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And if I get the motivation before the results, I will probably finish one or more of the wips so it may be a MULTI-POST DAY

Dope! Looks like a Geralt x Goddess!Reader is coming out today. Keep your eyes open because, I may have more in store.

And if I get the motivation before the results, I will probably finish one or more of the wips so it may be a MULTI-POST DAY

My Witcher

"Geralt of Rivia! The Witcher known as the White Wolf! After discussion, we, the people of Snorzinbrog, have sentenced you to death by decapitation for the charges that have been put against you: assault, murder, and desecration of our goddess' altar! What do you have to say to this?!" The leader of the town read from a scroll to Geralt. The entire town was behind Geralt, watching this all happen. They held torches and pitchforks, but not necessarily doing anything with them. They are just standing there.

Geralt rolls his eyes and grunts, "Please just get it over with."

"As you wish!" The leader waves his hand towards the executioner. The man forces Geralt to his knees and his head to rest against a piece of wood. Geralt wiggles around to get more stability.

The executioner raises his axe as the entire town watches in awe. Geralt starts praying, and the leader of Snorzinbrog looks at Geralt funny.

"You had your chance for final words, Witcher! In the name of the goddess, _____, kill him!" The executioner swings his axe at the command of the ealdorman. The silver in the polished glass glints in the light of sunset and twilight.

Right before the axe hits, it disappears and is instead changed into moths. They flod the executioner and ealdorman, who fail in trying to bat them away from their face. The moths disperse after a few seconds, allowing Geralt to sit back from leaning forward, legs tucked under him.

"WHO DARES TO HARM MY WITCHER?" A terrifying tall woman rises from the water beyond the cliffside where they executed and disposed of bodies. You have a halo of a storm that wasn't there a second ago. Ocean water clashes with stone and splashes everyone. You are surrounded by a holy light, a foreboding light. One that sends fear down your enemies' spines and anxiety crawling up their throats. You glare sends the men to their knees.

They may kill people they deem by their rules to have done wrong, but not this one. This one is yours.

"M-MY LADY!” The man shouts, falling to his knees. His wonderful goddess, the goddess he worships, is here before him. He has done everything right. So why have you called the White Wolf 'your Witcher'? Does this heathen also worship you? No. Geralt's in love with you and you have fallen just as hard.

“NO. YOU HAVE COMMITTED A TRANSGRESSION AGAINST ME. LEAVE, WHILE YOU CAN. TAKE CARE OF YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN. THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY, SHOULD YOU NOT CONTINUE TO ABIDE BY MY LAWS.” Your voice bellows, flowing from the cliffside to the village that resides just a mile away. A lightning strike hits next to the ealdorman, a warning.

“YES-YES, YOUR HOLINESS!”

As his head hits the soil as he bows to you, you turn into your human form. A beautiful woman with lovely (H/C) hair and gorgeous (E/C) eyes. The most stunning person Geralt has laid eyes on. Geralt stands as you walk to him, wind whipping your hair, looking as though you belong with the grey clouds that threaten to darken. The ocean bows to you as your worshippers do. The storm churns at your request, and Geralt now registers how close you are with your hand cradling his face. Your eyes look him over worriedly, finding no injuries but still concerned.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I met you.” Geralt caresses your face as you free him of his chains with a wave of your hands. They clatter to the ground, clinging against each other at the release of their tension. The blood in your face gets hot as you lean into his touch.

“Let’s go, my darling,” You whisper as you whisk him away to a place of safety and love. Your home.

Your home on a cliff overlooking the torrential ocean and churning clouds, just barely hidden by a layer of forestry. Geralt looks out on the scenery and holds you tightly.

“You won’t ever lose me. You are the words to my sword. What cannot be done by one can be done by the other.” He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against your own.

“I almost lost you. If you hadn’t prayed to me when you did… if they hadn’t made a sacrifice, I never would have put two and two together… I can’t lose you. The world would burn. I’m supposed to keep the peace.” A deep breath rolls through you, loosening your tense back muscles. The surrounding nature calms as you do and the storm dies down. You can faintly hear a crying of praise at your good will for blessing the masses with good weather. It’s as if the world was whispering its adoration and thanks just for your kindness. You know that if it wasn’t for Geralt, these people thanking you wouldn’t be thanking you. They would be cursing you for ruining their laundry.

“What has happened, has happened. What matters now is that everything is done. Let’s be home, love.” Geralt leads you into the cabin where you and your lover revel in each other all night long and possibly even into the morning.

Author’s Cup of Tea:

I apologize for the short chapter. I was busy, but still wanted to produce something. If it’s good, let me know! If it’s bad, also let me know! *Takes out a penny and casts Detect Thoughts* Penny for your thoughts? Au revoir!

Edit: I understand that I changed quite a and did plenty of editing, but I hope it is still good, and possibly better. Until next time, lovelies!

Like Father, Like Daughter

A/N: Based on a prompt.

Title: Like Father, Like Daughter

Summary: Geralt should have expected his child’s first word to be ‘fuck’.

Words: 640

“Fuck!”

Geralt paused. “What?”

“Fuck!” The little girl bounced on the blanket Geralt had set her on, pointing with chubby fingers across the river. Usually, he’d ignore her senseless baby babble or simply nod along to whatever was coming from her mouth, but that had not been senseless babble. It’d been a word.

He’d been somewhat attempting to gain a word or two from her for a few weeks now, each attempt a valiant failure, considering she seemed to prefer her ‘ga’s and ‘goo’s. It’d been an irritating process, but he’d been told—by who, he couldn’t remember. Probably Vesemir—that babies didn’t start speaking until they reached at least ten months. He would never be sure of course, but Akela couldn’t have been more than a new-born when he’d found her in the woods, making her eight months old now. She couldn’t even walk yet.

But she’d just spoken.

A corner of his lips began to curl upwards, until it froze, and his eyes widened as he realised what she’d just spoken.

He craned his neck to look where she was pointing. He breathed a nervous chuckle. “Duck, Akela,” he corrected, making his way towards her. “That’s a duck.”

“Fuck!”

“Duck.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He sighed and lowered himself beside her, balancing on the toes of his boots. Honestly, he wasn’t surprised that had been her first word. It was his first word every time something went wrong, or Akela decided to use her newfound crawling abilities to hide from him after he’d turned around for a second. He didn’t really care either, but he knew he’d get more looks than he’d prefer when around other people if the baby was constantly cursing.

Akela stopped bouncing long enough for him to gently grasp her shoulders. She blinked at him with those bright blue eyes, pouty lips parted. “Don’t say that,” he said slowly, letting her absorb each word. “It’s ‘duck’. With a ‘d’. Duck.”

She stared, clearly processing, before giving him a two-toothed smile and bouncing again. “Fuck!”

Geralt hummed and swung her up into his arms. He trudged towards the riverbank. “Duck,” he said firmly, pointing at the mallard floating in the middle of the water. He looked back at the baby, not an ounce of confusion on her face. Instead, she stared at the duck for a good few seconds and turned back to Geralt with yet another goofy grin.

“Fuck!” she decided.

“No. Duck.”

“Fuck!”

“Duck, Akela! It’s a fucking duck!”

In the eight months since he’d found the little girl, he had learnt many things. A big one was that raising his voice, even a small bit, would make her cry. It started with a trembling lip, then her big eyes began to well with tears, then she’d start sobbing, and he’d feel guilty. He’d never known guilt before Akela.

What was worse, though, was that her sobs rarely went into full blown fits. That was reserved for when she was hungry, in pain, or merely in a temper. When she was upset because of something he’d done, she stuck with her tiny hiccups and quiet sniffles, turning her face into his shoulder if her pitiful struggles to be put down didn’t achieve anything.

Geralt sighed and shook his head, the first bite of that familiar guilt prickling his skin. He stared out across the river and turned, walking to the blanket. He sat down, Akela on his lap, and pat her tiny heaving back. “You can say it if you want,” he relented. “Say it, ‘Kela.” Akela lifted her head, cheeks wet with tears, and Geralt smoothed her blonde hair back. He pointed out across the river again. “What is it?”

She followed his finger and chewed on her own. She hesitated. “Fuck…”

Geralt smiled a little painfully. “Right.”

“Fuck!”

Like father, like daughter.

Witcher Masterpost

“I can fix him!”

Him:

(Long hair men)💙

Nuada Silverland

Lucius Malfoy

Thranduil Oropherion

Geralt of Rivia

Alucard

Sephiroth

Balder(Bayonette)

Title: A Witcher's Heart

Note: In this story, the reader will take on the role of a character who interacts with Geralt of Rivia.

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The wind whistled through the trees as you made your way through the darkened forest. You were on a quest, searching for a rare herb that could save your village from a mysterious illness. Little did you know that destiny had something else in store for you that day.

Suddenly, you heard a rustling sound behind you. Instinctively, your hand went to your sword hilt. You turned, ready to face whatever danger lurked in the shadows. To your surprise, a tall figure emerged—a man with white hair, piercing eyes, and the unmistakable presence of a Witcher.

Geralt of Rivia stood before you, his silver sword gleaming in the moonlight. He spoke in his gravelly voice, "Looking for trouble?"

You relaxed slightly, realizing he meant no harm. "No, I'm on a quest. I seek a rare herb to heal my village. But it seems I've lost my way."

Geralt's eyes studied you, assessing your determination and sincerity. "I can help," he offered, surprising you with his willingness.

Together, you embarked on a journey through the forest, sharing stories and laughter along the way. Geralt's gruff exterior melted away as you discovered his hidden warmth and kindness. He was unlike any other person you had met—a blend of strength, resilience, and a surprising gentleness.

Days turned into weeks, and your bond with Geralt grew stronger. As he fought monsters and protected you from danger, you couldn't help but admire his skill and unwavering dedication. His scars told stories of countless battles, and yet, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that only you seemed to see.

One fateful night, as you sat by the campfire, the air crackled with unspoken emotions. Geralt broke the silence, his voice barely a whisper, "I never expected to find someone like you."

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized the depth of your feelings for the Witcher. With trembling hands, you reached out and touched his cheek, your voice filled with emotion, "And I never expected to find someone like you either, Geralt."

In that moment, time stood still. Geralt's eyes met yours, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and hesitation. Then, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. The world faded away as you shared a tender, passionate kiss—a union of two souls brought together by destiny.

From that day forward, you and Geralt traveled side by side, facing the challenges of the world together. Love and adventure intertwined, as you discovered the true power of companionship and the strength of a Witcher's heart.

Title: Unforeseen Bonds

Note: In this story, is purely on imagination I don't own the Witcher or any of it's charters.

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The air was thick with anticipation as you paced back and forth in your small cottage nestled deep within the woods. Something was amiss, and your mind couldn't shake off the nagging suspicion. The healer had confirmed it, but you couldn't believe it: you were pregnant. The impossibility of it gnawed at your thoughts, especially considering Geralt of Rivia, the man you had shared your heart with, was believed to be sterile.

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself yearning for Geralt's presence, the strength of his embrace, and the assurance he brought to your life. But fate had a different plan. One morning, you woke up to find Geralt gone, without a trace. Panic and confusion overwhelmed you as you clutched your growing belly.

Alone in the woods, you summoned every ounce of determination within you to survive and raise your child. The days were challenging, but your love for the unborn child kept you going. You gathered herbs, hunted for food, and built a life in solitude.

Years passed, and the forest had become your sanctuary, filled with echoes of memories and stories of Geralt's heroic deeds. You wondered if he would ever return, but the hope flickered dimly as time went on. Your son grew strong and curious, inheriting Geralt's silver hair and your unwavering spirit.

One fateful day, as sunlight filtered through the trees, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. It was Geralt, his eyes filled with regret and longing. He had returned, drawn by the invisible thread connecting him to you and the child he never thought he could have.

His voice trembled as he spoke, "I never thought this could happen, but I should never have left. Seeing you and our child now... I can't bear the weight of my mistake."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, a mix of emotions flooding your heart. Anger, hurt, and longing warred within you, but the love you once shared still lingered beneath the surface.

"I never stopped loving you, Geralt," you whispered, your voice filled with both pain and forgiveness. "Our son deserves to know his father."

Geralt stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch the child who bore his features. A mix of wonder and awe danced in his eyes as he finally embraced the reality of the bond he had unknowingly created.

From that day forward, Geralt stayed by your side, committed to being a father and a partner. Together, you navigated the challenges of raising a child in the wilderness, finding solace in the love that had endured despite the odds.

In the depths of the woods, a new family was formed, bound by love, forgiveness, and the unbreakable ties that destiny had woven. The past may have been filled with pain, but the present held the promise of a future where love could conquer all.

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Destiny's Embrace

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In the vast and treacherous world that Geralt of Rivia traversed, he had encountered countless creatures, battles, and quests. But little did he know that his most formidable and life-altering adventure lay in the realm of the heart, when he crossed paths with you.

Your journey began in a small village nestled amid rolling hills, where fate wove its intricate threads. Geralt, with his silver hair and piercing eyes, entered your life like a tempest, stirring emotions you had never known before. From that moment, your paths became intertwined, and destiny took hold.

Geralt, a Witcher burdened by a life of solitude, was initially hesitant to embrace the call of love. But your spirit, your unwavering kindness, and the fierce determination that burned within you captivated him like no other. He found solace in your presence, a respite from the darkness that had consumed his existence.

As you embarked on adventures together, battling monsters and exploring the vast landscapes, a bond grew between you. Each battle fought side by side, each whispered conversation by a campfire, and each stolen glance revealed the depths of your connection. Love blossomed amidst chaos, a beacon of light cutting through the shadows.

But this love was not without its trials. The world they inhabited was rife with danger and prejudice. The very essence of Geralt's being—the mutations, his profession as a monster slayer—sometimes threatened to cast shadows over your love. Yet, you stood strong, defying the odds, believing that love could transcend the boundaries imposed upon you.

Together, you faced the judgment of society, the disapproval of some who questioned the legitimacy of a Witcher's heart. But your love was a force to be reckoned with, unyielding and unapologetic. You proved that the heart of a Witcher could beat with the same intensity, the same tenderness, as any other.

As your love deepened, you discovered the intricacies of Geralt's soul. Beneath the tough exterior lay a man burdened by his past, haunted by choices made and battles fought. You became his sanctuary, a haven where he could shed the weight of the world and find solace in your embrace.

But fate, ever unpredictable, threw more challenges your way. The Wild Hunt loomed on the horizon, threatening to tear you apart. Geralt was forced to confront his own destiny, his duty to protect the realm. The two of you faced an impossible choice: to fight alongside one another, knowing the risks, or to part ways to safeguard each other's lives.

In the face of adversity, love prevailed. You stood side by side, confronting the Wild Hunt head-on, defying the odds stacked against you. Together, you forged a path through darkness, weaving a tale of bravery and sacrifice that would echo through the annals of history.

As the final battle raged, hope flickered like a dying flame. But your love burned bright, a beacon that guided Geralt through the storm. In the crucible of destiny, you emerged victorious, your love serving as a testament to the power of genuine connection and the resilience of the human spirit.

With the threat of the Wild Hunt vanquished, peace settled upon the land. Geralt, now free to choose his path, made a decision that would forever alter his fate. He chose to walk alongside you, to embrace the love that had blossomed amidst chaos. You became his anchor, his reason to fight, and his home.

And so, Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher with a heart burdened by scars, found solace in your love. Together, you embarked on a new chapter, a life intertwined, where love conquered darkness and destiny embraced the unbreakable bond you shared.

The Guardian's Embrace

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In a world fraught with peril and darkness, Geralt of Rivia stood as a beacon of strength and resilience. As fate would have it, danger loomed, threatening to snatch away the one person who had captured his heart—[Y/N]. With unwavering determination, Geralt embarked on a mission to save you, his beloved, from the clutches of impending harm.

News of the impending danger had reached Geralt's ears through whispers in dimly lit taverns and cryptic messages from trusted allies. He wasted no time, his senses honed by years of training and experience. With each step, the weight of his purpose grew, driving him closer to your side.

As Geralt arrived at the scene, the air crackled with tension. Shadows danced menacingly, and danger lurked in every corner. But Geralt's resolve was unyielding. With a sword gleaming in his hand, his eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of your presence.

And then he found you—trapped, vulnerable, but radiating a strength that resonated deep within his soul. Without hesitation, Geralt leaped into action, his movements a blur of precision and grace. The clash of steel echoed through the air as he valiantly fought off the threats that sought to harm you.

Amidst the chaos, Geralt's gaze never wavered from your form. His heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination, fueled by an unyielding desire to protect you at any cost. Each swing of his blade was a testament to his unwavering resolve, a testament to the love that burned within him.

With every adversary vanquished, Geralt rushed to your side, his eyes filled with relief and tenderness. He cradled you in his strong arms, his touch gentle yet firm—a silent promise that he would never let harm befall you again. The heat of his breath against your skin served as a reminder of the life-giving force that coursed through both of you.

In that moment, as danger faded into the periphery, Geralt's focus was solely on you. He whispered words of reassurance, his voice a soothing balm against the wounds of the ordeal. His touch, filled with a tenderness only reserved for you, conveyed a depth of emotion that words could never encapsulate.

Together, you escaped the clutches of danger, emerging from the darkness into the light. Geralt's protective embrace remained steadfast, a shield against the harsh realities of their world. In his arms, you found solace—a sanctuary where fear was replaced by trust, and where love blossomed amidst the chaos.

As you gazed into Geralt's eyes, you saw a reflection of your own strength—a reflection of the love that had bound you together. In that moment, you knew that no matter the dangers that lay ahead, you would face them hand in hand, united by an unbreakable bond.

Geralt, the guardian of your heart, had saved you from the clutches of danger. And in return, you vowed to stand by his side, offering your unwavering support and love. Together, you would navigate the trials of their existence, drawing strength from each other's presence, and cherishing the precious moments of peace that fate bestowed upon you.

Awakening Hearts

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As the dawn broke, its golden rays gently caressed the world, awakening Geralt of Rivia from his slumber. As he opened his eyes, he found himself lying beside you, the soft morning light embracing your features. It was a sight that filled his heart with warmth and a sense of contentment.

The night had been a respite from the trials and tribulations of their shared journey. In the quiet moments, when sleep claimed them both, Geralt had found solace in your presence. As consciousness returned, he couldn't help but revel in the tranquility that surrounded you.

With a tender touch, Geralt traced a finger along your cheek, marveling at the delicate contours of your face. He studied the rise and fall of your chest as you peacefully slept, a silent reminder of the life that pulsed within you. In that moment, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of affection—an emotion that had become an intrinsic part of his being.

As you stirred from your slumber, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze, a soft smile graced your lips. It was a smile that held a myriad of unspoken words—a testament to the connection that had grown between you, surpassing the boundaries of mere companionship.

Geralt's heart swelled with a mixture of joy and gratitude. He realized that in the chaos of their lives, you had become an anchor—a source of strength and solace that he never thought possible. With each passing day, his feelings for you had deepened, blossoming into a love that defied the odds.

As you sat up, the sheets cascading around you, Geralt shifted closer, his presence an unwavering constant. The morning light danced upon his silver hair, casting a soft glow around him. He reached out, his hand finding yours in a gentle entwining of fingers—a silent declaration of his affection.

No words were necessary in that moment. The unspoken language of their hearts spoke volumes. Geralt's gaze held a tenderness that transcended the battles they faced, the scars they carried. In your eyes, he found acceptance and understanding—a sanctuary where he could lay his burdens down.

Together, you rose from the bed, stepping into the embrace of a new day. Geralt's hand remained intertwined with yours, a symbol of the bond that had formed between you. As you faced the challenges that awaited, side by side, you knew that your love would be their guiding light—a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

In the world they inhabited, where chaos reigned and dangers lurked at every turn, Geralt and [Y/N] had found solace in each other. They had discovered a love that defied the odds, a love that would endure through the trials of their existence. And as they walked the path of destiny together, hand in hand, their hearts beat as one—a testament to the power of love in a world so desperately in need of it.

Fragments of a Broken Heart: Geralt x Reader

The morning dawned, casting a harsh light upon the empty side of the bed. As y/n stirred awake, a sense of unease settled in their chest. Their hand instinctively reached out, searching for Geralt's comforting presence, but all they found were cold, abandoned sheets. Confusion and dread washed over them, and their gaze fell upon a letter resting on the bedside table, a silent harbinger of the pain that awaited.

With trembling hands, y/n clutched the letter tightly, their heart pounding in their ears. The words within held the power to shatter their world, and as they began to read, tears welled up in their eyes, blurring the inked lines that would forever change their lives.

My Dearest Y/N,

As the sun rises on this new day, I find myself compelled to set forth on a path that does not include you by my side. The weight of my choice bears heavily upon my conscience, yet I cannot deny the pull of destiny that binds me to Yennefer.

I have tried to fight it, to resist the allure of her enchanting presence, but her hold on my heart is unyielding. I cannot turn away from the connection we share, the deep bond that has been forged over time.

I know not how to apologize for the pain my departure will cause you, for the void that will fill your days. But I implore you to understand that this decision was not made lightly. The complexities of love and fate have brought us to this crossroads, and I am compelled to follow the path that calls to me.

I leave you now in the tavern, alone and adrift. It is not a fate I would wish upon anyone, yet it is the consequence of my choice. May you find solace and support among the strangers who pass through, for they will be your companions in the days to come.

Please know that my departure does not diminish the love we once shared. The memories we created together will forever hold a place within my heart. But in this moment, I must prioritize my own happiness, even if it comes at the cost of yours.

I wish you well, Y/N, and hope that time will heal the wounds inflicted by my absence. May you find love and joy in a future that is no longer intertwined with mine.

With a heavy heart, Geralt

With each word, a fragile piece of their heart crumbled, until the weight of the letter became unbearable. They held it close to their chest, as if trying to hold onto the remnants of the love they once shared. The tears streamed down their face, intermingling with the inked confessions of Geralt's choice.

A scream of anguish erupted from deep within Y/n's soul, tearing through the silence of the room. It was a raw, primal release of pain, a cathartic burst of emotion that echoed through the empty space. They cried out, their voice laced with heartbreak as if the sheer force of their screams could turn back time, undo the devastation that had been wrought upon their love.

Their cries reverberated through the room, the sound a haunting melody of despair. With each sob and wail, they expelled the anguish that threatened to consume them, their body shaking uncontrollably. The weight of betrayal, loss, and abandonment hung heavy in the air, mingling with the echoes of their shattered dreams.

As the waves of grief subsided, the reader crumpled to the floor, their body trembling with exhaustion. They clung to the letter, their knuckles turning white as they held onto the tangible remnants of their pain. The room felt hollow, a cavernous void that mirrored the emptiness in their heart.

Yet, even in the depths of their despair, a flicker of resilience bloomed within the reader's broken spirit. Through tear-stained eyes, they gazed upon the letter one last time, silently vowing to forge a path forward from the ruins of their shattered love.

With trembling hands, they released their grip on the letter, allowing it to flutter softly to the ground. Their tears became a bittersweet testament to the depth of their emotions, and as they took a steadying breath, they resolved to rebuild their life, to find solace and strength within their own being.

In time, y/n would rise from the ashes of their pain, their cries transforming into expressions of growth and empowerment. They would seek healing, leaning on the support of trusted allies and discovering the resilience that lay dormant within them.

As they stepped out into the world, y/n carried with them the fragments of a broken heart, their tears now mingling with a newfound determination. They would find their own path, reclaiming their worth and embracing the possibility of a future where love and happiness were not defined by Geralt's presence.

And as they walked away from the echoes of their screams, they set forth on a journey of self-discovery, knowing that in time, they would find a love that would cherish and value them, a love that would never leave them alone in the depths of a desolate tavern.

𝔎𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔰 𝔐𝔦𝔨𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔰

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩!

𝔄 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔏𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔈𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔉𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰

ℜ𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢

𝔈𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡

𝔄 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔉𝔲𝔫 ℑ𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙰 𝙱𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊

𝙰 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

𝔊𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔒𝔣 𝔞 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔄 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔶

𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔙𝔬𝔴𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢

𝔄𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

𝔇𝔞𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡

𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝑨𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒊𝒎 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑴𝒄'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

Masterlist Part 2

-my hero academia-

sero

Stoner!sero x Stoner!reader headcanons

- percy jackson -

percy

august

- teen wolf -

stiles

sunset

- marvel -

druig

beautiful

more to come…