Fragments Of A Broken Heart: Geralt X Reader

Sweet cravings

The sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air as you stepped into the cozy kitchen, your baby bump prominent beneath your shirt. Henry Cavill, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, stood by the counter, a plate of delectable cookies in his hand. He looked up at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Y/N, I've made a discovery," he announced, his voice tinged with excitement.

Curiosity piqued, you walked over to him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Oh, really? What have you discovered, Henry?"

Henry's grin widened as he reached for his phone, swiftly navigating to his Instagram profile. With a flourish, he unveiled a picture he had posted—an image of you, radiant and glowing, cradling your baby bump with an expression of pure joy on your face.

"There you are, my love," Henry declared, his voice filled with adoration. "The world needs to see this beauty and the little one we're eagerly awaiting."

Your heart swelled with warmth as you looked at the image. Henry's caption read, "Just a proud papa-to-be indulging in some delicious cookies while marveling at the wonder growing inside @Y/N. Life's sweetest cravings!"

Laughter spilled from your lips, a mix of surprise and delight. "Henry, you didn't have to do this!"

"But I wanted to," he replied, his eyes softening with affection. "You and our baby deserve to be celebrated, and what better way than with cookies?"

In that moment, you realized the profound love and joy Henry felt for you and your growing family. His playful gesture, shared with the world, was a testament to his excitement and unwavering support.

As the day progressed, the picture gained traction on social media, eliciting an outpouring of warm wishes and congratulations. Messages of love and well-wishes flooded in, creating a virtual community of support that embraced you during this special time.

In the midst of it all, you and Henry reveled in the simple pleasures—baking cookies together, savoring each bite, and cherishing the excitement that swirled around you. The picture became a cherished memory, encapsulating the love and anticipation that filled your hearts.

And as your due date drew nearer, you knew that the journey ahead would be filled with more joy, challenges, and precious moments. With Henry by your side, you felt confident, knowing that his playful nature and unwavering love would continue to bring light to your lives.

In the years to come, that Instagram post would serve as a reminder—a snapshot frozen in time—of the sweet cravings, laughter, and love that defined this chapter of your lives. Together, you would create a tapestry of cherished memories, with every cookie and every smile etched within your hearts forever.

A Father's Tender Dilemma

You watched as Henry cradled your son, baby Hugo, in his strong arms. The room was filled with the sounds of Hugo's fussing and cries, indicating his hunger. It was clear that he wanted his mother for some comforting and, most importantly, milk. But Henry seemed reluctant to let go of his turn with the little munchkin.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of Henry holding Hugo so tenderly. It was heartwarming to see him fully embrace fatherhood, cherishing every moment with your son. But as Hugo's cries grew louder and more desperate, you knew it was time for him to be in your arms.

You approached Henry, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Darling, I think Hugo needs his mummy now," you said softly, trying to convey the urgency in your voice.

Henry looked down at Hugo, his expression torn. He adored his son, and it was evident in the way he held him with such care. But he also understood that Hugo needed your nurturing presence, especially when it came to feeding him.

"I know, love," Henry replied, his voice filled with both reluctance and love. "But I just wanted a little bit more time with him. He's growing up so fast, and I don't want to miss a single moment."

You understood his sentiment, but you also knew that Hugo's needs had to come first. "I completely understand, Henry, and I love how much you adore him. But he's hungry and needs milk. We can always have more moments together as a family, but right now, he needs you to pass him to me."

Henry sighed, his reluctance fading as he saw the determination in your eyes. He gently cradled Hugo against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head before carefully passing him over to you.

As soon as you took Hugo into your arms, he snuggled against you, his cries gradually subsiding. You settled into a comfortable chair and began to nurse him, providing him with the nourishment he sought.

Henry watched the two of you, a mix of adoration and relief crossing his face. Seeing you provide for Hugo's needs filled him with immense gratitude for your presence in their lives.

He approached you, crouching down to place a gentle kiss on your temple. "Thank you, love," he whispered. "You're an incredible mother, and I'm grateful for you every day."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words. "And you're an amazing father, Henry. Our son is lucky to have you."

Together, you created a loving and nurturing environment for your son, ensuring that both of you had your special moments with him. As the family grew and bonded, you knew that the love between you, Henry, and Hugo would only strengthen, creating a beautiful foundation for the years to come.

A Little Fun In The Night

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The fire was crackling and the flames were dancing as Klaus and Y/n laid in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in each other's embrace. The warmth of the fire mixed with their growing desire, making the room feel impossibly hot. Klaus' lips were trailing down Y/n's neck, making her shiver with pleasure.

Their clothes were already lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Y/n's fingers were tangled in Klaus' wild locks as his skilled hands explored her body. The passion between them was undeniable, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Just as they were about to take their passion to a whole new level, a little voice interrupted.

'Mommy, Daddy?'

Startled, Klaus and Y/n quickly broke apart and looked towards the door. Standing there was their three-year-old daughter, Hope, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Klaus quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over them, trying to cover their naked bodies. Y/n's face turned bright red as she tried to hide behind Klaus.

'Hope, darling, what are you doing up?' Klaus asked, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.

'I heard noises and I got scared,' Hope said with a pout.

Klaus and Y/n exchanged a panicked look, not knowing how to explain the situation to their curious daughter. They had always been careful to keep their intimate moments away from Hope, but it seemed like they had been caught in the act this time.

'It's alright, love. Mommy and Daddy were just having a little...exercise,' Klaus said, trying to come up with an excuse.

'Why are you both naked?' Hope asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

'Uh... because it's hot by the fire,' Y/n quickly replied, knowing her explanation sounded ridiculous.

Hope's innocent mind seemed to accept their answers, and she walked towards them, peering under the blanket.

'Can I join in the exercise?' Hope asked, her big blue eyes looking up at her parents.

Klaus and Y/n both choked, exchanging another panicked look.

'Uh, no darling. This is just for grown-ups,' Klaus said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

'But I'm almost a grown up too!' Hope protested, pouting.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a sigh of relief when they heard the door open and Elijah, Klaus' brother, walked in.

'Hope, what are you doing up at this hour?' Elijah asked, stroking her hair gently.

'I heard noises, Uncle Elijah,' Hope answered with a yawn.

Elijah's eyes fell on Klaus and Y/n, who were still hidden under the blanket, their faces turning red with embarrassment. He quickly caught on to the situation and tried to hide a smile.

'Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy have some alone time, and we'll go make some hot chocolate?' Elijah suggested, trying to distract Hope.

Hope's eyes lit up at the mention of hot chocolate, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, bidding goodnight to her parents.

'Goodnight, Hope,' Klaus and Y/n both said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Once the door closed, Klaus let out a groan and buried his face in his hands.

'I can't believe we just got caught by our own daughter,' Y/n said, letting out a nervous laugh.

'Indeed, darling. I never thought I would be in such a situation. We must be more careful in the future,' Klaus said, trying to sound stern but failing as he was still struggling to hide his amusement.

Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, and soon Klaus joined in. They couldn't believe what had just happened, but they also couldn't deny the fact that it was a hilarious situation.

Once the laughter died down, Klaus and Y/n settled back under the blanket, but this time with a little more caution. The moment was still too hot to ignore, and they couldn't let it go to waste.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Klaus' hands roamed all over Y/n's body, igniting a fire within her. They were desperate to make up for the interrupted moment and lose themselves in each other's passion.

Klaus' hands trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire as he stopped at her hips, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's hands roamed all over Klaus' body, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers.

They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. The fire burned bright, the flames mirroring the passion between them.

As their bodies became one, they forgot all about the interruption and were lost in each other's love. They forgot about time, about the world outside, and only focused on each other.

The fire eventually died down, but their passion didn't. They continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every moan was like a symphony, a celebration of their love.

Hours went by, and they were still lost in each other, their love stronger than ever. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, their breaths heavy, but they didn't want to stop.

As the sun began to rise, Klaus and Y/n finally gave in to exhaustion and fell onto the floor, wrapped up in each other's arms. They lay there, watching the fire die down to embers, feeling content and complete.

'Mommy and Daddy?' a little voice called out again, interrupting the moment.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a tired laugh, knowing what was coming next.

'Don't worry, love. We're decent,' Klaus said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Hope walked into the room and smiled, seeing her parents cuddled up on the floor. She ran towards them and snuggled between them, not wanting to be left out.

'We'll have to remember to lock the door next time, love,' Y/n whispered to Klaus, both of them laughing.

As Hope drifted off to sleep, her parents stayed awake, watching her with love and warmth in their hearts.

'I love you, Y/n,' Klaus whispered, kissing her forehead.

'I love you too, Klaus,' Y/n replied, smiling at her partner.

Their love had survived through centuries of trials and tribulations, and it would continue to conquer all obstacles. As long as they had each other, nothing could stop them from being a family, no matter how unconventional it may seem to others.

Title: Bonds of Destiny

Note: In this story, the reader will take on the role of a character who interacts with Geralt of Rivia. The focus will be on the reader raising their son named Ajax.

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The soft rays of morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow upon the cottage where you and your son, Ajax, resided. As you watched over him, a mixture of pride and love filled your heart. Ajax, with his unruly hair and curious eyes, was a constant reminder of the bond you shared with Geralt of Rivia.

Geralt had left years ago, drawn away by his calling as a Witcher, but y/n had never forgotten the love she once shared. Determined to raise Ajax with the same strength and resilience that Geralt embodied, y/n imparted stories of his heroic deeds and tales of adventure.

As Ajax grew older, his curiosity ignited a thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore the world. Y/n nurtured his natural talents, teaching him about the dangers that lurked beyond the safe haven of the woods. Ajax possessed a fierce spirit, inherited from both his parents, and y/n knew it was only a matter of time before his path would intersect with Geralt's once again.

One fateful day, as Ajax ventured further into the world, he encountered a troubled village besieged by a monstrous threat. With a heavy heart, y/n bid him farewell, knowing that his destiny intertwined with that of his father.

Days turned into weeks, and your heart ached with the absence of both Ajax and Geralt. you found solace in the memories you had carefully tucked away, memories that filled the cottage with warmth. The love you had shared with Geralt had left an indelible mark, shaping the person you had become, and the parent you strived to be.

One evening, as the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. It was Geralt, his eyes filled with regret and longing. He had heard of Ajax's deeds and had come to seek solace in the presence of his son.

The room filled with emotion as Geralt and Ajax embraced, their bond transcending time and distance. Geralt looked at you, his voice filled with both remorse and gratitude, "Thank you for raising our son, for instilling him with the strength I couldn't be there to provide."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you smiled, the weight of the past lifting from your shoulders. "He is a testament to the love we shared, Geralt. He carries your spirit and mine within him."

Together, you watched Ajax and Geralt connect, forging a bond that had been long overdue. Geralt vowed to be a presence in Ajax's life, to guide him amidst the dangers of their world, and to share in the joys and sorrows of the path they would walk together.

As you witnessed their reunion, a sense of peace settled within you. Ajax had grown into a remarkable young man, and he would continue the legacy of his parents, their intertwined destinies forever entwined.

In the cottage nestled within the woods, love had endured the tests of time, weaving a tapestry of unbreakable bonds. The past may have been filled with challenges and separations, but the present held the promise of a future where family would conquer all.

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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.

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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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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: labor, Neice reader, angst, death.

The castle of Dragonstone was bustling with excitement as Lady Y/N, wife of Daemon Targaryen, was about to give birth to their first child. The halls were decorated with banners of House Targaryen and the sound of cheers echoed through the corridors. But within all the joy and celebrations, there was one person who was not happy - Y/N's mother, Princess Rhaenyra.

As Y/N's labor pains became more frequent and intense, she longed for the comfort and support of her husband. However, her mother made sure that Daemon was nowhere to be found. Rhaenyra had always been against their union, finding Y/N unworthy of her uncle's love and a hindrance to their family's legacy. She saw this as an opportunity to separate the two once and for all.

Y/N's maids and servants, well aware of their Princss's schemes, were hesitant to go against her orders. But they couldn't bear to see their lady suffering in pain without her husband by her side. So, they secretly sent a message to Daemon, informing him about Y/N's condition and pleading him to come to her aid.

Despite Rhaenyra's efforts, Daemon found his way to Y/N's chambers. The moment he saw his wife's pale and sweat-drenched face, he knew something was wrong. He held her hand tightly and whispered words of comfort, promising to never leave her side.

Y/N's labor was long and difficult, but finally, the cries of a newborn filled the room. As they held their child, a beautiful baby boy, Y/N and Daemon's eyes filled with tears of joy and love. But their smiles were short-lived as they noticed Y/N's weak and pale state.

Panicked, Daemon called for the maester, but it was too late. Y/N had lost a lot of blood and her body couldn't take it anymore. In the arms of her beloved husband, Y/N took her last breath, leaving behind her devastated husband and their newborn son.

Daemon's grief was immeasurable as he held onto his wife's lifeless body, blaming himself for not being there when she needed him the most. And in that moment, he swore to never forgive his Niece for her selfish actions that cost him his beloved wife.

The news of Y/N's death spread throughout the castle, casting a dark shadow over the once joyful celebrations. Rhaenyra, whose jealousy and spite had caused this tragedy, was consumed by guilt and shame. She begged for Daemon's forgiveness, but he could not bring himself to forgive her for taking away the love of his life.

As the days went by, Daemon named his son after his late wife, a constant reminder of the love and sacrifice she had made. And though he would always miss Y/N, he found solace in their son, knowing that a part of her would always live on in him. As for Rhaenyra, she spent the rest of her days haunted by the memory of her daughter's death, a punishment she had brought upon herself.