#soft!geralt

That hit a cord— Vesemir stood suddenly, his eyes hard as he sized up Geralt. “Then you don’t need me anymore. You don’t need your family, your brothers. Take your precious wife and winter somewhere else.”

He left in a huff, leaving Geralt alone in the alchemy room to his own thoughts. Geralt sighed, shutting his eyes. He wasn’t sure what Vesemir’s problem was— maybe he was jealous, or resentful, or thought Geralt was breaking some Witcher law by finding love with someone who loved him back. Maybe he really was just concerned about his survival. Either way, he wasn’t going to let anyone make you feel uncomfortable here.

He found you in the room he’d arranged for you both, reading from an old book on ancient sigils. You looked up at him with a small smile before going back to your book.

“Found something of interest, I hope,” Geralt commented, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

You hummed, turning a page. “Vesemir almost ripped it out of my hands, but it might have some useful information.”

Geralt’s jaw clenched, watching you carefully. “He called you my wife.”

You laughed at that, glancing up at him through your lashes. “I’m not your wife, did you tell him that?”

“I don’t need to explain anything to him,” Geralt answered, pushing off from the wall and moving closer to you. He reached down and ran his fingers through your hair, tucking some behind your ear. “We don’t need to stay here, if he is making you feel unwelcome, my love.”

You glanced up at him, seeing a softness in his face he reserved only for you. “I don’t want to create tension between you and a man who is essentially your father, Geralt. If he… if he doesn’t like me, I can leave. We can meet up later.”

Geralt frowned, the idea of being apart from you for any amount of time unsettling. “If he cared about me at all, he would at the very least accept the one I care about.”

You nodded, shutting the book and setting it aside. You stood and rested a hand on Geralt’s chest, the other cupping his face as you sighed. He did that thing he always does when he’s trying to read you, brows furrowed and eyes tense.

“I won’t make you choose between me or your family,” you murmured, leaning up to kiss him softly. “I love you, but until I’m family, I come second, okay?”

Geralt growled, scooping you up in arms. You yelped, holding on to his shoulders and laughing as he deposited you into the bed, nuzzling into your neck as he settled above you. “I’ll just have to make you my wife, then,” he whispered, nipping at your skin.

You smacked his shoulder, biting your lip. “I’m sure that will make Vesemir just adore me, stealing his Golden Boy away.”

With Henry:

Period coming in soon? Feeling a little drained? Frustrated? All of the above? You might just need some TLC by Henry. A delectable short fic by @yespolkadotkitty​

Maybe not exactly a party-of-the-month-themed fic, but Naam Adaa Likhna (Mark Me Yours) by @madbaddic7ed checks all the sensual, slow and sweet boxes I want to have ticked when I’m on my period. 

Are your hormones making your confidence waver a little? And do you want to go on a midnight snack run with Henry? @sweetdreamsofgelato has you covered with Midnight Snack. 

Emergency dance party? Emergency Dance Party! by @writernerd23​ gets you jammin’ on Queen and Bonnie Tyler -- and yes, Kal has no idea of what's going on. 

Or perhaps something a little more gentile? Slow dancing in the kitchen is most definitely ALSO available; Dance With Me by @deathonyourtongue​

Do you want to have Henry build you a literal nest? I got you babes! Bear Cuddles by me is just that; lots of big, big cuddles with Henry-bear. 

Need some Marshmallow Flavour (ed) pampering time? @littlefreya​ serves you all the fluff-flavoured goodness. 

Or perhaps no period but endo cramps? Henry’s Here For You, babe! By the lovely @toomanystoriessolittletime​

With August:

Just wanna get laid? August’s got you covered 😏*wiggles eyebrows* in Crimson by @littlefreya​

Or a little laugh? I mean... I totally accept August as our period fairy. With a fun little edit by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​

Wanna ruin some sheets? ​The Good Sheets? We’ve got just the man for you to get them all cool and sticky and sweaty and....  bloody. Oh yiss. It’s sexy time. By @hope-to-hell​

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With Geralt: 

Oh, Sweet Little Thing by @killjoy-assbutt-1112 - Geralt x reader fluffer-the-fluff. Geralt gets back home and notices something’s a little..off. 

Want a good long bathing session with soft!geralt? Healing Touch by @sometimesiwrite​ gives you all the goodness you seek. 

Cuddles, cuddles, basking hot loving cuddles. The Witcher’s Touch is just what you need when you’re having the menses. By @the-soot-sprite​ 

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With Sy: 

Am I the only one who gets super insecure when the period party is happening? Probably not. Dye My Hair Blonde For You is a bit of a love song and sad song combined in fic form and I love it. Plus, Sy drawling his words like he does, does things to me..*sigh*. By @brandycranby​

Bonus Kal? BONUS KAL! 🐶!!! Signal by @viking-raider​ adds a bit of double-bear-hug-love to get you allll comfy ❤️

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'Well at least you no longer smell of the bogs you came from.’ You grinned, ogling the Witcher as an unamused scowl dripped from his wet face, his hand throwing the dirtied drying cloth on the ground after a not entirely successful bathing session in the ridiculously small tub.

‘Hmm..’ He grumbled, his lips sealing around his cup as he took a large gulp of his mead, his ember gaze moving towards you, desire dancing there like the fire in the hearth, eyes roaming down your soft naked body as you lay there, belly-first on the four poster bed.

‘Oh.. come on now.’ You sighed, patting the mattress, feeling like this whole cleaning ritual was utterly unnecessary - especially since he seemed to be doing it just for you.

A little dirt couldn’t hurt. 

Quietly the Witcher turned away again, your eyes taking the time to travel down the many scars that marred his strong back and thighs, the lines speaking of great tales that would never leave his tightly shut lips.

The Witcher was not a talkative man.

Never had been.

Or at least not in the long years you worked here, the man paying you handsomely to break the stream of lonely, cold nights in the wild.

All he would do was grumble, groan..and ..if you did well..moan.

And in this stead, it was groaning, his hand trying to untie a dirtied old bandage that was bound around his right thigh.

‘Please, let me do that.’ You said, nimbly settling on your feet as you reached for his leg.

With a near feral snarl he turned away from you, fingers working more aggressively on the tight knot.

‘Geralt..’ Your gentle hand on his back sent a shiver down his stiff body, those burning eyes staring back at you with an unreadable, widened expression. ‘Let me.’

And with that he calmed, his naked body stretching up as you bent down to work the tangles out of the rough fibre, a nearly healed wound appearing beneath it.

‘Ooh..eh..shall I get you..?’ Your question hung in the air as the grumbling man was already back by his belongings, hands digging through a number of flasks and potions. ‘Ever well prepared.’ You sighed, a smile on your sweet lips as the Witcher picked a potion to his liking, downing the contents with a grimace before it was quickly followed by another large gulp of his mead.

For a moment his head hung low, his guard let down; an invitation as you wove your arms around his chest, head leaning against the back of his shoulder, naked bodies melting into a much needed embrace.

‘Bed.’ He suddenly commandeered, your body already hitting the mattress before you could blink your eyes, his hands pushing up your legs over his shoulders as he ducked down. 

‘You..AH..you don’t have to..GERALT..oh my..’ 

Silvery was his tongue on your heat, your breath hitching by the time he got back up, his face suddenly so close to yours, noses brushing. 

It felt strangely intimate, your stomach fluttering as his ember eyes softened, lips opening and closing a few times before a hesitant, but well-felt sentence escaped him:

‘I missed you.’ 

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Author’s note: I’m stuck in that darn vampire end battle of Blood and Wine  ..SOMEONE PLEASE SEND HELP. Also. Can I have some soft!Geralt with a smudge of smut, pretty please? Thank you. 😌

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The room was quite larger than the ones you were used to. There would always be a small bed that could barely fit Geralt’s large frame and a small table that wasn’t as long as his sword. However, this room had even a separate area for bathing and was lavished with candles all around that illuminated its surroundings.

You turn a page of your old ratted book and softly smile at the sound of Geralt moving around in the bath. His muscles were slowly loosening from the steam and warmth of the water. He always liked to end the nights with a bath, especially after today. A kikimora had made it’s home near the village and had attacked many of the people in this town.

You hear even more sloshing of water and you look up confused but slowly relax at Geralt drying off and putting on some shorts for bed. His face showed no emotions like always but you could tell that he seemed much more relaxed than before. 

When he was finished with drying off, he trotted over towards the bed. He lifted the covers and laid next to you, a smile now curling upon his face. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him which only made you want to gravitate towards him even more.

He looked over at you, watching as you continued to read your book. He decided to let you be and grabbed his sword that was leaning against his bedside table. You arched your brow as you hear large swipes of a sharpening rock clash against the sword. Instead of your nightly cuddles, he was giving all his attention to the sharp metal.

Sure, you were reading a book but normally he’d pluck it right out of your hands, throw it somewhere around the room, and ignore your protests as he snuggled into you.

You huffed and placed the book that you were currently reading on the table next to you. Your lips puffed into a put and you made a grabby gesture towards his chest.

“You’re in a needy mood, aren’t you?” The breathy chuckle that left his lungs made your heart beat rapidly. He moved his sword to rest back onto the bedside table and shifted his body, so he was now lying beside you. 

You blow out the candle that rested near the bed and you practically jumped onto him with giggles. You breathed in to smell the nice scent of his soap and the musk smell of his own. Geralt had always said you were the missing piece to his puzzle which you would groan at the cheesy gesture but you believed it too. His broad chest had engulfed your small head that rested just above his heart.

His heartbeat was achingly slow, the mutations that he had endured made it so. Your eyes watered slightly from thinking about all the pain he had gone through. Your fingers absentmindedly went to draw around the scars that dented upon his chest.

However, what you couldn’t see was Geralt’s large smile. He wasn’t used to smiling this wide where his teeth became bright in glee but you have always had that effect on him. He hummed in content and placed soft kisses on your hair.

A small blush caressed his cheeks at the feeling of your body being pressed up against his. You could hear his heart ever so slowly beat more rapidly as he pressed more kisses on your forehead.

You felt it palpitate at the sound of your giggles. Your stomach then clenched with delight when his lips came in contact with the tip of your nose. You couldn’t believe that Geralt had chosen you sometimes. You knew he thought the same as he would express it occasionally but you can’t help the sheer love that you have for the man below you.

Your legs are now fully intertwined with each other, your bodies as close as possible. You move your fingers to trace another scar, looking at it as if you knew the story. Geralt watched you intently, the smile never leaving his lips.

“I love you, dove.”

You now lifted your head to get a good look at his face. His eyes were completely closed, letting the sweetness of sleep take over his body. His arms were still securely wrapped around your lower back, and his snow-white hair framing his cheeks. You rested your head back onto his chest, the covers lay upon your content form.

“I love you more.”

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