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lilith-of-rivia · 2 years

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Imagine Geralt shaving your legs 🌸SMUT🌸

Word Count: 3,003

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT! 18+, please. Oral, fem receiving, sex, unprotected sex.

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia X FemaleReader

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“I felt as though we’d never make it to this blasted Inn.” You mumbled throwing your pack and bow onto the floor as you entered the room, Geralt in tow.

You flopped down onto the bed. Head resting on the feather pillow. Your back, legs, hell every inch ached. You’d been on the road for weeks. Sleeping on the hard earth. The nights we’re getting longer, and colder. Thankfully your wolf kept you warm and safe.

Your eyes opened slightly as you heard Geralt walk around the room, instead of laying next to you for the well-deserved nap you had been waiting for. He has headed for the door again.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry dove, just getting some water.”

You smiled softly and closed your eyes as the door closed behind him. The door soon opened closed again signaling he was back. You peeled your tired eyes open.

He carried the large barrel of water with ease to the tub in the corner of the room, he dumped the chilled water into the basin before hovering his hand over it. You watched the flames fall from the tips of his finger, warming the water instantly. His hands dug into his rut sack, pulling out a pack of dried herbs he dumped into the water. The beautiful aroma filled the room. He also set a box and small tin onto the table next to the bed before walking over to you.

“Geralt what are you on? We’ve been traveling for weeks don’t you just want to sleep?” You all but whined.

“I do want to sleep, but I doubt I’ll be able to with how horrible you smell.” His lips turned into a sly smirk as your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me, I know I bathe more than you do. And you’re the one who smells like onions.” His hands wrapped around your waist, hoisting you onto your feet in a quick move. Causing you to squeal slightly.

“I never said I didn’t stink too, dove. But I know how much you enjoy your baths figured I’d let you have the clean water first.” Your heart swelled at his sweetness. He may be rough and mean, but with you, he was soft and kind. Your hands gently cupped his jaw as you peppered his hairy skin with kisses while his hands worked at undressing you.

Once you were bare he guided you into the hot water. Fully submerged you let out a long sigh, your head lying back against the tub. Geralt pulled a stool to the end of the tub by your feet, placed a cloth on his legs before reaching for the box and tin.

“What are you doing love?” You questioned, eyes half-closed as you enjoy the almost scorching hot water.

“You mentioned a few times how much you wanted a straight blade to shave your legs. I bought one. Figured I’d do it for you.” Your eyes opened fully as you looked at him. He had the blade open as he gave it a quick sharpen before pulling out a bar of soap. He dipped his hands and soap into the water by your legs, before pulling your left leg completely out of the water.

“Oh Geralt, you don’t have to do this.” You mumbled as he gently started to scrub and massage your leg. Focusing on your claves, knowing those bothered you more than anything.

“I know dove, you take care of me so well on the road. I just wanted to pay you back in more than food and sex.” You giggled softly.

He gently pushed your foot down so your toes were arched to the floor, making your skin taught. You felt the cold metal of the blade slip down your skin softly. You did desperately need a shave. As did he.

“Is food and sex still going to happen even with the extra pampering?” I asked as you watched his concentrated face. His brows softened gently as he smirked, licking his lips. The blade slides down the side of your calf to your ankle. He was very efficient, nearly done with the first half of your leg.

“Of course they’ll still happen, baby.” His voice was lower than normal, hands touching your leg a little more sensually as he felt for any missed hair.

He gently placed your leg back into the tub, grabbed the other one, and repeated his actions. The room was silent, in the best way. It was a silence you could both enjoy. Apart from the fire cracking, silence. This silence was best because you know he wasn’t worried. His shoulder was relaxed, his face held concentration to shaving your legs perfectly, not a concentration for monsters. He wasn’t stressed, he looked peacefully beautiful.

“You’re staring at me, baby.” He whispered as he finished your right leg, gently sliding it back into the water handing you the bar of soap. He dipped his hands into the water gently running them up and down your now soft and silky legs. The hair never bothered him, he didn’t care what you looked like or smelled like. He couldn’t view you as anything but perfect. But he did miss the silly feeling of your legs.

“I’m just enjoying my view Geralt. Nothing wrong with that.” You quipped. He smiled, his hands leaving your legs much to your dismay.

“Why don’t you join me, love? There’s plenty of room. The water is still hot.” You bit your lip softly, looking him up and down. Undressing him with your eyes.

It had been at least a week since you’d had sex. Note that neither of you meant for it to be so long, but life on the road tended to make it harder. Especially if Geralt had a hunt. He was always too tired and so were you most nights. As soon as you both lay down it’s minutes before you’re asleep.

He stood from the stool and began undressing, a bit too slow for your liking. He started with his tunic unbuttoning it ever so slowly. Before it was finally discarded and you could see his scar-covered chest and torso. His pants clung to his thick legs as he undid those buttons.

He tutted softly at you, smirking as he watched your desperate eyes.

“Oh hush up Geralt and get in.” You snapped, eyes in a glare that made him chuckle.

“Whatever you want, princess.” Princess. I word you both hated and loved. You ran from your royal title many years prior. Meeting Geralt and the pesky bard on your travels. No one called you princess, except for Geralt. And only when he was about to fuck you ruthlessly.

He discarded his pants revealing his semi-hard cock, making your cunt pulse. He moved behind you, setting your body between his legs. His own breath of relief fanned the back of your neck. His arms wound themselves around your waist, holding you desperately close to him.

“You make me feel safe princess.” He mumbled, his hands gently squeezing you. Your hands gently stroked up and down his arms, head leaning back into him more.

“You make me feel safe Geralt.” You whispered, turning your head so you were looking at him.

His face was damp from the steam from the bath. The water was now getting dirtier. His lips curled into a smile. A smile you would pay as much money as he wanted, to see. Your finger grazed his hairy jaw as you studied his face up close. Your eyes eventually landed on his.

You stayed like that for a while, just looking at one another, fingers roaming and grazing each other’s bodies. But only to remind yourselves of each other. Your fingers danced along with his many scars across his shoulders and arms, your body now completely turned to him. Your legs around his waist, groins pressed together but in a way that just made your bodies melt. Your hands were covered in soap suds as you washed his body, taking special care of him as he had you.

“You should let me shave your face, love.” You whispered as you washed away the suds from his chest. He chuckled softly, rubbing his hairy chin into your neck making you giggle and cringe away from him slightly, not too far before he pulled you back in close to him.

“Don’t like the facial hair, princess.” He asked.

“Not that I don’t like it, but common Ger. It’s getting a bit out of control.” You said with a small laugh.

“After dinner and sex?” He asked eyebrow cocked.

Gently wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips to his, softly grinding your hips into his, causing his shaft to slip between your lips. Earning you a soft grunt.

“Sex first?” The words had barely been spoken before you were hoisted out of the water, legs wrapped around his strong waist. He effortlessly carried you to the bed. He stood back from you, eyes dancing around your body.

“Gods you are so beautiful.” He mumbled, his hands sliding up your legs, to your hips, and up your side to your breasts.

His lips peppered kisses along your jaw, to your neck, and down to your breasts. His hands continued their work, kneading and groping two of his favorite things. Your eyes fluttered shut as he admired your body, kissing and licking down your chest till he got to your left nipple. He gently kissed around the bud before engulfing your breasts into his mouth, sucking and biting it.

“Oh Geralt...” you whimpered, hands going to his damp hair, eyes closing. You could feel him smile on your breast. He got the reaction he wanted.

His lips were warm and soft as he continued kissing and nibbling your breasts and nipples. Your chest would be completely marked by the end no doubt. He continued kissing down your body to your navel, and down further to the place you wanted him most.

His hands gently spread your legs apart wider, hooked under your thighs as he knelt to the floor face level with your now glistening wet pussy. His eyes moved to your eyes as he licked his lip.

“My favorite meal if I’m honest.” He growled, kissing and nipping your inner thighs. Moving closer and closer. Your hands gripped onto the blanket below you, knowing he was about to take your breath away.

You moaned loudly as his tongue licked a stripe up your wet cunt to your clit. “F-fuck Geralt.”

He chuckled deeply as he devoured you. You couldn’t make a sound as he started, the feeling being nearly enough to tip you over the edge right there. You closed your eyes, arching your back as you whimpered small curse words trying your best to surpass the growing climax you felt in the pit of your stomach. He could tell you were getting closer, he could hear your heart beating faster and the smell of your womanhood changed when you were close. Something only he would ever notice.

“Cum for me princess.” His words of encouragement and skilled tongue were all you needed.

With a string of curse words and his name coming from your mouth with whines and pathetic moans you desperately tried to, contain not wanting others to hear, you came into his mouth. He gladly licked and swallowed what he could of your juices. Loving the sounds you made and the way you curled your fingers into his hair. He continued his licking and lapping through your climax and didn’t stop until your grip on his hair got looser.

He lifted his face, his hairy chin covered in your wetness, his eyes gleaming like two balls of fire. You were his favorite meal. He kissed his way back up your body, positioning himself between your legs. His lips met yours in a fiery, lustful kiss.

“Taste how sweet you are princess?” He asked as he pulled away slightly, your lips only centimeters apart. You blushed softly and nodded arms wrapping around his neck.

He gently lifted your legs off the bed and positioned himself below you, you could feel the tip of his cock pressing at your entrance. Geralt put his hands on your thighs and pushed them up slightly, making you arch your back giving him a better angle. Your calves rested softly on his shoulders.

He spits in his hand, running it along the length of his hardened cock before rubbing the tip along your wet folds up to your clit and back down.

“Tell me what you want, princess.” He whispered and smiled devilishly at you. He knew words were never your strength in bed. Most nights he left you struggling to even breathe let alone be able to formulate sentences.

“Geralt please.” You groaned, grinding your hips but his hands grabbed them and forced you to be still.

“Use your words for me princess, I know you can do it.” He leaned down, your legs still on his shoulders as he kissed your neck, up to your ear. He softly bit your ear lobe.

“Please princess, let me hear your voice.” His lips were so close to your ear you could hear him in your soul. You knew you had to give him what you wanted if you wanted to have him in you.

“I want you inside me Geralt, please fuck me, my love.” You whimpered into his ear. It was all he needed.

In a simple rut of his hips, his cock was deep inside you, filling you so deliciously well. Your eyes rolled back as your back arched.

You felt every inch of him, he fit inside you perfectly. You could feel every vein as he slowly began to push in and out. His own breathing was harsh and raged his grip on your thighs becoming tight, you knew he’d leave bruises. His head rested on your shoulder as he continued his slow steady thrusts. His hot breath on your neck makes the pleasure intensify. You both were having a hard time keeping it together. After a couple of minutes of him getting used to your cunt again, he began to slam his hips into you harder.

He got up on his knees, your legs still on his shoulders and he began thrusting into you with a power and force you hadn’t felt him have before. You felt his tip so deep inside you scrapping a spot so well your toes were curling and you were breathless already. Your back arched off the bed as you moan louder and louder. No longer caring if anyone heard you. This was different than the times before. The energy was alive like it never had been. You felt every inch of him up to your ears. All you could smell was him, the taste of his tongue was still on your lips, his warm hands held your shaking legs. His deep moans and groans, breathy curses of your name, were the only things you could hear. Even when your eyes closed all you could see was him. His eyes, his smile. He was intoxicating. Your hands reached for him you didn’t know what part of him you wanted, but you needed something.

He saw you reaching for him and moving your legs to the side so he could bend down. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He never stopped his thrusts. The sound of his cock slamming into your wet cunt and your moans was all he could hear. His lips met yours again as you held onto him his hands on either side of your head so he wouldn’t crush you.

“Fuck I love you.” He groaned into your mouth. Your heartbeat soared, your body shaking as you saw stars. Those three little words pushed you to the edge. The first time he ever said them.

He felt your cum spill around him, your wall contracting so hard around him it nearly push his cock out “Fucking christ-” he gasped. His lips continued their assault on your own, his tongue invaded your mouth as he tasted all of you. Every inch of you he tried to engulf, he wanted to have every part of your body imprinted in his mind forever.

“Fuckkkkkk Y/N, fuckkkkkk!” He yelled with heavy thrusts as he spilled his warm load deep inside you, mixing with your own it leaked out around him, down onto the blanket. Your hands held his shoulders tightly as you cling to him. His bodyweight now crashing down on you as he fought his own breath.

After a while, he rolled off you, but not far from you. His arm draped over your body as you both lay on your backs staring at the ceiling. Your chest rising and falling heavily.

“I love you Geralt.” You finally said once you found your voice again.

Geralt couldn’t help but chuckle at how horse your voice sounded. He rolled onto his side so he was facing you, his hand now rubbing up and down your body softly. His face was soft, content. He looked peaceful. His eyes were on your face as he studied your tiered expression. He leaned over and softly kissed you, his hand coping your face softly.

“I’m only sorry it took me so long to say it.” He mumbled into your lips. You smiled and put your hands on his cheeks. Kissing his face all over made him laugh softly. You were his kryptonite.

Both your stomachs rumble as you lay next to one another. “How about dinner?” He asked kissing your nose.

“Sounds lovely, but I may need assistance getting down the stairs.” You said with a laugh. Geralt smiled and stood grabbing your pack.

“I’d Cary you to the ends of the earth if I had to my love. Down to the tavern shouldn’t be too hard.”

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fandomaestheticxo · 4 years

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Ok....

I’ve been watching The Witcher on Netflix and now I really want Geralt imagines with Henry Cavill. Do those exist yet? Also, what exactly would you search to look for them????

#the witcher #the witcher imagines #garalt imagines #henry cavill #henry cavill imagines

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jackieandsimon · 4 years

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Dropping the act

This is the first time I’m posting something like that, so I would very much appreciate some thoughts or feedback. Hope you enjoy :)

It was an early autumn evening. Definitely too early for Geralt to already be on his fifth cup of beer. But he couldn’t help himself. Ciri was off with Yennefer to study some magical herbs in the mountains near the northern border and Geralt finally got some time for himself. He loved Ciri and was beyond grateful for Yennefer to help his Child of Surprise with her magic, but he still felt his best when hunting monsters. That’s what he was made for after all. But today had been a disappointment. The only creature he’d met was a little harmless wandering elf. He felt restless, bored even. He needed to move. He should travel a bit further south where the summer sun was still warming the woods and the terrible creatures within.

Just as he was debating whether his desire for action was worth the journey through the freezing dark of a late autumn night or would waiting until dawn perhaps be a better idea, a bard made a theatrical entrance in the inn. If Geralt could be asked to raise his head he would perhaps realise that the incoming stranger wasn’t just another money seeking travelling musician. But since he couldn’t, only his old, ever cautious senses were able to spare him the shock when the bard without questions sat down beside him. Geralt was now forced to stop staring into his cup and look at the stranger that he now knew wasn’t stranger at all. Despite the pleasant blur that the drink put over his thoughts, his hunting senses didn’t let him down. And so when he finally raised his head he wasn’t at all surprised to see that the stranger sitting beside him was his long lost friend. Not that Geralt would ever admit to having any sorts of feelings for that said friend that now stared at him with one of those grins of his that set Geralt’s mind on fire, not caring about politeness.

“Hello, Jaskier,” said Geralt drily.

“Oh come on Geralt. Can’t you at least pretend that you’re happy to see me?”

The truth was, Geralt was more than happy to see him. And he found it distracting. He hoped that if he’d let enough time pass the weird feeling he got in his stomach whenever Jaskier was around would disappear. But even after all these decades, it did not. In fact, it only seemed to be getting stronger.

He allowed himself a long gaze at the bard. He looked exactly the same as the last time their paths crossed after Jaskier went off to see the world. His hair was still a brown mess and was now long enough that he had to constantly run his hand through it to prevent it from getting in his eyes. Those eyes, they were still the same light blue colour, not a wrinkle more around them. And that grin. Geralt had always been fascinated by that grin, that made Jaskiers whole face shine. Of course, Geralt also found the fact that his friend has not seemed to age a bit in all those years alarming but he could deal with that later.

“Do you want a drink?” Geralt asked, surprising himself.

“Since when does the legendary White Wolf care about what a poor bard wants?”

It was probably the drink and the boredom getting the best of him, but he said nonetheless: “It is true that I don’t care about most people as long as I get their money for dealing with their little monsters, but despite what they say I am capable of caring for some people. You should know that by now.”

“Ever so fierce. Can’t you drop that I’m-a-soulless-warrior act of yours for a second?”

“Do you want a drink or not Jaskier?” That sounded angrier than he intended. And he surprised himself yet again by saying quietly: “I’m sorry.”

The apology caught Jaskier off guard: “There’s nothing to be sorry for. You have a reputation to uphold, I get it. We all survive in our own ways. How about we find somewhere more private? You look ready to rip the throat out of anyone for only daring to take a glance in your direction.”

“So no drink for you?”

“There will be plenty of opportunities to get drunk later.”

“I suppose the people here are ridiculously annoying.” With that said Geralt stood up, paid for the drinks and walked out of the inn without even spearing a glance to make sure that Jaskier is following him. He did stop until he was standing before another inn, an much emptier one where he’d rented a room the night before. The inn was old but clean and most importantly quiet. He only went to the other one to avoid conversation with the owner. He opened the heavy oak doors that were closing the entrance and let his bard in. His bard? What was happening to him? Jaskier belonged to nobody and most definitely not him.

Only when they were safely in Geralt’s room did they speak again.

“What’s wrong Geralt?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh come on. You know I can read you like an open book. You can tell me. That’s what friends are for.”

Friends. They were friends. But deep down Geralt knew that he wanted them to be much more. It was probably because of the drinks but what was he about to do, he later had to admit, was the stupidest yet the most amazing thing he had ever done. He grabbed Jaskier by the collar of his shirt, lifted him off the bed where he was now sitting and pressed him against the wall. Jaskier was tense at first, but his body soon relaxed, his eyes now radiating something that could only be interpreted as a dare. Geralt used to hate that fact that Jaskier didn’t seem to be scared of him at all, but now he had to admit the bard’s bravery or perhaps stupidity turned him on.

Their faces were dangerously close together and it would only take one of them to move slightly for their noses to be touching. Before Geralt could decide whether the consequences would be worth the pleasure, Jaskier leaned forward. And just like that, they were kissing. For a moment Geralt stood perfectly still, but as soon as he got the control over his body back, he was pressing his own body against Jaskier, careful not to crush him with his weight, kissing him intensely. Before they fully realised what was happening, Geralt was carrying Jaskier across the room, back to the bed, never breaking the kiss. Within moments both of their shirts were flying to the floor where they would lay forgotten until the next morning.

It was Jaskier who broke the kiss at last: “Lay on your back.”

Geralt obeyed him without questions and when Jaskier started to kiss his muscular torso, the Wolf felt the bard hardening against his leg. That was Geralt’s undoing. He grabbed the bard by the shoulders and had Jaskier beneath him before he even had time to complain, his hand already unbuttoning the bards pants.

Soon the pants joined the shirts on the floor and Geralt felt himself hardening at the sight of Jaskier laying before him, as naked as the day he was born. One of his hands was working their way between Jaskiers legs, while the other was gently stroking his back. As the Wolf finally got hold of his bard he could feel Jaskier’s whole body tensing as Geralt worked his surprising length. Before they knew it Jaskier was pouring himself all over Garalts hand, Geralt kissing him gently.

When they broke apart, both breathless and smiling, Geralt quietly asked: “How long did you know?”

“I was predicting it for a long time. But since you never made a move I wasn’t sure if I’m perhaps imagining it and I started to lose hope. But when you apologised back in the inn, I knew you had some feelings for me. I just didn’t realise how badly you wanted me.”

They kissed one more time before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

#geralt x jaskier smut #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #gay #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivera #jaskier #the white wolf

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lilith-of-rivia · 2 years

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Witcher Season 2 Thoughts ⚠️No spoilers⚠️

I watched the first two at 1 am.

First of all, episode one is *chefs kiss*, it's no secret that the story about Nivellen is told in episode one. But to avoid spoilers all I will say is beautifully executed. I watched it with my brother who isn't really a witcher fan but said he'd watch it with me. he was blown away too. the entire episode keeps your interest fully, makes you think, and is easy to follow. I loved it.

The rest of the season so far is just as good if not better. I am excited to watch the next two episodes. So please refrain from spoilers xx

Congratulations to Lauran and all the writers and directors for the amazingly executed visuals of season 2.

Congratulations to the amazing original cast and the way you have all grown with your characters and given everything to them.

Congratulations to the amazing list of new cast members who gave new life to the characters we will get to see more of I hope.

I was thoroughly impressed and enjoyed it very much so far.

Again this is just my first impression as I watched it on day 1. I will do more in-depth reviews of the episodes I love the most when the show has been out longer to avoid spoilers.

Let me know your thoughts, but please avoid major spoilers!!!

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lilith-of-rivia · 2 years

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THE WITCHER SEASON 2

YOU GUYS

IT'S GOING TO BE ON MY NETFLIX ACCOUNT BY 1:00AM!!!!!

I AM SO EXCITED!!!

I will be watching the first two episodes at 1:00 am tonight. I will let you all know my thoughts and will be writing a new story. Idk for who but I'm excited to explore with the new Witchers 😏

Not gonna lie, Paul Bullion, as Lambert is a hunk.

I know there will also be many new female characters, and I love women and want to write more WLW work as well.

I think Triss Season 2 will absolutely have me whipped.

and of course our main man Geralt will be back and looking better than ever.

I will try my best to not include any real spoilers in my writing till well into the new year. but I will be adding the new characters into my writing as I go. I am so excited for this new season you have no idea.

Look for a new subchapter of She-Witch coming out later sometime today.

All my love friends.

-Lilith

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lilith-of-rivia · 2 years

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Chapter 3 Kaer Morhen Subchapter One

Hello loves this is my new attempt to get more content out to you guys faster and more consistently. I tend to write a lot don't have very short chapters. So I will be uploading a subchapter. each subchapter will belong to its own chapter and will stop at places of time gaps or end of that part of the chapter. Let me know how you guys like it. I will be uploading all of chapter 3 like this as a test run. All my love, Lilith

Summary: Ina must say goodbye to her sister and mother as she leaves on her travels to Kaer Morhen. accompanied by Geralt, Druk, and Vesemire.

Word Count: 2,718

Warnings: NONE

The windows are covered in a thin, crystal layer of frost. Ina’s room is silent, soft easy breaths fanning into the air. Two lumps formed under the blankets, red and white hair mixing in a poll between them. She laid peacefully on her back, arm draped over her eyes as she slipped deeper and deeper into her dream escape. The lump next to her stirs the soft rays of early morning light peeking over the mountains and into his eyes. His eyelids peep open, bright yellow and gold hues filling his Irises, pupils dilating to the soft light that was cascading through the darkroom. A soft huff fell from his lips, the witcher stretched his legs and arms, bones cracking. Two strong arms wound themselves around Ina’s waist, lips pressing feather-soft to her jaw and neck. The sweet act stirred the sleeping princess. Her green eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the room, scanning around her, to the man next to her. Her hands found themselves wrapping around his arms, pulling herself closer to the witcher. His warm, naked body pressed impossibly closer to hers.

One night of fun together turned into five nights together.

Five nights of lude, lustful sex, followed by hours of talking. The witcher himself had never felt more at home, more at ease than when he was lying next to her, listing to her steady heartbeat. She had expected him to be gone the morning after the betrothal, but instead, he had gathered water and prepared a steaming hot bath, full of herbs and salts. He bathed with her, kissed her, held her. The young Lioness cub had captured the witchers heart in a way he couldn’t even imagine possible.

His heart would ache, every time she would stop her thoughts, her mind wandering to the trials ahead of her. She had convinced herself she would be dead in a week. She had convinced herself that no matter how strong she was she wouldn’t be a witcher like she had always dreamed. And Geralt could barely handle seeing the pain soar through her eyes when consumed by her thoughts. He’d kiss away her stray tears, reassuring her again and again that she was different, he could sense it. He knew something was different about her. He knew deep down in his heart she wouldn’t meet her demise at Kaer Morhen.

“Good morning…” Geralt whispered, lips softly kissing across her shoulder. Her fingers delicately trace the scars that littered his chest. Her warm lips press soft wet kisses across his skin.

“Not good….just moring…” she whispered back to him. Voice barely above a whisper, afraid if she spoke too loud shed crack and cry again. Today was it, it was the day she had to say goodbye to her mother and sister, and would begin the four-day three-night journey to Kaer Morhen.

Thick calloused fingers cupped her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Day - to - day.” His voice was a soft whisper, filling her heart. Making it soar. Her hands held onto his as she stared up into his eyes, his beautiful witcher eyes. His gaze back was just as intense. Her beautiful emerald green eyes caught the light shining and gleamed at him. His thumb softly stroked over her bottom lip, before he dropped his head down and kissed her softly. Lips parting hers, tongue invading her mouth. Her fingers twisted and curled into his white hair as he hovered over her body. Lips moving and pressing together, hearts beating in sync.

Thump, thump, thump

The knock on the door forced Geralt to tear his lips away from the woman below him, hands still cradling her to him. Both glancing at the door.

“Yes?” Ina asked softly, her voice caring throughout the room. The door cracked open, her sister’s head appeared. Her eyes and nose were red, cheeks tear-stained. She didn’t move too far into the room. Ina could see her hands trembling as she held her handkerchief tightly in both hands, her knuckles turning paler than her skin.

“I’m sorry, I uh I didn’t mean to intrude I thought you’d still be asleep…” Her voice broke as she spoke, coming out in shaky breaths. It broke Ina to see her baby sister like that. Geralt moved from above Ina, next to her as Ina moves so she sat up, blankets wrapped around her body as she looks at her sister.

“Don’t be sorry Vetta…please.” Nodding her head, Pavettas eyes dropped from her sisters to the floor as her lip quivered.

“Druk and Vesemir sent me, they want you both down and ready to leave in the stables in 10 minutes…” Pavetta said her eyes still on the floor. Grabbing her robe, quickly slipping into it Ina stood from the bed. Walking over to her sister, Ina’s arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Pulling Pavetta into her, the action seemingly broke down her sister’s walls. Sobs fell from Pavetta’s mouth as she clung to her. Her body trembled against her, her hands clinging to the robe on her back.

“Shh shhh shh…” Ina hushed her, stroking her hair and back. Her heart shattered into a million pieces.

“Vetta you listen to me-” Ina said, hands-on Pavetta shoulders as she pulled her back, locking eyes again. “You are going to be queen one day. You and Duny will rule Cintra. You will be the Lioness of Cintra. I know that this isn’t easy on you, I know you’re scared. I’m terrified-” she sucked in a sharp breath as she felt the tears burning in her eyes. “-but no matter what happens to me, you must stay strong. If not for me if not for mother then for your people. The world is changing and changing fast Vetta. Cintra will need a strong, hard-headed, sword-wielding Queen when mother isn’t around anymore. And that is you. It has to be you.” Ina’s fingers softly whipped away the tears on her sister’s pink cheeks. One hand softly settled on the small baby bump below her nightgown. “You have a new top priority, this baby. You have to be strong for me, even if I’m gone forever. You raise your little one with the heart of the lion and teach them to roar louder than anyone before them.” Pavetta nodded her head in Ina’s hands, tears still pouring down her cheeks. Ina’s own tears were now cascading down her face. “Rember that no matter what happens to me, I will always be with you. Forever.” Pavetta wraps her arms around Ina again, clinging to her. Both women held each other, crying softly into each other’s shoulders.

“Okay-” Ina gently pulled back away from Pavetta, whipping her own face. “I need to pack my things, I’ll meet you down at the stables.” Pavetta gave her sister a soft smile, before turning and walking through the door, closing it behind her.

Ina stared at the door for a moment. Her heart raced and her stomach twisted. But she knew that today forward there was no more room for unwanted prolonged emotions. She had days to cope, it was time to survive.

“One day at a time.” She whispered to herself.

Turning on her heels, Ina quickly walked around her room. She grabbed the enchanted bag she got as a gift from Tissaia, many years ago. It was never-ending but weighed no more than a sack of clothes. Tossing books, clothes, a few family jewels that she knew could one day be placed into the hilt of her sword. Once she had most of her belongings into the bag she stripped off her robe. Slipping on her undergarments, her armor soon came in tow.

Her mother had a new set crafted by an enchanter from Aretuza. A new blade had been forged for her as well. Not a silver one, but a steel beast nonetheless. It had her name carved in elder on the hilt, and inscriptions she didn’t know engraved into the shining blade.

Ina glanced over herself in the mirror, her body adorned in the new leather, and steel plaiting. The enchanter did a magnificent job. Her boots were nearly thigh-high yet didn’t slip. The body of the ensemble was thigh-length but attached like pants making it easy for her to be quick and agile. Steal shoulder pads and steel-plated gauntlets sparkled at her.

Geralt was sitting on the bed behind her looking at her in admiration. She held herself like a witcher, she spoke like a witcher, and most importantly she was as smart as a witcher. He never prayed, he never knew who to pray to, but he was praying at that moment to whoever would listen to spare her life. Give her a chance.

“Ready?” He questioned, standing to his feet, hand extended to her.

She nodded her head.

“Ready.”

“Vesemir…” Calanthe inhaled deeply, her eyes darting away from the older witcher that stood in front of her. Large snowflakes sliced through the cold morning air. The sun was beginning to illuminate the courtyard where she stood. Eist was next to her, hand on the small of her back. She pulled the dark green cloak closer to her body as she shivered, from both the cold and the impending departure of one half of her soul.

“Yes…?” Vesemir’s voice split the silence that fell between the three people. The winds howled through the walls of the castle.

“Be honest with me…will she survive…will my baby make it…” her voice was weak and unsteady. She stuttered a little as she spoke on the words, her chest rising and falling like she just returned from battle.

She was scared.

Vesemir’s face fell into a soft frown. His hand gently took the queen’s hand. No one had ever seen the Lioness Calanthe scared. It was a weakness for any king or queen, but even more so in Cintra.

“I will be completely honest your majesty. I do not know. I wish I could give you more. I’ve seen many young boys go through the trials…I’ve seen many make it…but many more die…” the queen gulped, her nose running as her tears began to spill down her cheeks. Vesemire squeezed her hand.

“But she is not a boy, nor is she young. For many years we were told girls didn’t have the ability to become one of us. Withstand the mutations, but I see a witcher somewhere in her. In her blood….” He whispered the last part. The small sentence sent chills down Calanthe’s spine, her hairs standing up on end.

“What do you know…” she whispered lip snarling at him.

“I know more than you know Queen Calanthe…don’t worry I do not judge you-”

“What are you two talking about.” Eist cut in.

Vesemirs mouth opened but closed just as fast. He nodded his head to the doors and they soon opened. The three put more room between them as they looked towards the door. Pavetta and Duny walked into the snowy courtyard. Both simultaneously pull their cloak hoods up. Pavetta walked to her mother, wrapping her arms around her tightly.

Calanthe shared a look with Vesemir as she held her.

“There she is…” Eist said nodding to the east wing. Druk, Geralt, and Ina were walking away from the door. Bags and swords across their backs. Cloaks and hods nearly hiding their faces completely.

Ina approached her mother, standing in front of her. She smiled at her mother, her hands gently taking hers. She held them tightly, slipping a small coin into her palm, closing it. Ina brought her mother’s hands to her lips kissing them. Calanthe smiled, tears rushing down her cheeks so fast her tunic was getting wet. Opening her palm Calanthe smiled bigger.

Modron

Minne

Lionors

Mother, love, lioness. The coin gleamed freshly polished in Calanthe’s palm.

“You still have it…” She whispered looking back to Ina.

“Of course I do mum…” The coin looked of little to no value or significance to the people around them.

When Ina was 7, not long after the council had determined she would train as a witcher her mother gave her the coin. She was learning elder as one of her first assignments. Knowing Elder was almost as important as knowing how to wield a sword. Without her ability to speak elder her abilities to use any sign would be flawed. Her mother knew that, so she took a Cintra coin and carved three words for Ina to remember in elder. The three words were supposed to remind her of three basic premises.

Modron or mother was a reminder that Calanthe was first and foremost her mother. She would always be her supporter and fight for her till her last breath. Minne or love. Ina had always had a heart pure and true. Calanthe wanted her to preserve that during her training. She didn’t want the rumors of witchers being cold and heartless to corrupt her daughter. She left a reminder to love and to not forget what it feels to be loved. Last Llonors or lioness. To remind Ina that no matter where the trials took her, live or die she was always and would always be a lioness of Cintra.

“I want you to have it, mother… I kept it with me in my pocket for years, I want you to keep it. Remind yourself of me.” Calanthe wrapped her arms tightly around Ina pulling her into a bone-crushing hug, Ina returning it. Her hands clutching to her mother’s cloak.

“Don’t forget me…” Ina whispered.

“Never never my sweet child. You will never be forgotten because you will be okay.” Calanthe pulled back and kissed Ina’s forehead.

“Ina… we must go, we have a long travel and must stay on schedule,” Vesemire said.

“I love you, mum…” Ina whispered kissing her mother’s cheek. She turned to her sister holding her face in her hands.

“And you Pavetta Fiona Elen. I love you. The best thing in my life has been being your big sister. Take care of your little one.” Pavetta cried desperately, hugging her sister tightly. Ina hugged her for a moment before pulling away from her, whipping her tears and kissing her cheek.

Turning to duny she looked him up and down, pushed her shoulders back, and stood tall. She walked to him, nearly chest to chest.

“Protect my family.” she stuck her hand out, he took it shaking it.

“I will.” With a nod, Ina walked away from the group, to her horse. Druk and Geralt behind her. Vesemire looked to Calanthe and Pavetta.

“I will inform you in a week’s time, expect my letter.” He turned from the Royals his cloak covering his face.

Vesemire mounted his stead leading the witchers and princess out of the castle grounds. “Hoods up lads, low profile until we get home.” He called behind him. Geralt and Druk pulled their cloaks up and closer to their faces. Ina had hers up from the time she mounted her horse. She could not allow her emotions to affect how she road. She was no longer traveling as a princess. Just as she had for many years, once she left the castle walls her title was left as well. Her eyes looked forward ahead at the unknown world. Witchers by her side.

“We will be traveling to Sodden tonight. We don’t stop until we make it. Understood?” Vesemire satiated, glazing to the witchers who road by his side, and to Ina.

“Understood.” the three said in unison.

Vesemir’s heels dig into the side of his horse. The horse snorts and begins to gallop kicking up rocks and dust as it takes off. Geralt and Durk waste no time in following the elder witcher’s lead. Horses neigh as they run after him, the dusk cloud being twice as big.

Ina’s horse Peanut snorted and stomped her feet as she watched the other horses take off away from them. Ina looked away from the witchers who were getting further and further away. She glanced over her shoulder, Cintra’s castle walls, colors, and flags were fading away as the road further.

Inhaling sharply, forcing her teary gaze away from her home Ina dug her heels into Peanut’s side causing the horse to take off after the others.

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The Blacksmith’s Daughter

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Pairing: Geralt X Reader

Word count: 3,259

Warnings: Swearing, slight dirty talk, mentions of death, gross wound

Summary: The blacksmiths daughter in the upper northern kingdoms, is the only reason Geralt of Riva trusts to not only fix his weaponry but his wounds. He travels long and far to see the half mage, every year. During the many years he comes to visit her town, she grows feelings (love like feelinsg) for the creature. one particular visits she realizes she can no longer hide these feelinsg from him. [possibe part 2 if interested]

My father only had one child before my mother died. My mother was someone he always referred to as his soul. The light of his life. She died when I was just a babe. He never remarried, saying he’d never disrespect the love of his life. My mother was a mage. The healer of our village. Her powers passed in some aspects down to myself, but not enough to be considered a full mage. I gained the ability for immortality like my mother, unless by blade or beast. My eyes were different from those around my small town, bright emerald green. My father loved my eyes; “Just like you lovely mother my deer.” He always said to me.

Even with the limited magical abilities I possessed I chose to help my father in his smithing shop. I started when I was 16 that was nearly 30 winters ago. I haven’t aged much past 24. Making all the locals continuously fight for my hand. My father never wavered tho. Knowing I wanted to marry for love.

Over the last 30 years I've become one of the most well known smiths in the upper northern kingdoms. I've been called upon to make weapons for the mightiest King’s, even the Lioness Calanthe herself. My blades were well known across most major cities. I had apprenticed many young men to help and the money I began to bring in, made it able for my father to retire about 10 winters ago. My craft did not only extend in my weaponry but also my herbal skills. I was responsible for training the town healers and herbalists. My mother's talents passed onto me. I was a force to be reckoned with.

“Y/N?” My youngest apprentice, Apollo called to me from the front of my shop. Placing the sword I had been sharpening on a shelf I walked to him. I was covered in soot and dirt, my long [hair color] hair resting in a messy bun atop my head. My hands were covered in thick leather gloves that my father crafted for me many years ago to protect my fragile hands. As I approached the window that my customers spoke to my workers threw I saw a man. He was tall, much taller than myself and even Apollo. Apollo was a strong young man, about 6 '1 a decent build, still looked like a boy. But this man made him look like a child. His shoulders were broad and his hair was a striking silvery grey. I knew who he was, all too well.

“Ahh Geralt of Rivia. I thought you were long dead.” My words were followed with a soft chuckle, as the corner of his lips twitched up in a small smirk. His Bard at his side beamed at me.

“Good evening Y/N. How wonderful to see you!” Jaskier said smiling. I took my gloves off my hands along with my messy apron, glancing at Apollo. He’d never met the famed witcher before.

“Apollo be a dear and go finish with Lord Ferdinand's items. He’ll be back soon to collect them.” He nodded his head before walking back to the forge along with my other two apprentices. I opened the small door to the side of the window and stepped about of my shop, the cool Autumn air chilling my warm skin after being over a hot forge for hours.

Jaskier was the first to approach me, bringing me into a tight embrace. I gladly returned the gesture. I pulled back to examine the bard.

“My how you still have yet to age. Always shocks me.” He laughs and pulls out his prized dagger. He had won it in a game of poker many years ago from a lord. The blade alone cost more than anything he possessed. He didn't need the protection. Due to the brooding witcher he always traveled with. I had mended it and only I had mended it. He never trusted another with his blade. Just as his counterpart.

“It's in need for a good sharpening, maybe a polish to the handle? As always you’ll be paid for with not only my coin, but my recommendations as we travel.” I smiled and took the dagger from him and placed it in my belt before tuning to the brooding witcher.

The relationship we shared was like one I didn't share with any other. When he came through my town, I not only fixed and mended his weaponry but also his wounds. I was no longer an active healer. Unless it was for one particular witcher with a pair of striking golden orbs that could pear into the depths of my soul. He could pry out any secrets I never told anyone. Even my father.

My father loved Geralt. Always made comments about how I should pursue him whenever he came to town. Foolish old man thinking a witcher of Geralt’s status stopping for a blacksmith's daughter. Even one of my caliber. Many years ago he traveled with a mage named Yennifer, I adored her when she came with him. An adoring young thing, always willing to teach me new ways in medicine.

They were lovers for many years until they drifted apart. Yennefer found love in her first mate Istredd. They married a few years ago. Occasionally Yennifer would pass through and we’d catch up over a pint of ale, and she'd tell me of her travels looking for a cure to her empty womb. I pitied the woman, she desperately wanted children.

Knowing women of Yennifer’s caliber were who Geralt went for always made me hesitate from telling him my true feelings. I had fallen madly in love with the witcher. He stayed weeks at a time some years in my town, killing monsters in closer towns and being our own personal Witcher. The townspeople loved him, contrary to many other villages and cities.

“How many wounds am I healing today, wolf?” I asked as I approached him, his small smirk formed into a genuine smile as he embraced me. My arms around his broad shoulders as he bent to hug me. I could feel him grimace under my touch as my chest pressed to his own. I pulled away with a soft frown before lifting his shirt softly. Revealing a large deep gash spreading from his upper chest to his pant line. The gash was angry, yellow pus now oozy in certain areas. My brows lifted on my forehead in shock.

“You bloody idiot. How long has this gone untreated?” I asked quite harshly as I walked back into my shop, gathering my cloak and notebook full of orders to fill. I placed Jaskiers Dagger on a shelf.

“I’ll see you lads tomorrow, don’t forget to lock up tonight. Send for me if you need it.” I called my three workers in the back who all smiled and nodded before refocusing on their tasks.

I walked back out to the two men who were waiting for me. I shot a glare at Jaskier. “You let him walk around with an infection like that ?” I snapped as we started walking to the edge of town, passing the tavern and inn they both had spent many nights in.

“He refused to see anyone other than you, we’ve been traveling to see you for three consecutive days.” I directed my glair to the witcher who had a sly smirk on his lips.

“It's not that bad you drama queen.” I scoffed at his words before reaching over and brushing my fingertips along the cufeather-light. He hissed in pain and nearly doubled over.

“Yeah not that bad. You idiot loaf.” We walked at a quick pause up a small road from the main, up to my small cabin on the outskirts of the forest. I opened the door placing down my belongings before, sitting Geralt down on a chair in my kitchen. Jaskier on the other side, his hands on the book that had set there that I read in the mornings.

I rushed around my kitchen grabbing the herbs and viles full of oils and serums. I grumbled to myself at the stupidity of the witcher while I filled a pail with clean water. “Shirt off.” It wasn't a question or anything he could argue with. I knew he wouldn’t. I could hear his grunts of pain as he peeled his black shirt off. Once the pail was full of water I grabbed a box full of fresh wrapping and set everything on the table as Jaskier read unbothered.

I crouched in front of Geralt, my fingers tracing the angered skin surrounding the gash. I inhaled deeply, the scent of the wound filling my nose. It was badly infected but nothing I couldn't fix.

“Werewolf?” I asked, knowing I was right. The smell of the wolf’s claws being the first I could smell.

“Yeah, a real fucker too. Nearly broke my blade.” He hissed, In part of his anger at his last hunt, and due to the stinging of the alcohol I had poured on the clean cloth dabbing and cleaning the wound. His muscles contracted under my touch. I sighed but continued my work, spreading a lavender oil over the outside of the gash, soothing the skin. I grabbed a jar scooping out a helping of a cream made of hemlock and musk mallow to help the infection. After a thick paste was covering the gash I placed a few pieces of gauze over it keeping it protected. Once I was finished I looked up at the witcher, who was watching me intently. His amber eyes are boring into my emerald ones.

“I suggest you stay here a few days, till you’re healed more. So I can keep an eye on that infection.” I said with a soft smile. He grabbed a pack off his hip and placed three coins on my table, making me shake my head.

“Geralt, keep it I-“

“You just used so many fucking things on me. Take the money. Replenish your stock.” I rolled my eyes taking the coin from the table and putting it in my pocket, knowing I’d be giving it to the needy in town. I had plenty.

Jaskier placed the book he was reading down and smiled.

“Know that the broot is no longer dying, care to get some ale?” He asked, making me laugh.

“Let me see your sword first.” I was the only person on this plant that he allowed to touch that beloved sword. He pulled it from its sheath and handed it to me. I looked over the blade, seeing the dullness, and how fragile the silver was.

“Lucky for you, we replenish our silver last week, I have plenty to fix this blunt blade.” I placed the sword back in its sheath before placing it on a hook on my door. I walked back over to Geralt, taking his chin in my hand making him look up at me from his seated position.

“If you ever come to me with an infection like that again. I will kill you instead of heal you.” My threats fell flat, I knew that. He chuckled softly before kissing my hand softly.

“Thank you, my dear, Y/N. I already feel better.” I smiled softly and looked over at Jaskier who was just watching with an exasperated expression. He knew we had a weird relationship and truly couldn’t understand why we never became anything more than friends.

“How about that ale?” He said after clearing his throat. I nodded, grabbing his shirt from the floor and helping it back over his head. The men left their items in my home after I insisted they stay with me instead of going to the inn. And we were on our way to the bustling tavern. Filed with laughing people celebrating the end of the week with the sweet peach ale our town was best known for. Geralt and Jaskier found a table as I went to thbarkeep.

“Ahh Y/N!! How are you, my dear?” He asked as he filed the tankers with the cold bubbly ale.

“Quite well August thank you. Hope your ax is doing better?” I asked, speaking of the ax I had fixed for him less than a month ago.

“Oh works wonderfully!” He smiled sweetly at me passing me the tankers and I pulled out the coin but he held his hand out.

“First rounds on the house.” I smiled and nodded at the man grabbing the tankers turning my back to him and walking back to the two men I left. As I approached I saw Annabel. A quite permisquess young thing, not that it was my business what she did with her body, all over Geralt. I felt envy course, threw my body as she groped his chest. I saw his face contort in pain as she brushed her hand down his chest, and he gently pushed her back, but of course, she didn't get the message. I walked up behind her, setting the ale on the table firmly before taking her wrist in my hand spinning her to face me.

“He is hurt, a massive gash, infected puss all over the bandages. Stop. Touching.” My voice was harsh as I glared at the young woman. Her head dropped as she walked away from me in a hurry. I let out a huff as I sat next to Geralt. I could almost feel his smirk as he looked at me. I lifted the tanker to my lips sipping the sweet ale as did Jaskier who was also smiling at me.

“I'll stab your eyes out of your head if you keep looking at me like that Bard.” I spat and he rolled his eyes standing with the ale in his hand looking over at a group of young women.

“I’m going to party, but now I’m also leaving you two alone too” He pointed his free hand in between the two of us, “figure out what the hell you are. Don't wait up.” He left us as he walked to the group of women ready to brag about his adventures with the feared witcher. My cheeks were warm at his words, as I gulped down more of the ale, ignoring Geralt’s persistent gaze as he drank his ale.

“Any idea what Jaskier may be talking about, dove?” He asked, his arm now draped around my chair, his fingers brushing my arm lightly.

“Don't get any smart ide,as Witcher, you're in no place to fuck with a wound like that.” I didn't look at him.

“No one said anything about fucking dove.” That godforsaken nickname made my nipples harden. And my cunt moisten. I finally turned to him, he was inches away from my face. His ale is now on the table. His hand gently cupped my face.

“I’m serious. Even if I wanted to, you cant. It could break the scabs forming.” I couldn't help but lean into his warm rough calloused hand. My hands were similar in feel due to my craft.

“I never mentioned fuking dove, but if you really wanted to. You’d be my first pick.” His lips were inches from mine. My breathing became more erratic at his words, my heartbeat was quickening. He chuckled softly. Inhaling deeply.

“I can not only hear your heart but smell your arousal, my love.” I bit my lip softly and closed my eyes gently. I wanted to, more than anything. But I couldn't just fuck him and ignore the love I felt for the man.

“You’ll leave soon Geralt. And my heart cannot handle it.” It was now or never. I pulled back a little looking in his eyes. “I've been in love with you for many many years. You coming threw and staying when you do is the happiest I am all year, but I know you do not feel the same. I can't fuck you and then watch you leave. You may leave now and never speak-“ I didn't even have the chance to finish my rambling because his lips were pressed to mine. His hands now both on my cheeks. His lips were rough and tasted sweet. It lasted mere minutes. Before he pulled away.

“I will always come home to you, my dove. If you’ll have me.” He said with a smile. My heart was beating faster again. His hands were now holding my own.

“I've never been good with words, but there is a reason I only trust you to tend to my wounds and my swords. You are not just another woman to me. I need you in my life. If you’ll have me, I'll always return to you after every hunt and If I’m needed far, you’ll come with me.” My eyes were welling with tears at his sweet words. It was all I ever wanted him to say. This time I pressed my lips to his. It was softer than before, longer. Full of more passion. More love than any kiss I had ever shared.

“I’ll always take you in your stupid bafoon.” He chuckled softly at my words and leaned back placing his arm around my shoulders again, his eyes scanning the crowd, landing on Jaskier who was singing his least favorite tune. But even the hated song couldn't damper the Witcher’s smile.

“You’ll now need to ask my father for his blessing if you plan to take me with you,” I whispered, nodding my head to the direction of where my father was seated, talking to his companions laughing and joking. Geralt cleared his throat and got to his feet, his fingers laced on my own. He led me through the crowd.

“Mr. Y/L/N?” Geralt asked, his shoulders pressed back as he stood behind my father, his hand not leaving my own. My father turned, saw our hands then the face of the man I was with.

“Geralt!! So good to see y, ou my boy!” He stood and patted Geralt's shoulder.

“How’s the hunt these days?”

“Very good sir, I um... actually have a question for you.” My father smiled and looked at me. Winking.

“What's that lad?” He asked.

“Can I have your blessing to take your daughter's hand in marriage?” I nearly choked on my own spit at his words. My heart is now hammering out of my chest. My cheeks bright red as I squeezed his hand. My father laughed and threw his hands in the air.

“Finally!! A more than worthy suitor for my dear daughter!” The men behind him cheered a few men in the bar looking over eyes burning into Geralt in jealousy.

“You are the only one for my daughter's dear boy. My dear wife Gladdis wouldn’t have been happier. You protect my daughter. With your life. And you have my blessing.” My father stuck his hand out and Geralt let go of mine to shake it.

“I’d die before a hair is harmed on her head, sir.” My father laughed.

“So it will be a wedding in the future! A round on me for everyone!!” The tavern cheered and my father hugged me, kissing my cheek before whispering, “I Told you,my dear. And you thought I was wrong.” I laughed softly and hugged him tightly. An arm wrapped around my hip. Jaskier cheered and started to play a tune on his lute. Geralt bent down his lips by my ear.

“I love you to the moon and back, dove.”

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MASTER-LIST

🌸= smut

⌃ oldest

⌄ newest

THE WITCHER (Netflix Show)

Geralt of Rivia

- The Whisper in the Stars (GeraltXElf!OC, LOTR Cross Over) Mater -list -The Black Smiths Daughter (Fluff)

- My Queen (Angst/Fluff)

- I miss you Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (angst smut) 🌸

- Stay with me GeraltXelf!reader (angst fluff)

- Daughter of mine Daughter!readerXYenneferXGeralt (fluff)

- The Bard’s Sister GeraltXReader JaskierXSister!reader Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

- The Witcher's Healer (GeraltXfemaleWitch!reader)

- Monster House (DADGeraltXFemaleDAUGHTERReader)

- She-Witch Master List(GeraltXFemaleOC) 🌸

- Imagine Geralt shaving your legs 🌸SMUT🌸

Yennefer of Vengerberg

-Bread and Tarts (fluff)

Henry Cavill

- Comfort

Fake social posts:

- Henry and Kal

- Y/N and Henry at Disney

- Henry X blackfem reader (for all my black queens)

- pregnancy announcement

- Homebirth post from Henry

- Maturity Photoshoot

- Baby Cavill announcement

Joey Batey

Fake socials:

- Holidays

#imagines #geralt imagine #garalt imagines #witcher imagine #imagnes #Geralt #geralt of rivera #the witcher #witcher geralt #witcher ciri #witcher yennefer #geralt x reader #yennefer x reader #jaskier x reader #geralt x yn #yennefer #yennefer x yn #yennefer x you

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Stay with me (GeraltXelf!reader)

tea-4-you-and-me said:

"don't move" and "let's get this over with" with Geralt and a hurt reader please (: your writing is amazing! 💕 Have a beautiful day / night!❤️

I hope you enjoy love!! Thank you for the request!! much love my dear

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Pairing: Gerat X Reader

Word count: 1,528

Warnings: Blood, puke, near death, cursing.

Summary: You get hurt in a hunt with Geralt and Vesemir but the monster hurts you terribly. Putting you in a near death coma., scaring the big bad witcher.

Fuck!!” Your scream rippled through the dark forest. The talons of the Griffin digging deep into your leg blood spurting everywhere. Your heartbeat was in your ears, the pin clouding your vision. Geralt’s form in front of you turned his eyes falling to the large gash on your leg.

Your hands gripped at your bloody leg putting as much pressure as you could. Vesemir quickly ran to your side, his hands helping hold the gash, you could feel the talon stuck in your leg. The pain was becoming unbearable, your body going into shutdown as you slumped back into the tree. The smell of your blood was intoxicating for Geralt, fueling his rage as one last slash of his sword cut the Griffin down. He wasted no time in rushing to your side, one hand cupping your pail face making you look into his golden eyes. His other hand worked at tugging his belt off. Once it was off he wrapped it around your leg tightening it, trying to stop the bleeding.

“I need you to stay with me, Y/N.” He whispered loud enough for you to hear. You began breathing harder as your vision blurred more, your body fighting to keep you awake and alive. The panic coursing through your body caused your adrenaline to spike. Putting your hands on the wet forest floor you tried to heave yourself up. “I’m not dying in this godforsaken forest.” Your words were slurred, mumbled out, had it not been for their mutations, they wouldn’t have heard you. Geralt grabbed your waist in his hands and quickly pushed you back down as gently as he could.

“Don’t fucking move, Y/N. Please for the love of god stay still for me baby.” His hands were on your face, you could feel the cold stickiness of your blood on his hands.

“I’m gonna have to rip the talon out, hold her down Geralt.” You could barely hear Vesemir as your head began to feel heavier falling back against the tree. You barely noticed when Geralt got behind you, setting your small body in his lap, his arms held around your tightly, making it nearly impossible for you to move at all. Your eyes wandered down to Vesemir whose hand was wrapped around the talon making your leg twinge in pain.

“Let’s get this over with.” You hissed squeezing your eyes shut the sound of your heart hammering blocking out everything else around you.

With one swift flick of his wrist, Vesemir yanked the talon out of your leg. The pain radiated over your body making you scream, lunging forward. Geralt tightened his grip holding you back into his chest.

“Fuck fuck fuck, make it stop!” You screamed tears streaming down your face, the wound was burning and pulsing, the poison the Griffin had on its talons causing your skin to turn purple and red. The scratches the two men had received did nothing, due to their mutations but your elven blood wasn’t immune to the poison.

“Oh god.” You threw yourself out of Geralt’s arms and onto your own hands, puking out everything in your stomach, your body not knowing how to handle the pain or poison.

Your body was trembling as you puked so hard you felt like you’d pass out. You couldn’t even feel Geralt’s hands on your back and sides. Vesemir ran around the horses picking out every potion, serum, and herb he could to make the blend he needed. Your body collapsed onto the ground, your face speared in your own blood and vomit and dirt. Geralt quickly scooped up your unconscious form, running to Roach and heaving himself on her. He held your small form into his chest, kicking the sides of her stomach, making her run in the direction of the town you had passed through, who hired you to kill the Griffin. He knew there was only one person who could save you, Yennefer.

Roach was running at full speed, Geralt holding you as tightly as he could into his chest, his heart was beating faster than it ever had before. He had a gross feeling in the pit of his stomach, something he’d never felt in his life. He could see the town coming into view, as Roach rounded up a hill.

“Yennefer, where is she!?!?” Geralt’s voice boomed over the bustling market place as he got off Roach, your still form in his arms. He focused just long enough to hear the faint sound of your heart.

An elderly woman pointed to a small house on the outskirts of the town. Geralt ran at full sprint, pounding on the door of the mage. She quickly yanked the door open, seeing the witcher standing before her, a nearly dead elf in his arms. His hands and arms covered in your blood, and also his shirt stained in your drying blood.

“Please help her, Yen.” Yennefer wasted no time in clearing the bed she had in her home, helping Geralt place you onto it. She held her ear over your chest and listened.

“She’s barely alive, I need you to wait outside. Let me do what I can and get out of my way.” Yennefer said as she rushed around her house gathering many items, Geralt didn’t recognize.

“P-p-please save her.” Yennefer had never heard the witcher sound so broken in all her years of knowing him. Her face softened as she looked at the dying girl on her bed.

“I’ll do what I can Geralt, I promise. I need you to wait outside.” She said with a small reassuring smile. Geralt bent down over your still form. And placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“You fight for me, you hear me.” His voice was small, quiet, scared as he spoke to you. He straightened his back and left the house, sitting on the front step. Vesemir comes to him on his horse, Roach trailing behind, Geralt’s hands covering his face as he rubbed his temples and yes, the gross feeling in the pit of his stomach becoming more noticeable as his adrenaline wore off.

***

“Geralt…” His head snapped back to see Yennefer standing at the door, her hands covered in blood and the dress she was wearing matching. It had been hours since he arrived at her house, and the entire time he felt as though he could throw up and cry, things he never felt. He stood to his feet, Vesemir next to him.

“Yen… please tell-” “She’s okay, she'll have to stay off the leg for a day or two, keep the bandages clean. But she’ll be better in less than a week.” The sorceress was caught off guard as the sentence finished she was engulfed in a hug. The witcher was hugging her.

“Thank you. I’ll pay whatever you ask.” Geralt said as he pulled back from her looking at her face. She smiled and nodded opening the door to her home. “Geralt…” Your small frail voice pricked his ears making the gross pit disappear in his stomach. He ran through the door and to the end of the bed. There you were, color back in your cheeks, eyes bright as ever as you looked at him. Your face and hair had been cleaned of your vomit and your smile was a breath of fresh air for him. He walked to the side of the bed bending down to his knees so he was face to face with you, his hand going to yours. His hands were trembling but you’d never tell him you noticed.

“Fuck, Y/N, don’t ever do that to me ever ever again.” He whispered as he pressed his forehead to yours, earning a soft giggle that sent chills down his spine. Not an hour before he wondered if he’d ever hear those angelic sounds ever again. If he’d ever feel your sweet kisses early in the morning when he would shake you awake. Or if he’d ever been able to tell you those three stupid words he had problems saying.

“Common gotta keep you on your toes, Wolf.” You said with a soft giggle. He just rolled his eyes in response, before placing his lips on yours, in one of the sweetest kisses either of you had ever shared.

Geralt never said ‘I love you’ back when you said it. It never bothered you, you knew he loved you. He just didn’t know how to say it, he always showed it. But this kiss said everything you ever need to hear. You never needed to hear him say those stupid little words with a kiss like that.

He pulled his lips away from your resting his hands on your cheeks, holding you closer to him without moving you an inch.

“I love you, you stupid little elf.” Your heart practically leaped out of your chest. “I love you, you big brooding giant.” He chuckled the smile on his lips making you melt.

A near-death experience showed the witcher how much an elf could really get to him. You were his everything and everything he did was for you. You were his destiny.

~ Fin ~

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