me saving Urcheon’s life. I didn’t actually believe I would get anything.”
“And yet...” (Y/N) glanced towards the sleeping princess.
He nodded. “I didn’t want a child by any means. This is not a life for a child. If destiny is real, it has played a cruel trick on her.”
“Or it has given her a father that she so dearly needed after her own passed.”
“And a mother?”
(Y/N) smiled. She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t thought about the next step after Ciri was united with Geralt. Truthfully, she didn’t want to think about it. The thought of being separated from Ciri hurt too much, but she didn’t expect Geralt to want her to travel with them. He had been travelling alone for so many years that she was sure it would take time for him to get used to Ciri being with him, let alone if (Y/N) joined as well. She felt full of joy hearing Geralt insinuate that he wanted her to continue travelling with them as well. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Ciri just yet, or to Geralt for that matter.
“What a family we’d be,” she laughed. “A Witcher, a Mage, and a princess. Sounds like the beginning of a terrible joke.”
Geralt chuckled as well. (Y/N)’s smile broke as she let out a yawn.
“You should get some sleep,” Geralt told her.
“As should you.”
“I will.”
(Y/N) nodded. She wasn’t in any position to argue with him over whether or not he was actually going to sleep. She could feel herself finally being bogged down by her fatigue and knew it wouldn’t be long until she gave in completely.
Geralt’s eyes followed her as she moved to her knees. Instead of rising, she leaned towards him to close the gap between them. She lightly pressed her lips to his cheek, leaving a gentle kiss there before pulling away. He tried to keep his face unchanged as she sat back to look at him.
“Goodnight, Geralt.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N).”
~~~~~~
The sun was high in the sky when (Y/N) woke the next day. The fire had gone out and the heat was instead replaced by the scorching sun. (Y/N) blinked a few times, trying to get her eyes used to the brightness of day. When she finally managed to clear her vision, she noticed she was alone at the camp.
She quickly sat up and looked around. There was barely any signs that anyone else had ever been here. Just the kindle left over from the fire she had lit for Ciri. She felt herself beginning to panic. Had they left her? Had someone taken Ciri and Geralt went after them? Had Geralt changed his mind about having her join them?
She was getting to her feet when she heard the sound of horse hooves against the ground. A horse broke through the clearing in a fast trot before coming to a stop. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when Ciri jumped down from the back of the horse.
“Good morning,” the young princess said, walking up to wrap her arms around (Y/N). The Mage was taken back by the gesture at first, but then happily hugged Ciri back.
“More like good afternoon,” Geralt commented, jumping down from his horse as well. “You’ve been asleep for hours. We went on to find food without you.”
“Forgive me for being tired,” (Y/N) said, playfully glaring at Geralt. To Ciri, she asked, “Did you sleep well, princess?”
“The best I’ve slept since we left Cintra,” Ciri admitted.
(Y/N) smiled and cupped her face. “You are safe now, princess. The Witcher and I will look after you and make sure no one will cause you any harm.”
Ciri looked between (Y/N) and Geralt, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “You’ll be staying with us?”
“Of course. I’ve come too far in this journey to let you go on without me. Although, I will need something to eat in order to continue on.”
She eyed Geralt. He chuckled and said, “Alright then, let’s find you something to eat as well.”
They went on foot with Geralt leading his horse behind him. Ciri was between the two of them, protected by her Mage and her Witcher.
“I was thinking,” Geralt said after some time of walking, “about our discussion last night. About destiny.”
(Y/N) looked over at him. “Yes?”
“Maybe there is such thing as destiny, and maybe it isn’t as bad as I once thought.”
“And what brought you to that conclusion?”
“Ciri was meant to be my destiny, but she wasn’t the only good thing that destiny brought to me.”
He looked directly at her when he spoke. She felt her heart flutter in her chest. She had no good response, so she just kept walking, a smile on her face.
She would have to thank destiny for bringing her to Geralt as well.
#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader#geralt of rivia imagine#henry cavill#henry cavill imagine#henry cavill x reader#the witcher#the witcher imagine#imagine#one shot#fanfiction#fanfic#fandom
245 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bratty Mood
geralt of rivia x reader
Summary:being the brat and getting the punishment you deserve
Read at own risk
Warning: swearing
geralt pov
“don’t touch that” i muttered and grabbed the blade out yns hands “what i was gonna help you clean” she whined and walked and pouted next to me “darling i know you wanna help but these are dangerous” i warned and put it back on the table "then how can I help" she whined "go sit over there" I growled and pointed to the chair in the corner she whined walking over and grumpy sat on it "good girl" I smirked and went back to cleaning my weapons.
Yn pov
I waited and waited for geralt to finish or for something to happen, I blushed as he removed his shirt so he didn't dirty it "looking hot babe" I murmured teasingly "not as hot as you" he gave me a glance making him look hotter, I grew wet and became figaty "geralt" I whisper like a soft moan "not now princess" he warned not looking at me, I whimper to myself as I slowly slip my hand into my panties since I was only wear panties and one of geralt’s shirts, I slipped two of my fingers into my pussy and let out soft moans I don't want him to hear me because it was one of the rules I wasn't aloud to touch myself without his permission, i moaned thrusting my fingers in and out while using my thumb to massage my clit "geralt" I whimper a bit to loud my eyes widened I quickly look at geralt 'thank god he didn't hear me' I sign in relief looking up for a brief moment"having fun there princess" I squealed looking at him only for him to be two inches away from me "I'm sorry" I squeaked pulling my hand out and he grabbed it "naughty naughty" he shook his head bringing my hand up to his face and sucked on the fingers I used he knew I liked when he did it "you taste fantastic baby but you are in trouble" he growled "go to the room and strip" he commanded "bu-" "no buts 10" I scrambled to my feet "9" I ran to the bed room "8" I teared off my shirt and panties "7" I climbed onto the bed and spread my legs "6" I could hear his footsteps as he drew near he was taking longer to give me time "5" his voice gave the hall a soft echo "4,3,2" he lingered at the door "1" he growled lowly and stalked his way to the bed “good girl” he muttered and started pulling off his clothes piece by piece.
Geralt pov
i watched as her body shivered “you were naughty” i growled “im sorry you were just to hot” she whispered her eyes pleading me to touch her “do you deserve me to touch you” i asked leaning to her “please i promise to be good just please help me” she begged slightly lifting her hips towards me “behave” i muttered eyeing her body “please geralt” she whimpered “ i *smack* said *smack* behave” i said slapping her but she whimpered “turn around” i growled she nodded and slowly turned around lifting her hips up “how many spanks should i give you” i murmured rubbing her ass “15″ she whispered “no how about 25″ i smirked “now count” i muttered "ok" she whispers.
Yn pov
I whined as he spanked me "one" "two"
▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎(Skip)▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎
"25" I cried "good girl you did so well" he praised rubbing my ass “now what do you want for your reward” he asked leaning down to me “fill me up please” i whispered he growled in acknowledgment and moved himself so he was behind me "please make me cum geralt" I whined pushing back into him "you know I will darling" he groaned and slipped inside I moaned as he got balls deep "ready" he asked checking in I nodded eagerly and pushed back "please fuck me" I begged he started thrusting hard and fast, every thrust making my hips jolt forward "fuck baby" he growled and grabbed my hips "you feel fucking amazing" he added I moaned at his praises and the pleasure he was giving me "do you want me to rub your clit" geralt murmured breathing heavily still keeping his rhythm I nodded wordlessly and arched my back as he started rubbing "geralt" I cried shaking in pleasure "are you getting closer baby" he growled "fuck yes please please let me cum" I pleaded "cum for me baby" he groaned and did one final thrust causing both of us to cum "how did that feel baby" he asked and slowly pulled out "thank you geralt that was amazing" I tiredly smiled "ill run us a bath and get you more clothes" he said and stood up "what about cuddles" I whined stretching my arms out to him "I promise in the bath" he said and blew me a kiss before disappearing into the bathroom 'how did I get so lucky'.
My other witcher works
Check out my other works
#smut#witcher netflix#the witcher#witcher smut#geralt of river x reader#witcher geralt x reader#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader smut#x reader#x reader smut
119 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Witcher Masterlist
Yennefer x Geralt:
Finding a purpose
What if Ciri hadn’t interrupted Yennefer and Geralt’s reunion and they actually talked about what happened to Yennefer?
Geralt x reader:
More to come :)
ADD YOURSELF TO MY TAGLIST
#the witcher#the witcher geralt#geralt of rivia#yennefer x geralt#geralt x yennefer#geralt#geralt x reader#geralt of rivia x reader#geralt of rivia x you#geralt of rivia x yn#yennefer#yennefer of vengerberg#witcher yennefer#yennefer x geralt oneshot#yennefer x geralt fanfiction#geralt x yennefer fanfiction#yenneralt#yennralt#the witcher season 2#the witcher spoilers#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher oneshot#yenralt fanfiction
42 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Call of the Wild Series Masterlist (Complete)
Credit to the amazing @raspberrydreamclouds for the cover. Check out the amazing fic rec as well!
Credit to the wonderful @riviawitch3r for the story concept.
Summary: Geralt x fem!reader shapeshifter AU. Some magic users have the ability to shapeshift, though they are a rare kind. Geralt is injured while in his animal form, separated from his pack. He is limping through the forest when he comes across the distinct scent of his kind and follows it back to Y/N, who is unaware of shapeshifters, as they are a closely guarded secret. She sees Geralt in his animal form, and though she is afraid, she helps him and takes him back to her home to heal his wounds. Their journey starts from there as they discover hidden powers and lurking terrors, intent on gaining access to the secrets of the shapeshifters.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
I have a taglist, add yourself here!
Random Oneshots
Jaskier: Honey Badger the story of how a non-magical bard became a shapeshifter
#the call of the wild#geralt x reader#geralt x you#geralt x yn#geralt x y/n#geralt of rivia#geralt#geralt fic#geralt imagine#reader insert#the witcher#netflix the witcher#yennefer#ciri#jaskier#geralt x reader insert#geralt of rivia x you#geralt of rivia x yn#geralt of rivia x y/n#geralt of rivia x reader#geralt of rivia x reader insert#geralt fanfiction#geralt fanfic#geralt of rivia fic#geralt of rivia fanfic#geralt of rivia fanfiction#the witcher fic#the witcher fanfic#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher netflix
561 notes
·
View notes
Text
Under His Spell
A not-so-lazy morning with the White Wolf
A/N: Geralt of Riva x female!reader, SMUT involving very sweet Geralt - 18+ content. Enjoy !
ao3
English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes.
The best part about going to sleep with someone you love is to wake up with them. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself completely overwhelmed by the sight of your boyfriend sprawled on the bed beside you. Right at this moment, it was hard to believe that man was a Witcher. He had rolled over on his stomach, his left arm dangling off the edge of the bed, his hair all ruffled. He was so controlled and strict about his behavior when awake, but once asleep, he was a mess. A hot adorable mess.
You could not tell the time of morning, because the summer rain clouded up the bedroom window, and the room was still dark. You decided it was certainly too early to start the day anyway and laid back down beside Geralt. He was awake now; turning towards you, he reached forward to brush your hair away from your face so he could stare in those deep intense eyes he loved so much. He took an instant without saying anything, just taking in your beauty, your sweet scent and the calm only you could provide him. His fingers trailed along you back, tracing each curve with a gentle touch, knowing every inch of your body by heart. You had been together for years, but he still could not believe he had gotten that lucky.
“Good morning,” he finally murmured with a sleepy smile.
You responded by gently kissing his lips, cuddling close to him, not ready to wake up yet. It seemed like neither of you wanted to start the day. As far as you were concerned, the sound of the summer rain against the window and the Witcher’s warmth were everything you needed. Pulling you even closer to him, Geralt kissed you again. This time, it wasn’t an innocent good-morning kiss: It was a long, fiery, demanding kiss.
“Someone woke up with naughty intentions, huh?” you chuckled.
Geralt smirked and slowly brushed his lips against your shoulder. “Should I remind you that you were the one keeping me up all night, because of the aforementioned naughty stuff?”
You giggled as you slowly let yourself sink into his arms, savoring each of his caresses, each of his kisses, which were slowly becoming sloppier, greedier. Geralt had a way of making you feel so amazing about yourself. You had struggled with confidence your whole life, but every time he looked at you, it was as if you were the most special woman on Earth. He pressed gentle kisses along your jaw, lingering when he reached your lips. No matter how many times he kissed you before, you were never prepared for the way his tongue slipped inside your mouth. There were no words to describe how much he wanted you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him know you wanted him at least just as much. You moaned against his lips, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth when he rolled his center against yours. He broke the kiss and grinded against you two, three, four times, like he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, a growl vibrating inside his chest. With one more hungry kiss to your lips, Geralt dipped his head lower, gently spreading your legs as he went. Kissing along your inner thighs, he climbed higher, adoring the whimpers coming out of your mouth as you felt your breathing becoming more and more shallow, filled with pleasure. The Witcher paused once he ran out of leg, causing your desire to grow more impatient, before letting his tongue flick over your clit, teasing it lightly and softly at first, then increasing the pressure as he gripped your thighs tighter. Your whole lower body twitched upward, and a low moan escaped your lips. You breathed his name repeatedly, begging him to keep going. You were now effectively and irrevocably under his spell. He was a Witcher all right. Geralt let his finger slip inside while his tongue continued his ministrations, moving in sync. Completely unable to hold back any longer, you let your orgasm explode like a volcano. The tips of your fingers, the inside of your knees, the top of your head; all your body parts seemed to be melting with a blinding, intense heat. Was that another Witcher power? You wondered, as he gave you another soft kiss to your inner thigh before moving up until he laid beside you.
« I love you » you murmured with a weak voice. It caused his heart to jump in his chest. He would never be tired of hearing that. It almost scared him, how much he cared for you. It made him vulnerable, compromised his priorities. After all, he was a Witcher. A beastslayer. An insult to human laws, as he was told his whole life. Then how come with you he felt so … human? So secure? As scared and confused as he was, there was not a single part of him that regretted loving you.
« You really are beautiful », he murmured back, cradling the side of your face.
As he reached up to give you yet another kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing his whole body as close to yours as possible to. This unexpecting movement and friction had him grunting against your kiss and sent a shiver of pleasure through him. His Witcher senses were all alert, all of them focused on you and you alone. His body was steaming hot. Not just warm and sweaty from the action. Touching his skin felt like placing your hand over a candle flame, which was only more pleasurable. His piercing cat eyes, not bothered by the darkness of the bedroom, memorized each detail of your stunning, writhing body, each shade of the color of your skin. His raw physical Witcher strength was on full display. While that was a major turn-on for you, Geralt knew his body could crush yours in an instant if he wasn’t cautious. No matter how often you told him you were tougher than he thought, he was still afraid to hurt you. However, in this situation, holding back was getting harder every second.
« Stop being so gentle, Ger.” you whispered against his ear before kissing it gently. “Please, for me. I want you, right now.” Your voice grew more insistent. Your hips gave a little thrust against him, making his fists clench the blankets on each side of you as he slowly allowed himself to surrender a little control.
“As you command, Princess” he breathed. You opened your mouth to his tongue as he finally slipped into you. Hearing you whimper his name encouraged him to immediately speed up the pace. Having him inside you felt even hotter against your skin, and you loved every bit of that. You broke the kiss after a moment and adjusted your position to allow him to go even deeper into you. The Witcher’s scent drove your senses wild with every breath you took. You reinforced your grip on his broad shoulders as your core clenched him tighter. The air around you was getting hotter by the minute, almost suffocating you. Just like that, you felt the volcanic fire coming back. Your whimpers grew into loud moans, then screams as you reached your second climax. Geralt held the rhythm as he felt you cum around his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, Y/N.”, he cursed, increasing the pace slightly as he felt his own explosion of pleasure.
With a final sigh, he buried his face into your neck and stayed like this for long seconds. You were still coming down from your high as you put your hand on his chest and felt his heart pounding. Guess even a Witcher’s stamina was not enough to handle such a swirl of emotions. Now his skin felt cooler under your touch, but you could still see the fire in his bright yellow eyes. You felt… hazy? Exhausted maybe. Blissful for sure. All at once, probably.
“That… was better than breakfast”, you said after a while, smiling from ear to ear.
“Mmh” Geralt grinned as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, his strong sweaty arms still wrapped around you. He was…peaceful. A feeling he was never familiar with before he met you. You turned your head towards the window and noticed the rain had stopped. The first rays of the morning sun were shining through. It was still early but you could already tell : It was going to be a hell of a day.
#the witcher#the witcher netflix#geralt of rivia#geralt of rivia smut#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher smut#the witcher x you#the witcher x y/n#witcher x reader#jaskier#geralt smut#the witcher imagine#witcher fanfiction#geralt x jaskier#geralt x reader#yn#Smut#the witcher geralt#geralt imagine#geralt x yennefer#jaskier x geralt#you x geralt#the witcher series#witcher x you#ao3#the witcher art#witcher x y/n#geralt x female
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Married Life- A Preview Fic
Okay so I am a huge Geralt simp so enjoy this married life Geralt x Reader smut with also fluff. I have a full fic planed with this like domestic Geralt so if you like lmk and I will make it a more official project!
Warnings- Smut, Geralt being adorable and hot, sex pollen because of course??
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLS
Words-1479
Summary- Geralt x wife reader lots of cute. Sex pollen monster, horny Geralt. Yall know.
The smell of herbs encapsulated you as the spring air gently pushed and pulled against the tall green grass that shimmered when the light hit it just right. You and Geralt have been married a whole month and had fallen into a comfortable routine of worshipping one another from dusk till dawn as well as the mundane farm life you both were growing to love. You spent most evenings with drool pooling in the corners of your mouth as your husband and his sweat gleaming biceps chop plenty of wood to keep you nice and warm at night. He knew how much you despised the cold. You had to pull yourself away from your brooding witcher, he had to go into town to get some supplies and was definitely gone longer than you would have liked. You adjusted yourself and fanned your neck softly to help with the heat that now formed in the pit of your stomach and traveled between your plush thighs.
You finished collecting the herbs you needed for dinner and dusted off your thin skirt before grabbing your basket that you weaved yourself with a grin. Geralt was definitely resistant to learning how to weave but you insisted to teach him. He of course agreed with a grumble.
He couldn’t have hidden his smile even if he tried.
His thick hands clumsily threaded the reeds into each other. You were a pretty good teacher and once Geralt actually gave it a chance his eyebrows would furrow together in concentration and soon he had skillfully connected the reeds together to make a some-what perfect basket. He smiled toothily and showed you his work proudly.
It honestly made you fall over from laughing, eyes wide in surprise at his uncharacteristic dedication to something so mundane.
He blinked, looking hurt for a second before tossing his basket aside and grabbing your waist pulling you close to him as he peppers kisses down your neck with a grumble.
—-
As lovely as married life was for the two of you there was always the fear of danger from beasts or thieves. Geralt was still a witcher and still had a duty to fulfill. There were many occasions you would be left alone while he helped nearby or on some unfortunate occasions he would be taken far away from you. Those days were always the hardest.
It was in the middle of winter, Geralt had been gone for a few weeks and there was a particularly nasty storm. Your farmhouse was stable and safe but you shivered and trembled as the home shook against the cold heavy snowfall. Your fingers and hands were frozen despite the fire and many many blankets that you had wrapped yourself in.
You remembered that evening well as it took you several hours to fall into a deep sleep that was ruined when the front door flew open with a loud BANG! You screamed so loud that your voice broke, snow flying all around the home as a large figure covered in snow made swift movements towards you. You had only a moment to react before the white-haired witcher had you pinned to the pile of furs and blankets that was now underneath you.
His contorted face was half illuminated by the fire and the other half covered in snow and ice. His face was slightly red and covered in sweat.
“G-Geralt?” You croaked, eyes wide from shock. He wasn’t supposed to be back for a few more days at the very least. “Are you-” You bit your lip as you examined his face.
“Got bit by…something/” He breathed, his voice making chills run down your spine. His eyes never left you as his thick cold hands palmed at your hips as he hovered over you before trailing his hands over your breasts, his touch was so soft and gentle you weren’t sure if he was touching you at all and yet the cold nipped at your breasts until your nipples became hard and firm, Geralt let out a heavy breath as he watched your body like a hawk watching its prey. You were his prey. “I’m fine I just. I took care of it and I had to see you. I was….in the mountains…came home as fast as I could.”
How far had he ridden in one night? The thought passed your mind for a moment before disappearing entirely.
His hands slowly moved up your trembling breasts, watching them bounce softly against his fingers before he wrapped a thick hand that suddenly was hot to the touch around the back of your neck, pulling your lips against his in an almost hungry way. He consumed your kiss, taking your thin nightgown in a tight grip, and in one movement ripped it in half. His eyes glanced down at your mound and you could see drool pooling beneath his canines deep in his jaw.
The cold suddenly didn't seem to bother you, Geralt’s hot touch over your entire body mixed with the fireplace making it feel like a sauna. Your heart echoed in your chest as your husband placed rough wet kisses against your neck, nibbling your ear softly before sinking his teeth into the soft part of your neck making you let out a soft moan, hands instinctively tangling in his white locks, mouth hanging agape.
“You can be louder than that, kitten.” He growled, trailing down your collarbone kissing each part of your skin as he trails down, his tongue trailing over your breasts before collecting your hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and drooling against your skin as his hands continue trailing down your body before pressing his thumb against your clit with a hum. That's when you notice his hard member pressing against your thigh as Geralt sucks your breasts mercilessly.
“G-Geralt.” You shoved his hands away weakly before he took one hand and pinned your arms down above your head as he pulled his belt off with the other hand and looped it around your thin wrists. You watched with wide eyes, pulling against your new restraints in confusion. You could easily remove them. He was always so gentle even when he was in a state like this.
He tugged off his clothes, his body coated in sweat as his dick bounced against his thigh. In one quick movement, he was on top of you again pressing wet rough kisses down your body, quickly moving down this time, his thick fingers gripping your thighs tightly.
“Fuck…Your mine.” his jaw clenched as his yellow eyes watched you as your chest rose and fell quickly, wide eyes still locked with his as he slowly lowered his head between your thighs, licking slow strips against your mound as you squirmed, eyes rolling into the back of your head with a moan before he pinned your hips to the pile of furs and his mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking and rolling his tongue over you repeatedly. You became a sopping mess, coming embarrassingly fast. He didn’t stop after your first, after you recovered for a moment he pulled you to where you were sitting on your knees. He lowered himself under you and you felt your heart drop when he opened his mouth.
“Sit,” he growled, you felt a blush creep up over your face. Your mouth was slightly agape. You immediately complied, knowing this wasn’t a time to argue with your wolf.
Once you were where he wanted you he groaned loudly against you, working his tongue in and out of you in sloppy strips. You threw your head back in shock at the sensation. You came almost immediately and Geralt gripped your hips, rocking you back and forth on his face, his stubble slightly rubbing against your clit and thighs. Your slick coated Geralt's chin and mouth as he rocked you back and forth on his tongue until your head started to spin.
“Thnk you can cum one more time for me, princess?” He pressed soft kisses to your neck before moving on top of you, holding your thighs gently as cum dripped from your soaking entrance. You nodded weakly before he pressed the tip of his dick against you, he groaned softly before pushing into you entirely, your breath hitching loudly as he pressed against your walls, his dick spreading you out as the room is filled with loud wet noises as he quickly starts to pound into you, his fingers twitching against your skin. You hadn’t ever seen him so worked up before but soon his pace became a bit more erratic and aggressive before you tightened around him, feeling him spill into you as his eyes watched you closely as you rode out your cum. Both of your chests were rising and falling rapidly as he rolled to hold you tightly.
You both slept rather well that night.
#geralt#Witcher#Geralt x reader#lemon#smut#geralt x reader smut#geralt of rivia x you#geralt x yn#x reader#x reader smut#selfship#self insert x canon
565 notes
·
View notes
Text
An Arrangement, chapter 8
A/N: This story is making my heart feel full, happy, content and horny. Apparently, I’m not alone in those feelings. Thank you all so much for your comments, they make me feel so happy! Also… This might end up being 15 parts. Whoops.
Feedback feeds the soul, my loves.
MASTERLIST
SERIES MASTERLIST
ASK ME ANYTHING
Pairing: henry Cavill x reader
Warnings: Language, SMUT (minors DNI), fingering, sexual tension up the whoo-ha
Previous chapter
Chapter 8: Unruly Heart
It was insufferable being so damn close to him. The air was suffocating you, making you draw small, unsteady breaths as someone walked around you, pinning and curling your hair, while Kenny was working on your face. Henry sat close to you, his fist closing and opening over and over, his eyes closed as someone was fixing his hair as well. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or simply trying to hold back.
You had barely gotten two minutes alone after Daniella left, before a crew of people had wandered in, grabbed the both of you and started to get you ready for the red carpet. You were still flushed, your skin burning from his touch and you felt uncomfortably hot and bothered and very much with a need for release.
“You’re looking a little stressed, hon.” Kenny said, flicking his brush on your cheekbone. You glanced at him with a smile.
“Just stressed. First red carpet and all.” He nodded knowingly.
“That’s gotta be stressful, babes. I promise, you’ll be looking like a freakin’ goddess walking that carpet, I’ll make sure of it!”
“She already looks like one.” Henry said softly. Kenny grinned and raised an eyebrow at you, as your cheeks flushed red.
“Damn, girl.” He snickered. “I’ll just enhance your goddessness, okay?” He sent you an air kiss and asked you to close your eyes. You followed instructions.
It was weird sitting so close to Henry that you could almost feel his body heat. You wanted to say something, anything, but everything seemed to be something said with only the two of you in the room. So you settled with the second best option.
“Does Daniella not like me?” You asked softly. Henry was quiet for a little bit as Kenny brushed eyeshadow gently over your lids.
You heard a sigh.
“No, it’s not you she doesn’t like. It’s the situation.” You hummed in response.
“She had hoped to avoid any type of PR-nightmare with me this year, I suppose.” He chuckled gently. “I suppose she didn’t expect you to walk in the door.” You sighed. Nobody did.
“Yeah, well.. She’s just so…” You fell silent.
“I know, love, but I promise, it’s mostly just the fact that she has to deal with this. She hates when I don’t follow orders.” You chuckled a little. “As I said earlier, I’m quite talented at stupid.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“Alright. I just… I don’t want her to hate me, y’know?” A big hand clasped yours, sending shockwaves through your system.
“She doesn’t. I’ll talk to her, alright love?” You nodded slightly.
“All done, my love! You’re looking freakin’ gorgeous if I do say so myself.” Kenny said, and you opened your eyes to look in the mirror.
You barely recognized yourself.
A sultry, dark and golden eyeshadow filled your eyelids, making your eyes stand out against the dark. Eyelashes framed your eyes way more than you’d ever think you’d see on yourself, and the burgundy lipstick made your lips look fuller. Your hair was pinned in strategic places, framing your face and lifting away from your face a little, gentle curls washing over your shoulders. Golden accents shone through as the lights hit your hair.
“Thank you, Kenny, holy shit!” You said, glancing at the mirror again. She felt foreign, the woman wearing your clothes in the mirror.
“Pish, posh, you’re just a great canvas, babes. Go get dressed, you’re going to look like a fucking treasure!” He said, clapping his hand lightly. You smiled gratefully at him and gave him a quick hug.
“Thank you, really.” He hugged you back. “Anytime, babes. I’ll leave my business card in case you ever need some assistance again, free of charge, okay?” You smiled.
“Thanks. I better go get dressed.” He winked at you and you followed Henry into the bedroom, where your outfits for the night hung on hangers from the door.
As soon as the door closed behind you, Henry was in front of you, his eyes raking your face, seemingly desperate to imprint your face in his corneas.
“You’re beautiful.” He said softly and lowly. You felt your knees buck. His arms were around your waist, keeping you in place, and his fingers danced dangerously close to the hem of your shirt.
“I…” You didn’t know what to say to him. He was so fucking handsome, you could barely form a sentence. His eyes searched yours with a burning fever.
“We need to get dressed or we might never leave this fucking room.” He growled, fingers gripping you tighter. You had to swallow a moan rising in your throat at the feeling of the pads of his fingers against your skin.
“Yeah, we should.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. He licked his lips, eyes darting to yours.
“If you do that, we definitely won’t leave.” You whispered at him, boldness overtaking you as you let your thumb stroke his bottom lip.
“I will ravish you if you don’t stop.” He growled. Your breath hitched, your chest heaving as silence and anticipation filled the room and air in between you both. You didn’t want to move, this fucking tension between you two was your lifeline, the very air you needed to breathe, and you couldn’t willingly let him go.
He bent down slightly and let his lips touch your forehead gently. “I need to control myself, Y/N, and you’re making that a very impossible task.” He groaned before stepping away slightly.
“Shall I help you with your dress?” You nodded, not trusting your voice. He went to grab the silk, rose gold dress of the hanger, as you stepped out of your clothes, leaving you in a bra and panties. He groaned.
“This is entirely unfair. I don’t…” He went to you, still clutching the dress in his hand, but grabbed you tightly around your waist, pulling you in even closer than before. “You’re like the apple in the garden of Eve. I fucking can’t hold back.” He said quietly, his fingertips digging into your skin.
“Then don’t.” You simply said. He dove to your lips, slotting them over yours with such fervour that you couldn’t hold yourself up - your legs buckled and he was holding your weight in his hand, holding you tightly, his body flush with yours. His teeth bared and he caught your bottom lip in between his teeth, causing you to mewl against him. He growled into the kiss, his lips hard and impossibly soft against yours and his tongue darted out, silently begging for permission, and you granted it willingly. Your tongues danced against each other with more and more desperation, his fingers letting the fucking dress go to move to the the waistband of your panties, fingertips waiting for your permissal. You nodded, biting his lip and he was a wild man.
He groaned, grabbing your ass harshly with his left hand as his right hand’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, feeling your slick heat.
“All for me, Y/N?” He whispered against your lips with a smile. You found his eyes. He looked almost predatory as he waited for your answer.
“For you, only you.” You moaned at him, your eyes fluttered closed as his fingers dipped between your folds and gently ghosted over your throbbing clit. You groaned.
“Don’t fucking tease…” You gasped as a finger dipped inside of you, curling upwards and you finally let the last bit of willpower go, as your legs completely gave out under you. He growled, his lips moving to your neck as his finger began pumping in and out of you, dragging deliciously against your walls.
He would forever ruin you for any other man.
He added a finger with a moan as you pulled his hair gently, trying to - somehow, in your muddled state, remembering where you had to be soon - avoid messing it up too much. “Fuck…” His groaned against your neck. You felt the heat, the coil in your abdomen tightening as he moved faster, his fingers gliding easily in and out of you, his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it.
“You want to cum, my love?” He whispered. His breath fanned over the wet kisses on your neck, causing goosebumps to rise, and you bucked your hips against him. “Words, baby.” You groaned.
“Yes, please, oh…” You asked.
“Again.” His fingers were moving dangerously fast, making you crumble completely.
“Please, Henry, I want to…” He hissed at the mention of his name and his fingers sped up, hammering in and out of you.
“Come for me, Y/N. Fuck, you’re so fucking good…” He groaned. Your hips bucked again and by god, you’d follow his directions to hell. You exploded in pleasure, whitehot fire licking your body as he let you ride his fingers through your orgasm.
You reached for his hard cock, but a knock sounded from the door and you both stilled, his fingers still inside of you.
“10 minutes until the car is here!” Someone shouted from behind the door, and you both groaned. He let his forehead rest against yours.
“Later.” He said softly, letting his fingers slide out of you as you hissed, and kissed you softly. You never wanted him to stop. He pulled away, still holding you gently and put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean - he was completely going to ruin you.
“Let me help you, love.” He said with a smile, grabbing the discarded dress from the floor as he let go of you, holding the dress out.
“It’s beautiful. I would much prefer you like this, though.” He said, his eyes raking over your body. You sighed, trying to steady yourself as you grabbed the dress.
“You need to get a wipe, you’ve got a little lipstick, babe.” You said with a grin. And indeed, his lips had gotten a burgundy hue. He grinned and wiped his lips with his thumb in a way that should be illegal.
You quickly went to the bathroom, got the dress on, fixed your lipstick and hair a little, glancing in the mirror. Your eyes were glazed over, your lips pouty and you barely recognized yourself. The dress hung from your shoulders, and you quickly walked to Henry, who had already put his suit on, currently straightening his sleeves. He smiled sinfully at you, his eyes darkened.
“Can you zip?” You asked breathlessly, turning your back to him. His fingers danced over your bare skin until he finally, slowly, zipped your dress up.
“You look stunning.” He said. You smiled. The dress hugged you, the rose gold colour complimenting your skin perfectly.
“Thank you.” You grabbed the heels next to the bed and slid them on, stood up and drew a deep breath.
“You ready?” You asked him. His lips curled into a smile as he held his hand out, weaving his fingers with yours.
“With you? Always.”
-------------
Henry
She looked terrified as she stared at the crowd outside of the car door, cameras flashing and screaming filling the air around you. She turned to him with wide eyes.
“Is it always like this?” She asked with a breathy voice. He nodded with a soft smile.
“Unfortunately. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick and I’m right next to you all the time, alright, love?” She nodded. “I’ll go out first, go to your side and open the door, and we’ll walk together, okay?” He asked, looking her over. She was shaking a little, but nodded anyway.
He stepped out of the car, flashes almost blinding him and walked quickly to her side of the door, opening it and grabbed her outstretched hand, gently helping her out of the car. She looked like a dream.
The dress fell around her perfectly, like water dripping from her body, the dips in the fabric perfectly enhancing her shape. The colour made her look ethereal.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her hair - he realised, as he pulled away, that it wasn’t for anyone. It came naturally. Like she just fit. She drew a shaky breath and leaned into him a little.
“Let’s go.” She whispered. He smiled and they started walking, stopping in front of the cameras, smiling and staying glued together.
“Henry, is this your girlfriend?” One reporter yelled out. He nodded, a triumphant smile on his lips. He didn’t even care, the consequences of his desires would come later and hurt him, but for now, he’d enjoy the way his heart swelled at the words. She chuckled a little and they walked to the little area of the carpet, where interviews took place. He bent down a little as they walked, whispering in her ear.
“You’re doing great.”
“I’m not really doing anything.” He grinned at her.
“You’re doing plenty, believe me.” If he had his way, she’d be writhing underneath him just so he could show just how much she did. To him.
They stopped in front of a female interviewer with a kind smile.
“Henry Cavill!” She said sweetly, grinning at the both of you. “I’m so happy to see you, how are you?” He smiled kindly and held Y/N a little tighter. “I’m great, thank you.”
“So this is…?” She asked with raised eyebrows. He smiled.
“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Y/N blushed a little and smiled sweetly at the interviewer.
“Oh, my god, how exciting! Is this your first red carpet?” She asked her, a microphone in her hand. Y/N nodded.
“Yeah, it’s kind of crazy.” He winked at her.
“Indeed, a little loud, huh?” The interviewer asked with a grin. Thank god for kind interviewers. Y/N laughed, the sound lodging straight into Henry’s heart.
“Yeah, but that’s what I get for dating a global superstar, I guess.” She nudged him gently and he grinned at her.
“So, Henry, are you excited for the release?” He nodded. “Very much so. We’ve worked hard on this film, and I just hope everybody else will enjoy it as much as we have.” He said.
The rest of the night flew by, a flurry of shaking hands, smiles and cautious greetings -his hand never left the small of Y/N’s back, and she was as gracious as anybody. Sweet, easy to talk to and she charmed just about anyone she met. She didn’t seem starstruck or distracted by the many known faces, but talked kindly to everyone - even Ben was surprised at her casual attitude, and he had grinned at Henry and mouthed A keeper to him.
He knew.
When they finally got out, it was a little past midnight, and Y/N groaned and took her shoes off, closing her eyes in relief.
Henry chuckled.
“A long day, huh?” She nodded. “Car’s supposed to be just around the corner.” He said, glancing at the street. She groaned and simply sat down, straight on the ground - he chuckled at her.
“I know this dress is more expensive than my rent, but I physically cannot stand up anymore.” She said, closing her eyes. “How do you do this every time you’ve done a project?” He shrugged, seeing the car round the corner. “I guess I’ve gotten used to it by now. Come on, car’s here.” He said, reaching for her. She grabbed his hand thankfully and they slid into the back seat.
As the drive started, so did the tension he had felt in the hotel room before he lost his control completely. She was breathing shallowly, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants and tried desperately to think of anything else, because he couldn’t bury himself in her here, in this fucking car.
“You looked stunning tonight.” He said in a low voice. She smiled gently, cheeks red, and caught his eye.
“Thanks. A lot of work went into it.” She glanced out of the window, her brows furrowing.
“Aren’t we going in the wrong direction from the hotel?” She asked. He nodded.
“Erh, yeah. I thought we’d appreciate going home, just the two of us. Kal is already at the beach house, the sitter dropped him off thirty minutes ago.” She blushed.
“Do you know you do that a lot?” She asked.
“Do what?” He replied, grabbing her hand. She smiled softly.
“Refer to it as if we both live there.” He stilled. “Oh, I’m… I’m sorry.” He said. He hadn’t thought about it, but he felt it. It wasn’t the house, that was a home, it was her.
“It’s fine. I kind of like it.”
Silence fell in between them as the car sped down the road, darkness consuming the world around them as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, just as quickly as he had fallen in love; slowly and then all at once.
Next chapter
---------------
TAGLIST:
@legendarywizarddetective
@henrycavilllove38
@slowaluminum
@marytudorbrandon
@kingliam2019
@swthrry
@greensleeves888
@liecastillo
@one-sweet-gubler
@memoriesat30
@mavrellover91
@summersong69
@tall-tanned-tattoo
@a-skov
@violacavs520
@learning-howto-be-myselfx3
@enn-j
@mis-lil-red
@littleone65
@omgkatinka
@bl3333h
@imango8008
@est1887
@girl-with-an-orange-cat
@mandyisawhorebutwellsurvive
@lyrafraiser
@thorinoakenshieldfan
@welcome-to-hell-mah-dudes
@pretty-toxic-revolver
@keiva1000
@a-skov
@jrbush
@thatonechickhere
#henry cavill fanfic#henry cavill#henry cavill smut#henry cavill x reader#geralt of rivia#geralt of rivia smut#geralt of rivia x#geralt x y/n#henry cavill fanfiction#henry cavill x female ofc#henry cavill x you#henry cavill x female reader smut#female reader x henry cavill#henry cavill x female reader#henry cavill fic#henry cavill x Y/N#henry cavill x yn#henry cavill x female yn#henry cavill rpf#henry cavill x yn smut#smut#fanfiction#henry cavill fiction
303 notes
·
View notes
Text
Please help a bihhh out yall!
ok for the hoes like me who have a size kink I need y’all to post yall favorite photos of Henry that showcases it. I honesty should have out them in a folder (for reasons 😏) but I’m tryna explain to my home girl why specifically Henry is the king of my size kink with the receipts 😩
#HENRY#HENRY CAVILL#HENRY CAVILL X READER#HENRY CAVILL X YOU#HENRY CAVILL X YN#SYVERSON#AUGUST WALKER#WALTER MARSHALL#geralt of rivia#GERALT X READER#WALTER X READER#WALTER MARSHALL X READER#AUGUST WALKER X READER#HENRY CAVILL SMUT
251 notes
·
View notes
Note
in love with you- send me a character and an au scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it
Can I please ask for a Tangled!AU for Geralt of Rivia + Princess!Reader, please? Thank you!
RUFFIENS | GERALT OF RIVIA
word count: 0.8k words
warnings: reader having very long hair, geralt being a grumpy little simp
Geralt knew the feeling of frustration well, an annoyance to the point of murder, that nagging tug to his brain that had his fist shaking around his glass and his eyes burning- this time, however, the feeling was different, clouded, as annoyed as he was, he was also sort of awed, vividly aware of the fact that he didn't look away from you for even a second as you walked about the drunken witchers with a smile bright enough to light up all of Kaer Morhen despite the darkness that loomed its halls. You were hardly the threatening kind, in fact, he was sure he could quite easily force the information you promised right out of you without much, if any hassle, but when he saw you or rather saved you from the tower your mother had kept you in, he caved into taking you to see the floating lights you'd very adamantly demanded to see.
He questioned your reasoning when you so senselessly considered him a trustworthy traveling companion, it spoke of ignorance and naivety, evidence of being robbed from the company of other humans or living beings for that matter since he was yet to determine what or who you really were aside for a princess. He brought you to his winter home purely for shock value, needing to pass the stony confines on the way to your destination anyway, so he considered it only fitting to tease you some in the process- he'd not, for even a second, considered that you'd be just as sickeningly sweet in a room full of murderers as you were with just the one, him, of course.
You were currently sat atop one of the bulky wooden tables, fawning over Lambert's curls as he offered you a sip of his drink, he looked up at you much like he would an innocent deer running across his path- conflicted between finding you unmentionable adorable and just a bit too foolish and weak to be around him. He allowed you to drag a hand through his curls, musing about the ways you could braid it for him so it bothered him less, giving him advice about keeping it healthy while gesturing to your own hair that spread down the table onto the floor, comically well-kept despite what might be assumed.
"Las, I shall humour your remedies for keeping the curls at bay, but you're not bringing any leaves near me," he reprimanded and you giggled as you sat back, feet peeking out from the hem of your dress as you folded your legs under you, not at all looking like the princess the witchers were accustomed to, admittedly much more satisfying to be around, to listen to and to talk to- you'd managed to charm a group of men who hated your kind with all their hearts.
Geralt was walking towards you before he even knew it, reaching out to support your back when you leaned back just a tad too far while laughing at Lambert's opinions on the different flowers he'd seen on his hunts, listing all the very many reasons why he despised them. A few hours ago the touch of the fingers spread out over the thinning material would've felt foreign, unknown, but despite how uncharted Geralt's presence was to your existence, his touch was quickly becoming familiar, comfortable regardless of how uncaring it was.
"Careful," he grunted though the sound wasn't nearly as annoyed as he wished it to be, earning a shy smile from your lips as you moved your hair out of place to turn around towards him, looking up at him with those big eyes that were daring to break through his cold exterior. "Wouldn't want you to fall and get injured, might not make it to the stars."
"Floating lights," you reminded, he was almost regretting his mistake when your smile threatened to dip into a frown, shaking his system with nerves for being the reason for it. However, luckily the notion was interrupted by a giant yawn, the motion of you slipping from the table to stand next to him being far too smooth. "And I don't think you'd mind it all that much if you didn't have to take me to see them."
"What makes you think that?" he mused and you swore his eyes were lighter as he spoke, a sense of playfulness behind the golden orbs, but you didn't think of it too much, scared to get your hopes up, instead, you gathered your hair into a big ball in your hands, smiling at the white wolf when he helped you do so.
"Just a suspicion that I have," you shrugged in return and tucked the last few inches of roots under your arm, dreading the process of having to braid the main in the morning, not used to having to do so alone- but before you could make your way to the room Geralt had pointed out as yours, you looked back up at him with a sincere smile, one he noted to be very different from the thousand other smiles you were capable of. "Thank you, Geralt," you breathed and he was notably surprised, a foreign feeling for him, you supposed because he didn't recover from the slip of emotion as quickly as you expected. "I know you're only doing this to get something out of me, but I appreciate it still, so thank you," you leaned up to kiss his cheek, a brisk gesture, hardly long enough for him to react before you were tiredly skipping away from him.
"You need to be careful with that one," Lambert noted, a perfect position to have viewed the whole scene as he looked at his friend with a knowing nod. "A girl like that won't be easy to let go of," he explained and Geralt was frozen, dazed as he looked at the arch you just walked through, frazzled and confused as the feeling of your lips still tingled against his white skin.
"Get rid of," he corrected but he wasn't convinced and neither was Lambert because right before his eyes the witcher in question stood lingering, no doubt listening to your steps, determining if you made it safely to your room, a fool really for thinking you hadn't already thread your way into his heart.
#geralt of rivia#geralt of rivia x reader#geralt of rivia x you#geralt of rivia x yn#geralt of rivia fluff#geralt of rivia blurb#geralt of rivia drabble#geralt of rivia one shot#geralt of rivia fanfiction#monique's writing events#right where queue left me#tangled au#tangled!reader#princess!reader
303 notes
·
View notes
Text
the witcher and the sea (1)
Summary: When monsters begin to terrorize the Isles of Skellige in an unnatural pattern, the Witcher is called in for help. But the Princess who finds herself imposing on Geralt’s task might be his biggest challenge yet, being as troublesome as she is useful to the Witcher. As the two try to cooperate, what waits for them in the shadows of Skellige are nothing compared to the secrets that are bound to come out.
Words: 5.6k
note: so this is my first time writing for the Witcher and I am absolutely panicking over posting this and would not be surprised if I deleted it and tried again later but -_____- any and all feedback is much appreciated as I will be writing more parts of this!!
part two
The harbor was a beautiful place at sunset.
All the ships were docked for the day, nearly trapped as sheets of cracked ice floated among the calm waters in this little nook where the island curved. The sun, finally peeking through the overcast skies of the day as it met the horizon cast its fiery glow, made every inch of snow and ice that littered the ground in this early winter glimmer.
It was a time of day where families would walk outside, taking one last evening stroll before dinner time in the peace and quiet that found itself over the brazen little village of Uriella Harbor. But even as the gentle caws of the birds that sat upon wooden posts and the quiet tide hitting the shore soothed the townspeople, it was Moira and the rowdy men of the village she called friends who disturbed it all.
Swords clanked against each other, the shrill sound of metal against metal filling the air as Moira held her own against the two men.
Dancing on her toes, the heavy sword sat tightly in her hands as she walked along the wooden pier, moving swiftly to fight them off and ignoring the local sailors and merchants who yelled at them to watch where they were going
They were all gentle with their jabs and the force upon their swings, playfully facing off Moira one by one, all of them heaving the cold and salty air as it froze the sweat upon their skin,
Rotty jumped down behind her from one of the ramps to the ship while she was fighting off his brother Arnie.
“Oh, give me a break, Rotty!” Moira cried, quickly disarming Arnie before turning around to face him.
“What? Sword getting a little too much for you?” he asked, raising a brow at her.
“Never.” she grinned.
Then, even while her skills with a sword would never match up with his, Moira was able to push forward just enough to make Rotty back up closer to the edge of the pier. She spent more time dodging him than actually swinging the sword, planting her feet in the wooden boards at times to have to undermine his strength when their weapons found themselves in a stalemate. As winded as she was, Moira could keep going even as her heavy breaths formed thick clouds with every exhale, but she pretended to give and put her hands up in defense.
Rotty, a man much taller and broader than her laughed deep with his chest, smile peaking through the thick, dark beard that covered his face.
“Giving up already?”
Moira put her hands on her knees, long dark hair hanging over her face to hide her smile.
“No. Just bored.”
In one swift motion, she sprung up and shoved him back with one blow to his chest and the sound of the splash he made in the water was enough to make anyone wince knowing how cold it was.
Turning around, she watched Arnie’s jaw drop as she wakled down the pier. Arnie was half of Rotty’s size and missing the beard, but even with a few years difference they had a very similar face. Also, Arnie had a much harder time hiding his little crush on her.
“For fucks sake, Moira, I couldn’t even knock him down like that.” Arnie laughed.
Moira shrugged, glancing back to see Rotty’s face red with anger even while his lips went blue as he pulled himself up over the edge of the dock.
“I just made this coat with fur I imported from Cintra!” the man shouted as the sopping wet fur shawl he wore over his shoulders fell to the deck with a thud.
“Aye, why don’t you leave the navy and become a tailor with the ladies then and you’ll have all the luxurious coats in the world?” Arnie snickered.
It only made Moira and Arnie laugh harder, her ribs squeezing against the corset she wore over her white blouse, but when Rotty started running towards them, they screamed like children and took off towards the land where all the little markets and inns started turning their lights on.
But then, Moira felt a pair of freezing wet arms wrap around her and the soft ground beneath her boots disappeared while she squealed into the air.
“How about I toss you in the freezing and icy water?” Rotty asked, ready to carry her back onto the dock despite her protests.
Moira wouldn’t make it known, but the scratches on her back left by local monster that lurked in their waters was burning as her back was rubbing against Rotty’s chest. Her mage had done well to cover it up, knowing that it peaked out from the blouse she wore.
“Oh, princess!”
Speaking of her mage, all the boys went silent, and Moira, practically frozen in mid air as Rotty was holding her up, glanced over his shoulders to see Saorise, her family’s mage standing there in her long emerald green cloak calling her over.
Sighing, Rotty put her down and even Moira was a little disappointed that their fun was ending.
“Another time, boys.” she heaved, trying to pat off her now damp clothing.
“I gotta say, you really have it in you Moira. I would pay good money to see you toss him into the water again.” said Arnie, instantly walking up to her side the second Rotty put her down.
“Shut up, you little weasel.” Rotty said, shoving his younger brother in the head as he walked past them. “Moira will be paying good money to get me a nice coat from the palace.”
As they walked back up towards the sand, she glanced back one more time at the scenery just beyond the village, the mountains of the small isle of An Skellige nearly black in contrast to the ice caps that glowed on top of them from the suns last rays. It was her favorite sight, being able to turn around from her beloved sea and then face the most magificient mountains in all of the Isles.
Between the peaks and the village that surrounded the harbor, her home awaited her and her Mage looked more than eager to go.
“Moira, I’m serious. We have things to do this evening.” Saorise called out, her nose flaring.
“I know!”
But as they walked down the pier, they all leaped off the wooden planks to the sand where the three of them found Orin sitting with their belongings. The tall and lanky blonde was leaned up against the short, rocky wall that divided the sandy shore from the land with his legs stretched out and a book in hand as he was bundled up with his winter clothes.
Underneath it all, they all knew he was probably the strongest out of them which is why Moira had a quizzical look upon her face before approaching him and snatching the book out of his hand.
“No mood to play today, Orin?” she asked, watching him stand up and instantly tower her.
The boy huffed and snatched his book back.
“I always am, princess. But I’m smarter than these two boneheads and would rather not wake up in the middle of the night with your brothers ready to slit my throat if anyone of us got a scratch on ya.”
Rotty went to steal Orin’s coat, the two engaging in a little scuffle in the sand before he finally gave it up.
“But when does Moira ever give up her childish little toys to use a sword, Orin?” Rotty teased, even while his teeth were chattering.
Moira was sure he only did it because no one had the time or money to get treated for the potential hypothermia Rotty faced and Orin was too nice.
The thrill of fighting was over once they got back into the market area away from the busy loading docks. She forgot just how active this area was even at this time of day, knowing that the stacks of crates would be gone before sunset and off to Cintra or other isles she dared to go to.
It was always busy here to say the least but Saorise stood calmly in the center of it, patiently waiting for her.
This woman didn’t look any older than her but had practically raised Moira her whole life. She was the closest thing to the mother and sister she never had, the wisdom and fun each one was defined by all put into one person. As much as she hated to keep her waiting, Moira took her time scooping up her coat and bow and arrows from the ground.
Moira frowned at them as she slid the fur lined navy blue silk cloak over her shoulders, the chill to the blistery sea breeze piercing her bones now as the adrenaline left her body.
“You’re all just jealous because your aim will never be as good as mine.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Princess.” Orin grinned as he tucked his book away.
Then, the three men slowed their steps, eventually stopping just a few yards away from Saorise and Moira sighed as she stopped too, turning around to face them.
These men fought for the Skellige navy and had seen monsters most people only read about on the sea, yet they were always just a little spooked over her mage.
“I’ll see you all tomorrow?” Moira asked hopefully.
They all glanced at each other and shrugged.
“Your brother has some of us sailing over to Undvik to take care of a little ice giant problem.” Arnie answered.
Rotty laughed, unsheathing his sword to admire it in the golden light that peaked out from the clouds that churned with a myriad of colors.
“Yeah, nothing some arrows couldn’t handle, I’m sure.”
“Piss off. I hope the thing swallows you whole tomorrow.” Moira teased, waving them off as she turned back to Saorise who looked at her with an unamused face.
“Language, Princess.” her mage frowned, greeting her with a warm hug. “You look like you need a bath or two.”
Moira giggled. “Or three.”
The Princess paused, quick to withdraw her bow and retrieve an arrow so she wouldn’t make Saorise have to wait any longer, and put the arrow in place, aiming it at the boys as they walked down the beach towards their homes. Taking a deep breath, Moira pulled back the bowstring and released, watching the arrow sore over the distance to Rotty’s back.
It was a soft-headed arrow that would merely feel like throwing a pebble at someone’s back and she used those kinds for practice whenever she couldn’t get outside.
Rotty instantly turned around, the boys confused as they followed his gaze.
“Did you just shoot me with an arrow?” Rotty yelled.
“Consider it my good luck token for you boys’ tomorrow!”
Laughing to herself, Moira turned away and looked at Saorise who couldn’t hold back her amusement now as she laughed too.
As they talked about their day on their walk back to the carriage that would take them back to the slate gray slab she called home, another visitor had been standing by beyond their awareness, having just arrived on the last ship from the Continent.
Geralt of Rivia stood by Roach who had been patiently waiting for its owner to return from the small vendor who had a barrel of apples ready to toss for the day. The Witcher wasn’t always fond of the journey to the Isles, and neither was Roach, both lingering around on land to find their sense of balance again before setting off for what they came here to do.
But the sight of the girl fighting men twice her size with a sword she could barely handle had caught his eye. He hadn’t been to Skellige in years, and yet, the hustle of the sailors and merchants never changed but watching members of their army and a seemingly ordinary woman fighting in the midst of it all was new.
It was when another woman had called out to her, referring to her as “princess” that Geralt’s attention slightly peaked.
So, this was the Princess of Skellige.
It’s not every day one would see a princess with a sword in hand, let alone one who could fire a bow with such precision like she just did. It left the Witcher dumbfounded as he continued to watch her until she left with the Mage.
“Looks like were in for quite the untraditional royal family, Roach.” Geralt exhaled, stroking the horse’s mane as she let out a gentle huff in response.
~~~
It wasn’t quite like the citadel that sat nestled between two mountain peaks in Kaer Trolde, but many would argue that it took the prize for its prestige even after Nilfgard tried to destroy it ages ago.
The stone fortress blended in with the mountain side, the carriage pulling them in the rounded entry way where a beautiful fountain sat in the middle. The trek up from the village wasn’t awful since her home wasn’t that far up in the mountain, but it certainly was an annoyingly winding trail.
Two guards opened the carriage doors, escorting her and her mage out and up to the tall arched, wooden doors where another two guards opened them. This entrance took them into a hallway as wide as a ship and ceilings that went higher than the sails. The stone sand-colored walls seemed darker as the sun had set by the time they arrived, tinted brown from the candles and chandelier that hung above them. They walked behind the marble staircase that led towards the second floor, towards the throne room that was home to many parties and meetings after making a couple more turns. Each hallway had paintings hung, whether it was of their portraits or sceneries throughout the Isles, it always creeped Moira out passing by her own face.
Once in the throne room, where there was nothing but gaping windows letting the last of the light in and a table at the head of the room where her brother Bran sat, she could see the exasperation on his face from the moment they entered.
“Please tell me you didn’t wound some of the finest soldiers of Skellige this evening?” Bran asked.
Moira smiled up at her brother who sat in the subtle throne adorned with the clan of Tuirsearch colors of blue and silver. At his side, however, was Birna. Bran was a big man, never coming off as some glutanous king but rather a strong one with a heart bigger than everyone in the Isles combined. He had a niche for this diplomatic stuff and genuine intentions while doing so. However, Birna, was like a crow perched upon his shoulders.
She wasn’t evil, she was just a selfish woman who thought more with the crown upon her head than an actual brain.
“I would never hurt them.” Moira gasped, faking the offense she took to his words. “Their egos on the other hand might have taken a small hit.”
Even now, Birna with her dark navy dress embroidered with diamonds and long black hair, stared at Moira with narrowed eyes like a thousand daggers. Birna was very traditional, but to be quite honest, she married into the wrong family for that. She would never admit it, but she thought she was too beautiful for her brother but with that beauty came a slew of other negative things.
“We have a guest arriving this evening, Moira. Perhaps you should try and bathe or put something more presentable on before you greet him with the rest of us.” said Birna, nearly peering down at her with her nose.
“Your brother still isn’t back from Cintra yet, but it seems King Bran has invited a guest to solve our little monster problem.” Saorise said quietly as she leaned in towards her.
But Moira was too furious to listen, having been caught over her comment.
Tilting her head at Birna, she looked down at herself then slid off her cloak. She had been out all day with the boys and other local friends, and the blouse she wore had been tarnished ever so slightly from the shipments of coal brought in. Not to mention, sand still covered her boots and pants if one looked close enough. Her hair was completely undone from the braid she left in this morning, and she was sure her cheeks were beet red from adjusting to the cold all day.
Birna wasn’t wrong.
“You think so?” Moira asked, shrugging.
Needless to say, that no matter how much she has gotten used to the poking and prodding of the Queen, every quip about her comments on her appearance never failed to strike a certain nerve within her.
“I think you should piss off and go eat another loaf of bread, Birna.” she practically sneered.
The woman before her gasped, ready to probably scream at her while Bran simply let his forehead fall into the palm of his hand, but everyone was interupted when two of the guards entered the room through the wide open doors off to the side.
“Your majesty.” the one guard spoke. “The Witcher has arrived.”
Moira’s head turned, not in any mood to entertain whatever guest her brother brought to Skellige, but when she looked into a pair of bright, golden colored eyes every predisposition she had about this meeting slipped off of her like silk.
Even when the guest had turned his eyes away towards the King, Moira’s breath was still caught in her throat as she took in the man clad in black armor and hair like snow. Even in Skellige’s notable army and navy she has never seen anyone radiate a certain strength the way he did as he entered the room.
But there was something more that made her stomach churned. She wasn’t sure if it was the allure of the Witcher or something deeper, but she could feel every hair stand up on the back of her neck as she watched him nod his head towards Bran and Birna.
“Your majesties,” the Witcher said, with such formality.
Then, the Witcher turned towards her and part of her was siding with Birna’s idea on perhaps bathing and changing before she was present for this.
“Princess.”
“Hi.” Moira stammered, her voice barely above a whisper from how dry her throat went.
Awkwardly, she glanced at Saorise who stood tall with her hands behind her back and she looked back at her quite unimpressed, raising a brow at the Princess who now looked more red than she did earlier when facing the harsh breeze from the ocean.
“Uh, may I ask why we needed to bring a Witcher out to Skellige, brother?” Moira asked, stepping forward.
Out of the corner of her eye, Moira watched Birna’s nose flare from the angry glare she shot over at her, but Bran did not seem to mind her behavior one bit.
“I am not one to be up to date on what monsters lurk the Isles, but when we live in such uncharted waters, I try my best to know what at least poses a threat to us on a yearly basis. But something is off this year, and they’ve been traveling much closer to the villages than normal. The strangest thing is most of our waters have become frozen over almost entirely!”
“Of course.” The Witcher said.
Then Bran turned his attention to her.
“And Geralt here has been so kind to accept our offer in return for his help.” he stated.
So, he has a name.
Moira knew about the Drowners, and the guilt she had been harboring for weeks now started to slip through the cracks.
It was taking everything in her power not to get so visibly worked up, and she glanced at the Witcher who had already been looking at her as if he could hear every thought in her head which didn’t make her any less uneasy.
The Drowners have always been a problem, which is why most of the townspeople try to stay away from the streams that trickle in from the ocean. It was always a once in a while occurrence when a child would get snatched up or a drunkard would stumble too close on their walks back home late at night and disappear. This year though, there has been six people that have been presumed dead already and it hardly ever even happened in the winter months to begin with.
Unknowing to her family, Moira had been spending most of her free time with Rotty, Orin, and Arnie trying to hunt them down the past couple of weeks. It was important to them to keep watch, being that these disappearances were hitting too close to home and because King Bran had ordered them too But of course, it was in Moira’s nature to insert herself into such duties and the boys didn’t argue with her on it either. One of the bastards even snuck up on her and left a nasty scratch between her shoulder blades that Saorise has been trying to heal and cover up in the meantime.
No one knew the true story though.
The fact that her brother found it necessary to involve a Witcher though only made the whole ordeal harder to swallow.
“Drowners shouldn’t be able to survive long if they water is frozen over like you say.” the Witcher says, turning his attention to the King.
“I know.” Bran sighed. “But even still, sightings of them have increased according to the people of this isle and my men. I want the fear to be put at ease if possible and figure out what the hell is happening. We will make your stay as comfortable as you need for the time it takes you to get to the source of it.”
“I appreciate the generosity, your majesty.” Geralt said, forcing a polite smile upon his face that looked painful even to watch. “I’ll get on it right away.”
With the hardset face he entered the palace with, Moira wouldn’t have even thought it was possible for a Witcher to smile. But aside from the appeal this Witcher had and the promise he gave her brother on handling the Drowners, Moira knew that this couldn’t be solved by just slaying one beast and that this man probably had no idea what he was getting himself into on Skellige. She would say she’s been doing a good job at containing the issue at the least.
“I need to go.” Moira whispered to Saorise.
“Princess—” the mage tried to argue.
Moira needed to tell Rotty, Arnie, and Orin about the Witcher business as soon as possible. It could wait til they return, but she didn’t want to risk it knowing that they had to get their stories straight in case they got involved.
Realistically, she wouldn’t admit that her ego had been tainted ever so slightly knowing that solving the Drowners problem would all be credited to the Witcher when she had been putting the work in for weeks now. Then again, as much as she tried to deny it, it was her mess in the first place. But if her family knew of what she was doing, she’d surely be shipped off to Cintra.
Turning on the heels of her boots, Moira left the throne room and was welcomed by the quiet halls and their eerie paintings, picking up her pace when she was out of sight from everyone else. But faintly against the glossy marble floors, she heard a heavy pair of boots catching up to her.
“Princess.” said the deep, even tired voice of the Witcher.
Immediately straightening her spine, Moira turned around, nearly staggering back when she realized how quickly Geralt had caught up to her.
“Good evening, Sir…Witcher? Geralt?”
Gods, she hated herself. Every once of confidence in the face of a man who spent his life killing off monsters disappeared into thin air and watching the corner of his lip twitch upwards in the slightest made her only feel more ashmed.
“Geralt is fine.”
Nodding slowly, Moira averted her eyes elsewhere, hoping that he would get to the point of what he wanted to say.
“And what can I help you with, Geralt?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.
Then, the Witcher crossed his arms and looked down at her.
“What can you tell me about the Drowners that have been terrorizing your people?”
Suddenly, her shoulders fell and her posture slacked as she looked at him incredulously. It was impossible for him to have an inkling of an idea that she had been hunting them already. Her mind jumped to Saorise but even if her mage did let it slip, there wouldn’t have been any time for her to mention it to the Witcher given how quickly he caught up to her after leaving the throne room.
“I beg your pardon?” Moira scoffed.
Geralt bemusingly raised his brows at her. “I don’t encounter Drowners often, but I would recognize the scar on your back anywhere.”
Every word that has come from his mouth since he stepped foot into the hallway has been one crashing wave after another. Mentally, she was caught under the tide, every breath for air being cut off by another surprise from him.
“How the hell can you see that?” she snapped, foolishly glancing behind her as if she would be able to see the three claw marks.
The smug look on his face did not fade as he waited for her to finally explain, staring at her with those golden eyes that made her feel like he already knew every lie she was about to spew.
“Your mage did the trick, however, those kinds of spells can sometimes only hide things from the human eye.”
Sighing heavily, it made sense and she inwardly groaned, unable to even be frustrated at Saorise for not including every living soul in the spell that hid her wounds. But then again, no one expected a Witcher to arrive on the castle’s doorstep. There was no sense in lying now, but that didn’t mean she had to listen to her rationale.
“My friends and I were enjoying a walk by the waters and one caught us by surprise. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t want my family to worry so my mage covered up for me.” Moira said, as innocent as possible.
The Witcher was here for coin, and that was it. But even still, she couldn’t risk letting anyone know what she had been doing away from the castle for the people.
“And you didn’t notice anything strange about this one?”
“Of course not, it looked like it normally looks.”
The words slipped out so fast that she didn’t even realize what she had said, and her face seemed to drain of all its color like the lie she had been caught in was sucking it away.
“So, you have seen them before?” Geralt asked, raising a brow.
Moira shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Of course I have. Everyone knows at least one of them pops up every year.”
Geralt’s face settled, and he too crossed his arms, heaving out a sight as his golden eyes scanned the hall around them. Perhaps she was safe for now, but she could hear her own heartbeat pulsing in her ears now as she stared at his chizeled face.
“You’re lying.” he said, his gaze falling back on her.
Moira blinked at him, brows furrowing at the Witcher who was beginning to irritate her.
“I believe you’re saying that in hopes that I will admit to lying, which I’m not.”
As her blood began to boil, she could see in Geralt’s eyes that he was finding this amusing.
“I could hear your heartbeat when your brother first brought up the Drowners and even now, it sounds like your heart is ready to explode in your chest.”
Moira stood there, focusing now on how fast her heart had been racing and realizing she had become flustered as she tried to keep up with her story with every question the Witcher threw at her. If she couldn’t cover it up anymore, she knew a diversion was her best bet.
“That’s very romantic of you.” Moira scoffed, rolling her eyes before settling back on him with a stern glare. “And rude.”
“You don’t strike me as the Princess to follow such formalities. After all, you did tell the Queen to go eat a loaf of bread.” Geralt shrugged.
“This is ridiculous!” Moira laughed dryly, throwing her hands in the air. “I could tell my brother to send you away right now for speaking to a Princess like this, let alone his sister. Drowners be damned, he wouldn’t tolerate your behavior.”
Geralt then stepped closer, just enough so that Moira had to tilt her head up and she could have swore that her heart stuttered in her chest as she was now forced to look at him. She didn’t back up, and thought maybe she should for a second, but her pride got the best of her as she tilted her chin up.
“You won’t tell your brother because you know that you can’t fend off the Drowners on your own.”
Moira considered telling the Witcher her theories as to why the Drowners were traveling closer to villages, she considered letting it be known that she had been hunting them down as best as she could, and maybe even offer to help him. But something in her bit down on her tongue, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of caving in so quickly.
“If you don’t mind, I would like to go to bed now. Just do what you have to do, collect your coin, and be on your way Witcher.” Moira said softly, turning on her heels once more to walk back to her room.
Every step down the hallway though, the hairs were still standing on the back of her neck, feeling those eyes staring at her spine even when she made it back to her quarters where not a single sound was to be made other than the bath water her maids were preparing for her.
Once she settled into the scorching hot water that was like candy to her aching muscles for the day, all Moira could do was lean her head back and shut her eyes in the granite tub hidden in its own little part of her room. Her thoughts mulled over her awful conversation with the Witcher, and deep down she was utterly, hopelessly convinced that he saw right through her lies and would find out the truth sooner or later.
“You ran off in a hurry.” said her mage as she entered the rom with a freshly cleaned towel and her nightgown.
Moira opened her tired eyes and looked at the women, her face falling just a little.
“Saorise, you don’t have to do that for me.” she sighed, watching as she placed down a small jar of herbs for her wound.
“I know you may not act like a Princess at times, but you deserve to be treated like one.” Saorise smiled, pulling over a chair.
Moira leaned forward, pulling her knees up to her chest where she rested her chin, exposing her upper back as the bubbles that smelled of lemon and sandalwood floated around her. They say in silence as Saorise gently rubbed the healing mixture over her wounds and she could have fallen asleep right then and there.
“Apparently the Witcher saw the scratches the Drowner made.”
Saorise sighed. “I was hoping your shirt would cover it enough for him not to notice. Witchers can often see through such a delicate spell I used. I didn’t know you two spoke.”
Moira huffed and smiled grimly.
“Oh, we spoke alright. The man is rude, pushy, and just annoying.”
“Sounds like a little girl I knew.” her mage chuckled.
“Okay, that is not the point.” Moira laughed, glancing back at her. “He was trying to find out what I knew about the Drowners, and somehow he knew I was lying about it all. It was quite forward, honestly. He said he could hear my heartbeat and knew that I was trying to fight them on my own more or less.” she ranted.
“Well, he obviously isn’t wrong, Princess. Why don’t you inform the Witcher on how much King Bran has miscalculated how many Drowners are actually lingering and let him handle it?”
That was a good point.
“The Witcher has officially pissed me off. He can go find out for himself quite frankly for all I care. But when Rotty, Orin, and Arnie come back I’m picking up right where we left off.” Moira said pridefully.
Moira could hear Saorise sigh behind her and even while she knew she was being a bit harsh, Geralt could not simply enter her home, demand answers, and pick apart every little word she spoke to him without thinking it would irritate her.
“King Bran is throwing a feast tomorrow for the Witcher’s arrival. Everyone from the Isles will be there to hopefully become aware that this situation will be handled. Maybe then you could try and have a more civil conversation with him.”
Of course, Bran was throwing a party for this. She would be lying if she said she hated them, but it left a bitter taste in her mouth at the thought of celebrating while families still mourned their losses.
The idea of trying to reason with the Witcher sounded better though, and perhaps she would give it another shot.
“I hate it when you’re right.”
“I always am so you must hate me terribly so.” Saorise sighed dramatically.
#geralt of rivera#Geralt of Rivia x you#the witcher#the witcher x you#geralt x you#geralt x yn#geralt x reader#geralt x oc#the witcher x reader#the witcher x oc#the witcher x yn
145 notes
·
View notes
Text
**updated 6/9**
**shoot me an ask if you want to be on my tag list!!**
**all x reader fics are gender neutral and do not contain specifics about body or race unless otherwise stated**
Henry
Stand Alones
Hungry Henry x OFC, rated M
Tack Room Henry x Reader, rated M
Period Pains Henry x AFAB!Reader, rated G
Are You Listening To Me Henry x OFC, rated M
A Different Kind Of Ice Cream Henry x OFC, rated T
Feverish Sick!Henry x Reader, rated G
Flying Buttons Henry x Reader, rated G
Put Your Head On My Chest Princess Henry x Anxious!Reader, rated G
Ice Skating Henry x Reader, rated G
Where's My Towel? Henry x Reader, rated T
Back Hugs Henry x Reader, rated G
A Perfect Sunday Morning Henry x OFC, rated T
Forehead Kisses Henry x Worried!Reader, rated G
Chasing Lips Henry x Reader, rated T
Giggly Cuddles Henry x Female!Reader, rated G
Birthday Cake Henry x Reader, rated M
Accidentally Knocking Your Head Into Henry's Chin Henry x Reader, rated G
An Incredibly Loud And Painful High Five Henry x Reader, rated G
I Will Always Need You Henry x Reader, rated T
Dire Attention Henry x Female!Reader, rated E
Thank You Henry x Reader, rated T
Nail Polish Henry x Minorly Injured!Reader, rated G
I'm Here, Sweetheart Henry x Reder, rated G
Home Henry x Reder, rated G
Painting Henry x Reader, rated G
Lay With Me Henry x Sick!Reader, rated G
Don't Take The Kisses Away Post Minor Surgery!Henry x Reader, rated G
It's Not Like That Insecure!Henry x Reader, rated G
Where Are All My Jumpers? Henry x Reader, rated G
Have I Ever Told You How Beautiful Your Eyes Are? Henry x Reader, rated G
I'm Done, We're Done Henry x Reader, rated G
Maybe If You Weren't So Drunk Henry x Drunk!Reader, rated T
How Did You Get In Here? Henry x Reader, rated G
What Did You Do? Henry x Female!Reader, rated M
You Promised Me A Cookie! Henry x Reader, rated G
Series
Injured Injured!Henry x Female!Reader, rated G
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
Hang In There Injured!Henry x Injured! Rated T
part 1 | part 2
Geralt
Stand Alones
Lazy Mornings Geralt x Reader, rated G
Confusing A Handshake For A Fist Bump Geralt x Reader, rated G
Morning, Humor Bug Geralt x Reader, rated M
Peppering His Face In Kisses Geralt x Reader, rated G
Magic Kisses Injured!Geralt x Male!Reader, rated T
Walter Marshall
Stand Alones
Can You Help Me With My Tie? Walter Marshall x Reader, rated T
Series
Can I Borrow Your Sweater? Walter Marshall x Reader, rated G
part 1 | part 2
August Walker
Stand Alones
Play With My Hair? August Walker x Female!Anxious!Reader, rated G
Clark Kent
Stand Alones
My Shower's Broke, Can I Borrow Yours? Clark Kent x Female!Reader, rated T
#henry cavill#henry cavill fanfic#henry cavill fanfiction#henry cavill drabble#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill x you#henry cavill one shot#henry cavill blurb#henry cavill masterlist#poppet writes#poppets masterlist#geralt#geralt of rivia#geralt x ofc#geralt x y/n#geralt x reader#clark kent#henry cavill superman#clark kent x reader#clark kent x yn#clark kent fanfic#august walker#august walker x reader#august walker fanfiction#august walker x y/n#walter marshall#walter marshall fanfiction#walter marshall x reader#walter marshall x you
476 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Summary: Ina of Cintra the Lioness's firstborn daughter has been a well-kept secret. her title as princess never leaving the castle walls, her abilities, abnormalities not being uttered without the blessing of the queen. She has her entire life planned and guided so she doesn't break the Crown's rules. She has been an outstanding model of good behavior, that's until she meets a certain witcher.
Word Count: 3.6K
Warnings: Blood and gore, swearing, mentions of death
I
“Ma’am…” Knock, knock, knock. I had heard whoever it was coming to wake me up before they even got to my door.
“Yes?” I heard them hold their breath, they weren’t expecting me to be awake.
“Uh-uh yes ma’am, Druk is outside. He has sent for you.”
“Yes thank you. I’m awake.” I said as I rose from my bed. Folding at the hips my fingers gazed at the floor as I yawned in a stretch. My spins cracked along with my shoulders.
“Yes of course ma’am” There were no footsteps and the heartbeat was still there outside the door.
“You may leave now.”
“Right right, yes ma’am.” Scurried light footsteps filled the empty hall as they left.
With a heavy sigh, I contemplated the day I had ahead of myself. Mornings with Druk were never different. The day was was one full day of drills, day two was one different full day of drills than to day three, four, five, then repeat next week. Druk wasn’t like other witchers I had met. He wasn’t focused on the coin or glory. Maybe it’s because he saw his brothers and mentors be slaughtered when his Keep fell.
“Knock knock.” My eyes snapped to the door of my room, dragging attention away from the gauntlet on my. My mother stood at the door. She was still in her sleep clothes, a wool robe hugged her body as she smiled softly at me from the door.
“Morning mother,” I said looking back at my gauntlet, huffing in frustration as I struggled to get them tied.
Wordlessly my mother walked across the room, grabbing my arm as she sat in the chair across from the one I was in. her fingers delicately tied the strings tightly, the gauntlets tightening around my wrists. Once finished, she softly held one of my hands, her face was cold, stoic as always. But once she looked me in the eyes I saw the fear.
“You know, don’t you…” I nodded my head. Looking out the window of my room, breaking eye contact. I stood up walking from her to the armored cabinet in my room. I grabbed my two swords from their hooks looking over them and assessing their sharpness.
“I heard you and the court talking last night. Many in this castle forget I have super hearing.” I heard her sigh heavily, shakily.
“I’m so sorry, Ina…” I turned to her. Her gaze was on the floor, her chest rising and falling fast.
“Mum...don’t cry…” I crouched down by her side, my hands going to hers squeezing them. She looked back at me, one hand cupping my face. Her thumb softly brushed over the scar on my left cheek.
“I’m so sorry I brought you into this world...Into this life...I wish I had known your life would be so painful…” I leaned into her warm hand, my eyes closing as she spoke.
“Stop blaming yourself...everything happens for a reason...and no matter what happens after the meeting today...I will always love you.” Her hand moved from my face to my neck. She pulled me into her chest, hugging me tightly.
“I’m so sorry.” Hse sobbed into my hair, rocking us back and forth. I said nothing, just kept my arms around her, holding her while she sobbed. Her tears wetting the spot she laid on my shoulder.
“Don’t be…”
II
“You know princess, I do not normally wait. You are lucky the gold and wine your mother gives is so good.” Druk’s voice was below a whisper as we snuck through the damp dark woods. My hands felt the tree bark under us as we slowly tipped around the fallen trees, as to make as little noise as possible. Funny with Druk’s big mouth.
“My mother is very worried about the meeting tonight,” I whispered back, following him as he weaved in and around the thickly wooded forest. We were hot on the trails of a stray kikimore that had been terrorizing a southern village. Druk and I were sent to take care of it.
“Are you worried?” Druk asked, pausing to look back at me.
I stopped too for a moment, thinking about his question.
My eyes searched the forest around us while we sat in silence. The forest was no longer lush and green. Late Saovine meant the world was cold, covered in ice and snow. Nothing was awake. All the animals were in hibernation, birds had flown south for the winter. The only things still awake were the monsters.
“No. I’m not. Should I be?” Druk looks away from me, his amber eyes searching the forest around us.
“Tonight is the night a pannel of witchers, mages, and the royal court you belong to decide if you go through the trials...maybe a little of fear. It would be healthy.” I smirked and rolled my eyes.
“Fear isn’t necessary for my vocabulary.” Druk laughed softly, his head nodding as he looked me in the eyes again.
“Then don’t be afraid. Fuck em all. If any woman could survive the trials it’s you.” Once finished with his small sentiment, a cheesy grin spread across his face. He nodded his head in the direction of the kikimore and we both rook off after it again.
Our feet lept, ran, jumped, and sprinted across the fallen trees and rocks throughout the forest. The snow-covered ground would cause too much noise. Druk had gone to the Witcher school of the cat. He prides himself on his ability to remain stealthy and quiet, all while being just as lethal as witchers from other schools. He taught me to only put my feet on the ground when it really mattered. You’re much easier to be tracked and killed when you travel foot to the ground. But foot to a tree to rock is a different story.
Jumping from a rock onto a tree we scaled the side till we were above the tree line. Out heads stuck up and out of the dead branches. Our chests rising and falling heavily as we looked around, noses sniffing out the location of the kikimore. The high point giving us the advantage. Druk’s yellow eyes scanned the trees below while I sniffed the wind. He had better eyes than I. his mutations to thank for that. The wind blew softly and the thick smell of iron and rotting corpses seeped into my nostrils and filled my head.
“To the east,” I said quietly. Druk adjusted his direction eyes grazing the land elbow us. A small smirk graced his lips, he found it.
“It about four hundred yards northeast. Common princess no time to waste.” We quickly scaled our way down the tree till our feet were steady on the branches. He wasn’t wrong, we were already out way longer than we were intending. Meaning we were going to be late for the meeting.
Druk took the lead. His hand holding the hilt of his silver swords. His other hand out in front of him, his fingers gleaming with a soft blue tint. Aard was spoken in elder inaudible to the average human. He was prepared to blast the kikemore to give me more time to ambush it. Druk only ever took the lead, then he’d stand back and watch. He’d teach me a new skill by charging whatever beast. Whether it was a new sign manipulation, a new combat skill, or hell even how he wields his sword. He started, I’d then follow and clean up.
“Ready Ina?” There was a soft pop and a cork fell onto the ground below us with a soft thud. His head fell back the liquid pouring down his throat. He grimaced slightly before turning to me, his eyes were black as night, now white to be seen. The veins on his neck, face, and hands were dark black and bulging. The potion was vital for witchers, giving them heightened senses, and skills. Allowing their powers to increase.
“So fucking ready,” I said, a smile gracing my lips. He returned the smile, his more sinister with the help of his eyes.
My sword was in hand. The silver catching the few rays of sun peeking through the clouds above. We both moved silently through the brush. Out feet feather-light against the snow. We moved fast, never keeping pressure on one spot too long to not break the crust of the snow. Druk made it to the clearing first. The Kikimore was alerted to us as soon as we reached its small nest.
Druk’s hand thrust out in front of himself, a huge ball of blue light smacked into the kikimore, throwing it back and hard into the tree. Druk sheathed his sword and ducked behind me. The kikimore shook its head before it made eye contact with me. I crouched lower to the ground, eyeing the beast. It slowly started to move to its left, so I mimicked it. We slowly began circling one another. The Kikimore’s large gray limbs stabbed into the ground with every step. Its gross snarly face, red beady eyes looking me over, studying my every move. The only issue was I knew where and how it would be.
The kikimore pounced, its legs kicking up dirt as it tore after me. The short distance between us was gone in no time. I lunged out of the way. Diving and rolling away from the clumsy beast. I was much smaller, giving me an advantage.
“My my what an ugly fucker you are.” I mocked. The beast turned to me again, and let out a low grumbly growl. I was moving closer to its nest. I could smell the rotting bodies even worse as I moved slowly. My eyes never leaving the kikimore.
It charged again. I slashed my sword through the air, spinning around, splicing my sword up in the air. The kikimore squealed and screamed as its leg fell from its body. Spinning on my heels my sword slashed through the air again, making contact with its neck. The sword slashed through the beast’s thick, fat neck like butter. The screams stopped, the kikimore’s body falling limp on the ground, blood-spewing, and pooling on the ground and around my boots. I sighed heavily, a smile gracing my lips again as I whipped the dark black blood from my blade before sliding back into its sheath on my back.
Clap, clap, clap. “Very well done princess!! A full-grown warrior kikimore down in two strikes, no potions or magic!” Druk had a smile ear to ear, his potion still in effect. Seeing a laughing, happy smiling witcher with pure black eyes was a sight to see.
“Only as good as my mentor my dear friend,” I said with a laugh. Crouching to the ground, my hand gathering the small tuft of hair atop the kikimore’s head and lifted it so it was eye level with me. Blood dripped from its mouth, nose, and eyes. Its dark purple tongue hung out of its mangled mouth.
“Add another one to my list.”
III
“Common hurry Druk!!” I yelled through the rain as we ran up the cobblestone road towards the castle. The kikimore’s head swung over my shoulder. “We are already late they will have my head!!” Druk ran from the stables after me, quickly catching up with me right as I neared the doors.
The two guards opened them for us as we walked through. I breathed heavily, my lips blue as my teeth chattered. Despite my many abnormal traits I still got just as cold as the average human. The rain had come out of nowhere. The two of us speed walk down the corridor, our muddy boots squeaking against the marble floors as we got closer to the royal library. A place I’d only ever been when I was being threatened by the crown’s court. The doors appeared ahead of us as we both halted before we could be close enough to be heard. The floor below us was wet as we dripped head to toe.
Glancing at Druk I gulped, now that I was about to walk into the room, I was more than terrified. The prospect of the trials was so much closer than they had ever been my entire life. Druks hand went to my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“You’ve got this.” He whispered, before giving me a soft push towards the door. I took a deep breath before shoving the door open, swallowing the fear and placing the stoic look of my mother back on my face.
The voices in the room stopped when I walked in. my boots stopping heavily on the floor. My eyes glanced around the room, everyone there were people I have known for many years. My mother stood in the center of the room by her throne, my sister who was not supposed to be here was next to her. They looked scared.
“Sorry, I’m late, had a prior arrangement.” I heaved the beast’s head over my shoulder and threw it on the floor. It flopped down and rolled a little its tongue falling out as its cold dead eyes stared up at Gadri, a member of the Crowns Court. His face scrunched in disgusts before he kicked it away from his shoes.
“You are nearly three hours late, Ina.” I rolled my eyes my attention going back to my mother and sister.
“What is she doing here?” I asked pointing to my sister.
“We think it’s important that the future queen gets to help make choices regarding her subjects.” Hazzez, a plump fat little man with a bald shiny head and large white mustache and beard said standing from his seat.
I huffed, the corner of my lip pulling into a sly smirk as I shook my head. Water falling on the floor.
“Yes, the future queen who passes her sister even tho her sister is the senior. Yes, and my sister needs to be in control of whether I will be subjected to the trials and if I’ll die or not.” Druks witcher attitude tended to rub off on me. Witchers are trained, to be honest, overly honest. Blunt and rude is what many present them as.
“Ina. enough.” my mother said sternly, her jaw tightening. I bite my tongue nodding my head. My fingers pulled at the buttons of my jacket, throwing it on the floor in a wet pile. The room was cold, making the wet clothes on my body send shivers down my spine.
I glanced around the room, eyeing the other members of the Crown’s Court. And then the other few people who were in the room. Tissaia, a mage from Aretuza smiled at me fondly as we made eye contact.
“Hello, princess, my how you’ve grown.” Her voice filled the empty room. I smiled back at her.
“Tissaia-” I bowed my head to her softly, “yes, it’s been a while hasn’t it? What 15 years?”
“17 years.” my mother chimed in behind me.
“Whos the mystery man next to you?” I asked her, she glanced over at the witcher who was perched next to her. Druk was seated next to him.
“Well get to that in a second. Please sit down.” Hazzez said, gesturing to a lone isolated chare in the middle of the room.
It was as if I was on trial, for simply being born.
IV
“Druk how has she been doing?” My mother asked, her eyes glaring daggers at the five men who were attempting to discredit the years of work and training I had done with Druk.
Durk rose from his seat next to the other witcher, a bored look on his face. “She is exceptional. Not only her physical talents in combat and swords but her book knowledge. I’ve trained three other witchers before her, and none of them come close to the skills she posses. She is a skilled alchemist, a skilled swordsman, she is skilled in nearly every talent she tries. I would trust her in a battle to have my back any day. It has been an honor training her for 15 years, your highness.” I smiled at him, a smirk covering his lips.
“With all due respect your highness we are not interested in what the witcher from a failed school has to say. The witcher to his right has been watching her and keeping track of her success. That’s who we care about.”
Before the witcher could address them, Tissaia stood up. “What is the problem here gentlemen. On her fifth birthday, you all made this a rule. You said her abnormalities would only ever benefit her if she was trained as an assassin or a witcher. She has been trained for 17 years by a witcher, as a witcher. She has proven time and time again she doesn’t need the trials and mutations to be as skilled as a witcher.”
“Thank you, Tissaia, but need I remind you that you are only here to as a stand-in for the mage in your court who can still perform the mutations. Please sit down and be quiet.” My mother shot Tissaia a look, making her shut her mouth and sit down. The witcher next to Druk stood up.
“I have been following her and her trainer. For months now. Even just today I followed them while they killed the stray Kikimore. She killed the Kikimore with two strikes something many of my boys have struggled with as fully mutated and trained witchers. She without a doubt has a talent and a heart of the witcher.” I heard my mother’s breath catch in her throat as she held my sister’s hand. My sister was stating at me, had been since I sat down. Her face was painfully still, her throat tight as she breathed heavily. She looked scared, so did my mother.
“Tissaia, you will take Ina to Kear Morhen. Along with the mages in your court. The mutations will be done by the end of the week.” My throat ran dry. Hazzez kept talking but my brain tuned him out. None of us thought they would go through with this. The chances of me surviving the trials and the mutations were nearly impossible. Less than 20% of the boys who face the trials died. And the mutations are designed for male genetics, not females. I was never supposed to be mutated, just trained.
“Hazzez you piece of shit!!” My mother screamed as she stood from her chair. Her hand reached for the dagger she kept strapped to her thigh.
Her hand came down quickly with the shinny dagger, flying towards Hazzez face. My hands quickly caught her arms and I pushed her back. Knowing if she killed one of her court members over me I would surely be sent away and killed, no chance of survival.
“Mother mother please stop it please,” I screamed into her red, tear-stained face as she attempted to fight me off. Her chest rose and fell heavily. She hissed through her gritted teeth, she was probably breaking teeth.
“Queen Calanthe-” Hazzez spoke. I turned to look at him, my back to my mother. Her dagger is in my hand. I threw it to the floor, kicking it away. “Do not forget the sympathy the crown, and your father gave you for your bastard daughter. She should have been killed out of the womb. But your father cared too much for you. Count your blessing that you got 20 years with her, and at least she will die with a little bit of dignity.” Hazzez stood up to leave, the four men ready to follow him, they gathered their belongings.
“Gentlemen.” My mother said, her voice harsh and cold like the wind outside. Her brows set in a low glair as she looked them up and down. “I am still your queen, you do not get to control everything. It’s clear you’ve made your choice, but when it happens. That is my choice. She is my daughter. I choose when she goes with the witcher. I do not know when that will be but it will be after her sister’s betrothal. If you have an issue with that, find a new court to control.” the five men looked at her, then each other before nodding and walking out of the room silently.
My mother’s hands held my arms as she dragged me into her chest. My sister came up to us both, her hands wrapping around both my mother and me I. her head resting on my shoulder. Wrapping one arm around her and one around my mother, I let my fear fall. My fear came out in silent sobs. My shoulders shook, my eyes clouding as I stared at the wall behind my sister. The tears pooled down my face.
My mother pulled back, one hand on each of my cheeks, her fingers brushing my tears away.
“You will be the first female witcher to ever be. You will make history.” my shoulders started to shake more violently as I cried more. The impending end of my life is on the horizon. My mother’s denial was just to help her cope, but we both knew how it would end.
“Mum...we both know what will happen to me...I won’t survive it.” my voice was broken as I spoke caving as I cried. Her fingers moved faster to wipe my tears as she shushed me. My sister’s hands are on my arms and back.
“Even if that’s the case, it won’t be for at least another month. Live your life for the next month the way you want to, no regrets,-”
“No hesitations.” I interrupted her, a small smile tugging at my lips. Her eyes softened at me. She leaned in placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
“You can do this Ina. You are the Lioness Cub. If anyone can do it, it’s you.”
#henry cavill x yn#henry cavill x oc#henry cavill x you#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill imagine#geralt imagine#geralt smut#geralt x reader#geralt of rivera#witcher geralt#geralt fanart#geralt x oc#geralt of rivia#geralt fanfic#geralt of rivia x oc#geralt x Ina#Geralt of rivia#witcher jaskier#witcher yennefer#witcher fic#witcher oc#witcher Ina#queen calanthe#pavetta#Ina#Ina Of Cintra#Cintra#witcher fanfiction#witcher ciri#witcher netflix
151 notes
·
View notes
Text
A/N. This is the actual prompt for one of my request, because tumblr hates me and flipped the order of things. Here you go anon!
Prompt 14: First kiss
Pairing: Geralt x reader
Summary: After a difficult hunt, Geralt makes a realization.
400 Follower Celebration
Taglist
The First Kiss
You had spent the entire afternoon nervously waiting for Geralt to return. The last few days he had been away on a contract, only coming back to the clearing where you had set up camp late at night. You would surface from sleep as he lay down behind you, your bedrolls close together to help conserve heat. When you woke the next morning he would be gone, a bowl of food left by the fire for you. It was these small gestures that had done it, making you fall more and more in love with the Witcher.
That morning had been different; Geralt was still in the clearing when you woke up, carefully sorting through his potions before sharpening his silver sword. He was finally ready to finish his hunt, having studied the monster enough to know what it is and have set a trap for it. He had left early that afternoon, wanting to fight the creature at dusk when it was at its weakest. You had been anxious the whole afternoon, pacing the clearing before you finally settled in front of the fire, determined to distract yourself by preparing a stew for dinner.
A twig snapping startled you from your reverie, heavy panting alerting you to another presence in the clearing. You had whirled around, spoon falling from your fingers as you saw Geralt, face pale as he stumbled out of the trees. You were on your feet in a flash, quickly slotting yourself under his arm as you led him to a log he had pulled next to the fire days earlier. You helped him lower himself onto the seat before your nimble fingers were picking at the bindings on his armour, knowing he wanted to relieve himself of the weight after a fight.
“How was the hunt? Are you hurt anywhere?” At his silence, you stilled and looked up to find his golden eyes locked onto your face. “Geralt?”
He seemed to shake himself, eyes losing some of their intensity as his gaze softened. “No, I’m not hurt anywhere, just tired.”
“Good.” You nodded to yourself before continuing with your task, sliding his vambraces from his arms before starting on his leather chest piece. You jumped when his fingers closed over yours, halting your movements. You looked up to see his gaze on you once again, something stirring deep in them. You shifted slightly, a tension falling over the clearing as you met his eyes. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, you instinctively closing your eyes as you leaned into the touch.
“Y/N…” your name fell from his lips, an almost pleading tone stirring something deep inside of you. Feeling bold, you turned your head to press a gentle kiss against his palm, hearing his breath hitch above you before he tugged you up, setting you on his knee as he pressed his forehead to yours. The hunt must have gone badly, shaken him more than usual. You tried not to hope too hard, you didn’t want to let yourself down if this was as far as he would go. Steeling yourself, you forced the thoughts to the back of your head as you looked at him, brows furrowing at the difference in the Witcher.
“Are you alright, Geralt? Did something happen?” You sucked in a breath as his hand came up once more, his leather gloves having been discarded at some point to allow his bare skin to brush over your cheek. He seemed to hesitate, indecision on his face before he swallowed, a determined air settling over him.
“It was a hard fight, and it made me see things. I may be reaching, but I thought…” he trailed off as he fidgeted, anxiety clear on his face.
“It’s okay, Geralt. You can tell me anything, you know that.” You tried to soothe the large man, never having seen him like this.
“I know, and that’s why- Y/N, I care for you, a lot. More than a- more than-” Your heart melted as he stuttered, a slight blush covering his cheeks. You thought you understood what he was trying to say so you leaned forwards, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips to silence him. As you pulled back, you shifted slightly, a dumbfounded expression apparent on his face. Nervousness grew in you at his lack of response, doubt flaring as you wondered if you misread the situation.
Before you could get too far into your self-doubt, Geralt growled low in his chest, one hand wrapping around your waist as the other tangled itself into his hair. He pulled you towards him, crashing his lips against yours, nipping at your bottom lip. The kiss was desperate, whines falling from your mouth as you chased his, teeth knocking together, breath mingling as you finally got what you had been hoping for. You pulled back, chest heaving as you gasped for air, the Witcher pulling you down to lean against his chest. The hand in your hair loosened, fingers running through the strands in a continuous pattern.
“Was that okay?” Geralt’s tentative voice broke the silence, a smile coming to your lips at the question. You pushed off his chest, your eyes soft as you reached a hand up to cup his face. He nuzzled into your skin, similar to a puppy looking for warmth.
“It was very much okay, you can do that anytime you want.” A laugh broke from your lips before you were cut off as he pressed his lips against yours once more. You wound your hands into his silver strands, eliciting a growl from his as you tugged on them. A strange scent slowly filtered into your consciousness, your nose wrinkling at the bitter smell. You pulled away from him, gasping as you flung yourself off his lap and headed for the fire, a deep laugh rumbling out of Geralt’s chest as he realized what happened.
“The stew!”
#the witcher#naowrites#400 follower celebration#the witcher fandom#geralt#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader#geralt x reader insert#geralt x you#geralt x y/n#geralt x yn#geralt of rivia x reader#geralt of rivia x reader insert#geralt of rivia x you#geralt of rivia x yn#geralt of rivia x y/n#geralt fic#geralt fanfic#geralt fanfiction#geralt of rivia fic#geralt of rivia fanfic#geralt of rivia fanfiction#the witcher fic#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher fanfic
195 notes
·
View notes
Text
Geralt of Rivia
🦋 innocence 🦋 make up sex 🦋 golden 🦋 (multi-character/fandom masterlist) 🦋
@sinner-as-saint
🦋 eye contact 🦋
@captainsy-cookiemonster
🦋 does the carpet match the drapes 🦋
@sif-the-tsunami
🦋 healing hands 🦋
@clints-lucky-arrow
🦋 mine 🦋
@stranger-nightmare
🦋 little red, big bad 🦋 feast 🦋
@littlefreya
🦋 bratty ways 🦋
@voxmortuus
🦋 masterlist 🦋
@chixkencxrry
🦋 a jealous man 🦋
@sunflowersteves
#geralt of rivia#geralt of rivia smut#geralt x yn#the witcher netflix#the witcher smut#the witcher fic#the witcher fanfic#the witcher#henry cavill smut#henry cavill fic#henry cavill#geralt x reader#geralt x y/n#geralt of rivia x reader#geralt smut#geralt of rivia headcanons#the witcher headcanons#sinner as saint
335 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
we-eternal-rp
𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
nekumiho
morton salt jr
verbrannt47
Verbrannt47
shyparadox
Weirder things have happened
agambarasblog
Untitled