#ruth writes

Mini fic about Pomni during episode 9 near the end

- geralt x f!reader

warnings: nivellen tbh, mentions of rape, protective geralt, murder (but not really?), season two spoilers (heavy), potential typos, the reader and geralt aren't together, let me know if I missed anything

*please read all warnings before continuing*

synopsis: you and geralt discover nivellen's secret

artifact citation: when I say this is heavy on spoilers, I mean it. It's almost down to the letter. There are some differences in this compared to the episode, but only because I couldn't recall what was said and I wasn't about to go back and watch the episode due to how short the scenes eventually got. on another note, yuanfen, my loki series, will have it's first chapter published on the 31st, as this has been in my drafts for a while and I wanted to dispose of it. on a separate note, I do not own this plot. it's basically one of the episodes but just written.

you let out a shiver as you sat on roach, you and geralt looking into a deserted town.

"there are no barking dogs," you heard geralt mutter, yellow eyes looking in your own. you nodded, shifting in your saddle as geralt decided then to get on his horse.

"I know of a place where we can go." you looked back at the witcher, only to feel him kick roach in the sides, his eyes darting from left and right, up and down.

"stop staring, girl."

so you did.

not long after, you and the witcher saw a house in the distance, and geralt let out a hum of approval. "an old friend lives here," was all he said as he jumped off roach. "stay on roach."

not a second later, the very house before you started fluttering it's shutters, roach tossing her head back, side stepping. you gripped at the reins, hands pulling back on the black leather.

but then everything stopped and you sighed, relaxing against the mare. but geralt knew better than to let his guard down, and when a mutated man whom resembled a warthog leaped out the door and onto geralt, you couldn't help but cry out to him.

geralt looked up at you, afraid something hurt you, but when he realized you were safe, he looked back into the eyes of the man below him.

"it's just me! nivellen!"

geralt lowered the dagger from his friends neck, eyeing him. "you've changed?"

"I can say the same for you."

nivellen looked at you, a small growl leaving from geralt as he got up, pulling the man to his feet, grabbing roach by the reins to lead her and you to the small stable on the property.

"come inside when you're done," said nivellen.

geralt took you and roach to the stable, grabbing you by the hips to set you down before him, his height towering over you. you watched as he tied up the mare, patting her on the neck.

you and geralt walked inside together, a hum leaving his throat as he saw nivellen waiting for them.

"would you like a hot bath?" he asked.

you smiled at him, nodding your head, but geralt spoke for you. "no."

"yes." you stated glancing behind your shoulder, rolling your eyes as the witcher had grumbled. "I would like one, thank you nivellen."

suddenly, at the whisk of his hand, a tub dropped from seemingly nowhere, the water spilling out at the sides, steam erupting into the air. you started forward, and geralt had turned to take his leave. but geralt should have paid attention to the way his friend kept his eyes on you as you removed your straps.

nivellen turned then, blinking. he walked alongside the witcher, making his way to the banquet hall. there, the two sat, waiting for you before they ate.

meanwhile, you looked around the room. it was as if the house were alive. what sounded like mice running in the walls made the house creek. you grew nervous, a voice in your head telling you to call for geralt. he could protect you. he always does. but you didn't want to bother him. he's seeing an old friend and there was probably much to catch up on.

you went under the water again, getting the soap put of your hair, only for your eyes to rest upon a white dress. it looked beautiful yet old at the same time. nonetheless, compared to your other close which were rags, you were thankful.

stepping out of the tub, you reached for the woolen towel nearby, drying off and slipping on the dress. it fit you just right, and you smiled softly to yourself.

leaving the room, you made your way to where the witcher and nivellen sat, joining them. "thank you, nivellen. for the dress. it's lovely." nivellen locked his eyes onto your body, his eyes growing darker.

"why of course!"

you sat down finally, looking over to geralt, a small smile displayed in his direction. he hummed at you, yellow eyes glancing over at his friend. he noticed how nivellen looked at you, and his jaw set tight.

"so, let's eat!" the warthog shouted, fingers waving in the air, food dropping onto the table, some falling onto the floor. you looked over at geralt, smiling sweetly towards him.

you honestly loved geralt to death. literally. he's saved you countless of times, and each time you were more grateful than the last. he's been a friend to you, and though you loved the witcher, you knew he was incapable of feeling the same. and that's why you were no more than a friend to him as he was to you.

"how'd you get like that?" geralt had asked, looking at nivellen.

"in front of the girl?" he'd asked, eyes looking at you.

"she can handle it, nivellen."

you looked at the witcher, head resting in your hands as you then looked at nivellen. nivellen had struggled to find a starting point, grunting and sighing as he had lost his words for a second.

but you weren't even paying him any attention. you kept looking at geralt as he seemed to, for once, relax. he felt safe here and so should you.

you don't remember hearing much, really. you only heard something about mushrooms and a temple, but you thought nothing of it. you felt bad for the poor man; forced to live alone and no matter how many times he's tried to end his life because of it, he just kept coming back. you wondered how nivellen could be alone for so long. you started to grow insane before meeting geralt, but sometimes even then did you feel lonely.

the witcher had touched your shoulder as he noticed you deep in thought. "we're moving into another room, now." you nodded your head, taking in his deep voice.

you gathered yours and their dishes, geralt looking back at you as you set them in the tub. he thought you were beautiful then. but it pained him how he wasn't able to give you, literally, anything. that dress? it'll cost him an army of monsters to slay, and even then, would that be enough? his love? he couldn't give you that. no, for if a witcher grew weak in the heart and mind, he'd be nothing of value.

you turned on your heel, giving geralt a small smile as you gave his shoulder a soft, weak to geralt, poke. "thanks for waiting on me, witcher." you walked forward, hearing his clossal steps behind you, a short 'hmm' leaving his throat.

you huffed as you noticed only two chairs in the new room, which you've assumed was nivellen's living quarters based on how clean it was compared to the other parts of the house you've seen. he had taken claim of the chair on the left, and you knew geralt needed the comfort of a chair, his back tighter than princesses' corset. you rolled your eyes but sat between both men so to hear them equally.

over the next couple of minutes, you've been feeling nivellen poke his foot into your side. it wasn't hard, it was more than likely an accident due to him laughing hard and meaningful. but when his hand kept toughing your shoulder multiple times, you inched closer to geralt, your hands either messing your dress or your own fingers.

truth be told, you didn't know nivellen. yeah, he can tell a story. but why did you feel like the stories were just as twisted and bent like the songs 'based' off of geralt?

geralt seemed to notice the way you inched closer to him. you've started in the middle between the men, but you were more than halfway on geralt's side of the room, per se. geralt touched your shoulder, your eyes darting to his in a matter of seconds. he shushed nivellen, leaning so that he was close to your ear.

"go to bed, y/n."

you knew he was only telling you so that you'd be away from nivellen, but you weren't tired. and as the house creaked again like it did earlier, you tensed, shaking your head at geralt.

"do you have a cat, nivellen?" you asked, facing him.

"yes, in fact I do. I call her vereena. she's a bit shy though, I must warn." nivellen stated, his hands fiddling with one another. he stood, looking into a corner.

geralt stood also and you followed suit, only for him to shake his head. "I'm going to scout the place. stay indoors, girl."

you nodded your head, watching as he walked off.

"would you like to hear a story, y/n?"

"sure."

elsewhere, geralt walked outside of the house and past the heavy doors at the edge of the property, and he noticed footprints. it put him on edge, because, clearly he wasn't safe here; you weren't safe here. and against his better judgement, he kept pressing forward instead of turning back to the house to you. nivellen had made you uncomfortable multiple times, but he couldn't think of a reason why. his friend was nice and caring and even offered a place to rest their heads.

geralt grumbled, shaking his head to get back on track. he hated how the woman plagued his thoughts. he reached the town beneath the hill and the house that sat on top of it. he grew suspicious as he kicked the mare forward through the doors, hoping off upon seeing a corpse. maybe it was the snow and cold that preserved the body, but it looked almost fresh. he saw how the foot imprints stopped close to the body, his feverish yellow eyes looking into the sky. a bruxa.

back at the house, you thrashed in your bed. nivellen told you a tale of two lovers, and you eventually had fallen asleep in the sheets. but even a tale of love couldn't cure your nightmares.

you awoke when you felt a touch on your hand. you felt like screaming out for geralt, he'd hear you, but you knew he was out scouting the place. you moved upwards in your bed, breath hitching as the girl moved closer to you.

"do not worry. I will not hurt you."

"who are you?"

"vereena, and you?"

"y/n. nivellen said you were a cat?"

you watched as the girl tilted her head to the side, her eyes wide and eyebrows knitted.

"that man you were with earlier, who is he?"

"a friend. he kills monsters. are you a monster?"

vereena sat up straight, head and arm twitching as she looked down at you.

as a few minutes passed, you don't remember much of what was said. it wasn't a long encounter, but you do remember that the girl reached for your hand, kissing it.

meanwhile, geralt tied roach to the stable post, giving the mare a pat on her muscled neck. he walked in through the doors, walking straight to your bedroom. he hated himself for leaving you here.

you jumped awake again, geralt's eyes giving you a onceover. you were safe, good.

"geralt? what's happening?"

you noticed how he was on edge, his hand griping his sword in a vicelike grip. he turned his back to you, raising something to his lips.

"there's a bruxa in the house."

it was then that the witcher downed one of his potions. you jumped out of bed, walking towards geralt.

"a what?"

geralt hummed at you. "go wait by roach. if I tell you to run, you run."

"geralt?"

suddenly, geralt turned towards you, his eyes pitch black. you wondered if he could see past the dark barrier between his and your eyes. nonetheless, you took a step away from witcher. having to never seen him like this before, it honestly scared you. he scared you.

"do you understand, y/n?"

you nodded your head, running past geralt as your shoulders touched. you ran out the door and towards roach, standing by her.

in the house, geralt walked down the corridor, stopping in front of nivellen's room. he knew that the bruxa was in there. but before he could do anything, the doors flew open and he was pinned against the wall by the scream that left the females mouth.

geralt was able to break free, but the bruxa pinned him, her blood hungry jaws wanting his neck. but he stabbed her swifty, throwing the girl out the window.

you turned your head fast, no doubt in your mind that you'll now have whiplash. you watched as geralt swung his sword at vereena, the girl morphing into what looked like an oversized bat.

you made quick work at undoing the reins hitched to the post, grabbing them and tossing the black leather over the mares head. if geralt said to run, then you would.

"geralt," you said lowly, watching as the bruxa turned midair, diving low behind geralt. to say that it was a close call, was an understatement. it was nail-biting close as geralt lowered his upper body to bend, his sword pointed upwards as the bruxa screeched out in pain as she fell to the ground.

you rushed over, tossing your cloak over vereena's bare body. you felt bad for her. it was more than likely not her fault that she was this way. she couldn't help it.

"get away y/n!" geralt growled out.

you jumped away from vereena, only to be pulled back into her as she grabbed at your wrist, nails biting into the skin.

your whine was enough to drive geralt insane. his eyes may be black, but if he could see at all, he was seeing red.

"leave us alone and I won't hurt you!" yelled vereena, her hands adjusting so to have a better grip on you.

geralt stopped moving. what you found funny was that he was as still as the statues surrounding him.

suddenly, just as geralt drew up a blank to save you, vereena screeched out, a yell which pained your ears. you stumbled away from her, your eyes lingering on the wooden stick that was through her middle. you were going to be sick.

you watched the scene unfold as she slid her body down the pole, her neck and arms turning completely around. geralt made quick to slice her head off, and you watched as everything was set ablaze.

you walked over to the witcher, hearing him say something about blood and love, nivellen cutting him off and finishing his statement.

he was now back to normal, something which should have made him feel happy, thankful even. but no.

"what did you do!?" he shouted, geralt cocking his head in confusion.

but you didn't seem to pay any attention to geralt as your heart seemed to stop.

"I lied, geralt. I didn't trash the temple, that's not why I'm like this. I raped the priestess."

you backed away from nivellen, not that you were close to begin with, geralt stepping slightly before you, blocking you from nivellen's view.

"geralt, please! I can't live like this. kill me now." nivellen pleaded as geralt turned away, taking his leave. you ran towards roach, jumping in the saddle and kicking her to wait at the door.

"you're mortal now. do it yourself."

- henry cavill x f!reader

warnings: abusive boyfriend turned ex abusive boyfriend, fluff, henry cavill being soft, angst, kinda in detail abuse (verbal mostly), language, reader called a slut once or twice, not beta'd, lmk if I've missed anything!

*please read all warnings before continuing*

synopsis: henry can't stand y/n getting abused anymore

ruth's a/n: obviously this is inspired by pray, by jessie murph. it's such an emotional song, yet it's so vocal. I love it. as always, don't be afraid to talk to somebody if you're in an abusive relationship. text anyone, even me, and I'll do my best to help out. anyhow, I hope you all enjoy. been feelin' angsty these past couple of days.

gif credit: @henrycavilledits

— alpha!king!loki x omega!princess!reader

warnings : cheating, break up, the word daddy (but is used on your actual father), typos, loki is introduced next chapter, some smut (not with reader), improper use of status probably, improper use of 'olden' terms probably, I think that's all but tell me if I've missed anything!

*please read all warnings before continuing*

synopsis : the reader and her family are invited to king loki's birthday party, seemingly after she catches her beloved with another woman.

ruth's a/n : chapter one, as promised. this was a hard one to start writing, as I had to write at the most inconvenient hours in the day (during my lunch break at work, smh), and on top that, tumblr decided to not show that I've posted yuanfen, so people were really confused. I tried my best to stick to the schedule, but because yuanfen didn't show up, I've had to redo the post, and only had time on the weekend. let's not mention that I was sexually assaulted this week so there's that. the amount of times I tried writing this while in little space because I thought I could do it ✋but nonetheless it is here! please do enjoy!

masterlist | serieslist | part two — w.i.p.

you laughed softly as you walked through the palace, your eyes trained on your boyfriend, prince chase whom ruled the neighbouring kingdom. both parents on both parties wanted the both of you to marry in hopes of joining their kingdoms to become one big kingdom.

"I'll see you within the hour," your prince charming said, whispering against your cheek as he kissed the skin softly. it caused a chuckle to rise within your throat, seeping past your lips. you nodded your head in understanding, bidding yourself a farewell as you retired to your room.

your six month anniversary was right around the corner, and though chase didn't think it was important, you slapped the back of his hand, and in an overly dramatic manner, placed your hand across your heart to fake hurt.

as an hour passed after the pickup hour, you grew nervous, hands clammy as you reached for the doorknob.

walking down the seemingly neverending hallways of the palace and far too many turns to be considered legal, a hint at just how massive your family's castle was, you arrived at your boyfriends door. you let out a sigh, catching your breath at how you had walked a marathon just to get here.

but before you could, a moan was heard on the other side of the wooden door. you were ashamed by the way your brain instantly said he was cheating. because he wouldn't. right?

you reached out to the doorknob, sweaty hands gripping the metal, turning it quietly. you pushed the door open, stepping into your lovers room.

but the sight before you was one a lady shouldn't've seen; not one of your innocence at least.

prince chase, your lover, your boyfriend, rammed his cock straight into the commoners pussy, his hand around her neck so to pull her closer, his mouth moving along the girls' ear in breathless whispers. it was only when you let out a scream that even the boogyman envied, did he look at you, hips slowing but not stopping.

pig.

"y/n, this isn't what it looks like!"

but as you looked at the bodies in the bedsheets, tangled in their own love, you knew what it looked like.

"and to think that I loved such an insolent boy!"

grabbing your dress by the sides, you huffed, tears in your eyes. you turned away from the scene and slammed the door shut behind you. with your face set in a scowl, eyes watery, and a trembling lip, you marched straight to your father's quarters.

"oh daddy!" you cried, pushing along the steel door, hands darting to your face to cover up your embarrassment.

"y/n, darling. you know you can't just come in here. what it is?" your father spoke softly, treating you as if you were three, arms stretching out to pull you onto the edge of the bed next to him.

"it was chase, daddy! he was making love to a commoner!"

t'was then a knock had sounded at the door.

"y/n, c'mon don't be such a brat! let's talk this out!" chase banged on the door once more, huffing in frustration.

your father glanced down at you, his hands wiping away your tears. "no more of these okay? your mother is in the bathroom, go."

you nodded your head, chuckling softly at his form of affection, making your way to the bathroom in which your mother was using to freshen up. before fully stepping into the bathroom, you turned around, eyes wide as you saw your father open the door, his wide frame blocking your view. you closed the door behind yourself and went to your mother whom sat before the mirror, combing her hair.

meanwhile, at the door, your father had opened it, his eyes dark as they rested upon the younger male.

"come in, chase, we have a lot to discuss."

the next day, you couldn't even leave your room. guests whom stayed in the castle had practically camped outside of the doors, banging on the heavy door. they wanted answers. but you wanted their annoying heads served on a diamond platter.

your head ached. the pain settled in your head, blossoming into your teeth and ears. but when there was silence, your head never throbbed louder.

hushed whispers could be heard from outside the door, and one belonged to your mother, and the other remained a mystery. a knock sounded and you walked towards the door, opening to reveal your mother and an unknown man: as predicted.

"why hello, y/n," she began, strutting towards your bed, plopping down and motioning for you to sit down.

"we have been invited to a party!"

you have never seen your mother look more happy, tossing her arms into the air, practically singing kumbaya.

"don't want to go," you began, standing up to make your leave.

"y/n /y/l/n, you will be going and that's final, okay? I'm not watching you waste yourself away because of some boy. we're leaving tonight, so pack your things."

after your mother left, you huffed. why should you have to attend a party at such a late hour, and why should you attend said party with a broken heart? it wasn't fair.

you still had an hour before your family's coach arrived, so it was then you decided to get ready. you didn't want to go, but hey, free food am I right?

you looked at the dress that laid on your bed, huffing at the looks of it. you brushed your hair before slipping the fabric on, sighing. you'll get revenge one day.

walking down the main stairwell, you looked around for your parents, rolling your eyes as you saw them already outside by the coach. you walked slowly towards them, looking at the steed in charge of pulling you all there. could he even get you there?

you all entered, hearing the coachman give a whistle before raising his hands to give the reins a flick, sending the horse into a calming trot.

"when we get there, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. I don't want any back talk, and I better not catch you by the snack table! men gather around there like vermin." your mother had said with a huff, crossing her arms as she looked at your father. "oh but you're not vermin, hunny. don't worry."

you nodded your head, looking outside the tiny window. loki's kingdome wasn't far; it was just on the opposite side of your kingdome; farther away from chase's.

after what felt like an eternity, the coachman stopped, hissing to slow the horse down. your father stepped out of the coach, followed by your mother than you. glancing up at the castle before you, you gasped. unlike your stone castle, his was white marble, gold scattered here and there. you could tell loki was rich with the way he's talked about, but by gods were you amazed!

your mother laced her arm with yours, following behind your father. you gave her a look, but she hushed you, saying something about how the place smelled of alphas. you nodded, following your father's foot steps before you all stood before a golden door, no doubt heavier than your castle doors. the doors began to creak open and you marveled at what was inside.

these people asked to be tagged! if you'd like to be tagged, please ask! a sorry to those who've been waiting for sometime now, but here it is! usually they'd be longer, but due to the tumblr issue, this one wasn't as long.

- care giver!loki x little!f!reader

warnings: age regression (if that counts), paci use + bottle use (slight), slipping in front of people, potential typos, lmk if I've missed any!

*please read all warnings before continuing*

synopsis: the avengers and loki meet up for a game; y/n invited as well. however things take a turn for the worst when something happens.

artifact citation: sorry for my absence everyone! I've decided that I'm going to start posting from now on, and to give myself motivation, I've decided to post at least one fic a week! jus' gonna call this motivation monday. here's a wip that's been accumulating dust for the bast four months! next week's mm will definitely be yuanfen, perhaps even cheaper three! also, first time writing little!reader (at least I think lmao). I don't know much about the community, so sorry if I offend/get things wrong! I'm also thinking of redoing my blog! pand rq sorry I have so much to say, but plot came from someone who wrote a fic of steve from stranger thing where they play monopoly or something and the reader slips (and another (or the same lmao can't remember)) wrote a fic with the same concept but just with eddie! anyhow, enjoy!

pairing : alpha!king!loki x omega!princess!reader

synopsis : princess y/n and her family is (are) invited over to the neighbouring kingdom for some form of celebration. after catching her lover, prince chase who rules the kingdom next to her, with another girl, she decides to accept the invitation. just one thing. every kingdom now knows that she broke things off with prince chase.

series warnings : age difference, language, size difference, eventual smut, potential typos, improper hierarchical knowledge/use, chapters will contain individual warnings, I probably missed some warnings, abo dynamics

chapters : 0/? - w.i.p. still

ruth's a/n : oh god, you all better like this otherwise this is a bust and imma cry :) this is my first ever series and I'm honestly glad to get back into the groove of both writing and posting, as I've been inactive lately due to both work and not being in the proper headspace. I do hope you all enjoy this series, as I'm quite excited to share it with you all. oop, this is an edit right here, but since I am uncertain on how to write both a king and alpha as one person (if that makes sense?), I will have the abo dynamics to a minimum (the 'alpha tone', an omegas will to please, and, you know, knotting).

chapter one — click hereˊˎ-

chapter two — click hereˊˎ-

chapter three — click hereˊˎ-

chapter four — click hereˊˎ-

chapter five — click hereˊˎ-

etcetera. . .

— 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

— 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬.

- loki laufeyson x f!reader

warnings: mentions of past abuse, though only brief, crying, lots of crying, loki literally being so sweet though he barely speaks, your mind is a trainwreck, pointless crying, angsty, so very angsty, potential typos, poorly written tbh, let me know if I've missed anything!

*for the safety of yourself, please read all warnings*

synopsis: you're pointlessly crying

ruth speaking: this was kinda self centered XD last night wasn't my night and I cried for no reason, though my mind longed for a reason. And as I lay there, I called my neighbour and he came over. I felt bad to wake him so early in the morning, as it was near his work time, but he came over anyways and assured him everything was okay. I lay here now, nearly seven hours later from the time I first wrote this, and can't help but cry, because even then I didn't know the extent of what I was like whenever I cried without purpose. I now see that I am in so much pain, and simply long for comfort and love and somewhere safe.

gif credit: @thehalfemptyvial