#i know he would turn me into minced meat but I WANNA PET HIM

[rainbowgod666]

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Princess of the Elves

Pairing: Geralt X Reader

Summary: As Princess of the Elves, life at the Edge of the World is a little less-than-fun. However when a Witcher and his Bard show up in your brother’s court, your life gets all the more interesting. Or what happens when a young woman follows a Witcher into too much trouble.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fluff, Violence, Flashbacks, Injuries,

Word Count: 5,2K

A/n: Writing for Geralt is one of my favourite things to do now. If you haven’t seen the Witcher PLEASE go watch it because it’s amazing. This takes place in episode 2 and contains little-to-no spoilers!

THIS WILL HAVE A SECOND PART!!!

MASTERLIST

~*~

"This is the part where we escape," the human says, tugging against his restraints. The white-haired man behind him grunts, struggling to break his bonds.

"This is the part where they kill us!" He snarls. You watch from a dark corner in the room as Toruviel kicks the human in the face.

"Beast!" She snarls in Elder, kicking the white-haired man.

"Elves," he spits, glaring up at her.

"Hey, that's my lute!" You watch with a frown as his lute gets destroyed, all the while his companion is being kicked mercilessly.

"Shut up!" The white-haired man yells.

"No, you shut up!" Toruviel snaps.

"My elder speech is rough. I only got part of that." You can almost hear Toruviel's annoyance. "Humans, shut up!"

The human nods and replies in Elder, "Ah, got it, thanks so much."

"Do you wanna die right now?" She asks, towering over the two men. "As opposed to later?" The pale one demands, spitting out blood. She kicks the human in the stomach and the other man nearly snarls.

"Leave off! He's just a Bard!"

She turns to the pale man, a wave of newfound anger in her eyes as she punches him time after time.

"You don't deserve the air you breathe! Everything you touch, you destroy!" She kicks him in the face twice more and you flinch.

"You hide in your golden palaces. You beat a bound man, too scared to even look him in the eye!" The bard shouts, glaring up at her.

"Do you like my palace? Hmm?" She walks over to the man with the golden eyes and grabs his chin, lifting his face up to her level. "Does it live up to the tales you humans tell?" He slams his face forwards, forehead breaking her nose, and she falls back with a groan before quickly being overtaken by a fit of coughs.

"Yeah! Take that, pointy!" The Bard laughs.

Toruviel wheezes and coughs and the second elf rushes over to her side as two more people enter the room.

"Wait, what's wrong with her?" He asks, suddenly concerned.

"She's sick!" You sigh softly at the sound of your brother's voice.

"Oh? And who's this?"

"He's Filavandrel. King of the Elves." You roll your eyes at the way Torque says it. As if your brother is so majestic.

"Not a King. Not by choice." He offers Toruviel a canteen and she drinks from it, her wheezing slowly ceasing.

"You were stealing for them," the pale man says. Torque looks at him, getting defensive. "I felt for them. They were forced out of Dol Blathanna." You can't help but have a soft spot for the Sylvan. He's so kind and gentle. To you, at least.

"'Forced out'? No, they chose-" you're close to cutting in yourself, but Filavandrel beats you to it.

"Do you know anyone that would choose to leave their home? To starve? To have a Sylvan steal for them?" He turns away from the two bound men.

"Toruviel, no one was supposed to get hurt," Torque says, a frown on his face. She rolls her eyes. "What's two humans in the ground when countless Elves have died?"

"One human!" The pale man specifies, his eyes hard. "And you can let him go." Your brother stands up, scoffing at the idea. "Then Posada will learn that we are stealing. The humans will attack. Many will die... on both sides."

You slowly move from your hiding spot to one where you can see both hostages more clearly, frowning at the sad look on the Bard's face as your brother drones on and on about how elves have been mistreated.

You study the two of them, watching the tiny reactions they have. The way the paler man stays perfectly stoic throughout your brother's speech and the way the Bard flinches every now and then at a few graphic details.

"Like you, Witcher?" This catches your attention. You turn to the two men, intrigued beyond belief.

Could it be true?

"I have learned to live with them. So that I may live." A Witcher. A true Witcher, right in front of you.

You're so in awe that you don't see your brother lifting his dagger up, prepared to kill the Witcher and the Bard. Just as you're about to jump forward and stop him, he cuts through the ropes restraining them.

"Thank you, Filavandrel." The Witcher says. Your brother simply nods, looking away as the two get to their feet.

"You'll leave immediately. Never come back." The two nod, the bard frowning at his broken lute.

"I don't suppose you have any lying around that you're not using?" Your brother purses his lips and walks out of the room. You duck through a crevice in the wall and run down the hallway, catching up with him in no time.

"Fil! I wanna go with them!" You exclaim rather breathlessly. "(Y/n) how many times have I told you not to snoop! You cannot go with the Witcher and his pet. The world is a dangerous place for an elf. Even more dangerous for a female Elf. Most dangerous for a female Elf who travels with a Witcher of all people." You roll your eyes.

"You cannot stop me and you know that. I thought I'd let you know that I'm leaving now." He sighs heavily, "don't say I didn't warn you. I care about you, Sister. But I know I cannot control you." He hugs you softly and you sigh. "I'll be safe. You and I both know I can hold my own." He nods with a soft chuckle.

"Go on then. Be careful out there."

~

"Credit where credit is due. That whole reverse-psychology thing you did on them was brilliant, by the way." The Bard says, walking alongside the Witcher and his horse. "'Kill me. I'm ready.'"

You walk behind them, listening with a smile as the Bard annoys him to no end.

"That's the conclusion. They just let us go, and you give all of Nettly's coin to the elves."

"Filacandrel's lute not gift enough for you?" The Witcher asks. The Bard grabs his new lute, smiling proudly. "Yeah, she is a bit sexy, isn't she?"

The two walk together in silence for a moment before the human speaks again. "I do have respect for Filavandrel. He survived the great cleansing once. Who knows? Maybe he can do it again. Be reborn. Will the elf king head what the witcher entreats? Is history a wheel doomed to repeat?" He sings then stops, shaking his head. "No, that's... that's shit." You stifle a giggle as the Bard talks to mostly himself.

"This is where we part ways, Bard. For good." The Bard shakes his head, "look, I promised to change the publics' tune about you. At least allow me to try."

He strums his lute for a moment then begins singing again.

"When a humble bard graced a ride along with Geralt of Rivia, along came this song... From when the White Wolf fought a silver-tongued devil, his army of elves at his hooves did they travel. They came after me with masterful deceit. Broke down my lute, and they kicked in my teeth. While the devil's horns minced our tender meat, and so cried the witcher, 'he can't be bleat'."

You furrow your brows and the Witcher -Geralt- interrupts. "That's not how it happened. Where's your newfound respect?"

"Respect doesn't make history." He does have a point there.

"Toss a coin to your Witcher, O' valley of plenty, O' valley of plenty, oh-oh-oh," he sings, walking forwards while the Witcher stops, thinking about his words.

The bard sings the whole way back to the village and even then he doesn't stop. His singing doesn't cease until after they've eaten, after Geralt's been approached by many tavern whores, and after he's chosen a room for the night.

"Jaskier if you don't stop singing, I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to you."

You giggle at this. "I quite enjoyed the Bard's song," you chirp. Jaskier spins and stares at you as the two men walk to their respective rooms.

"Who might you be? And see Geralt! A woman with good taste. If you enjoyed the song, there are plenty of other things I could show you that you may very well enjoy." Geralt glances over his shoulder at you.

"She's been following us since Filavandrel let us go. Not a spy though, far too happy to be a spy." Jaskier raises his eyebrows. "You're an elf?" You slap your hand over his mouth in an instant.

"Humans hate Elves more than they hate Witchers. No offence to you." Geralt simply grunts in reply. "Why have you been following us, Princess?" You stand up straighter and smile at the Witcher.

"I want to join the two of you. It sounds like you encounter many adventures. I want to help." He scoffs and enters his room without another word.

Jaskier, on the other hand, pulls away and smiles at you. "I'd love the company. Especially from a woman with such good musical taste." You nod and glance over your shoulder. "Well, I suppose I'll meet you out here in the morning." He swallows hard and glances over your shoulder. "You could... join me?"

You sigh, "Jaskier, I will not fuck you." He seems taken aback by your word choice. "No, of course not. I just thought it might be... more comfortable for you in here with me." You shrug but take him up on his offer, following him into his room for the night.

~

"Jaskier he's getting ready to leave," You say, eyes closed as you meditate. "What?! And he hasn't even come to see if we're awake?" You open your eyes and roll them at the human. "I'll be out with him." Jaskier struggles to get his ducks in a row, and you can't help but laugh at how helpless he sounds.

"Good morning, Witcher. Where are we off to today? What monster needs to be dealt with?" Geralt looks over at you then does a double-take. "Please tell me you didn't-" "I know better than to sleep with a common Bard. I'm not that stupid." He shakes his head and continues getting ready. You walk over to his horse, petting her mane gently.

"Hello, beautiful. My, aren't you an impressive one." She leans into your touch and you smile at her. "A true beauty you are. Strong too, aren't you? You've been through many adventures with your rider, have you not?" Geralt observes silently as you interact with Roach, taking notice of the way she seems automatically drawn to you.

"Geralt! Geralt don't leave!" Jaskier stumbles towards the two of you. You laugh at that, shaking your head at Geralt's grunt of annoyance.

"Now, where are we headed, my friend?" Geralt says nothing, simply takes Roach by the reins and leads her away from the inn.

Jaskier falls into step beside you and smiles. "May I use you as a muse? For a song, I mean. I can already picture the crowds that would want to hear about the enchanting Elf princess."

You scoff, "They'd only listen if it ends with me dead." Geralt snorts at your comment, not showing any other indication that he heard you.

"No! It won't be about you dying! I just... you fill me with inspiration." You look over at him. "Your flattery won't get you any closer to bedding me."

Jaskier frowns but otherwise ignores the comment. "I'm going to make it the best song I've ever sung." You shrug then stop walking, your ears twitching as you sense someone -or something- following you.

"What is it?" Jaskier asks. You close your eyes for a moment then shake your head. "I thought I heard something. Must be nothing."

~

Jaskier talks your ear off for the better part of the day, talking about things that you can't even remember. You understand Geralt's impatience towards the human, but you know he means well.

"We rest here for the night." Geralt says, dropping his stuff by the trees.

"D-do you really think we should be staying in the middle of the forest at night?" Jaskier asks nervously. "Don't worry, Jaskier. The Princess will protect you." You roll your eyes but your hand instinctively goes to one of the swords on your hip.

"You'll be fine, Jaskier. Rest." He nods, looking between you and the Witcher before settling on the ground, his hands holding his lute protectively to his chest. You turn away from the two of them and look up at the trees surrounding the three of you. Picking a nice one, you walk over to it and start climbing.

"Elves," Geralt mumbles under his breath. You roll your eyes and settle into the tree, lying back against the trunk and stretching your legs out on a thick branch. Your eyes flutter closed quickly, exhausted after the day you've had.

~

Your ears twitch and perk, waking you up quickly. Looking around quickly, you assess your surroundings. Geralt and Jaskier are asleep on the ground below and roach is sleeping nearby. You hear more rustling and bounce to your feet, bow in one hand while your other reaches for some arrows.

Low growling pulls your focus to the moving mass, huge and only slightly terrifying. You load two arrows into your bow and aim at the hulking body, exhaling softly before releasing the arrows. They hit the target, a deafening snarl clues you into that, and you quickly load your bow again, firing at the same spot. The monster growls again and you spring from the tree, landing gracefully on your feet at the same time as Geralt rises to his.

"A Kishi," he says, sword in hand. "It's been following us since we left this morning," you whisper, eyes glowing green as the beast steps closer.

"And you didn't think to kill it then?!" He snarls.

You turn your gaze to him. "I didn't think it would be very productive to kill something that hadn't aggravated me. I'm not a monster." He seems taken aback, his surprise rendering him vulnerable, and the Kishi sees that.

With a roar, it dives to the two of you. You grab the two swords on your waist and run at the monster, ignoring Geralt yelling at you to stop. You slide beneath the belly of the two-headed dog, swords raised and slicing right through its abdomen. It yelps and skids to a stop, tumbling onto its side as blood and guts spew out of it.

"That was dangerous! And stupid!" Geralt exclaims, grabbing your arm. You turn to him with a smile. "That was exhilarating. And almost exactly what you would've done. Don't tell me what I can and cannot do. I'm not a child and I won't let anyone, especially you, treat me like one." Your eyes blaze green and he lets go of your arm.

The Kishi whines and whimpers from behind you and you turn to it, kneeling beside one of its heads.

"I am sorry it had to end this way." You raise your sword and thrust it down through the creature's chest, piercing its heart. Its crying ceases and you spend a moment kneeling by its side before standing up and sheathing your swords.

"As for me being able to handle myself, Geralt of Rivia, I've been doing so since I was a child." You walk back to where Jaskier is pacing and toss your bow to the side. "Oh thank heavens you're alright. I was worried that my song about you would, in fact, end in your death. Speaking of..." he reaches into his pack and grabs a quill, a jar of ink, and some paper.

"I would like to know, in detail, what happened when you fought that monster." Geralt walks back, calming Roach down, then lying back down. "Perhaps in the morning. I need to rest." He nods, a pout on his lips. You lie on your back and close your eyes, embarrassed at the way you snapped at Geralt.

~

"Two rooms for the night," Geralt grunts, hood up to shield his identity from the innkeeper. "We've only got one." Geralt sighs heavily but takes the key. Jaskier stands at your side, chatting your ear off and Geralt can't help but crack a half-smile.

"I'm going to the tavern," he announces. You quickly run after him, excusing yourself from Jaskier's story. Geralt tosses him the key to the room and Jaskier sighs.

It's been two weeks since you killed the Kishi. Two weeks since you flipped your shit on Geralt and two weeks of you trying to figure out how to mend things. How to get closer to the emotionless Witcher.

You say nothing, opting to walk beside him in silence.

As soon as you reach the tavern he leaves your side, finding a whore and starting to chat her up. You sigh and head to the bar, flagging down the bartender and ordering a pitcher of ale.

"Hello there, darling." You glance to your left, groaning as a drunk man takes a seat beside you. "What say you and me go out back for a little fun. Huh?" You down the entire glass then get up.

"No. Thank you." He grumbles something under his breath and you roll your eyes, pushing your hair behind your ear instinctually then instantly regretting it as he inhales sharply.

You glance around to make sure no one else noticed then hurry to the tavern doors, ready to get away from this man.

Geralt's eyes follow your figure as you rush out of the Tavern. He's about to return his attention to his female companion when he notices a group of at least a dozen men, each holding a weapon of some kind, following you out.

He walks away from the woman, ignoring the way she curses at him. His hand finds his sword as he leaves the tavern and he's more than glad that he followed you.

The men have gathered around you, two of them restraining you while a third holds a dagger at your left ear.

"You want to lose these? Or will you do as a woman should and open your legs?" He can see the fear in your eyes as they well up with tears, something he hopes he never has to see again.

Fury flashes in his eyes as you let out a soft whimper, your swords on the ground by your feet.

He unsheaths his sword and grabs the man closest to him, throwing him into a nearby building. The men around you freeze, staring in shock as Geralt glares at them.

"Let her go."

The man with the dagger at your ear chuckles. "Does the Witcher have a pet?" He grinds his teeth and swings his sword, slicing through the stomachs of the men closest to him. The men holding you drop you to the floor and the dagger slices your neck and cheek on your way down.

You grab your swords and slash the heels of the man who held the dagger at your ear. He falls to the floor with a scream and you're quick to shove the blade into his throat.

All the while, Geralt has taken care of the other men. You push yourself onto your butt, curling your knees up to your chest and staring blankly at the dead man in front of you.

Geralt sighs and crouches down in front of you.

"Are you alright?" You nod slowly, eyes focusing on his face. He brings one hand up to your cheek, gently running his fingers over the shallow gash.

"Look at me." You comply, looking into his amber eyes.

"You're alright." You simply nod, looking back down as he helps you to your feet.

You're silent, eyes focused on the ground as you walk beside Geralt back to the Inn. He pushes the door to the room open and glances around, scoffing as he sees Jaskier sprawled out on the wooden chaise.

"You can take the bed," Geralt whispers, his eyes warm. You shake your head. "I... I'm going the bathe. I..." You trail off, a distant look in your eyes, and all Geralt can do is nod.

As you're bathing Geralt, wonders why that attack impacted you so much. Why you seem to care so much about what they did, about what happened.

Meanwhile, you're trying not to relive the vivid memories of what men like that did to your family.

~*~

You shuffle into the room, starting to prepare a bed on the floor when Geralt sits up in the bed.

"Come lie with me. There's plenty of room for the two of us." You stare at him for a moment before nodding and climbing into bed beside him. You can feel the heat radiating off of his huge body, and subconsciously shift towards it.

"Thank you. For being there today," you whisper, eyes closed as you try to ignore the embarrassment you feel.

"Why did it affect you so much? You've handled yourself in more dangerous situations before. Why did these men... why?" You exhale deeply and look up at him.

"I... they did that to my mother. My sisters. I saw it. They cut off their ears and raped them. It... it's like I was brought back to that day." He's quiet and you sigh, rolling onto your side and facing away from him.

"I know it's... weak of me. And I hate that I'm still affected by it, but I really can't help it. I promise I'm trying to overcome it, but it's hard sometimes and-" a warmth spreading across your stomach cuts you off and you look down to the source, eyebrows raising as you see that his strong arm is what's warming you.

"I'm sorry for your loss. And sorry that you had to endure such a terrible thing. I swear on my life, no man will ever hurt you like that." You're stiff for a moment, breathing shallowly as Geralt leaves his arm around your waist.

"Sleep now, Princess. You'll be safe." Your eyelids close slowly and you sigh, falling asleep easily in his arms.

~*~

"Geralt can we please rest? We've been walking all day. And, not to be the bearer of bad news, you stink. I stink. Even (Y/n) is starting to stink. The heat isn't doing us any good." You watch Geralt as he contemplates Jaskier's words.

"Wait, I stink?" You ask, lifting your arm and smelling beneath.

"No, not really. I just want Geralt to give us a rest!" Jaskier shouts the last words and Geralt grunts.

"Fine!" He stops walking and turns to glare at Jaskier. "You want to rest so badly? Fine. We'll rest now and travel at night." He walks away, into the woods with Roach following behind. You and Jaskier exchange glances before following him into the thicket of trees.

Instead of finding the Witcher, like you thought you would, instead, you find Roach tied to a tree, munching on some carrots and hay that Geralt must've laid out.

"It sounds like there's a stream nearby. That's probably where he went," Jaskier says, collapsing on the grass next to the horse.

"I'll go talk to him, make sure he's doing alright," you whisper, walking through the woods to where you can hear water bubbling.

It's been a week since Geralt saved you from the men at the Tavern. A week of longing glances, lingering touches, and hidden meanings that Jaskier is definitely starting to pick up on.

You find Geralt in the water, his back towards you as he splashes some of the refreshing-looking water onto his skin.

"Geralt? Are you alright?" He simply grunts in reply and you sigh. An idea strikes you and you stare at him for a moment longer before toeing off your shoes and ridding yourself of your shirt.

He glances over his shoulder at you upon hearing the unmistakable sound of clothing being removed and raises his eyebrows.

"See something you like, Witcher?" You tease, stripping down to nothing then slowly stepping into the water. He looks forward, not replying, but his reaction is enough to let you know that he did indeed see something of interest.

You walk towards him, fingers reaching out and brushing across a long scar on his back.

"Go on. Ask about them. Everyone does." You shake your head and bring your other hand to his shoulder, smoothing them upwards until you reach his shoulders. You step closer until your front is pressed against his back.

"The scars represent the past. The past is something of insignificance now. The present is what matters," you whisper, pressing your lips hesitantly to the skin of his back. He stiffens then relaxes into your touch with a whisper of your name.

You smile slightly then pull away from him, turning around and diving under the water. The cool temperature is beyond refreshing, and you take a moment to enjoy it fully before breaking the surface again.

You push your wet hair behind your ears and glance over your shoulder, gasping as Geralt comes up behind you, hands finding your hips.

"You, Elf, are a tease. And you know it." You bite your bottom lip to hide a grin as he presses his cheek to the top of your head.

"Am I, now, Geralt of Rivia?" He nods, hands slowly circling around to rest on your stomach, fingers splayed and leisurely travelling up up up your abdomen.

His thumbs just graze the undersides of your breasts and you inhale sharply, on hand coming up over your shoulder to tangle in his hair as he ducks his head, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"Yes. You are. And it is becoming a... growing problem." You giggle softly. "Growing problem? What on earth do you mean?"

He growls in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. "You know exactly what I’m talking about." He steps even closer to you and you inhale sharply at the feeling of his hard length pressing against your lower back.

"O-oh!" He nods, peppering kisses down the column of your throat.

"What do you plan on doing to... fix this problem?" You ask breathlessly. His right-hand grabs at your breast and you arch into the feeling.

"You're the one who's going to fix this 'problem', Princess." You shiver, a soft sigh leaving your lips at the way his hands feel against your skin.

"Geralt..." He sucks a dark hickey into your throat and you moan, eyes closing as his hands start to wander more.

His left-hand dips below the waterline, fingers gently pressing into your heat.

"You want it too, don't you?" You nod, hips wiggling against him in a desperate attempt to gain friction where you need it most.

He slowly slides his right hand up your body until it rests on your throat, pressing with just enough force to make you feel it.

“Tell me what you want, Princess, and it’s yours.” You whimper softly, thrusting and rocking your hips against his firm hand.

“Please, Geralt. Please fuck me.” He groans against your neck and shifts away from you for just a moment. You whine then moan as he pushes his long, thick cock through your folds. The tip bumps against your clit and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Please Geralt. I need it. I need you.” That’s all it takes for him to stop teasing you, lifting you by the waist a few inches out of the water with one arm securely around your waist, while using his other hand to guide his impressive length into you.

A long, wanton moan leaves you at the feeling of him stretching your walls, and he groans at the sound. “Fuck... you’re so tight...” You nod, reaching back and grabbing his hair and arching your back. The arm around your waist holds you tightly, keeping you steady while he slowly starts thrusting up into you.

You whimper, holding onto him as he stretches your walls over and over with each and every nearly painful thrust.

“G-Geralt!” He stops thrusting, lifts you off of him effortlessly, and spins you around so you’re facing him. His amber eyes stare right into your soul and he leans down. Your lips crash together in a sloppy and extremely heated kiss, his tongue easily winning the battle for dominance.

He lifts you up by your hips again and pulls you onto his cock once more, your legs up over his arms. The new angle makes your eyes roll back and Geralt chuckles.

“A woman of many words, and now you’re speechless?” His voice is tight and slightly weak as your walls flutter and clench on his cock. He moves you, fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist as he forces you up and down on his cock. You can do nothing but take it, your body pliant for his use.

Your head falls back, neck bared for him, and he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin there.

“You take my cock so well. Such a small thing yet you take me like you were made for me.” You whimper at his words.

The water splashes up against the two of you, masking the sound of his hips meeting the underside of your thighs. You moan loudly, scrunching up your face as the coil in your belly tightens.

Geralt’s blunt teeth nip at your pulse point and he soothes the sting with his tongue.

“I-I’m...” you trail off, nails digging into the skin of his forearms. “Yeah?” He asks, voice low and husky and positively sexy.

He pulls your earlobe between his teeth and a jolt goes through you at the feeling. You arch your back again, lips parting in a silent scream of pleasure as you get violently thrust into an earth-shattering orgasm.

The intense clench of your walls around his cock and the blissed-out look of pleasure on your face makes Geralt lose it. He presses his lips to your neck before letting out a nearly feral moan, his thrusts stuttering as he fills you with his cum.

He holds you in his arms for a while as the two of you catch your breath and even once you’re both recovered from your highs, he keeps you against him, his cock softening but staying locked inside you.

Your cunt flutters as you think about what just happened and he groans against you, pulling back to look into your eyes.

“Watch yourself, Princess. I won’t hesitate to fuck you until you can’t walk properly.” You moan and he smirks, lifting you up a bit, just enough for his cock to slide out of you, then lowers you to your feet.

Your legs tremble and Geralt smiles.

“Come on. The Bard will be waiting for us. No doubt writing a song about the two of us.” You giggle and follow him out of the water, not even trying to be discreet about the way your eyes follow his figure.

“Stop staring.” You roll your eyes, giving him a playful glare as his own eyes rake over your figure.

“Stop staring, Geralt.” He pulls his trousers on then walks to you, hands resting surprisingly gently on your waist.

“You’re mine, are you not?” You look up into his eyes and nod helplessly. “Then I’ll stare if I want.” You lean up onto your toes and kiss his lips gently before turning around and pulling your clothes on.

“Geralt of Rivia. Who would’ve thought that an Elf would be your undoing?” He chuckles and shakes his head, pulling his shirt on and buttoning it up as he walks back to where you both know Jaskier has been waiting.

“Finally! I never thought you’d finish! You know, you’re both quite loud. It’s really, very disturbing. I think I’ll have nightmares for months,” the Bard complains.

You and the Witcher only exchange smiles. If only Jaskier knew that this would be just the start of all his problems with the two of you.

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

Winter Storm

Daryl Dixon x Reader; Dog

A/N: This is a VERY long overdue fic request from @rhyatt-deauxtreve​ for a little bit of Dixon, with the dialogue prompted: “Don’t hide from me, I want to see you.” I am so sorry this took so long, lovely. I hope you enjoy it! 

*This is my first time with Daryl in a LOONG Time. So, be kind lol

Summary: Daryl is not a new face around the Kingdom, but definitely one you enjoy seeing around. As a winter storm rolls in, you find a quick way to bond with the archer and his dog that could be the thing to finally bring you closer.

WC: 3.3K

Warnings: None really

TWD Tags: @kazosa​ @wings-of-a-raven​ @sorenmarie87​ @jodiereedus22​ @spnhollis​ @buckyscrystalqueen​ @negans-wife​ @rhyatt-deauxtreve​

Daryl was never one to mince words; or speak much, period. It was a complete surprise the first time he approached you after he claimed The Kingdom as his home. He wasn’t a stranger, though not exactly a regular face you’d see around the campus. If anything, you got to know his dog before you got to know the archer himself.

It was during one of the community movie nights that he first said hello. You were passing out some newly made treats for the kids when Daryl and Dog came strolling in. Seeing Dog always made you smile, so you immediately knelt down and accepted his welcoming, sloppy kisses and excitement.

“Hey buddy!” you laughed as he jumped up, one paw on either shoulder as he peppered you with a greeting.

“Dog, down!” Daryl chastised and was satisfied when Dog immediately heeled to his side. “Sorry, he gets excited.”

“It's fine. I love seeing him around! I wish we had more pets in the community. I know the kids get a kick out of him.”

Daryl nodded and ruffled the dog’s head. “He alright to come in with me?”

“Of course! I mean, if the King could once rule with a Tiger by his side, I can’t imagine a dog attending movie night would be a big deal,” you said and gave Daryl a playful wink.

He snorted, what you assumed to be a laugh, but realized there was a sense of sadness on his face. You thought he made just take his dog and move on, but he hesitated.

“You knew Shiva?” he asked softly.

“I did. I’ve been here since the beginning. She was a spectacular animal.”

“She was,” he said, chewing his bottom lip. “Shame she didn’t make it.”

“A lot of good soldiers were lost in that war. She was one of them,” you mused, your heart filling with a swell of both pride and loss.

Again, Daryl nodded. “Glad there are still some here that remember those days.”

“Me too.”

There was a moment, where Daryl’s steely blue eyes paired with yours. He allowed them to wander down the length of your body, but it was quick and didn’t linger; yet enough for that spark to flicker awake in place you kept feelings locked away. Through all your years at The Kingdom, he was the first man who was able to do that.

That was the first time you spoke to him. You really hoped it wouldn’t be the last. 

Over the next few months, Daryl and his faithful companion showed up at every movie night. You noticed him around the community more and anytime there was a task that involved more than just your set of hands, he was there. With each encounter, he would talk to you more and more. It got to be so frequent, that you began to think of him as a good friend; someone you could count on and looked forward to seeing. 

As winter set in, and the people of The Kingdom mostly kept to their own apartments, and you found yourself missing him. When the first real hard snowfall came, you took the chance of bundling up and headed out to the courtyard hoping that maybe he and Dog would be somewhere near. That day, all you found were a handful of kids making snow angels. Trying not to be disappointed, you turned to head back to your apartment. 

Right before you entered the building, from far off beyond the walls, you could faintly hear Dog barking. His familiar call instantly made you smile and turn away from home. Walking quickly as you could through the snow towards the gates, you climbed up to the platform and grabbed a pair of binoculars from one of the guards on duty. After scanning as far as you could, you finally spotted them, a few hundred yards out but pointed in the direction of home.

Not wanting to seem like you were waiting for them, you busied yourself around the gates, tending to some odds and ends that didn’t necessarily need tending too. When the doors finally opened, Dog came barreling in then skidded to a stop; causing a spray of snow to fly through the air. He was beyond rambunctious, tossing it up in the air with his snout, rolling in it and jumping up to catch it as it fell back to the Earth. You were so caught up in watching Dog enjoying himself you missed Daryl coming him and his gaze fixed on you. 

“Hey,” he greeted, close enough for you to notice him. 

“Oh, hey!” you replied, genuinely surprised to see him, despite knowing about his impending arrival. “What were you guys doing out there?”

“Huntin’. Thought maybe we’d cross a deer or somethin’.”

“Any luck?”

“Nah. There’s a good storm comin’. They’re all hold up somewhere by now. Got a bunch of rabbits though.”

“Oh, fantastic! I bet Nabila could do something with them to stretch them out for a bit.”

“Hope so. Pantry is good for most of the winter, but it helps to get some fresh meat when we can,” he hesitated, then whistled for Dog to join him. “I gotta go bring these in to get’em cleaned.”

You felt a weight of disappointment sit on your chest. You didn’t know what you wanted from him exactly but just knew that you wanted to be around him. “Oh… yeah, of course.”

“Dog! C’mon,” Daryl called, and once his companion obeyed, he headed off to the skinning shed.

You pulled your coat tighter around your shoulders and began to head back to your home when from the corner of your eye you saw Daryl freeze.  His head hung down, the long tendrils of hair obscuring your ability to read his expression. 

“Hey!” he called out and jogged to catch up with you. “Where—uh, I mean, what are you up to… now?”

“Heading in,” you smiled wanly and looked up to the sky that was now beginning to sprinkle more flakes. “Storm’s coming, right?”

“Yeah, not for a few hours more though I’d guess. You wanna help me with the rabbits?”

Doing your best to keep the rush of excitement at his invitation at bay, you nodded and shrugged as casually as you could. “Sure, why not. It’s been a while but I think I can remember how it’s done.”

“C’mon,” he said and motioned his head in the other direction. “We’ll see how ya do. Maybe next time you can come out huntin’ with us.”

The skinning shed was somehow colder than the outside itself. Daryl saw you shiver once he let the bag with his prey fall to the table with a thud. He pulled off his fur-lined poncho and held it out to you.

“No, I’m ok, thank you,” you said politely and moved to open the bag.

Daryl covered your hands with his to stop you and draped it over your arm.

“No, ya ain’t. Take it.”

You looked up at him and smiled, but not because of his generosity, because of how long his hand was lingering on yours.

Daryl cleared his throat and realized he was still holding your hands. “So, uh, you’ve done this before, huh? When?”

“As a kid. My brother took me hunting all the time. I honestly hated it, but I liked the time I spent with him, so I went.”

Daryl grunted an acknowledgment and went about removing the rabbits. As the next two hours went by, you each cleaned three and prepped the skins for future use. By the time you got the meat ready for Nabila and cleaned your hands, the snow was coming down in sheets. 

“Damn. I was hoping it would hold off a bit longer,” Daryl grumbled as you made your way across the courtyard towards the pantry.

“Why, you got a hot date?” You immediately cringed at yourself after asking.

Daryl snorted. “Nah. Was hoping to get back to camp.”

“Camp? I thought you were staying here.”

“I am, just been staying out beyond the walls trying to trap what I could before another storm came ‘round.”

“Oh, good. For a second there I thought you’d left the Kingdom.” You winced again when you realized how ridiculous you sounded and desperately just wanted to hide your face. You couldn’t look at him, but from the corner of your eye you saw him smirk.

“Wouldn’t want me to go, huh? Probably afraid you’d never see Dog again,” he scoffed and whistled at the dog to heel. 

“Well he is the happiest part of my day,” you said and wanted to add ‘and so are you’ but kept quiet and walked slowly beside him. “So, uh, where to after the pantry?”

“Guess back to the room Carol kept aside for me.”

“You don’t like staying there?”

Daryl shrugged. “It’s alright. I know she likes it when she can keep an eye on me.”

“That’s nice, knowing you have someone like that.”

“You don’t?”

“I have friends here, sure. But the way Carol goes on about you sometimes, she’s convinced you hung the moon. The King is too, for that matter.”

“It ain’t nothing. We’ve just been through it together, ya know?”

You did. But all you gave Daryl in response was a simple nod just as you arrived at the pantry door. After dropping off the rabbit meat, you and Daryl found yourselves back out in the cold. 

“Snow’s gettin’ deep. Probably should head inside,” he rasped and gave you a side-eyed look. 

“Yeah… you’re probably right.” Disappointed all over again. “Well, thanks for keeping me company, and for the rabbits. Maybe we can meet up for some of that stew Nabila’s gonna make tomorrow.”

Daryl seemed nervous as the wind whipped the long tendrils of his hair around his face. He chewed on his lower lip a little and nodded.

“We could. C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

“It’s fine. I’m good. I only live over there. Here, take your poncho, you’re much further across the campus.”

You started to take it off but for the second time that day, he put his hands over yours to stop you.

“Keep it. I got another,” he paused, but clearly wanted to say something else. Not wanting to scare him off, you waited quietly until he worked up the nerve to way whatever it was he wanted to. “Maybe, Dog and I could just come to your place. If I go and sit in that box with just him to talk to, I may end up back out there lookin’ for more rabbits,” Daryl said, not without a bit of humor.

His eyes narrowed on you, making you feel nervous yet excited for more time with him.

“Sure. I’m always up for your company. And Dog’s too, of course.”

“Of course,” he mocked and rolled his eyes. “Lead the way.”

It wasn’t long after, that you and Daryl were settled into your apartment. There wasn’t too much to it, but you found ways to occupy yourselves as the wind howled outside, dumping inches upon inches of fresh snow across The Kingdom. 

After you had heated up some leftover stew you had for the both of you, Daryl got up from where he was sitting on the floor and went to your cupboard. 

“Mind if I get a drink?” he asked, already looking through your supplies.

“Help yourself.”

A minute or two later, after rifling through your supplies, he popped his head back into your view to get your attention.

“Been hiding the good stuff, huh?” he said, revealing the small bottle of whiskey. “Where did you find this?”

“One of the scouts brought it back last summer. Found a bunch in some warehouse. Honestly forgot it was back there.”

“Nothing like a nip of booze to warm ya up.” Daryl raised the bottle up. “Whatcha say?”

“Crack it open,” you smiled and enjoyed Daryl’s reaction to your agreement.

He tossed the top on the counter and pulled a long shot straight from the bottle. There was no wince or bite to his expression as he swallowed the shot and held it out to you.

“Bottom’s up,” you smiled and did the same, except you did wince at the burn as it trickled down your throat.

Passing it back and forth, your conversation continued to be easy with him, mostly talking about the early days of the outbreak, where you both were, what you did. He told you about the group’s movements through Georgia that led to arriving in D.C. and you told him your story, about people you lost and how you landed at The Kingdom. These conversations were the norm now, replacing the ‘used to be’ chit chat of what do you do, where did you go to school…

Before you realized it, the room had gone almost completely dark. Despite the storm, the light of the day had been enough to keep the apartment well lit, but as the sunset behind the squall of snow, the interior was getting darker and darker. 

Since electricity was in short supply, you got up and started lighting the candles and turned on the one oil lamp you kept for just such an occasion. It was starting to get cold in the apartment, despite the fact that Daryl’s furlined poncho was still residing on your shoulders. 

Daryl held out the bottle to you again, his eyes following you after you took it, moving around the room and grabbing some of the snacks you kept on hand. 

“Still hungry?” you asked, holding out a small bag of sunflower seeds you had harvested and roasted last Autumn. 

“Kinda,” he shrugged and got up from where he had been sitting. Dog lifted his head to watch his master move across the room but laid it back down on his paws when Daryl didn’t go far.

“How come you ain’t shacked up with one of these guys here?” he asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity, and haze of slight intoxication in his eyes. 

His question left you speechless. “I--I--don’t know. Why aren’t you?” Was all you could think to say.

“Cause I ain’t into the guys around here,” he snarked and reached for the bottle of whiskey.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “Why do you want to know?”

Daryl shrugged. “You’re a pretty girl. Seems like you should belong to someone.”

“I belong to myself, Daryl. I don’t need someone in my life to make me complete, or to keep me safe.” 

Realizing how defensive you probably sounded, you wrinkled your nose in frustration, then started to stumble in an effort to backtrack. You wanted to say more--the whiskey was nearly making you brave enough--but in the end were able to bite your tongue. But then Daryl’s expression faltered for a moment. It was then that you realized that if anything was ever to happen between you, you would have to make that first move.

“But,” you started, and paused, taking the bottle from his hand before he could take another sip. “That’s not to say I don’t miss being with someone. That I don’t think about having someone put their arms around me at night.”

“That right?” he eyed you carefully and watched you take another shot. 

“Mhm.” You wiped your lips and handed it back, but he shook his head no and took it from you. 

Daryl left the bottle on the table, giving a cursory glance over to Dog who was now happily snoozing on the floor by the front door. When he did turn back to you, there was a change in his expression that you’d never seen before. 

“What?” you asked with a scoff. “I got a booger or something?”

Daryl shook his head. He slowly closed the distance and when he was a mere inches away, you understood this new expression he wore. Daryl was nervous, too.

“Nah,” he said in that low rasp of his you were coming to love. “You’re pretty is all.”

“You said that already,” you said and tried to swallow through the sudden lump of anxious excitement that bound up in your throat.

Daryl hesitantly reached out, cupping your elbow and drawing you in the last step that stood between you. He bent down, keeping his eyes open and holding your gaze as he moved closer to your lips. From behind him, Dog whined and turned his head just as you felt the warmth of Daryl’s breath touch your mouth. A small spark jumped between you and him, as his lips finally touched yours. It felt like it was all happening in slow motion, but it was happening. A moment you found yourself dreaming about late at night, and even in the mundane tasks of the day, was finally happening. 

The kiss was soft, and sweet. You could taste the remnants of the whiskey and when you were brave enough to part his lips with your tongue, it was strong and bitter. You were instantly lost in the moment. His hand slowly traveled from your elbow, off your arm and around your waist as he slowly turned you placing your back squarely against the counter. The whiskers around his upper lip tickled your face, but it only added to the moment. 

Daryl pressed his body against you, the weight of which felt comforting and safe. It had been years since anyone had you in a position like this, mostly because it was so hard to trust anyone enough to leave yourself this vulnerable. But with him, it wasn’t a question; with Daryl, you felt more at ease and safe than with anyone else… ever. 

You pulled back, hanging your face and trying to cover the bout of nerves that lived there.  

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, lifting your chin with his fingers, “I wanna see you.”

“Why?” you asked, though you verbalized it with a purpose, it came out in barely a whisper.

Daryl shrugged and then turned his head to look at his canine friend now calmly asleep by the front door. “Dog liked ya. Trust him more than anyone.”

“Even Carol?” you asked, unable to help to tease him a little. 

“She did marry a fake King… maybe not the best judgment,” he scoffed in a low rasp. “Besides, I told ya, you’re pretty. Hard to find pretty girls you can trust these days.”

“That so?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, biting down softly on the inside of his lip while his blue eyes studied you closely. “Be alright if Dog and I ride this out with you?”

“I’d like that.”

“Even if its a few days?”

You nodded. “I got plenty of whiskey. Snacks, too.”

From outside the wind blew harder, nearly shaking the building itself. Snow began falling in heavy, wet sheets and snaps of trees could be heard in the distance. 

“Good thing,” he said, looking out of the window in the kitchen. “Don’t think its gonna let up anytime soon.”

“Too bad,” you said, letting your eyes wander back to his lips. “Maybe we should settle in. Get comfortable…” 

You grabbed the bottle of whiskey and went to move from between him and the counter, but didn’t get far before his reached out to stop you. He drew you back and kissed you again; this time he was far more assured and persistent in how he maneuvered his mouth to work with yours. When he pulled back, he was smiling.

“Yeah… let’s do that. Can think of a few ways we could pass the time.”

Without another word, you, Daryl and the bottle of whiskey crawled onto the bed, wrapped yourself in blankets and found ways to ride out the storm.

[ebachan]

Crossing destinies – Chapter 1 – The first contact (4/6)

Original AU: @gaysilver

Inspired by: @sonicrobots

Genre: Action, adventure, fantasy

Rating: T (14+), middle+ violence (maybe light swearing)

Story:

Shadow is a priest living peacefully in a middle sized town. But lately, he is noticing dark aura is surrounding its citizens, causing them to behave aggressively. As he is investigating the cause of this, he encounters Sonic - a mischievious boy being outside at such late hour. Before he can accompany him to a safer place, he notices a sinister aura. There is a demon nearby, so he makes a totally believable excuse and rushes there. There he meets small demonic creature - Eclipse feasting on his prey. The clash is inevitable and no one knows how it ends… especially when certain hedgehog makes a bigger mess. After this night, nothing will be ever the same.

Sonic's head went blank, but his legs reacted and that saved his life. Despite the frantic leg movement, he stayed in one place, splashing the demon with the water. “Gah, bleh!” he coughed, spitting the water around and cleaning it from the eyes. Once he was able to see, Sonic was already gone. “That brat!!” he angrily shouted and climbed the building next to him. “Where did he run?!”

He quickly noticed him running into big metal complex he remembered is called the factory. “Fine, if you wanna play, I shall play with you,” he sinisterly smiled. He glided to the entrance, entering. He heard the kid’s steps echoing from all sides. The space around him was large. There were metal tubes, pipes, some big machines, cables, ladders, chains, hooks and tons of other stuff around.

Few chains were actually still swinging a bit. 'There he is,' he smirked. He quickly climbed up. There he picked the boy's smell. 'This will be so easy.' He continued on all four. He actually loved to move that way, it gave him greater pleasure during hunting. Soon he noticed it was on a platform few meters above him. He got an idea. “Hey, kid!” he called him gently. “Did I scare you?” Sonic stopped moving.

“I'm really sorry for it. You see, I'm new in this town and as I was walking by, the building suddenly collapsed. It scared me and when you saw me… well, I thought you will think it was my fault. I was afraid I won't get any friends 'cause of it.”

“Friends?” asked Sonic.

“Yes, friends! Let's be friends! As an apology, I'll give you my candy!”

“Really?!” Sonic's head appeared over the edge.

“Yes!”

“But… I'm afraid to climb down. Will you catch me, if I jump down?”

The demon's eyes shined. “But of course!” he opened his arms. “You are my first friend after all!”

“Okay, I'll just get ready.” he disappeared.

'Like for real?! That kid is so dumb!! It's literally jumping in my mouth!' From above he heard his steps and then some metallic sound. “What are you---!!” His eyes widen as a big barrel rolled at him from above, burying him. “Gah!” That kid caught him completely off guard. He roared, lifted the barrel and tossed it away. “You brat!!” No bone was broken, but his wings were now hurting like hell. “That's enough!! I'll kill you!!”

He jumped on the platform, immediately spotted running Sonic and gave a chase. This wasn't just about the wings, his pride was hurt… a lot. He considered all humans to be pathetic and weak, but this one was way too long a pain in his neck. He made a lot of noise as he was crashing into things, barrels and other stuff. It wasn't because he was clumsy, he wanted to make him nervous and raising his panic level to the max. He was the hunter here!

In other words – he was showing off and pleasing his sadistic nature. He laughed as he was again in a good mood, but he sure wasn't forgetting the earlier humiliation. In his head he imagined, how he is catching the kid, scratching its skin bit by bit, licking the fresh blood and letting him run for a while before repeating his favorite pass-time activity – the slow torture.

Meanwhile, Sonic's head was full of chaotic thoughts, despite it, he was more or less calm. His speed and knowledge of the terrain gave him a hope and confidence. The demon, after all, hasn't caught up to him in this place, not even once. He remembered a chain net on the platform in front of him. He sped up a bit overcoming the stairs in a sec, he grabbed the chain, turned around and with the help of momentum with adrenaline he tossed it at the demon.

Once more he caught him off guard. The demon toppled back, rolling from the stairs down, cursing. Sonic didn't watch him, he continued running. He was afraid that once he stops, he won't be able to run anymore. The sounds of tearing metal were heard. The demon was free in no time. It didn't slow him down much, it just made him angrier.

“I'll so enjoy tearing you apart!” the demon yelled and jumped to the next platform. Sonic was like ten or so meters in front of him. One bigger jump was enough to catch up, yet he didn't do it. He noticed the kid was running toward the torn down part. The ground was more than forty meter away. There were only two choices; to stop or to fall down. Either way, he would get the kid. He licked his lips. The fun part was so near.

Three… two steps… the kid… “What?!” the demon couldn't believe his own eyes. The kid didn't stop, neither started to fall to its death, but it jumped. For the first time, the demon noticed the smell of a fear was weakening around his prey. 'How's that possible?' He rushed after him, not losing him from the sight. The few seconds Sonic spent in the air felt like an eternity, but his hands were slowly reaching his next step – the hanging chain.

His fingers… barely scratched it. The wave of panic flooded his mind as he was falling to his death. His mind went blank all of sudden. The time stopped. No sound reached his ears. He could only feel a strange sensation inside. It was filling him from the tip of fingers to the very core of bones. It vibrated with his whole body.

Eclipse's hand was just a few inches from him, ready to grab him. He, after all, disliked minced meat. Sonic's body curled up and started to spin, escaping demon's preying claws at the last moment.

“What?!” shouted demon, gliding down.

The kid's spinning body crashed into the platform meters below, making a big hole and continuing down and down, bouncing from more sturdy things and constantly continuing down. The demon was honestly surprised. He flew down expecting dead body. Who would survive such harsh falling anyway? The answer… THAT kid. It was laying on metal trash, coughing, but alive. The demon was astonished. His body was trembling… with an excitement. This was… was…

He grabbed the kid's t-shirt. The unusual maneuver still left him with tons of bruises, fatigue and slightly bleeding head. The demon laughed. “Amazing! Amazing! You never cease to surprise me, blue hedgehog! You have made me change my mind!”

Sonic's weak hands grabbed the demon's one, vainly struggling to become free.

“I'll won’t kill you! Isn't it great?!” his smile was so big now. “I'll keep you as my pet! I'll feed you and take care of you,” his smile turned to an evil grin, “then I'll hunt you down! And if you want to live I suggest you impress me. Make me surprised!! Make me excited!! I'll make you run for my sake!!”

Sonic's tears were falling down. The demon could finally smell the familiar and beloved mix of panic, terror, fear, and hopelessness. He couldn't contain his excitement and licked the fresh blood. Sonic screamed in terror.