#dad!geralt x child!reader

[kiritella]

Series: Sehnsucht, Chapter Nine: Monsters and Men

Pairings: Geralt x Teen!Reader, Yennefer x Teen!Reader

Warnings: death, bones, concerns about suicide (not heavily discussed), fungus.

Words: 3.6k

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It was unbearably silent when she opened her eyes. Smoke and dust filled her lungs as the wind stirred up the aftermath of the fire. It cast a screen across the now open plains, through the fallen trees and charred remains. The silence became a tangible calm. 

She didn’t move as ash buried her legs and dust caught in her lashes, remaining among the dead for a little while longer. It was fitting, in a twisted sort of way. After all, a part of her belonged to them. It fit that it too would be buried and left behind with them.

The sun began to set off in the west, clouds turning pink and purple in a beautiful, artful closing. The mix of colors was aided as the image steadily became blurred. She blinked away the burning in her eyes, but didn’t move. Bones littered the expanse, swords with no master, and monsters with no soul. To think, she once would have carved out her own soul for the bones she laid amidst. She wouldn’t even dare to anymore, for she didn’t want to. She was what she was, but she was not what they thought her to be. The knot swelled in her throat as a rush of feet approached.

“Oh, God,” a woman said, and her voice was wonderfully familiar and the girl’s lips twitched. Perhaps it wasn’t worth calling a smile, but it was real. She didn’t move her eyes from the setting sun, but she had no need to, because in only a moment, the woman knelt at her side. “Geralt!”

Yennefer’s hands were warm as they cupped her face, and the urge to turn away that had followed her wherever she went didn’t bother to rear its head. It didn’t settle in even as Yennefer wiped the tears out from under her eyes, because the woman did not even hesitate to touch her skin, dirty and disgusting, with her own delicate hands. Because her knees were buried in ash, her face touched with soot, and she did not even blink. Because when she lifted her hands, burned and blistered and raw, and held Yennefer’s wrists, she looked at them in horror. Not because they were her hands. Not because they dared to touch her, but because they were hurt. 

Because she took her trembling, aching fingers and kissed them, and whispered beneath her breath until her hands and arms mended and were made new. Because despite the ashen graveyard, Yennefer didn’t look at her like she was a monster. 

She saw her, just as Geralt had seven years ago. He looked at her the same way now as he ran and knelt beside her, as his hand laid firmly on her shoulder as if to be sure she was still breathing.

 Perhaps Geralt said something, perhaps Yennefer did as well, but she couldn’t hear them beneath the sound of seventeen years shattering like iron chains. She couldn’t see their lips moving, for her own were trembling and her vision blurred. The tears could not be blinked away this time, nor could she will them to be gone. She couldn’t.

When she cried, it was not silent. It was not quieted with her hands over her mouth, hidden behind mangled locks of matted hair, or calm as if she was composed. She sobbed. She curled into a ball and buried her hands into the ashes of what used to be. 

She was not a monster.

There is something dreadfully violent about becoming innocent when you have only ever been the embodiment of the hated. When you have only ever seen your reflection in someone else’s eyes. It is as though your body is not your own, your skin is someone else’s. She wanted to be rid of it. To tear herself limb from limb until every part of her that horrid place had touched and butchered was left behind. 

As her fingers clawed at her own skin, Geralt lifted her up from the ground and bound her to his chest with his arms. He did not say anything, but let her grip onto his leather jerkin and bury her head into his shoulder. He let her scream until her throat was raw, let her crumble and fall apart, fit herself back together anew, and he did not waver. Yennefer whispered and traced circles in the girl’s back, taking her hand and kissing it once more. And when her cries dwindled down into sniffles and her eyes grew heavy, they held her still.

Gently, Geralt held her closer and tucked an arm beneath her knees. He hoisted her up as he stood and began to carry her away. Smoke lingered in the air, and the bones and metal clanked beneath their feet, and then slowly, as they stepped beyond the ash, the earth stirred. It didn’t tremble, and it didn’t groan. It whispered with rustling leaves and broken branches, like the hushed roll of a stream. The bones sank beneath the shifting ground deep into unholy graves. The ash and cinder, the hot red coals, the iron and steel, they were buried as the earth took them in.

There was nothing left when the ground settled and ceased, except off in the distance illuminated by the setting sun, a single iron pole standing with two chain clasps in the midst of a crater. Within this crater bloomed a pond of Lycoris radiata. She did not know until many years later, that the red flowers would overtake the entire grounds. They would fill the burned forest of the outskirts, and for a century mark the graves of those who would not be named. She did not know, for only once would she ever return to that place. It would only be on the day she died, happy, full of years, and finally laid to rest in peace. 

“Let’s get you home,” Geralt said as Yennefer reached out her hand to open a portal.

She smiled and rested her tired head against his shoulder. “Eigean evelienn marw, ui yeá aé aef,” she whispered beneath her breath as she watched the iron pole grow fainter in the distance. Geralt stiffened, and the sun set. “Va fáill, me geas drelch.”

—

They did not ask her to explain for seven days, for in that time she did not utter a single word. She ate, washed, and slept, and each evening, she stood on the highest wall of Kaer Morhen and watched the sun set. It didn’t bother her how Lambert followed her and watched, arms crossed and silent, and would not leave the ramparts until she would come down with him. It didn’t bother her how Geralt would follow her at night when she could not sleep and walked the grounds in darkness. He never pressed her to speak, and for that, she was grateful. She never minded Yennefer and Ciri’s company as they sat with her at each meal until she had eaten everything they had placed on her plate. 

She did not mind because given what they knew, she should have been devastated. 

In a sense, she was, but not in the way they likely believed. Even she didn’t fully understand her own mind, but she did know this much: she had little love for what she had once called home, and no more tears to spare for them. She would, however, give a memorial of sorts for the innocent—for little kids with sticks for swords. So, for seven days, she was silent, and she remembered all the faces she could conjure up from her memory. This was her memorial, and it would have to suffice, for she could not give them anything more. 

By the time the week had finished, the sun descending behind the trees and leaving nothing but a warm glow behind it, she was settled, and her mind was made up. Though no one had asked, she knew they had questions, and it would only be a matter of time. Furthermore, she did not want them to worry more than they needed to. 

“What will they say?” she asked D’ao.

“Of your past? Or of being a Gatekeeper?”

“All of it? Any of it, really.”

“...” D’ao thought briefly. “Your past does not define who you are going to be, but it is the reason you are the person you became. The weight of it is yours to bear, but never to change. You cannot change it and remain who you are. Look at who you wish to become, and do not let the past imprison your future.”

“I don’t think they are going to be that eloquent,” she teased.

“Hah—no, not really, but my centuries old self has had centuries to spend on eloquence.”

She laughed softly. “Still bothered by that?”

“Vesemir spoke as if being a century old was something to be looked down on!”

“Relatively—-”

“Relativity caen me a'baeth aep arse.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Relativity doesn’t like your ass, but don’t worry, I don’t think you are much older mentally than they are.”

D’ao paused. “Are you calling me a child?”

She grinned. “Not at all, oh ancient one.”

“Sarcastic aedd y ysgarthiad! I am still considered young!”

“Relatively.” 

She laughed as D’ao grumbled curses under his breath. She let him stew for a few minutes before picking up where they left off.

“Are you sure the Council is okay with me telling them about you? About their history?”

“They are. The Witchers are not in mind to try and control Genies, not like in the past. And Yennefer…she has let that part of her life go.”

“Wait…Yennefer?”

“Ah…let’s just say she knows a Dijin friend of mine, and they didn’t get along.”

‘Oh…”

“It is in the past, and she has adapted well. Still, she will be surprised to hear about the contract. Most records of Gatekeepers have been burned, even her mentors will have only heard rumors.”

She hummed. Ciri cheered far down below as she beat Geralt at another game of what she believed was dice poker. She could hardly see them from here, their game lit up only by a couple of torches and the dying sunlight. The smile growing on her lips was unintentional, but so it was with everything that had to do with them, it seemed. The warmth in her chest spread out and she curled into her cloak with it, letting it soothe her. Whatever it was, she wanted to hold on to it.

“Are you ready?” D’ao asked. She nodded. 

Turning from the edge of the ramparts, the night continued on, but it was not as dark as it had once been. Lambert rested against the parapet, arms crossed and head lowered, but she wasn’t fooled. His eyes watched her from beneath his long ginger hair, and his legs were positioned in a manner that would allow him to move quickly should he need to. He lifted his head as she approached, but said nothing. She smiled.

She leaned against the stone beside him, and after a moment, nudged his shoulder with her head. “I’m ready.”

Lambert huffed, but she didn’t miss how his shoulders relaxed. He nodded and led the way. “Done coming up here?”

“I am.”

“Good.”

—

She peeked around the corner, pausing as she heard Geralt cheer in victory.

“You cheated!” Ciri exclaimed. She sat cross-legged in front of the game board, Geralt across from her as Yennefer leaned on the castle wall, a torch above her head.

“I rolled dice, Ciri, there’s not much room for cheating,” Geralt said. The girls were bundled up in cloaks and gloves and scarves to protect them from the cold. Geralt seemed entirely happy in just his cloak. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised.

“You didn’t roll them, you dropped them!” Ciri argued, laughter in her voice. “Yennefer, tell him—”

“It was a roll, Ciri.”

“Ugh, you are no help.”

Geralt and Yennefer chuckled as Ciri shoved the dice back into Geralt’s hands, arguing for one more game. Their smiles didn’t waver when they saw her, they didn’t grimace or flinch. Yennefer waved her over when she didn’t approach, as if she understood her hesitation to intrude on their family time.

“Hey…” she whispered, and a heavy, relieved breath seemed to fall through the courtyard. Geralt and Ciri set down their dice.

“Hey…how are you feeling?” Yennefer asked.

The snow crunched under her feet as she drew closer and leaned against the wall beside Yenn. “Better,” she said, wrapping her cloak around her tighter as she sat down. “I…wanted to explain—ready to.”

“...alright,” Yenn said and Geralt nodded.

“Have you, um…Have you ever heard of Gatekeepers?”

“As in literal gatekeepers?” Ciri asked.

“The magical kind.”

“Rumors are about all anyone knows about them, even in Aretuza. I’ve seen a mention or two of them in ancient texts of Human history, but it’s all incomplete.”

Geralt shook his head.

“Why?” Ciri asked.

“I…kind of need to start at the beginning in order to explain the village,” she said. “You do know about Genies, though.”

“Inhabitants of the four Elemental Planes,” Geralt said.

Yenn added, “A powerful, nearly unlimited source of magical energy.”

“Right…” she said, and taking a deep breath, began. “Gatekeepers are people chosen by the Genies to be a gateway between our realm and theirs. They don’t need to be mages and can be any species, but they were first Humans. They predate even the Conjunction of the Spheres and the arrival of Humans on the Continent.”

Geralt and Yennefer sat up straighter.

“Are you…” 

“I am one of them…”

“How?” Yennefer asked, becoming sullen as her expression turned thoughtful.

“A Genie contacted me…helped me escape.”

“The village?” Geralt asked.

She sighed heavily, softly, and explained. She started in the beginning: Ita and her life in Aretuza, her obsession with fire magic. Her father, the alderman and the persecution of non-humans, of mages. It bled into the village, the politics, misogyny, and public beatings—the whippings.

The girl didn’t stop, couldn’t at this point, as everything she had never spoken to another human spilled out of her mouth. “I was exil—I escaped when I was ten,” she said, glancing at Geralt. “A Witcher saved me from a Drowner by the river…carried me home.”

Geralt paled. “Fuck.” 

Her lips twitched. “The next day…” she paused, gritting her teeth as she pondered how to explain. She didn’t know Geralt had already put the pieces together, that he had seen the Witcher’s brand on her back, that he had been the one to save her from the river. So she diverted, unwilling to fill in his memory. “The next day, I met D’ao and he made me a Gatekeeper. He…he got me out of there, promised to take care of me. He has ever since.”

“Is he the one who taught you magic?” Yennefer asked.

She nodded. 

“And Elder?” Geralt asked.

Again, she nodded. “It was the first language I learned to read and write. Then I learned to read Common Speech…and he’s…not so proficient in the scripts…”

“Oi!” D’ao exclaimed in her thoughts and she grinned.

“If you learned Elder first, I can see why your speech is clear and detailed,” Yenn said, “I was wondering how a little hermit might learn to speak so eloquently.”

“Ah, well,” she chuckled. Clear and eloquent was not exactly how she would describe her speech. “D’ao has had a lot of time to spend on eloquence, so I actually learned it from him.”

Yennefer asked, “Does he have a name? I noticed you call him by his subspecies, is that normal?”

“He does, but it is very long and complex, and I guess…it became a thing.” After a moment, she continued. “After leaving the village, I wandered about. I’ve burned books on Genies and histories mentioning them, trained in some of the old arts. I was quite happy in the woods, I think, and I was never supposed to go back.”

“But…”

“But…a week ago, Ita captured an Afreet.” Hesitantly, she finished the story. Ita, the things she had seen, the jar and runes, the fire and whirlwinds. The laughter of a creature once human, her own realization of what it was to be a monster—a true monster. None of them spoke, but Geralt’s gaze turned mournful. And in Ciri, there was something unexpected, an understanding. A look telling more than a life in Kaer Morhen in the winters and hunting monsters would be able to. She only finished speaking when she had told everything, skipping only the details that implied the branding on her shoulder.

D’ao had been right, as they said something along the same lines as he had thought they would. She didn’t realize, though she probably should have given who she was talking to, that they would have so many questions about the Genie-Human contracts.

“Wait,” Yennefer said, pausing her when she began to discuss the disgruntled politics between Humans and Genies. “If they helped humans in the past, what happened? Genies have refused to meddle in our affairs for centuries now.”

“The contracts were beneficial at first, before the migration of the Humans. When a Human became a Gatekeeper, they would let the Genies into our realm for their own desires, and in return, D’aos would help tend to harvests, Afreets in bitter winters, Dijnns moderated the storms, and Marides the sea and rain. Gatekeepers were also able to use the Genies as a Source, and because of that, they were able to help their own people, protect them from various threats. They became revered, really. But then began the great collapse of the Human species. Over time, Humans got caught up in conflicts. They were progressions of Human expansion, but they started using Gatekeepers as allies and tools. Some were forced into servitude for kings or clans, others used their powers more willingly. Ultimately, though, the Genies were being forced into the wars. 

“Keepers would drag Genies out of their realms and wouldn’t send them home until a battle was over. Sometimes, if they didn’t win, they wouldn’t send the Genie home, essentially trapping them in our realm. Hundreds of Keepers became a part of the wars, and this was the start of the bindings—forced contracts between Humans and Genies. By the time the wars settled down, less than a hundred Keepers were left. And with the hatred that had grown between the two species, a war of a different kind was starting. Genies started killing off their own Keepers, either by their own powers and living out their lives exiled in our realm, or by imploding the gateway and killing them both in the process. All of this is why Genies no longer have good relations with the people in our realm, mostly with humans, and why they have sworn a heavy vow of neutrality toward their affairs.”

“But there are still Keepers,” Geralt said. “If they don’t want to be involved, why are there any Keepers left?”

“When all was said and done, there were seventeen Keepers. Because of their loyalty and integrity, they were allowed to remain. They were tasked with cleaning up the mess left behind during the war. They were sent out to find Genies still trapped in our realm and send them home. They were also told to remove all knowledge left behind about Genies. It’s the same job even now. There are so few Genies left remaining here, so they are fading into myth and legend, and most of the records of the original wars have been erased. With each generation there have been fewer and fewer Gatekeeper contracts. Currently, there are only three. Eventually, there won’t be a need for any.”

“Is it alright that you are telling us?” Ciri asked and she nodded.

“The Genies aren’t frightened of Witchers since they don’t actively hunt sentient creatures,” she explained, and then turned to Yennefer. “As for you, they said something about how you had changed—if that means anything to you.”

Yennefer smiled and shared a look with Geralt. “It does.”

She nodded. There seemed to be a lot of stories going around tonight, and not all of them were her own. There was so much she didn’t know about them, and something in her that desperately wanted to find out. She wondered—doubted, really—if one winter would be enough time. But, perhaps…this time…it didn’t have to be just one winter. It didn’t have to be just a couple of months. Perhaps this time, she wouldn’t need to leave them. At least, not for forever. 

The night was now heavy upon them, and Ciri gathered up the poker game as they began to truly feel the cold. Yennefer remained with her, and when she looked at her, there was something deeper, something more. She smiled as a calm washed over her from head to toe. 

As Geralt grabbed the latch to the door, she hesitated, shuffling on her feet. She just…needed to be sure. 

“I, um…” she started and they turned, but she couldn’t look up at them. Gripping the edges of her cloak rightly, she nudged a clump of snow with her toe. “Is it still okay if I stay…here, with you?”

Yennefer’s arm wrapped around her shoulder, and when she finally summoned the courage to look up, there was nothing but softness. They smiled at her, their eyes unmoving, full of something more. 

“Of course it is!” Ciri said. 

“C’mon, Little Fungus,” Geralt said, nodding his head inside. “It’s cold out here, and your hyphae are going to fall off without any gloves.”

She grinned so wide and bounced on her toes so cheerfully, they couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I’m a fungus,” she whispered as they led her inside, and her voice held so much excitement, Geralt had to smother a smile. 

What a strange, wonderful thing to be.

#sehnsucht #geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #dad!geralt #dad!geralt x reader #dad!geralt x teen!reader #dad!geralt x daughter!reader #geralt x teen!reader #geralt x child!reader #dad!geralt x child!reader #father!geralt #father!geralt x reader #father!geralt x child!reader #father!geralt x teen!reader #geralt x female!reader #geralt x afab!reader #geralt x yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer x reader #yennefer x child!reader #yennefer x teen!reader #yennefer x daughter!reader #mom!yennefer #mother!yennefer #mom!yennefer x reader #mom!yennefer x child!reader #mom!yennefer x teen!reader

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hello lovely!! Can you do one where the reader has given birth to Daemon Targaryen daughter that blessed to a god?? (Aphrodite

Author's Note- So, this is extremely short and not up to the mark but it is due to my freaking exams but only two days and I am free! I used the Valyrian Goddess of beauty instead of Aphrodite because it made more sense to me at least. So I hope you have no problem.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Blessings of the Goddess

Daemon Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Summary- The Goddess decided to visit her children as the time grew closer...

Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenx, @instabul, @shine101, @hyacinthus007, @mcam623, @eudximoniakr, @carissa_griffin7777, @marvelescvpe, @severewobblerlightdragon, @deltamoon666, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @ultrav0lence, @savagemickey03, @sunmoon-01, @literishdegree99, @watercolorskyy, @Lady-Juliettes

Warnings- Steamy and then complete fluff. Dad!Daemon 😍

GIF Credits to @bonniebird

His soft lips ran down her exposed shoulder, leaving light kisses and brushes as they moved down. His hair caressing her jaw while his one hand rubbed her swollen belly. The other was working its way to slowly remove the dress which was clinging to her body.

Her breathy moans and gasps had Daemon groaning above him as he moved kiss the exposed parts of her chest. Her sensitive nipples brushed against the fabric of her dress confining her body uncomfortably.

A kick inside her body made her groan and push a heavily breathing Daemon away as her face contracted with agony. On the other hand, Daemon looked at (Y/N) with pouty lips.

"What happened?" His face sobered as he saw his wife clutching her belly. The Prince's dear wife only sighed, rubbing her huge belly as she felt her hyperactive child moving inside her, landing punches and kickes at whatever it could find.

"Has she started again?" Daemon asked as he laid his hand over her belly, rubbing it while kissing it softly, not to hurt or cause discomfort to the love of his life.

It was both funny and enduring how the Rogue Prince decided to declare the still unborn child a daughter and decide for Alyssa or Visenya as a name. Never considering a boy like other lords and princes.

"Can I ask you something, Dae?" (Y/N) asked softly, her hands moving to draw circles on the back of his hand. Daemon raised his eyebrows while smiling. He moved to sit against their bed frame, before pulling his wife to let her rest on his chest.

"Yes, darling."

"Skoro syt gaomagon ao pendagon bona se riña iksis iā tala?" (Why do you think that the child is a daughter?)

Daemon smiled and placed a kiss on (Y/N)'s bare shoulder. The prince leaned back with his eyes closed as he repeated the vivid dream from a few moons past.

"I was in this beautiful garden with pathways of marble and exotic trees lining them. Flowers surrounded the entirety of the garden while the sun had a warm glow to its light. Birds chirped a song unknown to us.

And then, emerged an extremely beautiful lady. Deep, lavender eyes with the most purest of silver strands. She was dressed in a fine red dress of silk. Her long neck and wrists adorned with jewelry of valyrian steel.

She introduced herself as Tessarion, the Goddess of Beauty. She talked about our unborn child, declaring that our child is her avatar. Her reincarnation in a human form.

Since that day, I could only think of the child and remember that dream and that serene and beautiful face and feel as if... as if she is my daughter. Our daughter."

Daemon's hand rubbed his wife's baby bump while his wife looked at him with wonder. Her (E/C) eyes wide with tears glimmering in them like stars in a clear night sky.

"Then, our child is a daughter."

#house targaryen #hotd imagine #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x y/n #daemon au #daemon targeryan #dad!daemon #house of targaryen #oneshot #hotd one shot

[halsteadssneakylink]

character list

everything is x f!reader unless specified otherwise

if you want gn! or m!reader be sure mention it when you ask

the age of the characters determine the age of the reader (i won’t write anything with an illegal age gap)

the boys

frenchie

mothers milk

billy butcher

starlight (annie january)

kimiko

bridgerton

simon basset

anthony bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

kathani sharma

chicago fire

kelly severide

stella kidd

matt casey

sylvie brett

brian “otis” zvonecek

leslie shay

peter mills

chicago med

connor rhodes

will halstead

ethan choi

maggie lockwood

april sexton

chicago pd

jay halstead

erin lindsay

hailey upton

kevin atwater

adam ruzek

antonio dawson

eternals

thena

ikarus

ajak

kingo

gilgamesh

full house

jesse katsopolis

greys anatomy

meredith grey

christina yang

jackson avery

derek shepherd

addison montgomery

mark sloane

lexi grey

callie torres

hawaii five-0

steve mcgarrett

danny williams

chin ho kelly

kono kalakaua

adam noshimuri

kickin it

jack brewer

jerry martinez

kim crawford

mcu

steve rogers

tony stark

natasha romanoff

bruce banner

bucky barnes

sam wilson

wanda maximoff

stephen strange

t’challa

loki

yelena belova

carol danvers (pre & post powers)

mission impossible

ethan hunt

ilsa faust

benji dunn

august walker

narnia

peter pevensie

susan pevensie

edmund pevensie

caspian

outer banks

john b

jj

pope

sarah cameron

topper

rafe

the punisher

frank castle

billy russo

dinah madani

scandal

olivia pope

fitzgerald grant

abby whelan

harrison wright

shadow and bone

alina starkov

aleksander morozova (general kirigan/the darkling)

kaz brekker

nina zenik

jesper fahey

inej gafa

matthias

genya

star trek (aos)

james tiberius “jim” kirk

leonard “bones” mccoy

s’chn t’gai spock

nyota uhura

montgomery scott

hikaru sulu

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

dad!bobby singer x child!reader

demon!dean

soulless!sam

svu

olivia benson

rafael barba

nick amaro

dominick “sonny” carisi

to all the boys

lara jean

john ambrose

peter kavinsky

margot

christine

trevor

top gun

pete “maverick” mitchell

nick “goose” bradshaw

tom “iceman” kazansky

charlotte blackwood

penny benjamin

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

jake “hangman” seresin

javy “coyote” machado

natasha “phoenix” trace

robert “bob” floyd

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

rpf

ben barnes

chris evans

glen powell

jared padalecki

jensen ackles

karl urban

leo howard

noah centineo

oscar issac

scarlett johansson

sebastian stan

sophia bush

#the boys #bridgerton #chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #eternals #full house #greys anatomy #hawaii five 0 #kickin it #mcu #avengers #marvel #mission impossible #narnia #outer banks #the punisher #scandal #shadow and bone #star trek aos #supernatural #svu #to all the boys #top gun #top gun maverick #the witcher #rpf #spn rpf #mcu rpf

[cas-kingdom]

‘5-line’ fic Masterpost

Here are all the fics I’ve written in response to this challenge. Happy reading!

Main Masterpost

- M A R V E L

Tony x Peter (“I’m proud of you, kid.”)

Tony x reader (“Can I have a go in the suit?”)

Clint x reader (“No, no, don’t worry—it’s fine.”)

Zemo x reader (“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you.”)

Steve x reader (“It’s three am! Where have you been?”)

Tony x reader (“Can I hug you?”)

Steve x reader (“Say that again looking at my face.”)

Tony x Peter (“C’mere, kid.”)

Peter P x reader (“Honour is dead but I’ll see what I can do.”)

Sam x reader (“You lose. I tickle. Deal?”)

Bucky x reader (“Don’t make me chase you.”)

Bucky x reader (“I couldn’t sleep by myself.”)

Bucky x reader (“Wait, what are you going to do with that?”)  

Bucky x reader (“I may have accidentally adopted a dog. Don’t be mad?”)

- T H E  W I T C H E R

Geralt x Lambert x OC (Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers.)

Geralt x Lambert x reader (“Poke me again and see what happens.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x OC (“For someone who’s totally selling the monster-killing, impassive mystique, you’re surprisingly kid-friendly.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x reader (“For the first time in my life, I genuinely want to thow my lute in the ocean.”)

Geralt x reader (Waking up face down in the dirt didn’t surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did.)

Geralt x reader (“I’m bleeding!”)

Jaskier x reader (“I’ll always be there for you.”)

Geralt x reader (“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”)

Geralt x reader (“Where’s Roach?”)

Geralt x reader (”What the hell are you holding and why is it... wriggling?”)

Geralt x reader (“You have a stick in your hair.”)

Geralt x reader (“You know I love you.”)

- C H I C A G O  F I R E

Kelly x reader (“I didn’t mean to make you cry!”)

Kelly x reader (“Did you just throw that at my head?”)

Sylvie x Stella x Gabby x reader (“You are being stupid and reckless.”)

Kelly x reader (“What is this?”)

Otis x Cruz x Hermann x Boden x OC (“Am I interrupting something?”)

Matt x reader (It was a child this time.)

- S T R A N G E R  T H I N G S

Hopper x reader (“I don’t like that look. What happened?”)

Eddie x reader (“Dads are overrated.”)

- D O C T O R  W H O

Twelve x reader (“Stop throwing books at me!”)

Nine x reader (“Why did you lie?”)

- S U I T S

Harvey x reader (“I can’t believe you just said that.”)

Harvey x Mike x reader (“Someone come get their kid!”)

Harvey x reader (“It’s not bragging if it’s true.”)

- T H E  U M B R E L L A  A C A D E M Y

Five x reader (“I was looking for you.”)

Diego x reader (“What does the winner get?”)

- S U P E R N A T U R A L

John x reader (“You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let’s hear it.”)

Dean x Sam (“You’re okay, Sammy.”)

Dean x reader (“I love you.”)

Dean x John x reader (“Are you really reading right now?”)

- G R E Y ‘ S  A N A T O M Y

Alex x reader (“That wasn’t a very good idea, was it?”)

Derek x reader (“Am I in trouble?”)

Owen x reader (“Ouch. That must’ve hurt.”)

Derek x reader (“What did I say about sneaking into the OR gallery?”)

Mark x reader (“Not if you can’t catch me.”)

George x reader (“Stop poking me!”)

Derek x Addison x reader (“I’m not going.”)

- B R I D G E R T O N

Anthony x reader (“You told me you’d teach me how to shoot. This isn’t teaching.”)

Anthony x Benedict x Colin x Eloise x reader (“That’s as big as my balls!”)

Benedict x reader (“She says you’re ignoring her.”)

- T H E  W A L K I N G  D E A D

Daryl x reader (“What’re you doing in my room?” “You’re literally in my bed.”)

Daryl x reader (“What if I can’t do it?”)

Negan x reader (“You know, this is not what I imagined when you asked me to pose for you.”)

Daryl x reader (“I’m just disappointed.”)

- D A R E D E V I L

Matt x reader (“Do you want this soup or not?”)

Matt x reader (“He felt lucky tonight.”)

- P E A K Y  B L I N D E R S

Tommy x reader (“Talk to me, okay? I need to know what’s going on.”)

Ada x reader (“How do you deal with it? All this shit?”)

Tommy x reader (“Oh my God, do you ever stop talking?”)

Arthur x reader (“We really gonna have to do this again, little girl?”)

- W H I T E  C O L L A R 

Neal x reader (“You have got to stop doing this.”)

Neal x reader (“Yay! You came home!”)

- T R U E  B L O O D

Eric x reader (“I thought you didn’t like Christmas.”)

Eric x reader (“Can I show you something?”)

Eric x reader (“At what point did you think stealing my car would be a good idea?”)

- T W I L I G H T

Carlisle x Emmett x reader (“There’s an art to getting your way, and spitting watermelon seeds across the table isn’t it.”)

Emmett x reader (“What the hell did you… on second thought, I don’t wanna know.”)

Jasper x reader (“Just because you’re a vampire, it doesn’t mean you can automatically win.”)

Carlisle x reader (“You look nice.”)

- A Q U A M A N

Orm x reader (“Why do you care?”)

Arthur x reader (”Go away. I’m not five and I don’t have to listen to you.”)

-  T H E  M U M M Y

Rick x Ardeth x reader (“If I walk any further, my legs will fall off.”)

- O U T L A N D E R

Claire x reader (“On a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about wigs right now?”)

- V I R G I N  R I V E R

Jack x OC (“You aren’t allowed to hit me. Stop it.”)

- S H E R L O C K

Sherlock x reader (“Hey! I’m not that small! Anymore.”)

- E N O L A  H O L M E S

Sherlock x Enola x reader (“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”)

- P I R A T E S  O F  T H E  C A R I B B E A N

Jack x reader (“I’m not afraid to die.”)

- F U L L  H O U S E

Jesse x reader (“I told you not to come, Uncle Jesse.”)

- S T A R  T R E K

Jim x reader (“I swear I won’t break anything.”)

- T H E  V A M P I R E  D I A R I E S

Damon x Stefan x reader (“Humans are dispensable.”)

- X - M E N

Charles x reader (“Did you just say ‘fight me’ to a wall?”)

Erik x reader (Mutations are a bitch.)

- T R A N S F O R M E R S

Optimus x reader (“If you don’t know how to follow an order, perhaps you shouldn’t be here.”)

- T O L K I E N

Aragorn x Merry x Pippin (“Aragorn, do you think elves are ticklish?”)

- D I V E R G E N T

Four x reader (“I think I sprained my ankle.”)

- V  F O R  V E N D E T T A

V x reader (“I’m brushing your hair. It’s a mess.”)

- G A M E  O F  T H R O N E S

Jorah x reader (“Do you feel better?”)

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❥ files and surprises | 461 | james aubrey x fem!reader | Booth and Brennan are dropping off a file at Aubrey's place but they weren't expecting you, because there was one thing they didn't know. That you were not only dating him but also living together with him.

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[brightjimini]

Protective witcher

Dad!Geralt of Rivia x fem!mother!reader

Anon: Hello! How about Geralt x fem!reader where the reader is Geralt’s wife, together trhey have a daughter(pretend that it’s possible :P). I imagine Geralt as a protective dad, who doesn’t want his daughter to get hurt. Maybe their daughter has a crush on a someone from town.

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Warnings: none I guess..

Wordcount: 600 words

Genre: Fluff

A/N; Welll.... that was more than a week. Sorry for that. Thank you all for 800 followers. I havent written a story about Geralt in a WHILE I think its almost 2 years since I started writing on this site? I guess Ill need to do something for that. Let me know what you thought! I am very excited for season 2!

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The fire was casting a warm glow around the room. Outside the sound of an axe coming down on wood could be heard. I looked at the pile of chopped wood next to the fireplace, there was enough for two days. But Geralt always chopped wood when he was frustrated. 

Diana was asleep in her little room tired from playing in the snow with her friends. When I tucked her in she whispered to me that she had a crush on a boy from the village. She knew her dad could hear many things humans couldn't hear. But she didn't know the extent of his adhancements. I only replied that that was normal and we would talk about it in the morning and kissed her goodnight. I closed the door of her room. I could already feel the tension in the house. Sighing I walked towards the kitchen/common room. 

Geralt was already pulling his boots on and he was out the door. I flinched as he slammed the door shut. In these moments I knew he needed to have some time for himself. 

Being his wife for years I knew all his moods and since Diana was born this one happened quite frequently since we moved at the edge of a little town that was almost a village. He was very protective over her, we both were. She actually came as a surprise. But because my blood was from a witch and a human it still happened.  He slowed down with hunting. Most of the money came from my healing potions and our food from hunting or farmers. 

I poked around in the fire removing a few burning logs to make the fire smaller. 

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I had fallen asleep trying to wait for Geralt. The movement of the blankets and fur woke me up. The room was still dark. I felt his arm wrap around my waist. I felt his breathing at the back of my neck. 

“She won't get hurt.” I broke the silence. 

His arm around me tightend. I could almost hear his thoughts. I turned around in his arms. I caressed the side of his face. I could only make out the sharpest features. He let out a deep sigh. I could imagine the pained expression on his face. 

Geralt became possessive over me and Diana sometimes. Actually quite a few. But I knew why. All the years of loss, pain and not showing his emotions made him afraid to lose a the great things in his life. 

“We can't protect her from emotional pain and struggles. We can only give her the love she needs and learn her things about the world. To do that she also has to go outside.” 

Geralt grunted. “We could also lock her up in a tower.” His deep voice sounded kinda loud through the quiet room. I huffed. “And you’ll be the dragon?” I said with a teasing smile. I could feel his mood getting a little bit better. “One day she will grow up and be as strong as we are. I mean her mother is a witch and her father a witcher.” I continued.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I still don't like it. No boy is good enough for our child.” 

I rolled my eyes and laughed. If I had as good as an eyesight as my husband I just knew I would see him pouting.

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Thoughts? btw requests are closed <3

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[foodieforthoughts]

SHOES

Summary: Henry is busy assembling his PC and you got him a pair of shoes.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluffy fluff!!!

A/N: On the event of reaching 600 followers, here's a little something for everyone to enjoy. Also, it's not beta read, so please don't mind any typos. ❤️

*divider by @leafsea*

Title: Shoes

"Henry," you coed to your husband. Henry's hands were busy with the components of his PC in his hand and one ear free from the headphone perched behind his ear.

"Hmm?" He absentmindedly answered, not even sparing a glance towards you.

The Christmas tree sat undecorated in a corner with Henry's bags lying next to it. He was back from filming for Christmas break, staying away for two whole months from you and yet he was busy upgrading his PC to play a newly released game and ignoring his wife. You glanced down at Kal who was sitting on his dog-bed, giving you a look like he understood your predicament. Kal had been ignored by Henry all day too. Your husband was so excited about his new game that walking Kal and playing with him had been added to your lists of chores.

"I brought you something," You walked up to him with a shoe box in your hand.

You placed it right in front of his line of sight which piqued Henry's interest. He put the component aside and swirled his chair to face you, eyeing the black Nike shoebox with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you giving me a Christmas present? Because it will make me feel like a complete arse since I haven't even gotten to buying you one." He pouted his lips. You tried not to laugh at his adorable face or kiss his perfect lips.

It was a Christmas present for him, but it wasn't exactly what he was expecting. You pursed your lips as a smile spread over your face.

Henry seemed to have forgotten in the rush of his life about the early morning rendezvous you had on the day he was leaving for filming. You both had been too lazy to slip on a condom before engaging in some loving goodbye sex. He had joked about putting a baby in you which had gotten you to think that maybe it was time for you both to start a family.

Henry always mentioned how he couldn't wait to be a father. You too believed that both of you were at that point in your life where the ticking of the biological clock was becoming too loud to ignore. Because of which when you had missed your period, rather than being scared, you were excited about taking the pregnancy test. You had cried when the two pink lines had appeared on the stick and another one flashed the word 'Pregnant' in big bold letters.

"Before you open it, I'll like to say something." You sat across from him on a chair. Henry shook the box and scrunched his eyebrows as it felt light in his hands. But without asking any questions, he placed it on his lap and looked at you expectantly.

You had pictured this moment so many times over the month. You had been nearly jumping with joy to finally tell him. But now that you looked at your husband's handsomely clueless face with his curly hair and blue eyes, you felt nervous. You played with the ends of your shirt as you felt your cheeks heat up.

Taking a deep breath you said, "I know we have talked about it a lot. I would be okay with whatever you decide though."

"Decide about shoes..?" Henry cocked his head to the side, confused.

You chuckled at the innocence of your sweet husband. You gestured towards the box. "Open it."

With a puzzled smile on his face, Henry opened the shoe box. You felt your heart race watching him look inside the cardboard case. You watched as Henry's smile fell and he picked up the tiny baby shoes in his hands. You had gotten a pair of both blue and pink since it had been too early to know the sex of the baby. Perched on the inside of the shoes were the two test sticks you had taken.

"Wha-?" His question died down on his lips as he pulled the sticks and stared at it for a long minute.

You bit your lip worried about what he was going to say. The silence stretched like eternity as Henry stared at the shoes and the tests, making you anxious and scared. You stood up slowly to ask if he was okay when Henry burst into tears. He brought both of his hands up to his eyes as his body shook with his sobs escaping his lips.

"Henry," You called out and walked up to him. "Babe," You kneeled down in front of him as he cried with the shoes still in his hands.

"Is this... Real?" He asked between his sobs.

You gently pulled his hands away from his face. Your eyes filled up with tears too as his tear stained face came into view. His lips quivered as fresh tears began forming in his eyes. Kal came quickly to your side as he was worried about his dad too.

"I could have told you on the phone but," You took the shoes from his hands and placed them inside the box. Keeping the box on the floor you took Henry's hands in yours and smiled at him. "I wanted to make it special."

"What did you mean by you'll be okay with whatever I decide?" He sniffed, turning his hands in yours and entwining your fingers with his. "You think I won't want the baby?"

"I don't know," You felt your tears stream down your face. You were so worried that Henry might not want a child since he had a couple of projects lined up. You were worried if he did say no, what were you supposed to do.

"Baby," He let go of your hands and took your face in his. "I have waited so long to be a dad. This is the best day of my life. Thank you so much, baby." He couldn't control his tears either. "I love you." He could barely mumble as his voice cracked.

He tugged you towards him and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You hugged him and stood up as he made you sit on his lap. With a hand gently placed on your belly, Henry wiped the tears from his face.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. "Would you like to capture this moment?"

"I have a feeling you are going to post it online." You wiped your cheeks too before taking his phone. "Crop me out please. I'm not ready to tell the world." He nodded before you raised the phone up and clicked a picture.

Later in the day after all the happy cuddles and a brief discussion of baby names, you retreated to the bedroom to snuggle with Kal. Your phone chimed as you got notified about a post made by Henry on Instagram.

A smile crept up your lips as you stared at the picture of your husband, the one you had clicked, where he had expertedly cropped you out of it. You shook your head as you read the caption.

Gently rubbing your belly, you whispered to your unborn child. "Your dad is such a nerd. But no one will love you more than he will, little one."

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[imagineredwood]

“So, I was hoping you’d wanna marry me too?”

Request: Angel being super cheesy and proposing at Disney.

Pairing: Angel Reyes x female reader 

Warnings: Mentions of Angel being slightly insecure but nothing really, mainly just fluff 

Word count: 1.2K

“Is it good?”

You nodded in response to Angel’s question, a smile on your lips as you enjoyed the bite of the Minnie Mouse cookie. Angel chuckled and reached over to brush a few crumbs from your lips, still finding you to be the most beautiful girl in the world. His eyes always held love and affection when they looked at you, and you were thankful that despite all the things you had been through with him, both personally and regarding the club, that love had never dwindled. You and he were just as enamored with each other as you had been on your first date.

What number this date was, you had no idea.

Angel took you out whenever he could. It didn’t have to be lavish and expensive, nor did it need to be far away. Just a simple quick lunch with Angel was enough for you and he tried his absolute best to always give it to you. You didn’t ask for much, so when you had asked if he would take you to Disney, Angel had done whatever he needed to do in order to be able to take you. He had picked up extra shifts at the yard back-to-back and had cleared it with Bish, the president signing off on him taking a few days to spend with you on a mini vacation.

All of them knew Angel’s plans, except you.

You were oblivious to the diamond engagement ring that was tucked away inside the pocket of his jeans and Angel absentmindedly ran his hand over it as he watched you continue eating your cookie.

“We can grab a couple more before we go so you can take them home.”

You grinned at the thought, Angel always the pleaser. With your cookie free hand, you reached across the table and placed yours on his. The Mayan instantly flipped his over to hold onto yours, a lopsided smile on his own lips.

“What?”

You shrugged, Angel seemingly always unconscious of how well he treated you.  

“I’m just lucky to have you. You always spoil me.”

He chuckled and shook his head, that little bashful smile coming to his face the way it always did whenever you praised him.

“It’s just a cookie mami.”

Using your hand, you motioned to the theme park around you.

“A Minnie Mouse cookie, that you got me for breakfast, at an amusement park, that we’re at on vacation, because you busted your ass to be able to take me. It’s not just a cookie. You’re like…my own Prince Charming.”

You grinned at your own pun, nodding your head over to the Prince Eric cut out over by the bakery counter. Angel looked down, feeling heat bubbling up on his cheeks. He scolded you playfully.

“Stop. You’re making me all soft and shit.”

You both laughed, your foot kicking at his softly under the table.

“You’ve been soft. I just bring it out.”

Angel’s smile stayed, brown eyes sparkling as they looked at you.

“Yeah, you do.”

Finished with your cookie now, you drank the rest of your milk and then stood, Angel throwing your trash away for you before grabbing your hand and leaving the bakery. The sun was bright in the sky, a soft breeze that made the weather perfect to be outside. You both walked around hand in hand, taking in all the bright colors and laughing children. You watched as families walked around together, matching hates and backpacks, a dad holding his youngest child up on his shoulders so they could get a view of the giant castle up ahead. You poked at Angel’s side and then motioned to the dad and his child once you had his attention.

“That would be you.”

You laughed and so did he, but your joke hit differently for him. He could see it. Never before could he really see his future clearly, but now with you, it seemed like every day he had visions of your future together and building a family with you. He could see himself doing another one of these vacations, except with your children. He could see himself buying you another Minnie Mouse cookie, and buying one for his daughter as well. Holding his son in his arms while you all walked around, your daughter holding your hand. He could see it perfectly and cleared his throat as he pulled himself from his daydream.

“Yeah, that would be me.”

Wrapping your arms around his, you continued walking around until you got to an aquarium. You both headed in, eyes adjusting to the darkness as you looked around. It was huge, various aisle for you to go done and read about the fish that were housed there. The families went over to the brighter and more busy area, Angel and you going off to the darker and more secluded aisle. It had more reading to do, and you figured that was why people had avoided it.

The darkness and subtle movements from the swimming fish calmed you, but it had the opposite effect on Angel. Not because of the environment itself, but because he knew that now was his chance to pop the question. There was no one in the aisle with you, the area quiet and serene. With a sigh, he figured it was now or never.

“Hey, uh,”

Your turned to look at him with a smile, your face falling as you took in the look on his.

“What’s up?”

The Mayan fumbled with his words for a moment, the nervousness almost getting the best of him. It was your hand on his forearm, gentle and reassuring, that gave him the push.

“I know this is cheesy since we’re at Disney and it’s like yeah, of course, everyone does this here, but I just wanted to get away with you and have fun with you because I love you and- “

Your finger to his lips quieted him down and stopped his rambling.

“Angel, slow down. What are you even talking about?”

Taking a deep breath, he delved into his pocket and retrieved the small navy-blue velvet box. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him sharply, only to move your gaze down as he got down on one knee.

“I just really fuckin’ love you and I wanna be able to do stuff like this with you forever. I wanna bring you here and bring our kids here. I wanna get you cookies for breakfast and just…I wanna marry you.”

Angel opened the box and showed you the ring, a hopeful look on his face as he looked up at you.

“So, I was hoping you’d wanna marry me too?”

Your tummy filled with butterflies and you nodded enthusiastically, tears prickling your eyes as happiness consumed you.  

“Of course, I will.”

Angel blew out a breath and stood as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He hugged you to him tightly, both of you embracing affectionately. Finally separating, he pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto your finger perfectly. Locking eyes, you grinned and shared a quick kiss, looking over to the side as movement caught your eyes. There stood an elderly couple, both smiling warmly as they looked at you and Angel.

“Congratulations.”

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[imnotwolverine]

Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Dad!Fics

DAD!FICS - Henry and his characters with kids, wanting kids, making kids. That’s it. That’s this list. 

Author’s note: My sincere apologies for how crazy long this list has gotten 😂 It’s like the whole fandom is agreeing on one thing: this man needs a baby ASAP. Also, thank you dear @littlefreya for your ever wonderful suggestions! 

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With Henry

Single dad Henry is trying to figure out a hair tutorial to please his 4-year old, and it’s the most adorable thing ever. With Flowers In Her Hair by @wanna-do-bad-things 

Single dad Henry kinda hittin’ on da nanny? Picture Perfect by @fun-with-jane is a short fic series that’ll get you kinda hot, and kinda bothered (the slow burn..ARGH) 

Getting you pregnant is, apparently, a very VERY exact science including honey-wine-&-cookies.. baby. Freyja Dag by @geek-eat-repeat

And don’t forget about timing! THE TIMING! Let’s Make One Of Our Own is the sweaty hot smut you might just crave (am I the only one ovulating right now?), fic by @littlefreya. 

Sometimes it’s also just a situation of super sperm, followed by an “oopsie baby”. And when two bullheaded fuckbuddies-to-be-parents are involved, things can get pretty ..engaging: The Rules Of Engagement by @ladyreapermc (multi-chapter). 

Or perhaps it’s a situation of Henry and his untameable Hunger, by @littlefreya (yes, it’s breeeeding smut my lassies -- again, forgive me for I am thirsty) 

Pregnancy ain’t always sunshine and rainbows. There’s also a lot of change and self-doubt. But that’s nothing some coconut oil and love can’t fix, in Two Months by @littlefreya

There’s a lotttt of first times with having children, which in turn will probably give quite a few heart Flutters for poor protective dad Henry. By @littlefreya

And he’s not just protective, he’s also pretty observant. This Cute Little Drabble makes you wonder when you last bought tampons... by @toomanystoriessolittletime​

Newborns? They can be a little fussy. But again, daddy bear is here to fix it! Everything I Ever Wanted by @fuckoffbard

With the brood expanding, it’s getting a little difficult to garner the ever-craved attention of momma bear in This Is War by @cruelfvkingsummer

And when mom isn’t home? Well..the question arises what happened to all the cookies.. Daddy’s day by @angrythingstarlight

Okay, one more by @angrythingstarlight because I couldn’t choose: Baby Talk

And Henry’ll learn soon enough that changing your facial hair should go with a disclaimer. Especially when toddlers are involved. Daddy Who? by @viking-raider

And facial hair also reminds me of this fic; Domestic Life by @writernerd23 (-> “Your face is scratchy, Daddy.” <- CUTE)

The Accidental Family by me. A domestic sad-fluffy short series about memory loss -- After a motorcycle accident, Henry suddenly finds himself living the life he always dreamed of. There’s only one small hitch; he can’t remember how he got here.

And to carry on with the more sad fluff-stuff. How would Henry deal with the less rosy parts of trying to have children - like miscarriage? Negative is a beautiful fic that got me balling my eyes out and you should definitely read it if you’re in the need for some sad, sad fluff. By @oddduckthatgirl​

Perhaps things didn’t quite go as planned - whatever the plan was. This sad-to-fluff fic brings you on the rollercoaster of extremely sad to fuzzy warm and happy. Better Off by @toomanystoriessolittletime​

More tear-jerkers? 😭Falling Again by @deathonyourtongue follows struggling AU dad!Henry as bills keep piling and the loss of his wife haunts his every waking moment. 

Back to the fun stuff - *chants* Rugby dad! Rugby dad! I couldn’t pick just one from the extensive list of rugby dad Henry fics by @hlkwrites and @achaoticaugust - let’s be honest; this should be a genre on its own, so here’s a few: 

Henry Cavill, The Rugby Dad Part 2 (smut, daddy kink) I laughed perhaps a tad too loud at the drunk make-out session on the front lawn - here’s some short sexy rugby dad Henry drabbles. 

 A Rugby Dad’s Guide To Injury Time  (smut) I just love smut when it slow, sensual and JUST a tiny bit awkward because you’re on the couch and someone’s leg is in a cast 😜

A Rugby Dad’s Guide To The Off Season (smut) And after the hard toil of keeping a family up and running, it might just be time for a hot (tub) little break 

With Sy

A few short, golden moments in becoming first-time parents with Sy - including skin-to-skin daddy cuddles - what else do you want? Evermore by @hauntedelation is a fluffy fic that gets me all kinds of fuzzy inside.

Talking “short” golden moments..this one includes one short reader, a coffee mug and one teasing oaf-of-a-bear Syverson. (smut) Of Short Girls And High Shelves by my fellow Lisa, also known as @killjoy-assbutt-1112 (hi girl!) 

Cankles, have never been so hot a subject to talk about as they are in this lovely fic by @crimsonrae: Cigarettes and Morning Breath 

And before you know it, you have a whole brood. Will that stop Sy? Meh..probably not. Fourth Time’s The Charm by @cruelfvkingsummer

And once he HAS a daughter? Woof! Dad Syverson is probably just a LITTLE bit too overprotective. But that’s nothing a daughter-dad weekend can’t fix. Daddy Syverson by @connieisland​

Imagine this: one big chunky Captain Syverson and one tiny, tiny babygirl cradled in his arms. Are you melting yet? Siobhán is just the cutest little fic, by @littlefreya

We really want Sy to get a daughter huh? And that’ll be particularly funny when daughter sweet becomes old enough for Prom Night -- we’ll be back with overprotective daddy Sy who is ever stubborn, but also ever sweet. By @littlefreya

Onto the holidays: Santa brings back home a 5-year old’s one true wish in Santa Letter Wish by @lovelycavills 

And sometimes? You wish the babe would wait JUST a few days before getting born. Christmas, Baby by @its--fandom--darling

Now. To finish off the Sy vibes; are you perhaps in the need of one heck of a good series? Willow Run is one of the first series I read here on Tumblr and it is SO GOOD. I won’t blab and just let you read ❤️ you won’t regret it. By @deathonyourtongue

With Geralt

Geralt, Destiny, one stubborn girl and the Law of Surprise - it’s a recipe for great adventures and funny grumpy dad!Geralt moments. This wonderful multichap fic A Soldier’s Daughter is written by @viking-raider​ 

I know it’s canonically impossible for a Witcher to get anyone pregnant (due to the Trial of the Grasses). But you know..if ..and when..and maybe..then: A Gentle Soul by @killjoy-assbutt-1112

With Marshall

Some mild roleplaying, rough smutiness and unexpected news make this love-making sesh a wild-wild ride. Heart Of Darkness by @littlefreya

Sleepless is a wonderful multichap fic with Marshall x single!mom reader. @feralrunaway gives you awkward barbecue chat and protective Marshall being ever protective. There’s no masterlist, so here’s (I think) all the chapters: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Can you imagine big hunky chunk Marshall being worried when you get all teared up with emotion? Baby Blues gives you allll the cute caring dad!Marshall you need. By @the-soot-sprite

With August

A child born out of love and chaos, is all August craves when he comes back home. Mother Of Murder by @littlefreya​ (smut) 

Bad guys, accidental babies and *BOOM* suddenly it’s not just you who calls August “daddy” ((pun intended here, please don’t hate me 😂)) Surprise, surprise.. by @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

And once such that surprise happens, August knows one thing for sure: he’d burn the whole world to a crisp if anything was to happen to you and his unborn child. In this Imagine by @littlefreya

With Napoleon

Sobs, cries and accidentally getting pregnant by spies ((the puns are getting worse, I swear I’ll show myself out in a bit)). On a serious note though: this multi-chapter is an angsty rollercoaster with a tinge of fluff by @coloraturadiva - A Mistake 

With Sherlock

Dad!Sherlock fics are surprisingly hard to find, but here’s one: Promises by @zodiyack is a bit of a modern interpretation of a Victorian household, and it sure as hell is delightful!  

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WEW! That was a LONG list - wonderful work dear fic writers! And, as ever; if you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! ❤️

( Fan art by me 😊)

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[kiritella]

Series: Sehnsucht, Chapter Eight: Retribution

Pairings: Geralt x Teen!Reader, Yennefer x Teen!Reader

Warnings: !!! death, child death !!! Fire, toxic parents? Burns. mentions of abuse, torture, murder.

Words: 4.7k

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She should have felt more, she thought, to push open the gates for the western outskirts of Ban Glean. It should have made her feel something. It wasn’t nothing, exactly, after all, there was a deeply rooted disgust within her. However, it wasn’t as groundbreaking as she had thought it would be. The steps she took past the boundary of the village were no different than the hundreds she had taken to get there, and strangely, no different than the ones she’d taken to leave seven years ago.

It felt wrong, somehow, to be so miserably calm.

“You cannot blame yourself for healing,” D’ao said. 

“I don’t really blame myself, it’s just weird. So much happened…” She frowned when the village gate creaked and shuddered, unable to close properly with its crooked hinges. She stopped, staring at the rotting wood and wearing ropes. “I used to hate this gate.”

“It isn’t much of one now…”

“Was it always so small?”

“Well…you were much smaller back then.”

She huffed a small laugh, nodding as she turned toward the heart of the village. An old alley between houses approached on her left, the alley where little boys and girls used to kick and spit at her. The one she was always afraid to pass when she wanted to come home from playing in the woods. She wondered again at how she didn’t feel—Oh. 

That was what was so strange. 

It wasn’t that she was calm, or that she felt nothing. She simply wasn’t afraid. Years of pain had taught her fear, and never once had she been able to pass through those gates, walk this lane, without a trace of it.

“Is this why you had me talk about it so much?”

“It is. And it is why you stayed with the knights of the flaming rose.”

She scoffed. “You hated it there, wanted to leave at any moment.”

“But you did not,” he said, and she fell silent. “For what they were in their deficiencies, they were still honorable. Your faith in humanity remains because of them. They gave you something I could not.”

“They were…good, in their own way, weren’t they?” she said as she entered the main road leading through town. A few people raised their heads to watch her pass, but she didn’t pay them much mind other than a glance and a nod, and no one tried to speak to her. “More lovely than these people.”

“Indeed. There is more cheer to be found in a graveyard.”

“Dead men can’t suffer, I guess.” she said, her eyes trained on a woman up ahead. She was hunched over a pail of water, a cloth scrubbed against a washboard, but her shoulders were exposed. The markings of a heavy whipping were borne on them, embedded and marred. She grimaced and looked away, a sickening burn in her chest.

She paused at the last turn and realized, then, just how small the village actually was. Even from here, she could see the other side of it. It seemed so much bigger back then. 

Three kids ran from another, nearly bumping into her when they ran across the street. They squealed and laughed, holding up sticks for swords and baskets for shields. They were so young, and naive, and didn’t understand the importance of what had happened here. Of what still happened.

Did they understand the cruelty like she had at their age? Had they been the subjects of it? They weren’t silent like she had been forced to be. Her heart ached, because even if they had tasted the end of cruel punishment, would they still end up like their parents? Little boys like their heartless fathers? Little girls like their docile, accepting mothers? It should have been a crime, she thought, for them to have been born in a place like this.

“It is not their fault,” D’ao said. “You can’t blame a child for the crimes of their parents—the laws. The only things they have done have been taught to them by the only people they have.”

“I don’t blame the children,” she said, turning the last corner. The Alderman’s house sat near the end of the street, large and built up, proud. “I blame their parents, and I hate that this wretched place is the only thing they will ever know. They are raised to believe cruelty is normal, and because of that, they won’t be any better. I mourn who they should have been, if they had not been born here.”

“Time will tell.”

“Time would see these kids whipped like their parents.”

“Time will allow for rage, and rage to rebellion, rebellion to change. The only thing certain is that nothing remains the same.”

“And how long will it take before a rebellion makes a change? How many people will be left to suffer and die here before someone gives a damn?”

“....’ D’ao sighed mournfully. “I don’t know. All I can say is this…do not mourn those who are not lost. These children may yet grow to be good people, and not all in this village were evil on the day you left it.”

She frowned and became silent. He wasn’t wrong. There were still good people here, and she would not be able to tear this place to the ground without regret. She hated it here, every rock, every building, every plant, but she could not hate every person. The mothers, despite their crimes of remaining silent and others for condoning, were mostly victims. The fathers, though some certainly deserved death, were subject to the laws and bound by them. She had seen men weep for their wives, and beaten themselves, because they could not bear to see their loved ones punished. She had seen mothers claw out the eyes of officials who dared to raise a hand against their sons and daughters. Yes, the place was wretched and she hated it to its very core, but she could not hate them all.

She stopped at the door of the Alderman’s house—her father’s house, if she were to relate to it. She did not bother to cast an illusion over her eyes as she knocked, finding it senseless at this point. Her mother would know, and her father would not be able to do anything worse than what he had already done.

“You are sure it was Ita who captured the Afreet.”

“The Council says so. It has been a week already, though, and I fear we might be too late.”

“Do you think she has already forced it into a contract?”

“I am not certain, but if she has, she has not done it here.”

“How do you know?”

“The village isn’t on fire, obviously. No genie would be bound without a fight.”

She grimaced, and D’ao continued. “Do not worry. If the Afreet is merely bottled up, you will simply take the bottle away from here and let it loose. It will know you once you begin the spell, and you will send it home with no issues.”

“And if it is bound?”

“Then your first time freeing a genie will be interesting!” D’ao said playfully. Her heart sank, and D’ao immediately changed tones. “Do not worry. It will be fine. I will walk you through what you forget.”

She hummed. Seeing as no one answered the door, she knocked again, but louder. Again, she was met with no response. Looking around her and seeing no one of great importance, she sighed and lifted the latch. There was no resistance, and so she shoved open the door and stepped inside. 

The house hadn’t changed much over the years. A table was to her left, a knife and carrots strewn about on it. A few chairs sat across the way in front of the fire, which still held steady flames and fresh logs. They hadn’t been gone long, it would seem.

“I thought you might come back one day,” a woman spoke, exiting the side chamber on the right. There was no familiarity in her figure as she stood and approached the fire. Nothing familiar in the way she walked, limping and crooked, or in the way she held her back up straight, her collarbones sticking out far too much from her skin. “It seems you could not gather the hint of an unanswered door, so please, come right in.”

“I wasn’t planning on coming back,” she said, and the woman, so dreadfully strange though once familiar, laughed softly. 

“And yet you did.”

“Ita—”

“Oh, you didn’t do me the traditional courtesy of calling me mother.”

The girl hesitated, strangely amused. Her brows furrowed gently. “Would you have preferred it?”

A pause. “No.” Ita sat herself in front of the fire. She did not look at her anymore, favoring the reflection of the flames. “By all accounts I have not been your mother for the last seven years. Before even that, I suppose I had not considered myself one. There is no need to stand in ceremony now.”

The girl grimaced and flicked her eyes away, favoring the carrots on the table. It was not as though Ita paid attention, or even could perceive the pang in her chest, but she found herself unable to look at her.

“What is it that you want?” Ita asked. “If you have come back here for my love, I am afraid I don’t have any to give you. You have known this since before you left, it hasn’t changed in your absence. You had best be gone while your father is out. Nothing good will happen if you stay.”

The girl smiled, and to a woman who did not consider herself her mother, it was genuine. “As you have said, I have never had your love. I do not need it now.”

Ita hummed, but there was something in the way her shoulders slumped. She stepped into the room, scanning the edges and shelves for the genie bottle. 

“Might I ask you something, though?” she said.

“If you must.”

“Why did you hate me for the same sins you committed?”

Ita snapped her head toward her with a hint of disapproval. “The same sins?”

“For being born, and for having magic.”

“Hated you for being born?” Ita said suddenly, as if surprised, and stood from her seat. The flames danced in her eyes. “No, I didn’t hate you for either of those things.”

The girl paused, her brows furrowing as bitter heat gripped her chest. “No?”

“You were right on one account, though. I did hate you for my own sins. You were quiet and docile. You listened to everything your father told you, accepted his beatings. And me?” she scoffed, “You looked up to me like I was some sort of saint—the epitome of good. You laughed and you smiled and you didn’t say a fucking word. You let them beat you. Then you came home to me so that I could fix it. Your saintly mother. I hated you, because you were my exact copy.”

The girl’s eyes widened when Ita’s hand swung out, a light orange spark illuminating beneath her skin, crackling at her fingers. “But I never hated you more than the day you were exiled from this place. It would have been better for everyone if you had killed every last one of us that day. But no, you were foolish, and you spared us. You condemned us to the misery of living in this place.”

Ita sneered. “Did you know they cut out Valeska’s tongue because she tried to defend her son when he played out in the woods? No one was allowed to leave without an official after you left. He was a child. They whipped that whoreson too, Balint, for having said something kind about you and the Witchers. The day you decided to be righteous—”

“Your sins, and the sins of the rest of this village,” the girl interrupted sharply, her voice frighteningly cold in contrast to the growing flame in her chest, “Are not my burden to bear.”

Ita stiffened and turned away. She looked into the fire once more and was silent for a time. “No, I supposed they aren’t.” She said miserably, “but the burden is heavy, and I am sick of carrying it.”

The girl’s lips twisted as she resumed looking for the genie’s bottle. A violent scream ached in the base of her throat. How could she defend someone else’s daughter, and in the same sentence condemn her own? Then she remembered, she was not her daughter by any account other than blood.

“I never blamed you entirely,” she said, “It was less your fault than father’s. He was the one who influenced the laws. I despised you for a while, but that is…I don’t feel much about it all anymore, it seems,” she said, quietly, honestly and she swallowed thickly. “I still don’t particularly like you though.”

Ita laughed humorlessly and shook her head. “A bit of honesty, I see. Let me push it further so we can both be on our way, then. If you don’t blame me, and you aren’t here for my love, then what are you here for? Are you here to forgive me then? To relinquish my burdens?”

The girl hummed as she poked around the vials and bottles and vases, none of which were what she was looking for. She took a moment to spare Ita a glance. “Nothing I say can remove the weight of what happened here. And if anything of what you have said is true, that my kindness is what makes you hate me, then I am certain my forgiveness would not relieve your burdens. It would only make them worse.”

Ita’s shoulders slumped. “I see. Then…” she whispered. Tentatively, she bent over the side of the fire pit, and reaching behind it into the shadows, pulled up a large clay bottle. Runes were written within the clay, old Elder speech, if she could read it properly, and as a lid, a metal seal. D’ao made a few selective remarks that shall remain unspoken for their vulgarity.

“Then I suppose you are here for this?” Ita asked, and the runes burned red and orange, the seal hissing as she lifted the bottle up. The Aftreet remained caged within. 

The girl stiffened, her jaw clenching as she remained silent. Ita smiled dimly as she turned to face her daughter. There, in the low light offered by the narrow windows and fire, the woman looked empty. Her arms crossed as the bottle hung from her slender fingers, her bones poking out from beneath her worn and taut skin. Her lips were cracked from anxious biting, her nails chewed short. Scars poked out from her shoulders and chest, bruises littered about her arms. For a mage, she was young and to some might have been beautiful still, if given the chance to heal. Despite the delicacies of her body, she was still simply empty. 

“You—” she started, taking a step forward as Ita interrupted her.

“I haven’t told anyone what happened that day, but I could hardly call myself a mage if I didn’t recognize the power of a genie.” Ita grimaced, her hands clenching the bottle tightly. “I could never understand you. After everything that happened…even with all that power at your fingertips.”

There was nothing she could say that would ease her mind. “I knew what everyone thought I was.”

Ita shook her head. “I learned some things when you were gone,” she said. “I had time to think and ponder, and I realized something about people. I didn’t know it for myself for several years—don’t move or I swear it I will drop this bottle,” she said and the girl froze in her tracks. 

Ita continued. “It came to me one day. I…Valeska, when they cut out her tongue, do you know what she did? She took her knife, and she slit the throats of three people before they were able to run her through. She had been so calm before then, quiet, like the rest of us. Everyone thought she had gone mad. That’s the thing, though, isn’t it? In every way we are extreme, were are the same in opposite. In every way we are kind, we are just as ruthless. In every way we are docile, we are equally savage.” She paused, and it seemed as though she wept, even though no tears were shed. “Monsters are born out of innocence, when they have had their innocence stripped from them in the cruelest ways.”

“...” the girl paused, shaking her head. It wasn’t… “We still have a choice. We aren’t…we aren’t mindless—we get to choose.” she crept a bit closer as flames danced in Ita’s eyes, sparked beneath her skin. For the first time since she entered the village, fear seized her chest.

“They already believe we are monsters, my dearest.” her voice cracked and her fingers twitched. “I’m just proving them right.”

Ita dropped the bottle, it shattered on the ground, and all at once, there was nothing but fire.

The flames enveloped her before she had the chance to react, their unnatural heat licking her skin as the ground quaked. She dropped to the floor as a violent screech cut through the air and the walls caved in. The roof erupted into flames, collapsing on top of her as a massive, bird-like creature launched up through the thatch and wood and soared up into the sky in a pillar of fire. 

She covered her head with her hands, and with a few mumbled words, the air around her seized and braced like a shield, barely enough to keep her clothes unburnt as the flames took hold of every open space. The house was set ablaze, and she was in the midst of it. She couldn’t breathe, and that familiar, haunting fear erupted in her bones.

The girl gasped for air, burying herself deeper in the ground as it trembled for her. The dirt stirred beneath her knees just as a support beam fell from the roof behind her, so close her heart jumped as the flames brushed the ends of her hair. 

“Get out!” D’ao shouted. A narrow dirt path lifted on the ground, the pocket of air surrounding her grew smaller. She crawled with the path, coughing as smoke gathered in her lungs, ducking beneath the falling roof and climbing over the walls as heat began to devour her skin. The path lead her stumbling into the street.

That stiff, sickening quiet that had once filled the village was gone, replaced with complete and utter panic and chaos. A rain of fire fell from the sky and she stumbled as she gathered herself to her feet. A man ran screaming from his home and fell, his body entirely consumed in flames. She couldn’t remove her eyes from him as he writhed. And then came the horror. 

The moment she took a step, she couldn’t stop running. She bumped into people and stumbled, lungs burning, until she found herself further from the center of the destruction. She hid herself on a beaten path behind a house. If she wanted, she could peek back out over its side and see Ita, see everyone and everything, but she couldn’t. Her heart beat violently against her ribs and her hands clasped over her ears to drown out the screaming. The flames and terror, the constraints on her lungs, it was familiar. Terribly. And all she could feel was chains, all she could see was blood and fire.

She couldn’t breathe. 

The wind stirred heavily around her as the Afreet soared above her, massive and bold, its wings of flame so intense that as they extended, their tips brushed the nearby houses and ignited the wood. And even in just those few moments, she looked back to the ground, and the place she had once called home, was slowly turning to ash and cinders. It seemed to her, in that moment, as the Afreet’s wings flapped and collided with the roof of the blacksmith’s shop, the one she hid behind, that even the dirt would not escape its fury. Hot coals littered the ground so fully the earth glowed red and she trembled.

“Gather yourself!” D’ao shouted, a steadying grip on her spin aimed to pull her out of the shock and panic. “Open the gate!”

She peeked around the corner, and in the center of the destruction, Ita stood, untouched by the flames with her arms stretched out. In a terrifying discovery, she heard the woman laugh. It verberated through the air and drowned out the screams. Her head whipped around with wide eyes, people ran all about as houses and trees caught fire. The wind picked up speed and stirred the dust and flames into a whirlwind.

“Aen daerienn essaeth–Aen dae—”

What were the words again?

The Afreet let out another ear piercing cry. She looked, and as it thrashed against the verbal chains Ita spoke into binding. 

“I-I—” she stuttered, shaking her head as destruction erupted around her. The flames turned from orange to blue, and an immense heat washed over her skin. Her breaths came in short as she coughed out the smoke and her skin burned. Bodies began to collapse in the street. “I can’t remember—The words—”

“Breathe, child—” D’ao said, and for a moment the rest of the chaos was drowned out. Her ears rang.

People bumped into her as they fled, running from the homes catching on fire. She stumbled. The whirlwind picked up heat, and she groaned as her arms began to blister. With a thrust of her hand, she buried it into the earth, and then pulled. The ground launched up in a wall against the wind, shielding her from the brunt of its heat.

“You must take a breath and steady yourself. You are the gateway, child. The words have not changed, you must open the door. I will guide you, but by God child, you must breathe!” 

Her body pulsed as though someone was beating against a closed door, and white lines cracked along the girl’s arms. Fresh air burst out of the miniscule fractures, filling her lungs. With it, came clarity. A cold wash of determination that was not her own, but granted to her from those on the other side of the door.

Across the way, Ita stood bathed in fire, but it did not hurt her. Instead, the flames sank into her skin until her veins turned red and crawled across her bare body. She was changing, morphing and crystalizing. It was unnatural and strange, but Ita did not waver even as her skin became dark as coal. 

She grit her teeth and gathered her wits with the fresh air. D’ao began to recite the words in her ear, the impression of his hand on her shoulder keeping her steady as she knelt on the ground. “Aen daerienn essaeth en’leass comp—”

The Afreet dove down into the village with an excited shriek, startling her. Dropping quickly back to the ground, she tossed up her hands and forced the earth to entomb her in a shallow grave as the Afreet’s wings glided an arm’s reach above her, the intense heat sinking so dreadfully into her hands that she screamed. The earth shook as D’ao cursed.

For the first time in years, he sounded frightened. The earth trembled as the firm impression of his arms around her held her tightly. “Let her finish the damn spell—hellish fool! Do you want to kill her?!”

The Afreet screeched, and when her grave unburied her, crumbling around her, her heart stopped. She could no longer feel the heat, or the blistering of her skin. She couldn’t feel anything except the bone-chilling horror. 

The flaming whirlwind expanded as Ita screamed, her body no longer her own as it turned back, morphing like red hot coals. Her voice was no longer hers, but layered and heavy, dreadful. But as the fire cracked, as it raged with boundless power, she watched it consume. The buildings were no more, having been burned to the ground, and because of this she could not escape the sights. Fire burst out and grasped hold of the people who ran like monstrous hands. Even the woods on the outskirts caught fire, and with agonizing screams, everyone within them burned.

For a moment, she could not speak, her mind unable to grasp reality as she watched a little boy—a child who had once held a stick for a sword, a basket for a shield—disintegrate into ash and bone. She could not understand how Ita, even consumed by fire and rage, laughed.

The Drowners that laid in rivers and ate children could hardly compare to what Ita was then, for Drowners were dead and could not understand. But she, in that moment, understood. She answered the questions she had held on to from the first moment she could think. Its answer stood in front of her. So, horror struck and frightened, she whispered the words D’ao whispered in her ear.

“Aen daerienn essaeth en’leass compes incantaentum. Ego conteram vincula vestra Cáerme creasa.”

A scream pierced the air as she reached out her hand and the chains binding the Afreet trembled and groaned. It was not from the Afreet, or even the ones subjected to the flames, but from the monstrosity that stood unbothered in the midst of the carnage. It was no longer Ita, as her flesh had turned to coal, her eyes empty of life and reddened to their core. It screeched like an animal, a mindless beast, its body becoming increasingly disfigured. The Afreet dove as white cracks began to from on the girl’s hands and reached up her arms with ghosts of golden smoke. The swarming sound of cicadas thrummed in every corner of her mind, echoing in the dirt beneath her feet, in the air she breathed. It built with every word passing her lips.

“Aen daerienn essaeath rhydd er mwyn niwtraliaeth. Agwetheill aep te Eileamaid Gaeth.”

The chains snapped. Ita’s remnants howled and jerked its head toward her. Miserably, it tried to charge at her, but the girl reached out an open hand, and the ground spiked beneath the creature. It pierced the its legs and they broke, the coal snapping in two. The creature did not seem to feel it, as it began to crawl toward her and howled. The white cracks reached up from the girl’s waist to cover her neck and met the ones breaking up her arms upon her shoulders. The Afreet’s tail touched the ground as it approached the woman from behind, and she closed her eyes and she spoke the incantation again.

“Aen daerienn essaeth en’leass compes incantaentum. Ego conteram vincula vestra Cáerme creasa. Aen daerienn essaeath rhydd er mwyn niwtraliaeth. Agwetheill aep te Eileamaid Gaeth.”

The ancient Elder words caused the air to thicken and condense, their weight descended upon the village to compact the dust and still the whirlwind, not even the flames could persist. The girl’s blue eyes flashed as a strike of lightning beneath the ocean and all at once, the Gateway opened. The cracks within her body expanded and separated in a blinding white light, and though it was not painful, it was consuming. She fragmented as the Afreet passed through her. There was a glimpse of an immense plane of fire. A dozen Afreets. A lake of white and blue flames. Reddened eyes and—a bow of gratitude. And then there was nothing.

It was dark as the fragments of her body and mind slowly sealed back into their rightful places, white cracks fading, closing the Gateway—sealing time and space. There was nothing in the midst of it, and she despised the complete stillness because in that moment, she was entirely alone, adrift as her body returned to its physical state.

Flashes of Kaer Morhen shot across her mind. Geralt and Yennefer in the gathering hall, their heads shooting up as the medallions hanging on the tree began to vibrate. She could swear she could hear their violent hiss. She saw as Geralt’s eyes landed on her, launching from his seat, her name on his lips before he too, disappeared into bitter blackness. She smiled as her weakened, reformed body began to collapse and she fell into the ash and cinders—amongst the bones of the dead and tormented, beside an unmoving coal hand, broken cleanly from its owner’s disfigured body. 

It was strange, then, because all she could see as her consciousness waned, the burns on her body consuming, was purple and gold. 

“Yenn—” she whispered, then her mind slipped and she was gone.

The token dangling from her neck pulsed.

#sehnsucht #geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #geralt x yennefer #geralt x teen!reader #geralt x daughter!reader #geralt x child!reader #dad!geralt #father!geralt #dad!geralt x reader #dad!geralt x teen!reader #dad!geralt x daughter!reader #father!geralt x reader #father!geralt x teen!reader #father!geralt x daughter!reader #father!geralt x child!reader #dad!geralt x child!reader #geralt x female!reader #geralt x afab!reader #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer x reader #yennefer x you #yennefer x y/n #yennefer x child!reader #yennefer x daughter!reader #yennefer x teen!reader #mom!yennefer

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top five obscure(ish) fairy tales, top five jeremy irons filmés, top five nasty little men who are gay icons, top five pieces of jewelry you can think of having seen anywhere, top five pieces of 20th century art, top five songs that make you blubber, top five musicals you're embarrassed to admit to liking (TELL US), top five things david 8 does, top five popular tumblr ships that you fucking hate

obscure fairy tales

The Juniper Tree! Not that obscure but a fav.

The Wise Little Girl -- I had a tape with this story as a child and it mainly made eiderdown sound really fucking good

The title story in Lise Lunge-Larsen's The Troll With No Heart In His Body! This book was a big part of my childhood and is truly atmospheric.

The Boy Who Drew Cats -- like a lot of people I first encountered this one via Lafcadio Hearn. I also love Momotarō and anything where people wish for a baby.

The Valiant Little Tailor/Seven At One Blow

I feel like my Tumblr mutuals are probably Donkeyskin people but that too.

top five jeremy irons filmes you are GENUINELY trying to kill me

Reversal Of Fortune (which makes good use of his "what a creep" factor)

Dead Ringers

Damage

The Merchant Of Venice (this was my first Shakespeare adaptation)

Dungeons & Dragons

top five nasty little men who are gay icons

JOEL CAIRO

CORNELIUS HICKEY

HERBERT WEST

BORIS LERMONTOV THEREDSHOES

MEEEEEEEEE

top five fav pieces of jewelry (restricting this to commercially available jewelry and also GOD DAMN TUMBLR ATE MY LIST)

doll hand pendant, Marina Bychkova

Dürer pendant, Moon & Serpent

"Our Darling" bracelet, Martha Rotten

"Lily Dale" lens pendant, Bloodmilk

"Beyond Is All Abyss" ring, Bittersweets NY

top five pieces of 20th century art (restricting this to stuff that's at the MIA, my local art museum, bc goddamn tumblr ate this too)

"Sandy", Walt Kuhn

"Carcass Of Beef", Chaim Soutine

"Strike Breakers (Company Violence)", Morris Topchevsky

"Fringe", Rebecca Belmore

"The Tea Party", Sylvia Fein

top five songs to make u blubber

"Fancy", Bobbie Gentry

"He Stopped Loving Her Today", George Jones (I'M FURIOUS)

"Cold Missouri Waters", James Keelaghan

"Come, Love, Come", Rhiannon Giddens (cw sexual violence, antiblack racism, slavery)

"A Quitter", Rasputina (cw suicide)

five musicals you're embarrassed to admit to liking (you are COMING for me today god damn)

uhhhhh top of the list is OBVIOUSLY Thrill Me: The Leopold And Loeb Musical

followed by Bare: A Pop Opera

followed by uhhhhhh some parts of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson LOOK I CAN EXPLAIN no i can't this whole show is like a meanspirited parody of Hamilton before that show even came out

followed by Silence! The Musical

followed by Lestat

top five things david 8 does

ride a bicycle

become very invested in a highly problematic film

wear flip flops

have a big old robot dick that [does/does not] work

kill his fucking dad

top five tumblr-popular ships that I hate

NBC Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, you can keep it now tbh.

Geralt/Jaskier -- I like this fine in the show itself but you know EXACTLY why I'm pissy about it on the internet, lmao.

Anything involving a character played by Bill Hader that isn't Barry Berkman, and even then you are on thin ice

Hades/Persephone, but hating tumblr-style Hades/Persephone is about as popular as the pairing itself.

TSOA-style Achilles/Patroclus (ditto, but I was writing smarmy conflictless backpatty smol achillean bean Achilles/Patroclus before it got big and I'm livid)

bonus round: character x reader of ANY kind, leave me out of it

#more information than you perhaps require #i have no idea how to tag my negativity but i s2g if you like these things you're fine

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The Witcher Masterpost

Main Masterpost

The reader is my OC, Akela, just with the pronouns/name changed as Tumblr seems to prefer reader!fics. Her version of each story can be found here.

one shots

Sticks and Stones (Geralt x reader) - After Renfri’s death, you find Geralt surrounded by a crowd of people throwing stones at him and yelling at him to die. Needless to say, you react in the only way possible. Like a witcher.

Heart of Geralt (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - Geralt and Jaskier’s first meeting, except with an added twist. Who knew the White Wolf liked raspberries?

The White Wolf and His Pup (Geralt x OC) - Geralt finds a baby girl in the woods, and for some reason, he can’t quite let her go.

Fragile (Geralt x OC) - Geralt deals with a sick baby.

An Accidental Purpose (Geralt x witchers x OC) - Geralt brings the baby he found in the woods to Kaer Morhen to meet Vesemir and his brothers.

Like Father, Like Daughter (Geralt x OC) - Geralt should have expected his child’s first word to be ‘fuck’.

Raising a Wild Pup (Geralt x OC) - Geralt deals with a tantrum, watches the sun set, and goes swimming. In one evening. That’s his superpower. He calls it fatherhood.

Eleven (Geralt x reader) - For a five-year-old, political events can be boring. Thankfully, Geralt is a master at distracting you.

Fire (Geralt x reader) - It’s your birthday, and you and Geralt celebrate by playing a game.

Book (Geralt x reader) - After a long day, you ask Geralt to read you a story before bed.

Eye of the Beholder (Geralt x Yennefer x Jaskier x reader) - Geralt has a tendency to cover your eyes whenever a naked person steps into view—as any father does—but this proves to be quite difficult when he first meets Yennefer.

Sex and Apologies (Geralt x Yennefer x Jaskier x reader) - After the djinn causes the building to fall around Geralt and Yennefer, you believe your guardian to be dead. He is, of course, very much alive, and you’re far from happy.

First (Geralt x reader) - You smile at a boy, and Geralt starts to worry.

Little Traveller (Geralt x reader) - While staying at an inn, you sleepwalk, leaving a very uneasy Geralt to come and find you.

You Make Me Smile (Geralt x reader) - The one thing you should never do is start a tickle fight with a witcher.

Each Other (Geralt x reader) - Geralt would never have believed that he’d one day find himself braiding a teenage girl’s hair, never mind her braiding his… But here he is. And he isn’t complaining.

Like Him (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - You and Geralt have an argument, and it takes a certain bard to get you to stop glaring daggers at each other and make up.

Dad (Geralt x reader) - Three times Geralt called you his daughter, and the one time you called him ‘Dad’.

A Mother’s Touch (Yennefer x reader) - Geralt is great, but sometimes, all you need is a mother’s arms to wrap around you and hold you close.

To Annoy a Witcher (Geralt x reader) - Five times Geralt hated the bard’s song, and the one time he didn’t.

Wild Rabbit (Geralt x reader) - You meet your mother—the mother who, as the stories go, left you to the monsters in the woods. Fortunately, you were found by Geralt before they could get you, but it’s safe to say you’re not happy to see this woman… and neither is Geralt.

Mud Monster (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - Jaskier should have known better than letting you convince him to play a prank on Geralt.

To Love and Be Loved (Geralt x Yennefer x reader) - Geralt and Yennefer aren’t exactly the most well-behaved parents when it comes to you and teenage boys.

Fishy Business (Geralt x OC) - Geralt teaches you how to catch fish.

Until the End (Geralt x reader) - After Geralt loses both Yennefer and Jaskier on that mountainside, you’re there to assure him that he’s not alone.

Constant (Geralt x reader) - You’re worried that, once Geralt finds Ciri, he’ll stop caring for you. Geralt’s quick to put your mind at ease.

Jealousy (Geralt x Ciri x reader) - You meet Ciri, and you are less than happy.

Name Game (Geralt x reader) - Geralt accidentally calls Ciri something he shouldn’t have.

The Pup and the Cub (Ciri x reader) - Geralt leaves you and Ciri to finally sort out your differences.

The Bard and the Barber (Geralt x Jaskier x Ciri x reader) - Though you’re all too happy to see Jaskier again, there’s one thing that must go: his hair.

Luna Wolf (Geralt x reader) - Geralt finds you on the bleak path of revenge as you hunt the leshy that killed Eskel.

For Eskel (Ciri x reader) - In the Temple of Melitele, you grieve Eskel.  

drabbles

Geralt x Jaskier - (“For someone who’s totally selling the monster-killing, impassive mystique, you’re surprisingly kid-friendly.”)

Geralt x Lambert x Eskel x Vesemir - (Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers.)

Geralt x reader - (“I’m bleeding!”)

Geralt x reader - (“Are you mad at me?”)

Geralt x reader - (“What the hell are you holding and why is it…wriggling?”)

Geralt x reader - (“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”)

Geralt x Lambert x reader - (“Poke me again and see what happens.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x reader - (“For the first time in my life, I genuinely want to throw my life in the ocean.”)

Geralt x reader - (“I’ll be here when you wake up.”)

Geralt x reader - (“Where’s Roach?”)

Geralt x reader - (“You have a stick in your hair.”)

Geralt x reader - (“You know I love you.”)

Jaskier x reader - (“I’ll always be there for you.”)

Geralt x reader - (Waking up face down in the dirt didn’t surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did.)

Geralt x reader - (“You can join them, you know.”)

#the witcher #masterpost #the witcher masterpost

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The Witcher Masterlist

(* indicates NSFW/smut)

Updated 7.10.2022 Add yourself to my taglist here! My The Witcher II Masterlist is here! My Henry Cavill Masterlist is here! My Red Dead Redemption 2 Masterlist is here! My The Boys Masterlist is here! BOLD IS NEW CONTENT

Geralt of Rivia

Oneshots

-The Keeper  -Safety  -Attention* -Without You  -Home -Keep Me -For Sleep // For Rest -Like Real People Do -Soft and Sweet -Smitten -The Worries of a Mother -The Fears of a Father (Part 1 // Part 2) -I’m Falling Again (one, two, and three) -The Witcher and The Wretch  -A Sick Witcher (Part 1 // Part 2) -To Protect Him -Courage -Heartbreaks and Heroics -The Eldest Son

Series

-Fate (Geralt x witcher!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

-Of Things Unseen (Geralt x f!OC) Moodboard/Playlist, Prologue, Prologue Cont., 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

-What Consumes Us Masterlist (biker!Geralt x f!OC) Character Guide, Playlist 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Sweet Creature (Geralt x princess!reader)  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4

Run (Geralt x princess!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, 

Headcanons

-Being Romantically Involved with Geralt.... -Being Pregnant with Geralt’s Child.... -Big Spoon Geralt.... -Geralt Having Triplets.... -Geralt x noncis!reader.... -How Would Geralt React To.... -Geralt Marrying Into Royal Family.... -Geralt Meets Your Parents.... -Geralt Takes You To Kaer Morhen      Part 1 -NSFW 18+ Alphabet* -dad!Geralt x reader discuss baby names

Asks/Requests

1 | 2* | 3 | 4* | 5 | 6* | 7 | 8 | 8.5 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21* | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 |

Jaskier

Oneshots

-Songbird -Little Devils (uncle!Jaskier)

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |

Yennefer

Oneshots

-Broken -Shelter

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Lambert 

Oneshots

-Attitude* -Surrender* -He Comes With The Storm

Series

Unwanted Company (Lambert x pregnant!reader) Part 1

Unwanted Animal (Lambert x fem!OC) One, Two,

Headcanons

NSFW 18+ Alphabet* SFW Alphabet  -Lambert Meets Your Parents

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4* | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 |

Eskel

Oneshots

-Wounded -Warmth -Tender Bruises* -Midnight Adventures (uncle!Eskel) -Sunflower -Safe and Sound -Behave* -Lost But Not Forgotten  -Beneath the Heat of the Sun -Before the Fire* -Sometimes I Wonder* -Meteor Shower -Morning Market -Homecoming -Morning Conversations | Part 2 -How to Be A Romantic -If I Fall (dad!Eskel) -Little Shadow (dad!Eskel) -Rainy Days

Headcanons/Drabbles

-Eskel Meets Your Parents -NSFW 18+ Alphabet* -SFW Alphabet -A Shift in the Weather

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5.1 | 5.2 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |

#geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt #geralt x reader #geralt x oc #geralt fic #geralt oneshot #one shot #oneshot #the witcher #the witcher netflix #netflix #henry cavill #biker!Geralt #lambert #lambert witcher #eskel #eskel witcher #vernon roche #roche #dettlaff van der eretein #dettlaff #regis

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 16.1)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

UPDATES FOR WITCHER OF THE NIGHT WILL BE PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY NOW IN MY TIME (GMT +8) (GUESS WHAT? IT AIN’T SATURDAY TODAY! LMAO)

CHAPTER 16

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: The best part has finally come to an end, life aren’t all smiles and rainbows. Now, here comes the negativity that will surely eat you whole with the life you have with the witcher. 

Warnings: Fluff! Kinda’ Dad! Geralt? Slight. Cirilla being such a sweetheart? Jaskier being Jaskier. Mention of blood. Insecure and overthinking reader. Mention of Yennefer and Renfri. 

Words: 8k+

A/N: This should’ve been posted last saturday. But, life happened so here it is. I should’ve been taking a break but I think I’ll have my break next saturday instead. Think of this as if I just gotten late to post this chapter for you, bb’s! Though, there will be no update on June 27 instead! 

TAGLIST IS STILL OPEN FOR THIS ONE! Heehee! Don’t forget to REBLOG, COMMENT OR GIVE FEEDBACK IF YOU DID LOVE THIS CHAPTER! IT’LL MAKE ME SMILE! Sorry for the grammatical errors and such because English isn’t my mother tongue!

Disclaimer: PNG’s and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and oneshots are definitely from moi.

MY WORKS ARE NOT NOT NOT NOT NOOOOOOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER WEBSITES. My official username in Wattpad is “TATATHEPOTATO” and that’s the only other site I have for writing aside from Tumblr. Thank you, Tater tots!

THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. It was the day where Geralt was back on his wild hunt. He'd procrastinated more than he can ever plead for; taking him days with his family was better than having none as the lone witcher would leave with nothing but his horse and sword like the good ol' days.

Other times, he'd have Jaskier in his trips when the bard was too restless to stay and guard Cirilla---it has been two years for doing so---and he would complain about how tedious Geralt would tell his stories about slaughtering such a specific beast. The toubadour wanted to experience and see everything happen before his eyes regardless of his fear for such. 

Which leaves Cuthbert and his family for taking care of the princess. Besides, Geralt thought it would be better that people wouldn't see Cirilla living in their home from time to time, as it can also complicate how she would be found because she didn't need to be.

But, with you around; there has to be somebody that was needed to guard and take care of his child of surprise; leading the preferable options down to you because you knew how a girl works and how their mind moves rather than with Jaskier who always welcomes him home with arguments about nonsense things together with his child of surprise. Complaining how she'd intentionally stomped on his foot because of how she was confined in their home all the darn times till how his cooking was abnormally awful rather than Geralt's.

No matter how uneasy Geralt was with leaving everyone alone, he needed to sacrifice the worries away for his family and choose the safety for the people. Even if it would take him days to bask in his solitude with Roach whom he would have as his silent companion.

The witcher was getting ready for his hunt today. He was checking on stuffs that were utterly important not to forget. Elixirs. Herbs. Equipment. Weapons. Geralt continued to place his things inside his bag before a soft piece of parchment has brushed off his fingertips, making him stop from rummaging inside his bag to snatch it out.

It was the drawing he retrieved from the gallants he'd fought. The broken sketch of you and him together, taken from being scoured by the royal guards because he was needed for a favor that could help the kingdom and its heir.

Fucking people who kept on needing him all the damn time. He silently spewed blasphemy over and over inside his head for making his life more complex than it ever was with Destiny laughing on his side.

Especially that he was finally accepting what it brings to him. You.

He'd taken one last look on the paper before tucking it inside his bag; in a safe place where it wouldn't be destroyed before he'd heard familiar stealthy footsteps padding closer to where he stood beside his horse.

"Geralt,"

Jaskier has taken what the witcher has fetched him to, showing the contents of what laid on his palms before his brooding friend has taken it with a begrudging look that says he woke up on the bad side of the bed today.

Though, the bard was sure he did because of the perception that he needed to leave you alone in his chambers.

Geralt has given him a sharp look which has taken aback Jaskier who seemed to be surprised in such the break of dawn, ceasing his yawn when he'd received such surprising antagonism. He saw the blank stare he'd given him, thoroughly stupefied from whatever sauciness he was trying to give.

Jaskier could even notice how he was more quiet and grumpier than usual first thing in the morning. An unusual state of the witcher when you came along because he was finally talking more after getting some sleep.

"What’s going on, Geralt? Did something happened? I thought friends trust each other! You know you can trust me on this---anything! Is Roach dying? do you need another horse?"

The monster-slayer raised a sassy brow at his friend, looking away as he went on to obtain the items that laid on Jaskier's hands. His hands abnormally heavy as their hands grazed each other; letting the bard know that there was something more to it other than the idea that you would be away from him.

"Should I ask you the same thing?" he deeply grumbled, sounding like a snarl that has caught Jaskier off guard.

His talkative friend appeared to be wounded from his silent grudges that he held out for him. Jaskier couldn't help but scrunch his face in utmost perplexity, feeling aggravated for what attitude Geralt has been giving him when all he had been doing was help him in such a crazy, early hour of the morning.

He won't be taking his attitude when he was still heavy-eyed from trying to get his sleep last night. Reasons why he couldn't was because his room was beside yours and the insatiable witcher. Technically, his suggestions that have been approved sometimes hit him in the head like a boomerang; he didn't think it through that his advice can bring him results where he would suffer.

Geralt and his shitty, overly developed libido.

"But, I don’t have a horse! Why are you---Oh! Ohohoho. You were being sarcastic! I know you---know the differences of those monotones of your verbose timbres. Everybody should applaud me for it," Jaskier scornfully laughed, annoyed by how the witcher has been acting. He held onto his hips, shoulders rolled as his head fell back while he sarcastically laughed, feeling the swift breeze of the morning fog giving him a whiplash as Geralt walked pass him to fix Roach's reigns. The toubadour has turned on his heels to see the subtle swerving of topic by staying silent and minding his own business.

"---I'm utterly not in the mood for your grouchy attitude, Witcher! You sound like you are accusing me of something I shouldn’t have done!"

Roach gave a nicker as she heard two friends share their squabbles; being immature over not sharing what one has a problem over the other.

"You sound guilt-ridden." Geralt bluntly stated, ignoring the bard who has sauntered in front of him with an offended face. His friend seem to be lost at words from where ever his hostility is coming from. 

Jaskier tried thinking it through, cocking his head to the side as he stood before the brooding witcher. He hadn't been too intrusive the past few days nor did he try and get his patience boiling. In all honesty, the bard has set a good amount of space around Geralt when you came in their lives. Reaching to the point that Geralt spends his time with you and Cirilla a lot more than him.

Though, there were the times where Jaskier gets to spend more time with you than Geralt when he was being the complicated mutant he is, sharing banters with you that ends up in a wrestling match because of how he kept on spitting jests that rattles the kindness you ought to have.

The witcher knew Jaskier blushed when he’d accidentally tackled you to the ground from choking him with all your might as you used your arms. The bard’s weight bringing you down when he tried battling with your physical blitz of ripostes. Geralt couldn’t help but purse his lips at that as he watched you wrestle with his annoying bard who had a palpitating heart from being flustered over you. 

Jaskier likes you and he was sure about that.

"W-What---Oh! what a fuckin’ crass you are! What do you even mean?!" he bellowed and stammered, sounding and looking utterly lost. Pretty ocean blue eyes demanding for answers over what grudges he was holding; dramatically raising a hand for thespian gestures.

"Does she look like Booker? No. I suppose not. The cavalier you were fond with was horrible," Geralt sounded too straightforward, never known to sprinkle his words with flowery vernacular that would consider him kind and nice. He gave out a loud, audible sigh; giving him a nonplussed look.

No matter how rude he sounded, his eyes had a look of defiance and understanding. The witcher wasn't mad at the fact that Jaskier has taken a liking towards his midget. No. Geralt knew better than to be enraged over feelings he couldn't control; much so to himself despite of hating the strong feelings he was having over you.

Besides that, Jaskier was his friend. He respected you and Geralt because he knew what was coming forth between the both of you. Like a masochist, even to the point of helping you and the white wolf build the relationship that was bound to happen sooner or later.

Julian Alfred Pankratz just knew you were both endgame from the moment Geralt of Rivia have saved you from those scoundrels. What stated his facts correct was the subtle glimpses that the witcher has been giving you whenever you were around or near their presence; staring when you least expect him to and caring when you needed to be fostered.

Your existence had Geralt thoroughly interested for what and who you were and his friend could visibly see that.

Hence, right at this moment; it was his time to look obvious towards the ivory haired witcher over his one-sided attraction he had for you.

"I should've known, Jaskier. Your gestures aren't exactly subtle."

Geralt shook his head when he lately realized that, clasping a hand over Jaskier's shoulder to give a firm pat; respecting whatever he felt for you. If he wanted to continue those unrequited feelings, it was fine. But, the gesture from him was a silent discussion that he won't be backing down nor stepping away to give the him the opportunity to become what Geralt is already to you.

"I beg your pardon---? Shouldn't you be attacking me with your little tricks already?---I mean, right! Yeah." Jaskier started and stammered at the same time, but was cut off by a terse statement.

"Never leave her side as much as I would."

Geralt gave another light pat to his shoulder before he walked around him, treading over the front door to retrieve two flasks of water and your special Ale that he somehow needed to bring because it reminded of you. The bard trailed behind him, following his footsteps till he was hunched over to get them.

"Geralt, if I may ask---but I hope you wouldn't punch me in the gut after this. The Djinn, obviously was a snake in the lake. What will happen to her now?"

Jaskier just couldn't help but shut his mouth now, does he? he thought at the back of his mind, silently cursing for even bringing it up for him to remember.

The witcher stood up with a long drag of his breath; sounding surfeited by how his mind worked. He was in deep ponder over knowing that his friend had taken the hots for you too, yet he appeared to sound like he was pushing you away soon that he knew Geralt was thoroughly enamored.

"Now, you want her to go." he deadpanned, nettled by what he was suggesting. His eyebrows tightly crossed together from how cretinous it sounded, "---I've been told by a daft of a bard to keep the rat when I was finding a shitty Djinn,"

Geralt couldn't accept what he was hearing. He didn't need to hear this question especially when he was leaving for a hunt. The latter was finally trying to accept what destiny holds out for him, testing what would happen with you around; thinking if it was even a smart decision for him to not challenge fate for the second time around.

It was probably for the better before any sacrifices can happen. Though, why was he even being questioned when he's finally having momentous moments with you?

Geralt gravelly hummed in displeasure, walking away from his friend as he said out loud with a brooding demeanor, moon over by what questioned he received when he'd only done what everybody wanted from him.

"You smell of heartache, rejection and bewilderment, bard."

Jaskier looked utterly wounded from receiving such spiteful words.

"O-Oh! You just didn't quote me that, witcher! You are beyond frank and hilarious when you are being verbally challenged!"

He heavily marched towards Geralt, stopping in front of him with his arms dramatically wide open; indignant of how petty he sounded for being asked over a question that was bound to be inquired soon enough because you were a person who came from another dimension that truly exists.

"I was simply asking what you would do when the rat finally needs to come home from where she rightfully belongs! What will happen to her?!----especially, to you, huh?!"

Geralt's eyes were heavy as it landed on him. Brooding. Crestfallen. Enough to say that the concept of it made him even more dejected and disgruntled. The witcher kept his mouth tightly shut, snapping his eyes away to mule over what he said.

You were already a part of his home besides his original family and Geralt didn't know what to do when one person leaves. Again. He was already done with leaving people and it wasn't surprising when karma hits him back as it'll use you as a pawn.

But, he does not opt for it to happen.

Jaskier brought his arms down to his sides. Baby blue eyes narrowed and his eyebrows pushed together to elicit his worry for his friend despite of the real deal that he also had with you.

"----Because apparently, you are in the risk of heartache when the time comes for her to leave. Isn't that right, Geralt?"

The break of dawn is nigh; dark and light colliding to meet the sun as they were finally reaching daybreak from all the fusses that was happening. He should've left before you even woke up, knowing you would be slightly upset as you weren't used to what life he had nor did you exactly have the vivid idea of everything.

You knew nothing at all and soon enough, Geralt was sure it'll kick him in the butt for not saying anything more about their world and for what it holds.

"You aren't just fond of her anymore. It's beginning to grow more than that," Jaskier honestly convinced his theories and observations, pausing to look at Geralt who has given him a tiny quirk of his brow for what he wanted to say, "---Before you tell me that it's because of something the Djinn has cast upon you both, it must be wrong."

Geralt went completely silent; letting Jaskier share his opinions laid out for him to understand, "You risked to appear in front of that wandering vampire that the queen has kept around---" pause. "---risked everything we had, trying to lay low from everyone because our lives are at stake here,"

Jaskier's weight fell on one foot to the other, raising a hand to point at himself as he continued to conclude, "You can fool anyone but me, Geralt. I can see who she is for you,"

"What do you want me to say, Bard?"

He brought a finger up to the witcher, ceasing his temper from bursting out of nowhere, "All I'm saying is that you shouldn't let her go." pause. "---Keep her, because I know you'll think of the greater good and try to fix everything according to your treacherous and foolish plans. Don't let her leave you---don't make her leave us,"

Geralt cocked his head to the side, forehead creased in confusion for the sudden contrast of his advice. His friend was technically not sounding forthright after asking him what his decision was with the involvement of you.

The latter started again, "Choose---" Brusque and impatient. His harsh, clipped tones cut him off. Geralt stated as a matter of fact, "---the lesser evil. So, I've been told."

He rounded up and dragged his feet away from the bard, walking the path back to his horse with a vexed Jaskier who angrily marched to where he was.

"No, you fool!" he ungraciously exclaimed, standing beside Geralt who took Roach's reigns, tugging at it as he motioned for her that it was time for her to gait, taking heavy steps away from their home while Jaskier followed close.

"---choose the greater good; even if the decision makes you selfish, Geralt."

The witcher looked up at the sky, seeing the beautiful sunny color paving its way to greet them a good morning. It wasn't a good morning to him based on how irritating the start of his day began. He stopped his mosey with an evident sigh, letting Jaskier continue to talk.

"---Stop challenging fate before it's too late---you deserve to be happy---surprising isn't it? From a bard who keeps on blabbing horse shite all the bloody time---well, I'm tired of being with a brooding witcher! If it means to be with a rat forever just for you to stop being cantankerous then I'm accepting the sacrifice!"

The bard's voice echoed across the meadow, combining along with the chirping of birds and the strong breeze of the morning wind. Roach was sniffing Geralt when he'd heard that soft padded footsteps jumping down their stairs in a hurried manner. He'd given Jaskier a disappointed look of his golden peepers; his plan now ruined that he would leave without bidding goodbye because of one bard that could always get under his skin for no reason.

"You were saying, bard?"

You were out of the threshold in no time. Hair in a tangled mess from your previous nightly adventures; along with your painted skin that had witcher bites, looking gauche from wearing Geralt's large tunic that ended on your knees with nothing under and a pout drawn to your face as you ran barefoot along the meadow, wildly screaming his name.

"Geralt-of-fucking-Rivia!" you panted and whined, never believing that he was leaving without any form of goodbyes, "---Don’t you dare step a foot! I swear to God, I will cut your majestic white hair when you walk away and I’ll never make you my special ale anymore!"

The threat was loud enough for him to cease his footsteps; plans of irritating you further would never be a good idea especially that he was leaving for a hunt. 

Palms upon your knee, you stood in front of the frowning witcher wearing his black, leather full gear armor; heaving deep pathetic breaths as your hauled over yourself, raising a hand to stop him from leaving.

When you've finally caught your breath, you promptly straightened your back; letting him see your swollen eyes due to sleeping late with probably morning dew slipping a few off the ends of your eyes. He affectionately caught sight of your upset ones; displeased from his sudden flee.

"How dare you leave when you know I don't wake up early like this?---and leaving without a hug!? Seriously, Geralt?!" you declared, obviously unsettled from being fucked the night after without waking you up to say that he was about to leave you for days in a world you hardly know about?

"---What if I don't get to see you again?"

Questions after questions, you demanded answers from Geralt in which it shall never be received based on how he simply watched you raved, feeling the discomfort and worry of leaving his family alone, "What if you never come back?" it sounded like you were thoroughly agonizing over the idea. You started to fret, toes feeling the moist pasture land over the soles of your feet; bringing you more concern.

"---What if I've been kidnapped or something?!"

Geraly shook his head, mouth in a tight thin line as he interrupted, "You're never leaving the house, midget. You need to take care of Cirilla," he let go of Roach's reigns to place his arms on either side of him, his tone more passive than yours, the words he told held more meaning as if he was giving a lot more trust than he can ever do by letting you handle the responsibility for his child of surprise even just for days.

The point simply tells you that he wasn't treating like you were his possession after admitting his feelings. Geralt was acting like a father and a husband for making you feel that way over supporting what he does for a living.

Just the act itself made you reach out for Geralt's hand, tightly clutching it in both of yours like you didn't want him to leave because you were feeling a little agitated for no reason. Overthinking always does take a toll on you. But often times, these female intuitions you have were correct for whatever bad feelings you were having.

Geralt closed his fist to subtly caress the back of your hand as Jaskier tried to convince and pour ice to your anxiety filled head, "Small rat, those are only predictions. He won't die yet. You're talking to a 100 year old witcher and you're frightened that he wouldn't come back alive?"

You face suddenly morphed into confusion, giving Jaskier a look of puzzlement. 100 years old? Geralt never looked that old to you, maybe his face was pretty much mature than yours but his features tells that he was around 30'ish and above, a lot more older than you nevertheless.

Geralt was still quiet as he continued to brush his thumb over the back of your hand. No objection was received and so, you believed Jaskier's words were true. Yet, his age never made you uneasy nor made you want to run for the hills. He was still Geralt. Your mean looking, soft-hearted witcher. More human than any other man can ever be.

He was yours. Only yours; and you needed to bite your tongue from saying words that would taser your heart from being unanswered.

"Wait---what--- you're a 100 years old?!?!----anyway, Geralt---!!" Geralt only hummed in dissatisfaction for Jaskier's existence in their world.

You peered up at the witcher with a fretful beam, your nose scrunching from feeling too worried for him when he goes out to hunt for his monsters; remembering what stories he told and the scars you've seen on his body. It was making your heart feel heavy, and Geralt wasn't a simpleton to not know nor feel how concerned you were for him.

It's been a long time since he's ever had someone making him feel all sorts of things and the doubled up emotions was making it more uncontrollable for the feelings he had for you.

"In our world, when a person leaves, they always bid their goodbyes!" Geralt drowsily blinked back at you, an utter soft flicker in his eyes that made your heart turn to mush.

Your eyes were hopeful as you asked, "---now, where's mine?"

You've let go of his hand, timidly standing before him with your frail arms on either side; wiggling your bare toes on the grass as you shyly waited for his reaction. Was it too much to ask even just a kiss before he goes?

"Goodbye, midget." the white wolf gravelly rasped, insincerity dripping in his tone because he didn't like bidding goodbyes to people he would still get to see again. The words seemed to be bitter for his taste, his farewell totally feigned because he was never going to leave for good. You've seen a tiny slip of his fangs as he talked and tried to regret what he said.

"---though, I doubt I meant that because I am not leaving for good,"

His reaction made you want to jump in a hole and just talk to yourself instead. Your face fell at that and Jaskier was found silently wincing from what the witcher has interpreted. He would rather bask in his own laughter and silence by himself than be punched by Geralt. So, he did; snorting a chuckle as he continued to eavesdrop and watched you both in a conversation.

Though, the bard's laughter was momentarily ceased when Geralt sent him a scowl.

"Why am I---why are witchers idiots? why are you an idiot sometimes?!"

Jaskier was known to be brave for even deciding to be Geralt's travel companion before; having the freedom to annoy him and never gotten the chance to end up beheaded or served as a meal for monsters. He was the only person who Geralt could handle no matter how he brings problems and for how annoying he can become.

However, at some point; they've gotten into a huge fight and it was intense. Luckily, they were on good terms right now after being separated.

"I second the notion, small rat!" the toubadour jested with a grin; Geralt's lack of knowledge about romantic gestures entertaining him.

You palmed your face in fluster and from the frustration; seeming more difficult to say what you truly wanted because Jaskier was close enough to hear what you could ask. A frown etched your face, grouching before the witcher like a kid that has never been given a big swirling rainbow lollipop.

"I didn't meant that! I meant---I meant---!"

You were stammering as you stood rooted on the ground, glancing up at Geralt while subtly pointing to your pouted lips. He calmly breathed out his frustrations from not understanding you prior before. But, the way his golden eyes lit up, sparkling beneath the sun's rays made you see that he knew what you meant.

His eyes were like diamonds twinkling under the sun and it always leaves you bewitched.

He has given Jaskier another grimace before humming back at you in comprehension, "A buss." His mouth curled in a small smile before you've seen him give you a gesture with his hand; urging you to come closer.

"Come ere'. You should've been more specific, midget."

Geralt slung an arm around your hips, his armor hitting your skin with soft clungs; pulling you closer to him as he leaned down to your height, catching your ajar lips in between his as he puckered to give you the most tender kiss you've received, taking you breath away like how he always does.

He'd kissed the tips of your vermillion, feeling like the other piece of your heart has been put together; making you feel complete. Satisfied. With the sudden life that was given to you when you woke up in the middle of the forest, having no idea how you've been transported.

But, experiencing no obstacles in their world from the time being was making you feel jittery because you knew life didn't work that way. It always leads you into an ocean, making you drown in impediments that can assuredly take the happiness away from you in just a flash.

You knew something was about to happen because fate always leads you in that position. It was like it wanted you to taste what contentment in life would be before snatching it out of your hands.

What would your fate bring you in their world?

Geralt has pulled away in the slightest amount. The tips of your vermillion brushing against his as your heart felt heavier to feel his warmth around you; not liking the concept of your witcher away because of certain reasons you couldn't explain. Faint voices has woken you up from your slumber, forewarning about him leaving you; urging for Geralt not to go which took you to run out of the door in your disheveled state.

He lightly gave you a kiss on the tips of your nose; your mouth frowned at that no matter how your heart slightly fluttered from the soft gesture. Geralt straightened his back as he has given Jaskier a knowing look. Jaskier unconsciously has given him a subtle roll of his eyes, feeling that he was being cocky for showing that he had the freedom to kiss you like that. It was how Geralt could define his repartee and Jaskier swore that he got one point of having the upper hand from the surprising physical display of affection.

"Difficult...to be lovers with a 100 year old witcher, won't you say?" he sent the message to you and sounded like he wanted to sulk but he covered the tone with a feigned cough.

Light hurried footfall came falling behind. The Ashen haired child announced her appearance with a look of nausea; her nose twisted in distaste for what she saw because she had already been watching you three in a distance.

"Ugh, gross." she joked, quickly replacing her abhorrence with a genuine smile, "---Is this how disgusting it is to see a child's parents kiss?"

Everybody turned to look at her, the arm that has snaked around you was now gone as you also looked at the princess with a bewildered expression for what she'd said. Nobody dared to object nor concur to what they've heard, only reticence.

But, not for Jaskier. He'd called Cirilla out for saying those words unexpectedly.

"So, you're calling them your parents now? Mother? Father?---and me?"

The lion cub of Cintra raised a sardonic brow as she tightly crossed her arms over her chest, tone all jest and playful as she commented, "---Which leads to you, bard." she abruptly paused to make it sound more intriguing as she spat, "---a dust mite in the household."

Cirilla took several steps closer to Geralt, making you fall back to give them time together. You've given them both a loving smile to indicate that you loved seeing them interact all the time because of how compassionate he was over his child, such a fatherly thing he appeared to be like, with the princess finding comfort and protection in his arms as she stepped closer to give the witcher a big, bear hug that he certainly didn't think twice to accept.

"Take care, Geralt. More than ever--please do come back,”

You eyed Geralt who was hugging Cirilla, your smile turning wider than ever as you lively jested among the affectionate scene you were seeing from a father and daughter.

"Is this the part where we should give you a group hug?---Okay! Okay! I'm joining!" Cirilla wholly accepted the idea of that and pulled your arm to surround beside her and Geralt; his hand immediately falling on your side, grabbing you closer once you were pulled by the pretty child.

The giggles that he heard from you both has lifted a smile on his brooding, sharp features. He lowly hummed in content before lifting his eyes off his girls in his arms to glance at Jaskier who seemed to suddenly be out of humor.

"Bard." he gruffly called out, amused from how the troubadour was despondent from the whole thing happening. Geralt gave an audible huff, alarming Jaskier because he knew what he was thinking. The witcher was thinking how pathetic he was looking to be so withdrawn over the abrupt embraces under the newly emerging morning sun.

"A dust mite mustn't interfere with a family group hug---oof! This is harassment!"

Jaskier was strongly pulled by Geralt who took no complaints over the embosom he was in, puffing out a frustrated breath as he tried to pull back from the embrace but had no choice when the witcher was using his strength, his hand behind the poet. His slight struggle painless for him. He gave the bard a strong pat on the back that made him cough out on how his lungs hurt from the sudden attack.

His grapples were cut short when you've placed your palm just below Geralt's; giving Jaskier a hug as well. Your touch felt unexpected as the white wolf heard his sudden heart palpitations over the subtle brush of your fingers on his friend.

Geralt knew, but not you.

Jaskier will be fine. If this was the only affectionate gesture that he could get you in, so be it. His unrequited affection will go away slowly, he hoped.

The white wolf's departure haven't lasted for a day till you were low spirited enough to stare out onto the windows, sitting on the stoned sill of the windows. Your viewpoint giving such reverence over how immeasurable their world could offer. From trees to the core of their land certainly looked earthy to you. A facsimile of what your world has been. Do they have oceans too? Noodles? Oh, you definitely wanted noodles for thinking about it.

Kaedwen. It was what their kingdom is called. You've also heard about Nilfgaard. Novigrad. But, you have no idea as to what it looks like rather than the kingdom of Kaedwen that looks no good like how you imagined Switzerland to be if you were talking about how the government treats their people.

Humans were treated poorly and even to the point of selling themselves as slaves; remembering what you have heard and saw while walking around the marketplace back then. They were living in dirt and striving to live with the ones who were abundant, seeing like they could never surpass to be cared for like they were humans.

Their government are treating them like garbage. The medieval movies you've watched were real because you also remember how you were close to being sold by a nobleman because no one knew who you were; having no name or a bloodline that could save you from being abjected.

Except for Geralt who needed to create a bloodbath just for you to live. The act alone has probably given him a violation against their law because of how he'd killed knights or people. Or was it legal for it happen?

You were staring far too long out in the open; waiting for your witcher to come back. What if he was away to probably find the sorceress that could bring you back home? Or better yet, what if he did find Yennefer and comes back choosing her instead because you're too dependent over him. His tiny mortal who always needed saving?

What if he gets tired of you? will he throw you away just like how people treat their lovers in earth when they're bored of each other?

What if you've just existed in their dimension because you were needed to fill the empty gap of Geralt's heart until he finds the sorceress?

You've asked Jaskier about it the past few days ago which has left your heart in a disgruntled mess when you've had answers over his relationships he never tells about.

"So, Yennefer, huh?" you've followed Jaskier out of the house. Nightfall was about to come by soon and Geralt wasn't around as he left with no words. The bard jogged through the end of the meadow till he'd reach the edge of the vast forest, twigs and branches breaking apart from every step when you've trailed behind him with a bothered heart.

"What?---Oh! You're asking me who she is?" Jaskier crouched to pick up blocks of wood that will cover up the whole night full of brisk as darkness was bound to visit soon. You hugged yourself to calm down the goosebumps that rose your skin when the cold hits you,"---Would you want a simplified explanation or a detailed one?"

You thought for a moment before feeling your heart beat ringing in your ears. It was that loud for the anticipation running in your veins for how curious you were about Geralt and a vision of his past, "The simplified one,"

Jaskier continued his rummaging, picking up woods after woods as he nonchalantly tittle-tattled, "She's a strong, fierce sorceress. Nice too because she's helped me out of a curse but also kind of rude to me---I am not biased just because of the whole crow’s feet ordeal---they've shared quests and I've been there to witness how they connect with each other. However, their relationship has lots of ups and downs. They've somehow find each other no matter what happens back in the decades except for now."

Your throat felt like there was some phantom hands trying to choke you; constantly bickering back to tell how strong and powerful she was that they've shared tales and adventures. It was downing over your head about how much of a burden you have been to Geralt, the constant feeling of your relationship with him being the cause of the responsibility he had for taking you because he had no other choice that he was the first person you've encountered.

You were definitely the most useless amongst his prior lovers.

He shrieked when a large bug has flew over his face, flicking them away with his hands as he threw his arms around; trying to hit the bug with a block of wood as he continued to talk, "---Move away, you shite of a bug!---Geralt stopped finding her due to reasons I have no clue about and because he needed to avoid people at all costs---but---oh, gods. It’s quite difficult to explain,"

Jaskier has gathered all the wood he needed. You've reach out to help him carry the blocks but before you could even touch them, he'd stepped away and walked around you as he continue to speak, "Oh, and about Renfri; don't bother nor think about it."

He heard your footfalls following him back to the meadow and even heard you exclaim, "Why?"

"She's reached her demise. Explains why Geralt has a moniker named the 'butcher of Blaviken'. Ended up killing her to save an ignoble child named Masha---Martha---Marilka?! Oh, whatever! He chose that to save the innocent lives of people instead. He never told you that?"

Your felt the needles poking through your chest because of how naive it felt to know nothing about it, also feeling sad about her early demise. You've remembered how Geralt ceased his stories when he'd reach the part where he went to a town named Blaviken; not even bothering to tell you that he has met a woman named Renfri and somehow had such hapless fate between them both.

You felt foolish. Ignorant over a story that was never told. Hence, it was enough to turn that smile upside down as you quietly muttered, "No."

Jaskier stopped walking, waiting for you to catch up as you stood beside him with a frown. He'd given you the twinkle of his pretty baby blue eyes with a sympathetic smile as he uttered, "That's never new, though. It's understandable. I've experienced it too, don't worry. Geralt has always been Geralt. He rarely becomes loquacious,"

You've crossed your arms behind your back, your fingers fidgeting; nails scratching your palm from how you were feeling the tiny prickle of your nerves telling that you weren't in the best part of your brain. The dragging feeling on your chest adding more weight from the start that Jaskier has opened his mouth to chat.

"He does that for anyone, huh? Saving people, I mean."

Jaskier was oblivious about how you've turned your head away to anxiously nibble on your lower lip. He was incognizant over your disappointed mental breakdown of your own self because he went on to simply tell, "No matter how he says that he doesn't want to be involved nor desires for anyone needing him. He still saves them because---"

You immediately cut him off, swallowing the tight knot in your throat, looking at him in the eye with a disheartened gaze, "He doesn't want people needing him?"

"Geralt never liked it. But, guess what brought you here! You! Even had the chance of needing Geralt because you were lost and vulnerable. Was it out of pity? I---I---No. No. Definitely not out...of...pity?"

When the moment he'd seen your eyes, Jaskier was quick to know that he made the wrong choice of words and even the topic to tell. He gave an awkward grin, instantly regretting what he said when you've shifted those eyes to look away.

"Why did they never see each other again?"

The bard has cursed himself repeatedly inside his mind, praying to the gods that you won't be mad at Geralt when he comes home because him and Cirilla didn't need another chance of being surrounded by the silence eating them up when you both are having misunderstandings or issues about each other.

"The witcher has made mistakes. He let her slip away. They've parted after a pretty intense fight."

He'd pretty much simplified everything, sounding like he told it to you in bullet form and left you alone in the middle of the field as he ran back inside. Though, it was too late. You've heard what is needed to know and the discomfort that dropped inside your stomach felt like these feelings you had for Geralt was already serious.

It was definitely too late because you've lately realized that liking him wasn't the correct term. Love felt better and deeper.

Soft knocking has pulled you off your reverie which has made you blink as you swiftly turned your head to see a child whom you also have a soft heart for. This child that has no idea why she was being persecuted---or maybe you were the person who had no thought again as to what reason and purpose does Nilfgaard want from her because honestly, all you could see from her was a child who had nobody left behind for her to console. If it wasn't for Geralt, she probably would have been taken by the people who want her.

You narrowed your gaze and gave her a bit of your scrutiny, angling your head in a way that tells the child you were trying to look through her. Did she have some sort of magic too? Was she a mutant too?

"Mum'?---will it be alright for me to call you that? I--I---I don't want to call you rat or midget," she tried to call you for the third time. Her bright cobalt eyes buoyant as she wend one's way, ceasing before you with a tight-lipped smile.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" you softly pardoned with a sweet smile.

The princess couldn't help but bashfully give a beam, conscious if you've said that because you didn't want to be called that way. But, she gave no second doubts and repeated her questions again; anxiously and hopeful to undertake.

"Can I call you Mum'? Everybody has a nickname for you and also considering how you've started taking care of me---with---with Geralt now deeming as your beloved..." she trailed off in the middle of her sentence and you waited for her to continue but it was intentionally left to be dithered.

Heat traveled towards your cheeks. The princess wanted to call you 'Mum'? you silently questioned yourself. Your heart beat was racing from being accepted by his child of surprise, sounding like she wanted you to be her mother and seeing her fret before you made you think that she would gladly be your daughter as long as you were comfortable.

"Beloved? Right! Right! You can call me anything you want, Ciri."

The affirmation made her give you a toothy grin. Cirilla didn't think twice and merrily cajoled with a small hop of her feet that were close against each other, "Great, Mum'! Can you teach me how to bake?---maybe a cake---oh! Or a very scrumptious bread!?"

Your sullen features have been promptly lifted on the spot. You've grasped onto what she wanted, a distraction from how apprehensive she seemed to be like from the way her heels tap on the stone floor and to the way her forehead was slightly creased like she was on pins and needles. The princess was even worried because Geralt wasn't around to guard anyone in the household.

Her wrist was quickly snatched by you, pulling her out of your chambers and running through the hallway, towards down the stairs with heavy, excited thumps.

"Of course! would you like me to teach you how I'd baked blueberry muffins from the other night?"

The lion cub of Cintra hummed in mirth, nodding behind despite of knowing you couldn't see her as you pulled her around. Your eyes scanned the first floor of the house to see Kolby snuffling the front door with Jaskier no where to be seen.

You passed by the newly fixed table; knowing that Geralt ended up fastening back what was ruined. Trying to whisk your head away, you did you best not to feel the warmth spread over your face. Toes were lifted up to the highest as you reached for the door of the cupboards to see the bowls all gone when the last time you remembered; the white wolf has changed the position of plates in a much lower level for your sake.

Jaskier was just intentionally doing it right now and it made your blood boil for his constant teasing.

"I'm going to strangle that bard. I swear to Thor; I hope he hits Jaskier with a lightning---where did he even place all the bowls again?!" you complained more so to yourself as Cirilla was left standing on your side, waiting for your next command.

You've gestured with your hand, making her stay inside the kitchen while you walked away. The Hirikka suddenly howling out of the blue when you jogged towards the front door, stepping out of the threshold as Kolby followed suit.

"Jaskier?!" a loud yell echoed as you called at the top of your voice; seeing no bard anywhere.

Kolby unexpectedly sprinted, running off your side as he turned along the path around the house where the back door lead to.

You groaned out loud, strolling to where the Hirikka went, "Jaskier! Will you please tell me where---Jaskier!"

An ear-piercing shriek left your lips. Heart stopped from beating, your blood running cold as you were filled with panic and fear from seeing Jaskier hunkered down in the middle of chevaliers circling him like he was being tyrannized.

Armored gallants sat on their horses, their helmets taken off their faces which has given you images of what they looked like. A mixture of different ethnicity that you were well aware of back in earth. But, they've shared gazes in their eyes that placed you in a horrified position that tells everything was about to go down and it wasn't just Jaskier hunched on the ground.

When he heard your footsteps, he was pleading that you wouldn't actually visit the back part of the house but seeing Kolby safeguarding as he stood in front of you; thoroughly feral and livid for visitors that weren't invited at all, Jaskier knew all hell was about to break lose.

"A liar, bard." you've heard that voice back in the marketplace, a timbre you didn't wish to hear ever again as it haunts you with memories that he was a mystical being and the person who has stabbed you to bleed.

"The witcher didn't bring his little woman all along," Tybalt's breath fanned your ears, making you hastily step away from the vampire with your eyes all wide from the spine-chilling memory that gets you shunning away. Kolby was rapid enough to slip in between the uncomfortable space that Tybalt has locked you in, all predatory and wild as the movement made you stumble down beside Jaskier.

You've coughed out from being accidentally pushed to the ground, the knights of Kaedwen stepping back to include you in the tyranny of hopeless pleading. The bard's lip was wounded. Broken. Bleeding. Claret colored liquid painting his teeth which tells that they've been bashing him for quite some painful minutes. His doublet untidy and disordered from their constant forceful pulling.

"Rat," he weakly groused, holding onto his battered stomach. Jaskier tightly blinked the dirt out of his eyes as he spitefully spat the blood, wiping the blood off his busted lip with the back of his hand. His golden dagger tightly on his palm as he ceaselessly jested. The words coming out of his lips sounding familiar as you remembered you've said it to him before in the middle of being taken.

"---You had one job."

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White wolf

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Request: Hello! May I request a Geralt of Rivia smut about prompt 31? Reader is from a good family that is hosting Geralt because they required his services. They have lots of children, including reader, and they are very overbearing parents. She is always obedient in front of them, but cannot stand them, and the handsome brooding Geralt arrives! Thank you!

and

Hi I love your works so so much!! Could you please do a Geralt with thigh riding or cockwarming pls thank you !!! (both from anon)

Warnings: smut, like, really bad plot

Word count: 1982

A/N: i should be studying so i’m writing. who needs to pass these exams anyway?

Gods damn this rain, these puddles and your father, who ordered you to pick up some boletes for supper, as if you didn’t have servants to do such things. You’ve only found three before it started to rain like hell, not leaving a single dry string on you and blurring your sight. Your shoes were also wet within seconds, getting sucked by slimy mud. The sky was suddenly dark and it definitely was going to get worse than just this rain. The storm was coming and you were far from home. Great.

You walked through the forest, barely seeing anything, with water flowing to your eyes and hair sticking to your forehead. You were either going to freeze to death or drown in that rain. Or get lost completely and get eaten by wolves. That was the least optimistic option and you very much hoped you would not meet any wolf on your way back.

You almost thought that your situation wasn’t hopeless until you slipped on the mud and fell on the ground, hitting your leg hard on the rock. You cried, turning on the ground and grasping the leg. You got nauseous when you saw blood dripping through your fingers.

“Gods help me…”

Did wolves smell blood? You hoped they did not, because in that case you were dead.

You heard some noise through the noise of the rain and with heavy breath and raging heart waited for something to show up. You tried to stand up and held the nearby tree. Your leg hurt awfully, the heat of the blood and wound was the only thing keeping you from freezing.

What you saw was a horse and a big figure riding it; the rain created a halo around white hair. He jumped off the horse and walked to you. From up close he wasn’t so scary.

“Are you alright?” He asked, narrowing his eyes to see better.

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t mind me. I often hug trees in the rain with bleeding leg.”

You could swear you saw a smile on his face.

“Well then, I shall go away. I wish you pleasant day.” He turned away and wanted to walk back to his horse.

“Oh, for gods’ sake, wait!” You tried to approach him but almost fell. The mud was very efficiently making it even harder for you to walk. He turned to you with raised eyebrow. “Will you help me?”

You realized it was probably unwise to ask a stranger to help you, but your situation was not the best and you really didn’t see yourself spending the night in the forest.

“I will,” he laughed and with one move picked you up and almost threw on the horse, which made a funny sound at the sudden weight. He jumped behind you and pleasant warmth surrounded your back. “Where should we ride?”

“Mayor’s house. I’m his daughter. I’m Y/N, by the way.” He moved the rein and the horse moved. “Will you tell me your name?”

His chest against your back was very nice indeed, and you were quite satisfied to be leaning on him.

“Geralt.”

“Wait, like the Witcher?” You tried to look at him, but in this position it was hard to do.

“Exactly like the Witcher,” he said and you could hear amusement in his voice.

“Oh, wow. The white wolf himself, rescues a girl from the mud and rain.” You nodded. “I should probably shut up before you push me off this horse.”

He only laughed again. So you’ve met a wolf, after all.

*

The ride was shorter than you expected and when you reached your home your father run outside to meet you.

“What happened?! What did you think, going out in such weather?!” He helped you to get off the horse. You didn’t say anything about it being his stupid idea. “Thank you, good sir,” he said to Geralt when you stood on the ground. Well, almost, because the leg was hurting like hell and you could barely stand straight. “This girl… Always causes trouble! And you, sir, must stay for the night! There is no need for you to stay in the inn.”

Geralt nodded and got off the horse as well.

“Oy! Boy!” Your father shouted to one of the men taking care of the horses. “Feed the horse and take care of it!” He completely forgot about you and grabbed Geralt’s arm to drag him inside the house. You limped behind them, imagining your sight could kill and piercing you father’s dad with it. “My wife you see, makes the absolute best pork ribs…”

*

When Geralt was dry and in a well lit room, you could clearly see how handsome he was. He didn’t talk much, but everything he said was witty, as if there was a lot of things going around in his head, but he wasn’t eager to express any of them.

You were quick to grow fond of him, especially in his deep voice and smirk he showed from time to time. Oh, and his amber eyes. And the jawline. Well, you liked pretty much everything in him, but who could blame you? He was the most handsome men you’ve ever met and you were sure that under his clothes he was even more impressive.

Your sister was bandaging your leg when he and the rest of your family were finishing dinner.

“So he’s the famous Butcher of Blaviken?” She asked, trying very hard not to look at him.

He could butcher my pussy if he wanted to.

“He is.” You nodded. “I was lucky he found me.”

“I hope we won’t have any distress because of it.”

“This girl, she’s the eldest, you see, but she doesn’t want to get married!” You overheard your father and rolled your eyes. “One would think that’s what woman is made for, to get married and bear children, but no!”

“I know many powerful women who are more than fine without a man,” Geralt said calmly and you felt a warm feeling towards him.

“She’s obedient child, I tell you, but a difficult one,” your father kept speaking as if he didn’t hear the Witcher. “I say she needs a man with a heavy hand to keep her in her place.”

Geralt murmured something and got up, saying something about leaving in the morning. He walked past you and sent you a ghost of a smile before climbing up the stairs in the direction of the bedroom your mother prepared for him. A little further than the bedrooms of you and your family, “just in case if he brings trouble”.

*

You couldn’t sleep that night, the thought of the handsome man was more than enough to keep you awake. Awake and horny when you started to wonder about how his hands would feel on your body, how his fingers would pull your hair to give him access to your neck…

You weren’t sure where you found the courage to leave your room, but there you were, walking careful to not stand on your wounded leg for too long, walking down and up the stairs to reach Geralt’s bedroom in the attic. You knocked silently, but got no response, so you opened the door and slipped inside. It was complete darkness, only a small window was letting the moonlight in.

The Witcher was sleeping, with one hand behind his head, and, to your delight, with no shirt. He wasn’t covered with blanket, the night was really warm. You walked to him.

“Geralt,” you whispered.

“What?” His eyes were still closed, but he must’ve been awake from the moment you walked into his room.

“I came to say thank you.”

“This is odd hour to do so.”

“It’s not, you’ll see.”

You were either really stupid, or really confident, because you climbed on top of him. Probably the first one.

He opened his eyes in an instant, but wasn’t surprised nor angry at your actions. He just slowly moved his hands to your thighs, crumpling your nightgown in his fingers.

“How’s your leg?” He asked, slowly rolling the fabric to reach your bare skin.

“Hurts like hell,” you sighed when he got to the hem of your dress and gently caressed the skin under it.

“Then you better be careful with it.”

“I will.”

You leaned in the same moment as he rose, your lips met somewhere in the middle. You cupped his face and deepened the kiss, shivering at the sensation of his warm skin against yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth just when his fingers travelled up your thigh. He groaned when he found out you had no underwear on.

He wasn’t going to play. Your nightgown was off within seconds, exposing your naked form in front of him, one of his hands touched your hardening nipple, making you sigh and kiss him even more passionately. He moved slightly, you were now sitting on his thigh, almost dripping onto it from the excitement you felt.

His hands slid to your hips, he forced you to grind onto him. A soft moan escaped your lips at the feeling, he swallowed it with his, kissing you fiercely. He was guiding you as you rode his thigh, electricity was rushing through your veins, destroying every sensible thought you’ve had. His leg was completely wet from your juices, only making you grind onto him harder. One of his hands grabbed the side of your neck and pulled you for a kiss, his tongue darted into your mouth, not letting you go even when bits of pleasure started to build into orgasm. Electricity turned into lightning bolts when ecstasy hit you hard and he silenced you with his lips, not letting you make any loud sound that would wake anyone up.

He let you go when you calmed yourself down a bit and with one move turned you, so your back met the mattress. He took of his underwear, freeing his impressive length, hard and dripping for you.

Geralt positioned himself between your legs and thrusted into you rapidly, painfully stretching your walls. He gave you a second or two to adjust and started to move, slowly at first, turning the pain into pleasure. He was pulling almost entirely only to push himself balls deep into your heat, each time making you moan a little louder.

“You have to be quiet,” he said hoarsely, fastening the pace.

You nodded, not being able to form letters into words and wrapped your arms around him, bringing him closer. His chest was almost pressed against yours as he thrusted in you, faster and faster, reaching the point where you simply could not be silent anymore.

At another loud moan he covered your mouth with his hand, leaning to your ear. He didn’t say anything, just bit your earlobe slightly before moving to your neck, leaving wet marks everywhere he could reach.

You moved your hips to his pace, trying not to lose your mind just yet, to make it last longer, as long as possible, but it was too hard when his cock was reaching the best spots, and his abdomen rubbing on your oversensitive clit with each move.

Orgasm hit you once more, this time even harder than before, shattering you whole, turning you into whining mess. He was just behind you, his moves became uncontrollable, he was pounding fiercely into you, biting on your shoulder to not make any sound. Your legs were shaking and hips were moving when you milked him entirely, the warmth of his cum spilling deep inside of you made you shiver even more.

He stayed like this for a moment before he pulled out and lied next to you on a small bed.

“So,” you were breathing so heavy it came out as a sigh “thank you for your help.”

“You are very much welcome.”

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