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the-doctor-3000 · 4 months

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…. I love thundercats 2011.. can I request a “fatherly Panthro x Adopted daughter reader? All fluffy one shot. (maybe with a little angst on Panthro’s side, implying a very bad breakup between him and Grune.. they kinda gave me “lovers to enemies” vibes, you don’t have to I just thought it be cool) Panthro finding this small human child, covered in mud and no family left as her family’s farm was in ashes behind her, this happening during his time traveling Third Earth after just being betrayed by Grune.. the little girl completely helpless and alone, Panthro then impulsively decides to take her in.

she turns out to be a complete Chaotic bundle of energy.. who can apparently communicate with the wildlife like a classic Disney princess, before she even learns to actually talk.. he’s gradually becomes more attached and protective of HIS little Cub, Watching her grow into a headstrong and beautiful young woman.. and now he’s got horny Tomcats to worry about.. maybe ending when he finds The other Thundercats, and basically Growls in Lion-O’s face in a “Don’t even THINK of touching MY DAUGHTER” kinda way when the two of them started talking.. (meaning reader was actually flirting with the young King.. and he had the audacity to flirt back while Panthro was standing right there..)

OHMYGOSH!! THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!!

The moment Panthro found her, he swore to protect her with his own life. He knew the pain of being betrayed and left for dead. He knew the feeling of loneliness. He could not imagine how that child could be feeling.

He could see a farm being burned to ashes in the background, and he could easily put two and two together. She looked so fragile, like glass. To him, she was far more precious than gold and the kingdom. More valuable than his loyalty to the king.

Panthro did not want her to be left alone, to die, to have no one. So, he quickly decided to take her under his wing. At first... he didn't know why he did that, but now he knew he made the right choice.

He was, of course, curious about her species since he had never seen humans before but did not pressure her with questions.

She was so quiet when they met. If it weren't for the times he caught her talking to the animals, he would have assumed that she was mute. She warmed up to him eventually, seeing him like her actual father.

Years went by quickly, and y/n became quite a beautiful and charming young woman. Panthro taught her how to defend herself and fight, if needed, and he could not help but feel extremely proud whenever she would show off her skills while fighting the lizards whenever they would come across them during their travels.

Oh, how he wished she could be a cub again. How he wished these moments would last forever. Just the two of them.

The Thundercats came along and Panthro was not quite happy about it. Not after what he had been through. When he met the Thundercats, y/n was in the forest and was collecting berries for dinner.

He and the so-called King of Thundera went on to find her. She was singing and doing pirouettes, a wooden basket in her hands filled with berries. The animals of the region made their presence known, and she would talk to them and pet them.

She stopped when she noticed her father and Lion-O. She ignored Lion-O as she ran to her father's arms and hugged him tightly. "Father!" She beamed.

He hugged her back. "Hello there, cub." They pulled away. "Did you find anything?"

She grinned and nodded. "A lot, actually! They all seem to be safe, too!"

He chuckled as he raffled her hair playfully. "What would I do without you, cub?"

She smiled and then noticed Lion-O, she blushed a little. "Uhm... Hello! I am y/n!" She put out her hand for a handshake.

"Pleased to meet you! I am Lion-O." He said with a charming smile as he shook her hand before planting a kiss on the back of it.

The two of them then began talking as they made their way to the others. Panthro watched the exchange with a low growl and glared daggers at the young king. After their adventure that day, while they were camping, Panthro decided to scare the king away.

He walked up to him, his back straight and his head high. Not that he needed any of those since he was taller than all of them. "Listen, kid." He growled as he pointed at him. "I don't care if you are the king. Y/n is what matters the most to me."

"Where are you getting at, Panthro?" Lion-O asked him, he tried to keep his tone and expressions firm and stern.

"Don't even think of touching my daughter." Panthro told him coldly. "If you do anything, I won't hesitate to betray the crown." He turned around, but he added. "Better not forget it, Your Highness."

But despite his threat, y/n could not help but get close to Lion-O. She even started having feelings about him, which did not go unnoticed by Panthro.

"What is it like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?" Y/n said with a small flirty smile as she spoke to Lion-O.

Panthro stopped what he was doing and snapped his head toward their direction. He didn't have time to run toward them to stop this when Lion-O responded in an equally flirtatious tone. "I don't know. What is it like?" Y/n blushed. The red hue on her cheeks made her eyes shine, and Lion-O then added. "The sparkle in your eye is so bright, the sun and stars must be jealous."

Panthro was about to storm up to the young king, but Cheetara stopped him. "Hey, relax. She is a big girl and can make decisions on her own. Besides, Lion-O is not a bad cat. I am sure he will treat her like a queen."

Tygra then chimed in. "Debatable on Lion-O not being a bad cat to date." Cheetara glared at him. "What? I'm just stating the obvious."

Wilykit and Wilykat were laughing at Panthro's expressions as they started singing 'Y/n and Lion-O, sitting on a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!'

Panthro groaned in annoyance as he watched his daughter and Lion-O. This was going to be difficult and would certainly take lots of time to get used to.

#thundercats x reader #thundercats 2011 #lion-o x reader #platonic #romantic #father!panthro x daughter!reader #lion o #i'm so sorry for the delay!#this is a bit rushed

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the-doctor-3000 · 6 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 {The Witcher x F!Reader}

2: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (pt. 2)

The people in Lower Posada were strange. They were weirdly kind. Too kind actually. They gave the three of them - Dandilion, y/n and Geralt - some stew to eat. Y/n looked down at her bowl with evident disgust but reluctantly took a few bites. She looked at Dadnilion who was licking his fingers. She then spared a glance at Geralt.

"Thank you for the spread." said the white haired male, he licked his bone spoon and dropped it into the now empty bowl. "A hundred thanks, dear host. And now, if you permit, we'll get down to business."

Nettly, that was the man's name, nodded his head in agreement. "Well, that we can. What say ye, Dhun?"

Dhun turned out to be the elder of Lower Posada. He had a gloomy expression on his features and nodded to the girls who removed the dishes from the table and then left. Dandilion looked quite regretful since he was grinning at them and they were giggling at his gross jokes. Y/n though was mostly intrigued at the conversation that was about to follow. What kind of business?

"I'm listening." said Geralt, he looked out of the window. Y/n tried to see what he was looking at but she could not make out much. "Tell me how I can be of use to you."

Dhun cleared his throat and said, "There be this field hereabouts--" Y/n heard Dandilion slightly groaning, she looked underneath the table to see that Geralt had kicked him. "--A field." Dhun continued. "Be I right, Nettly? A long time, the field there, it lay fallow, but we set it to the plough and now, 'tis on it we sow hemp, hops and flax. It be a grand piece of field, I tell ye. Stretches right up to the forest--"

Dandilion chimed in, "And what? What's on that field there?"

"Well," He scratched himself behind the ear. "Well, there be a deovel prowls there."

Y/n's eyes widened as she raised her head and listened carefully. "What?" snorted Dandilion. "A what?"

"I tell ye: a deovel."

"What deovel?"

"What can he be? A deovel and that be it."

"Devils don't exist!"

"A devil?" y/n asked, pipping into the conversation, suddenly interested. "Can you describe him? Do you know where he came from? What exactly did he do to bother you?"

Dhun fiddled with gnarled hands, he then folded his fingers and looked at the female as if he now acknowledged her presence. He turned to Geralt, "Quite the curious lass you have there." Y/n knocked on the wood in order to get back to the main subject. "Right. Well, it be like this. He looks, ma'am, like a deovel, for all the world like a deovel. Where did he come from? Well, nowhere. Crash, bang, wallop and there we have him: a deovel. And bother us, forsooth he doesnae bother us overly. There be times he even helps."

"Helps?" Dandilion cackled as he tried to remove a fly from his beer. "A devil?"

Y/n shushed him. "Stop being rude." She scolded him lightly and turned her attention to Dhun. Geralt did not speak as he watched the female curiously. "But you have a good point. Devils don't help. But if that be true, what exactly does he help with?"

"Why are you so interested, ma'am?" Dhun asked her. "Are you perhaps a lady witcher?"

"I am a Shadowhunter." Upon the looks of confusion she received, she went on to explain. "Shadowhunters are also called the Children of the Nephilim. Our job is to hunt demons. So, honourable Dhun, I'll ask again and I'd like your response to be related to the main subject of this conversation. What does this deovel help with?"

He gulped anxiously. "Well, this be how he helps: he fertilizes the land, he turns the soil, he gets rid of the moles, scares birds away, watches over the turnips and beetroots. Oh, and he eats the caterpillars he does, they as do hatch in the cabbages. But the cabbages, he eats them too, forsooth. Nothing but guzzle, be what he does. Just like a deovel."

Y/n heard Dandilion cackling again, her eyes focused on Dhun with an incredulous expression, and she could not blame the troubadour. It was quite amusing - they were hiring Geralt to get rid of something which was helping them. Dandilion flicked a beer-drenched fly at a sleeping cat.

"Nevertheless, you're ready to pay me to get rid of him, am I right?" said Geralt. His voice was scarily calm, the h/c haired female thought with a shiver. "In other words, you don't want him in the vicinity?"

"And who would care to have a deovel on his birthright soil? This be our land since forever, bestowed upon us by the king and it has nought to do with the deovel. We spit on his help. We've got hands ourselves, have we not? And he, sir, is nay a deovel but a malicious beast and has got so much, forgive the word, shite in his head as be hard to bear. There be no knowing what will come into his head. Once he fouled the well, then chased a lass, frightening and threatening to fuck her." Y/n shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "He steals, sir, our belongings and victuals. He destroys and breaks things, makes a nuisance of himself--"

"Sir, you said that he was helping you. This sounds the complete opposite from your previous claims and it's getting exhasuting." The girl's voice was cold, starting to get annoyed by this mundane. "Just answer this simple question: does he bother you or not?"

Dhun was momentarily shocked by the female's bossiness. He shook his head. "Nay. He doesnae bother us. He be simply up to mischief, that's what he be."

Her left eye twitched but gave him a collected smile. Dandilion turned to the window, muffling his laughter. Nettly spoke up then, "Oh, what be there to talk about. Ye be a witcher, nae?" He addressed Geralt who kept quiet. "So do ye something about this deovel. It be work ye be looking for in Upper Posada. I heard so myself. So ye have work. We'll pay ye what needs be. But take note: we don't want ye killing the deovel. No way."

"Interesting," Geralt spoke, his head raised and nasty smile. "Unusual, I'd say."

Dhun frowned, "What?"

"An unusual condition. Why all this mercy?"

"He should nae be killed. Because in this Valley--"

Nettly cut it, "He should nae and that be it. Only catch him, sir, or drive him off yon o'er the seventh mountain. And ye will nae be hard done by when ye be paid."

Geralt remained quiet, still smiling. Dhun then asked, "Seal it, will ye, the deal?"

"First, I’d like a look at him, this devil of yours." replied Geralt.

"It be yer right," said Nettly, then stood up. "And yer will. The deovel he do prowl the whole neighborhood at night but at day he dwells somewhere in the hemp. Or among the old willows on the marshland. Ye can take a look at him there. We won't hasten ye. Ye be wanting rest, then rest as long as ye will. Ye will nae go wanting in comfort and food as befits the custom of hospitality. Take care."

Dandilion jolted up from his stool and looked out into the yard at the freemen. "Geralt. I can't understand anything anymore. A day hasn't gone by since our chat about imagined monsters and you suddenly get yourself hired hunting devils. And everybody--- except ignorant freemen obviously--- knows that devils are an invention; they're mythical creatures. What's this unexpected zeal of yours supposed to mean? Knowing you a little as I do, I take it you haven't abased yourself so as to get us bed, board and lodging, have you?”

"Indeed. It does look as if you know me a little, singer."

"In that case, I don't understand."

"What is there to understand?"

"There's no such things as devils!" yelled Dandilion, shaking the cat from sleep once and for all. "No such thing! To the devil with it, devils don't exist!"

"True." Geralt smiled. "But, Dandilion, I could never resist the temptation of having a look at something that doesn't exist."

"Excuse me," y/n's voice was shaking a little as she now spoke directly to the 'witcher'. "I'd also like to take a look at this, uh, devil. I can help."

"I don't need it."

"And I didn't ask. I just wanted to let you know."

《♤》

"Bloody hell!" groaned y/n as her hair and clothes were now tangled with leaves and small branches. "I hope this nasty little creature is close!"

Geralt then muttered, ignoring the girl's comment. "One thing is certain" He swept his eyes over the tangled jungle of hemp. "This devil is not stupid."

"Good for him," Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "But how did you deduce that?"

Dandilion was also curious and added, "From the fact that he's sitting in an impenetrable thicket? Any old hare has enough brains for that."

Geralt answered them, "It's a question of the special qualities of hemp. A field of this size emits a strong aura against magic. Most spells will be useless here. And there, look, do you see those poles? Those are hops - their pollen has the same effect. It's not mere chance. The rascal senses the aura and knows he's safe here."

Dandilion coughed and adjusted his breeches. "I’m curious." He scratched his forehead beneath his hat. "How are you going to go about it, Geralt? I’ve never seen you work. I take it you know a thing or two about catching devils—I'm trying to recall some ballads. There was one about a devil and a woman. Rude, but amusing. The woman, you see—"

"If you finish that sentence I'll kick you where sun don't shine." The female spoke with an irritation that she had not experienced for a while. She saw the startled look on Dandilion's face and regretted her choice of words. "I'm sorry. That was rude. But I beg you, refrain yourself from making crude comments."

"As you wish, my fair lady. I only wanted to be helpful, that's all. And you shouldn't scorn ancient songs. There's wisdom in them, accumulated overgenerations. There's a ballad about a farmhand called Slow, who—”

"Stop wittering. We have to earn our board and lodging." Geralt interrupted the troubadour.

"What do you want to do?"

"Rummage around a bit in the hemp."

"That's original," snorted Dandilion. "Though not too refined."

"And you, how would you go about it?"

"Intelligently." Dandilion sniffed. "Craftily. With a hounding, for example. I’d chase the devil out of the thicket, chase him on horseback, in the open field, and lasso him. What do you think of that?"

"Interesting. Who knows, maybe it could be done, if you took part—because at least two of us are needed for an enterprise like that. But we're not going hunting yet. I want to find out what this thing is, this devil. That's why I'm going to rummage about in the hemp."

"Hey!" The bard had only just noticed. "You haven't brought your sword!"

"What for? I know some ballads about devils, too. Neither the woman nor Slow the farmhand used a sword."

"Hmm. . ." Dandilion looked around. "Do we have to squeeze through the very middle of this thicket?"

"You don't have to. You can go back to the village and wait for me. Take the girl with you."

Her brows shot up in surprise. "Excuse me? I am not scared of the woods! Mister poet could go back if he's not comfortable but I'm staying."

"Oh, no," protested Dandilion. "And miss a chance like this? I want to see a devil too, see if he's as terrible as they claim. I was asking if we have to force our way through the hemp when there's a path."

He is quite brave, for a mundane. She thought with a blush dusting her cheeks. She shook her head. No! Mother and father would be disappointed if they found out that I may be developing a crush on a mundie. She looked at the troubadour. Though I might be mistaking his foolishness for bravery.

"Quite right." Geralt shielded his eyes with his hand. "There is a path. So let's use it."

"And what if it's the devil's path?" Y/n asked the witcher.

"All the better. We won't have to walk too far."

"Do you know, Geralt," babbled the bard, following the witcher along the narrow, uneven path among the hemp. "I always thought the devil was just a metaphor invented for cursing: 'go to the devil', 'to the devil with it', 'may the devil.' Lowlanders say: 'The devils are bringing us guests,' while dwarves have 'Duvvel hoael' when they get something wrong, and call poor-blooded livestock devvelsheyss. And in the Old Language, there's a saying, 'A d'yaebl aep arse,' which means—"

"I know what it means. You're babbling, Dandilion." Y/n raised her hand sheepishly. Geralt sighed in exasperation which caused her to tense up a little bit. "Yes?"

"I am literally new around here. What-- What does it mean?" She asked. "I can only understand one word because it sounds like the English one."

"English?" Dandilion questioned, his head tilted to the side innocently. "Is this a language?"

She nodded. "Yeah? You speak it right now."

He shook his head with a chuckle. "No, my lady. You speak the common."

Y/n simply stared at him. "Let's just agree to disagree." She shook her head. "Anyway. What does that phrase you said earlier mean?"

He chuckled. "It means 'Into the devil's--"

"Dandilion." Geralt groaned.

"What? The lady asked!" The bard protested. "And who am I to say no to a lady so beautiful?"

She let out a small flustered giggle. "Beautiful? You're flattering me."

"I'd never lie! I'm merely stating what's obvious!"

"Will you shut it?" hissed the witcher.

Dandilion and y/n stopped talking. The former took off the hat decorated with a heron's feather, fanned himself with it and wiped his sweaty brow. The humid, stifling heat, intensified by the smell of grass and weeds in blossom, dominated the thicket. The path curved a little and, just beyond the bend, ended in a small clearing which had been stamped in the weeds.

"Look, you two." In the very center of the clearing lay a large, flat stone, and on it stood several clay bowls. An almost burnt-out tallow candle was set among the bowls. Geralt saw some grains of corn and broad beans among the unrecognizable pips and seeds stuck in the flakes of melted fat. "As I suspected, they're bringing him offerings."

"That's just it," said the poet, indicating the candle. "And they burn a tallow candle for the devil. But they're feeding him seeds, I see, as if he were a finch. Plague, what a bloody pigsty. Everything here is all sticky with honey and birch tar. What--"

The bard's next words were drowned by a loud, sinister bleating. Something rustled and stamped in the hemp; then the strangest creature Geralt had ever seen emerged from the thicket.

The creature was about half a rod tall with bulging eyes and a goat's horns and beard. The mouth, a soft, busy slit, also brought a chewing goat to mind. Its nether regions were covered with long, thick, dark-red hair right down to the cleft hooves. The devil had a long tail ending in a brush-like tassel which wagged energetically.

"Uk! Uk!" barked the monster, stamping his hooves. "What do you want here? Leave! Leave or I’ll ram you down. Uk! Uk!"

"What the bloody hell am I watching?" the h/c haired female questioned, her look was one of a surprise rather than horror. If she wasn't shocked, she would probably laugh and if Jace were with her, there would be a high chance for him to join her. "Is this the o so fearsome deovel everyone has been talking about? He looks like a sad goat."

Dandilion laughed at her comment and could not help himself but add. "Has anyone ever kicked your arse, little goat?"

"Uk! Uk! Beeeeee!" bleated the goathorn and y/n could not tell whether it was in agreement, denial or just for the sake of it.

"Shut up, you two," growled the witcher. "Not a word."

"Us?! He"- she pointed at the creature -"is the talking goat!"

"Blebleblebeeeee!" The creature gurgled furiously, his lips parting wide to expose yellow horse-like teeth. "Uk! Uk! Bleubeeeeubleuuuuubleeeeeeee!"

Y/n made a sound of disgust and muttered silently. "Someone is in serious need of a dentist."

"Most certainly"- Dandilion added -"you can take the barrel-organ and bell when you go home--"

"Stop it, damn you," hissed Geralt. "Keep your stupid jokes and your sarcastic remarks to yourselves---"

"Jokes!" roared the goathorn loudly and leapt up. "Jokes? New jokers have come, have they? They've brought iron balls, have they? I'll give you iron balls, you scoundrels, you. Uk! Uk! Uk! You want to joke, do you? Here are some jokes for you! Here are your balls!"

The creature sprang up and gave a sudden swipe with his hand. Y/n jumped out of the way quickly but Dandilion wasn't so fast or lucky and howled and sat down hard on the path, clasping his forehead. The creature bleated and aimed again. Something whizzed past Geralt's ear.

"Here are your balls! Brrreee!"

An iron ball, an inch in diameter, thwacked the witcher in the shoulder and the next hit Dandilion in the knee. The poet cursed foully and scrambled away, Geralt running after him as balls whizzed above his head.

"Uk! Uk!" screamed the sylvan, leaping up and down. "I'll give you balls! You shitty jokers!"

Another ball whizzed through the air. Dandilion cursed even more as he grabbed the back of his head. Geralt threw himself to one side, among the hemp, but didn't avoid the ball that hit him in the shoulder. Y/n mentally admitted it to herself that, for a sylvan, he had a really good aim and, unfortunately for them, a good amount of balls. The witcher, stumbling through the thicket, heard yet another triumphant bleat from the victorious goathorn, followed by the whistle of a flying ball, a curse and the patter of Dandilion's feet scurrying away along the path. One of the iron balls hit y/n when she was distracted. She winced in pain and ran with the others.

And then silence fell.

《♤》

"Well, well, Geralt." Dandilion held a horseshoe he'd cooled in a bucket to his forehead. "That's not what I expected. A horned freak with a goatee like a shaggy billy goat, and he chased you away like some upstart. And I got it in the head. Look at that bump!"

"That's the sixth time you've shown it to me. And it's no more interesting now than it was the first time."

"How charming. And I thought I’d be safe with you!"

Y/n searched through her jacket for her stele.

"I didn't ask you to traipse after me in the hemp, and I did ask you to keep that foul tongue of yours quiet. You didn't listen, so now you can suffer. In silence, please, because they're just coming."

The female ignored the two as she removed the stele from her pocket. To Geralt and Dandilion looked like a long, slender twig but made out of silver or some metal. She took off her jacket and pressed it against her skin. A small light appeared in the tip and she begun making something. Black ink came out of it. She did a rune on the place she had been hit and then did another one.

Dandilion could not help but stare in amazement which followed up by him voicing his thoughts. "My, what kind of sorcery is that? It looks like art!"

"These are runes. They aid us and sometimes even give us special abilities when we kill demons." y/n said shortly, her eyes on her arm as she was being careful

"We?"

"Shadowhunters. I mentioned it earlier." As she finished, she put her jacket back on and the stele on her pocket. "Also, now I understand why you all can see me."

"Shouldn't we?"

"No. All Shadowhunters have a rune which keeps them hidden from the sight of the mundies." She adjusted her jacket. "The reason why you can see me is because all my runes have disappeared." Nettly and Dhun walked into the dayroom. Behind them hobbled a gray-haired old woman led by a fair-haired and painfully thin teenage girl. "I'll go check the place."

"Huh?" Dendilion blurted, baffled by her decision. "Is there something wrong?"

Y/n did not respond. Not at first. She looked at Nettly and Dhun, then to the old woman and the young girl. There was something off with this place and she was in no good mood for another discussion with them. "I'll be back soon."

And she left before anyone could stop her.

《♤》

She returned to the field, this time she had taken some precautions by marking herself with runes that would enhance her speed and protect her.

"Hey!" Y/n shouted, cupping her mouth. "I know you're here! Show yourself!" A rustle, an angry 'uk' and the snapping of stakes, reached her ears from the thicket. "Coward!"

"Coward yourself.” The sylvan poked his head out from the hemp, baring his teeth at her. "What do you want?"

She ignored his question and answered with another. "You are not a devil. You're a sylvan, right?"

"And what if I am?"

"We got off the wrong foot. I am y/n Lightwood and I just want to talk to you."

Silence.

"Are you making fun of me or what? You are with that witcher these peasants hired to get rid of me."

"I assure you, I met that man today. I simply came along out of sheer curiosity. Please, let's talk."

"That's what it's called now?" The sylvan mocked her. "I've seen that fancy dagger of yours. The one that you're hiding in your boot!"

"I am not going to hurt---"

"Throw it away!"

"Pardon?"

"You heard me! If you want to talk, then throw your weapon away!" Y/n really did not want to do this, but the satyr was not making it easy. She sighed and with a heavy heart took her dagger out of her boot. She looked at it for a long moment and put it down. "What do you take me for, an idiot? Further!" She bit her lip and with her foot she pushed it away. "Further!"

She kicked it, mentally noting where it landed. "There. Let's talk, now." She looked at the sylvan straight in the rights. He surely wasn't a beautiful sight to behold. "You do cause the mischief the stereotypical sylvan does." She begun as she examined around with her eyes. "But I've noticed the offerings." The sylvan looked at her, weighing his weight from one hoof to the other. "Quite a lot for someone as small as you. So... let me ask you this one question, and you better answer it." There was a moment of silence. The birds were chirping but she could hear something else. Galloping from a horse. She wanted to assume that the witcher was coming but she had a feeling that lady luck wasn't on her side this time. "Who are you trying to protect?"

The galloping became louder. She sighed and ducked as she could feel something being swung at her.

She dropped the ground and saw a man on horseback. She could not distinguish his face due to him being hooded and the sun too bright. This certainly wasn't Geralt, or Dandilion. He dismounted his horse as he took out a blade.

Y/n stood on her feet and backed away before he could strike her. It looked like a lion ready to catch its prey. Not so much different from hunting a demon, y/n thought to herself. She had to get her weapon, fast. She spotted it. It wasn't too far away but it wasn't too close for her to grab it without the man chasing her.

Her feet moved swiftly to the side, pretending to go the other way at first so she could confuse the man before her.

The rider quickly caught on to her attempt to deceive him. He grabbed her by the wrist, blade under her neck. Y/n kicked the male between the legs and gave him a quick butthead.

He grunted in pain as he let go and instinctively dropped his weapon to hold his head in pain. Y/n wheeled around and ran. Right on time because the rider healed fast. Just as she grasped her seraph blade, she turned around and her blade clashed with his own.

They engaged in swordfight. He was very skilful, his skill with the blade could almost match her adoptive brother's. If it weren't for her runes, he would probably land a hit on her.

She tried to keep her focus on the man's blade, but she could faintly hear the sylvan saying something to the man. Something about not killing her.

The rider grew tired of this soon and tackled her on the ground. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head. She squirmed as she tried to break free of his hold but he held her with an iron grip.

"Who the fuck are you?" She demanded of the man but he did not respond.

He did not respond. Instead, he collided his head against her own. Knocking her out.

#the witcher x reader #the witcher #geralt of rivia x reader #edge of the world #the witcher and the shadow #dandilion #dandelion #jaskier #torque #geralt of rivia

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.. You like Gargoyles!?!? 😭 I love that cartoon!

I’d like to sell my soul for an Angst Gargoyles oneshot~ with a half-Human half-Gargoyle fem reader who was adopted by Demona, but ended up trapped in a cursed mirror by a vengeful wizard as a young child, forced to do nothing but watch as her mother become more and more bloodthirsty and cruel towards Humans, as Demona blamed them for Reader’s sudden disappearance… the trapped child always crying and begging her mother to stop..

but Demona couldn never hear her.. eventually when she’s finally set free.. she can’t even look at the woman she once loved and called her mother.. no matter how much Demona tries to speak to her.. Despite reader being free of the mirror, she’s now trapped in the Castle Demona once called home.. with no hope of escape. (Like Repunzal, but more depressing)

Demona in desperate denial that her sweet innocence child truly did see everything she’d done during those bloodstained centuries they were apart..

A/n: I think I overdid it a little with the angst. I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind 😅 Also I'm sorry but I used 2nd POV for this one.

Warning: ANGST, no happy ending

You remember the first time you met her. You were barely five years old but you still could remember the day you met Demona. How could you forget? She had adopted you, took care of you when no one else did.

Not even your biological mother cared as much as she did. Your mother and every human called you an abomination for being a hybrid. Half-human and half-gargoyle. They had never seen something as such and they were already not so fond of gargoyles. You were shunned by everyone in the realm. One day you decided to leave Castle Wyvern only for some human children to come and pick a fight. Just as one of them was about to get too violent, a female gargoyle jumped in front of you and growled at the children. Scared for their lives, they fled, leaving you alone with her.

She turned to face you and you had a better perspective of her appearance. She had a shock of red hair and pale blue skin and, like every gargroyle, wings. She knelt down to meet your eyes.

"Are you alright, little one?" She asked you. This was the first time someone did something nice for you, that someone cared and asked you about your well-being. You ran to her and hugged her tightly, hiding your face in her shoulder. She was taken aback by your sudden action but she hugged you back and she could tell that you were not treated with any kindness. "I'll take care of you, child. I promise no harm shall ever come to you."

For the first time in your life, you were happy. She raised you like her own child and loved you despite being a crossbreed. The clan did not mind her having you since you were bringing an even better side of her. You'd always stuck to her side like glue and when she had to leave for a mission, you'd stay awake and wait for her to return and tuck you to sleep.

Everything seemed perfect until... Seven years later, you were exploring the forest nearby the castle. You were supposed to be with the clan but your curiosity got the better of you and left without telling them. You stopped when you noticed a camp and hid when you recognized them as the Vikings. There was a man with them. His clothes looked regal, made of a green expensive silk while his hair was black with a few grey streaks. He was saying something that you could not understand. You leaned closer in order to listen. They were planning on having the man using magic in order to take over the castle. He was trying to learn the spell to do so.

Your eyes widened. Sure the humans did not treat you with any kind of courtesy but that didn't mean that you wanted to see them all killed. You scanned the area, trying to find the man's book of spells. You thought that by taking his book would give your mother and the others some time to come up with a plan to prevent that from happening. You stayed hidden in the bushes, your eyes never left the man's figure. When he set the book down and he was out of sight, after making sure that everyone else was asleep, you got out of your hiding spot and grabbed the book.

Before he could come back, you turned away and returned to the castle. You were shaking and you were holding the book close to your chest. Demona came to you, running and hugged you tightly.

"My darling, never do that again!" She said, shaking a little bit. "I thought something terrible happened to you."

"Mama!" You said as you showed her the book. "We have to inform the others! The Vikings plan to attack! They have a scary-looking guy with them who knows magic! So I took the book!"

Her eyes widened in shock but softened as she gently rubbed your head. "You're very brave, my sweet daughter. Now... Let me take this book to Goliath and tell the clan what you told me."

You gave it to her without second guesses. Little did you know was that it would be the last time you would see her in person. A few days later, the castle was under attack by the Vikings and you couldn't find your mother anywhere. As you were running down the spiral staircase, a hand grabbed you forcefully and brought you up to meet the person's gaze. It was the wizard. His eyes were burning with anger, his lip curled up a little into a sneer.

"You-- You think I wouldn't notice?" He said and you tried to get out of his grasp.

"Let me go!" You shouted, hoping that anyone from the clan would hear you.

"No one steals from me, little thief! No one!" He yelled in your face. "But... since you are but a brat, I suppose killing you would be too much." You didn't like it were this was going. With a swift movement of his hand, a mirror appeared beside him. "Naughty children ought to be punished though."

"Ezra! Stop!" You recognized that voice, you turned to see your mother but the man did not budge and through you into the mirror. When you tried to leave, you couldn't go through as it was now solid. You could see your mother's eyes glow red as she growled. "What have you done!? That wasn't what the captain and I---"

"As you said, Demona, what you and the captain agreed." The man, Ezra, said expressionless. "I never made such a foolish oath. Even if I did, you must know that I do not take it kindly to those who steal from me!"

"Why you little treacherous---" She roared and went to attack him but he disappeared into green smoke. She turned to face you, you had tears in your eyes and were shouting something at her but she could not hear you. Her eyes turned back to normal and she placed her forehead against the mirror. "My darling daughter.... I promise that I'll make them pay. I'll make them all pay."

You stopped for a moment, trying to comprehent what she just said and then you started hitting the mirror from your side. "No! No! Ma, please don't it!"

With tears in her eyes, Demona left the castle with the mirror still there. You shouted after her to not do something that she would end up regretting but she couldn't hear you. You stepped back to have a look at your surrounding; a dark dimension, the only light that shone was through the looking glasses that were randomly placed around the dimension. From those were able to look at your mother. Every time she did anything vile or was about to do, you'd cry and beg her to stop.

Days turned to months, months to years and years to centuries. Yet you were still were twelve. One day, as you were looking around all those mirrors, you saw a familiar face. Goliath. He was talking to the clan and a strange woman. You reluctantly stepped closer and started banging on it with one hand as you shouted and shook your other hand in order to get their attention. Even though they too did not seem to hear you, they could feel something or someone looking at them.

"Is that... y/n?" Brooklyn, as he was now called, asked in shock.

"But how?" Goliath asked as he approached. He put his hand on the mirror. "Who did this to you, little one?" You knew talking to him would do no good since only you could listen. An idea sparked into your mind and breathed onto the glass then wrote down a word 'Wizard' and then you added 'Get me out!' with a distressed look. "We'll do whatever we can. Just wait a little longer."

You nodded in response. You trusted them. You didn't care how long it would take for them to find a way to get you out, just that you'd finally be free from your mirror prison. You were so sick and tired of always watching the person you once called mother turning into a merciless monster.

A few weeks went by and the clan had found it. You watched anxiously and when you were able to step out of the mirror, you stretched your little wings and looked at your family. Tears welled up in your eyes and hugged everyone there, even the human woman, Eliza Maza. You were free. It felt like a joke. You never actually thought that you'd see the day that you'd be out of that prison of yours.

"Thank you! Thank you!" You cried as you hugged them, afraid to let go.

For the past few days you were happy. During night Eliza would take you out to see how much the world changed but also help you adjust to this new time period.

At first it was hard, but you managed just fine thanks to Eliza's help as well as the clan's.

But of course, nothing good ever lasts forever. You and your family were sitting peacefully on a roof until some strangers, to you, attacked. You recognized one of them. Demona.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise but softened as she tried to touch you. "My sweet. Is it really you?"

Flashbacks of the time back to the castle came to your mind and you slapped her hands away angrily with a sneer. "Don't touch me!"

"My darling, it's me. Your mama."

"You're not my ma! You hurt innocent humans!"

Her lip curled a bit upward but tried to restrain herself as she said. "There are no innocents! All of these filthy humans are the same! Treacherous and deceitful!"

"Then you are no different!" You shouted at her, shocking her. You turned to leave and glared at her over your shoulder. "Don't you ever try to speak to me. I don't know you anymore."

Your words struck her. After this little argument, she tried to approach and talk to you but you'd always turn away from her until one day... she had enough.

When the clan was away, she snuck inside and took you away. You screamed, kicked, shouted and called her names but she didn't budge. Soon you found yourself once again inside a prison. This time it was a different one. It was a tower. A tower of a castle.

No matter how many times you tried to escape, Demona would always find you and put you into your tower.

She refused to let you go. She refused to believe that you had seen what she had done. She looked at her hands and balled them into fists. She growled and punched a mirror.

#gargoyles #gargoyles disney #demona x reader #platonic #gargoyles x reader #child reader #demona x child reader #demona x daughter reader #daughter reader

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the-doctor-3000 · 8 months

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Do you take requests? Are there any rules?

Hello! Yes, I do take requests.

Rules:

I'll write;

Genres - Fluff, Angst, Crossover, Time Travel AU, Songfic, Isekai, Hurt/comfort, Character x Reader, HCs, One-shots, maybe a Mini Series, possibly Character x Oc, Character x Reader x Character, Love Triangles, Slow Burn

Fandoms I currently write for -

The Legend of Vox Machina

Once Upon A Time

The Witcher (game, series & books)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Steven Universe

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil

Shadowhunters (series, movie & books - I just finished the 2nd book so please no spoilers)

Black Butler (manga)

My Hero Academia

Spy × Family

Jujutsu Kaisen

Folk of the air

Pirates of the Caribbean

Thundercats (2011 bcs I haven't seen the 80s version yet)

Moriarty The Patriot

Gargoyles

Bungou Stray Dogs

Ninjago

LMK

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

Sherlock BBC

Doctor Who

X-Men

Demon Slayer

TMNT (2003 and 2012 versions)

Gravity Falls

Castlevania

Stranger Things

Jurassic Park

Independence Day

Tim Burton movies

The Arcana

Inside Job

Blood of Zeus

Mia & Me

Maya and the Three

Beauty and the Beast

Transformers (Bay)

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse + Across the Spider-Verse

Avengers

Good Omens

Howl's Moving Castle

Van Helsing 2004

Tales of Arcadia

I won't write; NSFW/Lemon/Smut (It'll only be implied), Incest, Character x Character, Pedophilia

#anon ask

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shane no

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Crowley + knowing Aziraphale

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As this gif says...

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I swear-- Tumblr, Tiktok and YouTube are worsening my obsession with ✨Astarion✨

I might buy the game JUST for him...🙄

#astarion #baldur's gate 3

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the-doctor-3000 · 8 months

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Do you have anymore headcanons for tarrent hightop x reader? I have an unhealthy obsession with this man😩

I plan on making more about him! Even a story based on the last headcanon ❤

#anon ask

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 {The Witcher x F!Reader}

1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (pt. 1)

The chirping of birds woke the nineteen-year-old y/n up. She cracked her eyes open, having a difficulty to do so due to the light of the sun, and found herself laying in a forest. She sat up slowly, clenching the pendant that was hanging around her neck tightly and looked around in sheer confusion.

How did she even end up here? She was on a mission with her siblings. Knowing that it didn't include the woods. She quickly searched around for her stuff. She had her seraph blade, her stele was on her jacket's pocket along with a sensor and her witchlight stone. She stood up on her feet with a small stumble and continued to look at her surroundings confused.

The air was clearer, deprived of pollution. It was nice but scary too.

Where was she? Had she been teleported there and how?

Not expecting to get any answers from just standing there and staring, she walked her way out of the forest. Or at least tried to. No sign of a city but a small village. Too medieval-like for her own liking.

Hopefully the mundanes were just filming a movie with that theme. As she approached, her nostrils picked up some unpleasant smells which caused her to gag in disgust.

It smelled worse than a farm or litter boxes. She had been to villages before but none of them smelled like that.

She went pass a few locals, all of them dressed in medieval styled peasant clothing, and some gave her some odd looks while others minded their own business. Y/n's brows furrowed. She looked around, expecting to see some cameramen filming the entire thing or the staff.

She saw none.

What she did see was a cart, drawn by two piebald mares. She tilted her head to the side as she cautiously followed and examined the people on it.

Three. The driver. Nothing too unusual for the theme of the movie - if it was a movie; he was wearing sheepskin over his bare skin and his hair reached his brows. Next to him sat another man; that one was slim, he was wearing a fancy bonnet with a heron's feather decorating it. She noticed that he was holding a lute. A troubadour, she mentally noted.

Her eyes trailed to the man next to him. He was skinny, unhealthy pale and had milky loose hair. What she could make of his appearance from the far back was that he was a warrior of sorts.

She didn't know what but there was something about that man that piqued her interest. If her brothers were there they would be able to restrain her from going off to satisfy her curiosity. Her sister, though, would go along with her.

The white haired male spoke to the driver and he brought the horses to a halt. Y/n didn't know why but she felt like the white haired man could tell that she was following them.

Her suspicion was confirmed as he jumped out of the cart, daggers on each side and a steel sword on the back, and approached her.

She came to a halt as she gasped instinctively. His face. She had seen worse but there was something unsettling about him. His eyes were frightening and cat-like and there was something about him. . . Cold and threatening.

Her fingers tried to reach for her blades but he spoke. "Why are you following us?"

His voice was just as unsettling as the rest of his appearance. It was very unpleasant and hoarse. Y/n never had encountered anyone like him. She had seen things and yet this man made her feel afraid.

Why? She had killed demons, a man with a disturbing appearance should be nothing compared to her previous encounters.

He asked her again. More demanding but still calm. "Well?"

She flinched but finally found her voice. "I am sorry." She apologised and thought that the truth would be the best answer. "I am new around. . . . here and you three looked like an interesting bunch. Would it, ah, be alright to tag along until I find a way back?"

He seemed to think about it. His inhuman eyes stared into hers as if he were examining her. "Where are you from?"

"Manhattan, New York."

He arched a white brow. "Come again? Is this a new kind of joke?"

"Why would---? Listen, if you don't know where it is then just say so." She said, irritation building its way to her chest. "Don't have to act as if it doesn't exist."

"That's because it doesn't. Never heard of such place."

The seriousness in his tone made it difficult for y/n to tell whether he was messing with her or not. She crossed her arms over her torso, trying to keep a straight face and mask her worry. "Then where exactly am I?"

"Near Lower Posada, Dol Blathanna."

She barked a laugh. "Okay okay! That's creative but, for real, where am I?"

"Do I look like someone who is joking?"

Her hair went up like wires and a chill went down her spine. She croaked nervously, "Probably not."

There was a long silence between. The man's travelling companions were observing this interraction from afar, seeming quite interested to see how this would evolve. The bard was the most intrigued by it out of the two. Y/n avoided making eye contact with the man standing in front of her, her gaze was fixated on the medallion around his neck. It was made out of silver and had the shape of a wolf's head.

The longer she thought about it the more scared she became that maybe she was indeed in another universe and/or time period. Everything looked far too real, they smelled like it too, to be just a film production and the actors decided to mess with her.

Then it hit her. How could he, a mundane, see her? The glamour should have made it impossible unless, of course, he wasn't human himself but he didn't look like any of the Downworlders she had known of. The only distinct feature about him which only fit the warlocks' was his eyes, which were cat-like, but she could tell that he wasn't one. Mostly due to the fact that he was carrying weapons and, as far as she knew, warlocks needn't any of those. Not when they had their magic.

She gathered up some courage and spoke, "Do you---" She cut herself, thinking carefully of her next words and tried to make eye contact without flinching. Her mother and father always told her to stare someone in the eyes when speaking or else it would make her seem like a fool. "Is it alright to stay with you until I figure a way to return to my home? I promise that I won't get in the way of whatever it is that you are doing."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "And what is that you think I'm doing?"

Y/n shrugged. "Don't know and don't care. It's not my business either way as long as you don't cause any trouble that is."

"Hm."

He just hummed. No comment or any reply, just a hum. Y/n didn't know what to make of that guy but she followed him when he nodded for her to do so. They went to the cart and there was yet again an uneasy silence.

"I'm y/n Lightwood, by the way." She introduced herself to him, with a smile, hoping to at least learn his name. When he didn't respond, she quickly added. "Sorry if I crossed over any boundaries. It's just that people usually tell their names when they make an acquaintance." No response still. "So, ah, what's your name?"

"Geralt of Rivia."

"Geralt of Rivia." She tested his name, mispronouncing it completely, sounding like 'Jerald'. She noticed from the corner of her eye, his scarred eye twitching a little.

At least she got a reaction.

Not wanting to make things worse, she decided not to speak any further. When they reached the cart, the troubadour was the first one to acknowledge her.

"Ah! And who is your feminine friend, Geralt?" The bard asked, his cornflower blue eyes though were fixated on her.

He seemed pleasant, he looked like it too. His attitude so far was also friendly. She gave him a small smile, "I'm y/n. Y/n Lightwood."

As Geralt climbed on the cart, the bard hopped out. He took her hand and gingerly planted a kiss on the back of. "Charmed. I am Master Dandilion! A poet, a minstrel and a bard."

She chuckled, her cheeks flushing red a little. "Yeah, I got that. The lute gave it away."

"Would you be interested in hearing one of my ballads, my fair lady?"

An exasperated groan came from Geralt. Y/n was yet again curious but also bored.

"Music is the perfect way to pass the time while driving, so yeah!" She said with a warm smile gracing her features.

Dandilion beamed with joy.

She climbed the cart, Dandilion followed, and she was inbetween him and Geralt. The driver did not question her and continued. Y/n continued paying attention to Dandilion, too scared or uncomfortable to look at Geralt.

Disclaimer: I don't own the The Witcher nor the pictures/gifs, all credit goes to the original creators. This is a crossover between the Witcher and the Shadowhunter Chronicles. This will be based on the books and *not* the Netflix series and the story will be according to the books (though I'll add some scenes of my own and/or change some things in order for the mc to fit in the story).

This fanfiction will be also published on quotev.

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