#ive never felt more unadulterated terror

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for valentine's day, i'd like to read something where reader and geralt walk together and their hands touch each other (this kinda looks weird and but anyway…) reader giggles, geralt kisses her hand. it was looking cute when i first imagined…

Fair

geralt x gn!reader

wc | 443

a/n | first off, so sorry this took so long, ive been having so much trouble getting motivated :( and second, not weird anon, this ask is, in fact, very cute and im super happy to do this. sorry if it feels a little rushed tho

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Every year Geralt took time out of his monster-hunting schedule to take you to the local summer fair. Artisans, artists, and makers from all over came together to put together a week-long festival outside of town. He loved taking you. The pure and unadulterated joy that radiated off of you was enough for him to restore all faith.

It had become somewhat of a tradition between the two of you. After you had taken him as a thank you for slaying the beast that had been terrorizing your livestock, he kept coming back for more. Your little farmhouse was always open to the closed off witcher. 

The first time he visited he said he was just passing through, though he wouldn’t tell you that he went well out of his way to ‘stumble’ across your farm.  You offered him a place to stay for a while, and of course he said yes. And in the morning, he agreed to join you at the fair.

It was early in the day when you arrived, giving the two of you plenty of time to explore. You weaved through the crowd making sure to keep that white head of hair in sight. Not that he would lose you, no, Geralt had fallen hard. 

The way you smiled as you showed him all of your favorite foods and goods. The way you watched the musicians and the dancers and the way your face melted when you sampled some sweet honey and cheeses. He barely knew you, but he felt like spoiling you just to see your joy. 

The night ended with a large meal at a wooden table underneath a soft white canopy. The stained-glass lantern in the center of the table colored your faces with purples and pinks and blues.

Your conversation continued as you walked down the dirt roads home, only stopping when your house was in sight and as your hand accidentally brushed his. You let out a nervous laugh, choosing to look at him, and he smiled at you before taking your hand to his mouth, kissing it softly as he whispered your name.

“I had a good time today. I’ve never been to anything like that. It was nice.”

You took a step closer, bringing your face within inches of his. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, I did too.”

There was silence before he closed the gap between you, cupping your face in the process. When you pulled away and opened your eyes it felt as though this was the first time you were fully seeing for the first time. You invited him inside and he never found the strength to leave.

#geralt x reader #geralt x you #lilywrites📝

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The most terrifying experience in high school was walking through the halls before first period and all the sudden hearing ominous drums in the distance, followed by stomping feet. Then, you hear trumpets and remember-it’s a homecoming game and the entire school band is now storming through the hall and students frantically flee in terror of being trampled.

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Scarlet Carnations ~ Epilogue

BotW Link X Zelda ~ Detective AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.7k

WARNINGS: death, murder, loss, trauma, blood and gore, terrorism, organized crime, self-harm

Summary: Inspector Zelda Hyrule, assisted by the faithful Constable Link Fyori, is infamous for cracking the most confounding of cases in a town dominated by crime. Her latest assignment is to solve the murder of her own godmother, Impa Sheikah, the late CEO of Sheikah Tech. Incorporated, while staying under the radar of the dreaded Yiga organization.

Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV • Part V • Part VI • Part VII • Epilogue • Masterlist

The first couple of weeks following the incident that had taken my long-lost mother from me was misery in its purest form. Link and I didn’t speak, not even by phone, during that whole stretch of time. In fact, I could rarely bring myself to answer the phone at all. The memory was still too vivid, the wounds still too fresh.

He’d gotten off scot-free in the end as he’d been deemed to have acted in the defence of others—namely, of me. It wasn’t long before I learned of his plea, that if I hadn’t come along quietly, I would have suffered the same fate that he’d brought upon her, and they had believed him. How I felt about this was still something I was struggling to wrap my endlessly pounding head around.

As dark and deep as this seemingly bottomless pit of despair that I’d found myself plummeting down was, however, someone did eventually toss a rope down for me. The time I spent apart from Link gave me the opportunity to properly reconcile with those whom I myself had wronged: Auntie Purah and Paya. The former and I found comfort in our mutual grieving, and even as Paya had never really known my mother well enough to mourn her loss (though, arguably, it seemed no one had ever truly known her), she was more gracious and understanding than I or anyone else would have been, which only made me regret even more deeply my past transgressions toward her.

One day, during one of our continual conversations, she shifted to the topic of the Yiga leader’s executioner. How she could even think of him at a time like this was beyond me, but I digressed. I told her everything from start to finish. It was the first time I’d allowed myself to talk to anyone about it at length. As I spoke, she listened calmly and carefully. Despite what I’d have liked to believe, she had always been the more levelheaded one out of the two of us, save for when it came to discussing things about herself.

By the time I finished, I’d begun bouncing my still healing ankle back and forth, which I’d crossed over my other leg to keep it from touching the ground. I didn’t stop even after I noticed what I was doing.

“It’s painfully clear to see how conflicted you are about all this.” Coming to sit beside me on the sofa in the Sheikahs’ sitting room, Paya placed an affectionate palm on my thigh, bringing its restless jittering to a halt. “I understand how hard this must be for you. But the way I see it, there’s only one question you need ask yourself at the end of the day.”

Whatever she was about to say, it wouldn’t be an easy pill to swallow, would it? I straightened my posture. “And what would that be?”

“Between the two of them, who do you think was the better person?”

She was looking me dead in the eyes, her hand still resting upon my leg. I uncrossed them.

I’d never thought to compare the two before. What reason would I have had to do so? But now that she’d mentioned it, I hadn’t realized how few memories I even had left of my mother, and the ones that remained were blurry and vague beyond any hope of being recovered. If only she hadn’t left me with the Sheikahs all those years ago, maybe I could have remembered more clearly what kind of person she had been.

On the other hand, Link had always been there for me. Even during the times when circumstances had driven us apart, the thought of him was what had kept my flame burning strong and hot throughout each arctic day, and what had protected me from myself, keeping me from doing the irreparable. He had stayed by my side to the bitter end.

No matter how I’d reflected back on that day previously, the sight of his steely, focused stare and the sound of his crazed breaths, short and sharp, had been ever dominant. But now, I recalled the way those eyes had then glazed over with unadulterated horror. How his arms had shivered as they’d clung to my broken form and how they’d continue to cling for what would feel like millennia until the rest of his unit would finally stumble upon the scene.

My stepsister-of-sorts gave my leg a soft squeeze as I looked back at her with a tremor in my lip. “He s...saved me,” I whimpered. “Didn’t he?”

After a month apart, I made plans with Link for a night out on the pier, where we would celebrate the end of the Organization. The ice cream I’d promised him was at the top of my list of priorities for the evening. Tonight was a dessert-first night anyway, I’d decided. From there, we went and found ourselves a bite to eat at a seafood restaurant within walking distance. I’d hoped eating with him would feel like old times, but he hardly spoke a word throughout the whole meal. I tried lightening the mood with some banter, but this proved ineffective when he brushed off everything I said with mere one or two-word replies.

It wasn’t until I’d gotten us both a bit of something to drink that he finally broke the silence. “Have you...” he started, but lost the confidence to continue.

I perked up at the sound of his voice, wanting to hear more of it. “Have I...?”

“A-Ah...” His fingers poked at the copious amount of chips piled onto his plate next to the practically untouched fillet of fried fish. “I was just wondering if you’ve thought about what you’re going to do now, since...you know...you’re not a detective anymore.”

“Ah, right. That.” I took another sip of my drink, its contents long having fled my memory. “Actually, my auntie talked about it with me and she said she’d consider letting me inherit the company once I’ve acquired the proper education. So to answer your question, I’m thinking about going to school for engineering.”

His brows rose. “Oh! My, that’s—” He cleared his throat. “That’s brilliant. I’m happy for you.”

I thanked him with a hesitant grin, then asked, “How about you? Do you plan to stay on with the force, or...?”

“Ahh, well...” What little there’d been of an upward turn in his lips vanished. “I’m not sure, to tell you the truth. It’s something I’ve been mulling over for a while now. Whether to stay on and honour my father’s work, or...whatever other options are available, I suppose.”

“Do you want to hear what I think?” He raised his head. “I think you should do whatever you think would make you happiest. That’s what you’re father would have wanted, I’m sure.”

This finally, finally, got a real, unsubdued smile out of him. And I intended to milk that smile for all it was worth.

After dinner, I dragged him back down to the arcade on the pier, where I managed to ring a few laughs out of him while we were still a bit tipsy. We steered clear of the toy gun target-type games, favouring other stands like the ring toss where he won me a plush frog that I could only just get my arms all the way around. His aim was spectacular, especially for someone who wasn’t entirely sober. Not only that, but I could never have imagined how sweet and charming he would be like this. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though we’d gone back in time again. That, or the light from the setting sun was playing tricks on me.

But by the end of the evening, he’d reverted back to that quiet, reclusive version of himself that I’d quickly grown to detest. We were out on the docks now, facing the sea. The breeze carried a mist of saltwater within its bows. I breathed it in, soaking up the feeling of it hitting me softly and coolly in the face. A hint of pink in my partner’s cheeks caught my eye, and I wondered whether it was the cocktails or my arms, which were currently wound about his waist from behind.

“Beautiful sunset,” I tried, hoping I could get him to spare me a glance at least. “Isn’t it?” But to no avail. He only continued to gaze westward at the rippling flames reflected in the water. “Hey...” Before I knew what I was doing, my palm had found the warmth of his cheek, and there was hardly an inch or two of distance between the tips of our noses. Without giving myself time to think, I tilted my head, leaned in, and started to close my eyes.

But when I realized he wasn’t doing the same, I halted. On the contrary, he’d been leaning back and away from my advances, his back so rigid and shoulders so stiff it were as though he would sprout wings and bolt were I to make any sudden moves.

“What’s wrong?”

A harsh, jagged exhale. “Zelda, I just can’t—” He grabbed both my wrists and wrenched my arms off of him. “I’m sorry. We can’t do this.” He was bent over the railing, arms folded in on each other. “Not now,” he said, dwindling, “after I’ve gone and...murdered your only family.” A weary chuckle shook him by the shoulders before he raked his hands through his wind-tousled hair.

I fell into quiet thought for a moment. Then, taking a long, thorough breath, I placed a feather-light set of fingertips atop his own. “That woman was never my family.” I’d made up my mind. Figuratively or otherwise, my real mother had moved on a long time ago. And it was time I did the same.

Link must have seen the resolve in my eyes or heard it in my voice, because now he was looking back at me openly, his body turned to face me. Though there was still an air of uncertainty lingering about him as he ran the crease of his cuff between his fingers again and again. But when I brought my arms around him and held him close, he sank into my lips, returning my embrace at long last. A lone pair of tears fell from my eyes the moment they fluttered closed—a culmination of all past ordeals—and as they fell, I couldn’t help but smile.

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Glitch Chapter Four [Aftermath]

The operation was successful but draining, about halfway through the general woke up, sadly when they were inserting the eye, and despite his calm demeanor, his underlying terror was quite distracting. The computer specialist was mid-coding on the new eye link when the general stirred, and Leo was working with the artificial eye, that despite all of their miraculous technology, would never see again.

They quickly put him back under and he did not stir until about 20 minutes after they were finished, and the look on one of their most important national figures face would haunt them till the day they die because their general looked scared.

Terror is something that is hard to quantify. Does one measure terror in screams? What about those that never scream, how does one account for their terror? The General was known for his fearlessness, he was always bold and brash, one of the few that was on a very loose. His resolve made him so widely known that he is called 'The General' as if there are no others, yet the only thing that could properly describe the gleam in his eyes when he woke up lost and disoriented was fear; pure, unadulterated terror.

Hensley felt Leo shiver and she, for once, genuinely sympathized with him. How thick was this plot? What exactly did the government force her and her best friend into?

"Sir you will have to stay down for a while longer, because we need to wait for it to fully set and we don't want you to suffer any side effects," Hensley's voice was as sweet and soothing as honey as she treated one of the most influential men in the country like a spooked horse.

Slowly easing backward, the general relaxed his head against the back of the bed, shutting his eyes in what seemed like forced peace. He was trying to be strong. Hensley wondered how his mate was feeling at the moment, and if she even knew why she was feeling such pain.

When mates are linked, their minds intertwine, and they share happiness and sorrows. Hensley believed it was actually to ward off the doubt that wriggles through everyone's mind at some point because when the mates could feel it, they could fix it. His mate must have been in so much agony and discomfort and she felt a small pang of sympathy.

What a wonderful world they live in.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the General's head lolled to the side and his vitals went haywire. Then all hell broke loose.

Leo was yelling orders at Hensley that she was desperately following, and the other workers did everything in their power to be of assistance because they all knew what would happen if they failed. Injecting the IV with some liquid Hensley couldn't remember the name of with how addled her brain was. The heartbeat hadn't flatlined yet, it was just erratic, so Green was quick to hand Leo the defibrillators, and they ripped open the general's gown, quickly charging the machine. The AED analyzed and within the next moments, all you could hear was Leo's shout.

"Clear!"

Repeated three more times, the staff relaxed as the heartbeat evened out and became a little bit more prominent; they would not be dying today. Hensley leaned against one of the walls, resisting the urge to wipe the sweat from her face in case they needed more assistance. The General was now stable, they had succeeded, and it was over.

Something Hensley would never tell any of her colleagues was the main reason for her shock at seeing the man on the table. Hensley knew The General personally, and she fiddled with her scrubs as she thought back to their first encounter, back when he wasn't a general yet, but instead her direct superior officer.

Nervously wrapping her stubborn baby hairs that refused to be contained in her regulation ponytail, the girl wandered through the compound. She was fresh meat, and although normally unshakable, the cold and detached environment caused an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Carefully following the map transmitted to her eye link, the lithe blonde knew she would reach her destination shortly and began to steel herself into what was normally her natural expression.

Loud and rambunctious, Hensley was not prepared for what she walked into. Like most things in their world, she had anticipated a controlled environment plagued with precision, but looking around the room, this was exactly the opposite. The room was a normal setting to see, the typical sheet metal walls and concrete floors. Slits lined the walls, and she saw the normal food dispensers, but the actual contents of the room were what had caught her attention.

In one corner there were four seemingly empty oil barrels with a thin wooden plank on top, with a game of spirited B.S. taking place on the top. The middle of the room was occupied with a circular table filled with soldiers laughing and eating, there was not a dull soul in sight.

Disoriented, Hensley wandered over to the food dispensers and grabbed her normal nutrients bar with a bottle of water. As she walked back to her table she ran into something firm, which she quickly identified as a human abdomen. Her grip on her food loosened and it fell to the floor. Calmly stepping away, Hensley put her hand against her heart in the traditional form of apology.

"I apologize, I was a little distracted and it won't happen again," finishing her words, Hensley leaned down to pick her food up, but a larger pair of hands beat her to it, and she looked up to finally see the face of the person she had collided with. The traditional buzz cut did not detract from the miraculous shade of his hair, and although she had never seen chocolate in person, it reminded her of the pictures shown of dark chocolate. Complimenting his hair was one astonishing hazel eye, and a vibrant blue contact covered eye. His jaw was carved from some type of stone and she pried her eyes away before she fell prey to further examining his physique. Then her eyes saw his uniform and she quickly ducked her head back down.

"Sorry, sir!" Hensley tried to hide the fact that she was not mortified even after running into her sergeant by letting her ponytail gather around her somewhat emotionless face. She was still bent over when a chuckle rang through the air, he was laughing at her?

"Are you actually sorry private?" Hensley could not tell her superior officer the truth that she was in fact not in the least bit sorry. If he had two eyes then he could have easily avoided her, she was rather lithe and somewhat short for their normal standards.

"Of course sir!" In her mind, all she could think was 'please leave me alone now I don't need this'. His laughter didn't cease and she rolled her eyes, all she wanted was to pretend that this never happened. She heard the room go silent as he said, "We both know that you aren't really sorry."

He lifted her chin up and she made her stare blank as his amused gaze connected with her own. Just who did this man think he was?

"I thought that was obvious private, I am your sergeant."

'Oh give me a break'

Maybe some would call their first encounter some type of foreshadowing, and they would be right. Events transpired between Hensley and her superior officer that could never be fully erased, and she would never have been the one to guess that the bubbly sarcastic man she once knew was The General. Every rumor had described the brash man as callous and cruel, but all she could see was the familiar chocolate hair splayed around his face, and she wondered how he got permission to grow it out. Biting the inside of her cheek, Hensley made a choice and spun on her heel before walking out of the room. They didn't need her there, and she was not sure she could handle him waking up and recognizing her.

Deep down, she knew the real reason was that she couldn't handle him waking up and not recognizing her.

#dystopian #memories #flashback #surgery #fiction #eyes #soulmates #military #hospital #scifi #friendship