Shift My World (Witcher x Reader fanfic)

Shift My World (Witcher x Reader fanfic)

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Her breath was inhaled through clenched teeth as the pressure of his hand against the bleeding gash on her side flared up with a firey pain. He was so close that she could see the stubble of his jaw that was clenching hard together as his golden gaze fixated on cleansing her wound. Anyone knowing a Witcher thought them a monster, a mutant with no feelings or emotions. But if they could spend even a single day with a man like Garelt of Rivia they'd soon realize that perhaps the myths about Witchers were wrong. The furrow in his brow as he focused on his task spoke volumes of the worry that he did not know how to express. "Garelt I'm sorry...I should have listened to you," she mumbled looking down at his blood-soaked hands as they cleansed her wound. 'Hmm.' was her only answer; not the answer she wished to have and she felt herself deflate at his response. Ever since she came under his care she found herself as useless as a stick to him. Even with her training, she thought she could help. But her helpfulness was nothing but a child's mistake. She could have died if it wasn't for Geralt's quick thinking and reaction. She felt like such a burden to the man who was constantly saving her life despite her disobedience when it came to him. The stormy look on her face must have been so transparent because when she looked back up at Garelt he was staring at her so intently that she dare near look away; her heart rate picking up under his stare. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I know you're doing the best you can. if today all you did was hold yourself together I'm proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too. This life isn't easy and I think you're doing just fine all thing's considering." he said in that gruff voice of his that could always make her feel safe. "Just next time...listen to me when I tell you to stay put got it?" She smiled a little bashfully and nodded looking down again. "Got it,"
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Oliver looked on amazed as his witch dipped a little backwards, his hand still had a light grip on her upper arm. To an onlooker it would seem like they were in the midst of a slow dance. Oliver kept on watching as her lips uplifted themselves into a pleased smile. Her nose crinkled as another snowflake joined the first one. Her one had stretched out to catch the shiny, multicolored cloud particles. Soon, her woolen cap also got decorated with snow. She sighed out a smokey breath with her eyes fluttering close in the bliss of this moment. And the sight took Oliver's breath away. 'You...,' Oliver mumbled, 'You look...' 'What?' Elli hummed closing her eyes, the smile was still there and so was her addictive bliss. Oliver didn't know his mouth had parted open slightly, he felt a thirst like never before engulfing his very being. 'You look...,' He tried again, a lump was forming in his throat. Hearts beat in rhythm and they beat together fast, it was as if they would keep it up like that until they could combust hand in hand. But Oliver forced himself to return back to reality. Getting a grip of himself, he finished his dangerous sentence finally. 'You look like Santa Claus!' Or what else? Oliver mentally chastised himself for even thinking of saying it aloud that she looked beautiful indeed, absolutely gorgeous, like an angel of mischief, a true witch - a white, beautiful one in that case. He couldn't risk saying all that to her and inflate her already oversize ego bag, he couldn't bear having her walk all over him in pride and... whatever. Elli gasped and stood straighter now, her outstretched hand in it's own accord landed straight on his chest, right over his heart in a - what was supposed be a punishing slap. Oliver hissed. 'This acidity!' *You're Still The One, Book 3* ~~It's difficult for them to be with each other, but then, it's also difficult for them to be without each other. ~~

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