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Geralt of Rivia: The Knives Hurt

Pairing: Geralt x F!Reader

POV: Reader

Warnings: Blood, Fluff, patching up a wound, light fighting scene, angst, survival.

Summary: Geralt may be a witcher, but we all must bleed. But with you beside him no wound is to hard to heal.

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“Geralt why do you insist on doing things by yourself?” I asked as he rushed out of the door of the room and down the creaking stairs. He always had the ability to be a complete dick when he was the search of the monster he was quested out to kill. 

“Geralt!” I said again at the bottom of the stairs of inside the bar. He turned and looked at me. Geralts eye were on me like there was nobody else was in bar. Stoic, and unbroken by the quite talking. “Y/n you must know that this is what I do. This is my work. My life!” He said sharply and under his breathe. Those two yellow eyes not giving any leeway for my words. 

The staring only lasted a few moments before Geralt turned his back, and walked out the bars door. The bartendar looked over, with a sweet smile she filled up a mug of the best brew they had and slid it across the bars top. I grabbed it took a sip, and walked back up the stairs. 

Geral always thought he was right no matter waht/. Geralt was my friend, a really good friend. Hell honestly I don’t know what Geralt and I are. I loved Geralt yes, but as a great friend because he was my savior at one point. My knight in black armor. 

Geralt is someone that you just won’t every change, he honestly think that he needs to save and never take credit, but sometime the true monster the one that he hunts is just as dangerous if not even more than he is.

I walked back into the room we were staying in, the room was cold and the sheets on the bed were bunched into a ball. I fixed everything and then fixed a bath for myself, but couldn’t get the thought of Geralt all by himself because regardless of what he knew he was always going into a dangerous situation. 

And acrodding to him he never needs any sort of back up. Jaskier, had left us a few towns over tried having to come to Geralts rescue when he got into trouble and Geralt never said anything, no thank you, no nothing. So Jaskier left us and with good reason. 

Geralt always has his reasons for why he wanted to go by himself. Never wanted more people to get hurt, and he always said that he was a witcher and that he could handle himself. Still the thought of him being there out without anyone. 

Fighting 

The bath didn’t help as the thought of Geralt continued to roll around in my head. The bath water grew cold and i got out redressing, before I left the room. Something said that I needed to come out and find Geralt. That gut feeling was so strong. I got my boots, and went out to go find Geralt. 

It was dark raining, and a musty smell could be smelt as your continued to walk further to the towns edge. I let my intuition take me towards the edge of the town, and even further closer to the woods. Closer to where the towns people had said that the towns monster had dragged people, and they’d never seen those precious people again. 

The closer I got the more I took in my surrounding. The woods screamed with a dark and scary force that was held just behind the line of dark trees. As I stepped over into the marsh like swamp ground. It soaked my boots. The sound causing me to take a look down at the ground. A dark crimson liquid seeped up from the ground. 

I looked up in disgust. It was gong to take more then a few rainstorms to get that stain out of my boots but I digress. I countiend on, the venture becoming darker and darker by the second. The sound of fighting could be heard the further you got into the forest or whatever the hell this forest was. 

Roach was tied to a tree not far off from the path that led into the forest. If Roach was near then that meant Geralt wasn’t very far. The grunting, and hearing sounds  came from just a few feet away from my current standing.

“Geralt!” I yelled at the forest lines of trees only causing it to echo. Nothing was returned. Geralt was the fastest and smoothest fighter that I had ever seen in my life. He was calculated until the very last breath was drawn.

But even sometimes the great Geralt of Rivia  wasn’t in the best of space to be fighting. Thinking caused him even the slighest of a fuck up in his battle. The woods fell silent, and all while I continued to walk towards what I thought was going to be a victorious battle. A battle that Geralt had won, but when I arrived it was the very opposite. Geralt was laying on the ground, he looked scared, and the monster wasn’t dead yet. 

Wounded but not dead. Geralt never dropped his weapons on purpose, but with him being hurt like he was he had no reason to have his sword. It sat in front of my feet, the monster hadn’t yet noticed me, and I took the only chance I had to save Geralt.

I grabbed the sword and lunged for the monster, catching Geralt's eye.I saw the extreme shock in his eye before I turned back, striking the monster in the best place I thought I could. It’s either the heart, or the head according to Geralt at least. So the head I went for. I did my best and closed my eyes. I felt the splash of wetness on my face, and I heard the plop of the monster's head hit the damp ground. 

Geralt was looking at me. His hand was still justly pressed against his wound. “Shit!” I said as I ran over dropping Geralt’s sword. I ran over to Geralt, “You had me worried sick, I couldn’t think while you were out here.” I said He stared at me. Yellow eyes staring deeply into me like he’d never seen before in this sort of way. 

“Did you just kill that monster in your dress gown?” Geralt said to me. I look down at my ruined dress down to my reddish stained cloth, and my boots they were ruined just as much. “Yeah I guess I did. Are you hurt? You looked hurt.” I said. 

Geralt shifted and took of his arm away from his wound.” Gealt be serious now I’ve seen your hand on your wound. You can’t manage to hide that from me even if you tired.” I said as I reached a hand out for Geralt to use for support.

He took my support, and he held on to me as we walked back through the forest. We’d forgotten about the monster die in the forest, and just contiuned our way back to the tavern. Back the cramped bed, and dirty tub. Back tothe silence of the hunt being over finally. 

Finally we had made it to the tavern. He tried to stay tough as we waled through the town, and through the tavern. It was a quiet night now in the tarven nobody to look at us we walked up the stair. When I finally managed to get his large frame through the tiny stairscase.

We didn’t talk much from the forest until we were in the confides of our room. “Now I know what ever you are going to say is just going to be plain dumb, so don’t talk and let me fix up your wounds.” I said to Geralt.

He huffed but didn’t protest me as I started to undress Geralt from his shirt. The blood had dried just barely and the shirt was ruined. The wound wasn’t deep so no need for stiching it up, but it was a long cut. I gathered some water in a bowl and a few small clothes from the bar keep. 

I kept the water clean as i could as I cleaned Geralts wounds, before tying a tight knot out of the bandages that were securing his wound.Neither of us talked as I worked on his cut, the bleeding wasn’t bad. But normally Geralt had something to me about the way that I was cleaning it, or the way I was patching it up. 

Nothing this time around though.

“I know I said that you didn’t need to talk, but it’s kinda freaking me out a little Geralt.” I said. I rumaged around looking for another shirt, before finding one and handing it to Geralt. “Why did you come after me?” Geralt asked. Not yet taking the shirt from me. He watched me with great seriouness behind his eyes. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” I reponsed back with a hint of attitude. I didn’t like feeling like I was being asked a series of questions that need no answer. Not when Geralt already has all the answers anyways. “I’m allowed to go chase after you espically when I find you losing that fight and hurt. Where do you find the audacity to tell me that i can’t come chase after you and help.” I said so frastruated that i threw the clean shirt agasint the rooms door. 

“Whomever said that I didn’t want you to come chase after me was a bloody idiot.” Geralt said. Getting up from the bed he walked towards me, he was always taller than me, but I rarely ever noticed the change in height between the two of us until right now. 

Geralts chest in my eyeline, and those yellow eyes staring back at me. “Nobody, and I mean when I say this I would never let anybody rescue me like I would let you. I know I’m a dick, hell a bastard whatever you what to call me. But you can save me anyday” He said his hands coming up and resting on my cheeks. He was so close, my mouth hung open.

And we stood in silence but only for a moment. “We should get you out of this dressing gown seeing as it’s ruined now, and those boots of yours.” Geralt said. Winking as he releases my checks from his warm hands. I couldn’t help but smile internally and externally. Even the Great Geralt of Rivia had a soft spot for someone. 

Completed on: 07/21/22

Posted on: 07/23/22

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