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cardierreh15 · 10 months

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Knight in Shining Leather

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Warning 18+: Violence , Cursing , Attempted SA , Blood , Gore .

Pairing: Geralt Of Rivia(modern) x Nessa (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: Geralt being a knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 2.2K

One shot

It was a beautiful autumn night. The night’s air smelled of cinnamon and pumpkin. With it being just cool enough for her to wear a cardigan over her shoulders. Pretty soon, she would get too warm to even rock it.

It was roughly 9:45pm and she had come from a night out with the girls. Her best friend insisted that she drive her home since she stayed so close by. But Nessa was too hardheaded to let her do that. Besides, the walk wasn’t even 20 minutes away.

But a lot can happen in 20 minutes can it?

Her thick heeled boots clicked loudly on the asphalt, echoing throughout the street and bouncing off of the other buildings. She lived in a small town, so it was no surprise that almost everyone was in the house by now.

Nessa had her hands tucked in her pockets, at this point walking absentmindedly. She didn’t even realize there were two men walking about a few yards behind her. She didn’t think much of it, perhaps they were trying to make it to their destination too.

But their footsteps grew a little impatient.

This caused her to take further strides; holding her purse tightly in her arm as she tried to sneak her hand into it to retrieve her pepper spray.

‘Get her!’ One of the males exclaimed.

A panicked gasp escaped her lips as she did her best to take off but they were close enough to snatch her up by her cardigan. ‘HELP!’ She exclaimed before a man placed his large hand over her mouth and held a butterfly blade against her face. ‘Shhhh, shhh. Now, just be a good girl.’ He whispered against her ear.

She then bit down into his fingers and stepped on his foot. The criminal yelped out in agonizing pain.

‘Fuck you!’ She exclaimed before she was instantly grabbed by another male.

‘Get the bitch into the alley!’

‘No! No! Stop!’ Nessa begged and pleaded as she tried her best to fight back. But they weren’t having it.

They slammed her against the wall and she whimpered out in pain. ‘Urgh!’ She fell to her hands and knees. ‘Please— take whatever I have… it’s all material— I don’t want it! Please.’ She insisted, sobbing as she held her chest.

The bald headed guy began to dump out all of the contents in her purse and searched through it. ‘Awww, the bitch ain’t got nothin’. Lipstick, tampons, some other make up, — a wallet…’ he then looked at her name and then started going through her wallet where he snatched out $500. ‘I found a jackpot…’ then he walked over to the the ginger haired gentleman who towered above her.

‘How much ya find?’

‘$500. And It’s a Chanel wallet, taking that too.’ The male chuckled.

Nessa was on her knees before them as if she were praying to her God. Her hands shook as if her bones were chilling in the Arctic.

‘Nice,’ the ginger chuckled as the bald guy passed him some cash. ‘Now, the question is… what do we do with you?’

‘Hmmm. She’s pretty cute. She’s thicker than the rest of em. And you know I looove when they fight.’ He said as he shoved the wallet and the cash in his back pocket.

She instantly knew what baldy meant, and it caused her to panic a bit more. Until suddenly, the ginger just happened to step out of the way, and the bright LED street light caused a thick shard of glass to glisten in her eye.

Carefully leaning down as the two men bickered about who were going to have their turn with her first, she then grabbed the glass in her hand and waited.

The ginger sighed and rolled his eyes, ‘whatever. Fuck it. I’ll hold her still.’ He then squat down before her, ‘Alright sweet heart, you’re gonna—‘

Nessa instantly swiped the glass upward, aiming to stab him beneath his chin but instead, slicing his cheek.

‘AUGH!’ He practically jumped back; feeling the stinging pain at his cheek. Ginger grabbed the gasp and looked at the bright red blood in his palm. ‘You fucking bitch!’

His partner instantly brought her up to her feet, disarmed her and slapped her across her face so hard, he split the inside of her cheek.

She fell to the ground, her mind spinning as if she had swallowed a whole bottle of tequila. She could only hear the sound of their voices. They were so loud in her ears.

‘Kill that bitch! Kill her!’

She didn’t even know who was saying, all she knew was that she was pretty sure she was going to die in this filthy ass alley. And it would probably take her loved ones days to find her knowing these fools.

The ginger some how had the strength to pull her up to her feet. ‘You fucking— BITCH!’ And he kneed her in the stomach before she fell back down to the ground again. He kicked her, several times in the ribs.

Nessa whimpered out, choking on the air that was fighting so hard to come into her lungs. She lifted her hand up, in a “I surrender” kind of way, ‘please. Stop.’ She was too weak to scream for hell at this point.

‘Stop? Haha… oh wait til we’re done with you… get her up.’ Ginger said to Baldy.

Suddenly, everything felt like it was moving much slower than she was. Between the two antagonists, was a pair of bright golden eyes that reflected in the shadows. She thought she was hallucinating so she just laid there, accepting her fate that was to come.

When Baldy lifted her up to her feet, her head rest back against the brick wall. ‘Come on… make it quick.’ She breathed out tiredly.

Ginger chuckled and then Baldy chimed in. ‘Suit yourself.’

Suddenly, a bright flash whipped through the air like something out of a supernatural movie.

Nessa felt Baldy’s grip on her grow weaker and she noticed a thin line across his neck. A dribble of blood came leaking from his lips and his nose. She then noticed the sunken glare in his eyes.

His neck became a waterfall of his blood and a millisecond later, his head fell to wet the concrete and his body followed.

Nessa felt her stomach turn at the sight. She stumbled backwards in fear; immediately covering her lips to hold back the throw up that tried to fight its way out.

Ginger let out a scream as he saw his buddy’s head roll at his feet.

She felt too damn sick and scared to move really. Also, she couldn’t get over — how could someone be that talented with a blade that:

A.) No blood had spilled on her.

And

B.) None of them were able to see or hear him coming.

Ginger instantly pulled his gun out and walked over towards Nessa. ‘Whose there!? Come out!’ He snatched her up and pointed the gun at her head. ‘Come out! Or I swear to God, I will blow this bitch’s brains out!’

‘Please—‘ she started as she held her hands up.

‘SHUT UP!’ Ginger yelled as he looked all around. ‘Alright,’ he then clicked off the safety, ‘I’ll give you to the count of 3… come out— with your hands up… and I won’t kill her…’

‘Why would you think they’d come out for me?! I-I don’t even know what’s going on!’ She said out as she wiped her bloodied nose.

‘Shut. The fuck. Up. I swear you’re making this so much easier!’ He said as he continued to look around, ‘ONE! …. TWO!….’ He pressed the barrel against the back of her skull.

On three, a white haired male stepped from out of the shadows; those damn golden eyes making an appearance before he did. He wore black leather, and held a huge sword in his right hand. He had a scowl on his face that could kill instantly.

Ginger’s mouth fell slightly as he watched the tall, unearthly being approach the both of them. He stepped back, ‘Y—you… it can’t be. B-BACK UP!’

He just kept walking towards them. The sound of metal clinked with each step.

Ginger had finally hit the wall and Nessa looked back at the both of them.

‘Y—you’re dead! Y-you’re suppose to be dead!’

‘Says who?’ The white haired male asked, ‘You?’ His head fell to the side. Then he looked behind him, noticing the women who still stood there. He then looked back towards Ginger, ‘Go ahead… shoot her.’

Nessa’s eyebrows tugged into one in confusion. She wanted to impose on this reunion but she was hurting too bad to talk.

Ginger’s bottom lip trembled as much as his wrist did when he held that gun.

‘Go ahead…’

Ginger swallowed his spit, glancing over at the beautiful woman. He just didn’t have the guts.

The white haired male let out a sigh, ‘I knew it,’ and stabbed Ginger in his abdomen with the shiny sword.

Ginger began to choke. Wheezing as if he’d punctured his lung.

Nessa let out a harsh gasp and covered her lips in shock.

‘You’re… a coward.’ He twisted the blade to open the gaping wound more, ‘You pray on the weak… women and children… you and your friend don’t deserve to breathe for another second.’

He then snatched out the sword from Ginger’s abdomen and the male fell forward.

Nessa just stood in her spot, watching the man who just tried to kill her moments before, choke on his own blood and eventually took his last breath as the rest of him seeped into the cracks and crannies of the destroyed asphalt.

She was too frightened to scream, to run but also… her body was riddled with pain. Anything extreme would’ve probably caused her to pass out. So instead she asked, ‘A-are you gonna kill me next?’

The being then pulled out a dark cloth and wiped his shiny sword off in one swipe, ‘If I wanted … you’d be dead already.’

Well that was quite evident. She took in a deep breath as she just watched him sheath his sword and bend down to go in Ginger’s pocket.

She peaked over, ‘… he-he said you were suppose to be dead… are you like someone important?’

He didn’t say anything, instead he retrieved her money from the corpse and then ventured to the next.

‘Could I at least— know your name?’ She asked as she began to pick up her purse and the rest of her belongings. ‘You did save me after all, I would like to know who you are… In case I don’t ever see you again.’

He smirked as he grabbed her wallet out of the headless corpse and looked at her ID. She had a glorious smile. A smile that could turn any rainy day into sunshine.

Vanessa Hodge, December 18th, 1997, Address…

He took a mental note of her address before slowly rising to his feet and walked over to her.

She looked from his hands to his chest, that donned a silver necklace with a wolf engraved in it. She wondered what that meant.

‘Here,’ His voice brought her out of her thinking trance, ‘Your things.’ He looked down at her as she rose to her feet and threw her purse over her shoulder.

‘Thank you.’ She said softly before wincing at the pain in her cheek.

He lifted her chin to examine her.

Nessa hissed at the sudden, searing pain.

‘They most certainly did a number on you…’ he said as he looked at her split eyebrow. ‘Come. Let’s get you fixed up.’

‘Alright… only— if you do me a tiny favor?’

‘Hmm.’ A mere stranger, asking him for favors? He wasn’t the type to be handing those out. Especially without pay.

Yeah, she had no idea who he was.

‘You tell me your name…’

Was that it? She wanted to know his name? She almost got taken advantage of, got her shit pushed in and almost got her brains blown out but — she wanted to know his name?

‘I-I think it’s fair… I’d like to know who my knight in … shiny leather is.’

It grew quiet once more before he rested his hand on the handle of his sword and lifted his head with a gentle smirk.

‘I mean I think it’s also fair because you’re still a complete stranger and—‘

‘For someone who is in a lot of pain, you sure do talk a lot.’ He said as he shifted his weight and folded his massive arms across his chest.

Nessa felt the heat rise to her neck, her cheeks and then her ears. She looked off to the side, trying to avoid eye contact for a moment.

God you’re gonna blow this.

‘My name is Geralt. Now, if that is all you request, we should leave now.’

She let out a gentle puff of air and quickly walked towards him, ‘Lead the way.’ She shrugged.

Geralt swiftly turned around and they headed in the direction Nessa was heading.

‘So, you’re gonna tell me what you do and why you walk around with those things?’ She asked; swiping her dainty manicured finger at his silver handle.

‘No.’ He mused

‘And— Please don’t touch the swords.’ He said, hearing the cling that she left behind with her touch.

‘Oh— sorry.’

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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Unwanted Company

Part 1

A/N: Okay so this is my first attempt at a Lambert x reader thing and I’m not sure how I feel about it.... I think I might’ve made Lambert too much of a dick.... Let me know what you think :)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: none really, just Lambert being Lambert

Summary: This year, Geralt brings a guest to Kaer Morhen. Not all of those who call the keep home are okay with the uninvited guest.

The first time Lambert lays eyes on you, he and Eskel were at a tavern outside of Ard Carraigh, The two witchers were waiting for the White Wolf to join them before making the rest of the journey to Kaer Morhen.

The medallion on his neck hummed. Lambert looked up, briefly catching Eskel’s gaze. The older witcher felt it too.

“At least we can have some fun waiting for the old bastard to get here.” Lambert spoke under his breath, shifting in his seat. He expected to find a doppler or maybe even a higher vampire mingling with the humans in the tavern.

“Uh, I don’t think so, Lambert.” Eskel nodded in the direction of the door to the tavern. Lambert turned his head to see Geralt of Rivia making his way through the rather busy crowd. Just behind him was a hooded figure. From the stature, Lambert assumed it was a woman, and he was right. The black hood to her cloak was pushed back to reveal waves of Y/H/C hair. She wore many layers and all of them seemed to be dark colors.

“Now, Lambert, there’s no reason to get mad-,”

“No reason?” Lambert repeated, gesturing to Geralt. “This fucker brings someone new every year!”

“Nice to see you too, Lambert.” Geralt joined the two witchers at the table. Lambert shook his head, looking to you as Eskel greeted the White Wolf.

“Glad to see you could make it this year, brother.”

“Yeah, glad you could bring another witch bitch from the Lodge.” Lambert didn’t take his hardened gaze off of you. You were looking around the room like a deer caught in a pack of predators. Lambert could smell your fear.

Your eyes found Geralt. He waved you over.

“Fucking hell, Geralt.” Lambert ran his hand over his face, leaning back in his chair. “Just when I thought maybe you wouldn’t think with your dick-,”

“Fuck off, Lambert.” Geralt snapped. He pulled the chair next to him out for you.

“Thank you.” You spoke quietly, smiling at the White Wolf.

“Don’t you have enough mages already there to pick from? I think you have enough for the whole winter.” Lambert said.

“This is Y/N.” Geralt watched you sit down next to him. He ignored Lambert, knowing it was the best thing to do.

“What? She can’t pull out her own chair?”

“Lambert.” Eskel said his name but it fell on deaf ears.

“So where did dumbass here pick you up at, sweetheart?” Lambert asked. His voice dripped with irritation.

“Um, he…. He, er….” You looked to Geralt.

“She’s on the run from an assassin. Needs somewhere to lay low for the winter.” Geralt explained.

“So your first thought is to take her to Kaer Morhen?”

“It’s the only place she’d be safe.”

Lambert said nothing, rubbing his brow and muttering something under his breath that sounded like curse words.

“Don’t mind Lambert.” Eskel shook his head. “He doesn’t like strangers.”

“Doesn’t like anyone, really.” Geralt added.

“I understand.” You smiled kindly at the witcher that had scars on the left side of his face. “And I greatly appreciate you allowing me to stay for the winter.”

“If it was up to me, you wouldn’t be going to Kaer Morhen.” Lambert pushed himself to his feet. “Neither would dumbass over there.” He gestured to Geralt before leaving the tavern.

You followed him with your eyes, the smiling falling from your lips.

“I’ll go after him.” Eskel sighed. He left you and Geralt alone at the table.

“I-I really hate to be such a burden, Geralt.”

“You are going to Kaer Morhen with me, Y/N. You aren’t a burden.”

“I don’t want to come between you and them.”

“Lambert’s a prick. He doesn’t like anyone.” Geralt stood up. “Are you okay to begin the trek? Or do you need a moment? Once we start, there’s no safe place to stop until we get there.”

You brushed your hand over your stomach. Your small baby bump was hidden beneath many warm layers of clothes.

“We’re okay to travel.” You smiled at him. “Thank you, Geralt, for everything.”

He nodded once and gestured for you to walk ahead of him.

***

Lambert had taken the lead on his horse, a light brown mare. Right behind him was Eskel. You and Geralt were side by side at the back of the little formation.

Geralt wanted to keep you close should anything happen on the journey up the path to the keep.

It was dark outside, a thick fog rested at the foot of the mountain. As you made the ascension, the fog disappeared.

You’d been traveling for more than twenty-four hours. Your hips ached and your head was pounding. You were exhausted and all you wished to do was get down from the horse and go to sleep.

Once you were inside the first gate to the castle, the three witchers climbed down from their horses. Geralt moved to you to help you down. He made sure you were steady on your feet before he took ahold of the reins to your horse.

“We’re almost there.” He told you. He could see how worn you were and he could only imagine how you must’ve felt. You weren’t used to traveling on horseback for very long.

***

“Vesemir! Tell this dumbfuck that he can’t keep bringing in women claiming they need protection!”

The second the large and heavy doors to the castle opened, Lambert was calling out for a man named Vesemir.

“Lambert.” A man with graying hair looked up from something on a table. “Gotta say, I didn’t miss your big mouth.”

“Haha, very funny. But I’m serious.”

“He’s serious.” Geralt repeated, moving towards Vesemir. The two shook hands.

“Who is your guest?” Vesemir nodded towards you.

“Y/N of Cintra.” You moved to stand next to Geralt, your hands clasped together in front of you. You smiled at Vesemir. “Thank you so much for allowing me to stay here. I am very grateful.”

“Y/N is being hunted by an assassin from Nazair.” Geralt explained. “Lambert, take Y/N up to Yennefer’s room. I need to speak with Vesemir.”

Eskel was busy putting the horses away so that only left Lambert.

“She can find it herself.” Lambert muttered, turning to walk away.

“Lambert.” Vesemir said. The young witcher stopped in his tracks, sighing heavily.

“Come on.” He spoke over his shoulder.

You pulled your fur cloak together and started to follow him.

He led you through a few doorways and then started up a large spiral staircase that followed the wall of a tower.

You paused at the bottom of the staircase, looking up and gripping the railing. You weren’t too sure that you’d make it all the way up the stairs. Your free hand came up to hold your stomach. You just needed to get to the top, then you would be able to rest.

You were almost to the top of the stairs when a sharp pain in your back made you stop. You gasped, knuckles turning white as you held on to the railing even tighter.

Lambert heard the quiet noise and turned around to look down at you.

“What? Never been up so many stairs?”

“I’m okay.” You assured him, a tight smile coming to your lips.

You finished climbing up the stairs.

“Don’t get too comfy here.” Lambert turned and started down the stairs again. “Yen’s supposed to be coming. Then we can have a freaking party.” He muttered.

***

Though you were exhausted, you couldn’t bring yourself to lay down and close your eyes. You had taken a couple layers off and now sat on the edge of the bed. You were braiding your hair over your shoulder.

“Swear to the gods. I’ll burn this whole damn place down.” Lambert grunted as he made his way up the stairs. “I’ll burn it down with me inside. Watch me. I don't give a shit.”

You didn’t have enough time to cover your stomach up. The shirt you wore was form fitting and showed off your growing bump.

“Fucking….” Lambert trailed off, nearly dropping the two blankets in his arms.

You picked up one of your cloaks and hastily put it on.

“You- You’re….” He couldn’t seem to get the word out.

“Pregnant.” You nodded gently.

He hesitantly moved to place the blankets on the bed. He crossed his arms and then ran a hand over his face.

“It’s-It’s not Geralt’s. Can’t be.”

“It’s not his. Geralt is simply a good friend.” You explained.

“Right. Right.” Lambert nodded his head. He turned and started back towards the stairs. “Just our fucking luck.”

***

“I mean, what the fucking hell, man!”

The witchers sitting at the table in one of the rooms lifted their heads to look at Lambert.

“Were you going to tell us you brought a pregnant woman here?”

“She doesn’t want many to know, Lambert.” Geralt sighed out.

“Your guest is pregnant?” Vesemir turned his attention to Geralt.

“Her husband was a general for the Cintran army and a good friend. He helped keep Nilfgaard from Ciri. He died a month ago. I promised him that I’d keep Y/N safe.”

***

The next morning, you made your way down the staircase, admiring how the light beamed through windows and gave the tower a warm feeling.

You didn’t remember much of the layout of the castle. You were so exhausted the night before that all you cared about was sleep.

Luckily, you could hear voices as you neared the bottom of the stairs, so you followed them.

“I’m never traveling with her again, Geralt.”

“You’re so dramatic.” A female voice spoke.

You found a group sitting at a table in the corner of a large room. You could recognize each of the witchers and Cirilla, but there was a man and a woman you didn’t know.

The talking fell silent as everyone noticed you.

“Lady Y/N!” Ciri bounded to you, carefully hugging you. “It’s so good to see you.”

“You too, princess.” You smiled down at her, brushing your hand over her hair.

“Ah! You are the one I’ve heard so much abou!” A man with brunet hair and a rather bright smile approached you, holding his hand out. “Julian Alfred Pankratz. You can call me Jaskier.” He brought your hand up to his lips.

“Everyone calls you Jaskier.” Geralt rolled his eyes.

“Easy there, bard.” Lambert said. “She’s pregnant.”

Your cheeks flushed and you immediately felt self conscious. You couldn't help but feel afraid and scared, but you reminded yourself that Geralt was here. He wouldn't let anything happen to you.

“Well, you look absolutely stunning, darling.”

“Thank you.”

“Y/N, this is Yennefer and Jaskier.” Geralt introduced, gesturing to both as he said their name. “And you met Vesemir last night.”

“Thank you again for letting me stay. All of you.” You looked at the witchers. “I’m so thankful.”

“We didn’t have much of a say.” Lambert spoke under his breath.

Eskel elbowed him in the side.

“Then I’m even more grateful to be here.”

“Don’t mind Lambert. He’s bitter about everything.” Vesemir sighed. “Have a seat. Y/N. You shouldn’t be on your feet.”

“Oh, thank you, Vesemir.” You smiled as you sat down at the table beside Ciri. “But I’m not that pregnant yet.”

“How far along are you?” Ciri asked.

“Twelve weeks.” Yennefer answered for you. You turned your head to look at her. “Approximately.”

You remembered hearing that she was a mage, so you didn’t question her. You smiled softly, your hand rubbing your stomach.

“If I may ask, who is the lucky father?” Jaskier asked you, glancing around at the wolves at the table. In the moment, he completely forgot that witchers couldn’t have children.

“Why are you looking at us, chucklefuck?” Lambert spoke.

“He died not too long ago.” You answered with a forced smile. You didn’t want them to feel sorry for you. You didn’t want pity.

“Oh. I-I’m sorry to hear that.”

“How long is she staying here?”

“As long as she needs, Lambert.”

“Why?” Geralt asked Lambert. “Are you going to kick a pregnant woman out into the wilderness of Kaedwen in the middle of winter?”

“Right now, I wanna kick your ass out, Geralt.”

“Quit being such a dick, Lambert.” The White Wolf sighed out.

Lambert shot to his feet, his fist hitting against the table. You flinched from the sound.

“I’m not allowed to get pissed? Huh, Geralt?” He raised his voice. “You bring every fucking woman you come across here to Kaer Morhen! This isn’t some fucking sanctuary for all the troubled women you find! This is our home!”

With that, he stormed across the room and disappeared through a door.

“Geralt….” You whispered, blinking the tears away. Was the witcher really trying to make you feel unwelcome? Was he wanting to make you feel like the biggest burden ever? “I don’t…. I can’t come between you and your brother.”

“You aren’t, Y/N.”

“But he….” You trailed off, looking in the direction Lambert had gone in.

“Y/N, Lambert’s a complicated guy.” Eskel started. “Every time someone new comes here, he flips out and has his dramatic tantrums. Don’t let him get under your skin.”

You nodded your head, sniffling and taking a deep breath through your lips.

“He seems even more of an asshole than usual.” Yennefer commented.

“He’s just on guard because there’s been word that Kiera may come this winter.” Vesemir explained. “I don’t know much, but when they last saw each other it was messy.”

You stood to your feet and smoothed out your cloak. As you turned to walk away, Geralt spoke.

“Where are you going?”

“Just need some fresh air.” You answered with a tight smile.

Note: I don’t even know who to tag for this.... I’m gonna tag those who requested to be on my everything taglist which include @wayward-dream @jennylovelyheart and @romancebibliophilia and then I’m gonna tag @hina-chans-stuff cause I don’t know???? Maybe you might like it??? but probably not cause its complete shit tbh :)

If you want to be tagged in any future specific works (Geralt fics, Yennefer fics, Steve Rogers fics, Tony Stark fics, etc) just let me know! I can add you to my taglists :)

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deputy-videogamer · 4 years

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Gemini |Part 2|

Pairing: Geralt x Reader, Yennefer x Reader, Geralt x Reader x Yennefer

Summary: The White Wolf has come, but so has a certain lavender eyed witch. Both has gotten word about the poor princess that has 'lost her mind and out for blood'. But there is more that meets the eye

Part 1 Part 3

"So what's this contract about again?" Jaskier asked Geralt for the- actually Geralt lost count on how many times Jaskier had asked about the contract.

"For the last time Jaskier, this contract is about a cursed princess that needs to be slay." Geralt hissed out of annoyance.

"Why do you need to slay her? Is she cursed?" Ciri asked. She has been traveling with Geralt throughout his journey ever since they finally met in the forest.

"Something like that. The girl was borned with powers, but as she grew her powers made her lose her mind." He briefly explained to the duo.

“Then the king wants you to release her daughter from the curse then?” Geralt didn’t respond. The king requested the opposite for Geralt; he wanted her to kill his daughter.

“Something like that. Let's just go, we're almost there.”

It wasn’t long before the trio had reached the king’s castle. Waiting for them was the king’s mage who waited for his arrival.

“Geralt of Rivia, We've been expecting you." The old man greeted the trio. "Please, come this way."

The three had followed the old man through the castle. It was only then Geralt took notice of the painting that was hung.

"I'm guessing that's the queen and her daughter." The mage froze in his steps. Geralt had taken note on how he was hesitant when he mentioned the queen and the former princess.

The mage turned towards him and gave him a tight smile. "You aren't a wrong witcher. Lovely isn't she?" The mage was referring to the queen in hopes to avoid talking about the princess.

"Oh yes lovely indeed. Shame that she married a king I would've loved to meet." Jaskier flirted, not caring that the royal mage was with them.

"Their marriage was one way anyway. The queen died after giving birth to her daughter. May her soul rest and find someone better than the king." This was what Geralt was surprised at.

"You seem to hate the king." Once again the mage froze up when he realized his mistake. The mage tried to think of a way to answer him, but the sounds of heels clicking against the wooden floors had interrupted him.

Looking at the direction where the sound of heels were clicking at. All three pairs of eyes looked up to see who was heading towards them, only two out of the three pairs had already known who she was.

Geralt couldn't believe his eyes when he saw a familiar raven hair female.

"Yennefer." The words almost sounded unfamiliar to him.

How long has it been since he last saw her familiar purple eyes, the sweet smell of gooseberries and lilacs. The guilt and memories of them on the hill had flashed through his eyes.

He now wishes that he could have punched his past self for saying those things to her for she wasn't wrong when she stated that he had lost her.

The pair of lavender eyes met his golden cat like eyes. It was then the air around had suddenly felt suffocating and time had stopped all around him.

“Hello, Geralt.” Her sickly sweet voice almost made him feel sick.

“Is this the Yennefer you mention?” Ciri innocent eyes gazed on the raven beauty. In return Yennefer looked at the small princess with shock; she then had a sharp gazed on why a child was with him, in return he gave her a look that he explained to her later about Ciri.

“I thought you needed a Witcher?” Geralt turned his attention back at the mage.

“Yes, but when due to the former princess…..um..condition there could be a chance that she could attack you. So I requested the help of Yennefer.” The mage answered.

“He’s not wrong. I assume Lucius has already informed you about the job right?” Yennefer looked at the mage or Lucius.

“I was about to get there.” Lucius cleared his throat and briefly explained about the situation.

Apparently, when the princess had turned 12, she started to lose control of her magic. The mages tried their best to help her regain control of her powers, which had worsened her case leading to her magic to take control over her mind. She had killed the people in the case including her own father if it was for Lucius stopping her rampage, her father’s guard tried to seize her, but she had ran into the forest for refuge.

“Has anyone entered the forest?” Geralt questions Lucius. There was something about that story that didn’t make sense to him. From the story to Lucius' tone about the voice it all sounded all too suspicious.

“Many mages including myself have tried to enter the forest, all of them have either ended up dead or seriously injured. We believe that she has support from the creatures in the forest.”

“Is that even possible?” Ciri’s innocent eyes stared at Geralt where he let out a simple ‘yes’ to his daughter.

“If you have any more questions that will be answered later, I have already let the king wait enough. I’ll let you bard and your…..” Lucius looked down at Ciri. “Daughter to their rooms once we reach his studies. Come.”

Unaware that a crow had overheard their conversation, while its blood red eyes had stalked their every movement. Before soaring its way out of the widow’s ledge then disappearing back into the forest. The raven gilded down on a branch-like hand, the silent monster stared down at his black feather minion as it silently cawed to his master. The creature didn’t say anything, the only gesture it had made was stroking his minions body before the creature had left to return spying on the Witcher’s group.

The forest creature had watched the raven fly away, then walk towards the center of the forest. During his little journey he encounters a few nymphs, everytime he encounters a new nymph he silently grunts about what his crow has seen in the castle. Their facial expressions had turned grm, each one knew a witcher was very serious, but teaming up with one of the most powerful sorceresses had made things much worse. Some of the nymphs had disappeared to warn other woodling creatures about the upcoming trouble while others had started to prepare attacks.

It wasn’t long that the creature had reached his destination. In one of the trees there was a little treehouse that was built within the branches of the great plant. The creature could hear a small humming coming inside the structure. The woodling creature had summoned one of his ravens to grab the attention of the person inside. A head had popped up as (e/c) eyes were peeking down on him.

“Oh! Hello there, Aspen.” You used a rope to get down to greet your strange creature friend. Unlike your godling and nymph friends, your skull head friend had no ability to talk. How he communicated was by drawing pictures in the dirt.

“So what brings you here?” Aspen had used his branch fingers to start drawing in the dirt.

His twing finger had drawn five people, one had long hair wearing a dress, another had long hair but he had a sword strapped on his back. The third one was a bard since he had a lyre on his back, the fourth one you immediately knew was Lucius one of your many teacher you had taught you to control your powers when you were younger, he was also one of the few who didn’t create the potion that stole your powers The last figure was strange, unlike the other people this one was more childlike. It made you wonder who would bring a child with them?

“These people are with Lucius?” You guessed at his drawing, Aspen then drew a crown next to the group of people. “Oh, my father had requested more help to kill me right?” His skull head nodded.

“Do you know them by any chance?” He then drew the woman and the long hair man only this time, the woman had sparks surrounding her while the man had drawn his sword out as there was a beast in front of him.

“The long hair woman is a sorceress and the man is a slayer of some sort or more precisely the Witcher right ?” Aspen nodded again. “Why bring a bard and a child though? Nevermind that it seems like my father is desperate to kill at this point if he is bringing a slayer and sorceress.” You growled at the last part.

Aspen turned his skull head to you. Your eyes had started to become red signifying that your other personality is coming out.

“If that crown bastard thinks that he can just kill me because he now has a slayer and a mage on his side. He is dead wrong. I have killed many hunters who have tried to kill me all have ended up dead. “ You walked towards a tree that was filled with multiple daggers embedded in the bark with a carving of your father on it.

“Well...let those two come here if they dare. Besides~ it’s been a while since I had visitors in my forest. I think I know exactly where I place their bodies~” You threw the knife straight dead center into your father’s head.

“Thanks for the information Aspen, now that I know of my lovely visitors I should prepare a welcoming gift for them.” You were about to climb back up into your home when you turned back to your friend. “Before I leave...how did my friends react to it?”

Aspen slides his thin twig finger across his neck. “I see...hmm protective as always.” Your eyes reverted back to your original eye color.

“Thanks for visiting Aspen, next time you visit I’ll make you some fruit pie.” Aspen watched as you climbed back to your home as Aspen started to leave. Unaware that he had made it to the edge of the forest where it reached the edge of the kingdom. He noticed that there were a few farmers trending their live stocks, as much as he wanted to attack and devour the flesh off their bones, he knew how much you loved your people even after your banishment. He summoned a flock of crows around him as he pointed to the nearest farmer.

He won’t actually kill them, but if he wanted to make sure that the Witcher and the sorceress doesn’t go after you he had to make some kind of reuss to let them focus on him instead of you. He watched as the crows had attacked the poor farmer before another one had come to his aid, he then ordered the flock to attack another farmer in the area.

He only hopes that this will be enough to attract the duo. And if that doesn’t work, there are more woodling creatures who will risk their lives to protect the ‘mad princess’.

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saelwen · 4 years

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Your Witcher

Dark!Geralt of Rivia x Shy!Reader

Chapter Five

Masterlist

Summary: You were a shy girl that worked on the tavern of your town, serving drunken men that came to drown all their problems in alcohol. On one of your busy days on the tavern, you grabbed the attention of a certain witcher. In which resolve you being taken away by the white-haired witcher. (Sorry I´m bad at summaries 😂)

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Dom/sub

Words:2,300

The cold water hit your face like tiny needles piercing your skin as you rode into the dense forest. All you could hear was the loud howls that the strong wind made between the tall trees, shaking them violently. Roach didn´t stop for a minute, running like your life depended on it...and it did.

Pulling the reins up, you stop roach from running anymore since you could feel her breath coming in little puffs as she has been running for almost all night. “Let´s rest for a little bit,” you said with a small voice, patting gently on her long neck. You climb off from roach´s back and look around, seeing nothing but trees around you.

An annoyed sigh fell from your lips as you notice that you don´t know where were you. Grabbing roach´s reins, you lead the tired horse to a beautiful cozy tree. Her form was like small hiding, her trunks and their dense leaves didn´t let the heavy rain get in.

Securing roach´s reins to a thick trunk, you sit down on the base of the cozy tree, wrapping your arms around your soaked and cold body. You curse under your breath for not having brought something warmer than a simple light dress as a gush of cold wind pass by your shivering body.

Tears start running down your cheeks again as you bury your face between your knees. You try to get some rest, to let your e/c eyes close for a little bit but your mind didn´t let it, alert to every shadow and sound that you saw and heard around you. You didn´t know this part of the woods so your body was full of adrenally, ready to run if some creatures appear of all a sudden.

A loud growl came from your stomach, making rub your hand against. It´s been a while since you have eaten and your body is starting to lose strength.

Whimpering, you curl in a ball on the cold ground, letting your body shut down for a bit.

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A hiss falls from Geralt´s mouth as he finishes clean his wound and wrapping in some clean cloth. How could he be so stupid?! He should have seen the lie on Y/n´s eyes! He could have sensed it with his mutations but he let his emotions get in the way.

Standing from the wooden chair by the fireplace, he starts putting his armor on. He looks to the window seeing the storm was still strong. “She didn´t go far... I may catch her by the sunrise.” his voice dark and deep, full of rage and mischief.

Walking to the dining table, he grabs his swords and put them on his back, securing them tightly. Geralt walks outside, the cold rain hitting on his face. “Don´t worry, princess... I going to get you!” with that he walks into the dense forest, following roach´s tracks.

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The sound of a stick breaking woke you up, making you shot up from your place. Looking around, you only see the shadows of the trees that the little moonlight provided. Another sound grabbed your attention, it was a growl and come from the dark side of the forest.

Turning back, you saw two large red orbs shining in the darkness, looking at you with hunger. Roach let out a loud neigh and starts backing away, ripping her reins from the trunk.

Suddenly there was a huge thunder in the dark sky each you wished not had happened for what you saw made more tears fall from your eyes. The gigantic creature that was in front of you made your body paralyzed in fear. The beast had a form of humanoid with a wolf, full of beautiful red fur with some ugly scars here and there. He let out another growl, baring his large and sharp teeth to you.

You took a step back but fall when your foot got stuck on the root of the tree. A squeal escapes from your lips and looks quick to the beast, seeing it walking closer to you. Pushing your body backward, you try to escape from his sharp teeth but after some small steps, your back hits the tree.

The large beast comes closer, his growls and snarls become louder. So, this is how you die? Eaten by a werewolf? Alone in the woods, being chased by a witcher, who had kidnapped you and rape you?!

Lifting your muddy arms, you put them in front of your face and close your eyes, ready for the beast to end your awful life. Maybe you could find peace in death. Maybe this beast will free you from the witcher.

You feel the beast snout touching your bruised ankle, licking gently the wound that the chains had done. You yelp and jump a little, moving away your ankle from the beast´s mouth.

“I finally found you, Y/n!” a familiar delicate voice sounded in front of you, making you open your e/c eyes. The beast sits before you and gave you a small smile. “W..What?...” you said in confusion, your voice tiny and full of fear.

The werewolf moves slowly closer to you, putting a clawed hand on your soaked cheek, cupping gently. “It´s okay, Y/n... you are safe now.” the beast voice was soft and feminine, a voice that you remember so well. Looking better at the red werewolf, you notice that its frame was large but delicate and on its chest was two small breasts cover in red fur. A female werewolf?

“W..Who are y..you?” your voice came out weak. The beast took a deep breath and look down, you notice her eyes were less red than before and were changing to a lovely blue color.

“It´s me...Alice.” a loud gasp fall from your lips as you hear her words. “W..What?...How?” you almost couldn´t form words as you look to her with wide eyes, shocked by the news.

Her large hand stroke gently your cheek, spreading a comfortable warmth on your body. “It´s a long story...i will tell after get you out of here! I know that the witcher is not far behind!” she said while picking you up gently, carefully for not to hurt you more than you already are. You wrap your arms around her fluffy neck and bury your face on her soft fur, feeling warm and safe on her embrace.

“How did you find me?” you ask her as she starts walking towards her house. Alice let out a growl and shook her large head. “That fucking witcher appeared on the town, buying supplies...when I got closer to him, I caught your scent on his clothes.” she pauses and looks down to you, kissing softly your head. “After that, I follow him... I´ve heard the things he did to you... he will pay for raping my daughter!” her last sentence was full of venom and hatred.

There was a long silence as you two walked in the dark woods. The rain was calmer now, only falling small drops. You cuddle your head into her neck and let out a relieved sigh.

“So... this why you never worked on full moons,” you said quietly. She chuckles, making you smile as you feel the vibrations from her laugh. “Yes... On full moon nights, I would go deep in the forest and hunt,” she said gently. You look to her with your eyes full of awe and fear. “I've never harmed any human if it's what you are thinking,” she said with a smirk on her strange lips.

Suddenly Alice stops and jumps to the side. Confused, you look to the tree beside you and saw a dagger there. “Fuck off, Witcher! She is not yours!” Alice snarl, her voice was dark and full of rage.

Turning your head to the side, you saw Geralt standing there fully armored. The look on his face made you shiver in fear. His eyes were black as the night which made you panic even more. His skin was paler than before, with some black veins around his face.

Geralt took a step forward and point his silver sword to Alice. “Give me Y/n and you may leave with life.” his voice came out like an animal growl.

Alice put you down and told you to hide. She turns to him and straightened her back, showing him how big she was. “You will pay for you have done to her!” with that Alice starts running towards him. She lifts her hand and starts trashing, trying to pierce her sharp claws on him.

Geralt and Alice begin fighting, almost looking like they were dancing. All you could hear was his sword and her claws clashing together and their growls and snarls.

You put your hands on your ears, trying to muffle the sounds of the battle occurring in front of you but you still heard everything. Closing your eyes tightly, try to sing your mother lullaby.

As you were singing, a loud painful howl broke through the cold air in the forest. Opening your eyes, you saw Geralt piercing his sword on Alice´s thigh. There was blood everywhere, making you vomit your empty stomach.

Geralt grabs Alice's head and hits it hard with the handle of his sword. She falls on the cold ground unconscious, her breath came out in little puffs. You stood there, looking to her with teary eyes. Geralt takes out from his bag a long silver chain and walks to her. “NO!...P..Please! Don´t kill her!” you plead while standing up. He stops beside her and looks to you with a smirk. “I´m not going to kill her... She will be a perfect watchdog,” he said while wrapping the chain around Alice´s neck. “With the proper spell, she will obey me like a true loyal dog!” he drags her to Roach, who standing behind him with her head down, and put her on the brown mare´s back.

When he was finished putting Alice on roach´s back, he turns around and walks to you. His eyes still dark like obsidian, shining with the light of the moon. “You have been a bad girl, Y/n.” a shiver runs down your spine as he said your name and not your nickname that he gave you.

He strokes gently your cheek, putting an h/c lock behind your ear. He leans down and captures your lips with his, kissing gently. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours, cleaning some tears from your eyes. “You should have listened to me, princess! Now...Now I have to punish you!” he said as his large hand wrap around your neck and push your back into the tree.

A small whimper falls from your lips as you feel his other hand pushing your dress up. He puts his leg between yours so his hand could cup your soft folds, his skillful fingers playing with your sensitive pearl. “It seems your body has missed my touch, princess,” he whispers against your ear. You close your eyes and turn your face to the side, feeling betrayed by your own body.

“Look to my eyes, Y/n!” he growls warningly, his hand on your neck squeezing gently. Opening your eyes, I stare to his obsidian ones. “Good girl...” he said with a wicked smile. Another whimper escapes from you when you feel his large member rub against your wet slit. “Since we have a long trip to our lovely home, I will have my fill with you here,” he said with a sultry voice.

You gasp when he suddenly moving inside, thrusting hard and fast, not giving you time to adjust. You wrap your legs around his strong waist as his hand grabs your ass, squeezing tightly. Your hands claw his leather armor as he bounces you on his cock, forcing moans and whimper fall from your lovely lips.

The familiar feeling starts forming on your belly and he notices as he moves his hand from your neck to your slit, rubbing gently your clit. You bite your lower lip as you feel your orgasm coming closer, making your toes curl. “Bad girls don´t get to cum, princess.” with his words, your eyes shot open, looking to him in fear.

Geralt smirks down to him and pulls his cock out of your warm slit, pushing you down to your knees. He starts stroking himself, groaning and moaning as he looks down at you. The ache between your legs made a discomfortable feeling spread through your body, the need to cum was to big.

Slowly, you move your hand between your legs, touching gently your clit. Sighing in relief, you start rocking your hips but Geralt kick your hand away from your wet slit. “Don´t. Touch. Yourself!... Bad girls don´t get to cum.” he growls to you, baring his teeth.

Nodding gently, you look to his large member, seeing some pre cum dripping down. His strokes begin going faster and his breath was caught on his throat. Suddenly, white strikes came out from his cock, coating your face and dress with his warm seed. He rubs the tip of his cock on your lips and sighs as you wrap your lips around his head. He tastes bitter and sweet at the same time, you clean him up as he comes down from his orgasm.

Closing his pants, he picks you up and walks to roach. He puts you on the roach´s back and then climbs up, sitting behind you. He gave you a sweet kiss on your head and leans down to your ear. “I hope you are ready for your punishment, My sweet princess,” he whispers with wicked voice while ordering roach to move forward.

You close your eyes and nod. “Yes, sir...” you whisper quietly, making a disgusting smirk on Geralt lips

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ao3feed-snape · 3 years

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Letters From Your Favorite Characters

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by Andi_Singer999

I'm offering handwritten letters, that will be delivered through the mail, from your favorite characters. The letters range in time they will be delivered but I will e-mail you once I send them.

Words: 208, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Game of Thrones (TV), Spartacus Series (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types, Supernatural, Anne with an E (TV), Outlander & Related Fandoms, Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Once Upon a Time (TV), The Boys (TV 2019), Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, X-Men - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Kíli (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Lindir (Tolkien), Éowyn (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Thranduil (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield, Bifur (Tolkien), Frodo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins, Legolas Greenleaf, Haldir of Lothlórien, Aragorn, Bombur (Tolkien), Saruman, Arwen Undómiel, Lord Elrond, Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Isildur (Tolkien), Éomer, Spartacus, Agron (Spartacus), Nasir (Spartacus), Crixus (Spartacus), Naevia (Spartacus), Duro (Spartacus), Gannicus (Spartacus), Mira (Spartacus), Saxa (Spartacus), Spartacus (Spartacus), Oenomaus (Spartacus), Pietros (Spartacus), Barca (Spartacus), Lucretia (Spartacus), Ilithyia (Spartacus), Ashur (Spartacus), Sura (Spartacus), Varro (Spartacus), Gnaeus (Spartacus), Sherlock Holmes, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Lestrade (Sherlock Holmes), Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), James Moriarty, John Watson, Ros (Game of Thrones), Myranda (Game of Thrones), Kinvara (Game of Thrones), Little Sam (Game of Thrones), Olyvar (Game of Thrones), Olly (Game of Thrones), Locke (Game of Thrones), Karsi (Game of Thrones), Game of Thrones Ensemble, Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Cersei Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Khal Drogo, Robb Stark, Viserys Targaryen, Oberyn Martell, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Alana Bloom, Jack Crawford, Abigail Hobbs, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), Raphael (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural), Naomi (Supernatural), Samandriel (Supernatural), Metatron (Supernatural), Gadreel (Supernatural), Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp, Frank Randall, Geillis Duncan, Dougal MacKenzie, Colum MacKenzie, Murtagh Fraser, Caspian (Narnia), Tumnus (Narnia), Original Narnian Character(s), Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Queen Maeve (The Boys), A-Train (The Boys), Translucent (The Boys), Mother's Milk (The Boys), The Frenchman (The Boys), Black Noir (The Boys), Elena (The Boys), The Lamplighter (The Boys), Starlight | Annie January, The Homelander | John, Hughie Campbell, Billy Butcher, The Female | Kimiko Miyashiro, Finn (Star Wars), Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Din Djarin, Cara Dune, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Luis (Ant-Man movies), Kurt (Ant-Man movies), Dave (Ant-Man movies), Scott Lang, Peter Parker, Hope Van Dyne, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Harry Potter, Harry Potter Characters, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Severus Snape, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Oliver Wood, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Bill Weasley, Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: Letters, Love Letters, hand written

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 3 years

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Letters From Your Favorite Characters

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3nIBe6g

by Andi_Singer999

I'm offering handwritten letters, that will be delivered through the mail, from your favorite characters. The letters range in time they will be delivered but I will e-mail you once I send them.

Words: 166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Additional Tags: Letters, Love Letters, hand written

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3nIBe6g

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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