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The cleft chins of the Witcher.

I have a cleft chin (dimple, or butt chin if you like) myself and I’ve hated for 20 years. After watching the witcher, I suddenly felt appreciated. And I now - most unexpectedly - like my chin!

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Signed

PETITION TO GIVE HENRY CREEL LONGER HAIR OH MY GOD 😵‍💫

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Me when I’m trying to see both Geralt AND Lambert when they’re both on screen in the Kaer Morhen episodes

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I think the funniest part about the whole 'Vecna' thing is that Peter kind of... still call himself Peter? and that a gang of teenagers from Hawkins took the Vecna Lore from DnD and used it as if it was his real identity, we all know they're gonna storm into the Creel's attic at some point and yell for him to come and fight

Dustin: Hey Vecna we are here to fight you to the death, show yourself you little sh*t!

Peter: *perched in dozen of tentacles waking up from his trance and seeing eight teenagers at his feet pointing at him with made-up weapons*

Peter: ...

Peter: I think you might have the wrong guy

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Like a flame (a Witcher story) - part V

Pairing: Lambert x F! Mage reader

Genre: fluff, angst, h/c

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries and blood

Read the previous parts here:

You paced around nervously, trying to make up your mind. Guilt crept over you: Lambert was in pain and you were the only one who could ease it. The witchers only knew how to make their elixirs and those wouldn’t help him now. You had heard his fastened heartbeat when you talked to him earlier, and he couldn’t hide his suffering from you even though he wanted to. You heard a yelp and some cursing from the room next to you, the room in which Lambert slept. It was enough: perhaps you had even punished him for too long. You quietly slipped out of your room to go to the alchemy lab.

The stone floor felt cold against your bare feet, so you walked quickly. Once you were there you started gathering what you needed, which was easier said than done because everything on the shelves was messy and dusty. After some time you found willow bark, yarrow, chamomile, honey, poppy, and clove oil. Luckily, every ingredient you needed was there. You rinsed out a mortar and started crushing the plants one by one.

You suddenly heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and as you looked up you saw that unmistakable mob of red, curly hair. He wasn’t wearing his tunic, his physique was so muscular and chiselled… It also showed how badly he had ‘wrapped’ his wound: he had just pressed a piece of cloth to it, which only stuck partly to his skin.

‘Oh… hello.’ he said.

You nodded and gave him a small, but warm smile. His cheeks flushed and his eyes crinkled a little at the corners: he was relieved that you were being friendly again, or at least a little bit. He started hovering around the other table: letting his eyes go over every item on it.

‘Looking for something?’ you asked without looking up from your work.

‘Have you seen that mortar and pestle you gave me this afternoon by any chance?’ he stammered.

‘Here.’ you said, picked it up from the table, and held it out to hand it to him.

‘Thanks, princess.’ he said and took it from your outstretched hand. Your fingers briefly met and his warm touch made your skin tingle.

‘What did I tell you about calling me that, Lambchop?’ you said teasingly.

He let out a hearty laugh and started grinding the contents of the bowl in front of him. He was quite clumsy since he was right-handed, and using his arm hurt.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asked curiously.

‘Making a potion.’ you answered and looked up, he was studying your face with sweet eyes. They were the same colours as yours: a fiery, bright amber, just like a flame.

‘Concocting something in the black of night? Highly suspicious.’ he said with a charming smile, ‘What’s it for?’.

‘I’m making a potion for you, you idiot.’ you said, the corners of your mouth curled up.

He looked at you with a baffled expression, he couldn’t quite grasp what you were saying. ‘I thought… you were angry, with every right of course.’

‘I am angry, or at least I was. But just because you behaved like a fool doesn’t mean you have to suffer.’

‘You’re one soft sorceress, Y/N.’

His comment made you smile: it made you feel giddy really. ‘I’m sorry for…’

He cut you off: ‘You shouldn't be the one to apologize. I know I was reckless, and I’m sorry for that. I just wanted… There’s no excuse actually, I’m sorry.’. He was practically stuttering, tripping on almost every word. He knew he was in the wrong, and he was full of sorrow and felt simply downhearted because of it.

‘It’s fine, Lambert. I forgive you.’

‘What? You do?’ he asked suspiciously, he wasn’t expecting that.

‘Yes, and you were right: I can’t stay mad at you.’, you smiled sheepishly and saw his eyes twinkle. ‘Come here.’ you said and cleared a space on the table, right next to you.

He walked over and sat down with a grin: ‘Seems I’m getting my way after all.’

‘Watch it, witcher.’ you said with an eye roll, which made him snort. ‘Gods, you did a terrible job here…’ you muttered as you let your eyes go over his shoulder and bare chest.

‘Can’t be good at everything, even my talents have their limits.’

‘This might hurt a little.’ you stated and carefully started to peel the fabric from his sticky wound.

He grunted and frowned: ‘A little?’

‘A lot, perhaps.’ you said and decided to rip it off in one piece, it would hurt less like that.

‘Aw!’ he yelped and clenched his jaw tightly.

‘Sorry.’ you smiled sweetly, which caused his tense face to soften immediately.

‘You are lovely, but cruel.’ he jested.

‘More than you bargained for?’ you teased back.

‘Not one bit.’

‘Good. This will help though.’ you reassured him, and dipped your fingers into the salve he had made. His eyes fluttered shut at your gentle touch and he sighed with relief once he felt the soothing effect. You wrapped his shoulder carefully but tightly enough so it wouldn’t loosen during the night.

‘Drink this.’, you handed him a vial of the potion you had made.

‘You’re not going to poison me, right?’ he smirked, but he didn’t even wait for your answer before gulping it down.

‘Idiot.’ you sighed, followed by a giggle.

‘Are you tired of me?’

‘How could I?’, you brought your face closer to his. He caressed your cheek and placed his hand in the crook of your neck.

‘Just kiss me.’ you whispered, and your lips finally met.

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Baby Lambert: *chewing*

Vesemir: what are you eating?

Baby Lambert: *chews faster*

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Like a flame (a Witcher story) - part IV

Pairing: Lambert x F! Mage reader

Warnings: mild swearing, Lambchop being Lambchop

Genre: fluff, angst, h/c

Read the previous parts here:

‘Y/N, can we talk?’

‘Piss off, Lambert…’ you muttered under your breath as you filled your bowl with stew.

‘What did he do?’ Geralt asked, his brow knitted into a frown.

‘Leave it alone.’ Eskel huffed, clearly regretting what he did.

‘I’ll tell you what he did, Geralt.’ you said. ‘Lambert here, got himself hurt on purpose so he could be the centre of attention.’

‘What!?’ Coën shouted, ‘Are you mental?’

You all sat down around the same table and Lambert made sure to sit opposite of you, he was desperate.

‘Idiot.’ Geralt grunted and hit the back of Lambert's head which caused the ginger witcher to curse under his breath.

‘Why would you do such a thing?’ Vesemir asked, he wondered whether his youngest son has lost his mind. Lambert didn’t answer and just kept trying to make eye contact with you.

‘He wanted to spend time with her.’ Eskel said, which caused Geralt and Coën to snort.

‘Yes and you helped him.’ you snarled, making sure the others knew he was complicit.

‘Unbelievable…’ Geralt grunted.

‘Exactly.’ you said and glanced over to meet Lambert’s keen amber eyes. They made you feel weak and caused your cheeks to flush but you kept a deadly glare. Your eyes could have burst anyone into spontaneous flames, and Lambert looked broken when he saw your fiery gaze.

‘And you still helped him, or who tended to him??’ Coën asked.

‘He couldn’t stitch it up himself, so yes.’

‘You’re soft.’ Geralt said and rolled his eyes.

‘Can’t we just leave it behind, princess? I told you I’m sorry…’ Lambert tried.

‘Don’t call me princess.’ you spat and angrily spooned some horrible stew into your mouth.

‘’You are both so stubborn!’ Coën sighed.

‘And you are all as stupid as you’re tall!’ you yelled and left. The food was disgusting and you didn’t feel like eating so you were more than glad to escape. You were absolutely livid, but also more attracted to Lambert than ever. You hated yourself for it, and even though he was an idiot and too horny for words, you still loved him.

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You had spent some time with Sage and Roach and it was already late when you came back inside. You had managed to slip out without anyone noticing so Geralt and Vesemir - the only ones who were still in the hall, were surprised to see you.

‘Y/N, what are you doing still up?’ Vesemir asked, ‘I thought you had gone to bed.’

‘I was with Roach and Sage.’ you said with a thin smile. ‘I gave them hay and water so don’t bother going out again.’ you added.

‘Hm.’ Geralt grunted, ‘Thank you.’

‘It’s fine. At least they don’t vex me.’ you huffed.

‘Lambert is sorry, you know.’ the white-haired witcher said, ‘He’s an arse but at least he’s sorry.’

‘That’s something…’ you said.

‘It’s a start.’ Vesemir smiled kindly.

‘Night.’ you said and walked towards the stairs. You crossed the laboratory and saw the mortar standing in the exact spot where you had put it down before Lambert. The leaves and twigs were only roughly crushed and just a few strips of cloth had disappeared. He had done a terrible job at patching himself up it seemed, too bad for him.

You walked up the stairs and saw Lambert standing in the hall, about to enter his room. He hadn’t seen you yet, and he was grabbing at his shoulder with a grunt: he was in pain.

‘I can hear your heartbeat, little witch.’ he said and turned around to meet you with a little smile. He tried his best to hide his agony but it was no use.

‘You’re hurting.’ you said with a calm tone.

‘Yes…’

‘And do you know whose fault that is?’

‘Yours, because you left me untended to.’ he snorted.

‘Fuck’s sake…’ you moaned and sped up to go to your room, you didn’t want to see him anymore.

‘I was only having fun, I’m sorry.’, he was almost stuttering now.

‘I know you’re sorry, but just let me be. I’ve had enough of you.’ you said, your voice had a slight bend in it. It made you feel ashamed, he could not, under any circumstances, find out that you pitied him. That was your problem: you yearned for him, you wanted him so badly it hurt. You walked past him and your side brushed him, and suddenly you felt his hand on your arm.

‘Please…, you can’t stay mad at me. No one can.’

‘You think you’re so irresistible, don’t you?’ you yelled. ‘And I definitely can, watch me.’. He was right, he was impossible to ignore. You opened your door and heard a ‘Night, Y/N.’ before you slammed it shut.

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Like a flame (a Witcher story) - part III

Pairing: Lambert x F! Mage reader

Genre: fluff, h/c, angst

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, slight swearing

Read part I and II here:

Roach and Sage were already waiting for you when you walked outside with a basket. You occasionally nicked some apples or carrots for them, and they loved you all the more for it. Roach was Geralt’s chestnut horse and Sage was Lambert’s, they were both gentle giants. After spending some time with them you looked around a little and strayed from the keep.

In the distance, you saw a giant construction against the side of a mountain. It was probably ‘the pendulum’, Eskel had told you about it - and it sounded dreadful. You couldn’t contain your curiosity so you wandered further from the keep to have a better look at it. As you came closer you saw the white wolf climbing up the platform and he completed it so quickly - it was baffling. After him, the curly witcher took his chance. He almost got knocked off when he saw you, but he managed to keep his balance and after a minute or two he came down and walked to you.

��Go on.’

‘Why would I do that?’

‘Are you afraid to break a nail?’

‘I’m afraid to fall off like you almost did.’ you remarked, ‘And I’d rather not die.’

‘Fuck’s sake…’ he huffed.

Why was he behaving the way he did? He was an attention seeker, that much was clear, but why was he so keen on annoying you? You hated how much you loved his company, even when he was behaving like a disaster. You pulled your cloak tighter around you and headed back inside.

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‘Y/N!’

You looked up from your mortar a pestle and saw Eskel rushing towards the table you were working on with Lambert leaning on him. Lambert looked miserable, and then you saw it: he was bleeding.

‘What happened?’ you asked with a quavering voice. You rushed to clear a space on the cluttered table, books and plants covered the complete surface.

‘Training…’ Lambert grunted and grabbed at his shoulder.

‘Sit down. Careful, don’t touch it!’ you said and pulled his hand away from his blood-stained shirt, ‘You’ll make it worse.’

‘How could this happen? What were you doing?’ you rambled as you rummaged through the shelves to find wine and bandages, you had to be quick.

‘I wasn't paying attention…’ Lambert admitted.

‘Let me see.’ you said, and as he exposed the deep wound on his shoulder you felt tears well up in your eyes. ‘Oh, Lambert…’

You drenched a cloth in wine and carefully wiped the edges of the cut which caused it to bleed more. His soft, pained moans were gut-wrenching. Seeing him like this made you realise how much he meant to you, it had taken him to get hurt for you to know this… Your heart was drumming wildly within your chest, you were certain that they could both hear it.

‘I need bandages, just stay calm and I’ll be right back.’ you said and gently rubbed his arm, your voice was almost a whisper. You swallowed but the lump in your throat didn’t go away.

It didn’t take you long to find what you needed and you returned to the alchemy lab with clean strips of cloth. You overheard Eskel and Lambert, they were arguing:

‘What the fuck, you weren’t supposed to do this much damage!’

‘Lambert, this was your idea!’

‘I just wanted her to notice me, I didn’t want to lose my fucking arm!’

‘I know that idiot, I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry but stop whining, I beg you.’

He had asked Eskel to mildly injure him, so you would notice him… You knew Lambert was something but this exceeded your wildest expectations. You tried your best to hide your flushed face and walked down the stairs. Eskel saw you and left after patting Lambert on the shoulder - his hurt one.

‘Oi!’

‘What?’

‘Watch it!

‘Oh!’ Eskel snorted, ‘Sorry Lambchop!’

It took you a lot of effort to keep calm, but you somehow managed. You cleaned the wound again and started stitching him up. The only curved needle you could find was blunt; Lambert was clearly suffering. You felt sorry for him, but you didn’t know why since all of it was his own doing. He hissed and clenched his jaw every time you pulled the edges of the cut closer together.

‘Sorry.’ you uttered and gave him a quick glance, his eyes were watery and he tried to escape your gaze.

‘Don’t worry…’ he grunted.

‘Why did you do this?’, it was as much a surprise for you as it was for him to hear those words coming from your mouth.

‘I didn’t do anything, Eskel did.’ Lambert yelped.

‘I overheard you. Why, Lambert? Why did you do this?’

‘I don’t know…’

‘Here’s what I know: you are a reckless idiot!’ you yelled.

‘Y/N… I’m sorry!’ he moaned.

‘I bet you are!’ you snarled and angrily snapped a thread to close a stitch.

‘Aw! I wasn’t thinking, I saw you with Coën and I wanted to spend time with you…’

‘That’s the thing, Lambert. You never think.’

As soon as you were done you threw down the needle and forceps. You grabbed a mortar and filled it with herbs but didn’t crush it, instead you put it roughly on the table next to him. ‘Help yourself.’

‘Y/N, please… I’m sorry!’ he yelled but you were already up the stairs.

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Like a flame (a Witcher story) - part II

Pairing: Lambert x F! Mage reader

Genre: fluff, angst, h/c

Warnings: mentions of a wound and mild swearing

Read part I here:

‘Here we are.’ he said and got off his horse before giving you a hand to do the same.

‘Thank you.’ you smiled politely and took a moment to get to know the mare in front of you. She snorted when you rubbed her nose and started nudging you as soon as you stroked her mane. The ginger witcher put her in the stable next to a chestnut horse, and then beckoned you to follow him. The ground beneath your feet was covered in slippery cobbles, but you somehow made your way across the ruined courtyard without falling. You couldn’t possibly give him the satisfaction of seeing you topple over, he was pleased with himself quite enough already.

The keep was older and grimmer than you had imagined. The bony remains of a dragon lay scattered across the ground, the battlements and walls had started to crumble, but it felt oddly familiar.

‘It isn't much, but it’s home.’ he said with a thin smile, and without saying another word he pushed the heavy wooden gates. They gave in with a creaking groan and you set foot into a great, dark hall.

You saw a man, and you immediately recognized him as ‘The White Wolf’, ‘The Butcher of Blaviken’. His piercing golden eyes and his white hair gave him away. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve kidnapped a poor human…’ he jested while he eyed you with a studying look.

‘Y/N!’ you heard and looked up to find the source of the voice, Vesemir appeared from behind a giant, old tree filled with witcher medallions. He walked up to you with open arms, he hugged you and you suddenly noticed that everyone was looking at you.

‘It’s so good to see you!’ you smiled, but you grew more nervous by the second.

‘Who is she?’ a man curiously asked. He had long brown hair that was partly tied up.

‘She’s a mage, she’s here to brew new potions and to replenish your elixirs. Perhaps she could look after Coën as well?’ he asked with an insecure tone. ‘If you’re willing, a Bruxa attack…’ he explained.

‘Of course I’ll help him!’ you said, how could they think you wouldn’t tend to him?

A witcher with two different eyes gave you a kind smile, so you assumed he was the one who got hurt.

‘Did you come here with Lambert?’ one of the asked.

‘Ah, so you’re Lambert?’ you asked with a raised brow and turned to the curly, ginger man.

‘You never asked my name.’ he grinned. ‘And yes, Eskel. I found her in the woods and took her with me.’.

You closed your eyes in annoyance, he made it sound as if you were lost and half-dead when he saw you and brought you inside like a gracious knight…

‘Come to the fire and have some ale.’ Eskel said and you wanted nothing more than to accept his invitation.

‘Thank you, but I’d like to tend to Coën first.’

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It was late, and you were so grateful for the fire and the warm bed waiting for you in your room. You were sure you had seen a rat dart across the chamber and disappear into a small hole in the floor, but you were used to much worse so you couldn’t care less. You had taken care of Coën earlier, he had a giant bite wound on his back - luckily it was still fresh so you could keep it from starting to fester just in time. It wasn’t deep enough to stitch up, so you had made a potion and a salve to help him recover more quickly. You knew witchers were tough, but where any mortal would have screamed the house down he hadn’t even made a noise while you worked on him.

After that, you finally got to warm yourself and had your first proper meal in days. Geralt had made a stew and it tasted wonderful, that combined with a mug of ale made for the perfect start for a comforting evening.

You eagerly scurried up the stairs towards your room after retrieving your book you had forgotten in the hall. The promise of a healing and deep sleep made you brave enough to walk barefoot and the cold, stone floor. You saw Lambert standing in the corridor. He had been talking to Geralt who gave you a little nod before disappearing into his chamber.

‘Princess.’ he said with his typical teasing tone.

‘Lambert, fuck’s sake. I am not a princess!’ you sighed.

‘You look like one.’ he snorted, followed by a charming and crooked smile.

‘Unbelievable…’ you muttered and you saw his smile falter.

‘Night.’ he sighed.

‘Yes, goodnight.’ you muttered and saw him walk away. ‘Lambert!’ you suddenly said. ‘Wait, I never thanked you… It was kind to take me with you.’

His smile grew wide and his amber eyes sparkled just like the torches in the holders on the wall. ‘Anytime, love!’ he chuckled before walking off.

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‘No thank you.’ you said with a polite smile, ‘I can manage.’

‘Just be careful, Y/N.’ Geralt said with a wary tone.

‘I’m just going to the woods to get some herbs for our dinner, and some mushrooms perhaps.’ you said. They really didn’t want you to go alone. They kept looking at you so you said: ‘I won’t be long, I have a dagger with me, and I am not five.’.

Geralt snorted and shook his head while Lambert crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes ever so slightly. Without further ado, you open the gates and walked outside where the cold immediately made you shiver. On your way to the forest you got a little lost in thought:

Some time had passed since you arrived and it had been everything but dull. You had made some potions and taken care of Coën who, thanks to you, was feeling much better. You had never expected this, but you already felt at home in that drafty and cold keep. The welcome had been much warmer than anticipated and all the witchers were kind towards you. Geralt didn’t say much though, and Lambert couldn’t hold himself from teasing you. He had stopped calling you ‘princess’, but now he had a new name: ‘the little witch.’. You glared at him every time he said it, but it only caused him to grin and swell with pride.

You returned an hour later with a basket full of mushrooms and herbs. You had even managed to find some thyme and rosemary. Eskel was already cheerful about the fact that you would prepare the stew that evening, especially after eating Lambert’s the night before. The youngest witcher loathed preparing dinner, and you could taste that.

You threw out all the stale bread and decided to bake fresh ones - you were longing for some proper food and the only other person who could conjure up something edible was Geralt.

‘Don’t poison us, all right?’

‘Have you come to help or irritate, Lambert?’ you uttered under your breath.

‘To help!’ he said with fake hurt lacing his voice.

‘Of course you have.’ you smiled, and his crooked smile made you blush. He was handsome, but also so very vexing…

The witchers all enjoyed their dinner and afterwards, you sat down with Vesemir, Coën, Eskel, Lambert, and Geralt. They had told you stories of monsters they had encountered and they never ceased to captivate you. You were especially impressed when Geralt told about a striga, you had always believed they only existed in old wives’ tales. ‘But she took a big chuck out of him.’ Lambert said, he seemed annoyed with his friend. When you had finished your wine you took Coën downstairs to the laboratory to clean his wound.

When you were finished you returned to the hall to sit by the fire - just a little longer. Most of the men had gone up, but Lambert and Vesemir were still sitting at the same table.

‘Thank you for that, Y/N.’ the old witcher said.

‘There’s really no need to thank me.’

‘They say witches are cunning but you’re quite all right.’ Lambert said.

‘They say witchers are heartless but some of them are acceptable.’ you laughed.

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timothée by carl timpone 

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Can I ask you a 32 from the prompt list with Geralt? I was thinking that him and the reader (an healer) knows each other from quite long and one day he show up worse than usually and he almost dies but the reader manage to save him. Once he wakes up she gets mad at him.

Yes! Cute!💖

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Possession

A failed exorcism leads Geralt to your door...and frightens you to death.

#32 “Are you able to forgive me?”

If there was ever a time for you to be angry at Geralt of Rivia, it was now.

You were a healer, who lived in the epicenter of bad. Monsters of all kinds prowled around your village, making it quite the hot zone for witchers in need of coin. I mean, there was always some sort of problem in need of fixing. 

That’s how you met Geralt, all those years ago. 

A friend of yours, one of the few farmers in the village, was having his cattle be mutilated. The witcher, Geralt of Rivia, happened to be there at the time. Although, you didn’t know who he was at this point. All you knew was that you were the one who treated his wounds afterwards.

“What on earth did this to you?” You said while stitching up his shoulders. The poor witcher was nearly torn to bits.

“A katakan. Group of them, actually. They were devouring those cows.” He responded in a deep and gruff voice, trying his best not to show any pain when you put alcohol on his wounds. 

“Well, I hope you don’t get scratched up too badly next time...” You hesitated, now realizing you didn’t even know his name.

“Geralt.” He simply said, and you smiled a bit.

“Y/N.” You told him back in kind, and you swear you saw him smile a bit in acknowledgement of that.

That was a few years ago now. Geralt’s come to the village a lot more often than you expected, and you were always there to heal him. It became clear to you that the witcher didn’t have many friends. All he’s ever brought up was some bard, but the relationship to you was hard to place. 

However, let’s get back to why you’re angry at him, shall we? 

It was storming. You were inside your little house, mixing different remedies together with some of your herbs. You knew Geralt was in town, dealing with something, but you haven’t seen him yet. So, you continued to mix up some herbs for later.

Then there was a knock on your door.

Not realizing that it was urgent, you walked calmly over to let in whoever needed your assistance. Upon opening the door, you were beyond shocked to see what you saw. 

It was Geralt, all beaten up and on the verge of death. 

He appeared to barely be able to stand on his own two legs, leaning against your door frame and breathing heavily. The witcher didn’t appear so damaged on the outside, but there was something clearly wrong with him, maybe internally. That, and he did seem to have a gash across his stomach where one of his hands was trying to keep the blood from dripping out, and his guts from falling.

“Demon exorcism...didn’t go right...” Was all he got out before you ushered him inside and gave him a sleeping draught so you could easily work on his wounds, and so he wouldn’t be in any pain. 

It was excruciating.

You were practically drowning in your own sweat as you worked on his wounds. The big one on his stomach is where you started, which was the hardest. It didn’t help that your patient was on the verge of death either. Plus, he seemed to be having some internal strife. You’ve never treated a victim who got attacked from a demon. So, after making sure he was stable and the bleeding had stopped, you gave him a draft for any internal/mental wounds.

Then you waited for him to wake up. However, you were seething.

“How could you be so foolish...?” You muttered to yourself as you looked at the witcher sleeping in a cot. You were concerned and focused while working on him, but now you were angry. He was normally so careful, and now looked what happened.

It took around ten minutes, but the witcher finally woke up.

“How am I alive...?” Geralt said to himself, still a bit dreary from the drugs you gave him. However, his sharp senses soon caught sight of you. The witcher’s amber cat-like eyes widened when he saw you.

He could sense your anger, and prepared himself for a lecture.

“How are you alive? That’s a great question...What the hell happened!?” You shouted at him while standing up from your chair. True to his nature, Geralt remained silent as you got mad at him. Your questions were rhetorical anyone.

“I mean, demons aren’t your run of the mill monsters! You need to be more careful!” You shouted at him, feeling just a tad silly when it came to you (a mere healer) telling a witcher to be careful.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I lost you...” You trailed off as you quieted your rage and slowly looked out the window. Geralt collected his thoughts and followed your gaze towards the window. The storm was letting up.

“Are you able to forgive me?” The witcher finally said, causing you to look at him. That’s when you met each other’s eyes. It was then that you saw the vulnerability on his face. This man, who pushes himself away from others in fear of making connections, was afraid to lose you. 

One of the few who treated him like an equal.

“Geralt...” You started while moving to sit beside him on the bed. This was the closest you’ve ever been to him.

“I’m just glad you’re still alive...I couldn’t be truly angry at you getting hurt.” You told him and he smiled a bit. You turned to meet his eyes and gave him a small smile in return.

“Just...don’t come to my door near death again, okay? Unless you need to because then of course I will treat you...” You began to ramble, causing him to chuckle to himself.

“Maybe...I could come to your door even when I’m not in need of your services?” It was this question that caused you to blush. Geralt was offering to visit you just because he wanted to, and not because he needed you.

It really opened up a view on your relationship with the witcher.

“Yeah...You’ve known me for years...It’s time for a visit when I’m not stitching you up.” You said with a slight laugh, but your words made him smile with glee. It made him feel good to know that you trusted him enough to let him in.

However, he won’t be telling Jaskier about this.

He didn’t need you hearing some ballad about a witcher’s romance with his healer. That would end his existence (and Jaskier’s as well, if Geralt got his hands on him).

Little did the witcher know, you wouldn’t mind that one bit. From now on, you were giving Geralt a home that he could come to and relax. A place he could let his guard down.

It’s been years, and he now realizes what a blessing you are in his life.

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My heart…

Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia in THE WITCHER 2.01

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Already love your lambert fic

Aaaaaw thank you so much!! 🥺

I’ll definitely write more, I love our Lambchop!

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Like a flame (a Witcher story) - part I

Pairing: Lambert x F! Mage reader

Genre: mild swearing

Genre: fluff, whole story will be fluff, angst, and h/c

Lambchop!!

You had always wondered about what Kaer Morhen would look like. Tales spoke of a giant fortress hidden in a valley between the mountains, covered in snow and frost. The woods around the valley were said to be hostile and dangerous, and home to such malevolent forces that only witchers dared to enter the forest. ‘Every creature lurking so far up north will certainly kill you…’ is what a local innkeeper had told you when he found out where you were headed for. You found it all horseshit: the only living thing you had encountered was a fox, and it ran off immediately after seeing you.

Travelling hadn’t been easy though: the cold had settled deep within your bones and the road was a long one to walk, especially without a horse. You couldn’t wait to reach the keep and finally warm your frozen hands above a fire. Vesemir, the oldest witcher, had asked you to replenish all the potions and elixirs. You had met him ages ago: you had stumbled upon him in the woods and patched him up after a fight with a leshy. As a mage, you roamed around the Continent, so you saw him from time to time. Your way of living wasn’t so different from that of a witcher: travelling from village to village and from kingdom to kingdom in search of a way to make some coin. Many were glad to see you coming, you could do more than just get rid of a monster - you controlled chaos, so the payment you received was quite generous. Three months ago, in Rinde, Vesemir and you crossed paths once again and this is where he had asked for your help.

You weren’t so keen on going to his gloomy fortress, but you agreed nonetheless. He had asked many other mages, but none of them wanted to do it. Witchers had quite the reputation and being stuck with so many of them during the cold and long winter was too much for them. The ‘mutated monster killers’ didn’t scare you, so you decided to spend your winter in the witcher’s den.

You had walked for hours and the view hadn’t changed: all you saw were leafless trees, evergreens, and snow - and it had been like that for three days. The valley was close however: you had been walking uphill for a long time and the wind was growing stronger.

‘You cold, love?’

The sudden voice startled you and caused you to turn around quickly. You saw a tall ginger-haired man seated on a grey horse, not 20 yards from you. Your expression changed from a startled one to a wary one. Who was he, and why was he there?

‘Why are you all alone in the woods?’ he asked curiously.

‘I could ask you the same thing.’ you said with a raised brow. He chuckled at that, amusement was written all over his face.

‘I’m headed for Kaer Morhen. I’m a witcher.’ he said with a little smile.

‘Well, that’s where I’m going too.’

He laughed and shook his head: ‘Can’t be.’

‘What?’ you scoffed. ‘Why not, why else would I be here?’

‘I don’t know, but why don’t you tell me what you’re up to before we both freeze?’

‘Vesemir asked me to come. I’m a mage.’ you explained with a certain smugness lacing your voice.

‘He’s been trying to lure a witch to our keep for years.’ he smiled.

‘And I was mad enough to accept.’ you grunted.

‘Sorry I startled you…’ he said apologetically.

‘Don’t worry.’ you said, his dark amber eyes made you blush slightly. He was handsome.

‘Hop on.’

You narrowed your eyes at him: ‘What?’

‘Get on the horse, or would you rather walk?’

‘No, but…’

‘Well then?’

You walked up to him and he offered you a strong, big hand to mount. You were sitting behind him, there wasn’t much space so you almost sat against his back.

‘Hold me.’ he chucked and he grabbed your arms and placed them around his chest.

‘Oh!’, he took you by surprise and you couldn’t help to let out a little yell.

‘I won’t hurt you, princess!’ he said teasingly.

You sighed deeply and wondered whether it hadn’t been a mistake to come here. This one was already vexing you - and two dozen more were waiting for you in their den… His horse started moving and it didn’t take her long to start cantering, so you had no other choice but to hold onto him

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Obsessed.

Imagine Sleepy Bathing With Geralt

Geralt X FemReader

Rating: M

Warnings: Suggestive themes, nudity, bathing, full steam ahead (choo choo)

Requested by the sweet, lovely, and wonderful @lillianastuff​

(A/N:) If you’ll excuse me this author needs a cold shower.

Life on the trail with Geralt of Rivia had its ups and its downs, but you never complained (well most of the time you didn’t). Being at his side was where you needed to be and though you both bickered like an old married couple at times you both got along well. Your heart yearned to be at his side throughout his days. Seeing the way the world treated Witchers broke your heart, that’s one reason why you felt the need to stay. As this day wained on, with darkness creeping upon the horizon, you were questioning that reason just a little when you felt your joints began to ache. You looked back at what all had happened today while stifling a yawn. Geralt was contracted to kill a Drowner that was terrorizing a village built by the river. It was only hunting women, so naturally you got to play Drowner bait as Geralt dispatched it swiftly. The river ran dark with the creatures blood and of course you got covered in it. Geralt shrugged off your sharp barbs slung his way so your anger didn’t stay long. He was indifferent about monster muck but you still loved him. Then on the way to the next village you both ran into some wild dogs, you were pretty sure over half of them had rabies, which spooked your horse causing it to take off with you still on it. That was as terrifying as the wild dogs though Geralt believed otherwise. It wasn’t until later in the day with the sun high overhead that Geralt finally found you with sticks in your hair and a sweat drenched gelding in tow. He of course checked you over making sure you weren’t severely hurt, but now you were feeling absolutely dreadful. Everything seemed to hurt now and you were positive that you smelled rancid from the blood, mud, and various other yucky mucks that stuck to you and your clothes. Now as both you and your exhausted steed plodded along it seemed like Geralt was never going to stop so you could rest.

“Geralt can we please stop for the night,” you sighed. “An inn with a warm bed and a bath sound amazing but I’m so tired I’ll even settle for the hard ground and a cold river.”

The white haired Witcher didn’t even get a chance to reply when thunder rolled through the sky followed by the sky splitting with bright lightening.

  “Great,” you groaned. “Can this get any worse?” And like a spit in the face the clouds opened up drenching you immediately. “This isn’t the bath I was wanting!”

Geralt chuckled spurring Roach onward and you begrudgingly motioned your horse onward. The poor animal just as exhausted as you were tried to keep up with Roach but he couldn’t do it. Your pack with all your other clothes and food supplies were getting wet too, so it didn’t even matter if you wanted to get cleaned up there would be nothing dry to put on anyway. Geralt paused at the top of the hill letting you catch up.

“There’s a town up ahead,” he shouted over the driving rain. “I’ll go on ahead and get a place for the horses and a room for the night! Just follow the road and you’ll get there and try not to fall off your horse.”

“If I do it’ll be your fault for wearing me out,” you snapped absolutely drained and cranky. Without another word Geralt was gone leaving you on the muddy road soaked and alone. “And a bath! I want a bath,” you yelled after him. “C’mon,” you kicked your horse into a walk. The poor creature had had enough and you couldn’t rush him, even though getting out of the rain was your top priority. Minutes passed and you saw light from lanterns and torches ahead. Geralt waited at the town gate his bright hair plastered to his skull and a young stable boy at his side ready to take your horse to the stables. All tension drained from your shoulders and you began to slip from the saddle.

“Whoa,” Geralt rushed forward catching you before you were able to hit the ground. “Guess I pushed you too far. Can you walk?”

“Nuh uh,” you mumbled clinging to him. He chuckled flipped a coin to the boy, while still holding you in his arms, before walking towards the inn. His white hair dripped water onto your cheeks and the leather of his armor creaked. You found the noises soothing and how he could be so warm while dripping wet was confusing, but you were too tired to think on it too hard.

Inside the inn was warm and dry but strangely quiet. People taking shelter from the storm mumbled quietly in the candle lit room. They whispered even quieter when Geralt walked through, wary stares followed his form when he sat you down on a barstool.

“Give this one a cup of broth,” he spoke to the innkeeper placing a few coins on the well worn wooden counter. The coins disappeared quickly, replaced just as fast with a steaming cup.

“Here,” Geralt placed it in your hands, “drink.” You sipped lightly the salty broth touching your tongue. You could feel the heat from the broth radiating inward out, it didn’t take you long to down the rest. “Do I get a bath now,” you whispered still shivering.

“Yes,” Geralt answered. “I had to give them time to heat the water. We need to get you clean and warm or you’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t think I can walk Geralt,” you explained weary eyes staring into his bright golden ones.

“Then I guess,” he scooped you back up, “I’ll have to be your legs.”

You leaned in closely warm breath puffing against his ear, “Can you bathe with me too? I don’t want you to get sick and I don’t want to be alone.”

He stiffened but nodded, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Wouldn’t want you to drown in your bath.”

“I guess I could be the drowner of the wooden tub,” you teased. He shook his head while carrying you up the stairs. Despite your teasing he could tell you were completely exhausted, normally you were independent and unwilling to have him help you too much. But after your day and riding in pouring rain you were more than ready to give him control. Geralt rented the larger room of the inn and a large tub was set in the middle of the floor. He sat you on a chair beside the tub to check the water. Still hot but not scalding, just how you liked your water.

“It’s ready,” he said before helping you out of your cloak. Hanging it by the fireplace he left it to dry while you stripped the rest of your sodden clothes and dropped them on the floor. Loosening your hair tie your silken locks draped your pale shoulders. Geralt picked up your scattered clothes hanging them beside your cloak while you stepped into the water. Sinking to your chin he could hear you sigh in contentment while you closed your eyes.

“I’d go through today again just for this moment,” you cooed voice a little slurred from exhaustion.

“Just wait it’s getting better cause I’m coming in,” Geralt kissed your temple before removing his armor and damp clothes. You slipped further in the water while Geralt entered the tub. He physically pulled you into his naked chest once he was sat down in the tub.

“Careful. What did I say about drowning?”

“I’m not worried about that now,” you answered sleepily looking up at his handsome face, “I have a Witcher to protect me now.”

“Hmm. Why don’t you get yourself clean so I can get you into bed?”

“Mmm too tired,” you whined. “Can you help me with that too?” Geralt lifted your face his face full of amusement and a heat that you were both familiar and a stranger to.

He kissed you softly, tongue trailing your bottom lip and you opened at his request. He explored your soft mouth, large arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you up to straddle him. The kiss turned more heated as Geralt lost himself in your taste. He held you tighter, mouth moving on yours like a starved man before releasing you to nibble at your tender neck.

“Being needy tonight are we,” he growled into your skin.

“Just a little. But please Geralt I’m too tired.”

He gave in, weak to you before picking up a cloth. He wiped at your reddening skin brushing your curves with the cloth leaving the grime to drift off into the steaming water. His hand came to your hair brushing it away from your face leaving you breathless. If you weren’t so tired you could figure out what he was thinking but alas you were putty in his hands. Touching, gripping, moving he was everywhere and everything to you at the moment. Much too soon he was picking you up out of the water and carrying you in the middle of the floor to where two towels hung from a chair. He held you against him one arm around your glistening waist the other unraveling the towel. He wrapped you in the clean linen pulling you back into his firm chest. Water droplets hung from the hair on his naked chest and the raised bumps of long healed scars stood out against his pale skin. You found yourself tangling your fingers in the rough curly hairs, the coarseness tickling your soft fingertips. Geralt sucked in a breath holding himself at bay while you explored his bare skin. You shivered when his lips kissed the top of your damp head and rough hands stroked your barely covered figure.

“My clothes,” you spoke softly while Geralt kissed you. “I don’t have any dry clothes.”

Geralt reluctantly pulled away from you to search through his only dry pack. Pulling one of his cleaner tunics from the pack he held it out to you. You toweled yourself off as best as you could before pulling the dry cloth over your head. It smelled of him, the natural musk of Geralt made you weak in the knees. Despite the fire, the roof over your head, and the warm bath you were still cold. You shivered as Geralt lead you to the bed by the window. “What about you Geralt? Is this your only clothing that’s dry,” no matter how tired you were you still worried about him.

“I’m fine. Let’s focus on getting you warm.” He worked on pulling the blankets back far enough and holding onto you. You were making it hard for him to focus as you continued to trace his scars and nuzzling into him. It seemed like an eternity before the blankets were back enough for him to get in, though first before letting you go to sink into the mattress he claimed your mouth. If only you could realize what you were doing to him by wearing his shirt. Yes you had no choice in the matter and he didn’t want you to get sick but seeing you swallowed by something that fit him so perfectly was driving him mad. He kissed you fervently tongue petting yours, losing himself in you while you lazily tried to keep up. His breathing came in pants and before he could lose himself further he released you and eased you down. Resting your head on the pillow Geralt joined you pulling the blankets over you both. With your much smaller form the covers rested at your chin while they only came to Geralt’s chest. You snuggled into his embrace his bare skin warming you better than the bath did. Along with the comforting weight of the blankets and his muscled arms around your body.

“Geralt,” you hummed yawning widely.

“Hmm?” He laid there fighting the beast inside. Though he is a Witcher Geralt was still a man and it was taking every ounce of self control he had to keep from taking you.

“Thank you.”

He smiled at your sleepy face taking your lips again, your heartfelt words calming the raging storm within. He became more content to watch you sleep, taking comfort from him. and warming from his body that was trained to kill and fight.

“You’re welcome,” he answered. You drifted off finally, the day catching up to you. You were safe, you were warm, and you were loved. Geralt was everything to you and while you did have to suffer through things that normally others did not you would not leave his side. He protected you and would do anything for you, and you would do the same for him. A little bit after your breathing softened, chest rising and falling steadily did Geralt start relaxing enough to get some rest. He held you tightly while you both slept, the rain pattering against the roof and the weather raging outside. But inside a room in an inn was filled with safety and warmth.

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Don't Go Now

geralt x gn!reader

word count | 536

warnings: pure angst, this was supposed to be longer, idk what happened but this was all I could do...

“Geralt.”

You clung to him as if your life depended on it. Leaning your head against his shoulder, whispering up to his ear.

“I know, love.”

“Please. Don’t call me that if you’re just going to leave, please don’t make this harder.”

The witcher’s arms slackened, falling from your waist to his sides. They faltered first, skimming down the underside of your forearms, brushing against your fingers.

“Geralt, no. Please. You don’t have to do this, you don’t have to leave.”

Your pleading was useless. He clenched his jaw and adjusted the straps across his back. Not that he needed to. It was clear that he was buying time. He was hurt, but it was his own doing.

“Tell me you’ll be back.”

His back was still turned to you, but the bow of his head and his deep breaths gave him away. You knew he didn’t want to leave. It was painfully obvious. But for some unknown reason, he insisted on punishing himself.

“y/n, you know I can’t. This isn’t safe for you. I can’t let you love me. I can’t let that happen. You’ll just get hurt.”

“But I love you. I’m telling you I love you. It’s too late, Geralt. The damage is done. You’re not leaving because you’re scared I’ll get hurt. I’m hurt now. You’re just a coward.”

He growled at your insult, but still, he didn’t turn to face you.

“I will never be able to make you happy. You deserve more.”

“You don’t get to decide what does and doesn’t make me happy. You don’t get to decide what I do or don’t deserve. That’s all me, my decision. Only mine.”

Your tears were steady at this point, and you spoke through broken sobs.

“Just sit, Geralt. We- we can talk about this.”

To your surprise, he listened. He sat down at your table and held his head in his hands.

“y/n.”

“Geralt.”

He let out a pained sigh when he saw you cradling your bandaged arm. It had started to ache again. You hadn’t meant to draw attention to it.

“I can’t keep you safe. You got hurt, and I couldn’t- I-”

“Shh.” You reached out for his hand, squeezing it gently. “Nobody can keep anyone safe forever. That’s life, isn’t it? I’m safer with you than I am with anybody else. You know that, Geralt.”

“What if I end up hurting you?”

“You’re hurting me now.” You caught his eye and made sure he didn’t look away by placing your free hand on his cheek. “I tell you over and over that all I want is to be with you. That I love you. You never respond to it, but I know you want to be with me. Around me, at least. You keep coming back. Why do this if you’re just going to keep leaving?”

“If you get close, you’ll get-”

“I’ll get hurt? Geralt, we’re talking in circles.”

You take your hands from him just for a moment so you can move to sit beside him. His hands instinctively work their way around you as you press yourself into his side.

“Please don’t go.”

“You know I have to.”

“Not without me.”

“Alright.”