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heraldofsomething · 10 months
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cosmos-coma · 1 year
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Sick Days- Geralt
Pairing: Geralt x Reader
Words: ~1.1k
Summary: You refuse to tell Geralt that you're sick and so he has to find out the hard way
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“How are you doing back there, Y/n?” Geralt called back to you, he and Roach taking the lead on this narrow path.
The partly cloudy afternoon was more than welcome to you compared to the rain you had pushed through all day yesterday. And the day before. Ugh. 
Honestly, you liked rain as a whole, but the added chill in the air and the absolute soaking of your jacket left you feeling tired, feverish, and sniffly. You dared not let Geralt know that you were growing sick, the deadline to get to Novigrad was drawing closer and you refused to be the cause for missing it.
“Yep, yeah, I’m okay back here…” you lied. Your vision had begun spinning and your vision started lagging behind your eyes about 10 minutes ago. Your light tunic clung to your skin as your fever made you sweat relentlessly. Your various layers were laying across your horse in an unceremonious heap where you had left them and- wait, did you lose a jacket along the way? Hmm, you couldn't remember.
You let out a soft hum as a faint breeze cooled your skin and gave you a moment of relief from the sweltering heat.
 “Y/n?” Geralt called out to you, “did you hear what I said?”
“Hm? Oh, no… what were you saying?” Your eyes closed as you tried to listen, your ears only picking up garbled noises. You could feel your body begin to get to tired to hold itself together, but you had to fight through it. 
“Hmm, That’s interesting… “ you replied- well you're pretty sure that’s what you said. You… couldn’t be sure right now. Your consciousness filled with nothing more than a dense fog you couldn't seem to fan away. 
“Yes very interesting…” you slurred out as your mind finally forced your body to shut down and everything went dark.
“Y/n, you’re not making any sense- shit..!” Geralt turned just in time to see you fall off your horse with a great big THUD. A pathetic groan was the last sound your barely conscious body sent out as Geralt yelled again and ran to your limp body. 
“Y/n?” he shook you, “Fuck… and you’re burning up,” he commented and swiftly picked you up, your skin blazing and burning against his. “Let’s get you to an Inn, we’re done traveling for today…”
You woke up on clean linens, your body stripped down to its underclothes and covered in damp washcloths to keep you cool. “Hmm, Geralt...?” you grunted out as you sat up, rolled up cloth falling from your forehead, “Oh- nope, no, no, no... too dizzy…” you sighed and promptly laid down again. 
“Welcome back, sleeping beauty…” Geralt jested and sat on the edge of the bed- his expression slowly changing to something more sincere, his voice quieting as he urged you to take in the seriousness of his words. “You scared me back there… why didn’t you tell me that you were sick..? That you had a fever..?”
Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find an adequate explanation, but it never came.
“You could have died if you’d fallen over a cliff's edge…if your head had hit rocks…” Geralt couldn’t even meet your eyes as he talked- instead opting to replace the damp cloths on your forehead. “You’re not as hearty as a Witcher is- you know that.” 
You frowned, feeling more and more like a scolded child as he spoke to you. You shook your head and glanced outside instead of anywhere near this conversation. 
“Y/n...” Geralt sighed, knowing exactly what you were doing, “Dear heart..?” he tried once more, finally catching your gaze. 
“I don’t mean to make your softness such a flaw- you know it's exactly what pulled me into you in the first place..” A small smile crept over his features as he briefly remembered your first meeting. “But you need to let me know when to slow down, okay? Remind me now and then to be a little softer too,” he spoke so quietly that you were sure nothing else in the world could have heard him but you. 
Your own expression reflected his smile and his whispered words fluttered around your heart “I will… I promise.” your fingers reached out for his, searching around until they captured his touch. “Oh, how long have I been out? We need to keep going” you urged, using your aching arm to bring his hand up to your lips in a soft kiss before you struggled to pull yourself upright.
But Geralt only laughed and shook his head as he helped you sit up, “now I see where Ciri gets her endless determination from- neither of you wants to stop for a minute to take care of yourselves.”
“We learned it from YOU, Geralt…” you grinned, sniffling as your nose threatened to run. 
Eyes rolling, his smile became even wider. “Anyways… I mean to say that you shouldn’t worry about it… we’ve been making good time, we can spare a day to let you rest and recover.” 
You nodded and relaxed a bit more, rolling your shoulder and cracking your back as you tried to get comfortable. “Good… Good, I really can’t fall off like that again. I feel like I just slammed shoulder-first into a shaelmaar…”
“I bet,” Your witcher snorted, a knowing smile hiding behind your hand as he brought it up to kiss in return. “Do you think some desert would make that shoulder feel any better?”
“Hmmmmmm, I think it’s a good start… that might help being sick but maybe you can rub my shoulder later..?” you grinned, knowing you were pushing it, but that hadn’t failed you yet. 
A genuine laugh pulled itself from Geralt as he stood, audible and even forming a faint crease around his eyes. For a witcher, it might as well have been a full belly laugh the way their stoic expressions dampen everything. 
You beamed and watched your handsome witcher as he headed off to get you dessert. You wouldn’t be surprised if his heart was as golden and lovely as his eyes were.  “Hey, Geralt? I love you…” 
“I love you too, Dear heart… no matter how soft you make me.” He said with a smile as he came back to your side and leaned down to press a sweet kiss against your lips.
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The Wolf
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The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt
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Just a collection of screenshots I took in the Witcher 3 today.
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pipstr · 1 year
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jay-arts-t · 1 year
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Geralt: Would you dip your balls in ghost pepper sauce for 100,000 crowns?
Lambert: YES.
Lambert: Wait no.
Lambert: Maybe.
Geralt: why did you say yes so quickly
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lilbleate4 · 2 years
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Transmasc!Geralt x (GN)Trans!Reader Headcanons
(A/N: I write Geralt as the type of transmasc that doesn't have a lot of dysphoria and is comfortable with his breasts. If you are uncomfortable with that, don't read this. Also, don't read this if you're cis, it makes me heavily uncomfortable. All of these are written as non-sexual. I don't write suggestive or smutty things.)
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He gets it. Not the type of person to make a big deal about it, but he also wouldn't just brush it off. He wants to make sure you know he supports you and understands.
Definitely forgets to tell you that he's also trans. Oops.
You find out later once he casually mentions it in conversation. He kind of just thought it was obvious and apologizes.
Geralt used to wear a binder when he was younger, but he doesn't really care anymore. Most of the time he goes without it, cause he doesn't like how it feels under his armor. If he HAS to put something on, he opts for a VERY worn bralette.
If you wear a binder/bra, he'd probably offer to help you in and out of it. Not cause he thinks you're incapable, he just likes the intimacy of it.
Casually nude a LOT. Just walks around half naked or entirely naked.
Very supportive, through and through. If your identity fluctuates, you don't know how you identify or you just don't identify with anything at at all, he's got you. There's times where even he questions his gender identity.
Feels more comfortable getting you gifts with you actually around. He doesn't want to buy something you don't want, he'd rather you know than it be a surprise and you end up disliking it.
This applies greatly to clothes.
There's a lot of clothes he thinks you'd like, but he doesn't want to get something that makes you feel dysphoric.
LOVES IT when you lay your head on his chest. Absolutely adores it. Wouldn't have it any other way.
If you listen closely, you can hear his heart speed up a little when you lay down on him.
Likes to ride Roach with you in his lap. Or behind him. But he prefers to be able to see you. It's a trauma thing smh.
If you have trouble correcting people on your pronouns, he's happy to do it for you to help you build up the confidence to be able to do it yourself.
But he also understands that people have different boundaries and that you might not be out of the closet yet, or ever.
Likes to see you bashful because of a compliment he gave you or because of a romantic gesture. It makes him happy to know he makes you feel good.
Likes to clean his swords and armor in your presence. It's comforting to know you're there. Is not against you cuddling him while he does it.
Being in a relationship with you probably helped him realize that he was much more comfortable in a relationship with another trans person. He didn't feel like he needed to hide himself.
You guys stay at Corvo Bianco for a few months each year, before bidding your farewells and heading back on the path. B.B. is also very supportive of trans people, so you don't have to worry about that.
WANTS YOU TO MEET ESKEL, LAMBERT, CIRI, VESEMIR, REGIS, DANDELION, ETC SO BAD. He understands tho if you're not ready for that.
He just wants to show everyone how great his partner is. (And also maybe acceptance from his family)
Ciri loves you. You make Geralt happy, that's all she could ask for.
Lambert is a bit more critical of you, just cause he's protective smh. Grows close with you over time.
Eskel is a professional polite and is just happy Geralt found someone to love.
Vesemir respects you but also teases the hell out of you and Geralt, as do the boys.
At the end of the day, they're all fiercely supportive of you and Geralt sometimes thinks his heart is gonna burst from happiness.
Very gentle kisser. Likes to rest your foreheads together. It helps keep him grounded.
Geralt is just the best husband smh
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lakka-arts · 10 months
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my only thoughts regarding twn
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heraldofsomething · 6 months
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The Battle of Kaer Morhen - (1/6) Geralt & Lambert
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cosmos-coma · 1 year
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More Geralt content PLEASEE 😭
Something angsty with a happy ending maybe
Savior
A/N: I'm not really sure if this is the angst you had in mind but this idea has been bouncing around my head for a few days now.
Pairing: Geralt X Reader
Words: 767
Warning: blood and violence (canon level), unedited
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Your mind was woozy and spinning around the dimly lit room. Your tongue tasted metallic and vile as blood coated your tongue. 
“I won't say anything…” You repeated, your head lolling forward as you tried desperately to focus on the face in front of you. 
A few weeks ago you had come into an extremely valuable journal belonging to a long-gone member of the school of the Bear. It detailed the entire process and materials on how to turn someone into a witcher. Everyone had thought that knowledge had disappeared along with most of the witchers after the sieges, but it seems that one had the wherewithal to write it all down beforehand. 
You knew that none of the wolves supported making any more witchers, their own childhoods being proof enough of how shitty it was, but you thought it best to have in case anything catastrophic were to happen.
“You’re a bad liar. I know you found it, I just need to know where you're keeping it hidden…” He wiped the blood from his knuckles and tightened the leather straps that held you affixed to the chair. “You’re making this far harder than it needs to be…”
“You’re making it harder than it needs to be..” you tried to throw back at him, but between your swollen black eye and the concussion you're 90% sure you had some of it came out slurred and directed about 6 inches too far to the left. 
“I think you’re all done here.” A new voice came, low and familiar, and as you forced your good eye fully open you saw the familiar flash of white hair and gold eyes. 
“Geralt…” you sighed in relief. As you looked over him you saw his stance rigid with pressurized anger and something dark in those Yellow cat eyes that stirred something deep inside you. 
You let your eyes close as your Witcher rushed towards your captor, the thuds of fists against flesh echoing about the small stone room. “Geralt..?” you called after a minute, once the noises all stopped. 
“I’ve got you now, bookworm… I knew we shouldn’t have brought that journal around in the open.” came his soothing voice not far from your face. The leather straps came away from your wrists and ankles and calloused fingers gently touched your cheek. 
Geralt gently touched your split lip and busted cheek, frowning when you winced away from his caring touch. They had done so much to you and all because he had left you alone despite his better judgment.
“Come on, I’ll get you back to the Inn and get you cleaned up, and then we can have a nice dinner on me, okay? They won’t bother you again...” His words melted into you like honey and made your body instantly soften and relax. His arms wrapped around your waist to keep you upright as you raised to your feet, slightly wobbly. 
Your eye peeked open as you walked out with Geralt, catching the bloody lump of flesh that was now curled up on the floor. They might not have been dead, but you're sure they wished they were. Serves them right. 
You didn’t register most of the trip back to the inn, but you did register the sweet gentle embrace of the bed as Geralt laid you back against the blankets. The room was quiet between the two of you as he took care of you with the gentlest touch you had ever felt from him. You just caught the small smile that crossed his face as you leaned into the cold cloth he held against your bruised eye. 
“I’m proud of you, you know…” He mused quietly.
“What for? I got taken and beaten like a rookie…” 
He laughed softly, “You forget you are a rookie, sweetheart,” he said only half sarcastically, “No. It’s because I saw the scratches and bruises on that guy that took you. You fought back well- we just have a few things to work on for next time.” 
You winced as your split lip stretched into a small smile, but you couldn't help the way your witcher lit you up. “You’re a big softie, Witcher… I globe you so much..” 
He snorted and shook his head as he brushed your hair out of your face. “ Did you mean ‘love’ perchance?” 
“You mean love…” you half laughed, half grumbled as you pulled his hand over your eyes to cover the aching light that shined in your eyes. 
“Okay, I think that’s the concussion talking, sweetheart. But I ‘globe’ you too.” He said with a ridiculous grin.
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airenfolio · 1 year
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Finally doing a witcher piece! here are some progress shots, still a wip!
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The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt
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vvitchering · 1 year
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Din’s new Nevarro neighbors realizing pretty quickly that the new guy will help you with anything if you ask him nicely. Got a leaky roof? He’ll climb up there and patch it and clean out the gutters while he’s at it. Old and need someone to run into town and pick up some groceries for you? How many potatoes do you need, ma’am? Some creep keeps harassing you? Don’t worry about it, it’s taken care of.
Din has all the thank-you pies, cakes, and pastries he and Grogu can eat.
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