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tinawritesstuff · 3 years

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You’re home

Pairing: Henry Cavill/ First Person Reader

Wordcount: 1.4K

Warnings: kinda angsty if you squint a little? It’s mostly tooth-rotting fluff lol

A/N: a little something I’ve been meaning to write for a while now. Hope you guys enjoy it!

The weather outside is freezing, the trees and the garden are painted in a thick layer of white thanks to the constant snowing. I swear I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The smell of coffee fills my nostrils, making me take a deep breath and inhale the addicting and intoxicating scent. There are only a few things that relax me and take me to my safe space: coffee, a book, winter and Henry.

Oh, Henry.

He’s been away for two months now, very busy doing reshoots for the second season of Witcher, and to say I miss him wouldn’t do justice to what I’ve been feeling. But I guess no one can really blame me, right? Because we spent six wonderful months together because of lockdown, so having to go back to not having him around every day has had me on edge since he left.

I look outside the window, watching the snow fall while sipping from my mug. The day is grey and I can’t help but feel like it matches my mood.

Have you ever felt like you have too many emotions inside and just need to let it go? Well, that’s exactly how I’ve been feeling lately, specially since Henry got called to work again.

I know it’s not healthy to emotionally depend on someone else, because most of the time I find myself yearning his presence and just needing him with me. And it’s not fair to either of us.

I hear my phone ringing, and to say I run to see who’s calling would be an understatement. When I reach it, I see that the ID is my mom, to which I let out a groan of frustration. I was hoping it to be Henry.

“Hey, ma”

“Hello, dear. How are you today?”

“I don’t really know, to be honest” I shake my head, with a horrible feeling settling in my throat “I- I feel like I have a thousand of emotions stuck in my chest, and I can’t pinpoint exactly what I’m feeling”

“Oh, honey” she sighs “Why do you think that might be?”

“To be honest, it started when Henry left. And I can’t help but feel stupid, because we’ve been apart for longer periods of time before, and I’ve never complained about it. It never hurt like it does now”

“Darling, things like this are never stupid. Have you talked to him about it?”

“I haven’t really had the chance to. He’s been so busy and I honestly don’t want to bother him with this nonsense.”

“Listen to me, if that man loves you, and I’m certain he does, he will make the time to hear about your feelings and won’t think they’re nonsense, at all” she says in a stern voice and it makes my heart sink.

Because she’s probably right, and I should tell him about it. Otherwise, I’m sure I’ll be bottling up all that’s bothering and one day everything will explode. And it won’t be nice.

After some more catching up, she hangs up and I go back to…, well, look out the window. What I wasn’t expecting was to see Henry’s car pulling over on the entryway and parking there.

I hear the door opening, and Kal’s claws scratching the wooden floor as he makes his way inside the house. Next thing I know, I’m being thrown to the ground by the big, fluffy pig that attacks me with kisses.

I laugh while scratching his ears, and I hear the male deep laugh coming our way.

“Kal, hey, down boy. Let momma breath, c’mon”

“Oh no, please! I’ve missed him so much, let him stay like this for a little longer. I don’t mind” I say smiling up at him from the ground.

It’s unbelievable how much my mood changed the moment I saw his car pulling over. Which reminds me:

“What are you guys doing here?! I thought you wouldn’t be here until the holidays”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve seen the news, my lovely, but England has gone back to lockdown. Starts tomorrow morning. So, we’ll only be working on the studio scenes.”

He helps me stand up and brings me close to his body in a bear hug. Oh, how I’ve missed him. His warm, his scent, his hugs, all of him.

I feel the tears pooling my eyes, because the mix of feelings is overwhelming and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Before I realize it, I’ve become a sobbing mess crying on his chest.

“Oh, no, no, no. Little love, what’s wrong? Why are you crying like this?” he asks with concern filling his tone.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I-I j-just mis-ssed you a lot” I say the best I can between sobs.

“Okay, come here”

He picks me up, bridal style, carries me to the living room and sits down on the couch with me on his lap. I let out all the pent-up frustrations, all the dark emotions I’ve been feeling the last two months, and in the meantime, he just caresses my hair, soothing me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear to calm me down. After some time, the tears stop running and the sobs become little exhales of air, trying to regain calm and control of my breathing.

“Atta girl, you let it all out. Don’t think there’s anything else in you to cry about, eh?” he jokes and I let out a teary giggle. “Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what’s wrong to begin with. All I know is that these last two months without you have been a hell to live. I’ve been feeling so lonely. And I’m not saying it’s your fault, not at all, because it’s your job and you love it and I shouldn’t be feeling like this and I shouldn’t be selfish; but truth is that I miss you every time you’re gone, and this one has taken a toll on me.”

“Oh, nugget” he sighs and pulls me closer to his body “I’m sorry to hear that, but there’s nothing selfish about you missing me and needing me here. In fact, I’ve been feeling the same way since I left” he shrugs and kisses my hair “I want you to tell me when these things bother you, especially when I’m away, because loneliness can get tricky and I don’t want you to feel that way. Okay?”

I nod my head and snuggle closer to his body, feeling his strong and big arms engulfing me in a tight hug. We stay like that for some time, quietly cuddling while watching the snow falling through the big window behind the T.V., until he breaks the silence.

“Where’s the Christmas’ tree?” he asks glancing around

“Oh, yeah” I let out a little embarrassed laugh “I haven’t put up any of the Christmas’ decorations, including the tree, because I didn’t want to do it alone. I was going to wait for you to come home”

“I was supposed to come home on December 23rd! You were planning to put the decorations up two days before Christmas?!” he exclaims funnily and I laugh at his mannerisms and efforts to lift up my mood.

Have I said how much I missed him? I think I have.

“Well, yeah. I told you it was bad” I shrug and he grabs my face to leave a little peck on my forehead

“We can do it any time you feel like it, my love” he whispers and caresses my cheek with one of his hands “I don’t think I’ve greeted you properly, lovely. What do you say?”

I shake my head, and that’s all the answer he needs. Henry leans down and kisses me fully in the mouth, taking every ounce of air I have in my lungs. The kiss is soft, but deep. There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world. At least until he has to leave again.

I grab a handful of his curls to deepen the kiss even more, to show him how much I yearn for him, how much I’ve missed his touch and the feeling of him against me.

When we are in need of air, we break the kiss and smile like fools to one another. There’s no need to say anything. He’s here, he’s home with me.

“What do you say we put the Christmas tree up, right now and when we’re done, we watch some Christmas special?” I ask while stroking his cheek, softly, making him lean into my touch.

“I’d love to.”

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laketaj24 · 4 years

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I really liked Our fault!! Would it be possible to get an update on the reader and Henry with all the kids maybe going out somewhere!

Brigade

Author’s Note: Like I really wouldn’t even mind writing a few requests of them having a normal life lol I like this abnormal family lol Thank you for the request love! I had planned to post more today, but I was tired, and yeah, I just have like five drafts of other things I’ll post in the next few days! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Language

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Reader

You were three months, not tired all the time, but on days like this, you were worn out. Henry had insisted on a family day. It started with the park. And at the park, your husband gained the attention of every mom there, and you watched them all swoon and watched Henry soak it all in. He liked it, especially being seen as a sex symbol with yogurt down the front of his shirt.

Henry took a seat next to you, his hand gripping your thigh. “They have thirty minutes here, and then we can go eat. You okay?”

“I’m fine, babe.” You’d been through three pregnancies. This one was literally a walk in the park. “When we leave the restaurant we should go to Ikea.” It was your favorite store. You could get lost in there.

“Oh gods, are we building shit again?” Henry sighed. “We have like ten cribs in the garage, can we not pull one out and throw them in there.”

“No.”

“Then you are going to make me build them. They always have one hundred pieces.”

“I’ll pay you back.” You wink. “Name what you want?”

“You fucking me with nothing but those shoes on.” He said quickly.

“You didn’t even think about it.”

“Did I have to think about it? I’m about to have to go through hell, so fucking you wearing only those fuck-me heels is gonna make this whole shopping thing worth it, love.” He kissed your hand before standing up. “I have to go bring them in.

“Do we have all of them?” You counted your five children as if you were taking a mental roll call before you walked through the heavy doors of the store. You wanted to give the speech. Don’t touch anything. Don’t break anything. These were talking points to the boys and Henry because he was aloof and found it easy to break things with every turn.

“They’re all here.” He said without taking a second to truly check. Henry just wanted to get in and out as fast as possible.

Ikea stores were your favorite, but for some reason, whenever you and your family entered one altogether, it turned into a small nightmare and a dream come true at the same time. You rested your hand on the small bump beneath the pink floral maxi dress and watched as the two oldest boys set their eyes on the mattresses in the far corner. You didn’t really seem to care as long as they didn’t break anything. “Bennet, don’t let Chance break anything,” you warned.

“I won’t.” He shook the curls from his face.

Henry somehow had the youngest twin strapped on his chest; he was too big for it. The boys tended to grow fast, you figured they got that from their dad, not to mention all they did was eat. “We are here for a couch and two cribs. That is all.” He said this to you as if you were going to box the entire salesfloor up and deliver it to your home.

Okay, to be fair, you loved this store, and if he didn’t have to build everything you got, he would love it too. You took a seat on the plush black sofa touching the faux leather and sinking into the cushions. “I want a good couch for their nursery.”

“Especially because we usually end up sleeping there,” Henry added. “Cole, Allen, No.” He rolled his eyes, chasing them through the maze of living room groups. “Pick one, the candy has kicked in.”

“I’m trying.” You yawned. “I told you my mom would have kept them.”

“Family day means family day.” He took a few steps grabbing Cole in one arm and Allen in the other. Now he held three kids and embodied every inch of the Superdad image he had given himself. “Candy was a bad idea.”

“It was.” You chuckled. This couch could work. “We can get this one.”

“It’s the first couch you’ve sat on,” Henry spun in a circle with the children, and then laughter that erupted from them sent warmth to your cheeks. Fuck, he was good at this thing. He did it quickly. You languidly daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering and your children’s footsteps rushing toward their dad. “What happened?”

“He did it!” Chance, who with no qualms pointed to Bennet, gripped henry’s leg. “Bennet did it!”

“Chance!” Henry’s lip formed a fine line. “Don’t tattle on your brother. Cavill’s aren’t snitches.”

“I did it.” Bennet lowered his head. His lip quivered, that skill he had learned from you, admit guilt, display innocence hope for the best. He’d won you over, though.

“Hey, you’re okay.” Henry tried not to sound stern, but the slight irritation of paying for yet another item was bleeding through.

You stood from the couch and walked over to Bennet. “Come show me, so I can pay for it.”

Henry stared. “I think it’s every time we go somewhere, we can never take them to a museum, I’ll be broke.”

The associate stood next to the vase with a disgruntled face until she saw your husband. Henry seemed to have that effect on women, even you sometimes, and you had been together for years. The squeal that followed after let you know she had immediately recognized him. Maybe you wouldn’t have to pay for this damn vase after all.

You did have to pay for the vase, and after Henry did all that flirting to get out of paying for it, the manager asked for a damn picture. Now you were tired, angry, and starved. Your parents had taken the boys, all five with no second thoughts. You were more than grateful, sometimes they were a handful today had been one of those times.

“If she would have stared at your chest one more time, I would have fought her.” You tossed the purse onto the table and noticed Henry. He was smiling brazenly, the giddy smile that made you want to jump his bones. “You liked that attention, didn’t you?”

“I mean, I haven’t done any appearances in like months.”

“The Witcher starts filming in a bit, you will have plenty to do.” You smirked. “People are stoked about it. You will do great, you always do.” Filming meant he would leave, which he was hesitant to do. Every time he left, you were pregnant, it was like a cursor to him getting a role.

“You want me to take it still?”

“What do you mean? You better take it. The kids have been going around in silver wigs for months? You are the Witcher, I’ll be fine.” You said, consoling his worries before they started to mount. “We will be great.” You corrected. “Now, I’m gonna sleep are you coming.”

“I prefer to do that with you awake.” He gave a crude grin before taking your hand. “Yeah, I’m coming, and so are you.” The light slap to your ass was followed by a kiss on your cheek and him scooping you up in his arms.

“You’re kinda cheesy.”

“I know. You’re kinda still dressed.” He whispered. “It’s hard for me to just fuck you in those heels with you having clothes in on.”

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king-finnigan · 4 years

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Ok so you know those fics where Geralts hair is damaged by a monster and Jaskier fixes it? Modern au, but Geralt still hunts monsters and lives with his platonic friend (crush) jask. One night he comes home and his hair is wrecked so jask helps him cut it but he realizes too late that the clipper doesn’t have a guard. This would 11/10 help me cope with how my sister did the same thing to me :( lol

I now have an incredibly drastic short side cut and a guilty sister. Luckily we aren’t going out so it will grow lol. I just feel like that’s something (messing up clippers) Jaskier would do.

A/n: oh noooo, I’m so sorry to hear that! I hope your hair grows back quickly! Hope this little fic helps lmao. (Also I added a bit onto the story because I have one (1) hobby and I can and will use it in my writing)

Jaskier looks up from his book when he hears the roaring of Roach’s engine outside the living room window. He can’t help the wild grin that spreads across his face, though he takes a moment to gather himself as he walks to the front door – he doesn’t really wanna show Geralt how glad he is to see him after spending the last few days on his own. After all, Geralt’s just a housemate, nothing more. Definitely not Jaskier’s crush. No, sir.

His composure falls when he swings the door open and finds his Witcher in the driveway, his hair a veritable fucking mess. He bursts out into laughter, which earns him a glare from Geralt, who pushes past him, into the house. “Don’t mention it,” he grumbles.

Jaskier closes the front door behind him, leaning against it as he watches Geralt dump his laundry by the washing machine under the stairs, his face as still as ever, the tightening of his jaw the only sign that he’s in a really bad mood. Of course, Jaskier’s never let that stop him.

“So what happened, Witcher? Run into a lawnmower?” Geralt glares at him again, and Jaskier grins. It does really look like a mess – a large chunk of hair missing from the back of his head, some loose strands hanging at random lengths around it.

He sighs, folds his arms in front of his chest. “Alright, I’ve got an idea. There’s no way that’s gonna look good for the next…” he waves his hand a bit “year or so? At least until it grows back to full length, which is gonna take a while. So, what if… I give you a new haircut?”

Geralt looks at him, narrows his amber eyes. “No.”

Jaskier scoffs, leaning his head against the door, looking up at the ceiling. He notices a spider web in the corner and makes a mental note to vacuum it up later. “Come on, Geralt. We both know your hair’s gonna look like shit if we don’t do something about it. And you know,” he shrugs, “maybe it’s time for a new look. You’ve had the same haircut for… what? Sixty years? Don’t you think it’s time for something new?”

Geralt sighs, his shoulders slumping a bit in defeat. “Fine, I’ll go to a hairdresser tomorrow.”

Jaskier scoffs, pushing himself away from the door to start loading in the washing machine. “No, you won’t. You told me you don’t want a stranger with scissors getting anywhere near you, like, a year ago. Oh, don’t give me that look, I actually listen to what my housemate says, unlike some people.”

He straightens again, slams the washing machine door shut. “Look, Witcher, I’ve got perfectly good scissors and clippers in the bathroom. I’m perfectly adept at cutting my own hair and maintaining it, so doing yours would be easy as fuck. Your options are trusting me, trusting a stranger, or looking ridiculous.” He shrugs, picking his book from the living room table, walking up the stairs as Geralt continues staring at him. “Your choice.”

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A knock on his door startles him out of his concentration. “Yeah?” The door opens a crack, and he sees Geralt’s amber eyes peering at him. “What is it? Changed your mind?”

“Hmm.” The door closes again, and Jaskier can’t help the slow smile that spreads across his face as he closes his laptop and gets up. He finds the Witcher in the bathroom, his hair clean and slightly damp from, presumably, a shower – though still very much a mess.

“Alright, so…” He waves his hand vaguely. “Any ideas? What do you want to do with it?”

Geralt’s frown deepens, and he looks at himself in the mirror. “I don’t know.”

Jaskier sighs, purses his lips. “Alright, let me see.” He moves to stand behind Geralt, carding a hand through the soft locks, assessing the damage. “Yeah, definitely gonna have to go for an undercut, here. Or a crewcut, if that’s what you want?”

“No.”

“Okay, undercut it is.” He takes a step to the side so he can see Geralt’s face in the mirror. “Do you want the top to be, like, the same length as my hair, or like, as long as it is now?”

Geralt seems to hesitate, eyes flickering between himself and Jaskier, probably trying to imagine how he would look with hair the same length as Jaskier’s. Finally, he seems to decide, and nods once. “Long.”

Jaskier grins, pushing past Geralt to rummage in the cupboard under the sink. “Alright, please do take my desk chair from my room, master Witcher, and I’ll be with you shortly.”

He doesn’t miss Geralt’s eyeroll, though the Witcher does as he’s told, walking out of the bathroom, returning with Jaskier’s chair. Usually, he does his own hair standing up, but Geralt is an inch or two taller than him, which would make it hard to do his hair – it’s easier if Geralt sits down. Which is what the Witcher does, before Jaskier even has to ask. He grins again, and moves to stand behind Geralt, hairtie in hand. He gathers the hair at the top of Geralt’s head, tying it up in a messy bun, so he doesn’t accidentally cut it off, before he takes the heavy scissors.

“Alright, we’re gonna have to cut off the longer parts first, before I shave it.”

He sighs, taking a lock at the back of Geralt’s head, before looking up, meeting amber eyes in the mirror. “You ready?” Geralt nods, once. Snip. The lock falls to the ground, Jaskier’s eyes following it all the way down. He sighs again. “Alright, let’s continue.”

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Before long, the back and sides of Geralt’s head are significantly shorter, and Jaskier lays down the scissors, flexing his stiff fingers a bit, before taking the clippers.

“Hmm. Maybe start with 9 and work our way down? That way we can always cut it shorter if it’s too long.”

Geralt sighs softly, rolling his eyes. “Fine. Just get it over with.”

Jaskier grins. “Don’t like clippers?”

“Too loud.”

He nods, even though he personally enjoys the buzzing of the clippers, enjoys the feeling of them scraping against his head, but hey, to each their own, he supposes. He turns them on, setting them against the back of Geralt’s head. He heaves a soft sigh, before moving the clippers up, and-

Oh, fuck.

He forgot to put the guard back on the clippers. Meaning that those 9 millimeters he planned on leaving on Geralt’s head have turned to… well, 0. He can’t hide the horror on his own face as he looks from the clippers to the bald patch he managed to create on Geralt’s head.

“What did you do?”

He looks up at Geralt’s reflection, at the amber eyes studying his face intently, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

“Jaskier, what did you do?” the Witcher repeats, and Jaskier swallows thickly.

“I, uh… Forgot the guard. And now…” He points at the back of Geralt’s head sheepishly. “No hair.”

Geralt’s jaw tightens, and a muscle starts pulling at the corner of his lips. Usually, when he looks like that, he goes outside for a few hours and comes back home with bloody knuckles and bits of bark clinging to his skin. Except today, it seems, as Geralt deflates in the chair, tension leaving his shoulders. “Fine.”

Jaskier blinks, frowns. “What?”

“I said ‘fine’. Just do the rest like that. It’ll grow back.”

Jaskier bites his trembling lip, guilt flooding him as he sets the clippers against Geralt’s head again.

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“It’s a bowl cut.”

Jaskier frowns. “No! It’s… a very short undercut.”

“It’s a long bowl cut, Jaskier.”

He chews on the inside of his cheek, fidgeting with his fingers, as he looks at Geralt, who’s staring at his own reflection. “Okay, maybe it is, but… It’ll grow back? Eventually?” He swallows, looks away. “Geralt, I’m- I’m so sorry, I-“

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not, Geralt, I fucked up and I’m so s-“

“Jaskier. I said it’s fine.” The Witcher sighs, walking to the bathroom door. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Jaskier.” He closes the door a little bit harder than he usually does, and Jaskier flinches.

He sighs, spending the next half hour cleaning the hair from the bathroom floor and brushing it out of the clippers, guilt mulling in his head. When he’s done, he rolls the desk chair back to his own room, sitting down on it heavily. He fucked up, he really did. And there’s no way to fix it, either – Geralt will have to walk around for the next few weeks with, well… basically a bowl cut. A long bowl cut, but a bowl cut nonetheless.

He sighs, leaning his chin on his hand, trying to find some way to fix it, when his eye lands on a crochet hook in his penholder. It’s been a few years since he’s done crochet, but it can’t be that hard, right? He suddenly remembers the box of wool under his bed, and a plan forms in his head.

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Turns out relearning crochet is hard, and he spends the entire night hunched over his work, pausing and unpausing the tutorial over and over again, clumsy fingers working even clumsier stitches. But by the time the sun rises, he’s done it. He’s managed to make a beanie for Geralt. Of course, he’s not sure if it’s gonna fit – he had to use his own head for measurements and added a few stitches to make it a bit bigger – and the colour is… questionable, but it’s there, in all its uneven and bright yellow glory.

He looks up when he hears Geralt’s door open, and sprints into the hall, nearly bumping into the Witcher’s broad chest. Geralt frowns, looks down at Jaskier’s disheveled clothes, still from the previous day, at the circles under his eyes, and scoffs. “What did you do?”

Jaskier frowns, takes a step back, because being this close to Geralt is making his heart do weird things, and hides his work behind his back. “Why do you always think I’m up to something, Geralt?”

“Because you always are.”

Jaskier nods. “Fair enough.” He sighs, chewing on his lower lip. “Look, I’m sorry for what happened yesterday, I really am. So, I uh… made this. For you.” He holds out the beanie, depositing it in Geralt’s hands, who frowns at the misshapen lump of wool.

“What is it?”

“It’s a beanie.”

“It’s yellow.”

“That’s the only wool I had left.”

“You could’ve just bought one, you know that, right?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes. In all honesty, he did forget about just buying one, but Geralt needs to learn how to appreciate a nice gesture, really. He stretches out his hand, reaching for the beanie. “Look, if you don’t want it, you can give it back.”

His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline when Geralt snatches his hands away from Jaskier’s, clutching the lump of wool against his chest. “No.”

“No, what? No, you don’t want it, or no, you’re not giving it back?”

It’s quiet for a while, amber eyes looking at his face intently. Finally: “Thank you.”

That surprises him even more. “For what? Fucking up your hair or making a shitty beanie?”

Geralt grins, a sight that leaves Jaskier slightly breathless. “For trying.”

Jaskier feels a blush creeping up his cheeks, and smiles. “Well, thank you for putting up with me trying.” Before he can think twice about it, he takes a step forward, planting a soft kiss on Geralt’s cheek. The Witcher merely looks at him wide-eyed, and regret curls in Jaskier’s stomach. He’s about to take a step back to flee back into his bedroom, when Geralt’s hand closes around his wrist, stopping him.

He can only stand there, heart in his throat, as Geralt leans forward, softly kissing him. It’s just a feather-light touch, but it’s enough to leave Jaskier breathless and desperate for more – so when Geralt moves back, Jaskier closes his hand around the back of the Witcher’s neck, pulling him closer again, deepening the kiss this time.

He does have to come up for air, eventually – and regrettably – but the sight of Geralt grinning at him makes up for the lack of kissing. He smiles softly. “You know, Witcher… that bowl cut is actually really growing on me, you sure you don’t wanna keep it that way?”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

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lostinquotation · 4 years

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Genasi / The Witcher (Part One)

Summary: After the King and Queen of Sasheira refused to sign a treaty with Nilfgaard, an assassin is put on the Queen and her unborn child. While the King remains in Sasheira to fight, Queen Y/N, a gifted air Genasi, is forced into hiding with a man who is rumored to be able to kill anything, Geralt of Rivia.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone!! This is my first Witcher’s fic and the first fic I’ve ever posted! Please like, reblog, follow, and feel free to send me a message!! OH and this fic slow burn... Like SLOW burn so buckle up! It’s gonna be fluffy, angsty and everything in between. I’m excited lol.

Warnings: Slight angst. A dash of smut but literally barely

Word count: 3k (unedited)

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The sound of children laughing filled the air in the garden as little legs and feet ran around and around, their dirt-covered faces grinning brightly as they played. The gardeners smiled as well, participating in light-hearted conversations with one another. It was a beautiful day to be outside in the sun and you, the Queen, decided that the best way to enjoy it would be with a picnic with your husband, King Vario.

It was warm and bright but not overly hot thanks to you, who created cool breezes every now and then. You laid on a yellow blanket, enjoying fruit, juice, and cheese that sat on a nearby table, engaging in conversation with nearby gardeners, butlers and maids. You wanted your last sunny day to be clear of stress and anxiety. You wanted to spend it laughing. Warm. Surrounded by your loving husband, caring people and their children.

The children would come by and grab some food, say their hello’s, and then run off again. The servants sat with the couple as well, telling jokes and stories, some real and some not. They asked about the pregnancy and if you had decided on any names yet. You were with child, the first heir, but you weren’t too far along, just under two months.

“Your Majesty, would you like me to fill your glass?” One of the butlers asked, noticing your empty glass.

“I’m quite alright, thank you,” you smiled up at the man and leaned into your husband’s chest. He wrapped his strong arms around your frame and rested his head against yours, breathing deeply.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked.

“Yes,” you responded, looking around the beautiful garden. “I’m going to miss this. I’m going to miss you.” He placed a gentle kiss to your temple and you intertwined your fingers together. “How long do you think we’ll be gone?”

“Hard to say, me aine. Hopefully not too long but…” He wasn’t entirely sure how to finish his sentence, but he knew he didn’t need to for you to understand.

You sighed, “yeah… At least we have today. One last beautiful day.” He hummed softly in response and began to lightly rock back and forth with a hand on your stomach, causing a blissful smile to spread across your features. You sent out a wave of wind for the workers around you, a few ‘thank you’s’ following.

“Showing off one last time, I see,” he teased, earning a strong gust of wind in his direction.

“I’ll always show off,” you responded with a smirk and turned to face him. “Gotta keep you impressed, of course. The little guy likes it too, I think.” You looked down at your stomach.

“Keep me impressed? You’re the most magnificent person to ever grace this planet… I’m the one who needs to keep you impressed.”

You raised an eyebrow and spoke sarcastically, “yeah, if it weren’t for your blood you never would’ve stood a chance.” He jabbed your side, causing you to squeal loudly.

“Take it back,” he beamed as you erupted into giggles as his hands tickled you.

“Stop! Me aine!” You laughed loudly, hitting his chest. “I take it back! I take it back!”

He pulled his hands back and climbed over you, “I’m gonna miss that laugh… Sarcasm not so much, but that laugh…”

“You love my sarcasm, it’s part of my undeniable charm,” you winked up at him.

“Undeniable that is,” he leaned and planted a loving kiss upon your lips. You smiled into it and kissed back tenderly, bringing your hands to cup his stubble cheeks.

“Ew!” A few of the children exclaimed at the sight but were quickly hushed by one of the maidens. She whispered to them and they all quickly bolted away, deeper into the garden. You both chuckled and stared at each other for a moment, taking in the moment. A perfect moment. A happy one.

You traced his jawline all the way to his lips, where he gently kissed your fingertips. “I love you,” you said, locking eyes with him.

“A horrible decision, really,” Vario said, making your mouth fall open dramatically.

You whacked his arm, “you ruined the moment!”

“I just wanted to see you smile again! I can’t help myself sometimes,” he grinned at you cheekily and you sighed, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Gods, you’re impossible. Seriously, I’m telling you it’s because of your blood… possibly your dashing good looks too. Without them, you’d be nothing,” you spoke teasingly.

“Oh, and without your beauty and your blood, you’d be one scary woman who could kill me in an instant, though I find that endearing in a woman,” he spoke, making you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Yeah, remember that in case you get any wild ideas on the battlefield and decide to get yourself killed. I’ll personally bring you back to kill you again, you hear me?” You asked, pushing him off yourself. “You will not leave this child fatherless, clear?”

“Crystal,” he held up his hands in defense. “I love you.”

“Till the day I die.”

“Till the day I die, me aine” he repeated, placing his forehead against yours.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty,” the steward, Edgaris, approached them.

“Yes?” Vario looked up at the man.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but the Witcher is here,” he said, causing both you and Vario to sit up from the blanket.

“Did he just arrive?” Vario asked as he stood and Edgaris nodded.

“Moments ago. He is in the main entrance,” the three of you began to head inside.

The Witcher, a famous monster slayer, known for being able to kill anything. Strong, magical, and an old friend of Vario, he was the perfect protector. Capable of keeping you safe. The baby safe.

Sasheira was at war— or at least close to it. After refusing to sign a treaty with Nilfgaard, a treaty that granted them most of Sasheira’a land and resources, Nilfgaard threatened to pull their alliance.

King Vario stood his ground, thinking of what was best for his own country and his people. Nilfgaard’s ultimatum did not work and an assassin was sent out to not only kill you but the child inside you as well.

Fortunately, the assassin failed to do his job and was killed mercilessly. A final declaration of war was in the works, but wouldn’t be made until you, the Queen, were safe. Vario would stay back and fight with his men and lead them.

You hated everything about the situation, but this was war. There was nothing to love about it.

You and Vario entered the main foyer and there stood a large man with white hair in dark clothing. He was talking with the King’s advisor and the Stewardess. Their conversation came to end upon their royal arrival.

You stopped in your tracks, your stomach sinking. You grabbed your husband’s wrist, “are we sure about this?”

He gave you a reassuring smile, “everything will be okay, I promise.” You nodded silently and let him go so he could speak with the man first.

The stranger bowed respectfully, “Your Majesty.”

“Geralt of Rivia, wonderful to see you again,” Vario spoke, extending his hand for the man to shake. You approached and forced a small smile. You could feel everyone’s uneasiness, the heaviness in the air.

Vario and Geralt had met before, the circumstances of which were not pleasant. Deadly, to be specific, but that’s all you knew about the situation. Vario never went into the details, only ever saying that protecting you was Geralt’s way of returning an old favor.

“Your Majesty,” he bowed again.

You extended your hand, “ceádmil.”

“Come on in, let’s get you situated. Jesyka,” Vario called for the Stewardess, “his chambers are ready, I presume?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she responded.

“Good. Make yourself at home. Dinner will be around vespers. We hope you are hungry,” Vario spoke cooly, comforting you. His confidence in the situation made you more at ease. It was one of your favorite qualities about the dark-haired man.

“Thank you. I apologize for my late arrival. I had to take care of something before I came,” the Witcher explained his tardiness.

“Not a problem at all. We were just enjoying the outdoors. Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Vario said and the Witcher only grunted in response. “We really appreciate you coming at all. I can’t leave my lovely wife in the hands of just anyone,” he grinned over at you, taking your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“She’ll be safe with me, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to her,” though Geralt said it to Vario, you felt as though it was for you. To reassure you that you’ll be safe. Protected. “And if I fail to do so, I can assure you that I will already be dead.”

Vario cocked an eyebrow, “good to know that the consequences of her blood on your hands has gone unspoken.” Geralt smirked with a low hum. “Jesyka, please show him to his chambers please.”

“Right away, Your Majesty,” Jesyka bowed and motioned for the man to follow her. “This way Sir Geralt of Rivia…” and the two left the room.

“How do you feel, me aine?” Vario asked Relanara.

You shrugged and spoke quietly, “I’m not sure. Guess I just don’t like the idea of not being here with you is all.”

“I know but you know you can’t-”

“Can’t stay here. I know. I’ve heard that speech already. Doesn’t mean I like it,” you frowned, wrapping your arms around him in an embrace. He hugged back, resting his chin on your head before kissing it. You could feel his own anguish.

“No one likes it.”

****

The two of you returned to the garden after that and spent the rest of your time there until seven o’clock. All the servants and the children headed inside for one final feast, an idea you and the stewardess came up with. One last feast for everyone in the castle to enjoy with their Queen. One last feast before the soldiers and knights left for battle.

The throne room was filled with tables and chairs, the bards and musicians were playing their instruments joyfully and took turns to enjoy the party. Once the cooks brought out all the food and wine, they joined in on the feast as well. No one was working that night, even the knights rotated hourly so they could enjoy themselves as well.

The men and women danced and ate the delicious food; there wasn’t a single frown in the crowd. You and Vario joined in on the dancing, laughing loudly with your servants and friends. The dancing wasn’t anything formal— it wasn’t a formal party.

Vario spun you around, beaming at the sound of your giggle, gusts of wind erupting from your body, causing him to laugh lovingly. He dipped you down, joining your lips together in a slow kiss. He lifted you back up and spun you once more. He stopped moving for a second, his eyes falling upon the Witcher who seemed to have just arrived.

“Ah, Geralt! So glad you were able to join us,” Vario greeted warmly.

“This… is dinner?” Geralt asked, looking around.

The King laughed, “have a drink! Have a dance!” Geralt grunted, walking over to a table and began to grab some food. You watched and frowned, stomach twisting as you thought about why he was there in the first place. You were snapped out of it at the sound of loud cheering of a classic folk song, a favorite in their country. It was a song that describes a specific dance, though there were no lyrics in the version they were playing, the people still knew the moves.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down before putting smile on your face. The people participating in the dancing all instinctively joined hands and began the classic dance.

It wasn’t long after that before you needed a break and some water as to not push yourself. You thought it might be a good idea to sit with the Witcher, get to know him a little better before their long journey together.

You approached the brooding man who sat at an empty table near the back. “May I join you?” You asked and he nodded. A moment of silence fell between you both before you finally spoke again. “So, you either hate parties or are just permanently stuck brooding. Maybe both.”

He smirked slightly, “both. Are you at least having fun?”

“As much fun as someone who’s leaving tomorrow with a complete stranger while their husband fights some bloody war can possibly have.”

His eyebrows rose, “can’t imagine that it’s a lot then.”

“It’s enough. I want to enjoy tonight. You should try too. Don’t know when you’ll get another night like this,” you looked towards the sea of dancing bodies.

He shrugged in response, taking a sip from his cup, “I’m enjoying the ale.”

You scoffed but smiled, shaking your head, “if that’s the extent of your enjoyment here then drink all the ale you want.” He didn’t say anything but silently looked at you. You wondered what he was thinking. You couldn’t feel what he was feeling like you normally would against a human, but this was another magical being. You couldn’t feel it. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

“At a party? Never.”

“Hm, very funny. I mean, will I have someone other than my son to talk to the next few months?”

“It’s a boy?” He asked.

“So he has curiosity,” you smiled and he rolled his eyes slightly, grumbling to himself. “What was that?”

“You remind me of someone,” Geralt said.

“Oh? Who? Was she as beautiful and powerful as me?” You held your shoulders up.

“He was a pain-in-the-ass bard,” he responded simply and your mouth fell gaped.

“He’s got wit too,” you shook your head lightly before continuing, “but yes, it’s a boy. A mage told us.”

“Have a name in mind?”

“Tylan.”

He seemed to have approved of it, though took a moment to respond. “I’m sure he’ll be a fine ruler like his father… and mother.”

“I hope he turns out more like his father… But I want him to be a Genasi. Keep the bloodline strong.”

“Hm,” he smirked, “the heir that can bend air.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you looked over at Geralt who had an amused look on his face. “You’re alright,” you gave a small laugh.

****

You spent the rest of your night right next to your husband, savoring every moment you had with him. The party eventually ended and the two of you made you way to your grand chamber. A fire was lit and the two of you laid on the large bed, his arms wrapped around your frame, your head on his chest.

“I don’t want this night to end,” you said quietly.

“I never want my nights with you to end,” Vario responded and you smiled.

You lifted your head and placed a gentle kiss to his lips to which he gladly returned. He deepened the kiss, hands cupping your cheeks to bring you in closer. You crawled on top of him, straddling his waist, kissing down his jaw. When your top was discarded to the floor, you quickly sat up, receiving a confused look in return.

“Remember me like this, because there’s a chance that the next time you see me I’ll be fat or have saggy breasts and stretch marks,” you said and he erupted into laughs.

“Gods, I love you. I’ll take you with any of those. It doesn’t matter,” he kissed you again.

“Till the day I die.”

****

You sat at your windowsill, watching your beloved capital work and play. The children outside were running, laughing, bouncing about with smiles on their faces. The adults were either taking a nice stroll in the warm sunlight or were busy buying and selling various items. Cheers from the local pub erupted suddenly and you silently wondered what they were cheering about. An engagement? A new job? A baby on the way?

You were fascinated by your city and the citizens that lived there with you. You wondered who the people were, their stories and secrets. It pained you to know that this was going to be the last time you would be able to admire them from afar.

A knock sounded at the door, followed by creaking hinges. “They’re ready for you, Your Grace,” you heard her stewardess say. Your eyes remained on the outdoors, smirking when you saw a smiling little girl get trampled by who you assumed were her brothers. “Your Grace-”

“Yes,” you turned your head to the side before slowly returning your gaze back to the outdoors, “thank you. I’ll just be a moment more.”

“Of course, Your Grace.” You heard the door close again. A staggered sigh left your lips as you closed your eyes. You tilted your head back and brought your hands under your chin, whispering a short prayer. With one last deep breath, you left your chambers.

Jesyka was waiting patiently, a packed bag in hand, her eyes full of tears. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment, neither needing to speak in order to understand each other. And at the same time, both of you fell into tears, embracing each other in a tight hug.

“It’s going to be okay,” you whispered, frame shaking. “I’ll see you again,” you pulled away and rested your hands on the woman’s shoulders, “stay safe, please.”

“Of course, my Queen.”

“Good, and Jesyka...” you paused, “thank you.”

Jesyka nodded, more tears falling, “thank you, Y/N.”

After collecting yourselves the best you two could, you both made your way down to the main gate where a plentiful of knights and soldiers stood, along with you husband and his steward. The Witcher was there too, of course. Jesyka handed Geralt the bag and he put it on his horse.

“Ready?” Vario asked, pulling you to the side.

You shook your head as tears pricked the back of your eyes. Your voice was quiet, “Var, I- I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Stop. Yes, you can. You are the strongest person I’ve ever met. We’ll meet again soon,” though his words were nothing but affirmations, you could feel his sadness and anxiety.

You nodded slowly, “anytime you feel a breeze, think of me.”

“I’ll think of you no matter what,” he pulled you in for one last kiss, placing a necklace in your hand. You looked down at it, confused. “For Tylan.”

Your knees nearly gave out right there in his arms, completely crumbling. “Vario, what- No! You will meet your son!”

“Till the day I die, me aine,” he kissed the top of your hand as Geralt began to pull you away.

“You will meet him!” It didn’t matter how many times you said it. One of you wasn’t coming back from this war. Maybe neither.

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Part Two

Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think! Oh and yes, Genasi as in the Dungeon and Dragon’s Genasi (mixed with a little air bender action from Avator). I’ll explain her powers throughout the story when necessary. I didn’t want to dump everything on you all at once as I know how annoying that can be lol.

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia imagines #the witcher imagines #fanfiction

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