#geralt fluff

[ultralightpoe]

Spellbound Part 3- Geralt of Rivia

Authors Note: Y'ALL I AM SO SORRY! I thought I scheduled it and I do monthly breaks from all social media! Omg I really screwed y'all over! I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY. How can I make it up birdies?

Word Count: 3093

Description: Part One and Part Two

Warnings: Heavy smuttt y'all

Enjoy!

Before Geralt had lost his entire life he was told as a child that there was always a beginning, middle and end. And though most people always thought that this merely pertained to stories his parents always told him that they belonged to humans too.

Every human had a beginning, middle and end.

Every monster had a beginning.

Every Saint had a beginning.

But none of them mattered right now, because all Geralt could think of right now was you. Your beginning, middle and end. He wanted to know more of your story more than he ever had before. 

You had both settled down at a rundown inn, him covering his hair and you covering the bruises someone had left on your neck. The innkeeper, a straggly old lady that could barely turn to grab the key to the rooms, barely cast either of you a glance. 

You kept close to him as you both made your way up the stairs, and Geralt was embarrassed to admit that a surge of pride crossed through him at this. You seek his warmth and protection, and he would give it. He would give you anything you wanted. 

Yennifer had left as soon as she could, saying that she would be going to find Jaskier and letting him know they found you. 

Geralt would keep you with him in the inn, per Jaskiers request. The bard pretends to worry about you with all the traveling, claiming that it would be best if he came to the two of you. Geralt saw the lie, he just could not give a shit. 

Instead he started a fire, setting you in front of it and mumbling that he would be right back. You snatch to grab his upper arm when he moves to leave, but he merely nods, letting you know it is okay to let go. So you do, swiping your fingers under your eyes quickly, but it was too late and he had already seen the tears.

He makes the trip quick, buying you warmer clothes and heading back and ordering some hot stew from the innkeeper, heading back to the room when she tells him she will bring it. 

You are right where he left you when he comes back in, this time a little closer to the fire and curled up a little tighter. Geralt, who had always struggled to sneak around, tried to lighten his footsteps as he neared you. 

“I brought some fresh clothes. How about a bath and a change?” He asks, his voice scratchy from lack of use, but he does his best to keep it gentle. 

You shake your head, the slightest of movement that somehow managed to clench his heart in his chest. “I’m too tired.”

“Allow me.” He whispers, holding out his hand for you. 

“Allow you?”

“To bathe you.”

“You would do that?” You smile, the beginning of a laugh climbing up your throat at the thought. 

“It would be my honor.” His tone makes it sound like he is teasing, but there is nothing but seriousness behind that comment. 

“You won’t jest?”

“Never.”

And at the simple touch of your fingers reaching up to his own has his skin on fire, shaking slightly as he helps your stand, shuffling to the bathroom and leading you to the center of the room and turning to heat the bottom of the tub with fire as he waits for you to get undressed 

But when he turns back to you he finds you waiting patiently, still in the gaudy thin dress, watching slowly. 

You seem fazed out now, eyes shuttering as you reach to him and begin untying his own shirt. A moment of startlement crosses him before he reaches a hand up and stops you by grasping your own in his larger palms. He rubs softly as he tries to relax you, shaking his head. 

“Not me. You.”

“You, with me.”

“I do not want to-”

“I don’t wanna be exposed alone.” It’s then that Geralt knows what you mean. You don’t want to be the only one naked and vulnerable. So he would join you. Anything for you. 

He turns to undress as you undress yourself, and once he hears you get into the tub he turns himself, his heart stopping in his chest at the sight of you. 

Your breasts are just barely covered by the water, and within that moment you managed to tie your hair up with a leather scrap, exposing the bruised neck and collarbone . In this moment you looked broken, and still astonishingly beautiful. It wasn’t fair. 

He takes a moment to climb in, and suddenly he feels the stress from the last few months beginning to fade from his body as he nears you, sitting across from you knee to knee. 

Silence fills the room, and Geralt stresses to find something to say as you lean forward to rest your forehead on his knee. 

“Turn around so I can wash your hair.” He whispers, allowing you room to do so and beginning to work on your hair with the soap. “My parents used to tell me stories.”

“About kings and dragonslayers?”

“No, about monsters.” 

“How so?”

“They used to tell me that the saints and the monsters of the world all had stories of their own, that everyone you come across has a beginning, middle and end.” 

You turn slightly to watch him, and he does his best to seem relaxed. 

“I spent most of my time stressed in impressing and protecting you.” He whispers. “I was gruff, which I do with most people. Keeping you and everyone else at arm's length.”

“I’m trying to see how this relates, witcher.”

“I want to know your story, I want to know your beginning and middle and I am desperate to be with you until the end.”

“Why would you want to know all of that?”

“I have found that, even with you mad at me, that I am nothing in this world without you.”

“I will tell you everything if you tell me everything.”

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You fall asleep listening to him whisper the same stories his parents once told you, rubbing your hair softly as you keep your nose shoved into his chest. 

You awake around midnight screaming, it takes Gerat a couple minutes to calm you down before he moves to start another fire, bringing you closer to it for warmth and letting you lay in front of it. 

The days follow as this, staying by the fire in the cold winter air, whispering back and forth. Eating the stew and roasts the innkeeper made. 

You tell him about your life, and he tells you about yours. 

Finally you ask. 

“Shouldn’t you be out there? Working for the people?” Your head is laid out on his thigh as he watches the snow fall from the window. “I have never known you to sit still, Geralt.”

His heart lurches at the sound of his name falling from your lips. “I have spent the past few weeks working…..for you.”

“What do you mean?” You ask quickly, lifting your head from his thigh, eyes traveling his scarred abdomen before landing to his eyes. 

“I was trying to buy out the contract. For you?”

“Why would you do that? How much money did that end up being?”

“Not enough. It seems that the monster of a brothel keeper and I can agree on one thing, you are priceless.”

“Then how-”

“Yennifer smuggled you out-”

“Then what of the coin?”

“It’s yours. It’s all yours if you want it. Enough to buy a cottage in the hillside for years and-”

“And what if I wanted to stay with you? And Jaskier? Or do you not want me?”

“There is nothing more that I want than you. But I treated you horribly-”

You snap to stand then, hair flipping as you stomp across the room to fling a pillow at him. “How so?”

“That night, you were under a spell and I was so close to absolutely defiling you-”

“I wanted it! If you weren’t so pigheaded you would know that those charms only work if the one wearing it is-” 

“Stop.” There was a heavy force in the room, pressing through his chest to his lungs as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Stop what?”

“This will ruin everything-”

“How. So.”

“BECAUSE I CAN’T LOSE YOU!” He yells, rubbing at his forehead. “I would rather not have you than lose you. Do you understand?”

“Do you love me?”

“Y-”

“Do you love me as I love you?” 

“Yes.” And just like that the tight feeling in his gut that formed the moment he had laid eyes on you. His body was lighter and his heart felt like it was righted once more. “I love you.”

“Then what does it matter?”

“You’ve….. You have had a long couple m-”

“I want you.” You whisper, slowly tiptoeing around the room. “I trust no one but you. No one has given me the truth more, and protected me more.”

“I was cruel and-”

“I understand now.” You smile, tears filling your eyes. “I’ve seen terrible terrible men-”

His fists clench at his sides, the urge to find every man that harmed you and smash their heads with a hammer, as he watches you move closer until your own hands find purchase on his chest. 

The warmth fills him the second you touch him. 

“But you, in all your gruff warnings and rude awakenings, have never been a bad man.”

“You deserve better.”

“I am a brothel worker. I deserve nothing. But this is not what I deserve, this is what I want. Desperately so.”

“You want me?”

“I need you, Geralt.”

His hands unclench, moving up until they rest at your cheeks as he gazes down at you. “I need you too.”

“Then show me.” It’s a simple whisper, but one he hears through his being all the same, moving you backwards slowly until the back of your knees are pressed to the bed. He waits for you to show him a sign of fear or that you changed your mind. But you merely smile up at him, fingers moving to slide over the scars on his abdomen. 

“I trust you.” You whisper, the tips of your fingers sliding against his skin until they get to the breaches he wears and begin untying them.

“After what you have been through…”

“I want you to remind me of what it could be.” And he can’t help himself after that, moving to grab the bottoms of the night dress, keeping eye contact with you as his fingers graze your thighs while he lifts it up slowly, his heart hammering in his chest as you smile softly, allowing him to stand once more and remove the dress from you. 

You allow him to watch you, the wild look in his eyes as he traces your skin slowly. 

“You’ll tell me the second you change your mind?”

“The very instant.”  It was like a cord snapping, a leash let go and suddenly Geralt could not help himself. In one quick swoop he reaches to toss you onto the bed, watching you with dark eyes while you scooch backwards to get comfortable.

He prowls above you, enjoying the excited gleam in your eye as he crawls between your legs to kiss at your lips softly, then the softness turns to hunger as his hand grabs your jaw and he devours you. Kissing you like a man completely starved of it. 

A soft moan falls from your lips and he is nearly a goner, his breath lost as he pulls back to admire his work, a string of saliva keeping you both connected as you take a moment to open your eyes, lips swollen and red. He holds out his hand, waiting patiently for you to catch your breath before he orders you to “Spit.”

You comply easily, and he stops himself from growling in pleasure before he takes his hand and slaps your cunt harshly, a smile tearing across his face when you moan out before he is crawling back down the bed to shove his face between your legs roughly and lick a stripe between your folds. 

The moment your thighs tighten around his head he vows that he will spend the rest of his life doing this, no matter where and no matter when. He would suffocate in this spot if you would let him. A low growl releases from his chest as you moan, fingers lacing themselves in his hair tightly and tugging as he laps at your clit.

Over and over, feeling you spasm with pleasure twice before you use your hands and tug him up by his hair, whining. 

He drags his eyes up to you then, seeing the tears from pleasure streaming down your cheeks as he kneels in front of you on the bed. 

“Are you hurt?” Even if he had the carnal urge to take you right here and now your safety and well being came first and foremost. You seem to realize this as you move up and reach to wrap your arms around his neck, his hands flying to your sides to help stabilize you. Rubbing softly as he peers down at you, him being twice your size. 

Just the thought of it makes his stomach clench in anticipation as you lean up to kiss him, allowing him to lean you both back down onto the bed and lay over you, picking up the kiss just as hungrily. 

He only pulls away from your kiss to kiss along your neck and collarbone as you reach down to line him up. He has to close his eyes and take in a shuddering breath the second you touch him and it takes everything not to finish there. 

But it is all worth it as he pushes in, a growl once again ripping out of his chest as you moan out, foreheads pressed together as he pushes until he is bottomed out. 

“So….. fuck.”

“Neverstop.” You whine, pressing your chest up into his with your eyes still closed. But that just wouldn’t do. How could he admire your fucked out look if he didn’t have your undivided attention. So he pulls your hair and orders you to open your eyes. 

You don’t listen, instead moving your hips to gain some friction so he shoves his own hips down to keep you pinned into place as he orders one more. “Let. Me. See. Your. Fucking. Eyes.”

When you finally open them he begins moving, a slow pace at first, allowing you to gain pleasure slowly but the second he feels the tightness loosen up and you get wetter he is unleashed, pounding into you at a heavy pace. 

The headboard hits the wall with each hit, and your face is thrown into one of pure pleasure as he keeps going. And Geralt cannot think of anything he has ever done to deserve this. 

He would never actually deserve this, but he was so grateful that you had given him a chance, because this is what pure heaven was. 

“You’re mine.” He grunts out, one fist tightening in your hair as he kisses down your throat, thrusting into you at a rapid pace as your hands fly to scratch down his back in a way that has him holding his breath to stop from finishing. 

“I’m yours.” You moan out, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“I’m never letting y- FUCK- you leave again.”

“I’ll never leave again.” 

“I’ll kill any man that touches you.” 

“No one else.” You cry out, and he feels you tighten around him once more and knows you’re close so he reaches a hand and pinches at your nipple harshly. “Only you Geralt. My Geralt!” You come undone around him, eyes rolling back as he keeps you pressed to his chest and finishes inside you, keeping you as close as he can while letting you both ride out your highs. 

By the time you both finish he lays you both down, his head laying on your chest with him laying between your legs as you play with your hair. 

“I love you…..” You whisper, twirling some of his hair softly.

“I love you.” He replies, moving until his chin is laying on your stomach and he can look up at you. “And I will never let you forget that.”

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You are awakened by a boot pressing into your cheek as you grumble out and move to push it away. 

“Geralt I swear-” But when you open your eyes you see none other than Jaskier with a cheeky little grin over his face as he stares down at you, a mug of what smells like cider in his hand. 

“Not your lover, but your closest friend.”

“Roach wears boots now?” You laugh, moving to stretch as he rolls his eyes. It had been months since you escaped the brothel, and since everything has changed. Jaskier seems more clingy than ever which was something you only pretended to hate, and Geralt has gone from the stoic asshole to the stoic love of your life…… well in public. 

Behind closed doors he spent most of his time worshiping you. 

“Where is he?” You ask after surveying to find him.

“He took little one to get some water.” 

Another thing that had changed, the young girl that you had smuggled out of a brothel months ago, who has slowly become like a daughter to you, well youngest daughter since you considered Ciri your daughter as well. 

“We’re here!” Y/d calls, her pudgy hand held in Geralts as he leads the girls back, Ciri with a small smile on her face while Y/d rushes to you. “We got water!”

“And Geralt says we have to be off.” Ciri sighs, leaning forward to accept your loving touch as you fuss over her hair. 

“Let’s get on the horses.” Your lover grunts, lifting y/d from under her shoulders and setting her on roach, moving to help Ciri before getting to you. A hand finds purchase on your thigh as you lift yourself onto your horse, smiling down at him. 

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“While you look like that? How will I ever break the love spell?”

“Guess your spellbound then.”

“Always have been.” He kisses your thigh while Jaskier is turned before turning to his own horse and jumping on, making sure y/d is comfortable before moving on.

(I AM SO SORRY, I REALLY THOUGHT I SCHEDULED IT BABES. How can I make it up? I'll do anything.....)

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[angelltheninth]

How does Geralt feel about neck kisses if you don’t mind?

How could I mind anything with Geralt?

Pairing: Geralt x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, hickies, possessive!Geralt, sweet!Geralt

A/N: I'm happy we got the new season but it's not gonna be the same anymore you know?

RECIEVEING

At first he wasn't sure about getting neck kisses from you. They felt a little too intimate when you gave them to him. And yes you just started your relationship but it took him a while to warm up to the idea of being kissed so softly after love making.

He did want it, but wanting it and having it actually happening to him left him scared of it. You'd always hear his breath hitch when your lips pressed against his neck, almost like he was expecting a bite to come next. Sometimes you did bite him but only if you were being cheeky with him.

GIVING

Very much the opposite when it comes to giving you neck kisses. He loves it because he knows it will make get you to rub your thighs together afterwards, even if he doesn't apply much pressure. It's your weak spot, or maybe you just love the idea of being vulnerable under his lips.

You're traveling around a lot so safe to say you both get a great deal of looks where ever you end up. You draw a lot of eyes in taverns as well so having you wearing his kisses on your neck so openly really makes him happy. Every time one fades he has to give you a new one.

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[cosmos-coma]

Sick Days- Geralt

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Words: ~1.1k

Summary: You refuse to tell Geralt that you're sick and so he has to find out the hard way

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“How are you doing back there, Y/n?” Geralt called back to you, he and Roach taking the lead on this narrow path.

The partly cloudy afternoon was more than welcome to you compared to the rain you had pushed through all day yesterday. And the day before. Ugh. 

Honestly, you liked rain as a whole, but the added chill in the air and the absolute soaking of your jacket left you feeling tired, feverish, and sniffly. You dared not let Geralt know that you were growing sick, the deadline to get to Novigrad was drawing closer and you refused to be the cause for missing it.

“Yep, yeah, I’m okay back here…” you lied. Your vision had begun spinning and your vision started lagging behind your eyes about 10 minutes ago. Your light tunic clung to your skin as your fever made you sweat relentlessly. Your various layers were laying across your horse in an unceremonious heap where you had left them and- wait, did you lose a jacket along the way? Hmm, you couldn't remember.

You let out a soft hum as a faint breeze cooled your skin and gave you a moment of relief from the sweltering heat.

 “Y/n?” Geralt called out to you, “did you hear what I said?”

“Hm? Oh, no… what were you saying?” Your eyes closed as you tried to listen, your ears only picking up garbled noises. You could feel your body begin to get to tired to hold itself together, but you had to fight through it. 

“Hmm, That’s interesting… “ you replied- well you're pretty sure that’s what you said. You… couldn’t be sure right now. Your consciousness filled with nothing more than a dense fog you couldn't seem to fan away. 

“Yes very interesting…” you slurred out as your mind finally forced your body to shut down and everything went dark.

“Y/n, you’re not making any sense- shit..!” Geralt turned just in time to see you fall off your horse with a great big THUD. A pathetic groan was the last sound your barely conscious body sent out as Geralt yelled again and ran to your limp body. 

“Y/n?” he shook you, “Fuck… and you’re burning up,” he commented and swiftly picked you up, your skin blazing and burning against his. “Let’s get you to an Inn, we’re done traveling for today…”

You woke up on clean linens, your body stripped down to its underclothes and covered in damp washcloths to keep you cool. “Hmm, Geralt...?” you grunted out as you sat up, rolled up cloth falling from your forehead, “Oh- nope, no, no, no... too dizzy…” you sighed and promptly laid down again. 

“Welcome back, sleeping beauty…” Geralt jested and sat on the edge of the bed- his expression slowly changing to something more sincere, his voice quieting as he urged you to take in the seriousness of his words. “You scared me back there… why didn’t you tell me that you were sick..? That you had a fever..?”

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find an adequate explanation, but it never came.

“You could have died if you’d fallen over a cliff's edge…if your head had hit rocks…” Geralt couldn’t even meet your eyes as he talked- instead opting to replace the damp cloths on your forehead. “You’re not as hearty as a Witcher is- you know that.” 

You frowned, feeling more and more like a scolded child as he spoke to you. You shook your head and glanced outside instead of anywhere near this conversation. 

“Y/n...” Geralt sighed, knowing exactly what you were doing, “Dear heart..?” he tried once more, finally catching your gaze. 

“I don’t mean to make your softness such a flaw- you know it's exactly what pulled me into you in the first place..” A small smile crept over his features as he briefly remembered your first meeting. “But you need to let me know when to slow down, okay? Remind me now and then to be a little softer too,” he spoke so quietly that you were sure nothing else in the world could have heard him but you. 

Your own expression reflected his smile and his whispered words fluttered around your heart “I will… I promise.” your fingers reached out for his, searching around until they captured his touch. “Oh, how long have I been out? We need to keep going” you urged, using your aching arm to bring his hand up to your lips in a soft kiss before you struggled to pull yourself upright.

But Geralt only laughed and shook his head as he helped you sit up, “now I see where Ciri gets her endless determination from- neither of you wants to stop for a minute to take care of yourselves.”

“We learned it from YOU, Geralt…” you grinned, sniffling as your nose threatened to run. 

Eyes rolling, his smile became even wider. “Anyways… I mean to say that you shouldn’t worry about it… we’ve been making good time, we can spare a day to let you rest and recover.” 

You nodded and relaxed a bit more, rolling your shoulder and cracking your back as you tried to get comfortable. “Good… Good, I really can’t fall off like that again. I feel like I just slammed shoulder-first into a shaelmaar…”

“I bet,” Your witcher snorted, a knowing smile hiding behind your hand as he brought it up to kiss in return. “Do you think some desert would make that shoulder feel any better?”

“Hmmmmmm, I think it’s a good start… that might help being sick but maybe you can rub my shoulder later..?” you grinned, knowing you were pushing it, but that hadn’t failed you yet. 

A genuine laugh pulled itself from Geralt as he stood, audible and even forming a faint crease around his eyes. For a witcher, it might as well have been a full belly laugh the way their stoic expressions dampen everything. 

You beamed and watched your handsome witcher as he headed off to get you dessert. You wouldn’t be surprised if his heart was as golden and lovely as his eyes were.  “Hey, Geralt? I love you…” 

“I love you too, Dear heart… no matter how soft you make me.” He said with a smile as he came back to your side and leaned down to press a sweet kiss against your lips.

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[cuddly-dean-baby]

I saw your need for requests, and I come bearing a request! Could you write a Geralt/Male!Reader in which Geralt comes home super dirty and very tired but his boyfriend takes care of him ( I.e. bathes him, bushes his teeth/hair etc. pretty much whatever you feel like writing 😂); And then brings him to bed and tucks him in? Just anything super sweet and fluffy because he deserves all of that and more! Plus I’m a sucker for reverse comfort fics. Hopefully more requests come your way and you can get back into your writing groove! 💖💗

Pairing: Geralt x M!Reader Words: 337 A/N: So I decided to merge these two together since they’re kinda similar and I went off the top of my head, I don't know what I did

With his boots shuffling against the floorboards, he toes them off, noting in mind to clean the mud and blood off of them later on as he can’t be bothered right now. 

As he lifts his head up, he sees steam come out of the bathtub, knowing that his husband ran it for him. 

Geralt knows not to deny your love languages for him, so he strips out of his armour and clothes as he walks over to the bathtub. He eases his body into it, groaning in satisfaction as the heated water relaxes his muscles. He feels his eyes become droopy, so he closes them and rests.

He wakes up moments later to feel you brush his hair. Moaning a bit, he tilts his head to the side, feeling the plush of your thigh against his cheek as he closes his eyes again.

You smile, tying his white hair into a ponytail. “Food’s waiting for you.”

Geralt groans tiredly, meaning that he doesn’t want to move. “I’ve gotta clean my boots, clothes, and armour.”

“Already done, out on the line.”

He lifts his head off your thigh to look over at his said clothes and armour near the fire on a line, his boots clean of mud and blood. He opens his mouth to say something, but Jaskier runs in, going on about something.

“Jaskier!” Geralt growls out, making the bard shut up.

“Oh, sorry, coming back later.” Jaskier is out of your sight within seconds.

Geralt plops his face back against your leg, not liking how he got disturbed. He groans in disagreement as he feels you move out from the back of him. “Bed, now. I’ll bring you some food.”

As he’s about to say something again, you interrupt him. “Roach is fed and brushed.”

He finally gets out of the bathtub, feeling you dry his body with a warm towel. “Mm.” He leans his body against you, pushing his face against your neck.

“The scary Witcher going soft for his husband.”

“Shut up.”

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[mandos-things]

Still Here - Geralt x reader Angst

Relationship : Genderneutral!reader x Geralt

Warnings : angst, fluffy towards the end, mentions of crying, emotional distress, mentions of smut (nothing explicit), 18+ (read blog bio)

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The air was stuffy and thick, the humidity of your nightly ventures caressed your skin ever so slightly, rousing you from your slumber.

You groaned, arms stretching as much as the headboard would allow. You did not dare turn around, for fear of what you might see. Or rather, of what you knew you wouldn't.

You could count on one hand the number of times you've tangled up with the White Wolf. And every time, every damned time, he would pretend nothing had happened. Apathy came as naturally to him as breathing. At least, when it came to you.

By night he sang, like the angels of the heavens above, whispering promises of something more in the aftermath of your passion.

And when the time came....nothing.

He would leave, long before you woke. And you would be left to scramble for the pieces of your heart he held the night before. Held, and moulded...caressed and loved. Come morning- broken and shattered -

You should've learned your lesson. Should have...by now, you think, it should've been so easy to walk away...to tear his hands from your hips and let him go. Pull on your shirt and pick up your boots and just leave-

But you couldn't. Not when he kissed you like that - like he's making up for every love he's never had, like he's afraid to lose you...like he loves you-

You push the though away. No use in torturing yourself first thing in the morning.

Yet still, you don't stop yourself from feeling- one tear, two, make their way across your face, as you attempt to hide among the sheets and pillows - as if it would provide some reprieve from the happenings in your mind.

You daren't look back. Not even when every cell in your body is screaming for you to. Maybe this time, maybe this once-

"mmhm."

You stop breathing for a second, unsure if what you heard is actually real.

Too lost in your thoughts, you jump when a pair of big arms drags you toward and even bigger chest. Warmth. His Warmth.

You pull away, just a little, just enough to turn and look -

Here's here. Still here.

He doesnt miss the urgency in the way you pulled away from him, and he doesnt miss the desperation in your gaze as it drags along his form...like you're making sure he isn't just a dream-

And suddenly he's guilty. His shoulders stiffen and his breaths slow, almost to nothing.

Moments pass. You wait for the panic, for the pain...but it doesnt come. Your heart swells and you cant help but smile - one hand cups his cheek as the other keeps you upright.

You kiss him. On his forehead...down his cheek...and to his lips. Just as soft as the night before. He pulls you closer, face burying into the side of your neck, and it tickles -

He smiles, actually fucking smiles - and he kisses you then, softly, gently. Like he's making sure you aren't a dream too.

The stuffy room seems to fade into the background, you can see only him...feel him...the cold, soft pecks along your neck, and your chest, as the warmth of his hands caress the rest of you.

And you know, nothing else matters, because here's finally here. He's still fucking here.

~~~~~

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[haddonfieldwhore]

just pretend

while passing through your home town, you run into your ex. to get them off your case, you tell a simple little lie

•g/n reader, this was supposed to be fluff, awkwardness, fake dating, mention of parental death (no detail), a few uses of e/n (ex’s name), not edited as always lol

you had secretly dreaded that this day would come; the day you passed through your home village on a quest. you hadn’t told geralt that this is where you had grown up, but he seemed to be able to tell that something was up, as you seemed to be walking on eggshells ever since you’d arrived. he gave you a sideways glance, which you made no mention of as you looked around the small town. little had changed, all the buildings were the same, the townsfolk you had grown up with having aged in the years you had been away.

“something troubling you?” the witcher asked, his tone serious. you shook your head, and he chuckled slightly.

“why are you laughing?” you demanded, only causing geralt to shake his head, amused.

“your ears turn pink when you lie, you know.”

“it’s cold-“

“mhmm.” geralt hummed, not believing your excuse. you groaned as your eyes landed on the person you hoped to avoid, your ex from when you were a teenager. it was never anything serious, but they seemed to never have moved on, hence whenever you visited you tried to avoid them at all cost. you grabbed geralt by the arm and pulled him behind a tent.

“i need a favour?”

“now?”

“yes. i need you to pretend we are…. together,” geralt a jaw stiffened at your words, his eyes wide.

“what?” he asked sternly. it wasn’t a perfect plan, but maybe if you ex thought you were spoke for, they would leave you alone.

“i promise i will explain later- just please… do this for me and i will forever be in your debt,” you begged. geralt must’ve been able to tell how desperate you were, as he gave you a short nod in response, followed by a simple ‘alright’. you took a deep breath, before taking his large hand in yours and leading him back out into the main area of town. to your dismay, the two of you numbed right into your ex, a shocked look on their face as you stood in front of them, hand in hand with the witcher.

“y/n? how are you? it’s… it’s been ages.” they spoke, rather awkwardly as they regained their balance.

“i’m well, thank you. and you?” you replied to be polite, not because you were really interested.

“i’m good. what’s it been now- 4 years? i think i last saw you at your fathers funeral.”

“it’s been 5 years actually.” you corrected, noticing that their eyes had once again traveled to where your hand was intertwined with geralts. the man next to you cleared his throat.

“darling.. are you going to introduce me to your friend?” he tugged you into his side, giving a forced, but convincing enough smile.

“oh, yes. e/n, this is geralt of rivia. geralt my love, this is an old friend of mine. we grew up here together.” you explained. they laughed lightly.

“if i recall we were a little closer than friends, isn’t that right?” they pushed your arm teasingly, your face hit with embarrassment.

“i’m not sure what you mean,” geralt spoke, his tone serious. he wasn’t stupid, he knew what they had meant; but he didn’t appreciate them making you uncomfortable seemingly on purpose, and he felt it only fitting to return the favour. your ex began to stutter awkwardly, and tried to dig themself out of the hole they had begun to dig.

“forgive me… i just …. i was-“

“hmm.” geralt interrupted with a deep hum, a sound he often made when he wished a conversation to be over. “should we go get settled at the inn, dear?” he turned to you. nodding, you excused yourself, budding a quick goodbye and following after geralt, who was leading roach over to the stable on the way to the inn.

after checking in and getting settled in your room, deciding to share one to keep up the act, you were now explaining what was going on to geralt. albeit he had figured out bits and pieces, he listened as you spoke.

“so… you more using me to keep them from -“

“do not say it like that.” you pleaded, causing the witcher to laugh lightly.

“it is fine. we will only be in town for the night, and then we will be gone, and this little game will be over.” geralt spoke matter of factly. he was right; we just had to pretend for one day.

•

the night came and went quickly, some much needed rest leaving you feeling refreshed when you woke up, if not a little nervous about having to keep up the act. most of the day went by without incident, now early in the evening when you grew bored of sitting inside the inn.

“let’s go get a drink.” you suggested.

it had been about an hour or two since you and geralt had arrived at the bar, both a few drinks in when he noticed your ex at across the room, occasionally looking over. the witcher leaned close to your ear, he breath tickling your neck.

“they’re watching, over by the door.” he whispered. “you should laugh as if i’ve said something funny.” the two of you laughed at nothing, and after a minute as not to be obvious, you glanced over and saw your ex finish his beer, aggressively slamming the mug on the table before starting to stand. grabbing geralt’s arm, you pulled him from his seat and through the bar, down a quiet hallway.

“what is is?” he asked.

“they were walking this way, sorry i panicked-“

“do you trust me?” geralt asked. you nodded, and out of the corner of my eyes you saw e/n approaching from a distance, but we’re distracted by geralts fingertips tilting your chin upward.

his lips were on yours before you knew what was happening, gentler than you expected, not that you had expected to be kissing him. his lips moved perfectly with yours, the taste of ale on his tongue as his hands rested on your hips, his muscular frame trapping you between him and the wall your back was pressed against.

your hands went to his chest, and he seemed to pull you even closer, as you heard footsteps approaching, and someone clearing their throat. geralt pulled away, and you opened your eyes to see your ex stood there. you worried about what they were going to say, but to your surprise they gestured to the doorway to the restroom you hadn’t realized the two of you were stood in the way of.

“pardon me.” they spoke, waiting for you and geralt to move, and going through the door once you had stepped to the side. geralt still held your body to his, you realized, and your eyes met his as you looked up at him again. although no one was watching, he kissed you again, softer this time.

“i haven’t done that in a while, forgive me if i’m out of practice.” you said sincerely. you couldn’t remember the last time you had kissed someone. the witcher smiled at you.

“you’re doing good so far.” he hummed, and you felt your face get hot again.

“thank you.” you spoke. “i owe you…. a great deal.”

“don’t mention it. now let’s get moving, night will be upon us soon.” you smiled as you watched geralt turn and walk out through the bar. as happy as you were to be leaving this town, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder if things between you and geralt perhaps weren’t just pretend.

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[mjolnir-76]

Geralt Of Rivia X Male!Elf!Reader

genre: fluff, comfort

words: 822

summary: Geralt comforts you after you catch sight of a new scar, leading to you braiding his hair as promised and falling asleep in each others arms

after some decision, you, geralt and jaskier arrive at kaer morhen for the winter. you and geralt share a room and share a lovely night together. you both hop out of the bath after relaxing by the fire, drying yourselves off. you walk infront of the mirror, shorts hanging low on your hips and you pull a shirt over your head when you pause, seeing the protruding scar on your abdomen. you remove your shirt from just over your head, dropping it softly to the ground. geralt glances over at the noise, tugging on his own shirt. your fingers gently feel the bumpy skin, eyes contorting in disgust. you love to trace geralts scars, hear every story but on yourself, you felt it made you look gross, undesirable. like it ruined your smooth skin.

"what are you doing?" his deep voice enters your ears. it brings you out of your thoughts and you quickly grab your shirt from the floor, "doesn't matter" you say, unravelling your shirt when geralt takes it off of you, throwing it on the bed behind you. he grabs your bare waist, pulling you closer, his thumb stroking over the scar. "i know what you're thinking, i've spent many a night thinking the same" he murmurs, spinning you around softly to face the mirror again. he kisses your shoulder before he takes off his shirt again. you sigh as you know what he's doing, he points to one of his scars in the same place as yours, "look, we're matching" he says. "yours are just.. different i don't know" you say, finding it difficult to put your thoughts into words. "but they're not. the longer we spend together getting into fights, they'll build up. and then you'll have stories after stories for each one every time i trace them. they won't look out of place, they'll be your trophy" he says, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, pulling your back and kissing at you neck and shoulder.

"you know nothing can ruin you in my eyes, it only gives you more depth. makes you more beautiful, if that's possible" he says with a smile. he gently sways you and you lean your head back against his chest to which he rests his chin on your slightly damp hair. "i love you so much" is all you mumble, revelling in the warmth of your human heater. he kisses your head, "i love you more" he replies and you twist in his grasp, wrapping your arms around his upper abdomen. "nooo" you murmur tiredly into his pec that your cheek rests on. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, one hand softly stroking your head. he laughs quietly, "tired darling?" he asks and you pull back from his arms, "not too tired to do your hair like you promised" you smile up at him as he hopes you forgot about what he promised. "fine, be quick about it alright" he says and you peck his lips before moving onto the bed. your hop on and rest against the headboard, patting the space between your legs.

he smiles slightly and crawls onto the bed, settling comfortably between your legs. he wouldn't admit it but he loves being in your arms. he's big spoon to anyone who asks, but you know he likes to be held. you grab a brush from the side and gently drag it through his now dry hair. you smile at how soft it is, putting the brush down and running your fingers through it. geralt groans, eyes closed, fully relaxed. you can tell he's close to drifting off but he's actively fighting it to stay in the moment. your fingers gently start to weave together sections of hair skilfully, your routine of doing your own hair every morning coming through. geralt wasn't aware of how much this meant to you. as an elf, braided hair had a lot of meaning and symbolism, it was a craft your mother had taught you when you were young. little did you know geralt was fully aware, it's the only reason he let you do it.

after feeling your gentle hands massage his scalp he may let you do it more often. you normally wore braids in your hair and you mirrored a couple of styles you usually had in his, showing your connection. you tie ribbon after ribbon, weaving together braids and hair in intricate patterns. he just has so much hair, it's incredibly relaxing for both parties. you finish the last braid, smoothing down his hair and kissing the top of his head and wrapping your arms around his upper body. he slowly shifts, turning around to face you, "lay down love, let's get some sleep" you nod and geralt lifts his body up on his arms, letting you slide down until your head meets the pillows. geralt moves to lay beside you but you pull him up instead to lay on your chest, still between your legs. he smiles and let's you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his ear to your chest. your heartbeat lulls him into sleep aswell as your fingers still sifting through his now braided hair. his warmth and weight are so comforting, you never want to leave this moment.

#geralt x y/n #geralt x you #tv show geralt #the witcher games #geralt fanfic #geralt fluff #original character #geralt x reader #geralt x male reader #geralt of rivia #the witcher #henry cavil x male reader #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavil #henry cavil fanfic

[joelslegalwhre]

Her Sweet Kiss

oh i would love to request one where the reader is the dragon queen (a bit like daenerys from game of thrones) and geralt is sent to kill her which he refuses in the end

(Requested on Wattpad)

pairing⁀➷ geralt of rivia x fem!dragon!reader

word count ⁀➷ 3.2k

summary ⁀➷ You're a golden dragon and the king sent Geralt to kill you… (I’m shit at summaries i’m sorry-)

warnings ⁀➷ spoilers for s1 ep6, violence, (short) mention of blood/wound, mention of killing someone, fighting, kissing, angst (not much)

a/n ⁀➷ As always pls tell me if I missed a warning! And if anyone knows why my “read more” messes with my text (it doubles the first paragraph) i’d be thrilled to know how to fix that🫢

Jaskiers song

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Geralt came out of the cave, throwing some monster head right in front of the man's feet. You felt the fear the old man had of the white haired Witcher.

Geralt looked at him with a stern look, a little confused but still as if he'd rip the man's head off if he'd do anything stupid.

„I believe those are mine." He said in a low voice.

When the Witcher came down the small hill to his horse, the man hurriedly let the bag fall to the ground and ran away.

„This woman just killed a man with her bare hands for trying to steal your horse!" Jaskier shouted to Geralt.

You couldn't just walk past the men on your way to the village, already sensing the fight.

It really wasn't as dramatic as the bard told though, the man chose his fate when he chose to be ignorant and thought of himself as something better. Stealing a man's belongings, was the lowest another could do. And you didn't really want to have a bloody scene, so a snapped neck was the… well, best option.

The bard behind you was still in shock as he propped his hands to his sides and looked at the Witcher. Said one turned around and studied you with an intense look.

You just looked him straight in the eyes, a small smile spreading across your lips at his next words.

„Maybe she'll make a better travel companion, then." he dryly answered the bard, tilting his head to the side.

He put the bags back on his horse and turned around to you and the bard, Jaskier.

„Who are you?" he asked. You felt the curiosity he tried to hide as he asked.

„That is something you don't have to know." you answered sounding polite yet your answer clearly wasn't. But something about it made the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia as you knew, want to know more about you.

Normally he would just turn around and continue whatever he was onto. Not this time, though.

You smiled at Geralt. „I guess you'd like that back.” You threw one of his viles at him that had fallen out of the bag earlier. He caught it with ease, looking you up and down in surprise. Maybe there was even more to you than he could guess.

„Good luck with whatever you're doing!" you shouted, already continuing your way to the village. Jaskier's gaze followed you, his eyebrow raised, shaking his head.

„What the..." he mumbled to himself. Geralt on the other hand was completely thrown off by the way you behaved.

„Wait!" he shouted after you, his deep voice echoing through the air. Jaskier turned his head to Geralt. What had got into him? He never did anything like that, ever.

The strong white wolf, feared Witcher and butcher of Blaviken, shouting after a girl? Out of desperation? You clearly left Geralt completely and utterly confused.

The large door of the tavern opened, and Geralt entered, followed by Jaskier. "I'd like a fresh ale, thank you." Jaskier smiled at Geralt.

The tavern was packed, and the waiters ran back and forth in hurry. Neither of them wanted to wait that long. "Hmm." Gerald grumbled, but made his way to the bar anyway to order two mugs of ale.

"What.." the Witcher muttered to himself as he saw you. He had barely managed to banish you from his mind since you had left. As if in a trance, he walked away from the bar. "Witcher!" the barman called after him, who had already put down the two jugs. But Geralt no longer heard him, no longer wanted to hear him.

He followed after you without paying attention to anything around him. If the fabric of your orange dress hadn't had all his attention, it would have been easy to follow your irresistible scent.

You had already noticed Geralt when he entered the tavern with Jaskier. You led him to the back of the tavern, and opened a door that led into a corridor. Which contained several rooms to store food and drink or other supplies. With a light smile, you noticed that Geralt was still following you. Good.

Geralt didn't even look around as he pushed the door open, and it closed behind him. The voices became quieter, and he concentrated on the sounds of your footsteps. It smelled like old wood... and you.

You opened one of the doors. Not a moment later, you felt his presence close behind you. His breath on your neck and the strong smell he carried.

"I don't know why I can't resist you." he whispered in your ear, and his hair brushed your shoulder. "But I'm done trying to fight it."

You leaned your neck to the side and felt his lips, spreading feather-light kisses. No one needed to know about this encounter, you both agreed on that. He didn't need to leave any evidence behind to remember it. His hands grabbed your hips and urged you further into the chamber.

"Show me." you whispered challengingly. If he no longer wanted to suppress it, you wouldn't stop him.

Not a moment later, his lips met yours. Although there was so much desire in both of you, the kiss was anything but. It was breathtaking. It was gentle, quite in contrast to your desire. It was a sweet kiss. And it was so much more fitting than a wild or hard kiss. It was full of feelings neither of you would admit to.

His hands pulled you to him and your hands intertwined behind his neck. Never before had a kiss felt like this. But even in this kiss, you had to gasp for air at some point.

Neither of you moved. Geralt's hands still held you pressed against him as he looked down at you.

Something on your neck shone gold that he hadn't noticed before. It reached to your shoulder and disappeared under the fabric of your dress. It almost reminded him of dragon skin.

You knew what his gaze lingered on. "It's a birthmark," you whispered. He looked into your eyes.

"It's almost the same colour as your eyes." you added with a smile. His lips parted and closed again. Your hands wandered along his hair, and you twirled a small strand between your fingers. Geralt's gaze followed your every move before he looked you in the eyes again.

"I have to go now.” You whispered, standing on your toes and pressing one last kiss to his lips.

Geralt didn't open his eyes as you released yourself from his grip. Only when he heard the sound of jugs scraping over wood did he look up. With three empty jugs, you left the chamber and your footsteps echoed.

But what he only noticed now, how he could have missed it he didn’t know himself, was the wound on your arm. It looked like it had already been treated, but you still had a cloth covering it.

Geralt had his back to the door. But he couldn't help himself and took a step out of the door to look after you. With light steps, almost as if given wings, you walked along the corridor. But before you left, you looked over your shoulder at Geralt. You looked into his eyes and smiled.

Then you turned around and disappeared through the wooden door.

Geralt looked down at the floor and exhaled heavily. "Fuck." he growled.

When he returned to the table, Jaskier wasn't alone anymore. An old man and two worrier-looking women sat with him. Geralt's gaze went back and forth between the three and Jaskier. The table was set with pies, beer and wine.

"Ah Geralt, we were wondering where you've been." Jaskier announced cheerfully.

Geralt gave him a glance and sat down.

"What do you want?" Geralt grumbled.

„A short while ago, a dragon landed across the border in King Niedamir's mountains." the old men started, „I know what you're thinking. Impossible, dragons are so rare. But it's true. Locals spotted it and went after it in search of treasure. Of course, they succeeded only in wounding the creature. And angering it so righteously that it swooped down from its lair and set half a hillside ablaze.

„Hm."

„Dead sheep everywhere." he continued his story.

„Now, the King is in a blind. He's set to marry the princess of his rival kingdom, Malleore, which means it's bad timing to have a murderous pest lurking about in the mountains."

„What does this have to do with me?" Geralt knew exactly what this had to do with him, but the old man mustn't know that just yet.

„The king sent me to ask you to kill the dragon, dear Witcher.”

„You've wasted your breath." Geralt said. „I'll tell you what l've already told the king myself. he looked up, directly into the old man's eyes. „I don't kill dragons.”

What Geralt didn't tell him was that the king didn't order any dragon to be killed, he wanted the dragon queen dead. Shaking his head in disapproval, the old man sighed. „It's nothing I could do myself.” he chuckled. Geralt did not even seem to grin.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Jaskier interjected into the conversation. „Did you say dragon?" Geralt looked at him from the side,

„What people call green dragons', like the one we have here I suppose, they're the most common. Red dragons, less so. Black dragons are the rarest.” he explained.

„Gold dragons are the rarest." the old men stated.

„Gold dragons are a myth. For a gold dragon to exist, it would... have to be the result of... an accidental, unique mutation. And in my experience, mutations, they're intentional." Geralt said with a wry nod, "But it doesn't matter. Mutant or myth, gold dragons met the same fate as anything too different to endure. They died out." His gaze had turned to the table.

„Hello, Grandfather." you lean on the old man's shoulders from behind with a small smile. At the sound of your voice, Geralt's head shot up. Your eyes met, once again, and it felt like a storm was set free inside of you.

„Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Thank you so much. It's been very nice. Thank you for the wine and the pies, but as the man said, we really can't get involved.” Jaskier said with panic in his voice.

„Geralt, shall we?" he tried to ask the Witcher next to him. But when Geralt answered, his gaze lingered on you.

„l'm in.”

„Mother of. Jaskier sighed.

„What happened here?" Jaskier asked in shock as the two passed a mountain, completely burned down on one side. It was once, full of green grass and most likely many sheep.

„Dragons avoid people." Geralt murmured. „It should have left when they attacked.”

When they had reached the cave the dragon was supposed to be in, Jaskier stopped. „Uhm Geralt…" he breathed heavily. The Witcher turned to the bard and tilted his head slightly. „Wait here." he just said.

Ready to draw his sword at any time, Geralt slowly walked to the entrance of the cave. It was quiet, almost too quiet.

When he saw the dragons, even the Witcher stared for a moment.

He had expected one of the black dragons, or at least a red one. Not a green one.

The dragon laid there, one wing protectively in front of an egg. Behind the green dragon stood a black one protectively, but this one was male.

So he could hardly be the dragon queen the king wanted to get rid of. He came closer, still cautious, listening for any sounds. But when Geralt heard footsteps that could not belong to Jaskier, he drew his sword.

"Get. Away. From. Her." Geralt took a step back. He looked almost startled, surprise visible on his face.

"Hello again, Witcher." you said coldly.

"What are you doing here." It was no question, more likely a request to leave and not put yourself in danger. "Touch her, and I'll kill you." you threatened the Witcher.

The black dragon growled dangerously as you approached Geralt.

Cassius, your guard. He grew up with you in the Royal Court, back when everything was still there, nothing destroyed. He was not much older than you, and acted more like a brother than a guard most of the time.

When you heard his snort, you did not turn to him. "You can go." you said, still looking Geralt in the eyes.

Another growl. "I can handle this. Go now." He understood, this was an order. The green dragon was still lying in the same place when Cassius swept his wings and flew out of the cave through an opening in the ceiling.

"You should go., Witcher." Geralt didn't respond, instead he asked quietly in a raspy voice, "What are you?"

"Don't act like you don't know." You replied, almost a little hurt at the thought of what he would think of you.

Geralt took a step towards the dragon. And no matter what he wanted, no matter if he wanted to harm her or not, you could only see black and white at that moment. In seconds, you had a knife to his throat and were standing in front of him again. "Touch her and Jaskier will have to follow suit."

At that moment, as if you had summoned him, the bard came to the entrance of the cave. "Geralt, what is happening here? I have just seen a dra-" but he fell silent the moment he saw the Witcher with you.

Neither of you paid any attention to the bard.

Geralt turned so neatly that he had his arm around your neck and his hand took the knife from your hand.

"What on earth are you two doing here?" Jaskier stood there as if he no longer understood the world.

"Please." Geralt said softly, but that exactly was his weak spot. You ducked and twisted out of his grip, quick and swift enough to outwit the Witcher and his reactions. Quickly, you had your knife back in your hand. But instead of raising it to his throat again, you placed it at the level of his hip. Geralt looked at you, there was both astonishment and sadness in his gaze.

"Guys..." Jaskier called out to you.

You knew that Geralt would defeat you. Unless you threw him off his guard. He tilted his head, his lips opened and closed, just like he did in the tavern. And your next move was connected exactly with this thought. Geralt was still standing in front of you, he had thrown his sword on the ground when your knife had touched his throat, and there it still laid. He had no weapons except himself, which only confirmed that your idea would make him harmless for a few seconds. At least, you hoped so.

His lips had just closed again, and you didn't know if he would stop fighting or just start now.

Before he could do anything, though, you stood on your tiptoes, your dagger still at his hip. Your free hand reached for his neck and pulled him close enough to you. Then you placed your lips on his. The kiss almost captivated you yourself, and you had to concentrate to continue your plan. Geralt made a grumbling noise, surprised and completely thrown off balance. Just like you wanted. With all your strength, you broke away from him, breathing out heavily. Your lips trembled, it had indeed been a dirty trick. You looked at him apologetically and bit your lip. In the same movement, you turned to the dragon. You took a deep breath. Held it for a brief moment and then blew a protective wall of fire between the two of you and the dragon.

Your breathing became heavy and you swallowed. The fire made the golden scales on your neck glow. As you slowly turned to face Geralt, you could make out Jaskier at the entrance. You looked cautiously back and forth between the two of them. They couldn't hurt you. Their gazes, however, could.

"You're the dragon queen. The golden one." Geralt finally said it.

"The dragon queen?!" Jaskier commented in a shrill tone and shook his head disbelievingly to the right and then to the left."Damn.."

"Yes." your voice was no louder than a whisper as you looked the Witcher straight in the eyes. "But why did the king-" Jaskier started in a confused expression, but you interrupted him at the rage that boiled up inside you at the thought of the king, "King Niedamir hasn't even seen a dragon himself. He knows nothing!"

You walked out of the cave and Geralt followed you.

"No dragon has ever done anything to him. His men started the treasure hunts, they started hurting them,” your anger rose with each word, “He is just scared that he will pay for the things his men did to us." you said, one hand on your almost healed wound. "We don't start fights. But killing baby dragons, for treasure and gold?" You shook your head and tilted it slightly. "I can't let that happen."

You pursed your lips and closed your eyes for a moment, "The sheep- were just a warning. I never had the intention to do more."

Geralt had looked down on the ground while you told them everything. When you'd finished, his gaze found yours, and he exhaled.

You held out a small pouch to them, "Uhm, this is a dragon's tooth. The king won't know it's an old one." Geralt gently took the pouch from your hand, which was trembling slightly.

"Ehm, if I may-"

"It's not mine, Jaskier." you lightheartedly grinned at him.

"I'll tell the king we killed the dragon, and he'll leave you alone." Your gaze went back to Geralt, you nodded with a thankful smile.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Geralt?" you quietly asked.

"Ohhh, I see. l'I let you two alone. If anyone needs me I'll just.." Jaskier pointed at some rocks and turned around, walking away just far enough to let you have some privacy.

You wanted to say something about the kiss, but you decided against it. It wouldn't help either of you.

„Don't give up." your gaze became serious, and Geralt looked slightly thrown off. That seemed to happen around you more often than he liked. „She is out there. And you have to find her."

Carefully you took his hand and your fingers gently brushed over it.

„Please don't give up, Geralt. You and your child of surprise... are to safe us all."

Your gaze went to your linked hands. A sad smile on your lips as you let go of it. You exhaled. "Goodbye, Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt felt frozen in place. His back still in the direction you had gone. He didn't watch you go, he couldn't.

Jaskier's eyes widened as he looked past him.

„Geralt, you might want to see this." he almost whispered.

Geralt turned around. “What is-“ he grumbled but soon became silent at the sight.

The sight of a golden dragon flying away into the distance.

Geralt exhaled and looked after you until you were only a small point on the sky and then, gone.

The song about the charming girl, the one who was strong enough to fight and win against Geralt of Rivia, spread across the countries. Jaskier made sure it did.

The song about her sweet kiss.

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[ultralightpoe]

Spellbound Part 2 - Geralt of Rivia

Authors Note: Sorry it took so long, I just really had no clue how to do the first part justice

Word Count: 3,876

Warnings: reader is a brothel worker

Description:Part two to the first. FIRST PART HERE

Enjoy!

There were many times in Geralt's life where he felt an undeniable rage, and there were many times that he let that rage affect him until he was forced to suffer the consequences of all his actions. He had learned over the years that there were ways of handling his rage, there were ways of dealing with sadness and pain. 

He had been through so much, and yet he stood, and he always told himself that it would be worth it. Soon enough he would find something that would make it all worth it, and he had found that in you. 

Your soul matched his in a way he never thought possible, and though you didn’t have the same physical scars you had both been through more than you can imagine. And he always found himself gravitating to you, the one person in the world that he felt never judged or expected anything from him. 

Sure, he obviously did not know how to deal with this. He never knew how to talk to you, what to say and when to say it, and he really did not know how to seem casual just as Jaskier always could. Not to mention he was constantly worried about losing you. He felt like a flame, loving something so much and trying to engulf it into warmth only for it to burn and vanish. 

You had been through so much, he never wanted you to burn and he couldn’t imagine a life without you. 

So, even if he couldn’t show emotion or manage to properly show his love, he allowed Jaskier to grow close to you. Geralt made sure that you were physically safe, warm and fed. It was the least he could do. 

He never wanted to leave you wanting for anything, and he desperately tried to find ways to show you yet nothing ever worked. 

But then you were his, for one small moment he had you and he felt as though everything was worth it again. He would burn the world down for you, slay any monster and batter any mortal. It was all yours for the taking…

Until you burned. 

How ironic, how hard he fought to keep you at arms length only to lose the battle in a split moment, and be proven right just like that. 

Now you were gone. 

He knew exactly where you were, had already tried to get you, only to be stopped at the door each time.  Each time he was stopped he wanted to crush their skulls, storm up to wherever they were keeping you and try to explain. 

He would drag you out the door himself just to make sure you never had to do this again. But there were laws, as well as contracts. He would never be allowed to see you unless he could pay the fee, and you would never be allowed to leave unless you could buy out your contract. 

If he managed to get to you and help you escape there would still be the hassle of everyone hunting you down, and word spreads from town to town quickly when it comes to Witchers. 

“How much?” He growls, keeping his eyes narrowed in on the older woman before him, watching her lean back on her chair and fix her dress. She was unlike any other brothel owner he had come across, the others always had a protective notion for the girls. This one seemed vindictive in every word she spoke. 

“Witcher, I have told ye the last 4 times ye have been here that she is not for sale.” She laughs, reaching a foot out to kick the pouch of gold he had laid on the table in front of her. Her dress rides up exposing a very scarred leg, and his stomach tightens at the atrocities you must be going through with this hag and any man she rented you out to.  “Y/n is the emerald of all brothels, before she came upon mine she was already widely known for her beauty, not to mention her time with the Witcher? Men are practically killing themselves to have a moment with her. I stand to make more keeping her than I ever would selling her back to you.”

“Her contract-”

“Has another 4 years under my roof. By the end of that I could be far far away from this continent. Don’t you understand?” She leans forward, knocking the satchels down and watching all the gold pieces fall on the ground. 

That had been 4 months work, 4 months of Geralt working himself to the bone and saving up in a chance to save you. He hadn’t eaten properly or slept more than 2 hours a night in that span of time. 

Images flash through his mind, him ringing this wenches neck in or slamming her head into the fire. Maybe he could slice her head off in one clean motion. 

But he doesn’t, because he understands the consequences. So he bites his tongue and stands straighter. “I just want to see her-”

“Then you pay, just as everyone else.” The Madame sneers, leaning across the table. “I don’t give a fuck if you love her witcher, though I don’t believe you are even capable of that, my rules stay the same. You want to see her then you pay for her time.”

He leans forward, smirking a bit when her attitude drops in fear for a moment, before tilting his head. “Then how fucking much?”

-

“I really do not believe you were worth 230 gold pieces-” Lord Servail huffs, struggling to shove himself back into his trousers. You struggled not to roll your eyes as you sat up, pulling the sheet to cover yourself and looking at the floorboards of the raggedy room. 

You had learned that the men of this village did not like to be watched, most of them married and most of them carrying guilt. You had merely assumed Lord Servail to be the same. 

“Have you nothing to say, whore?” He bellows, walking across the room to grab at your chin. A moment of panic sinks in, one hand holding the sheet tight while the other grabs at his wrist in an attempt to free yourself. 

“I do not understand what you mean, sir-”

“You are boring! You just laid there like a fucking corpse-”

“That didn’t seem to stop you from finishing within a minute-” The slap sounds out and for a second you wonder what he hit, then you open your eyes and feel the stinging on your cheek to realize it had been you. 

A bitter laugh slips past your lips as you taste the iron. 

Blood trails down past your lips as tears spring up in your eyes, the sheets under you stained and ripped from the past month. You think of Geralt in this moment, wishing that you were near him even if he ignored you. 

There had always been a calming factor to the witcher that you never understood, maybe it was a feeling of safety or maybe you just liked that he never showed much anger. He took anything that affected him and made a rational judgment. 

He was a man of trust, and he had never let anything harm you. Sure he yelled at you when he thought you stupid, and made condescending remarks, but you never felt as though he would lay a hand on you. 

“Is that all?” You sniffle, reaching a hand up to stop the blood as he steps back. The man stares at you before yelling out and storming out of the room, shirt untied as well as the trousers. You hear him yelling at your Madame before he leaves and you move over to the basin in the corner to clean yourself off. 

You clean your nose before moving to clean your legs, letting the tears fall freely as you hear her heels come down the hall. 

“You’ve just cost yerself yer pay, I’ll tell you that much.” Madame snaps, the door swinging hard enough to make the wall shake as she marches in. “I told ye that Lord Servail was a valued client and you-”

“Smiled pretty and let him cum. He really didn’t complain much until it came time to pay.” You snark, watching her face pull up. “Have I any news? Anyone come to see me?” 

It had been a month, and you had kept hoping that maybe Geralt or Jaskier would come to see you. At least try to get you back, but nothing. No letters, no visits, nothing. 

“Yer Witcher isn’t comin for ya’. So I suggest you fix yerself up and get back to work.” The Madame snarls, tossing the silk robe at you before storming back out. 

That lonely feeling that clung to you the day you left never seemed to fade, it folds in around you now as you pull into yourself. Knees hugged to your chest as you hide your face and cry. 

Truly what did you expect? That he would come pounding on the door? Try to save you? The salty taste of the tears mixes in with the iron as you sob. You had been foolish, so very foolish. 

Geralt must be at least 6 towns away by now, barely even thinking of you. 

-

“I am terribly sorry to inform ye, Witcher, that my emerald is stacked up for the next week and a half.”

“Bullshit.”

She snarls at him, standing quickly and snatching a heavy book from the desk behind her before slamming it on the table. “Take a fucking look then.” 

He doesn’t waste a moment, snapping through the pages one by one until he reaches your ledgers. Your handwriting is at the top, neat and clean from the ink, dated that day you dashed from the tavern. 

The very same day he had raced over here to see you. 

The day after he had you in his arms. 

The memory of it flashes through him, the way he snatched you like a caveman. He tries to reason with himself that he believed it to be consensual, that he hadn’t realized you were under a spell. But it didn’t matter. 

He treated you in a way he swore to himself he never would, and he made you so uncomfortable that you ran. 

Bile rises in his throat as embarrassment and guilt claw through him, he snaps through your pages to see dozens of signatures on each page. “You have her seeing twelve clients each day?”

“This is a busin-”

“Is she eating enough? Sleeping enough? Are you giving her proper time to rest?”

“I’m not a fucking babysitter-”

“If you are abusing your contract then she has a right to leave!”

She stares at him, watching for a moment with wide eyes as her cheeks go red. Then she fixes herself, clearing her throat before shouting out loud. “BOYS!” He doesn’t fight it as they grab both of his arms, instead he lets them carry him to the door and throw him to the mud below. 

“Guessing she didn’t take it?” Jaskier asks, watching Geralt pick himself up, checking to make sure he still had the satchel of gold. “Surprise surprise.”

All Geralt could do at this point was grunt, moving towards Roach as the barb fixes his coat. 

“I have another job, heard whispers of a screaming creature in the woods not far off from here. Figured you’d want to go out and make more gold so we can do this all again over and over and over.” 

“She’s overworking her, I just know it. Not enough time to eat or sleep-”

“Geralt, as much as I love Y/n, I think we need to….evaluate our current situation.”

“I NEED TO -”

“Get to her. I know. I’m not saying anything otherwise. I just want you to think about whether you want her to see you like this.”

“I want to see her safe.”

“And Y/n would want the same of you. Besides, we obviously have no power against the brothel system.”

“I have fought countless beasts-”

“And I am still your only friend. It’s time you admit it Witcher, humans aren’t your best expertise.” 

If this was any other moment Geralt would ignore him, hop onto Roach and pretend the worm didn’t exist. But he was tired, so tired he truly didn’t think he could even climb onto the horse. 

“Then what do you suggest?”

“First? Sleep. Then? We find an outside source.”

- 

Two months in and winter had finally come. 

You found yourself huddling together with Snae, a brothel worker that had been here a little longer than you, but hadn’t been that much older. This had been the first night you both had off this entire time, and it hadn’t been a purposeful thing. 

There had been a ball in the village, apparently a beast had been slaughtered and most of the nobles and rich men left in their carriages far away. Which meant you were free to huddle close to your friend for warmth as you tried to fight off the winter air. 

“I imagined this brothel warmer.” She sniffles, pressing her forehead to your arm as you shiver. “I was told this was one of the best-”

“It is….. To their guests.” You laugh, tired and aching. Honestly you could barely move, and you hadn’t managed to make it at dinner hour since you had been with a client. But Snae was nice enough to sneak you in a roll of bread. 

“I want to get out of here.” She admits in a quick breath, and you can’t help but smile at the admission. 

You had often imagined ways you would escape, but the truth was you had nowhere to go and no one to leave for. What would you have if you left here? Nothing.

So instead you close your eyes, and lean into her as you whisper. “Where would you go?”

“Home. To find my sister.” 

“You have a family?” 

“A little sister, it’s why I am here. I wanted to make sure she had something to pay for food.” Something tears at your chest, and within a moment you think of a plan. 

“Then let’s get you out of here.”

It takes a mere 30 minutes to pack her a travel pack using a sheet from the bed, rushing to your room to pick up the floorboard where you keep the little pay you make, 10 silver coins. Tossing them in her satchel before tiptoeing to the attic where the largest window was. 

“Shhh.” You whisper when she slips, the wood beneath her scraping under her shoe. Helping her stand before moving to the window. Unlatching it was easy, the winter air covering both of you in a moment. “You swill slide from this section to the next. Until you make it to that tree.”

“You go first.”

“I am not coming.” You laugh, clearing some of the snow from the sill. 

“You must.” 

“No, I have nothing. Besides, one of us needs to stay and give you time.” 

“Y/n-”

“If she begins hunting you then go and find the witcher. Do you hear me?”

“He wouldn’t help someone like me.” She laughs, and you merely stare at her. 

“I think you would be surprised of just how good of a person the Witcher is, though he likes to pretend he is not.”

“What should I say to him if I must find him?”

“That the Geralt I know would keep you safe. Now go.” 

You help her climb up the sill and onto the roof, watching her slide down in the flimsy robe Madame forces you to wear and make sure she makes it to the tree safely before closing the window. 

You allow yourself one moment to press your forehead against the cold glass of it, your breath hitting the glass to form a smudge.  You imagine escaping yourself, maybe going out to find Jaskier. 

But that was unrealistic. 

And you were obviously unwanted.

-

“Please, it’s very important-” A strong female voice fills the air as Geralt breathes in the scent of roast and ale. There was also smoke from the fires but he was far too hungry to admire that scent on it’s own.  “They said that he was here and-”

“First round of ale on me.” Jaskier sings out, moving to the counter as Geralt rolls his eyes. Jaskier was carrying his gold sack so truly the first round was on him. 

He was six villages away from you right now, landing at a cheap tavern for the night before they set up camp. They were here to listen for jobs. 

The plan, as terrible as it was, had been to travel to find Yennefer and along the way they would earn some extra gold. That way when they go they can send the witch in to make the deal, or at least pretend to make the deal as she can try to sneak you out. 

It was a terrible plan……. Because it was Jaskiers plan. 

“Please, I need to find the witcher.” That draws Geralt's attention away from the hearth he had been glaring into, head whipping to spot the young woman clutching the shoulders of a little girl as she begs the man once more. “If you could just tell me where he would be staying-”

“Witchers aren’t allowed in the fucking taverns here, so shut yer trap before I put it to work-.” Before Geralt could stop himself his hand is shooting out, catching the man by the back of the neck. At his movement the hood he had been wearing falls and the people around him all quiet down. 

The womens eyes fall to him, widening. “You are just as Y/n described.”

Something tightens in his chest at the mention of your name, and he finds himself nodding to Jaskier to lead the girl outside. The air hits him, the warmth gone but there was nothing that would hinder him from the conversation. 

“You know Y/n?” His voice is rough, the heat traveling his skin hiding him from the cold. The woman's eyes are filled with tears and the young girl is shoving her face in the smallest scrap of dress he had seen, so in one quick moment he rips his hood off to hand to them. “Is that what you wear in this cold?” “Please, I… I’m from the same brothel as Y/n and she helped me escape. All my money has gone to keeping my sister warm….. Y/n said that you would help. She said the Geralt she knew would help.”

“Where is she?” His heart is thundering through his ribcage at this point, and he can see Jaskier emerging from the tavern. “Did she make it-”

“She didn’t come.”

“Why?”

“Probably scared she wouldn’t make it out. Or might believe she is all alone and has nothing to escape for.” The feminine voice makes Geralt jump through his skin. Suddenly she is there, smelling of smoke and lavender. 

“Yennefer.” Jaskier gasps, but Geralt hadn’t needed him to let him know. 

“Tell me, Geralt of Rivia, about the woman who broke the witcher.”

You were no longer tired at this point, truly you were nothing. 

You didn’t speak, missed more meal times than not from being stuck with clients and at this point you didn’t seem to care. You were just breathing, and that was as much energy as you can muster. 

Three months into this place had truly broken you. 

Yennefer thought this place smelled of urine and death, and though she respected the females brave enough to work here she had absolutely no fucking clue why any man would risk stepping in here.

 One look at the young girl passing her with a bruise on her cheek told her all she needed to know. The men that came here didn’t care about anything but getting themselves wet and letting off some steam. 

“I have a room upstairs, I charge 50 a month in rent, half your earnings are to the house and the rest belong to you.” A voice sounds out, drawing Yennerfers attention away from the young girl with the bruise, back to the raggedy woman sitting at the counter. 

“Excuse me?”

“I have a room for ye-” 

“I’m not here for a room. I’m here for a girl.” 

“Really?”

Yennefer slaps 2 gold coins onto the counter, a smirk crossing her face as the woman's eyes widen in greed. “I was told you had an emerald here.”

“You’re here for Y/n….only problem there is it’s double for her time.” Yennefer sighs, taking out one more coin and slapping it down. “I said double.”

“And I am willing to go and tell the town that your girls are sick.”

“What do you want with Y/n?”

“I figured you wouldn’t need me to explain how your business works but if you need a lesson in fucking then you would have to pay ME double.”

“She is in the top room. Don’t bother knocking.” And just like that Yennefer is moving, picking up her skirts to walk up the steps, trying not to breathe in the smells as she reaches your room. 

Just as the brothel worker said she doesn’t bother knocking, and it was clear why when she walked in. 

The beauty Geralt had described last night was still there, just one look and even Yennefer was nearly at a loss for words. But the spark, the light of you was gone. You stared at the wall before you, empty and gone. 

“Y/n?” She calls, closing the door behind her. “Y/n…”

“I can’t….she said I’d have a day.” You sob, pulling into yourself. 

“You’ll have more than a day, I can promise that.” Yennefer smiles, moving closer slowly. “Your witcher has sent me.”

“My witcher?” There it was, some of that spark. “He’s gonna be mad at me.”

“Now that I can swear on. Come.”

-

Geralt stood pacing back and forth on the pathway as he waited for Yennefers portal to open, his heart in his throat and his eyes glued to the space before him. 

Jaskier waited at the inn they had found with the girl you had saved, Snae. But for now it would just be him waiting for Yennefer, far enough from the town that they would have a head start if anyone went looking for you whilst the rest would cause a stir and send them on a chase. 

They had learned from Snae that Madame had sent a bounty out on her, so Geralt could only imagine what she would do to you. ‘Her emerald’. 

Then it was there, forming like a cloud at first until it got bigger and bigger until it began showing like a mirror. 

Then Yennefers hand came through and Geralt found himself launching forward as she stepped through, both arms wrapped around…..you.

He was there, his hands on you as soon as he could, keeping you upright as Yennefer lets go. “Y/n.”

“Please don’t be mad.” You whisper. 

“What has she done to you…..”

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Geralt loves laying his head on your stomach to rest. But not in any position, in such a way that he feels the weight of your legs on his back, your soft thighs on his shoulders, your skin prickling as he decides to kiss the inside of your thighs.

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More Geralt content PLEASEE 😭

Something angsty with a happy ending maybe

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A/N: I'm not really sure if this is the angst you had in mind but this idea has been bouncing around my head for a few days now.

Pairing: Geralt X Reader

Words: 767

Warning: blood and violence (canon level), unedited

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Your mind was woozy and spinning around the dimly lit room. Your tongue tasted metallic and vile as blood coated your tongue. 

“I won't say anything…” You repeated, your head lolling forward as you tried desperately to focus on the face in front of you. 

A few weeks ago you had come into an extremely valuable journal belonging to a long-gone member of the school of the Bear. It detailed the entire process and materials on how to turn someone into a witcher. Everyone had thought that knowledge had disappeared along with most of the witchers after the sieges, but it seems that one had the wherewithal to write it all down beforehand. 

You knew that none of the wolves supported making any more witchers, their own childhoods being proof enough of how shitty it was, but you thought it best to have in case anything catastrophic were to happen.

“You’re a bad liar. I know you found it, I just need to know where you're keeping it hidden…” He wiped the blood from his knuckles and tightened the leather straps that held you affixed to the chair. “You’re making this far harder than it needs to be…”

“You’re making it harder than it needs to be..” you tried to throw back at him, but between your swollen black eye and the concussion you're 90% sure you had some of it came out slurred and directed about 6 inches too far to the left. 

“I think you’re all done here.” A new voice came, low and familiar, and as you forced your good eye fully open you saw the familiar flash of white hair and gold eyes. 

“Geralt…” you sighed in relief. As you looked over him you saw his stance rigid with pressurized anger and something dark in those Yellow cat eyes that stirred something deep inside you. 

You let your eyes close as your Witcher rushed towards your captor, the thuds of fists against flesh echoing about the small stone room. “Geralt..?” you called after a minute, once the noises all stopped. 

“I’ve got you now, bookworm… I knew we shouldn’t have brought that journal around in the open.” came his soothing voice not far from your face. The leather straps came away from your wrists and ankles and calloused fingers gently touched your cheek. 

Geralt gently touched your split lip and busted cheek, frowning when you winced away from his caring touch. They had done so much to you and all because he had left you alone despite his better judgment.

“Come on, I’ll get you back to the Inn and get you cleaned up, and then we can have a nice dinner on me, okay? They won’t bother you again...” His words melted into you like honey and made your body instantly soften and relax. His arms wrapped around your waist to keep you upright as you raised to your feet, slightly wobbly. 

Your eye peeked open as you walked out with Geralt, catching the bloody lump of flesh that was now curled up on the floor. They might not have been dead, but you're sure they wished they were. Serves them right. 

You didn’t register most of the trip back to the inn, but you did register the sweet gentle embrace of the bed as Geralt laid you back against the blankets. The room was quiet between the two of you as he took care of you with the gentlest touch you had ever felt from him. You just caught the small smile that crossed his face as you leaned into the cold cloth he held against your bruised eye. 

“I’m proud of you, you know…” He mused quietly.

“What for? I got taken and beaten like a rookie…” 

He laughed softly, “You forget you are a rookie, sweetheart,” he said only half sarcastically, “No. It’s because I saw the scratches and bruises on that guy that took you. You fought back well- we just have a few things to work on for next time.” 

You winced as your split lip stretched into a small smile, but you couldn't help the way your witcher lit you up. “You’re a big softie, Witcher… I globe you so much..” 

He snorted and shook his head as he brushed your hair out of your face. “ Did you mean ‘love’ perchance?” 

“You mean love…” you half laughed, half grumbled as you pulled his hand over your eyes to cover the aching light that shined in your eyes. 

“Okay, I think that’s the concussion talking, sweetheart. But I ‘globe’ you too.” He said with a ridiculous grin.

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[lia-writes]

a lifetime of anticipation

pairing: geralt x princess!reader

summary: geralt helps you with your hair 

a/n: i started writing this many months ago so decided to tidy it up and here you go! i don’t know if i like this, but can add a chapter 2 (including smut) if people want more :) 

; Stretched out on his bedroll, Geralt crossed his arms beneath his head and watches silently as you attempt to untangle your hair. Your legs are folded neatly under you and your face has been twisted into a concentrated grimace since you started. 

He chuckles and when you stare at him harshly, he hesitates, averting his gaze. “Am I amusing you, Geralt?” The tone of your voice almost reminds him of Yennefer.  

“Not at all.” He goes back to staring at the ceiling and trying to forget about the raven haired mage. It had been quite some time since he’d last seen her.

Under your breath, a hiss escapes as your fingers tear through one particular knot.   

“Need a hand?” He asks and your face falls.    

“Is it that obvious, I don’t usually do this myself?” you giggle softly, and he rolls onto his side to face you, propping himself up on his elbow.   

“A little, princess.”   

“No. Not a princess. Not anymore.”   

He hums in agreement and tries to push the thought of what it would be like to run his fingers through your hair from his head. You glance at his form then, and he notices your cheeks flush, the tent suddenly feeling much smaller and a whole lot warmer.   

Last night, you’d woken in a cold sweat and the smell of burning bodies clouding your senses. Come morning, Geralt had noticed your haunted expression and innocently mentioned sharing your tent, only but to keep you safe. When Jaskier himself had cut in with a quick, “I can share…” you’d been quick to accept Geralt’s offer.  

He did make you feel safe. Even with the flickering flames on the sides of the tent, teasing your memories of what had happened only a few days ago. Plus, with Jaskier, his lute and his ego, you hardly believed there’d be room for you in the tent as well.  

After this moment of silence, your hands return to combing through your tresses and Geralt returns to losing himself in thought and ignoring the warming pull, low in his belly. When you next look his way, his eyes are shut, and you spend a while wondering if he’s truly asleep. You clear your throat – nothing.

“Geralt?”    

One eye cracks open, “hmm?”   

“Oh, I was just checking… I thought you were asleep.”  

There’s a pause where he thinks about telling you that Witcher’s don’t need sleep, and then he simply settles on asking, “do you need something?”   

“A comb at the very least, so nothing realistic.” The glint in your eye is light and Geralt chuckles breathily.   

“Well, I’ve a great many talents, princess, but producing something out of thin air is definitely, not one of them.”   

“Many talents?” you question, tone playful and egging him on. He pushes himself up to a sitting position, you hadn’t noticed the way his undershirt clung to his form before. Your heartbeat thumps in your chest and his golden eyes follow the curve of your body, down the dip at your waist… You clear your throat again, “do I want to know what you’re thinking?” your gaze drops, and you nibble at your lower lip.

Geralt ignores the desire that begins building within him. Your cheeks blush a light cherry red, and he can feel that ache, warming his veins. 

“That I think I could braid your hair better than you.”    Your jaw almost drops – almost.   

He smiles and your hands fall away from your hair.   “Is that some kind of bet, Geralt?”   

The way his name sounds gentle and soft in your voice rouses a slight warmth in his chest.  

As he opens his mouth to respond, you cut in. “Fine. Prove it.”  You turn around to face the side of the tent and find your shoulders tense as you hear Geralt eventually shuffling to sit behind you. Not after staring at your back for a while, pondering as to whether he should indulge your wish.   

He begins to feel a little out of depth, staring at your hair in the candlelight and willing himself to remember where to start. From the memory of once watching Yennefer, he separates your hair into sections and begins to fumble the beginning of a braid down your back.   

The rough pads of his fingers drag through your hair, and you fight leaning into it. Clarissa, your handmaiden, always had such a delicate touch, you would hardly notice her artfully styling your hair, until she’d show you in your small handheld mirror.  For a moment you’re lost, the sound of her screams as you’d been dragged from the room filling the silence.  

Geralt notices the way you suddenly stiffen, spine straightening and hands balling into fists in your lap. He hums a tune, likely picked up from his travels with Jaskier, or perhaps it was the one he’d overheard you singing in the garden of your home, where you’d been picking flowers in the late afternoon warmth.

“Have you ever been in love, Geralt?”   

He’s surprised at the question and his fingers pause for a moment.   

“Geralt?”   

“I’m a Witcher, princess.” Before he can continue, you’re glancing over your shoulder, his hands move with your hair to avoid hurting you.   

“And that means you’re incapable of finding love? Or are you just incapable of letting love in?”   

He chuckles at the way your brows knit together and uses his gentle grip in your hair to straighten your head.

“I am not made to fall in love”  

But when he blinks, he can see her. Violet eyes holding his stare captive, and her scent of lilac and gooseberries entangling his senses. The feeling of his hands in her hair and the sound of her in his ear.   

The moment is frozen in time within his mind. 

But the last few days, his thoughts have been flooded with you. The way you interacted with Roach, hand gentle and outstretched for her muzzle to sniff, the way you’d hummed along with Jaskier’s insistent singing, tuneful in his ear from where you sat behind him on Roach. The way your arms had fit around his waist.   The first time he’d heard you giggle, and he swore it had bathed the entire continent in warmth.    

The way Geralt’s stilled behind you in silence, tells you that love does somehow sit inside him. “I was to be wed to someone of my father’s choosing,” you sigh, “do you think that man would’ve loved me? or only loved what I can give him?” 

One of Geralt’s hands leave your hair, to pick up the ribbon at your side and he ties it around the end of the braid, casting an eye over his handiwork. He’s glad he doesn’t have a mirror. It’s much simpler than the crown of braids that had sat upon your hair the first time he’d met you.  

He thinks back to your question. “People will love you in any way that they can,”   

“So not everyone’s love will feel the same,” you do turn to face Geralt then, who still sits on your side of the tent before you admit, “I’ve only ever felt my parent’s love.”   

“You’ll know it when you feel it,” he moves away from you to return to his bedroll, and the warmth of him at your back settles deep within you instead. You swallow down your disappointment with a sigh.  

He watches as you chew on your lower lip and believes you’re about to ask him how?   

“You have good instincts, princess. Trust them.”  

For now, you pushed the longing down, and settle on your side, facing away from him.  

Everything within you had been screaming not to fall in love with Geralt.   But you weren’t a princess anymore.   And he made you feel safe.   You found it hard to deny how much you loved that feeling. 

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[mandos-things]

Cold - Geralt of Rivia

Relationship: Geralt x gn!reader

Warnings: mild swearing, nothing but fluff

Gif by @kh-ael

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"You're chattering."

"Am not."

Jaskiers snores ripped through the silence of the forest.

You, Geralt and Jaskier made camp not far from the main road. The night air was light, relentless. Despite the crackling of the fire, the air tore right through your covers and into your very bones.

"Mm. Suppose its a squirrel then. Must be dearly regretting not buying the extra skins their wise friend had suggested they buy only two towns over."

"F-fuck off," you shivered. You would've laughed at his Geralt-like attempt at a joke if you weren't so fucking freezing...

"Come here," the gruffness of his voice slices through your regret-riddled thoughts.

"Wh-what?"

He deeply sighs, and moves to hold open his thick fur coat. An invitation. One that any other day you would've had the sense to question.

But you would sacrifice your dignity for warmth tonight.

So you shuffled, albeit clumsily to where he sat, just next to a fallen log. You pretend you don't see the little smirk he makes as you trip and shake your way over to him.

"A-Asshat," you huff as you move to lay down, his arm moving to rest over your waist once you've settled.

You breathe a relieved sigh at the heat. His warmth hugged you tightly, shivers dying down with every stroke of his hand along your spine.

"Mmmthankyou," you sleepily murmur. He kisses the top of your head in response.

"We'll stock up again tomorrow."

His other hand rests lovingly along the side of your face.

"Rest now, little one. I've got you."

~~~~~

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[crazypaperwasteland]

Will You Always Return to Me?

Summary:  Y/n promised to always return to Geralt during the winter months, she promised she would never let anything stop her, and for a century she kept that promise. Up until the day that she didn’t.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: Hinting of sex, mentions of cities being destroyed, Ciri being an orphan, just a lot of fluffiness

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She was late. She was never late coming back to Kaer Morhen. While all the other witchers in the room celebrated those of us who survived another year, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to her. I drank from my tankard while sitting on the bench, my eyes focusing on the floor. 

“Geralt?” I heard Ciri softly call, I turned my head to look at her expectantly, grunting. “You said she’d be here.” I’d told her about (Y/N), a mistake probably. I’d gotten Ciri’s hopes up that she’d have another girl around. I was so sure she’d make it. 

“She will be, Ciri,” I assured her, or myself, it was unclear who I was trying to convince. I took another sip of ale, saying something against the rim, “She always is.”

“Lambert said that every year less and less of you return,” Ciri mentioned cautiously, testing the waters of my patience. “That sometimes there’s just that one monster that gets the best of you.”

“Ciri,” I sighed, setting down my tankard, she scooted a bit away from me as I turned my entire body to face her. “I understand that it is hard for you to comprehend all of this, but none of us want to talk about the possibility that some of us won’t ever come back here.”

“Then…. Tell me about her,” Ciri offered. “You’ve mentioned she was important to you, and that I’d like her, but you haven’t said much more.” I gave her a stern look, “you don’t want to talk about her being dead, so talk about her being alive. You became witchers together, and her being the only female witcher, I’m sure you have a lot of interesting stories about her. So share a few with me while we wait.”

I felt dread pool in my gut just thinking about her being dead, if she didn’t show up within the next day, she likely was. Because she was never late, she made sure she wasn’t. Ciri was right, for once, it would help to remember her in the days when she was alive. 

“(Y/N) was….headstrong. You couldn’t tell her anything, if someone told her she couldn’t complete a trial of training, she proved them wrong, before we became witchers, Vesemir would try to tell her she was stupid for choosing to take the serum when it killed countless other girls who tried, she proved him wrong too.” I slouched on the bench, “one time, on one of the more difficult courses on this mountain, several of us boys were trying to complete it, but we just couldn’t seem to get past the spinning spike wheel, we risked getting impaled everytime we tried.”

“I’m guessing she showed you all up,” Ciri added. 

I hummed and nodded with a soft smile, a rarity for me, but it was becoming more common while Ciri was with me. I wondered what (Y/N) would think if she met the princess, she’d probably warm up to her quickly, Ciri would surely warm up to her even quicker though. 

“She’d followed us to the course and well…” I trailed off, “she shoved me off of it while I was mid-climb,” I shook my head with a chuckle. “And when she got to that spike wheel, she simply climbed the spikes onto the top and hopped off of it onto the next obstacle.”

“Wow,” Ciri looked towards the doors, “she’ll be here, Geralt. A woman who could survive the witcher serum can surely survive whatever is out there. And there is a snow storm out there.”

I nodded once, “yes, indeed there is.” I shook my head, “she promised that she’d always return to us.” Me. She promised she’d return to me, not everyone else in the room. “And for over a century, she has kept that promise.”

“She won’t stop now,” Lambert cut in, “something tells me she’ll be entering shortly.” I furrowed my brow at his comment, I narrowed my eyes and looked off to the side, listening. Footsteps, coming from outside Kaer Morhen. 

The doors were pushed open, and my hope was crushed. Eskel. We said our hellos, but I couldn’t help but deflate for a moment. Before Eskel chuckled, “look who I found standing outside in the snow.”

Then I turned and saw her, time seemed to have slowed down. Her (h/c) hair was shorter than I’d last seen her with, like she’d cut it a few months prior. I felt my mouth open slightly, in shock. 

I ran and picked her up off the stone floor, spinning her around, she put her hands on my shoulders, cackling in her ‘ugly’ laugh that she’d told me once that she despised. I set her down on the ground when she tapped my shoulder, letting me know she wanted down. 

I pulled away and took in her appearance, she hadn’t aged a day since I last saw her, the winter prior. She grinned at me, “well, Geralt, I didn’t expect such a warm welcome. Maybe a hug, but nothing more than that.” Lies. She definitely expected more than a hug. 

Eskel chuckled, knowing full well what was on both mine and (Y/N)’s minds at the moment, “she was outside petting Roach. The damn horse wouldn’t let her leave it. I think it missed her too much.”

“Perhaps,” (Y/N) trailed off, her eyes drifting to Ciri. Then her eyes flicked back to mine in something like wonder for a moment, “your Child of Surprise.” She strolled over with a huge, warm smile on her face. 

One would think she would just introduce herself, shake Ciri’s hand, that’s what I expected her to do. But no. (Y/N) pulled Ciri into a hug when the girl stood to greet her. “I’ve been dying to meet you for such a long time, Princess.” Ciri froze for a moment, not knowing what to do, she glanced nervously at me over (Y/N)’s shoulder before she wrapped her arms around (Y/N) in return. Sinking into the warm hug of another person for the first time in months. 

“Geralt didn’t mention that you were a hugger in the time we’ve been waiting for you,” Ciri tried to joke when (Y/N) pulled away, Ciri played with the sleeves of her dress. “Most Witchers, I’ve learned, are not huggers.”

“I’m one of a kind,” (Y/N) smiled widely, “I apologize for keeping you boys waiting,” she turned to face the other Witchers, she went and gave each of them a hug, which they gladly returned, surprisingly, even Vesemir. “I’m afraid I was in Cintra when it fell and ran into some difficulty getting here quick enough.”

Ciri’s face fell a bit, blinking, she said, “you were in Cintra?”

(Y/N) turned her body to face both the Witchers and Ciri, “I knew your great grandmother, Princess, and your grandmother. Cintra was as much my home as it was yours, I was hoping that Cintra would hold out.” (Y/N) looked at Ciri sympathetically, I had no idea that (Y/N) held Cintra so dearly in her heart, there were still things I didn’t know about her. “Besides, I knew Geralt would come after you to protect you, I figured he might want a bit of help.”

I felt my heart beating a bit faster at her words. She’d gone into the hellhole that was Cintra for me and Ciri, she’d gone at risk to herself. I knew that she loved me, I’d known for the century of my existence that she loved me. But sometimes I needed a reminder of just how much she loved me, even if we never saw each other. 

“Now, Princess, what should I call you?” (Y/N) asked. 

“Um… just Ciri is fine,” Ciri told her. 

“Perfect,” (Y/N) grinned. 

For the rest of the night, I watched from a distance, how in a few hours, she managed to make Cirilla laugh more than I bet she had in the entire time since her home was taken from her. But I was impatient. I sent Ciri to bed long before I needed to, despite her protests. Just to get (Y/N) alone. 

(Y/N) giggled as I tugged her into an empty corridor, shutting the double doors behind me, I pushed her against the wall. On instinct, her hands flew to my chest to brace herself. I was driven by pure need at that point, I just needed to kiss her. 

So I did. 

I crashed my lips down onto hers, her giggles muffled as she ran her hands up my chest, over my shoulders and into my hair. Tugging on it, drawing a loud groan from my throat to muffle against her lips. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders to pull me closer. 

For several minutes, all I could do was kiss the hell out of her. Until it gradually got softer and I pulled back from her, but I didn’t stray far, I leaned my forehead against hers, rubbing our noses together. Just holding her close to me, my hands on her waist that I couldn’t bring myself to loosen. 

“You returned to me,” I gulped, taking a breath. It had been a century and she still took my breath away, she was still able to drive me mad with need. My heart was racing in my chest, almost like a human heart once again instead of a mutant’s heart. “I was afraid there for a second that you wouldn’t this time.”

She shushed me, not saying anything, she only kissed me again, hard, tugging on my hair once more. “No words, my love,” she whispered, “just let me enjoy you.” She tugged me into one of the bedrooms in the hallway we were in, while it was almost unbearably cold in those rooms on the regular, we were quickly able to warm each other up. 

After an uncharted amount of time, she rested on my chest, our bodies slick with sweat, she traced figures on my chest, staring off into space while I ran my fingers through her hair. Moments like this one were hard to come by, moments where it’s just us and we can pretend to be the things we weren’t anymore. Just human. 

“I like her,” (Y/N) whispered to me, “Ciri. She has heart, and she’s sweet.” I grunted in agreement, untangling the knots formed in her hair with my fingers delicately. “She thinks you can walk on water, you know.”

“That’s not something I-”

“I mean, Geralt,” she started, cutting in, “that she thinks very highly of you. She thinks you invented air. Honestly, that’s all we talked about. You. She looks up to you.”

“So that’s what had the both of you laughing so much,” I grumbled, shaking my head with no real irritation. “She likes you too, I can tell.” (Y/N) hummed, “she does. She was so excited to meet you, (Y/N). And I could see it when you hugged her earlier, you’re exactly what she needed.”

“Am I now?”

“Yes, you are,” I sighed, “she needs someone who understands her, and I think that you understand her better than any of us here. You can give her more than I can.”

“That’s entirely untrue,” (Y/N) objected. “However, I will stay for as long as she needs me.” (Y/N) told me, “as long as you need me.” I furrowed my brow at that, wondering what she meant. Was she really saying what I thought she was saying? 

“You would…” I trailed off, swallowing, “you would give up hunting to-”

“For you and Ciri, yes, I would,” (Y/N) cut in so that I didn’t have to finish my sentence. She leaned up and softly kissed my lips. “I’m sorry I frightened you, by not getting here sooner. But I’m not leaving ever again, not until you send me away, so you don’t need to worry about that anymore.” She ran a hand through my chest hair, setting her temple back down on my rising and falling chest. 

“I really thought you were gone this time,” I grunted sadly, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“You should have more faith in me, love,” she rolled out of bed and moved to pull on her clothes, picking them up off the floor. While she slipped her undergarments on, she turned back to face me, top half still entirely exposed to my eyes. “I made you a promise, didn’t I?” She grinned at me, “I’ll always return to you. You have no reason to worry, my love. Nothing will ever stop me from keeping that promise.”

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