Ghost has suddenly, over night come down with the ability to read minds, his head hurts so much from how many voices are filtering through his head that day. he thinks he'll finally get his escape when he finds his stoic quiet sergeant reader sitting in their office doing some paper work, he lets himself in as usual and joins your silently, having his own paper work to do, but the second he sits next to reader their mind explodes. something like "AHHH THERE HE IS MY MANNNNN UGH LOOK AT HIM WITH HIS PAPER WORK HES SO CUTE" his head pops up immediately, he looks at you, you have the same blank look on your face as usual, plus your not even looking at him "FUCK HES STARRING AT ME, UGH I BET I LOOK SO COOL RIGHT NOW HEHEHEHE" he panics a bit internally, he just goes back to his paperwork, the fuck else is he gonna do?
its the same thing later that day, he's walking down the corridor when he sees you heading towards him, seemingly going to walk by, but the very second you make eye contact "HEYYY HIIII GHOST HI" your face stone cold as you pass by with a nod and a grunt of "evenin' sir" he nods back in acknowledgement and cant help the smirk that forms under his mask when he hears "MY GOD HES SO SUTTY I SWEAR HE WANTS ME SOOO BAD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY THE AMOUNT OF KIDS HE WANTS" maybe this isn't so bad....
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(A/n) hoping to prove myself that I can post something else besides smut also look at the gif ( ≧∀≦)ノ
Warnings: Reader has an abusive past, somewhat angst, fem!reader, fluff, reader is a hashira, slight smut, READ AT YOUR OWN WILL
Pt 2 is coming eventually (I think)
Y/n never really stayed long after meetings her eyes were cold and empty she lived about 30 minutes away from my estate, and her estate was small despite the money we hashiras make one day the master assigned us on a mission this was our first one together. "Rengoku Kyojuro," I introduced myself, her indifferent voice cutting like glass. "L/n Y/n" she mumbled hair tussleing in the winds I smiled brightly my eyes booming with joy and we begun our walk her pace was fast like she wanted to get this done quickly I wouldn't blame her I mean we barely knew each other besides the meetings but she always left faster than Tomioka himself we walked through the forest her footsteps were practically soundless as if she practiced living in the silence "We should stop at an inn for the night!" I recommended, y/n nodded quietly, following my lead to the inn, the kids gawking at her intimidating presence. "Mommy, look at the scawry lady," the mother pulled her child closer to her, bowing slightly "Sorry he's been reading too much fairytales," turning to her son and scolding him lightly about public manners that didn't mater to y/n although to me it had seemed very rude but we continued walking "What Is you're hobby" I asked she barely glanced at me her eyes fixed on her shadow "Wood carving" my voice booming "Ah such a brilliant hobby" we now reached the inn asking the old lady at the stand and she hurried hands skinny with age grabing the key handing it to us "Room 32" she said her voice wrinkled like honeysuckle tea "Thank you lady" walking up the stairs y/n slipped, my hands moved quickly grabing her waist before she hit the ground, but that wasn't the only thing that hit. Our lips collided together y/n blushed intently hand flat on my chest my ears were some shade of pink we fell on the red carpet floor y/n quickly pulled herself off of me "Sorry, sorry," she said her voice now softer like melted ice when she bowed deeply "Ahaha no needs for apologies it was my fault" I grabed her hand pulling her back up as she dusted herself off her scars peeking though the many layers she wore to cover them my eyes scanning stealing a quick glance at her figure was intoxicating the dip in her hips and the way her lips were such a pretty color we walked back to our room "Need any help unpacking" I offered as always she refused "No thank you" she said voice quiet but comforting we both rolled out the futons they had placed for us I crawled in first eyes sofing but not yet giving into sleep watching as y/n counted the ceiling tiles with the murmurs of the wind her insomnia kept her up I once heard a conversation between y/n and shinobu something about sleeping pills at some point in the night she popped one in her mouth, her body and mind succumbed to sleep I fell asleep a little after she did making sure y/n was peacefully asleep but at last maybe one day y/n would speak more than 10 words.
WHUMPTOBER DAY 17. Prompt: Hypothermia
Fandom: The Witcher.
Summary: On your way back to Kaer Morhen, the perilous weather manages to get the better of you, leaving you in a vulnerable state. it is upto Geralt to get you back back to the keep before it is too late.
Warnings: Hypothermia, taking off clothes (non-sexual).
Word Count: 1.6k
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It was cold.
That’s all you really had to say about the weather. The snow had settled on the ground like a blanket and the frost crawled up the trees that scaled the mountains. The snow was thick and seeped into your clothes as you trudged alongside Geralt who sat proudly upon Roach, who seemed to be coping much better than your horse was against the conditions. A few miles back, she had spooked. Her sudden jerk threw you from your back, tossing you onto the ground. Your body collided with the snow with a thud. You groaned and pushed yourself to your feet, gripping onto Geralt’s gloved hand. After that you had opted to walk alongside him as he kept a steady pace, claiming that it would be ‘good for you to stretch your legs.’ Geralt seemed hesitant to let you walk, as he offered you a seat on his horse multiple times, but you still relented. You were beginning to wish you had taken up his offer though, as the cold sank through your clothes and bit away at your skin.
Geralt frowned deeply when your trudging began to slow and the prints you left in the snow shuffled closer together. His forehead wrinkled together as he suddied you. You had pulled the edges of your coat closer to you, though it wasn’t very effective as it was soaked through. It was a deep blue decorated with hand stitched embroidery. The inside was lined with a thin layer of fur. Geralt had brought it for you at a local market when he noticed the way you kept turning back to awe at it. His ‘reasoning’ for buying it after you had relocated after reading the price tag and checking your coins, was that it was practical. Your old cloak had been falling apart and would soon be useless against the conditions, especially when the two of you reached Kaer Morhen at the heart of the blue mountains. Your violent shivers didn’t go unnoticed by the Witcher as he looked down on you. He couldn’t see your face because it was sheltered by your hood, but he could vividly picture your trembling lip.
His worry really peaked when you stopped to lean against the tree, just a few miles short of the keep. You could see it now in all of its glory, peaking through the snow tipped pines. The two of you had been travelling a while, and it was a far from easy trek- particularly without your horse. Your eyes drooped and you slumped entirely against the frost-riddled bark.
“Y/N?” He asked tentatively, steering roach around to a halt besides you.
“I’m okay, Geralt. Just tired is all.”
That was an understatement. Each step felt like you were wading through tar and the burning in your fingers and toes had begun to become unbearable in the exposure. You were hunched over like your body had completely forgotten how to function. Each of your limbs ached and your joints stiff as you fumbled with the latch on your coat, trying to pull it implausibly closer. When you took a step forward, your knees buckled and you crumpled to the floor.
Geralt all but flung himself from his saddle, dropping to his knees besides your trembling body. Ignoring the icy dampness that dug into his knees, he swiped the hair that had fallen over your eyes and pushed back the blue hood. He was startled by how alarming your skin felt. Your face was pale and your eyes were hooded, though he could still see them moving around, struggling to focus on anything for too long.
“You’re freezing.” He muttered.
You made no move to reply, watching him vanish into your peripheral vision. He returned only moments later, reaching an arm behind you back and under your knees to lift you effortlessly. The movements made your joints protest as he lifted up onto Roach before climbing up onto her behind you and securing you in front of him. You hardly spared your mount a second thought, consumed only by the never faltering winter, although Geralt had tied her reins to Roach .
Bringing your icy body towards his, he hoped that the closeness would allow your body to steal some of his. It radiated off of him like a wave, but did little to soothe you. With a quick snap of his reins, Roach raced forwards before settling into an even pace which would get you to the keep in adequate time.
You were quiet. Too quiet. Normally, you would be talking nonstop with Jaskier, feeding into his fantasies or singing along to one of his songs; often just to spite the Witcher. Geralt didn’t like your silence. It felt wrong. So, he tried talking to you. He knew that he had to keep you awake long enough to get you back to the keep.
“Y/N?”
It was faint, but you hummed against his chest.
“Do you remember that Bruxa we fought a while back?”
You smiled weakly at the memory. “Scared the shit out of me and Jaskier.”
“That's right.”
“I’ll never forget… the look on his face when she flew out of nowhere.” Your words were slow as you thought hard to form them on your chapped lips.
“He didn’t sleep for a week.”
You chuckled softly, but then drifted back into that perilous silence as Geralt continued to try and get you to talk to him. Your mind was hazy as the cold consumed you; made your body numb.
“Y/N?” Geralt called out to you again at your lack of response.
“Cold.” You could only bring yourself to say one word. It was slurred and barely coherent though your blue lips.
“I know.” He urged his horse to move faster across the last stretch of the rocky terrain. “Just hold on a little longer. We’re almost there.”
His words fell of deaf ears as you were pulled down into the warmth of unconsciousness. Geralt could hear your slow heartbeat.
Geralt barged through the gates of Kaer Morhen, riding much faster than he should have done. The sudden disturbance unsettled the horses in the stables and caused a sea of heads to snap in his direction. When Vesemir caught sight of you lying limply against his chest. He raced forwards and was by Geralt's side by the time he had slid out of the saddle. The two of them walked quickly, your head rolled against his body and your arm hung uselessly by your side.
“We need a fire.” Geralt told him. “And dry clothes. Blankets too. She’s hypothermic.”
The elder man nodded before speeding off to various places within the keep. Geralt urged his legs to move quicker down the hallways, until you reached a cosy room with a large fire. It crackled loudly and illuminated the room with a flickering orange light. When the doors flung open, Eskel, who had been seated by the fire, turned his head to find the source of the commotion. His eyes widened at the sight of your lifeless body in his arms, and was quickly helping his brother to get you settled on the sofa. Then, he left to go and fetch you a cup of something warm to drink once you awoke.
You stirred as Geralt began to strip you of your wet clothes. You whined at the loss of the fabric, clenching onto your top.
“I’m sorry, but I have to take off the wet things. It’s going to make it worse if I don’t.”
“Geralt?” You furrowed your brow.
He hummed.
“Where are we?”
This caused bile to rise in the back of his throat. “We’re at the keep, Y/N.”
You nodded and reluctantly allowed him to peel off the wettest outer layers of your clothes, leaving you in your undergarments which were dry for the most part. He covered you with his cloak and rubbed your arms to try to generate warmth.
Soon, Eskel returned with a warm mug of herbal tea. Geralt coaxed you to drink it. It offered blissful relief as it trailed down your throat and pooled in your stomach. When Vesemir returned with a handful of your warmest furs, Geralt tugged them over your body. You had begun to shiver again as the burning returned to your fingers and toes. He let out a breath of relief. It took a long time for your body to finally stop shivering and to fall into some sort of regular temperature. Sure, you were still cold, but it was nothing compared to the agony you had felt a short while ago. Geralt watched over you as you began to drift to sleep again; your exhausted body just couldn’t keep up with the demands of your brain. Although worry still tugged at his heartstrings, he felt some sense of reassurance that you would be okay, wrapped up within his arms. He wasn’t going to leave you anytime soon, that was one thing he knew for certain.
! bokuto drags his (s/o) into the freezing cold to make a snowman.
(a/n) yes I also write these :)
"cmonnn! get changed let’s go outside!"
she blinked at him in disbelief. "outside? It's freezing cold!"
He grinned, undeterred by her protest. "exactly, we can build a snowman!"
with an exasperated but amused sigh, she gave in to his enthusiasm and bundled up in your warmest winter clothes. bokuto bouncing up and down eagerly grabbed his (s/o)'s hand and practically dragged her out the door, the chilly air hitting them both like a wave.
laughter escapes her lips as bokuto's breath formes visible puffs of white in the frigid air. he leads her to a patch of untouched snow, already gathering the fluffy white flakes into a mound. "alright, lets get started" he exclaimed, his fingers working quickly to shape the snow into a large sphere.
bokuto's (s/o) joins in, her hands feeling the cold moisture seeping through her gloves as she helps shape the snowball. despite the freezing temperatures, a small smile blossoms on her face.
as the base of the snowman grew larger, bokuto's eyes sparkled. "it's really starting to shape!"
with a wink, he nudges her and takes a step back, raising his arms in an exaggerated pose. "Now for the important part.. – the snowman's head!" he announces dramatically.
laughing and rolling her eyes she helps bokuto build the head while he looks for sticks and rocks to decorate.
time seemed to blur as they both work on their snowy creation. forgetting the cold completely.
finally, after what felt like hours, the snowman stood tall and proud, complete with a carrot nose and a makeshift scarf made from a scrap of cloth bokuto had found in his pocket.
bokuto beamed at the snowman, his eyes shining with pure delight. "see? I told you this would be awesome!"
"hmmm... sure." she says but she can't help a smile form on her face as she watches bokuto beaming with joy.
as the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the snowy landscape, his (s/o) leans into his side, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against hers. "thanks for dragging me out here. I wouldn't have wanted to make a snowman with anyone else."
bokuto's grin widens, and he presses a quick kiss to her forehead.
Ngl i made this cuz i have trouble keeping my body temp up when i sit, so while everyone else is warm and complaining about the heat, im sitting there in three layers of hoodie and a blanket and am still cold-
Anyways! Heres some hb asmodeus x reader!
In bed
• Sometimes it gets cold at night, so as soon asmodeus realises your shakeing he will immediately grab you a heated blanket from the dresser drawer and plug it in for ya. As soon as your all wrapped up he will snuggle the living shit out of ya
• also if your small enough (like me-) he will probs put you under his shirt and then BOOM your all warm, one from the blush from being on his chest, and two from his warm body agents ya
While out
• if you two are out on a date and he sees your shivering he will offer you his coat, and damn do you look adorable in it, its soooooo large on you
• if he is peforming and he sees you shaveing he will perpously take of his coat and throw it tords you.
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