#im gonna decide that herb found him and took him home to take care of him while agatha is gone

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Soooo like what’s going on with señor scratchy?

Is he okay?

They just left him behind with no one to take care of him…

[scariusaquarius]

en’ca minne 5

Geralt of Rivia & Child! Reader

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A/n: i can’t tell you guys how much i enjoy writing this story, but i would seriously appreciate comments and reblogs. This story will continue to kick off right from where it left off in previous chapters. Comments are appreciated. Please do not put ‘please tag me’ in the comments. Send me an ask instead.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five (Here) | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight (Soon)

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Genre: Angst, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Horror Rated: General Warning: Canon-typical Violence, Abandonment, Suspense,  Blood, Gore, Blood and Gore, Graphic Depictions of Rotting Corpses/Animals, Child Abuse, Depcitions of Throwing Up, Vomit

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Author: dabisburntnut

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As they rode, (Y/n) made sure to hide her face into his chest, shielding it from the chill of the morning, and Geralt kept a hand on her shoulder as they rode on towards the village.  

When the sun had begun to light up the valley, they had arrived in Blackbough, the village quiet and looking comfortable. Seeing a blacksmith and merchants, Geralt decided to stop by and ask about the Pellar while restocking, repairing, and buying some stuff for (Y/n).

“Stay with Roach.”

(Y/n) nodded, and Geralt approached the Blacksmith.

“Got a minute?”

“Sure thing.”

Geralt nodded once before asking him.

“Was wondering if I could have a look at your stock.”

The Blacksmith nodded, saying.

“You’ll find only the nicest blades here.”

As Geralt began to buy and trade with the Blacksmith, (Y/n) began to feel hot, coughing lightly. Geralt’s ears picked up, and he asked the blacksmith.

“Do you know where I could find the Pellar?”

“That old bat? He’s just a ways north. I warn ye though, he’s a bit messed in the head.”

That was just great. Geralt sighed before thanking the blacksmith, trying up his new stock to Roach before asking (Y/n).

“Are you okay?”

“My tummy still hurts.”

Geralt sighed before glancing at his bag with his oils and potions. He really shouldn’t give her any of his potions...but if it was the last option that he had, then Geralt would be left no choice. He really hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Sighing lightly, Geralt replied.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to get you some medicine.”

(Y/n) nodded, and Geralt climbed up onto Roach, beginning his way to the Pellar. However, when he arrived at the home of the old man, there were other people who seemed to want to see him as well. One of the men turned and gestured to Geralt.

“Hey, look! Some stray's wandered our way.”

“Sod off, freak!”

One of the men asked Geralt, glaring at the witcher.

“What do you want?”

Geralt climbed down from the saddle, replying as he crossed his arms.

“Wanna talk to the Pellar.”

The man scoffed, tilting his nose up at Geralt.

“Too late. We've got dibs on a chat with 'im. A long one.”

Geralt raised his brow. Had (y/n) not been with him, he would have already used Axii to make them leave. However, there was another part of him that wondered what the Baron’s henchmen would want with the Pellar and instead asked.

“What do you want from him?”

“To give 'im what he deserves!”

Geralt prodded more, raising his brow even more.

“And that is?”

One of the guards became angry, saying.

“He done conjured auguries. Said something evil had made its nest between Edric's bowels. Told Edric to eat rowan berries, lots of 'em!”

Another of the men spoke up.

“Ever since, Edric's lived in the outhouse, and he's got hardened pustules all over him!”

Geralt sighed and rubbed his bearded chin, deciding what the safest route to go would be.

“Just so happens I need the pellar alive. So if you agree to leave him alone, for good, I'm willing to tell you how to help Edric.”

The guards began to talk among themselves before one of them spoke up.

“Hmmm...well, all in all...”

Geralt became impatient, asking as his brows furrowed.

“Yes or no?”

“Fine. Let's hear it.”

Geralt instructed, gesticulating as he did so.

“A tea of mullein leaves for his belly and cover his boils with mallow. A few days and he'll be as good as new.”

The guards began to talk among themselves as they left, and Geralt looked over at (Y/n).

“Are you alright?”

She nodded, and Geralt smiled slightly at her before walking to the door of the Pellar’s home, knocking loudly.

“Hey! Anybody home? Open up, it's safe now.”

Through the door, Geralt could hear the old man.

“Devils! Who do they bring?! What seek ye?”

Geralt replied, glancing at the sick girl upon Roach’s saddle.

“I need your help.”

“Ooh...a man -- nay -- a wolf, gray, though not old...and with him, his pup…though not of the same fur…similar, yet unlike. 'Tis he the pellar awaits.”

The door opened, and there stood the old man. Geralt took the door opening as an invitation, and picked (Y/n) up, bringing her inside. The door closed, and (Y/n) was set down in one of the chairs, her bright eyes looking up at the old man in interest. Geralt picked an amulet from his pocket, holding it up for the Pellar.

“Recognize this? Made of spruce wood, strong smell of juniper. Designed to protect someone.”

The Pellar nodded to Geralt.

“Freshly cut spruce sprinkled with goat's blood, then tempered with an incense of earthsmoke and jupiter. For Anna. To protect her.”

Geralt became intrigued, asking the Pellar as the man rummaged through his things.

“So, designed to protect her. From what?”

The Pellar then shook his head.

“Oh, the dear -- besieged, she was. Evil all around, wanting to possess her. Old magic born of oblivion, from dark sources emerged.”

Geralt hummed.

“Old magic? Can you be more specific?”

The Pellar shook his head.

“Tis’ naught for mouth-speech, nor for the touch. A small protective charm -- not a thing a more a pellar could do.”

Geralt huffed lightly. Of course. It was always something that kept people from speaking.

“Anna and her daughter are missing. Know where they are?”

“Nay, no, nay. Pellar don't know. But the spirits could know. The pellar will augur, the spirits ask.”

Geralt became exasperated, showing no signs of his impatience except for the sarcasm that dripped from his lips like spicy honey.

“Spirits, great, fine with me. Long as I know where to look, where to find them.”

The pellar shook his head, mumbling almost too himself.

“Lost, lost...must be found... Princess! None better than Princess for findin' things.

“Princess? Which princess?”

(Y/n) perked up.

“There’s a princess?”

Geralt looked over at (Y/n) before back at the Pellar, who nodded furiously before escorting Geralt outside to show an empty pen.

“Princess! My goat! She's fled!”

Oh, for fucks sake. Geralt took a deep breath before observing.

“Those men must've scared her off. Can we get back to the auguring?”

The Pellar scoffed.

“Without the goat? Impossible. No goat? Hmph, won't work!”

Geralt scratched at his beard before letting his arms fall to his side.

“Huh, will you help me if I bring the goat back?”

However, the Pellar ignored him, calling for his goat.

“Princess, Princess, where've you got to, girl?”

Geralt groaned lightly to himself, shaking his head before walking back into the hut.

“I need you to stay here, okay?”

(Y/n) looked up at him, glancing at the Pellar when he walked back into the hut.

“Will you be gone long?”

“Not too long. I need to find Princess-his goat.”

(Y/n) looked sad, mumbling as she coughed into her arm.

“Oh, I thought it was a real princess.”

Geralt smiled lightly.

“Not this time, kid.”

Geralt looked over at the Pellar and said to him.

“Fine. I'll get your goat, but you need to do something else for me in return.”

The Pellar waved Geralt off.

“Already had the teas brewing, salves thickening, and herbs marinating. The spirits told me I’d need to brew medicine! Omens…the omens never lie.”

Geralt was surprised a bit before the Pellar handed him a bell.

“The bell! The little bell's ringing -- she loves it! Ring, ring, and she will follow! Uh, for a while. But beware of wild strawberries. Raspberries, too.”

Geralt gave the man a deadpan look as he took the bell, shaking it a bit before putting it into his pocket.

“Yeah, treacherous as beasts go. I always keep an eye out for 'em. You’ll give (Y/n) the medicine while I’m gone, right?”

“Course, course! Purge the darkness in the pup’s gut...make her fur shine again.”

Geralt was almost certain that the old man wasn’t completely right in the head, but if he was going to help (Y/n), then Geralt guessed that he couldn’t refuse the Pellar. Geralt leaned down a bit, sitting down beside (Y/n) and saying to her softly.

“I’m gonna be gone for a bit, but the Pellar is going to take care of you while I am. I trust that you’ll be good.”

(Y/n) nodded, and Geralt smiled down at her before placing a hand on her head, brushing back her bangs a bit before standing up. Getting his gear ready, he looked back at (Y/n).

“I’ll be back.”

Just as he walked out, Geralt did not miss the next two words that came from (Y/n)’s lips.

“Bye, Daddy.”

[CHAPTER SIX]

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