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holylulusworld · 21 days

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Broken Rose (2)

Summary: He may have stolen your kingdom and freedom – but he’ll never own your heart. Right?

Pairing: Alpha!Geralt of Rivia x Queen(Omega)!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of forced/arranged marriage trope, a/b/o, magic, mentions of character’s death

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Broken Rose (1)

“You won’t walk away from me like that, omega!” Geralt calls after you. He’s walking faster to catch up with you. “I told you to stop.”

“You conquered these lands, and the castle, but I am still the queen of this kingdom. Someone must look out for the people who are not under your spell! The knights only listen to your command and don’t care for my people any longer.”

“I did not say that.” Geralt’s features darken. “Your knights follow their usual routine. The only difference is that I forced them to accept me as their king and alpha.”

“You promised me to free them!” You twirl around to glare at Geralt. “You lied! Just like back then, you lied!”

“I did not lie back then!” He yells back. “I wanted to court you! I asked your father for your hand, and the honor to claim you. I wasn’t good enough!”

“You’re a liar! I know you left to whore around with that witch,” you sneer at him. “What was her name?”

“This doesn’t…” He grits his teeth. “I was with her to gain more powers. It was the only way! She meant nothing to me!”

“She meant enough to you to fuck her!” You raise your voice, and walls start to shake. “Do not lie to me!”

“What are you doing?” Geralt watches you with darkened eyes. “Stop this! I will force you into submission if you don’t stop angering me.”

“Yennefer, that was her name,” you step closer to Geralt to run your hand over his chest. He follows the motion, wondering what you are up to. “Did you never question her disappearance?”

You laugh darkly when his stoic mask slips for a moment. Worry flashes in his eyes for a second. “Y/N, stop talking about the past.”

“Did she mean so little to you that you don’t care if she’s dead or alive?” You coo the words, a smile on your lips. “Did you not call her your love too?” You lean closer to whisper in his ear. “Or did you lie to her too?”

“How’d you find out about Yennefer?” He watches you walk around the room, fingertips sliding over the bust of your father. “Y/N! How did you find out about her?”

Geralt raises his voice. Yennefer was close to winning his heart over. He almost forgot about his plan to get you back and take over your kingdom.

She was a sly witch. Yennefer enchanted him with her beauty and magic, almost breaking his resolve to never give his heart to anyone else.

“Father,” you place your hand onto the bust, tapping your fingers. “I pleaded with him. One last time I tried to convince him that a bond between you and me would strengthen our kingdom.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I can be very convincing,” you push the bust off its rightful place, watching it crack into two halves. “Father was almost convinced.” You dip your head and smirk. “That was, of course, until he found out about your wench.”

“I—” He swallows thickly. Geralt you can be hard, and unforgiving. “What did you do?”

“I accepted a bond with his friend’s son, a prince,” you walk toward the next bust showing your father at a younger age. “A nasty man who only wanted one thing.” This time you punch the bust, making it tumble and fall to the ground.

“Let me guess,” Geralt steps toward the next bust. He gently runs his hand over it, admiring the handiwork. “He wanted to tame you.”

“All men want to tame a woman,” you step next to Geralt to look at the bust of your younger self. “He’s not alone.”

“…and they failed. One, after another,” Gerald muses. “Like your knights when they tried to stop me. They fell. One, by one, by one.”

“They didn’t fall,” you snap and turn your attention toward the last bust. The one they made shortly before your father passed away. “You used your magic. This has nothing to do with strength or talent.”

“Strength, talent, magic,” he shrugs while circling you like prey. “It doesn’t matter, Y/N. In the end, they were weak and let it happen. You on the other hand,” his eyes glow when he looks at you again. “Still nothing. I cannot enchant you with my powers. Even if I wanted to.”

You cock your head, mirroring his smirk. “Did you ever wonder why?”

“Your will is too strong,” he replies. “You inherit a different kind of magic deep within your soul. A magic so strong that it cannot be broken by my powers.

“Back to your lover,” you push against the last bust, watching it shatter on the ground. “Do you miss her?”

“Y/N let’s not talk about the past. We have a future to build. I want these lands to grow and blossom. At the moment, it’s rotten and not fruitful.”

“Like your seed,” you smirk darkly, knowing about the price Geralt paid for his powers. “It’s rotten, just like your wench’s womb. Isn’t it?”

“What happened to her?” Geralt watches you caress your mother’s bust. “Y/N, what happened to her?”

“She paid the price for conspiring with my father to make me forget about you,” you chuckle darkly. “Imagine her surprise when her powers did nothing for her. She was powerless while facing me.”

“She conspired with your father. This cannot be true,” he shakes his head. Geralt is proud of his sharp mind, and his talent to see through any lie. “No.”

You kiss your mother’s bust and sigh. While she was still around, your father was a different man. He would’ve never tricked you into marrying another man than Geralt.

“I was surprised too, Geralt. I heard rumors and believed you simply found a better mate,” your voice cracks. “Imagine my surprise when the very same woman came to collect on my wedding day.”

“Wedding day?” Geralt gasps. “No. You’re not married! You’re my queen, no one else’s!”

“I didn’t say I got married,” you chuckle darkly as you grab his hand to place it onto your heart. “Can you feel this? This heart got broken one too many times. I’ve had enough and took matters into my hands.”

“Y/N, what did you do?”

“What had to be done,” you hold his hand in a tight grip. “He denied me my future so…”

“So…” Geralt furrows his brows, already knowing he answer.

“I took his…”

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joelslegalwhre · 1 year

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Her Sweet Kiss

oh i would love to request one where the reader is the dragon queen (a bit like daenerys from game of thrones) and geralt is sent to kill her which he refuses in the end

(Requested on Wattpad)

pairing⁀➷ geralt of rivia x fem!dragon!reader

word count ⁀➷ 3.2k

summary ⁀➷ You're a golden dragon and the king sent Geralt to kill you… (I’m shit at summaries i’m sorry-)

warnings ⁀➷ spoilers for s1 ep6, violence, (short) mention of blood/wound, mention of killing someone, fighting, kissing, angst (not much)

a/n ⁀➷ As always pls tell me if I missed a warning! And if anyone knows why my “read more” messes with my text (it doubles the first paragraph) i’d be thrilled to know how to fix that🫢

Jaskiers song

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Geralt came out of the cave, throwing some monster head right in front of the man's feet. You felt the fear the old man had of the white haired Witcher.

Geralt looked at him with a stern look, a little confused but still as if he'd rip the man's head off if he'd do anything stupid.

„I believe those are mine." He said in a low voice.

When the Witcher came down the small hill to his horse, the man hurriedly let the bag fall to the ground and ran away.

„This woman just killed a man with her bare hands for trying to steal your horse!" Jaskier shouted to Geralt.

You couldn't just walk past the men on your way to the village, already sensing the fight.

It really wasn't as dramatic as the bard told though, the man chose his fate when he chose to be ignorant and thought of himself as something better. Stealing a man's belongings, was the lowest another could do. And you didn't really want to have a bloody scene, so a snapped neck was the… well, best option.

The bard behind you was still in shock as he propped his hands to his sides and looked at the Witcher. Said one turned around and studied you with an intense look.

You just looked him straight in the eyes, a small smile spreading across your lips at his next words.

„Maybe she'll make a better travel companion, then." he dryly answered the bard, tilting his head to the side.

He put the bags back on his horse and turned around to you and the bard, Jaskier.

„Who are you?" he asked. You felt the curiosity he tried to hide as he asked.

„That is something you don't have to know." you answered sounding polite yet your answer clearly wasn't. But something about it made the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia as you knew, want to know more about you.

Normally he would just turn around and continue whatever he was onto. Not this time, though.

You smiled at Geralt. „I guess you'd like that back.” You threw one of his viles at him that had fallen out of the bag earlier. He caught it with ease, looking you up and down in surprise. Maybe there was even more to you than he could guess.

„Good luck with whatever you're doing!" you shouted, already continuing your way to the village. Jaskier's gaze followed you, his eyebrow raised, shaking his head.

„What the..." he mumbled to himself. Geralt on the other hand was completely thrown off by the way you behaved.

„Wait!" he shouted after you, his deep voice echoing through the air. Jaskier turned his head to Geralt. What had got into him? He never did anything like that, ever.

The strong white wolf, feared Witcher and butcher of Blaviken, shouting after a girl? Out of desperation? You clearly left Geralt completely and utterly confused.

The large door of the tavern opened, and Geralt entered, followed by Jaskier. "I'd like a fresh ale, thank you." Jaskier smiled at Geralt.

The tavern was packed, and the waiters ran back and forth in hurry. Neither of them wanted to wait that long. "Hmm." Gerald grumbled, but made his way to the bar anyway to order two mugs of ale.

"What.." the Witcher muttered to himself as he saw you. He had barely managed to banish you from his mind since you had left. As if in a trance, he walked away from the bar. "Witcher!" the barman called after him, who had already put down the two jugs. But Geralt no longer heard him, no longer wanted to hear him.

He followed after you without paying attention to anything around him. If the fabric of your orange dress hadn't had all his attention, it would have been easy to follow your irresistible scent.

You had already noticed Geralt when he entered the tavern with Jaskier. You led him to the back of the tavern, and opened a door that led into a corridor. Which contained several rooms to store food and drink or other supplies. With a light smile, you noticed that Geralt was still following you. Good.

Geralt didn't even look around as he pushed the door open, and it closed behind him. The voices became quieter, and he concentrated on the sounds of your footsteps. It smelled like old wood... and you.

You opened one of the doors. Not a moment later, you felt his presence close behind you. His breath on your neck and the strong smell he carried.

"I don't know why I can't resist you." he whispered in your ear, and his hair brushed your shoulder. "But I'm done trying to fight it."

You leaned your neck to the side and felt his lips, spreading feather-light kisses. No one needed to know about this encounter, you both agreed on that. He didn't need to leave any evidence behind to remember it. His hands grabbed your hips and urged you further into the chamber.

"Show me." you whispered challengingly. If he no longer wanted to suppress it, you wouldn't stop him.

Not a moment later, his lips met yours. Although there was so much desire in both of you, the kiss was anything but. It was breathtaking. It was gentle, quite in contrast to your desire. It was a sweet kiss. And it was so much more fitting than a wild or hard kiss. It was full of feelings neither of you would admit to.

His hands pulled you to him and your hands intertwined behind his neck. Never before had a kiss felt like this. But even in this kiss, you had to gasp for air at some point.

Neither of you moved. Geralt's hands still held you pressed against him as he looked down at you.

Something on your neck shone gold that he hadn't noticed before. It reached to your shoulder and disappeared under the fabric of your dress. It almost reminded him of dragon skin.

You knew what his gaze lingered on. "It's a birthmark," you whispered. He looked into your eyes.

"It's almost the same colour as your eyes." you added with a smile. His lips parted and closed again. Your hands wandered along his hair, and you twirled a small strand between your fingers. Geralt's gaze followed your every move before he looked you in the eyes again.

"I have to go now.” You whispered, standing on your toes and pressing one last kiss to his lips.

Geralt didn't open his eyes as you released yourself from his grip. Only when he heard the sound of jugs scraping over wood did he look up. With three empty jugs, you left the chamber and your footsteps echoed.

But what he only noticed now, how he could have missed it he didn’t know himself, was the wound on your arm. It looked like it had already been treated, but you still had a cloth covering it.

Geralt had his back to the door. But he couldn't help himself and took a step out of the door to look after you. With light steps, almost as if given wings, you walked along the corridor. But before you left, you looked over your shoulder at Geralt. You looked into his eyes and smiled.

Then you turned around and disappeared through the wooden door.

Geralt looked down at the floor and exhaled heavily. "Fuck." he growled.

When he returned to the table, Jaskier wasn't alone anymore. An old man and two worrier-looking women sat with him. Geralt's gaze went back and forth between the three and Jaskier. The table was set with pies, beer and wine.

"Ah Geralt, we were wondering where you've been." Jaskier announced cheerfully.

Geralt gave him a glance and sat down.

"What do you want?" Geralt grumbled.

„A short while ago, a dragon landed across the border in King Niedamir's mountains." the old men started, „I know what you're thinking. Impossible, dragons are so rare. But it's true. Locals spotted it and went after it in search of treasure. Of course, they succeeded only in wounding the creature. And angering it so righteously that it swooped down from its lair and set half a hillside ablaze.

„Hm."

„Dead sheep everywhere." he continued his story.

„Now, the King is in a blind. He's set to marry the princess of his rival kingdom, Malleore, which means it's bad timing to have a murderous pest lurking about in the mountains."

„What does this have to do with me?" Geralt knew exactly what this had to do with him, but the old man mustn't know that just yet.

„The king sent me to ask you to kill the dragon, dear Witcher.”

„You've wasted your breath." Geralt said. „I'll tell you what l've already told the king myself. he looked up, directly into the old man's eyes. „I don't kill dragons.”

What Geralt didn't tell him was that the king didn't order any dragon to be killed, he wanted the dragon queen dead. Shaking his head in disapproval, the old man sighed. „It's nothing I could do myself.” he chuckled. Geralt did not even seem to grin.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Jaskier interjected into the conversation. „Did you say dragon?" Geralt looked at him from the side,

„What people call green dragons', like the one we have here I suppose, they're the most common. Red dragons, less so. Black dragons are the rarest.” he explained.

„Gold dragons are the rarest." the old men stated.

„Gold dragons are a myth. For a gold dragon to exist, it would... have to be the result of... an accidental, unique mutation. And in my experience, mutations, they're intentional." Geralt said with a wry nod, "But it doesn't matter. Mutant or myth, gold dragons met the same fate as anything too different to endure. They died out." His gaze had turned to the table.

„Hello, Grandfather." you lean on the old man's shoulders from behind with a small smile. At the sound of your voice, Geralt's head shot up. Your eyes met, once again, and it felt like a storm was set free inside of you.

„Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Thank you so much. It's been very nice. Thank you for the wine and the pies, but as the man said, we really can't get involved.” Jaskier said with panic in his voice.

„Geralt, shall we?" he tried to ask the Witcher next to him. But when Geralt answered, his gaze lingered on you.

„l'm in.”

„Mother of. Jaskier sighed.

„What happened here?" Jaskier asked in shock as the two passed a mountain, completely burned down on one side. It was once, full of green grass and most likely many sheep.

„Dragons avoid people." Geralt murmured. „It should have left when they attacked.”

When they had reached the cave the dragon was supposed to be in, Jaskier stopped. „Uhm Geralt…" he breathed heavily. The Witcher turned to the bard and tilted his head slightly. „Wait here." he just said.

Ready to draw his sword at any time, Geralt slowly walked to the entrance of the cave. It was quiet, almost too quiet.

When he saw the dragons, even the Witcher stared for a moment.

He had expected one of the black dragons, or at least a red one. Not a green one.

The dragon laid there, one wing protectively in front of an egg. Behind the green dragon stood a black one protectively, but this one was male.

So he could hardly be the dragon queen the king wanted to get rid of. He came closer, still cautious, listening for any sounds. But when Geralt heard footsteps that could not belong to Jaskier, he drew his sword.

"Get. Away. From. Her." Geralt took a step back. He looked almost startled, surprise visible on his face.

"Hello again, Witcher." you said coldly.

"What are you doing here." It was no question, more likely a request to leave and not put yourself in danger. "Touch her, and I'll kill you." you threatened the Witcher.

The black dragon growled dangerously as you approached Geralt.

Cassius, your guard. He grew up with you in the Royal Court, back when everything was still there, nothing destroyed. He was not much older than you, and acted more like a brother than a guard most of the time.

When you heard his snort, you did not turn to him. "You can go." you said, still looking Geralt in the eyes.

Another growl. "I can handle this. Go now." He understood, this was an order. The green dragon was still lying in the same place when Cassius swept his wings and flew out of the cave through an opening in the ceiling.

"You should go., Witcher." Geralt didn't respond, instead he asked quietly in a raspy voice, "What are you?"

"Don't act like you don't know." You replied, almost a little hurt at the thought of what he would think of you.

Geralt took a step towards the dragon. And no matter what he wanted, no matter if he wanted to harm her or not, you could only see black and white at that moment. In seconds, you had a knife to his throat and were standing in front of him again. "Touch her and Jaskier will have to follow suit."

At that moment, as if you had summoned him, the bard came to the entrance of the cave. "Geralt, what is happening here? I have just seen a dra-" but he fell silent the moment he saw the Witcher with you.

Neither of you paid any attention to the bard.

Geralt turned so neatly that he had his arm around your neck and his hand took the knife from your hand.

"What on earth are you two doing here?" Jaskier stood there as if he no longer understood the world.

"Please." Geralt said softly, but that exactly was his weak spot. You ducked and twisted out of his grip, quick and swift enough to outwit the Witcher and his reactions. Quickly, you had your knife back in your hand. But instead of raising it to his throat again, you placed it at the level of his hip. Geralt looked at you, there was both astonishment and sadness in his gaze.

"Guys..." Jaskier called out to you.

You knew that Geralt would defeat you. Unless you threw him off his guard. He tilted his head, his lips opened and closed, just like he did in the tavern. And your next move was connected exactly with this thought. Geralt was still standing in front of you, he had thrown his sword on the ground when your knife had touched his throat, and there it still laid. He had no weapons except himself, which only confirmed that your idea would make him harmless for a few seconds. At least, you hoped so.

His lips had just closed again, and you didn't know if he would stop fighting or just start now.

Before he could do anything, though, you stood on your tiptoes, your dagger still at his hip. Your free hand reached for his neck and pulled him close enough to you. Then you placed your lips on his. The kiss almost captivated you yourself, and you had to concentrate to continue your plan. Geralt made a grumbling noise, surprised and completely thrown off balance. Just like you wanted. With all your strength, you broke away from him, breathing out heavily. Your lips trembled, it had indeed been a dirty trick. You looked at him apologetically and bit your lip. In the same movement, you turned to the dragon. You took a deep breath. Held it for a brief moment and then blew a protective wall of fire between the two of you and the dragon.

Your breathing became heavy and you swallowed. The fire made the golden scales on your neck glow. As you slowly turned to face Geralt, you could make out Jaskier at the entrance. You looked cautiously back and forth between the two of them. They couldn't hurt you. Their gazes, however, could.

"You're the dragon queen. The golden one." Geralt finally said it.

"The dragon queen?!" Jaskier commented in a shrill tone and shook his head disbelievingly to the right and then to the left."Damn.."

"Yes." your voice was no louder than a whisper as you looked the Witcher straight in the eyes. "But why did the king-" Jaskier started in a confused expression, but you interrupted him at the rage that boiled up inside you at the thought of the king, "King Niedamir hasn't even seen a dragon himself. He knows nothing!"

You walked out of the cave and Geralt followed you.

"No dragon has ever done anything to him. His men started the treasure hunts, they started hurting them,” your anger rose with each word, “He is just scared that he will pay for the things his men did to us." you said, one hand on your almost healed wound. "We don't start fights. But killing baby dragons, for treasure and gold?" You shook your head and tilted it slightly. "I can't let that happen."

You pursed your lips and closed your eyes for a moment, "The sheep- were just a warning. I never had the intention to do more."

Geralt had looked down on the ground while you told them everything. When you'd finished, his gaze found yours, and he exhaled.

You held out a small pouch to them, "Uhm, this is a dragon's tooth. The king won't know it's an old one." Geralt gently took the pouch from your hand, which was trembling slightly.

"Ehm, if I may-"

"It's not mine, Jaskier." you lightheartedly grinned at him.

"I'll tell the king we killed the dragon, and he'll leave you alone." Your gaze went back to Geralt, you nodded with a thankful smile.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Geralt?" you quietly asked.

"Ohhh, I see. l'I let you two alone. If anyone needs me I'll just.." Jaskier pointed at some rocks and turned around, walking away just far enough to let you have some privacy.

You wanted to say something about the kiss, but you decided against it. It wouldn't help either of you.

„Don't give up." your gaze became serious, and Geralt looked slightly thrown off. That seemed to happen around you more often than he liked. „She is out there. And you have to find her."

Carefully you took his hand and your fingers gently brushed over it.

„Please don't give up, Geralt. You and your child of surprise... are to safe us all."

Your gaze went to your linked hands. A sad smile on your lips as you let go of it. You exhaled. "Goodbye, Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt felt frozen in place. His back still in the direction you had gone. He didn't watch you go, he couldn't.

Jaskier's eyes widened as he looked past him.

„Geralt, you might want to see this." he almost whispered.

Geralt turned around. “What is-“ he grumbled but soon became silent at the sight.

The sight of a golden dragon flying away into the distance.

Geralt exhaled and looked after you until you were only a small point on the sky and then, gone.

The song about the charming girl, the one who was strong enough to fight and win against Geralt of Rivia, spread across the countries. Jaskier made sure it did.

The song about her sweet kiss.

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lostgirlwoods · 1 year

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I was tagged by @nintendadd to post 10 characters I love, then tag 10 people soooo...

Morticia Addams from the Addams Family

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Winston from New Girl

Ed from Our Flag Means Death

Principal Weems from Wednesday

Jim Halpert from the Office

Tiffany/Jennifer Tilly from the Chucky franchise

Gerald of Rivia from the Witcher

Officer O'Leary from Wellington Paranormal

I'm honestly not sure who to tag...so...I'll just post it and tag @nintendadd and @jomico92

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hermithomeboy · 1 year

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Gerald of Rivia. Based from both the game and Henry Cavill. For a Secret Santa At Trade a few years ago at work. It was a lot of fun!

#witcher #witcher 3 #netflix #geralt of rivia #the witcher #thirst trap #henry cavill #digital art #fan art #artists on tumblr #glen manalo

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shcmook · 1 year

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Had a dream last night

that a bunch of fantasy characters woke up in the modern day real world. I, Geralt of Rivia, was one of the last to do so, and was warned than many of the others had been tricked by a warlord from this world and were now unwittingly serving his evil goals.

Mat Cauthon wanted to join me but I told him I work alone and rode off. I met a couple of this warlord’s followers who invited me to join them. I think they were Kratos and Boromir ?but I don’t remember. A lot of the details have faded :(

I befriended the two of them so they’d take me to their leader. We arrived at an old city that this warlord and his fantasy character followers had taken over. It looked more out of the fantasy worlds than the modern world.

There was much talk of the macguffins of different realms apparently being here in this new world as well, and they were preparing to move out as they’d located The One Ring. But as Frodo wasn’t here in the new world there was some debate over who should be carrying it.

Their leader then stepped forward and revealed himself, saying he alone should attempt to resist the burden of the Ring’s corruption. Who was this man? This supposed warlord of the modern world?

Andrew Tate.

I requested a private meeting with him, and didn’t get it. My two friends who’d brought me here remained with us. Tate fell to Gerald’s sword swiftly. The others were too stunned to react. I reminded them that they were meant to be heroes, not lackeys for this pig. And I left.

Leaving the city as the gathered knights and warriors learned if killed their liege lord was tricky and took up most of the dream tbh but I eventually did it.

Mat caught up with me as I was leaving the city. I told him I still work alone but I gave him a set of RPG dice and told him this new world has new ways of gambling. I encouraged him to go inside the city for someone to play with though, and Geralt of Rivia rode into the sunset

AND THEN I WOKE UP THE END

#wot #the Witcher #dream #lord of the rings #SHcMOOK

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jameseiji · 1 year

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The Witcher (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1289997336-the-witcher?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Eiji692&wp_originator=WlX4Hw1Nrtb3iXnfWQJPWbG07epNUkLilADOUGwjGkHXvwhcP0HAmAX%2FUGmXcJnj9%2BSf976REmKW%2B1EVRzHhKUerqPCSsjM5N8QD4qR1UT3ZFvZ2keAwmt81%2BXPlSWF8 This is a summary and review of the succesful show from Netflix starring Henry Cavill as a mutant who has special powers, and has to go to different parts of the land called "The Continent". His name is Gerald of Rivia, hunts monsters, and is connected by fate with Princess Cirilla.

#allies #creatures #enemies #hunter #magician #mutant #powers #princess #protection #queen #thecontinent #thewitcher #fantasa #books #wattpad #amreading

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devilfulmarina · 4 years

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#the witcher #henry cavill #gerald from rivia #geralt #collage #screencaps #aesthetics #dark #fantasy #netflix

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darkverrmin · 3 years

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Geralt likes to think of himself as the responsible adult, when he's around Jaskier. But when both of them get a little drunk, the Witcher is just as reckless.

Jaskier: Hey Geralt, let's climb the rooftop of the mayor's house and scream our lungs out. All while wearing one of Yennefer dresses.

Geralt: Why would you want to do that?

Jaskier, waving his hands drunkenly: Because-

Geralt:

Geralt: Son of a bitch, I'm in

#oh my gosh i wish i could draw #geralt and jaskier wearing yennefer's dresses and screaming from a rooptop #witcher netflix #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #gerald #geraskier #geralt #jaskier #dandilion #geralt x dandelion #dandellion #dandelion #geralt x julian #julian alfred pankratz

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yourfavehasjoinedweezer · 2 years

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Geralt of Rivia has joined Weezer!

#weezer #your fave has joined weezer #requested #Gerald from the river how could you #geralt #geralt of rivia #the witcher

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xfolklorevermorex · 4 years

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Destiny - part one

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader [female]

Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of rape, anger, angst, Geralt being Geralt, some curse words

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DESTINY’S MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

PREVIOUS PART

Geralt grunted as he pushed the sword deeper into the monster’s stomach, twisting it, causing more pain. He could have easily killed it by slaying its main artery in the neck or plunging his sword directly into its heart. This creature had been terrorizing the peaceful inhabitants of the near village, hidden in mountains, far from civilization, newest discoveries and words that carried news from the continent and the world itself. Innocent children had been killed while collecting berries and flowers in the forest. The monster had taken young women, caused them pain and left them in a pool of their blood to die, painfully wishing for their last heartbeat to come sooner.

Once a lonely and heartbroken scientist with crazy and dangerous ideas, now an unrecognizable monster that had lost humanity, compassion and morals. He had turned into a true monster, the one he had wished to create for his own needs. Destiny had a strange way of being.

The witcher himself was not a saint either, yet his sins did not stand near the monsters. Witchers were trained not to show and feel any emotions, ignore their inner voice and erase any morals they had. It took years for him to master this ability, having gone through many experiences and body modifications that he never wanted to remember.

Geralt wanted the creature to feel the pain. He wanted to make the monster's last moments of life painful, horrible and unbearable, make them feel everything the women felt when he took them, taking away their innocence and chance of a happy future. Tearing apart his body, part by part, as he had done to his victims, making him wish for death, hoping that the last rise of witcher’s sword would be the last one.

The unsuccessful experiment fell on the cold ground with a painful moan, as Geralt took out his sword from its’ chest and then thrust it back inside, turning it around causing more damage and pain.

Geralt always tried to do his job fast and without redundant steps, yet this time he was ready to spend more time than intended to cause pain before enjoying the pleasure of killing.

Ignoring the pain in his ribcage and bleeding wound in his right tight, Geralt continued to thrust his sword into the monster who was laying limb at his feet, having no energy to move or fight back. Despite not making any movements, Gerald could hear the faith heartbeat of the creature's heart, knowing that it was not dead, yet.

The witcher could have used his sword to puncture the monster’ barely beating heart. He could have left it dying in his pool of blood while tending his own wound, and when he would be done - so would be the creature.

Geralt removed the sword from the creature’s chest and let it fall against his legs, marking the ground with dirty blood. He crouched down, pressing his uninjured leg against the monster’s stomach, and put his hand in its chest where blood was floating from an enormous wound. It was easy to locate the heart, as it was the only undamaged thing there. Under the witcher’s strong hand, the small movements of an organ could be barely felt. With one last squeeze that earned another painful moan from the creature, he pulled out the heart and let it fall in the dirt where it belonged.

When the sun rose again, Geralt walked into the village with the dead body of the monster over his shoulder. The pain in his ribcage was forgotten, the same as his poorly stitched wound on his leg that hurt every time he moved. Later he would change the bondage, maybe even stitch it again, but now all he wanted was to leave.

Before Geralt could make another step, the major of the village came out of his house surrounded by three of his men and with a bag of coins in his hand.

“Is that the monster?” The major asked, yet did not move from his spot. There was disgust in his eyes, and Geralt could not figure out if it was dedicated to him or the dead body on his shoulders. “Is it dead?”

“Yes.” Geralt was not a man of many words. He preferred less talking, asking direct questions to get all the necessary, yet minimal information for his work and finish as fast as possible.

He had done what was asked - killed the monster. He had taken the corpse to the village to prove its death. Four men were enough to confirm that he had done his job and earned the money he was promised.

“Are there others… like him?”

“No.”

“Are you sure there aren’t others?” Asked one of the men in the back, too scared to look in the witcher’s eyes.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to take him with you?” Asked again the same man.

“If you wish.”

“Did you check its heartbeat before taking him to us?”

“I ripped the heart out.”

Geralt was getting angry, and the major saw it. Before the man could ask another question, he threw the bag of money witcher’s way that Geralt easily caught.

“There is your money, witcher. Take the monster with you. People do not need to see it. Thank you for taking care of it… and saving our children.” One by one all men left the square and returned to their homes, leaving Geralt and the dead monster alone.

Putting monster on Rouch’s back was not easy with his injured leg. On his way back to the tree in a secluded area where he had left his companion, his leg had started hurting, making it almost impossible to walk. All his potions had been shared in his recent fight with Bruxa and later with Striga, and he was not able to get in touch with Nenneke to ask for new potions. He had no other choice but to endure the pain, even if was almost impossible.

“Your leg is hurting, Witcher.” Came voice from the darkness, startling Geralt. He took his blood-covered sword in his hands and looked around. He could not see, nor feel the presence of anyone around. He took a step away from Roach and looked around again.

The sun was slowly rising, making it possible to see through the hundreds of trees that hid secrets of the forest, one that he had killed not an hour ago. Carefully Geralt listened to the sounds, the soft winds and movements of grass, trying to hear another heartbeat, trying to locate the person who had addressed him.

“No need to be afraid of me. I come with peace.” Voice came from his left side. There was no one, just the leaves moving with the wind, and a rabbit jumping in the distance.

“Show yourself.” He demanded, taking another step closer to the forest. As he took a step, the rabbit took off, running deeper into the wildness.

“You can put your sword away. I do not want to kill you.”

Geralt turned around, and this time he found the source of the voice. A few feet away, just near the east side of the forest stood a young woman with skin as dark as the night and hair red as the fire. She stood with grace and radiated power, and suddenly everything around them fell silent. Her bare feet touched the dirt, as she moved closer, never minding the cold.

“Who you are?”

“I have many names.” She smiled. “But none is truly mine… Are you going to hold that sword up all day?”

Geralt grunted and put away the sword. His enchanted senses had not picked another person near him. Was he really that hurt that his super-hearing had abandoned him or she was not a human at all?

“Your senses haven’t abandoned you.” As hearing his thoughts, she answered. The smile was gone, and her eyes were filled with sorrow. She stopped near Roach and let her fingers slide through his brown mane. “But they will if you won’t get help.”

“I do not need help.”

She shook her head. “Your leg is hurt.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and moved to collect his bags from the ground. “It’s nothing I haven’t had before. It will heal.”

“Are you sure? Your leg shows otherwise.”

This time he did not answer but continued collecting his bags and adjusting them on Roach. The pain in his leg was getting unbearable, but he would not show it. The woman did not know anything about him, his past, or more serious injuries he had had and that he had survived them all. Once he would be back on the road and got rid of the monster’s dead body, he would contact Nenneke and get his potions and heal his leg.

“The death can not be beaten. A person can only alienate it, getting more time and enjoying moments of being alive, spending them with his loved ones and hoping to see them in another life.”

When Geralt did not grant her another reply, she continued to talk, carefully watching his every step.

She had met a lot of men in her life - stubborn, greedy, arrogant, authoritative, proud… Her memory was filled with them, their lives, the choices they had made, leading them towards their fate. Some had gotten lost in the flow of life, changed for the worst and lost all their humanity.

She saw the greatness in this man. She saw the road he was promised at his birth but had lost a long time ago. He needed guidance to find the way back to it, he just had to wait a little longer for it.

When she had not said a word for the whole time he was sorting his stuff, the witcher finally got enough. When Geralt turned around, she was no longer by his side, but sitting on the rock not far away.

“The death is calling for you. It is waiting, watching your every step.”

“Why are you here?”

“To talk.”

“And yet I haven’t heard anything coherent.”

“You do not want to listen, Witcher.”

“I head every word you said.”

The mysterious woman stood, yet did not make a move. Geralt was watching her, trying to figure out her and what she could possibly want from him. There was not much he had to give.

“Sometimes the message is not hidden in the words.”

Geralt had enough of her incomprehensible speech. At the moment he did the only thing he was trained to do - attack, hoping to get her in his arms and demand answers. He took his sword but collapsed in pain when stepping on his left foot. It fell near his side, while he clutched his thigh trying to ease the pain.

The mysterious woman looked at him in sorrow again. “Once she comes home, she will take care of you witcher. All you need is to survive this night.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Not what, but about who. She will need your guidance. She will need you to protect her. She will need you, as much as you will need her.”

“If you are talking about - “

“I am not talking about your child of surprise.” She stood up, letting her skirt fall. She walked towards Geralt and crouched in front of him, leaving a small distance between them. For his own sake, not hers. He could not hurt her, not without her by his side. “Your child is also waiting, but she needs both of you. Only with her by your side, you will be able to claim her as your own and save her from all dangers.”

The thoughts about claiming his child of surprise made Geralt sick. He had never wanted her, nor that stupid reward of the law of surprise. Once he had figured out that Pavetta was pregnant, the witcher had refused to accept his price and left the Cintra, never intending to return.

There was no place for a child in his life. Not now, not ever. With his lifestyle, they would be on move constantly. There would be no place to be called home, no place where to return after a hard day. Geralt could not provide the child with love, take care of it as his own. He was not the father material, and the mutations had done him a favor - making him sterile.

Geralt did not take his eyes off the mysterious woman. There was no proof that she was indeed a human. She looked like one, yet there was no heartbeat or heat radiating from her body. He had met a lot of creatures in his long life - good and bad, but never one like this.

She moved with grace, her eyes were innocent and full of love most of the time she looked at the nature around her. But when her eyes met Geralt’s, her posture changed. The power and danger seemed coming from her, directed towards him, intending to scare him. Little did she know that Geralt was not afraid. He did not have fears.

“Who is she?” He wanted to ask. Before he could ask, the woman had stood up and answered his question.

“You will soon find out.” Once again it did not mean anything to Geralt. He tried getting up, but the pain did not allow it. “Who are you?” He asked one more time, trying to get at least one answer, as she started to walk away.

The mysterious woman did not turn away to face him, but he heard her words perfectly, as they were carried by the wind before she disappeared into the forest. “You know who I am, Witcher.”

To be continued...

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