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seidenbros · 2 years

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Hellooo :))) I hope I can send in a kinda smutty imagine with Geralt, where you're on the Road with him and he slowly fell in love with you but doesnt want to admit it. So when you're both staying at Kaer Morhen he trains you how to fight (cause you’re pretty clumsy), which leads on top of him after a failed move on your side. He cant resist you anymore and starts kissing you and carries you to his room where you end up in love making and later cuddling ? :) Thank you dear!

Hellooo! :) Thank you for this request and of course you can request this! I'm just always a little self-conscious when it comes to postig smut, because I'm never sure of it's any good, but hey, as long as I have fun writing it, right? And sorry that it took so long to write, it was just rather stressfull the last couple of days, even weeks, but writing gave me a way to escape all that at least a little bit

(I’m always happy to receive requests, so if you want to, send some in. If you need inspiration, here are some prompt lists )

Warnings: smut 18+, minors DNI Word count: 4101

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Bottled-Up Feelings

It was your second year travelling with Geralt, and the first year, he'd left you in your hometown for the winter, but had picked you up once he'd come back in the springtime. This year, though, he was taking you with him to Kaer Morgen, to train you – that was his reasoning at least. It was the perfect place to improve your skills, because you had the time and the equipment. Not that he would put you through the things he'd gone through, since you were human after all, but it would be easier to do it there, instead of on the road. Sure, he'd shown you a thing or two, had taught you how to wield a sword, how to protect yourself, but there was still a lot you could learn – and he'd feel better if you did, because he wasn't always there to protect you. He tried, and he wanted to be there, but there would always be moments, where you weren't in his line of vision. One more reason why he took you to the keep with him, so that he wouldn't have to worry about you all the time.

Last winter had been hard on him, though he hadn't liked to admit it even to himself, but his brothers had pointed out multiple times how much he was talking about you, how his face lit up when he mentioned you name. Geralt had avoided them as much as he could after that conversation, but in the end, he'd had to admit that they were right. But he'd never made advances towards you, swore himself that he never would, because you deserved better than him, better than a Witcher.

What he didn't know, though, was that you were feeling the same way. Not at first, but by now, you'd developed feelings for Geralt as well. Later than he had done, but nobody knew about it, since you kept these matters close to your heart. You'd only realised it a couple of weeks ago. Geralt had been a friend to you, a protector, someone you knew you could trust. He'd gotten you out of precarious situations multiple times, and he'd do it again. Of course, he'd lectured you about it afterwards, but he'd quickly gone from angry to concerned, as soon as you'd apologized.

You'd gotten yourself in trouble more times than you'd like to admit, but you were trying not to put your foot in your mouth that often. That was your biggest problem: That big mouth of yours. You often spoke before you thought about your words, and your clumsiness made it even worse. But all these things were the little things that Geralt loved. Sure, he would sleep better if he knew that you weren't getting yourself in trouble that much, but he would be alright – as long as you were sleeping close to him and he knew that nothing would happen to you.

He took you to Kaer Morhen earlier than he usually went back home, so that you could get acquainted with the place, get to know Vesemir before you met the other Witchers. Geralt knew that it wouldn't be an easy meeting, especially since Lambert was always a little... well, not so welcoming to strangers, so it was probably good, if you knew your way around the keep and already had Vesemir on your side.

And you did! Vesemir had already heard about you, so he was curious to get to know you.

“Geralt didn't shut up about you the last time, he was home,” Vesemir had said upon meeting you, making you smile immediately. You could have sworn Geralt's cheek had turned pink, but you knew that Witchers didn't blush. At least, that was what he claimed, but you'd already seen it happen.

Geralt had shown you around, had brought you to you room, which was right around the corner from his room. By now, it was getting colder, but no snow had fallen so far. It was still warm enough outside when the sun was out, but the nights were beginning to get cold, so Geralt had made you a fire in the fireplace for the night. Of course, you hadn't slept the first night. On the road, you didn't have trouble falling asleep, knowing that Geralt was right there, and even though he was just in another room here... it was not the same. You needed a couple of hours, but then you'd fallen asleep – finally.

The next morning, Geralt knocked on the door to your room, but you were already awake, not really well-rested, but ready to start the day.

“Did you sleep alright?” Geralt asked, leading you down to the kitchen so that you two could get some breakfast.

“Not much, but it was okay,” you answered with a smile. You'd get used to it eventually, it was just that everything was new.

“Nobody really sleeps the first night, they're here. But after our training, you can get lots of rest. But first, we need some breakfast.” You needed it. Geralt could go without it, but he'd make sure that you would eat something before he showed you to surroundings and started the training he wanted to complete with you today.

Once you finished breakfast, Geralt waved goodbye to Vesemir who wanted to get some supplies, and lead you outside. When you'd arrived, it had already been dark, so now, you could see the view that stretched out before you. It was absolutely beautiful, and you already knew that you would spend some of the days out here, just enjoying the view. But not now, not today. Geralt showed you around, told you about the things he'd experienced here, though he didn't tell you everything – and you knew why. He didn't want you to hear about the horrible things. Things he'd told you late at night, when you'd both not been able to sleep, and he'd let you in on what had been going on inside his mind, what thoughts had kept him awake. It was better to focus on the positive experiences, so he told you about these. How, when they'd still been children, he'd run around with Eskel here, trying to determine who was faster.

“Ready?” Geralt asked once you'd finished your rounds and he'd taken you to the training ground. You wouldn't make do with anything that was here at the moment, but just practice dodging some hits and swings.

“As ready as I can be,” you said with an uncertain smile. Of course you knew that Geralt wouldn't hurt you, that he'd stop before he actually hit you, but you wanted to show him that you'd improved, that you were getting better, and that made you nervous.

“We're taking it slow, alright?” Geralt smiled, because he could feel how nervous you were, could hear your increased heartbeat. He knew that you'd try your best, but it was okay to make mistakes, because you could learn from them.

You were off to a good starts. Geralt explained what he would do and how you had to react, how you could counter his attack, and you succeeded. Maybe, you were a little too happy with your success, because your next move made you knock Geralt over, and you followed suit. The only difference was that Geralt's back hit the hard ground, while your fall was cushioned by his body. You landed right on top of him, your body flush against his, your eyes still closed from anticipating the impact. Slowly, you opened your eyes, but when you looked right into Geralt's eyes, your cheeks flushed pink due to a mixture of embarrassment because you'd knocked both of you down, and being so close to him – on top of him.

“I'm so, so sorry, Geralt, I think I tripped or got my foot tangled,” you tried to explain, playing back what had just happened, but you couldn't say for sure what had happened. “Are you okay?” Deep down, you knew that Geralt couldn't really be hurt, maybe a little discomforted, but a part of you still worried, so you had to make sure.

“More than okay,” Geralt mumbled, his eyes fixed on you. Beneath your hand on his chest, you could feel his heart beat faster, something you'd never experienced before. You'd fallen asleep with your head on his chest after a particularly exhausting day like this, and when you'd woken up still in his arms, you'd realised what you were feeling for him, had admitted these feelings to yourself.

He should get up with you, put some distance between the two of you, return to teaching you... something. But he couldn't even think straight right now. Your scent filled his nose and clouded his mind. His eyes dropped to your lips, but what made him lose control were your fingertips that dug into his chest. He raised his right hand to brush some loose strands from your face, before he ran his fingers along your cheek to the back of your neck, carefully pulling you closer so that he could seal your lips with his. It was not what he had planned to do at all, because he'd actually wanted to keep his feelings, his desires to himself, but apparently he'd turned his head off.

He caught you off guard with this, but that surprise quickly vanished, and was instead replaced by the soft feeling of his lips against yours, by the warmth that spread through your chest and settled in the pit of your stomach. Was this some kind of dream? The grip that tightened on you arm told you that it wasn't, that this was indeed happening.

It was you who deepened the kiss, who suddenly wanted more, because now that you'd started this, you didn't want it to end, wanted more of him, more of this. Geralt groaned deep in his throat, his fingers tangling in your hair. He'd been thinking about this, dreaming about it for so long, he could hardly believe that it was really happening, especially because he'd never wanted to take that step, but right now, he wouldn't think about it any more.

You wanted him, you wanted more than this. Once you'd ripped your lips from his, you sat up slowly, ground your hips against him. His moan sent another shiver down your spine, which settled right between your legs. You could see the fire in his eyes, something you'd seen before, but which had never been directed at you.

Geralt grabbed hold of your hips and rolled over with you, but instead of kissing you again, which your lips were already aching for, he got up and left you without the warmth of his body. For a moment, you thought he'd simply walk away, that he might be angry with you for something, but then he leaned forward to take your hands and help you up.

“Not the right place,” he said, holding your hand in his, before he turned around to walk swiftly back with you to the keep, to get inside, where it was warmer. You were only able to take two steps, when you felt the pain in your ankle that gave in beneath you.

“What's wrong?”

“I think I hurt my ankle.”

You looked down, but due to the boots you were wearing, you couldn't see anything. Geralt didn't want to waste time as it seemed – and to be fair, neither did you – and gathered you in his arms so that he could carry you inside. As soon as you opened your mouth to protest, because you could still walk, he kissed you to shut you up. Needless to say, that worked wonders, because that kiss settled right in your chest. You knew that you wouldn't be able to win such an argument with him anyway, so instead, you enjoyed being this close to him, being taken care of.

Geralt carried you all the way to his room and set you down on his bed. Before he did anything else, he lit the fire to make the room nice and cosy – more for you, because he knew how quickly you got cold. Right now, you were anything but cold. Your body felt like it was on fire, but you needed more of what you'd already shared with him.

Without a word, Geralt carefully took off your boots to inspect your foot. Gentle fingers touched your skin, when he pushed your pants a little bit up to get a better look at your injury.

“I think some rest will do. No training tomorrow, and for the rest of today: bedrest.”

“But not without you,” you said immediately, reaching for his hand. His lips twitched up into a smile, before he joined you on the bed.

“Did you really think, I'd leave you alone here now?”

“Well... I was hoping you wouldn't, so that we could pick up where we left off.”

That was everything Geralt needed to hear, because in a matter of seconds, his lips were on yours again. Still sweet and soft, but also more demanding, which made you sigh into the kiss. You ran your fingers through his hair, scraped his neck with your fingernails, before you grabbed hold of his shoulder with one hand, when you felt his hand on your breast. A gentle squeeze before he rubbed his thumb over your nipple that was already erect beneath the fabric.

Geralt scraped his teeth over your bottom lip, started kissing down the side of your neck, taking his time while doing so. He only stopped to take off your clothes and throw them aside, but then he connected his lips with your soft skin again. He ran his fingertips along your side, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touched, while he pressed open-mouthed kisses further down until he reached your breast. He looked up to you for a moment, but then he pulled your nipple between his lips, sucked hard on it, which elicited another moan from your lips.

“Fuck... Geralt,” you breathed, digging your nails into his shoulder again for a moment, but you quickly let go again, ran your hand along his arm, feeling all the scars that adorned his body. They were a part of him, told their own stories. Some people might look away from them, might think them ugly, but for you, they were just a part of the man you loved. His scars didn't change the way you saw him one bit.

Geralt sat up once more to rid you of your pants as well, to have you naked right in front of him. Feeling his eyes all over your body, you felt the urge to cover yourself, a moment of insecurity, but Geralt smiled down at you, taking all that uncertainty and insecurity away.

“You're absolutely marvellous,” he said shaking his head, as if he couldn't believe it himself. No man had ever made you feel so safe, so cherished as Geralt managed to do.

You sat up just so far that you could put your hand to his cheek and guide him back down to you, so that you could kiss his lips. Geralt rocked his hips against you, making you feel just what you were doing to him, making you suck in a breath from the friction he was creating.

“Off!” you demanded, bunching up his tunic, trying to get it off him, but you weren't able to do that alone. Geralt had to do his part as well, but instead, he grabbed the tunic himself and pulled it over his head.

“Much better.”

Your words made him chuckle, but that chuckle died down when he felt your hand on the bulge in his pants, when you palmed his cock. Geralt started kissing your body again, your collarbone down to your sternum, before he paid special attention to your nipples again. At the same time, he ran his hand up your thigh, getting closer to where you wanted and needed to feel him the most, but before he reached that spot, he stroked back down towards your knee, knowing how much he was teasing you with that. To get a little revenge, you tightened your grip on his cock, making him groan deep in his chest again.

That was the moment that Geralt chose to give you what you wanted and needed, when he slid his fingers between your already wet folds, catching you by surprise. Without a warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, making you moan his name. Your fingers wrapped around his forearm for a second, but then you ran them up his arm to his chest again.

He moved his fingers agonizingly slow inside you so that you moved your hips against him, wanting more of what he was giving you. Geralt wasn't having it, so he put his arm over your hips, pinning you in place.

“That's not fair,” you whispered breathlessly, trying to pout, but the next moan broke from your lips, shattering that look on your face immediately.

“I don't always play fair, you know that.”

Which... was an exaggeration, you knew that, but right now was not the moment to discuss or argue about that. Especially not when he lapped his tongue against your clit. You were already sensitive, knew that it wouldn't take you long to reach your climax. Geralt kept going, flicking his tongue against your clit again and again, watching your every reaction, especially when he curved his fingers upward and hit the right spot. With that, he made you come undone, made your body go tense beneath him, your inner walls contract around his fingers. Your moans were music to his ears, and he enjoyed every second of it, kept going while you were riding your high.

Only when you went limp, breathing heavily, did he pull back and sit up to watch you for a moment. Your head was still spinning, but you felt him move. When you opened your eyes, you could see him taking off the rest of his clothes, before he joined you again. You reached out your hand to place it on his chest, a content smile on your lips.

“You need a break?” he asked with a smile, leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. You seized that moment to put your hand on his cheek and kiss him once again. You also wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him closer to you. When you felt his cock against your folds, you shivered slightly.

“All I need is you,” you whispered then kissed him again. Geralt used his hand to guide his cock to your entrance, dragged it through your fold a couple of times before he slowly pushed inside you. Too slow for your liking, because you wanted to feel him fill you up, but once he was buried completely, you felt like you were able to breathe again. Geralt gave you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him. It was a sweet kind of pain, that eased once he started to move, once it was replaced by the sheer pleasure that consumed your body.

“You're so beautiful,” Geralt whispered against your lips, slow thrusts meeting the movement of your hips, driving you nearly insane. He gently cupped your face when he kissed you again, dragged his lips over your cheek to the side of you neck down to your shoulder.

“Geralt... you won't break me. I'm not that fragile,” you said with a smile, your fingernails running up and down his back next to his spine. It was probably exactly what he'd needed to hear, because he finally picked up his pace. His teeth scraped against your shoulder, before he straightened up. He only pulled out so that he could sit up in his knees. Grabbing you by the hips, he pulled you closer, buried himself inside you again with a long, hard thrust that left you breathless for a moment, before you moaned his name again.

He'd switched the angle like this, hitting just the right spot with his thrusts now, that weren't as gentle and slow as they had been in the beginning, and you loved everything about this. If he kept going like this, it wouldn't take you long to come once more. As if he knew it, he ripped one hand from your hip and started rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Oh fuck... Geralt... fuck.” You only managed incoherent words, not really what you wanted to tell him. Geralt kept going, increased his tempo even a bit more, which pushed you over the edge, made you come again, nearly screaming his name this time, as he fucked you through your orgasm to stretch it out.

Seeing the pleasure on your face, hearing his name from your lips, made Geralt nearly combust. It was a sight he wanted to see more often and he hoped that he would.

The movements of his hips became more erratic, his grip tightened around your hip, when he felt his own orgasm overcome him. He spilled inside you with a few more thrusts, before he practically collapsed on top of you. Just for a moment, his full body weight was on you, but you didn't mind. In fact, it felt good, but Geralt was afraid that he would crush you, so he propped himself up on his forearms.

You opened your eyes to look at him, to push the sweaty hair from his face and kiss his lips. Your lips lingered on his for a moment, before Geralt slowly pulled back again.

“I'll be back in just a second,” he said before he got up and vanished, leaving you worried, but when he returned with a cloth and cleaned you up, you felt nothing but love for this man. He was so gentle and caring, which you'd never experienced with anybody else.

Once he was finished, Geralt lay back down beside you and pulled you into his arms. No, he definitely didn't want to leave right now, instead he'd rather spend his time cuddling here with you – and figuring out what exactly had just happened and where that would lead.

“Y/N...” he said quietly, running his fingertips up and down your spine, holding you close to him. “I never expected this to happen and honestly... I never intended for it either.”

His words made your whole body stiffen. Was he going to tell you that you had to leave now? That it could never happen again?

“But I am glad that it did.”

Okay, that at least made you a little calmer, but you were still worried about what he wanted to tell you with that.

“I just...” Geralt sighed, trying to find the right words. “I've been in love with you for more than a year, but I just never wanted to make you feel like you had to stay with me. You deserve someone better, Y/N. Someone who can give you the life you deserve, who can give you a family.”

“Okay, stop that right now.” You sat up so that you could look at him. Concern was showing all over his face. “Geralt... Why do you think I came along with you? Why I stayed with you? Do you think I want a life in a small town? I could have had that, but instead I started travelling with you.”

You put your hand on his chest, right over his heart.

“You are everything I need in this life. You are the one who makes me happy, never doubt that, okay?”

Geralt was stunned by your words, but he still managed to smile. He covered your hand with his, gave it a little squeeze, before he raised your hand to press a kiss to your palm.

“Okay.”

You knew that it would take some time to really convince him that you meant what you'd just said, that you didn't want any other man, another life, but you would gladly tell him every day if it meant that you could be happy together.

With a smile on you lips, you settled back into his arms, leaned your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes. This right here, this was what you wanted and needed in life. The man you loved.

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podcastenthusiast · 2 years

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A fic featuring: ace Geralt, some trauma, discussion of consent, and a whole lot of love.

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Touch is difficult for Geralt. Desire, too; witchers are made to want nothing except to serve their purpose. He wants even less, yet somehow more than he should.

He's been known to spend months, even years, on the Path with only Roach for company. Never touching anyone beyond the brush of hands as coins are exchanged. He will go to brothels occasionally--let the whores trace his scars, cataloging each one like it's evidence of something, asking for the story behind it. He satisfies their curiosity and fucks them, too, because he knows how this transaction works, what is expected. He gives them whatever they want, and takes what pleasure he's supposed to. It's too much and it's over too soon.

Sometimes he leaves the brothel feeling lighter, almost like a person. Other times he is empty, bereft of that warmth, and unsure why he can't feel the way others do.

Geralt has theories. He keeps them to himself. Doesn't even tell Roach.

One theory goes like this: witchers are rendered sterile by the mutations, and Geralt was given an extra dose. Maybe that stripped away his sexual desire as well as his capacity to procreate. Or maybe it's still in there somewhere, buried deep along with a majority of his emotions and the kid he once was.

Maybe it has nothing to do with being a witcher at all. His brothers don't seem to share the same experience.

And Jaskier isn't at all like him; he loves fiercely and loudly. Jumps into bed with practically anyone who's willing. He will meet a barmaid and perform a ballad he wrote about her all in the same evening.

So it shouldn't be a surprise that Jaskier's soft heart has room in it for Geralt, too, but it is. It's also a surprise when the bard stays, like no one ever has before.

They share a bed now, as they have many times, but it's different as lovers. At first Geralt assumes Jaskier simply wants sex, and is fine with giving him what he needs.

But the bard loves to please others. Jaskier asks what he wants, and Geralt replies, "Nothing."

Truer than it's ever been, in this context.

"Everyone wants something. Even you."

"I..."

I just want you to stay. He can't say it. He is a creature defined by what he lacks--desires, fears, feelings, humanity. He has little to offer Jaskier or Yennefer or anyone else, just danger or a quick fuck. It isn't enough. He has no business asking for anything. He was made to be useful.

"Geralt?"

"Hm?"

"That's all right. We'll figure it out together. For now let's take things slow, yeah?"

"Been twenty years."

"And I wouldn't trade them for all the wine in Toussaint. But this--" He kisses Geralt's neck. "--is new."

"Hmm."

"I just want you to be comfortable, dear witcher."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

It's too quick. Defensive. Like parrying before your opponent even draws their sword.

"Well...I know you feel things differently." Fuck. Fuck! He knows. "Heightened senses and all that. I imagine it could make certain things...a bit intense."

He doesn't know. He can't.

"I'll be fine."

"And if we do have sex, I want it to be good for you. Because...honestly, Geralt, you deserve pleasant things, more than you know. You always say you don't want anything."

"I don't."

"And that scares me to death, darling." Jaskier's voice is low, suddenly breaking. "There's no shortage of awful people out there who will at best take that as an invitation not to care, or at worst to hurt you."

The wolf inside him snarls. He's not weak. Witchers might be harmed in battle, never in bed. But he takes a breath and tries to hear what Jaskier is really saying. He owes him an attempt at decent communication.

"Jaskier," he says. "You'd never hurt me."

"Not intentionally, no, which is why I need you to talk to me. Tell me if I ever do something you don't like, even if you've liked it in the past, and I'll stop."

Jaskier's calloused fingers idly trace a scar below his collarbone. He won't ask about its origin because he doesn't need to; he was there. Geralt's muscles grow tense even so.

"Stop," he snaps before he can think better of it. Jaskier stops immediately. His hands withdraw from the witcher's skin, and Geralt knows he just fucked up everything. He couldn't bear even that and now his bard is never going to touch him again and so few are unafraid, fewer still truly know him--

"Thank you," Jaskier says. He doesn't sound angry or upset. He sounds almost proud. "Can I ask-- Are you feeling overwhelmed emotionally, or was it the touching? And don't you dare give me that tired 'witchers don't have feelings' line right now."

"Touch," Geralt manages although, if he were honest, it's both.

There are times he can't stand to be touched at all, Jaskier has seen that-- after a hunt, when the lingering effects of his potions make the world feel impossibly sharp. But there are other times. There are safe people and places and Jaskier never looks at him like he's a curiosity, an inhuman thing, but Geralt's body doesn't always know that.

"You don't want to be touched right now?"

Geralt shakes his head. Then shrugs. Nods.

"I really need some words here, love."

"It's. The scars."

"Oh. Gods, I'm sorry. Do they hurt?"

Scars trouble him the least of his old wounds. They itch, sometimes, but they don't hurt in the way, for example, his knee aches when it's going to rain. Scars are an absence of pain. Of anything. Sometimes a reminder.

"No. Just numb." He takes a breath. Averts his eyes and counts the stitches on the blanket. "Most people I'm with... it's all they see. Like to touch the scars. I can't feel it. They ask questions; I tell them or I don't. Over either way."

They leave, he means. Or he leaves first. That fucking mountain. He's run out of words. His throat feels tight.

When he looks up again, Jaskier's eyes brim with tears.

"You are so much more than that to me, dear heart."

"I know," Geralt says, and finds that, quite unexpectedly, he believes it.

"Is-- Would a hug be okay? Honest answer only."

Geralt nods, and the bard pulls him in close.

"You know," says Jaskier after a while. He never could let silence remain unfilled. Geralt is grateful. "There are artists who mend pottery by carefully filling the cracks with gold. It's beautiful."

"Sounds excessive. Just make another bowl."

"It adds to the complexity, the beauty of the whole. I'm trying to say that's how I see you."

"As broken pottery to fix?"

"Gods, no. As someone who's survived so much, and is very dear to me. But your scars, your lovely eyes and your hair, all of it-- They're not everything you are, nor is witchering, despite what ignorant fools or careless bed partners may think."

But Jaskier has mended something. His reputation, for a start. His wounds on numerous occasions. And... more than that, besides, he thinks.

When Geralt finally does tell Jaskier the truth about his desires, or lack thereof, he'll think about that and form a new theory. Maybe he isn't a broken thing after all, and even if he is, maybe that can be okay.

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annmarcus63 · 1 year

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It's a pleasant night. His belly is full, his feet throbs after dancing all over the tavern like he was the eighteen-year-old bard he used to be. He's no longer that foolish child, not after everything. The only thing, the only one, who remains from the eighteen-year-old Jaskier is Geralt. Jaskier smiles at the thought.

Speaking of certain witcher, he's sitting on the chair by the window, the light from the fire coloring his side with an auspicious orange hue. He’s so handsome.

It's been a while since the last time he traveled with Geralt, quite a while since the last time they were traveling to a big town. Oxenfurt specifically. That's the reason he feels so content, lightheaded in the best of ways and a little bit excited. You see, he's received a letter from the university. He will be named Artist of the Decade in a major award (obviously) as part of the Oxenfurt Music and Arts festival. Artist of the decade, him, Jaskier. Valdo Marx shited in his pants when the results were published, Jaskier imagines.

"I hope he'd be there! I want to see his cherry plump face when I'm called to the stage. ‘Vulgar art’ he said, he called me untalented, the bastard" The bard is beginning to remove his clothes before going to bed, he's undoing the laces of his boots while talking like eighteen-year-old Jaskier used to. "I'm sure he'll be there. That snake. There was a time he told everyone at the music guild that the lyrics of my song were false, that you weren't even my friend!”

"The lyrics are not exactly true" says Geralt in the background, Jaskier ignores him.

"Oh oh oh I want to see his face when he sees you there"

“Jaskier” Geralt calls

"Take that mister 'i'm better than you' "

“Jaskier” Geralt calls

"Yes, darling?" Jaskier responds with affectionate exasperation. He's having a big monologue here and that's the moment Geralt decides he wants to add to the conversation. He's been quiet lately.

"I'm not going" Jaskier feels a cold blow on the center of his chest. His heart hunching on itself at registering those words. He understands perfectly well what he witcher means but decides to play dumb anyway. "Where, darling?" and apparently Geralt wants to play dumb too because he stays silent.

"Can I ask why?" Jaskier crosses his arms in front of his chest, already defensive and Geralt is there, still sitting, with a somber expression. This is going to end in an argument, both of them can tell.

"I can't"

"Alright..." Geralt hates being prompt to talk when the conversation is tense, but Jaskier can help it, doesn't want to.

"I'm sorry" at least here the witcher looks remorseful.

"No, no, Geralt. You promised!"

I'm sorry, Jaskier, plans have changed..." Jaskier takes two steps forward and Geralt stands raising his hands in a placating manner.

"What has changed...?" And then Jaskier remembers, the black speck against the window in the middle of the night a week ago. "Does this have something to do with that raven" Geralt growls, sometimes he forgets this bard used to be a Redanian spy. “Is it because of Yennefer?”

"I'm sorry" Geralt nods, giving the truth. "Is important"

"This is important to!"

And now the bard is shouting at Geralt, he hates doing that, but the witcher is not helping either.

“It’s an award, you have plenty”

“It’s NOT an award, is THE award”

They are standing in front of the other, speaking at the other in the face, up this close Jaskier can see the pattern of tiny scars all over Geralt's face. The bard takes a couple of calming breaths, trying to keep his temper. He hates arguing with the witcher. "Can't she wait?" he asks, but Geralt only denies with his head, already so sure "What is it about?" the witcher doesn't reply "You don't even know!" there goes Jaskier temper again, the bard throws his arms in the air, exasperated and frustrated. This is important to him, and Geralt knew it and it pains him to realize that the witcher would so easily push him aside. A if Jaskier achievements aren't a thing to cherish and celebrate, as if... he's not important. "She didn't tell, she said It's important" Geralt said followed by a heavy sigh indicating that he thought Jaskier was being childish.

"This is important to me, Geralt - "

" - I know..."

" I asked you to come last year, remember? I told you that I might win the award and you promised you’ll come! I know you don't like big cities but..."

“-It's not that. She needs me” I need you too. "Last time I spoke to her she told me that if she needed my help she'll send a raven."

And that's it. Jaskier can feel his heart turning into dust and falling heavily to the pit of his stomach. It's not the same as the mountain, but it feels similar in a way. Jaskier is realizing just how much he means to Geralt. Again. Jaskier holds Geralt's eyes from below, at least the witcher have the decency to look remorseful.

"I know I promised, i'm sorry that I can't keep my word. But this is important" More important, Jaskier reads between lines.

And then after a long, resigned sigh the bard murmurs "Whatever" It keeps happening, repeatedly, suddenly and inexplicably he keeps getting hurt by his own naivety by thinking that someday Geralt would choose him, not over Yennefer, Ciri or the other witchers. Just choose him because he wants to. Because it's fair, because Jaskier wants to be choose.

He likes Yennefer now, he even caughts himself sometimes thinking of her with love. The kind of love you have for the one that makes your true love happy. But he also knows that she can fend for herself and that is possible for Geralt to wait at least a day before responding to her siren song. She gets to have him forever, why does Jaskier can't have him only for a fucking day? And now he's being pitiful, and he hates himself a little bit for that.

Maybe he's overreacting, maybe it's not that important… but it is! he wanted Geralt to be there, to share the award with him. But at the end it's not Geralt's fault, he'll not resent the witcher for having priorities, a family to take care which includes Yennefer and the others but not him. Maybe it's time for Jaskier to find his own. He has already spent enough effort in becoming part of Geralt. Jaskier goes to search on his bag for his notebook, he needs to rework on his acceptance speech.

"I'll gather we'll be parting ways at the crossroads tomorrow?" Jaskier turns around briefly, wanting to see the witcher’s expression, to be suddenly confronted with an uncomfortable and unexpected feeling at reading on Geralt's face a lot more than surely the witcher wants to convey. Shame, uncertainty, fear of not knowing what went wrong and how to prevent it from getting worse. And Jaskier feels sympathy, despite everything that has happened, what is happening, Geralt tries, on his own, albeit slow way.

"Yeah"

"Good"

Geralt starts fidgeting on the same spot from before, when Jaskier decides he had enough and turns. The witcher hasn't moved an inch, he's waiting for the other shoe to drop, the bard can tell. But it won’t come to that. Not anymore. Enough of this, enough of scraps.

"I'm going out, don't wait for me awake" murmurs Jaskier when he's at the door. Geralt calls for him, but Jaskier pretends not to hear.

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In the morning Geralt arrives at the stables to find Jaskier already waiting for him by Roach. They travel side by side all morning, Jaskier holding his notebook in front of his face, he seems to be reading and rereading the speech, which is weird because he said he's already memorized it. They haven't spoken much, and Geralt hates it. He should be saying something, anything! Something along the lines of "I'll go with you" but what if Yen...?

Jaskier stops and turns around to face him from below, one hand scratching Roach's neck. They are at the crossroads; it's almost noon and Geralt doesn't know what to say. Their gazes lock for a long time, the wind singing softly around them, the leaves of the trees falling like orange rain. It's so calm. "Take care, Geralt" says Jaskier in the softest of voices and turns right. Geralt watches him marching away, wondering why it feels like a goodbye.

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some-froggish-lad · 1 year

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GERASKIER MODERN AU WHERE Jaskier/Julian owns a pretzel shop called pancratzels and Lambert calls it panCrapzels and Geralt gets defensive and Eskel calls him out on it.

#stolen idea #I Cannot Find The Original Post #but I want to because I love it #and I can't write fic for shit #the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #the kaer morons #how is that not a tag?#kaer morons #i might build on this more.#maybe ill even write a fic #eventually

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dapandapod · 2 years

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From the prompt list, saying I love you as a dare! With any ship you'd like!!💖

Hello my dear, thank you for this lovely prompt! I went with Geraskier, because I am but a simple Geraskier girl, it had to be done. Beware of drunk Lamberts and just a little hurt Jaskier! Please enjoy <3

On Ao3 here I love you prompt collection

Jaskier knew he shouldn't have joined them. Knew it was a bad idea as soon as he saw the mischievous glint in Lambert's eyes, but the winter is long, dark, cold and lonely, and there are a lot of new things he is not ready to face about himself, so here he is.

The bottle is being passed around, an increasingly drunk truth or dare taking place in the middle of the main hall.

There are fewer Witchers now, some having taken their leave, some never leaving again, but a good number of them are gathered tonight.

Neither Yennefer och Geralt has been seen more than during the meals these past few days, but he is.. well. Jaskier is incredibly lonely.

And to be perfectly honest, still rather hurt by the entire ordeal. The bottle is cool against his stiff fingers as he accepts it, the liquid escaping and dripping down the corner of his mouth, burning all the way down to his stomach.

"Strong stuff." He comments, and some of the witchers laughs when he coughs. Jaskier eyes the room, eyes catching on one with a significant amount of tattoos. He points at him with the bottle and smirks. "Truth or dare."

"Truth" the witcher immediately replies, and he can hear someone mutter Oh the fool under his breath. Jaskier's grin widens.

"Well then. Why did you name your cock Lottie?"

The group explodes into laughter, and the asked witcher looks very busted, very affronted and just a little impressed.

"Why do you know that?" The witcher asks, his name escapes Jaskier right now, but it will come back eventually.

"SO IT'S TRUE?!" Roars another.

More laughter, and then finally they learn about Lottie the Cock and the adventure behind it.

The bottle is passed on and on, until someone points at Jaskier. When Jaskier is dared to sing all the verses to Fishmonger's daughter, he levels them with an unimpressed look.

"Really. Is this assuming I don't know all of them, won't make up more as I go, or is it just a lack of imagination?" He taunts, and then proceeds to sing all verses and make up a few more as he goes, as promised.

All is fine, suspiciously so. Jaskier doesn't allow himself to become more than lightly tipsy, there are things he needs to be clear headed for him to push down again, or he will spend another week in his rooms in a poor state.

All is indeed fine, until Jaskier gets a dare from Lambert, who held back not at all.

"You have to tell the next person who walks through those doors that you love them!" Lambert dares, thinking himself very clever indeed.

Jaskier shrugs, this is no hardship, and it wouldn't have been, had anyone else in the entire world stepped through those doors at that time.

It would have been fine if it was Eskel, Vesemir, even his new best frenemy Yennefer. But it's not. Of course it's not.

Geralt closes the door behind him with a loud thud and shakes the snow off of his shoulders. Suddenly Jaskier's heart is beating so hard it feels like it is trying to escape his chest.

No buddy, you are just as trapped here as I am, Jaskier thinks to his heart, aching and hurting as if he is standing on top of the world again.

The group has quieted down, pretending not to watch Jaskier get up, but he can feel everybody's eyes on him as he walks up to Geralt. His hands feel clammy, like they always do when he is trying to talk to Geralt these days, but this feels wrong.

It is the truth, has always been the truth, and all he can think is not like this, please.

But he stops in front of Geralt anyway, catching his eye, and the witcher raises his eyebrows in question.

The group in the corner is now quiet, everything but the crackling fire is quiet, and everybody is waiting for Jaskier to open his mouth.

"I love you." He says, and he feels like throwing up.

The witcher opens and closes his mouth, staring wide eyed at his bard.

"BAHAHA YOUR FACE!!" Lambert roars, now standing up and pointing at them both. "YOU REALLY DID IT, YOU CRAZY ASS BARD!"

Geralt blinks, then his expression shutters. The redhead skips up to Jaskier, claps him hard on the back, all the while talking too loudly, too happily, and Jaskier watches Geralt's face darken.

"Only you would fucking dare to tell the white wolf that, and look at him, so flabbergasted!" How Lambert managed to pronounce flabbergasted while drunk is beyond him, but he is being pulled back to the group and loudly cheering, and he can't make himself stop looking over his shoulder, watching Geralt stare after him with a stony look.

Had Jaskier not been watching him for years, he probably wouldn't be able to tell the look of hurt he is hiding.

But he did watch him, and he does see it, and Jaskier feels like a complete shit.

Next he knows he is sitting down again, the bottle pushed into his hand, and Geralt is gone. He gives a half hearted dare for Coën to lick his own elbow, but he can't bring himself to play anymore.

After a little while he slips away, ugly feelings of fear and guilt roiling in his stomach. He walks the corridors until he finds himself in front of Geralt's door, finds himself knocking.

Geralt opens it after a long minute, and Jaskier really can't blame him.

"I'm sorry." he starts, "Lambert dared me, but he must have known it was you outside, Melitele he can be such a prick sometimes-"

"-It's fine." Geralt interrupts, and Jaskier is not sure if he is happy for the interruption or not, hoping to everything that Geralt won't question why it should matter that it was him coming through or not. "I get it. Don't worry about it."

Geralt's voice is flat and strained, and again, Jaskier has seen Geralt, watched him hide how he really feels. It is not fine. They were not fine before, and Jaskier just made it worse.

Fuck.

"He just said to tell the first person who came inside that I love them and -"

"-Jaskier." Geralt cuts him off, pulling in a deep breath. "It's fine. I know you don't."

It makes Jaskier blink.

"You do?" He asks dumbly.

Geralt glances away, looking like he just wants to slam the door in Jaskier's face.

"You are not discreet when you are in love." Geralt remarks, looking so very uncomfortable, and it makes Jaskier frown.

"I… what?"

"You talk about them all the time, keep writing songs about them, you got this… face you make sometimes." Geralt explains, and Jaskier can't believe this.

"I…" He doesn't know if to be relieved or if he should be worried, because there is clearly something more going on here.

Ever since that fucking mountain, ever since the prison cell, ever since…. ever since he decided to winter here with the rest of them, Geralt has been different.

Different in a way that Jaskier only thought of as his own wishful thinking, that careful friendship budding up again, learning where to stand.

The comb Geralt had produced from somewhere for him, the way he doesn't interrupt him with rude remarks anymore, how Geralt just… it is hard to put the finger on, but it's as if Geralt is working up to something, and like Jaskier just squashed it.

Maybe he should be brave. Maybe he has reasons to be brave.

"I don't think you do." Jaskier says, and Geralt frowns at him. "Can I come inside? I don't want to talk about this in the corridor."

Wordlessly, Geralt lets him in, and Jaskier closes the door behind him and leans against it.

For a long moment, they are both quiet, staring at the floor, until Jaskier has gathered his courage.

"You say I talk about them all the time. Write songs about them." Jaskier starts carefully. The witcher just Hmm's at him, and Jaskier can't help the quirk of a smile in the corner of his mouth.

"I do. I am rather… dedicated when I fall in love, I think."

The grainy wood against his stiff hand anchors him, he traces a line with the tip of his finger so as to not float away.

"There is someone I have been singing about for years. Talked about for at least a decade. Did you notice?"

Jaskier's heart is beating loudly again, and he makes himself meet the confused look the witcher gives him.

"The Duchess-" Geralt begins questioningly, but Jaskier shakes his head.

"Not Victoria."

"Valdo-"

"Don't even speak his name." Jaskier threatens, earning him an amused smile. "You really don't know?"

Silence reigns once more, and a little piece of wood catches under his nail.

"He hurt me very badly once." Jaskier says quietly, hoping he doesn't ruin it all. "I think he was hurting too. I guess I wasn't a very good friend."

Dawning slowly unfolds on Geralt's face, and regret.

"Jaskier?" He asks, almost taking a step forward, Jaskier can see him shift the weight from one leg to another. Almost.

"All my songs are about you, Geralt. I talk about you all the time. I smile at your back when I don't think you are looking. Yennefer is so sick of me, she threatened to spell me into a dog." Jaskier smiles gently, trying to soothe himself.

"I'm sorry about the dare. I didn't want to say it that way." Geralt doesn't reply, doesn't do or say anything. "Right… I'll just… go."

Jaskier turns to leave, hand on the handle, when Geralt finally speaks.

"I knew the songs were about me." He says. "I know you talk to Yennefer and Eskel about me. I know… I know you smile at me sometimes, but you wouldn't tell me why."

"Did you know why?" Jaskier asks, still facing the door.

"I dared not think about it. The last thing I needed was someone needing me. I was… probably hurting. Might still be."

Finally Jaskier turns back to look, and he has never seen the witcher so vulnerable before. Not even while hurt and bleeding.

"I saw you love everybody else, I saw you despising Yennefer, I… see you avoiding me in the corridors. Sitting somewhere else at the table."

Well fuck.

"I might be hurting a little too." Jaskier confesses, and he just wants to reach out, just wants to hold on to Geralt.

"Do you actually love me? It was not just a dare?"

Having him saying it sends a pang through his body, and he can't decide if it's good or bad.

"I do. Saying it was a dare, loving you was not."

Having himself saying it too, it is… freeing. Terrifying. It is free falling, trusting the wind will catch him before the ground does.

"Can we… try?" Geralt asks and now he is flying, swooping through the air.

"Geralt, I need to know. The only way I can do this is if you talk to me. Not the way we used to, but real words. Not just jabs and grunts. I need more."

"I'll work on it." Geralt agrees, and Jaskier draws in a ragged breath. "I need you, Jask."

Geralt needs him. Needs him. It dawns on him what it means for Geralt to say that.

"I know it's a lot to ask but…" Jaskier shoves off the door, stepping up to Geralt. "Hug me?"

Geralt pulls him in, wraps his arms around Jaskier's shoulder, and they press together, just breathing.

They have a long way to go. Love isn't a magical cure, but it's a damn good bandaid. His feet land softly on the ground, and for the first time he feels like Geralt might walk with him, not from him. It feels… good.

Maybe this winter might not be so lonely after all.

#geraskier #the witcher #i love you prompts #geralt x jaskier #light emotional hurt/comfort #post season 2 #just sad boys loving each other in silence #truth or dare #winter at kaer morhen #lambert being a little shit #hopeful ending #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dapanda writes #jaskier the bard #julian alfred pankratz

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motorclit · 5 months

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And now, The Witcher 3 Soundtrack (emoji cover):

🎼🍌🐅🍌🐅

#witcher #geralt of rivia #i thought this shit up in the shower #this is quality showerborn comedy #you better laugh #im not gonna know the difference if you dont #but please laugh #im regretting this post already and i havent even finished the fucking tags

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vulpinesaint · 1 year

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oh my GOD this thing is long. everybody go read my season 2 kaer morhen rewrite <3 we are bringing horror atmosphere and emotional catharsis and eskel content and there's more to come! it's a party bring all your friends

#this thing is just an increasingly long hate letter to twn. fuck that shit. ciri gets bonding time with the witchers as a treat #featuring ciri pov + eskel alive + no misogynist lambert!! and it Is well-written i prommy.#do people want little excerpts in fic promo posts??#like this isn't really a promo. like it is but not really.#but in actual promo posts. are excerpts better or just concept explanations? what are the people looking for?#i can provide references. i'll get letters of recommendation. what does it take #ik the fandom's a teeny bit dead nd people do Not read gen fics that much so it is what it is though haha #alright. promo tags now. you can disregard the rest of this #the witcher #witcher netflix #witcher fanfiction #witcher fanfic #witcher fandom #geralt of rivia #the witcher netflix #cirilla of cintra #cirilla fiona elen riannon #geralt and ciri #witcher eskel #eskel deserves better #<— good tag that's correct #vesemir #witcher lambert #kaer morhen #kaer morons #witcher coen #fanfic #geralt #twn critical #twn

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localnoodleman · 1 year

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Henry Cavill only took the role as Geralt as a long con to get himself as an in-game item skin and then beat it when the corporate overlords fucked the source material to death, and that’s kinda king behavior

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #henry cavill #I’m shit posting so loud and no one can stop me #but really like think about it #man had dc contracts and just hopped on because he’s a huge nerd #and then they truly took the books and just took a massive dump on them #jaskier #I dreamed of seeing u baptism of fire DnD party but alas #I don’t get my dreams #dandelion #time of contempt #I am literally almost done with the books #and guys I love the show in my own way but I need you to know #it’s Not The Same Story Even Remotely

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liebelesbe · 2 years

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and ofc Geralt my beloved Geralt!

[ID: An icon of Geralt of Rivia in front of a red and orange background. His eyes are completely black and he looks angry.]

#this one is also more red than orange. rest in pieces ✌️😔#ALSO I used pics that I had already made transparent for all of the Halloween icons I just posted #and holy shit this one was one of my oldest ones and I have gotten a lot better :') I had to fix a few things #I'm still not happy with some things I did weirdly the first time around but you can only see them if you zoom in so it's fine #geralt of rivia icons #icons #the witcher icons #geralt of rivia #the witcher

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destiel-inpurgaytory · 1 year

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Geralt: I need anyone with a pulse and a brain to pitch in

Jaskier: Hey, Geralt, do you need help with anything?

Geralt: No, we're good, thanks. In fact, you can head home early

#i think im so funny #jaskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #shit posting #incorrect quotes #my current obsession #is parks and rec quotes #paired with witcher characters #parks and rec

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suresha · 2 years

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❝ well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it. ❞ - geralt

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @worthystill ( Thor & Geralt )

GERALT WAS A MESS. His whole life was just one, big, fucked up mess too and he couldn’t be assed to do anything about it. He’d resigned himself to his fate as a witcher ages ago and if not for that damn bard he met months back, most would still hate his guts. And why shouldn’t they? He wasn’t the friendliest. All he cared about was getting his coin, some ale and the ocassional romp to remind him he wasn’t the monster people thought he was. Otherwise, nothing mattered until he met the warrior.

Geralt was still tripping over the fact that somehow he managed to attach himself to some god-like warrior who, in the beginning, looked to be nothing more than healthy competition. Well, Geralt SAID healthy but it was more or less rooted in bitterness. If a capable warrior was roaming these parts, that meant less coin for a witcher if he took a few jobs too. It was frustrating to think about, but most of his own ire melted once he realized the warrior was likely just like him… well, minus the monster part. No one could ever look at Thor and deem him a monster.

Geralt probably shouldn’t have fucked another broad alongside him. Probably shouldn’t have shared his favorite tavern wench alongside him. It was after that very poor decision ( or the greatest depending on which way his thoughts lingered ) that he began to notice some things Jaskier would likely sing a song about for shits and giggles if he knew. Even now Geralt was trying not to think about what he noticed and how — for a split moment — he wondered what it would be like to touch another man. To touch him. Be touched by him. For a warrior ( a god in his mind ), he didn’t move like clumsy killer. Each touch to Thor’s lover was gentle, using fingers, teeth and tongue to coax the most out of her. Geralt usually didn’t care. That is to say, if he was having a shit night, he didn’t spend all that much time caring about someone he paid good to fuck. He just got off. Hoped they did too and then slept. Wash. Rinse. Repeat in the next town over.

Thor had him shifting uncomfortably in his tight leather britches and at the time, Geralt couldn’t be sure if it was because of the scene playing out before him or the man creating the scene. He was a confused mess then and a confused mess now except Thor wasn't stupid. Not that anything had happened between them... nothing significant anyway. As far as Geralt was concerned, he'd been reasonably detached like always. That is, if you don't count the way he once snuggled closer to the god in the night after witnessing one of his night terrors. Geralt didn't know much about comforting others. He was fucking dreadful at it, but despite that, he felt the need to throw an arm around the god-like warrior's mid holding him close. Warm bodies always made Geralt feel a little better. Maybe the same was true for Thor.

That was only one time. But then Geralt had a nightmare of his own and woke to find Thor curled around him too. The sensation left an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. It begged questions as to what the FUCK Geralt was doing and if he was going mad. Probably his own fear of CATCHING FEELS talking but he'd gone down a rabbit hole not so easily buried now.

Maybe signs had been there for a while. Truth be told, Geralt had always been shit at reading signs. How was he supposed to know a bit of bro snuggling could mean potential interest in other things? Wasn't like he caught Thor gawking at him the way he himself always fought to keep his eyes glued to his own weapons whenever Thor took a bath. He'd fight it, but Thor didn't make it easy with how comfortable he was in his own skin. And so now he found himself at a crossroad, watching the other male chat it up with a few boys in the tavern. They were handsy. Probably innocent in nature but Geralt wasn't thinking clearly. Too much ale. That was his excuse anyway.

❝Calling it a early night,❞ he muttered brushing past them. He hit the stairs and closed himself in their shared room, peeling clothes from his form for a more comfortable sleep.

❝Never thought I'd see the day when jealously lurked within a witcher's gaze.❞

Thor's voice had his attention, but Geralt played it off, shrugging as he moved to seat himself on the bed. ❝I don't get jealous. You're mistaken.❞

❝And you're a horrible liar.❞

❝How could you know?❞

❝Oh, I don't know,❞ Thor began. ❝Could be because we've only been traveling together for a few months. Think I haven't noticed the way you look at me?❞

Geralt chuckled softly, keeping his gaze towards the floor. ❝You're mad if you think I---❞

❝Stop. You've been wrestling with this for weeks,❞ Thor accused. ❝For a witcher, you truly are dense. How many warriors do you know would let you snuggle with them if they were bothered with the idea of further intimacy? How many do you know actually share a bed every night?❞ Thor scoffed, dropping his hammer by the door. He crossed the room standing over Geralt as if to challenge him. ❝You want me to be yours and that's fine, but if I am all yours then kiss me like it. Kiss me, or humiliate me. On my honor, if I've misread the signs, I will go back downstairs and---❞

❝---that won't be necessary.❞

Geralt stood, his height nearly mirroring Thor's own. Thor was a bit taller and normally that would have made Geralt feel some type of way ( pride and all ), but to keep Thor from sharing a room elsewhere, he did the un-fucking-thinkable. He grabbed his face, drawing him close in a manner that screamed 'mine'. Lips brushed, adrenaline pumping furiously through the witcher. Those yellow eyes of his turned dark, a sure fire way to know you're either moments away from being dead or awakening another kind of hunger.

The initial brush of lips is hesitant, as if the witcher is cautiously figuring things out but it doesn't take long for him to remind himself that the other warrior might leave. He doesn't want that so he forgets. He forgets all his own internal struggles and fears about evil feelings and just goes for it, kissing Thor in a manner that is FAR TOO SOFT for his own liking. But he can't help it. Weeks of lying next to a man with his own fears have programmed Geralt to treat him softly --- like he MEANS something. And maybe he does. Geralt doesn't know. He just knows his lips are moving... his hands falling to rest at Thor's waist and he's enjoying it. He's enjoying every fucking second of it and would rather die than break the light that is this moment.

#worthystill #friends romans countrymen lend me your ears ( answered )#ic ┆ ive overcome the vanity & pride of being different ( geralt of rivia)#long reads tw #// listen here #geralt has shit luck with witches #and people in general #he doesn't know what to do with feelings when he catches them #and they always hit at shit times in his mind #so forgive him #he's trying #he'll probably wear the same puppy face he gives yennifer if thor leaves rofl #queued post

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mlm-writer · 5 months

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Old Friend (Geralt x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Show!Geralt of Rivia x Gender Neutral Reader (can be interpreted as platonic or romantic) Rating: Mature Words: 1670 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 21 - “I did what I had to do to protect those I love… I had no choice!” Note: Don't @ me for still posting things that were supposed to come out in October. Tags: angst, mention of Ciri & Yennefer, ft. Jaskier & Milva, murder and dark magic

Everyone would agree that Ciri was an unlucky girl with a life tainted by tragedy. Every time you spoke with her about her past, you felt a little pang in your heart. However, sometimes you envied her. The way Geralt reserved his warmest of smiles for his charge, the way the most powerful sorceress spent her time teaching Ciri and the power Ciri possessed sometimes made you feel like she was, in some way, a very lucky girl.

You spent life on the run with Ciri, Geralt and Yennefer. Most of the time you felt like you were family, sometimes you felt like an extra, an unnecessary weight, but no one told you to leave. You had nothing to teach Ciri that Geralt and Yennefer couldn’t. They had it covered from sword to spells to alchemy.

Then things kept going to shit and before you knew it, Geralt was flirting with death and Ciri was missing. You wanted to go find her, but Yennefer insisted you stayed with Geralt. “You can heal anything!” Geralt exclaimed as you exhausted yourself once more. He was capable of loud verbal abuse. You should’ve counted that as a win, but it was hard to, when Geralt was still bed-bound.

“I’m doing everything I can!” You yelled back. Milva entered, her hand landing on your shoulder. It has been the same song over and over again ever since Jaskier revealed Ciri was on her way to Nilfgaard. Geralt proceeded to demand more of you. Milva forced you out. Jaskier was waiting for you with a brew of herbs that would help you recover your strength. “I’m really doing everything I can,” you sobbed by the fire.

Jaskier put his arm around you, comforting you the best he could. “I know. He knows. He is just… Geralt.” You leaned against the bard, letting his body’s warmth seep into yours. You sat by the fire until it got dark. Jaskier eventually let you be to mull over your thoughts in peace. When you had the strength you used your magic on those that did appreciate it. You were weak, but even a little was for many enough to pull their foot out of the grave.

Exhaustion gnawed at your bones. Your muscles felt like they were weighed down by the state of the world. You took a stroll out of the camp, trying to avoid Jaskier and Milva. They meant well, but their words were not enough to distract you from the power you lacked.

When the lights of the camp were far behind you, you stopped walking. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, knees colliding with the muddy ground of the forest. From a secret pocket sewn into the coat you’ve had for over two decades, you procured an amulet you haven’t worn since you met Geralt all those years ago. The deep red gem reflected the light of the moon onto your eyes. Deep within the stone you could see an old friend. You promised Geralt you’d throw this trinket away; you promised you would never give in to temptation again, but despair had forced you quite literally to your knees. You clenched the charm tightly in your fist. “All is fair in love and war,” you whispered as you stared down at your fist, noticing how red light seeped between your fingers. “These are times of war and… I love him.”

Those words spoken aloud strengthened your resolve. You closed your eyes as you put the thin golden chain over your head, letting the amulet fall right where your heart was. As soon as that metal hit your chest, you felt an old friend occupying your mind once more. “I always knew you’d come back,” it told you. It gave you visions of how to help Geralt. The methods dancing on the grey moral spectrum, but led by these visions, you made your way back to the camp. You entered the tents of the sleeping patients you had helped earlier. You touched those that you didn’t think would make it to the morning. Their life force entered through your fingertips. They breathed their final breath. You felt the weak energy pooling together. One tent, two, three, you passed though the whole camp, taking what you needed from those that were not likely to hold onto it for long anyway. Each time you took, darkness rose to your skin, revealing your deeds in the night.

Your veins had turned black by the time you entered the final tent. Geralt was fast asleep as well, too injured to even hear you entering, too unwell to open his eyes and ask you what you were doing there. A black tear rolled down your cheek as you placed your hand on his chest and let go of all the energy you had collected. The life energy of the people that died that night flowed from your chest down to your fingertips. In his sleep, Geralt inhaled deeply as the energy filled him. It only took a moment, but it felt like an eternity as you felt the weight of the lives you took to save the one most dear to you.

When you were devoid of all the energy but your own, you collapsed on the ground, legs too tired to keep you up. You took deep breaths, trying to avoid looking at your hands. However, in the end you just needed to know how bad things were. You raised your palms, the sight - though expected - still horrifying. Your skin had blackened from the dark magic. Your hands felt fine though. “You did well. This is only the beginning of what we can achieve. You’re meant to take what you please,” the old friend’s voice echoed through your skull. The words were reassuring, but you knew all too well where things could lead. You reached for the amulet, ready to rip it off you. “You need me. Without me you’re useless. You can’t protect the ones you love.”

Geralt had you once believe otherwise, but it only took one glance towards him to show you where his faith in you had led him to. Even the great White Wolf could be wrong sometimes. Defeated, you slowly let go of the amulet, allowing it to occupy its old spot. “Everything will be fine. You will be fine,” the being spoke through the amulet to you. You had heard those words a million times from Jaskier, but only now did they actually soothe you.

The next morning you woke up from stirring on the bed. You hadn’t dared to leave the tent and slept on a chair. “Geralt,” you whispered, aware of your surroundings the moment your ears picked up on the rustling of blankets. You forgot what you looked like, immediately rising from the chair and joining Geralt at his side. You inspected the wound on his leg, but it was not there anymore, a new scar adorning his skin.

Your eyes didn’t meet Geralt’s until he sat up on his own. “What did you do?” His voice dripped of venom. You lifted your head to meet his yellow eyes, darkened by the deeply furrowed eyebrows. Your throat felt tight, so tight that not a single syllable could make it through to the cold space between you and the Witcher. He called your name and reached out. You were frozen in place as his calloused fingers traced the black marks on your face. “What did you do?” He repeated the question, emphasising each word with urgency.

Black tears pooled in your eyes, the first few already rolling down your cheeks by the time you found your voice once more. “I did what I had to do to protect those I love…” You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I had no choice.” Your voice trembled, each word shaking more than the previous one.

Geralt was visibly seething as he grabbed your arm, his grip tight. “What did you do?” He demanded, voice booming in the small space. You tried to free yourself.

“Geralt, please, you’re hurting me!” “Say it!”

He knew you. He knew you from the moment he met you. He knew the person you could be once you gave up on your ‘old friend’. He knew what you did then and he knew what you did last night. He knew, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to be wrong. He wanted to have mistaken that familiar amulet around your neck. However, things were exactly as it seemed and just like things never changed, Jaskier and Milva came in right on que.

Jaskier called out for Geralt, tried to calm him. He immediately commented on how he seemed to be better, proceeded to ask how. Meanwhile, Milva freed you of Geralt’s grip. A crowd had formed at the entrance, but you couldn’t see anyone in the room but Geralt. “How many have died tonight?” Geralt demanded to know, Jaskier and Milva now in between you two. They tried to calm him. “How many?” He roared.

His fury eventually ripped the answer out of you. “I don’t know! I only took from those that were not likely to make it to the morning anyway.”

“Jaskier…” Geralt’s voice was quieter now he got his answer from you. He turned to the bard. “How many people died tonight?” Jaskier turned to Milva, hoping she held the answer.

“42,” she spoke with surprising steadiness. She then looked at you, shaming you with her eyes alone. She was not the only one who despised your existence after that night. Jaskier pleaded for your life, then left with Geralt to find Ciri. You had to go your own way, fend for yourself once more. If it wasn’t for your aching heart, it was like you never met the Witcher at all. He never wanted to see you again, but even as you walked with your backs facing each other, you felt like you would see him again. It was a funny thing… destiny.

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Geralt of Rivia Fluff

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word count: 2.6k

warnings: reader is injured at the beginning, reader is wounded, reader gets stitches (I think), clingy geralt, ?

summary: Never in your wildest dreams did you think Geralt of Rivia would turn out to be the clingiest boyfriend you’d ever had

When you first started your relationship with Geralt- actually, scratch that. When you first met Geralt you thought he was the furthest thing from clingy. He barely even spoke, much less touched you or even looked in your direction really.

After he fell out with Yennefer, he met you. He was planning to just stay in this small village for a few days and rest, knowing he had to keep moving so no one would find him and Ciri. That was until he stumbled upon you.

He found you running from some odd and probably hungry monster, looking to feed…on you. Possibly one of the most gorgeous women he’s ever seen. You looked quite out of place, your light pastel purple skirt gradually getting covered in dirt as you tried to escape the creature.

You yelped as you tripped over a branch, sobs racking your body as you fell face first into the dirt. You groaned, cursing frantically through sobs, trying to crawl away from the creature.

“fu- FUCK!” You said as the creature drug his claw across your thigh. You cried out, whimpering as you finally accepted your fate. Suddenly, right when you feel it’s stinky, hot breath on you it disappears just as fast.

You couldn’t see what was happening, back facing upwards and your face still buried in the ground. You felt a man’s hands on your waist and you screamed, curling tighter even though it caused more pain to pulse in your thigh.

“Miss, I’m the one who just saved your life. I’m…a Witcher. Even if you hate me right now, I’d like to help you if that’s alright?” He said as he walked in front of you bending down so you could see him. You whimpered as you said “p-please don’t hurt m-me”

“I’m not going to. I just need you to cooperate and I promise you’ll be just fine in a little while” he said and you nodded. He scooped you up and plopped you on his horse, making you cry out in pain.

“Can you…mmm- b-be gentle?” You asked and he sighed. He mumbled an apology and started leading Roach back to his lodgings that he found sufficient for a few days.

You had passed out then, and he realized that his poor excuse for a tourniquet failed. “Shit,” he said and laid you on his bed, pulling your skirt off to help him treat you better.

“Oh gods, what the hell is this?” Ciri asked and Geralt sighed. He poured a disinfectant on your thigh as he said “found her being chased by a monster. Did my job. Now I’m helping her” “why didn’t you just find a doctor to do it?” She asked, setting her bag of fruits down and beginning to wash them.

“Don’t have the coin for it. Why so many questions, Ciri?” He asked and she shrugged. She looked over and said “I don’t know, just…feels unusual” “she needs help. I’m providing it” he said and Ciri nodded, chuckling.

He treated you to the best of his abilities and waited for you to wake up, going out and chopping some wood to fill his time and also training with Ciri a bit. When he came back inside it was nighttime and you were still sleeping.

He knew you weren’t dead, he could hear your heartbeat faintly and you weren’t super pale anymore. He walked over and shook you lightly, trying to wake you up. “Miss?” He asked, and you still didn’t budge.

He sighed and then nearly jumped when Jaskier busted in, a little drunk admittedly. “Ohhhh Geralt!” He sang, stumbling in. Geralt sighed and stared at him, hoping Jaskier wouldn’t cause too much trouble because he needed to look after you.

You groaned softly, rubbing your eyes and coughing a few times. You tried to sit up but moving your thigh cause immense pain. “Ahh!” You groaned, trying to figure out what the hell happened.

“Hi, Miss. Are you alright?” Geralt asked and you jumped slightly. You looked around frantically and then said “w-where is my skirt?” You asked and he cleared his throat. He showed that it was on a table and said “I had to take it off to treat your wounds”

You looked down at your thigh and winced, gently touching it and moving the bandage. “Thank- th-thank you” you said, looking up at him. Jaskier walked over with a smirk on his face and said “and who are you-” “Jaskier,” Geralt scolded softly.

“Y/n…of Aedirn” you said and smiled a little. You noticed a look of confusion on his face and you understood why. You were in a far away village near Creyden, why? “Julian Alfred Pankratz?” You asked the brown haired gentleman and he smiled. He nodded and said “that would be me. Viscount of Lettenhove”

You nodded and looked up at the white haired Witcher, sighing. “Uhm…Rivia…Geralt?” You asked and he nodded, a small smile on his face. Ciri had came out of her room and scoffed at the interaction. “Are you blushing?” She asked and Geralt shot a stern look her way.

“You should be asleep” he said and she shook her head. “Jaskier woke me up” she mumbled and he gasped. He ran over and hugged her as he said “I deeply apologize, my little pocket sized princess. Oh, you should get your beauty sleep come on”

You chuckled a little at the interaction and Geralt bent down to your level. His gaze made butterflies swirl in your stomach. “How are you feeling?” He asked and you sighed. You look down at your leg and said “sore. And dirty” “would you like me to help you with a bath? I would leave you alone but I don’t think you’ll be able to walk properly for a while” “I appreciate it. Yes, thank you” you said and he got to work.

He ended up staying for longer just to care for you and you told him your story. Your parents turned you away because you were secretly harboring magical abilities behind their back and they had strong opinions against that. You’ve been running around all over the continent trying to figure out where’s safest but it’s been tough and technically your homeless.

But he was so infatuated with you he wasn’t really thinking when he said “travel with me. And Ciri of course, and sometimes Jaskier” You shook your head and insisted you couldn’t, you would only be a bother. He insisted instead that you come along.

He was a man of mostly few words, and kept to himself quite a bit. You spent a lot of time with Ciri. You would teach her to cook, help her control her chaos, braid her hair, and even tell her stories of your travels before you met them. The two of you almost seemed like mother and daughter at times but neither of you noticed. You just felt like best friends.

You had to admit, Geralt was a beautiful man. When you caught him shirtless once, you nearly fainted. He was just so handsome, and you wanted to kiss every scar on his body till he forgot about them.

But you thought you never stood a chance with him. You knew about what happened with Yennefer and assumed that because of that you wouldn’t be able to have any romantic relationship with him. Even if you tried, you think it would be rude because of how much happened between them. Truly you are still convinced to this day that they are soulmates, and he would drop you in a heartbeat if she came back and wanted to try again. But that’s a story for another day.

Months go by, you’ve completely healed so long ago you don’t need to burden them any longer with your presence but you feel so welcomed and safe with them. However, after about a year or so you’ve started to think that maybe it would make things easier if you went off on your own again, like it used to be.

You packed your bags and made your way to the lake where Geralt was fishing from. “Hey,” you said, walking up to him. He looked over at you and grunted in response. “I uh…I’ve been thinking and I’m gonna go out on my own again. I’ve been healed for months and I don’t need to stay and bother you any longer. Im grateful fo-”

“Stop,” he said, putting down his net. He shook his head and said “what are you talking about? You are not leaving” “Geralt…I-I was only supposed to travel with you until my leg healed and it’s been over a year. I’m okay now. The less people you have to travel with the easier, so I thought maybe I’d-”

“No. You can’t go. You can’t- do not go. Y/n, why do you say such stupid things?” He asked and you shook your head. You scoffed, shaking your head as you said “why do you care so much? I’m just some strange, homeless woman you met a year ago and just so happened to save from a really stinky monster”

“You’re- why do you think so little of yourself? Stop talking about this nonsense, I don’t want to hear it” he said and you rolled your eyes. You folded your arms and said “so what? I cant go because you say so” “Ciri needs you! I ne- mmm. Go back inside, you’re not leaving” he said and you gasped.

He looked away, obviously shy and embarrassed and you blushed instantly. Did he really mean that? “Geralt…” you said and he ignored you. You walked over in front of him but he still wouldn’t look at you.

You cupped his cheeks and said “what were you going to say?” “I- I can’t. It’s- it’s not fair to Ciri” he said and you sighed. You looked over his facial expression and let go, slowly walking away. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.

He decided to just say it in case he never got the chance again, even though he was scared. “I need you, y/n! Alright? There, I said it” he said and groaned as if he was annoyed. You smiled then, just slightly as you stopped walking, butterflies swirling in your belly.

“I thought you didn’t need anyone?” You said as you walked over again. He looked away, feeling so embarrassed he could run away. You almost couldn’t tell, just a small furrow between his brows aside from his usually stoic expression.

“I also said I didn’t want anyone needing me but now Ciri doesn’t get to leave my side and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I guess I lied. And I need you.” He said and you nodded, taking a deep breath. You looked over at what he had already caught and said “alright, fine”

You began to walk away and yet again he pulled you back, pushing you against a tree as he cupped your cheek with one hand and your waist with the other. He looked scared, and you were just about to tell him he didn’t have to do this but then he kissed you and your mind blanked.

He slowly and gently licked into your mouth, connecting your tongues as he caressed and squeezed your waist. You were blushing and smiling so hard as your tongues swirled together, his warm hands making the butterflies in your belly worse.

You pulled away, feeling your face was going to explode and he was only making it worse. “What?” He asked as you stared at him. You giggled and said “you’re smiling,” “no, I’m not” he said and blushed, kissing you again.

He never stopped touching you after that day. You tried to keep this new relationship from Ciri but not a week later she caught Geralt embracing you as you made breakfast. He knew you were upset at him, but he couldn’t help the grin on his face as you scolded him, knife pointing towards him with your hair in a messy bun from when you slept and your nightgown still draping over your beautiful body.

She seemed a bit confused about it, clearly distracted during lessons and keeping to herself for a while after that. You never heard the end of it considering Geralt lingered around you quite a bit and had become so talkative as he got more and more comfortable with you everyday.

Eventually she warmed up to your new relationship, especially since she was seeing it all the time everywhere every day. He couldn’t keep his hands off you to save his life. Quite literally, he almost got seriously injured trying to get you away from one of the many monsters he's fought and killed.

And now, it’s high noon and you’ve been stuck in bed underneath a giant white haired man. A little sex, and a lot of cuddling has gone on in the last 16 or so hours. You assume at least. You’ve been too busy with Geralt.

“You know, I thought when we started seeing each other romantically that we wouldn’t last because I would feel insecure due to the lack of attention you’d give me. The last thing I’d expected was this” you said, making him lift his head up.

He searched your eyes as he said “do you…not like it?” “No, no, I love it, I just- well…have you met yourself? You’re not exactly very affectionate to everyone you meet” you said and you both laughed.

“I just…love you so much” he said and you blushed. He’d told you it took him so many years to tell Yennefer he loved her and you two had only been romantically involved for a little over a year. And it’s been the best year of your life.

He trusted you so much. He chose to be vulnerable and he chose to be vulnerable with you. It was the greatest feeling ever. You’d never given him a reason not to trust you and as scary as it was he reacted directly to that fact every single day he was with you.

“I love you more. My sexy, white haired lover” you said and he blushed. You kissed him and he said “the only white haired lover you’ll ever have” “for the rest of my life” you finished, kissing all over his face.

He smiled and it made you blush. You couldn’t help it. 10 years could pass and you’d still feel so shy when you could make him smile. “As much as I do love this, I am quite hungry” you said and he sighed. He rested his head back on your chest for just a moment longer and then got up, looking around for his clothes.

You smiled, rolling onto your side and admiring his body. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said, turning around. It was a little bit of a strain but you reached over and smacked his ass, making him gasp and reach over to the other side of you, doing the same.

You squealed, calling a truce because you knew how quick he could turn this dirty and your ass was already sore from being slammed against so many things last night and also from having you in- never mind. If you keep remembering you’ll only get yourself worked up again and then you’ll never leave this bed.

“Dirty girl,” he said, leaning down and kissing you once he got his clothes on. You curled up in bed for just a little longer, smiling at the fond memories of how amazing it’s been loving Geralt for the last 2 years. Even when you weren’t together, you did everything you could think of to subtly show your love for him. You wouldn’t trade him for the world.

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