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WITCHER IV REVEAL TRAILER Ciri fighting like Geralt  

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Drunk Witchers are funny as hell lmao

Lambert and the hats gonna be the end of me

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Y'all my heart can't take this! It's so sweet!

Papa Bird

Warnings: Adult Language (Mild)

Very Fluffy :)

Geralt x Daughter! Reader

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“So you think this is funny?” Geralt asked the young girl who was sitting in a tree above him.

“Yes, papa, very funny.” She giggled and climbed higher.

“Get down from there!”

“Come get me!”

Geralt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No. I’m only going to say this once more. GET. DOWN.” He raised his voice.

“Oh no, papa is mad...I can’t come down now.” She observed the Witcher from the top of the tree.

“If you get the fuck down maybe I wouldn’t be mad!”

“Why don’t you get the fuck up here!?”

“Don’t USE that language with me, young lady.”

“dOnT uSe ThAt LaNgUaGe.” She mocked and snickered.

The Witcher had gone through this scenario once before, once it got dark she would come down. He knew that....

but once it was dark she still didn’t come down.

He walked back up to the tree. “Please don’t make me come up there.”

“I want you to come up here. So yes, come up.”

“But I don’t want to, I’m going to break a branch and fall. And you will too if you keep going higher.”

“I’m fine with how high I am. It feels nice, the air is much nicer up here. And you look very tiny from down here. Small Papa.”

“Please, please come down.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes the fuck you can, just climb the branches down.”

Then the Witcher heard the worst words he could possibly imagine in that moment.

“I’m stuck.”

His eyes widened slightly, mostly in anger, he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“You are going to the reason I end up breaking my fucking neck doing this.” He began to climb the tree.

She smiled widely, “Yay! papa!”

When he finally reached the small child, she wasn’t stuck at all. He glared at her. He was going to say something when she signaled for him to be quiet. He raised a brow.

She then pointed to a small nest in the tree next to them, a small nest of baby birds was next to them.

“Is this why you didn’t come down?”

“I was making sure that the papa bird came back.”

His eyes softened. “Well, the papa bird is going to come back, always. Always to his babies.”

“I just wanted to make sure.”

“Come on, your dinner is cold. Roach may be eating it right now.”

“No! My veal!” She squeaked and climbed down.

Once they were both on the ground, Geralt then picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. She squeaked.

“Now, tell me what you’re going to do next time I tell you to do something?”

“....listen....”

“Correct.” He placed her down once they got to the camp, he handed her the cold veal and pat her head. She giggled at the affectionate gesture. He sent her a small smile.

Once she was done he firmly gripped her chin. “Tell me once more what you will never do again?”

“...not listen...”

“AND?”

“...mock papa...”

“AND!?”

“Run away from camp without telling papa.”

“Good.” He releases her chin and kissed her nose.

She gently laid down on the bedroll, looking at the fire. Geralt gently encompassed her in his arms.

Once she was asleep Geralt looked down at her with an adoration in his eyes.

“Hm. The Papa bird always comes back.” He kissed her head. “Always.”

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Of Scars and Art

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Song: Work Song -Hozier

Warnings: A lot of angst. Some swearing.

An:This was meant to be something else entirely lol. I hope y'all enjoy!

Would you laugh at me if I called you my guiding light?

Because it scares me that you might.

That you'd sooner call me a fool than accept the fact that I trust you with my life.

With my heart in your hands.

Then again.

I have seen the way you look at her. You look at her as if she carries the sun itself in her hands.

And when I look down into mine all I can see is the way they tremble. The smattering of scars kissing my knuckles. The twisted turns of my right pinky from a punch thrown wrong back when I was just a child.

It hurts. Just a little. Or at least that's what I told Jaskier. There's nothing that I can hide from him at this point.

But what else was I to tell him? That every time I see Geralt my heart pounds it's lovesick tune within my chest? Or that he is the first man that I found myself turning back to time and time again.

That just the thought of him keeps me up late at night when I'm so desperate for sleep.

Because how else am I to explain the fire that shoots across my skin with every passing touch. His hand on my shoulder as he gives me his praise makes my heart soar.

God. When had I become so desperate for another person's approval. How had I become so hungry for attention from another when all I had needed was myself.

When my own company was enough to keep myself complacent in a world so fucking huge that it left me feeling so small.

When I look at her I can see what he sees. Yennefer is the type of woman to drive any artist mad.

If I hadn't known better I would have called her a siren. With the bewitching tune her voice sings and the soft earthy kiss of her skin.

She seemed unblemished. With hardly a hair out of place.

And me.

Well.

I did my best. I was comfortable in my skin. That much I was proud of. But even the most confident could grow sick of the scars that spread across ones hips. Over the soft curves of thighs.

Even those won not from growing. The gashes across my back and the nick above my lip when I so foolishly ate with a knife absolutely drunk.

I hated the way my voice wavers when I'm scared. The blotchy red that stains my cheeks when I'm nervous or laugh just that little bit to hard.

I can see why he chose her rather than me.

Everyone would rather choose a work of art unspoiled rather than a broken bit of nothing.

Even when I told myself that it's ok. Sometimes it happens. That you don't need anyone besides yourself to make you happy.

It still hurt me when I found them together.

I didn't even do it on purpose.

It was my room after all.

Lips locked and bodies twined together. His hand in her hair as she cried out into the night.

Those were my sheets on that bed.

My bag by the nightstand.

My heart on the ground.

I left everything then.

My entire life in one worn bag left behind in favor of walking out into the dying light of the sun.

I had nothing but the sword on my hip and the few coins clashing together in my to large a pocket.

How...

Just.

Why?

In my room.

On my bed.

I told Jaskier not to tell Geralt or Yennefer that I had left. Or that I wasn't coming back.

All the work I had was left behind. The research I had done for them. For him.

Oh God how I had played the fool. Oh I had played him well enough.

They could face this beast alone. I knew when I was no longer needed.

I had made it to the stables when I heard him crying out. Yelling my name.

No doubt leaving the room soon after I had slammed the door closed.

"Y/n!" My name on his lips.

It no longer sounded sweet.

My feet settled into the stir-rups.

"Y/n! Wait dammit!" I scowled and pushed my horse forward. The old girl throwing her head back seeming to sense my displeasure. I barely managed to make it passed Geralt before he grabbed ahold of my arm almost wrenching me off of my horse.

"Wait!" At one point in time his touch would have sent sparks along my spine. Now.

Now it just makes me pissed.

"Why? So you can tell me that you're going to fuck Yennefer on my bed? Oh. Wait. You already fucking did!" He scowled. Those amber eyes swirling with an emotion I had no words to describe. I swallowed thickly.

"Fuck." I jerked my hand back as if it were touching fire. I was absolutely seething at this point.

"Fuck is all you have to say? Maybe you really are as heartless as they say Geralt. Most people wouldn't say 'fuck' if they saw their so called friend fucking in their bed." He stepped back. Running his hands through his hair. It was now I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. Just his pants and boots both loosely laced up.

"I." He swallowed. I tapped my heals against my horse. Clicking my tongue as I urged her forward. Once again I was stopped.

"I'm sorry."

"So am I."

I was scars to her art.

An artists sketch before the final product.

No one ever looks twice at the first draft.

I was a fool to think he'd look at me.

I'd be damned if we met again.

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There's something about you.

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Song: Angel eyes - New year's day

Warnings: Smut and Smut mentions.

An: Heres a request from @twistedblissbruja I hope you enjoy!

Tags: @twistedinbliss

When was the last time he had this? The unending love of another. When had someone so willingly given themselves freely without the expectation of getting something back.

It amazes him how someone such as herself drew him in so quickly.

His hands ran up trembling thighs. Heated kisses trailed along exposed skin. Pressed between a heaving chest. Teeth pull at abused lips before nipping along an already colored neck.

The bed rocks as he moves forward. Her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. To grip on his arms as she utters his name like a prayer.

Spilling past her lips again and again as he whispers in her ear.

Oh how she paints him such a pretty picture. Her cheeks colored deep and rich. Hair fanned around her head as he freely runs his hands through it. Her lips curve and pull between her teeth as she tries to quiet her song.

Geralt growls and rocks forward. He pulls her legs over his hips while leaning over her as he presses his lips against hers.

He had waited far to long for this. She was absolutely intoxicating. From the way she moved. The sensual curve of her hips. The smile that curls her lips as she draws him in ever closer.

He pulls her upwards and onto his lap. Eyes locking together as he draws his hands over her hips. His breath spilled past his lips as he took her in. The most beautiful work if art in his very arms. She seemed to glow in the din lighting of the room. A halos light a crown upon her head as she smiled down and him. Her body rocking forward as she bent to place a kiss upon his lips.

How did he ever deserve such a beauty as this. He swore if there was any type of God out there she was it. She called him in time and time again and he did not know how or why. Just how he could feel so deeply for another.

How she could feel that same exact way for him with the curses that surround his name. The Butcher of Blaviken.

The heartless one.

A monster.

How does tell her that when she first spoke her name to him he wished for it to be his. To call it his own.

To only have his name on her lips when she spoke it with such reverence. To be the only one she spoke if in such a manner.

How is it that she pulled him in? Oh God he does not regret it.

How could he feel any type of remorse when they lay down together. Falling into each other's arms. With his name spilling past her lips again and again.

Perhaps he was just a bad of a man that they call him for so selfishly wanting her. When he knows he should be wishing for such a thing.

She sees right through him time and time again.

There's a monster inside of him that he can't seem to fight.

One he doesn't seem to be getting rid of any time soon.

She owns him completely. There was not a damn thing he wouldn't so for her at this point. With her in his arms her face pressed into the crook of his neck as she trembles in esctasy.

He was under her spell and there was not a damn thing he would do to break it.

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Geralt Headcannons

When you're anxious

An: I don't personally have panic attacks or deal with anxiety a whole lot so I drew off of what I do know or what I've felt with when I'm highly anxious over anything. Let me know if there is anything I can fix. Enjoy!

He could tell almost immediately.

By the way your jaw would clench and you would ball your hands into fists.

Perhaps you start shaking. Your hands unsteady as you hold yourself.

If your like me then everything becomes to loud. To bright. You can't focus on anything yet you notice every little detail.

Often Geralt will just stand to your side. Watching you as you try not to show your panicking. He pays attention to how you calm yourself down.

Maybe you go away from whatever set you off. Telling him and Jaskier a quite goodbye before going off to your room for the night.

He'll even take note to how you ground yourself.

The way you brush your fingers over your arms. The wooden table top.

Breathing in deeply and holding it before slowly exhaling.

And he'll apply those to you when it seems like you can't do anything.

Perhaps it was just the overcrowded inn. Or the after effects of a fight.

The first time it's just you and him he waits, watches, and listens.

When he sees nothing you do is working is the moment he steps in.

Everyone is capable of fighting their own battles. But, sometimes, even the greatest warriors need help sometimes.

Geralt will bend down low to get to your level. Be it sitting on the ground or if you've hidden yourself in a random corner.

He'll place a large hand on your shoulder and speak low and soft.

"There is nothing here that can harm you. You are safe. I'm here if you need anything."

If you want Geralt will pull you in close. Resting his chin atop your head. Using his touch and voice to calm you. To help you ground yourself.

"What can I do to help?" Is what he often asks. He himself does not deal with this. But you do. And no one knows yourself better than you.

Geralt will often offer advice where he can. Giving you a way out to distract yourself from whatever is causing it.

He will always be there in the end.

Having a panic attack can be draining.

Geralt will make you drink water and eat something. Even if it isn't a whole lot. A little bit is better than nothing.

"Rest. I'll watch." Three simple words. The closest he can get to telling you that he's there for you. That he'll do his best to protect you without having to outright say them.

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Embrace

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Song: Fire on fire -Sam smith

Warnings: None

An: I know it's a bit short but I hope you guys enjoy! I do have a few more in my drafts that I hope to get out soon.

How often had they played this little game? Weaving and winding around one another like vines trailing up the side of a castle wall.

The two would tease and tantalize each other. Knowing just what buttons to push to get the other riled up.

Neither intended for anything more to follow. It was harmless fun between friends. Nothing more than words and hollow threats.

But that didn't explain the hurt that would fill the other as they watch them walk away in the arms of another.

That it wasn't them making the other sing into the night .

How many times had he watched her from afar. Enjoying the way her body would curve ans twist as she went around making camp. The round view that she would give as she bent over. But more than that he admired her strength her body held. The thickness of her thighs and shoulders thrown back in a way that told everyone to part from her path.

God's. Her touch alone was enough to send thrills up his spine in a way he never felt before. Her ringing laughter the only he music he could ever hope to hear. Such a sound spoiled all the rest in the world.

And he could tell the same was for her.

When he would stand right behind her to whisper in her ear. The not so subtle shudder that would go through her. He could smell it through the warm scent of her perfume.

It was in the way her touch would linger a little longer than necessary in his arm. Or the soft trailing of her fingers over his hand when she would give his food. His thrown sword.

They both felt it when they fought. Back to back as a snarling beast wound its way around them. The fear they felt for the other as they fought more viciously than before.

Geralt never wanted to become dependent on someone else. Or any one to him.

They say he didn't feel, but what else could he call that harsh feeling buried deep into his chest every time he thought of her in battle. That desperation that clawed at hi. The first time he found her wounded and alone.

Did she feel the same?

Y/n ran to him, crying out his name as he took a spear in his shoulder. Frantically calling his name again and again as he faded in and out of reality.

Hers was the last he saw that night and the first when he woke.

The first thing he did was kick Jaskier from the room.

The second was to pull y/n atop him. Ignoring the screaming pain in his shoulder.

Geralt put everything he could never say into that single kiss. His hand behind her head and threading thickly through her hair. Barely coming up to breathe as he wound their tongues together.

Oh gods how he hoped he didn't just ruin the only good thing to have happened in his to long a life. And for the first time he felt true fear when he opened his eyes to loom at her. Only to see thick tears trailing down her face.

"Well. Shit." Quickly turned into a pained grunt when y/n shot forward wrapping her arms around his neck. Her whole body trembled as she held onto him pressing soft kisses just below his ear.

Geralt held onto her. Saying nothing. His fingers playing along the nape of her neck.

"Your absolutely stupid. You know that?" Geralt laughed.

"Your point is?" Y/n sat up and pressed their foreheads together. Placing a kiss between his brows as she did so.

"You almost die. Scaring me half to death. And the first thing you do when You wake up is kiss me." Geralt brought his hand up to cradle the side of her face. Pulling back so he can look her in the eyes.

"I'd do it again and again I it met I got to wake up to your face every time." He brought her in for another kiss. This one softer and more subtle.

"Well. Maybe you don't have to almost die each time. Ya?" Y/n spoke against his lips and Geralt could help but smile. He pulled her in flush against his chest before rolling so he was atop her. All his weight held on his uninjured arm.

"Your injured, Geralt!" Her trailed his lips along her neck. Grinning against her skin as she gasped.

"It's never stopped me before."

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Still you rise.

Pairing: None

Song: none

Warnings:none

An: Just a little thing I though of for Geralt

You were a God to their believer. A lone man among a crowd of wolves. A burst of light at the end of the tunnel. They would scream and shout. Calling you the most vile of things in fear and anger. And still they took and wanted from you.

No one saw your frayed wings. The way they twitched in pain

When you left you left alone. Off to face the boogey man from fairy tales and children's closets. Things of myth and legends. No one would see your pained expression.

No one would watch as your lips curled back and you bared your teeth and screamed into the heavens.

It seemed that no one truly gave a damn. Or would even utter your name with some sort of reverence when you would come back. Beaten bloody and bruised.

Those who said that you did not frighten would cower under that same breath as you stepped to the mantel. Told them that you would slay the beast. At a third of the price and only after the monster was gone.

They only wanted to know what you could do. Only wanted to see the gold color of your halo rather than it's cracks. But it seemed they could only find the bad and would spit your name into the dirt beneath their feet to be stepped upon.

Yet still you come.

They call you heartless and unfeeling. That you could never truly know that pain they have gone through.

Or that they envy you for such a lovely curse.

They could see the strength in your body. The monumental weight you carried as you sins and past failures. God knows that you keep each and every one. As a reminder. As a promise to what is to come to you. To them.

They never notice the way you threaten to collapse beneath it all.

You were a God to their believer. And in the waning light you just as quickly became the shriveling demon as they took the last of your golden hope.

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If they knew

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Song: Meet me at the end -Aviators

Warnings: None. Just a lot of fluff.

An: I hope you all enjoy! This is my first Witcher fic so any feedback would be welcome!

Is that heart truly unfeeling? Words I've heard time and time again. The same thoughts have swirled in my mind more often than I have cared to admit.

How often have I heard rumours of the Witcher's cold heart. That he doesn't and never would be able to feel the same emotions that everyone else does.

I wish that I could tell them otherwise.

That he does care. And perhaps, at times, a little to much.

They haven't seen the way his entire body falls when everyone screams at him. Calling monster and every other vile and twisted thing they could think of.

When that call him the same thing he protects them from. I think it breaks him a little more.

How many times have I seen him shut himself off from the world on a monster hunt gone wrong?

There was one time we went to go rescue a pair of twins. A boy and a girl. The boy lived. The girl was barely hanging on by the time we got there.

Geralt carried her lifeless body the entire way. Cradling it as if it were the most precious gem in the world.

He didn't speak for a month afterwards. Both the mother and father had screamed and yelled at him. Blaming him for their daughters death.

He never did collect the payment he was rightfully due. But he did lay protection around the house.

If only they knew how much he did feel and didn't focus on what he let them believe.

These are the thoughts that run through as I lay next to him. Tuck safely into his side. My hand softly tracing the features of his face as I watch him rest.

"Hmm." His chest rumbles as he hums. His hand coming up to capture mine. He brings my knuckles to his lips and places a chaste kiss to the bruised skin before bringing it down to his chest. His hand gripping mine all the tighter as he slowly wakens.

"What has you awake so early, y/n?" I shrug my shoulders and continue to look at him. His face soft in the rising sun.

"You." I answer. He chuckles and turns his head to look at me. A smile gracing his face.

"And what about me is so interesting that it has you up so early in the morning?" I pull my hand from his grasp and begin to trace the lines around his eyes. The curve of his lips. I trail it along the bridge of his nose and along the edge of his jaw.

"Just thoughts." He grins and pulls me atop him. He sits up himself resting his back against the backboard of the bed.

"Thoughts hmm?" I laugh and hit the side of his shoulder.

"Not those kinds of thoughts you insatiable man!" Regardless I still lean forward. Trailing my lips along his jaw and down his neck. My hand rests on his chest just above his heart. I stop. My lips pressed firmly on his pulse. Quickly beating and telling me everything his words cannot.

"If you did not wish me to have such thoughts then you shouldn't be wearing this." He tugs at the hem of my shirt. Well, his but I stole it last night.

He trails his hands underneath slowly going up my sides then back down again. Resting on my hips. He trace's circles in the exposed skin. Pressing soft kisses to the underside of my chin and down to my chest. Soon he's pulling me in close. His face buried into the crook of my neck. His large hand running up and down my back.

What he does says more than any words he could chose to speak.

He brings his knees up so that I'm sitting on his legs as he wraps both his arms around me tightly. Muttering words that I can't understand. His fingers tracing something against my skin.

If only they knew how much he felt.

They would understand how much he would give and how little he wanted back.

"Hmm." That's how we stay for the rest of the morning. Up until Jaskier decided to pound on the door. Needles to say Geralt was not a happy man.