#jaskier x f!reader fluff | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

andsheloved · 3 years ago

Text

music begins

pairing ~ jaskier x f!reader

word count ~ 3.5k

summary ~ jaskier reminds you just how much you mean to him in the only way he knows how.

warnings ~ fluff, some angst, hurt/comfort, crying, discussion of general insecurity and body image issues, mention of reader wearing a skirt, slight witcher season 1 + 2 spoilers, mild language, mention of a height difference, reader gets jealous, self doubt, mention of 'drinks' though not explicitly stated as alcohol (and not drank by reader), mentions of men being drunk.

a/n ~ based off of this ask!! so thank you my lovely soft thought anon!! this went from a less than 100 word soft thought, into a drabble, into a one shot, i simply could not stop myself with soft jaskier. without further ado, i hope you all enjoy!! mwauh!!

You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest. He knew what he did, you knew that it was just part of his job, but that fact still didn't make things any less frustrating seeing girls all around the tavern throw themselves at him.

You tried to focus on him, it usually wasn't this difficult to keep your attention on the man singing loud enough to shake the hinges off the tavern doors, but with every turn of his coat and wink thrown into the audience, you felt your eyes wandering to the swooning women offering up coy smiles and whispering bashfully to their friends before returning their lewd gazes to Jaskier.

You hated it.

You could remember the day he had first stormed into your life like it had happened only yesterday.

Before Witchers and tossing coins and child surprises.

Before all that, he was yours.

"Thank you ladies and-" He was cut off by another drunken heckle and you watched how his mouth opened, preparing to respond to the man. He raised his fist, but something about him somehow told you that he wasn't the type to resort to violence in these situations. He stammered, swallowing thickly as he tried to think of something to say, and you waited patiently on the edge of your seat for his response. His hand fell to his side as he sighed, mumbling a hushed 'forget it' as he stomped past you.

The words left your lips faster than you could even process them yourself, "Don't listen to them."

You could hear how the floorboards underneath his feet wailed as he paused in his tracks, and you instantly wished you could pluck the words from the air.

You cringed at the sound of his footsteps returning to you, and reluctantly you finally mustered the courage to turn in your seat to face him.

His mouth was slightly agape as he took you in, eyes flickering up and down your form as he inched closer to you. "Come again?" He finally spoke, almost breathlessly, as if he were trying to catch his breath from your statement.

You swallowed, your hands fidgeting in your lap before you finally responded. "Don't listen to them," You gave a shy smile, trying to ignore the strange heat that crawled up your cheeks from his burning, blue gaze. "Closest thing they've heard to music is their Roosters in the morning." You sputtered, almost wincing at your awkward attempt at humor.

His hearty laugh warmed your heart unexpectedly, and you found yourself suddenly laughing with him. His laugh sounded like sunshine, and the fresh, sunny part of Spring, you felt your shoulders sagging in relief at the sound of it.

"At least someone with taste frequents this inn..." He spat jokingly, quickly sliding into the bench seat across from you in the corner booth you had settled yourself in before his performance. He unceremoniously slammed his Lute on the table, making you jump at the sound.

"Oh I- No, I work here." You mumbled, quickly raising the beige colored rag that had been tucked into the waistband of your skirt.

"What is a place like you doing with a girl like this?" He smirked, now resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he leaned forward on the table, as if to get a better look at you.

You let out a soft, amused hum, trying to thwart the unanticipated fluttering that had begun to bloom in the pit of your stomach. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Only to ones that speak to me-"

"Hey!" The sudden booming voice of the innkeeper had you both turning towards the bar. "Don't pay ya to socialize!" He called out, his frustrated grumbling audible from across the room.

"I'm sorry I-"

"Yeah, no, I'd better get going-"

You clumsily stumbled over each others farewells, exchanging uncomfortable chuckles before you finally gathered yourselves.

"I thought you sang wonderfully," You smiled, untucking the rag from your skirt as you leaned over a nearby table, mindlessly wiping it down. "And it was very nice to meet you"

"Likewise..." You could sense an unfamiliar sort of tension radiating between the two of you. It was a magnetic sort of warmth that kept pulling you towards each other, making it so neither one of you wanted to initiate a goodbye.

"It's been a pleasure" He added, but before you could respond, a loud, metallic clash broke you from your thoughts.

You closed your eyes, an exasperated sigh falling from your lips, "I'm sorry" You winced apologetically, gathering the few pewter mugs that had been left on the table into your arms.

"Get the bard out!" The man behind the bar finally shouted, loud enough to even wake the sleeping man who had been resting his head on the edge of the bar. "He's stayed his welcome!"

"I do believe that is my cue" He grinned cheerfully, grabbing his Lute from the table behind him and reluctantly turning from you.

You smiled as he walked off, you couldn't remember the last time you had experienced a conversation with someone that consisted more of drunken grunts or orders to clear the tables faster.

"Your name!" You heard a shout from the door, and you lifted your head to see what the ruckus was about, you weren't shocked to see who it was. "I never got your name!"

"Fuck off!" Another jeer came from your employer behind you, though the man was still insisted.

You called out your name over the suddenly groaning crowd, expressing their discontent with all the shouting and the bard's still-lingering presence.

You could hear his contented hum as he looked at you, "Music" he muttered, before finally exiting the tavern.

You knew of the exceptions of his occupation, you were no stranger to the ever-revolving group of musicians and singers that found themselves stumbling through the battered entryway of the inn.

Though something deep inside you told you that it would be different this time.

Unlike all the other boozing men that stumbled into the tavern in the small hours of the night with a lute in their hand, shouting nonsense at anyone who would listen, only to walk off unphased the next morning, never to return. Those men never even cared to tip you, even when they spilled their entire mug of ale across the floor, let alone ask for your name.

This one was different.

He'd be back.

Within only a matter of weeks, the two of you had settled into a comfortable routine. The village you had found yourself stuck in for the majority of your life had made a quite name for itself in the realm of monsters, so Witchers were not an uncommon sight in your tavern, though you couldn't say you had ever seen one bring along such a companion as Jaskier.

The taller man was almost completely silent, though it could be said that even the loudest gossip in town was fairly quiet in comparison to Jaskier. He didn't say much, only muttering a few 'thank you's' to you occasionally when you served the men their drinks after longer journeys.

You were only friends back then, even in the moments when it felt like so much more, you didn't want to sacrifice what you had for something that seemed so destined to fail.

Between his own unpredictability and unusual travelling schedule, you weren't sure your heart would be able to manage, and even though you shared nothing but friendship at the time, it seemed to be no use even as your stomach dropped into a pit of dread when he told you how long he would be leaving you this time.

"You look as radiant as ever" His familiar, lilting tone almost had you closing your eyes to appreciate the full sound of his voice without any distraction.

"I bet you say that to all the girls" You smiled, eagerly settling your hands on either side of his collar.

"Only to ones that compliment my singing..."

You could hear the annoyed groans from the white haired man behind him, though you couldn't bring yourself to care.

When he looked at you, it was like he was really seeing you. Not just as someone who brought him his drinks or as someone to flirt with every time he came to town, he saw you.

When he stared at you, it always looked as if he were studying you, his gaze always flickering from your eyes to the tip of your nose, to the small wrinkles that gathered at the corners of your eyes. On some nights, on those late evenings when neither of you could bring yourselves to sneak back off into your rooms at the back of inn, when all that illuminated the empty tavern was a single flame lantern in between the two of you, you would swear that his gaze would quickly shift to your lips.

"I'll miss you" He finally sighed.

"You'll be back before you know it" You feigned a weak smile as your hands crept their way onto either side of his collar. "And I'll be right here."

"You always are."

"And I always will." You replied softly.

"You're too good for me..."

There was a pregnant pause between the two of you as you took each other in. Examining each others faces as if attempting to commit every feature to memory before you were robbed of each others presence once again.

"When I get back..." He whispered, his lips almost ghosting over the shell of your ear, "Come with me."

You quickly snapped your head back, your eyes wide with shock and confusion. "Jaskier, all I've ever done is..." You glanced around the gloomy, dimly lit tavern, "This... I don't know how useful I would be-"

"No, just you and me... I just-" His voice was frantic before he cut himself off with a sigh, gathering himself before continuing, "I just can't do... This," He hastily gestured between the two of you, "...Anymore. I can't leave you again... I won't... My heart can't bear it."

Ever since you could recall a single memory, it seemed you were planted immovably within the four walls of the tavern. You had been content with that life for so long, never wishing for anything more but a decent tip and pleasant customers. Though ever since you had first met Jaskier, with his stories of adventure and daring and life, you found yourself dreaming of a life beyond the walls you had once comfortably regarded as your own personal cut of the world. At night, instead of empty, barren nights in a drafty chamber, you dreamt of another life entirely.

One with him.

"Say you'll come with me." He sighed, exasperated, "Please." His brow furrowed as he begged, and you took a final look around the tavern.

The innkeeper grunted angrily from behind the bar, men littered the scattered tables, some with their heads on their plates, some staring mindlessly at the wall, yelling unintelligibly about the wrongs of the world. There was a couple sat in a booth in the corner, bickering about whatever nonsense that would surely end up with ale spilled all over the table.

People were always coming and going in the village searching for work, and what did you have to loose?

You smiled as a new air of certainty washed over you, and you were certain you had never been more sure of anything in all of your years.

"Yes."

The rest of your story was history, and although friends came and left you both along your journeys, you knew that you always had each other. Even when the world seemed to be crashing down around the both of you, you would only hold each others hand until you could finally see the sunlight once more.

And once you could both could feel the sun on your skin again and the dust finally settled, he still stood beside you.

Even if you wanted to, his presence was not one you could easily escape. You wondered how Geralt did it, with "Toss a Coin" being the drinking song of choice across the continent most nights. You knew that even if you tried, you'd never be fully rid of Jaskier, not that you'd ever want to be.

As you watched him sing and swagger around the tables and chairs before you, a strange mix of pride and something different brought a furious heat to your cheeks.

You were happy for him, really, you were. You considered it an honor to see him grow into the whirlwind individual he was now, drawing in crowds large enough that some patrons even needed to be turned away at the door.

Though you'd be lying if you didn't admit that on some nights, it began to feel as if you were being left behind. On evenings when he was kept late from coming home with you due to encore after encore requested by the women who just couldn't seem to get enough of him, he would indulge them of course, winking to you from the small raised platform before you finally head out for the night, it was hard to think you were anything more than one of his many female devotees.

You whimpered at the thought, the idea that one day he could pack up and disappear from your side haunted you. The image of Jaskier venturing off with another woman he had met at some local tavern just like he did with you, leaving you with nothing but the remains of once cherished memories, continuously nagged at you from the darkest corners of your mind.

There was a soft knock on the door frame of your bedroom, "Darling..?"

You hummed, content that he was finally home, even as your betraying imagination still continued to torment you with what if's.

"You left early" He sighed, slowly stepping behind you until his chest was almost entirely flush against your back, wrapping his arms gently around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Tired" You mumbled, still focusing on busying yourself on thoughtlessly turning and fluffing the pillows.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, his worry evident in his tone.

"Jaskier, I'm fine" You groaned, "I promise."

"Love, it's not that I don't believe you, it's only that I don't"

You let out an exasperated huff as you finally spun in his arms. "I promise" You hated how your voice wavered as you spoke. You were fine, truly, you were happy, all of his dreams were coming true and you had the honor of being a part of it all.

He sighed your name, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, "Then why are you crying?"

You cursed internally for not realizing you had begun crying earlier when you were lost in your own spiraling thoughts. There was no use in holding them back now, and even though you absolutely despised the heartbroken expression that instantly fell onto his features, you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel nice to finally let go of the tension that had been building up for months without end.

He gently nudged you onto the bed and settled himself beside you, sitting close enough where you could still feel the warmth of presence, but far enough way where you had room to breathe.

"Tell me what's wrong, please, let me fix it" He pleaded.

You wanted nothing more than to tell him, he was finally giving you an opportunity to finally say what had been weighing on your mind for months, yet, all you wanted to do now was go to sleep and pray he would forget about all this in the morning. A new fear crept into your mind, one more terrifying than the last.

That this was all in your head.

Maybe you had been just overreacting, you thought, it was part of his job after all, to entertain. If that included winking and flirting with everyone else in the crowd, than so be it.

"Please" You heard him whisper through the fog of your thoughts, and his delicate, melodic voice was the last hammer to your slowly crumbling resolve.

"I miss you, Jaskier" You finally sputtered, your voice broken and weak. "I see you up there, and I'm so happy for you, but then I see the how the other women look at you, and I know how they feel and I-" You were cut off by a choked sob, one that you almost didn't even recognize as coming from you at first. "I would understand if you-"

"Don't." His voice was shockingly stern, causing you to finally look up at him through your lashes. "Don't you dare."

"I'm sorry-"

"And don't apologize either, you've nothing to apologize for." His tone was sharp and almost frustrated, though as you examined his features, you could tell he was anything but. His eyes were gentle and apologetic, his brows furrowed in concern as he studied you.

"They're just all so..." You waved your hands aimlessly, hoping he would understand what you meant, "And I'm only... Me."

A hushed gasp left his lips before he responded, "Do you truly not see yourself as I do?"

You winced, your eyes dropping to the floor as a strange, ashamed sort of heat bloomed in your chest.

Suddenly, you felt his forefinger and thumb grasp your chin, urging you to face him once again. "You are the most beautiful soul I have ever come across in all of my days. If I hadn't ever returned to that tavern, I don't believe I would ever be able to manage to write another lyric ever again, the highest beauty I would ever know has already passed me by."

Jaskier liked to talk, it was one of the many reasons you had fallen for him in the first place. You could tell when he was only speaking to get what he wanted, swindling inn keepers into letting you two stay another night, or even trying to talk Geralt out of leaving town again. His words as he spoke to you now though, held a certain weight to them. He wasn't loud, he wasn't making jokes, his voice was tender and calm as he whispered to you, he wasn't saying these things for anyone else but you.

"You are an aria come to life, my love. I consider it my highest honor to be blessed with your presence each day."

"Jaskier-"

He suddenly grasped both of your hands, as if to quiet your protests even before you had begun to form a sentence. He knew you too well.

"You're right when you say you aren't like the others though," He added abruptly, "You are extraordinary."

Even when you probably looked pathetic, tears streaked down your cheeks and eyes puffy, he looked upon you as if you were the most precious, rarest of jewels.

For a moment, his eyes flickered to something behind you and he smirked, you could already see the mischief stirring in his eyes as he began to plot.

In an instant, he had shot up from the bed, extending his hand to you. "Come," He requested plainly, "I want to show you something."

You hesitantly took his hand, allowing him to guide you to the small space between your bed and the fireplace where a large mirror stood imposingly.

He stood stiff behind you, almost trapping you in place with his presence. Your eyes were glued to the floor, you had had enough tears tonight, and you certainly didn't feel like looking at yourself in the mirror in the state you were in.

As if he sensed your internal hesitation, his hand found your face again, gently brushing your cheek, pushing it to the side so you could take in the picture of your reflection. "Look at you..."

You swallowed, your eyes tracing and noting every dimple, curve and freckle that you had always avoided focusing on for too long.

"A goddess." Jaskier whispered, so quietly that you questioned if he had even meant for you to hear it. "Look at you, carved from the finest marble money could buy, draped in silk..." His hand drifted from your chin, tracing the line of your neck and down the plane of your arm. "How you are not the muse of a thousand men is beyond me."

More tears rolled down your cheeks as a faint, melancholy smile played on your lips.

"I know it may take you some time for you to see these things as I do, but please, just listen to me. You are exquisite." He quickly spun you in his arms, planting his hands firmly on your hips. "And if you still don't ever see yourself as I do, please know that there will always be one thing that you have that they never will."

You sniffled, hastily wiping the few stray tears that had fallen. "What?" You breathed quietly.

"When I look at you, well..." He sighed, "That's when the music begins."

You let out a soft sigh, pressing your slightly dampened cheek onto the thin fabric of his shirt.

"They're all for you... They always were, they always will be."

There was a moment of comfortable quiet between the two of you as you both soaked in each others presence, swaying gently as you held each other.

"I love you." You muttered into his chest.

You could hear the smile in his voice as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I love you, darling."

There was a brief pause before you began to chuckle. "I bet you say that to all the girls..."

You could feel the smirk in his voice, an amused hum rumbling in his chest as he replied. "Only to you."

oh my goodness, this was an absolute joy to write and i got slightly emotional over this :') i've 100% been needing some insecurity comfort recently and gosh this soft thought made me scream!! i hope you enjoyed this my anonymous friend!! and to everyone else, i also hope you thoroughly enjoyed!! i want you all to know that you are all masterpieces and i love you all so very much!! mwauh!!

as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!!

want more witcher? check out my masterlist!!

340 notes · View notes

joelslegalwhre · 2 years ago

Text

Her Sweet Kiss

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

(Requested on Wattpad)

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

word count ⁀➷ 3.2k

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

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

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

Jaskiers song

🥤my kofi if you’d like to leave a tip🩷

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you turned around and disappeared through the wooden door.

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

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

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

Geralt gave him a glance and sat down.

"What do you want?" Geralt grumbled.

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

„Hm."

„Dead sheep everywhere." he continued his story.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„l'm in.”

„Mother of. Jaskier sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello again, Witcher." you said coldly.

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

The black dragon growled dangerously as you approached Geralt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Neither of you paid any attention to the bard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You walked out of the cave and Geralt followed you.

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

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

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

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

"Ehm, if I may-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jaskier's eyes widened as he looked past him.

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

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

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

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

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

The song about her sweet kiss.

༄ Don't copy, translate or republish any of my works on any app or other platform please. I only post my work on Tumblr and Wattpad.

Reposts are always appreciated, they really make my day 🧡

1K notes · View notes

bippiti · 3 years ago

Text

YEARNING; jaskier the witcher

pairing fem! witcher x jaskier

summary set 2x2 , jaskier accompanies ciri and geralt to kaer morhen and meets the only female witcher; and as the party continues, one thing leads to another

wc 1.5 k

tags smut, p w/ plot, d/s dynamics, sub jaskier, not rlly any foreplay, making out, intentional lowercase

an this is my first actual fic so I hope you guys like it <33 also I still suck at summaries and this isn't proofread😭

you had reached kaer morhen a few days earlier, the winter bringing you and most other witchers back to the place you had called home. you had left to go get food from the market, as the men couldn't cook if their lives depended on it. as you entered, arms full of meat and local greenery, your eyes locked with a man you hadn't seen in a very long time

the meat and plants dropped to the floor, forgotten as you rushed to hug him. his strong, arms wrapped around yours, and as your nose met the crook of his neck, you were hit with the smell of woods, sweat, and horse; some things don't change after all. as you pulled away you smiled at the man.

"geralt, fancy seeing you here"

a faint smile graced his face as he laughed, "fancy seeing you here as well, y/n"

your eyes dart to behind him, seeing a girl no more than 12, her green eyes studying you, trying to get a sense of who you are. to her left, a man in a red jacket, with a pretty face. he seemed interesting enough. you walked over to them both, giving them a warm smile.

"I'm y/n pleasure to meet you both" you outstretched your hand to the girl who took it after staring at it skeptically for a moment, she shook it.

"I'm cirilla, nice to meet you miss y/n"

you laughed and she looked at you confused "you can call me y/n cirilla"

"alright then... y/n" she replied

turning over to her left you were met with grey eyes staring into what felt like your very soul.

"the names jaskier, pleasure to meet you" he stated as he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. you chuckled, feeling your face burn a little.

"pleasure to meet you as well, I take it you're a bard?" you state eyeing the lute strapped to his back

"indeed I am" he chimed taking a slight bow

you looked back to the food you had haphazardly thrown to the ground, as you picked it back up you nodded to the group

"dinner should be ready in around an hour, be there or you shall be what people eat morrow, and while I cook, you all need a bath you reek of horse and sweat" ordered, but the smile on your face made you look far less intimidating than you'd like. you sauntered off after, they became preoccupied with eskel, who had made an entrance after hunting a leshy

as you were nearing the end of your cooking, you heard women laughing and music starting to play. great, a party filled with the village whores, what fun this was going to be. you ladeled the stew into a bowl, expecting both geralt and jaskier to be out mingling with the ladies. as you walked out you saw cirilla looking down, following her eyes you saw the men drinking, the women flirting, many dancing, and doing other things someone her age shouldn't beat witness to. you made your way up the steps, hearing the noise she came closer to you.

"I've bought you stew, would you like to go to your room and chat?" you say as you offer her the warm bowl. she takes a moment to decide, and with a nod of her head she leads her through the hall into one of the rooms, the floor was still wet due to her bath, so you made a note in your mind to clean it as she slept. you both sat on the bed, sharing a peaceful moment of silence.

“so how did you become a witcher? i thought only men could” she inquired, her eyes gleaming with what you swore was.. admiration?

“well it was a process, and quite a difficult one at that” you sighed, continuing “it was even more so because the trials are more catered towards men” she scoffed as you went on “the trial for grass, for example, was already extremely hard to pass and i’m the only woman to have ever passed it, and dozens have tried, so i guess i’m either extremely lucky or talented, for my ego i like to go with talented”

“that’s quite ridiculous,” she says plainly. her face becoming one of sheer panic seconds later “not that you’re the ridiculous one- id never mean that- it’s just that- well i meant that the trials were ridiculous not you!” she says, stumbling over her words and talking faster than the speed of light. you laugh, and her expression morphs into one of confusion

“it’s quite alright i understand what you meant” her shoulders relax as she sighs. you look behind her, the opening in the wall showing that it was already a while past nightfall, the full moon outshining even the candlelight. “with that said, it’s quite late and a beautiful young lady like you needs her beauty rest” she laughs at that and agrees.

after you bid her goodnight you make your way back downstairs, the party was dwindling in numbers. it was safe to assume that they were all in some secluded corner doing god knows what. as you stood at the foot of the staircase you scanned the room for the bard from earlier, he was quite nice on the eyes and seemed to be an interesting character.

you heard someone come up behind you, and you turned around to find the same grey eyes observing you

“we meet again, bard” you say giving him an amused glance

“so we do y/n” he replies, something in his eyes is different but you can’t put your finger on it just yet

“enjoy the little party going on? we haven’t had one in ages” you looked back to see the chaos ensuing he nods and stands to your right, the smell of leather and lavender hitting your nostrils, baths truly could do wonders.

“it’s quite nice but to be honest, speaking to you is nicer”

you look at him, somewhat shocked at his forwardness and your eyes lock for a moment. you look away in a heartbeat, you felt like your face was burning from the tension. and as his hand brushes against yours you make eye contact once more and something shifts.

less than a few seconds later youre both leaning in. the kiss breaks after an instant and then chaos ensues, you grab him by the arm and drag him to your room giggling like children on your way there.

you pushed him back onto the bed and climbed back onto him, resuming your assault on his lips, your hands wandered into his hair, running through it. slowly traveling from his neck, to his arms, to his chest . before you knew it he was taking his shirt off and you taking yours. your lips clashed once more, fighting for dominance, but with a hand to his neck he immediately faltered.

he looked up at you lips swollen and wet. hair disheveled, chest falling up and down with eyes asking, no, begging for one thing. more. you indulged him, after all, you wanted him as badly. you pushed his pants down and pumped his length a few times, his voice breaking as he repeated, almost like a mantra,

“more, please give me more, fuck-“ he inhaled sharply as you pressed down on his leaking tip, it would be more than enough to make his entrance not painful for you. you lined him up with your entrance and glanced at him

“are you ready bard?” you asked, looking for any signs of displeasure in his face

“yes, now please just fuck me-“ he gasps out, having been fully sheathed inside you in one swift thrust. you didn’t let him finish his sentence, nor his train of thought as once you started to move, his head went west. the only things he could do was let out broken moans and beg you to not stop. you sped up, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. you were close and so was he, you could hear it in his voice. it was getting higher and higher, hitting notes he could only dream of under normal situations. with one final thrust you came, him following suit shortly after. after you rode off your orgasm, you got off of him.

he was staring into space, seeing stars, so it took a moment to register the warm cloth being pressed against his legs. he looked at you and you straightened

“i’m running you a bath, the water will be warm soon” you said and began to put your clothes back on

“y/n” he called out as he beckoned you forward. once you were close enough, he pressed his lips against yours in a slow, soft kiss

“yearning” you said once your lips parted

“what?” confusion evident on his face and in his tone

“yearning, that’s what i saw in your eyes earlier” you said recalling your encounter from earlier in the night

“oh, i mean you can’t blame me, you are a beautiful women” he says, a cheeky grin spreading across his face

you roll your eyes at that and walk towards the bath, checking the temperature again

your eyes meet, the same thought striking your minds

“would you like to go again?”

173 notes · View notes

mandos-things · 2 years ago

Text

Cold - Geralt of Rivia

Relationship: Geralt x gn!reader

Warnings: mild swearing, nothing but fluff

Gif by @kh-ael

~~~~~

"You're chattering."

"Am not."

Jaskiers snores ripped through the silence of the forest.

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

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

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

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

"Wh-what?"

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

But you would sacrifice your dignity for warmth tonight.

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

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

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

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

"We'll stock up again tomorrow."

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

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

~~~~~

2K notes · View notes

thewritersaddictions · 2 years ago

Text

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.

WC- 1.7k

A/n: @firefly-graphics for dividers;

Tag List Form

The Witcher Master List

The Hero’s Master List

“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

The Heros-

#geralt of river x reader #fem reader #female reader #the witcher netflix #the witcher x reader #the witcher x y/n #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivera #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #geralt x female reader #jaskier #geraltfluff #thewitcherTheheros

135 notes · View notes

codenamewitcher · 3 years ago

Text

codenamewitcher’s Monthly Fanfic Recs for January 2022

The Witcher

Eskel

out of the woods (Oneshot, 2.2k words) by @freyjaallan Netflix!Eskel x F!Reader, a fix-it fic where the reader saves Eskel. Warnings: suggestive content, blood, Eskel’s in pain, description of inections and wounds, language

How To Be A Romantic (Oneshot, 1.2k words) by @queenxxxsupreme Eskel x F!Reader, Geralt, Yennefer, Eskel, and the reader attend a banquet in their honor. Warnings: fluff, game!Eskel

Geralt of Rivia

Might and Valor (Possibly multiple parts, 8.6k words) by @watchstarscollide Geralt of Rivia x F!Reader, while indulging herself at a local tavern, the reader meets a hired witcher named Geralt of Rivia. Warnings: pining, alcohol use, drunk reader, fluff, comfort, mentions of loss, suggestive content, language.

The Cottage at the Edge of the Woods (Multiple Parts, Ongoing) by @starryeyedstories Geralt of Rivia x F!Reader, a series of shorts where Geralt finds a home in the reader that lives in a cottage at the edge of the woods. Warnings: not in chronological order, reader is implied to be shorter than Geralt, implied plus size reader, food mentions, injuries, language, fluff, pining

Jaskier

Needless Defense (Oneshot, 1.2k words) by @buckyodinson Jaskier x F!Reader, Jaskier defends the reader’s honor. Warnings: slight violence.

Flower and Flame (Oneshot, 1.4k words) by @buckyodinson Jaskier x GN!Reader, the reader helps Jaskier through some of his trauma. Warnings: potential mentions of PTSD, mentions of panic attacks, language

A Bard’s Wife (Oneshot, 1.3k words) by @buckyodinson Jaskier x F!Reader, the reader helps Jaskier move elves to Cintra. Warnings: language

Choose me (Multiple Parts, 10.8k words) by @stilesmieczyslaw Jaskier x F!Reader, the reader is given an ultimatum - Geralt or Jaskier. Warnings: violence, language, fluff, angst, mentions of sex

Forgive me (Multiple Parts, 10.6k words) by @stilesmieczyslaw Jaskier x F!Reader, PART 2 OF ‘Choose me,’ the reader lives with the choice she made and finds that she misses the one she didn’t choose. Warnings: violence, blood, language, fluff, angst, mentions of sex

The Art of Getting By (Possibly Multiple Parts, 2k words) by @writersblockedx Modern!Jaskier x F!Reader, Jaskier is hired as the new live entertainer at the pub the bartends at. Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drinking, reader hates her job.

Heart’s On Fire (Oneshot) by @bowieandqueen11 Jaskier x GN!Reader, the reader helps stitch up Jaskier’s wound. Warnings: descriptions of wounds, blood, needles, pining

Is it Wrong to Pick Up a Bard on a Mountain? (Oneshot, 1.5k words) by @lettenhcve Jaskier x GN!Witcher!Reader, after his fall out with Geralt, Jaskier runs into another witcher, but not all witchers are the same. Warnings: language, fluff, angst.

I know this is like 23 days late and the end of February but I had some stuff interfere with me getting this posted within the first two weeks of February.

#eskel x reader #geralt x reader #jaskier x reader #the witcher #the witcher x reader #witcher #netflix eskel #eskel fluff #witcher eskel #geralt of rivia x reader #jaskier #jaskier fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction #dandelion x reader #the witcher 3 #the witcher netflix #geralt fanfic

154 notes · View notes

falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years ago

Text

Your Traveling Circus

Geralt x (f) dhampir reader

-a side quest story from my series rewrite Of Monsters And Men

Summary: With the three of you in some small village looking for supplies, a surprising chance meeting with an old acquaintance takes yourself, Geralt and Jaskier on quite the adventure. Also this has nothing to do with an actual Circus, name just sounds right for the context

Warning: adventuring, fluff, smut (it gets steamy), blood, fighting, unexpected happenings we got it all

Masterlist

Walking past a missing persons poster stuck to a wooden plank, you stop a second on your way to the village marketplace. Eyes scanning all around the wording and the drawn image of a young prince. The poster reads as follows,

Missing: Prince Alaric of Althurna last seen September 18th in his home during a banquet. Missing since the morning after. If seen please approach cautiously and return him to the King and Queen of Althurna. He is 17 years of age, blonde hair with brown eyes.

Reward: 100 crowns, 200 ducats, and a plot of land

"Missing prince?" You mutter to yourself, scarlet irises grazing over the shittily drawn image of the prince in question, "Not very descriptive either. Oh well, hope someone finds the poor bastard." Tearing your eyes away from the poster you then continue your way into the area filled all around with vendors and people alike.

Eyeing up a new pair of beautiful dark colored traveling boots that are admittedly much nicer then your own. You stand off to the side while the vendor woman most certainly younger then twenty-three speaks to a man looking at more then just the footwear.

She smiles brightly at his tan face and obsidian irises pulling her in like a moth to candlelight. He sweet talks her, words of travel and adventure dropping off of his tongue from many days traveling around. She's eating it up.

He looks down at his own dirt smudged boots and you're able to catch a glimpse of his handsomely stubbled face. He's undoubtedly a diamond in the rough, however he is not even a hair close to that of Geralt's wild beauty. Your handsome white wolf.

"You want a pair of boots?" Asks your sweet man of the hour as he steps next to you, golden eyes trained onto the vendors stand.

"I don't want a pair, however...I do need a pair."

"Hmm."

"I like the ones with the steel plate by the toe, good protection."

"You don't need much protection Y/N, what about the ones on the right with the lacing?"

"They all have lacing."

"Yes, but the ones over there. Those boots with the one tassel end pointed, it’s coated in steel. You'd look good with those." Says Geralt as your eyes lock onto the boots of choice.

"Oh yeah they look pretty good. Little problem with that."

"What?"

"I don't happen to have enough coin. You got a copper? A ducat, a crown, a farthing perhaps?"

Geralt pats himself like he's searching for some hidden coins on his person, "Nothing. Guess I don't have a single coin after all, thought I would have had something hidden around me. Sorry."

"Sorry." You mock with a scoff, "And how do you suppose we're going to eat?"

"I used the last of our coin for food actually."

You raise a brow, "Oh yeah is that right? Maybe we sell Roach and then we'd actually have enough for those boots and a weeks stay in the local inn."

"I'm not selling Roach."

"No." You sigh, "We need her she holds all our shit...hmm, how about the bard?"

"Jaskier could be of value. There's gotta be some lord in the next town over who's got some personal vendetta against him."

You nod, "Most certainly, and if there are wanted posters with his name on them. We start to spread rumors of Jask completing even a worse crime that the lord will have no choice but to increase the flow of gold for his capture. Our reward."

"Perfect. Then you get your boots and a week in an inn, no need to sleep in the woods."

"A fool proof plan ironically at the center of a fool. It's almost poetic."

Geralt smiles, "A good plan indeed."

"What plan are you two beasts talking about?" Asks Jaskier as he finds his way between the two of you. Both yourself and Geralt step roughly to the side when he does this. Geralt gives him a nasty look unseen to the bards bright blues while they stay trained to the shoe vendor.

Who stands behind it.

"Jaskier." You speak in a warning tone.

He looks over at you, "What? I was simply observing the fine craftsmanship of those beautiful boots. I was thinking about getting myself a pair."

Getalt scoffs, "You just bought those a month ago."

"Well yes, and they're already so worn down. Maybe she can find a way to repair them a bit for me....then, no worries my friends we will be well on our way." You and Geralt make a telling face at this, well on our way after Jaskier meets someone of great interest? God's hopefully she doesn't like him.

You tap him on the arm, "What about prince of the woods over there sweet talking her?"

"I'll just charm them both Y/N." Says Jaskier matter-of-factly.

"Will you now?"

"Yes. I do happen to enjoy the company of both parties."

"Didn't realize you are a connoisseur of both tastes. I presumed you only ever liked to fondle ladies breasts from time to time." You add with a chuckle as he gives you an almost offended look. He thought you two knew everything about him, somehow this slipped under the carpet.

"Well Y/N, if you must know I'm actually Bi."

You raise your brows at his informative news before pushing him towards the stand, "How about you Bi me some of those boots then." He glares back at you but doesn't say a word, you hiss, showing off your fangs causing the bard to jump and whip around to get you those boots.

Geralt leans into your side, "If I had any coin I'd bet you he's coming back with anything but the boots."

"If I had any coin I'd decline because I know you're right."

He then rests a hand on your forearm, "Come. Let us look for someone in need of a monster kill."

"I kind of want to see what happens but then again, I don't really care." You reach up to gently tug a piece of his snowy colored hair, "You lead the way."

He holds back a growing smile at your playfulness, no doubt does his heart yearn to kiss you in the marketplace to satisfy his needs. However the eyes of wary vendors and village folk alike prevents him so.

In no time have the two of you found an odd old man sitting on the small wooden porch of an apothecary store. He remains on one of the long broad steps of four to the far right. Back hunched over, body lanky and odd though he keeps under a strangely extravagant blanket with colors of oranges and reds like a setting sun. Looks more like an ancient wizard then anything else.

His thick hair is straight and pitch black, face wrinkly and sunken in with two beady forest green eyes. When you and Geralt approach does he raise his head to look at the pair of uncommon strangers. A crooked finger points to you, "A halfblood..." He points to Geralt, "......a mutant."

You keep still when you reach five feet from him on the steps, "And you're a Fowl wizard."

He chuckles, "Sounds better then bird wizard, gives the name more power."

You kneel down to meet his gaze better, "Yes...and underneath that pretty blanket are most certainly feathers and rough bird skin. Why are you here Hector?"

Geralt's brows furrow at this, he wasn't at all aware you know this mage. He then opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the raspy voice of Hector, "Y/N it has been too long.."

"Why are you here?"

"Can you not give an old man a single moment to appreciate this chance meeting?" He asks, "I have not seen your familiar face in centuries."

Pursing your lips, you glance away before eyeing him back again, "And this means you've survived your trials in Aretuza, escaped more like."

He smiles, "That place only ever gave me a roof over my head, I needed more."

"So you kill a man to achieve.." You look over his smaller body, "...this?"

He nods, "It was the only way to complete the transformation my dear, the blood of a fellow mage is what gives me my full title.....my gift."

You stand, "Yes, unfortunately. And because we were friends, I refused to hunt you down and murder you for it."

He gives you a lopsided smirk, "Did they hate you?"

"No, that mage you killed was a dick."

"Oh, well that's good I just chose whoever was near my room." He then suddenly gets a very thoughtful expression, "Say, why do you travel with this Witcher by your side? Is he your thrall?"

Geralt raises a brow from behind you at that remark while you shake your head, "No Hector. He's my lover.."

"Your lover?" Questions the bewildered old mage, "You've, you've let him see you as a winged beast?"

"Yes. He's not afraid."

Hector leans forward a little, he whispers, "You've let this killer inside you?"

"Of course." You shrug.

Hector swats the air, "That's sacrilegious Y/N, imagine what your mother would say, Queen of the Vampires in her high castle. She'd be unruly, livid even. Furious."

"She is not of my concern at the moment, and this Witcher here need not fear as she only ever lives in the high northern mountains. She refuses to leave the castle."

"Well.....that's good then."

"It's is. Now, why are you in this little village and not in a castle of your own? What happened to your big fantasies of power and wealth?"

He pouts like an annoyed child, hugging his blanket even tighter, "I met a girl."

"A girl?" You reply, tone teasing and light.

"A girl yes. And that's all I wish to speak on it." He grumbles, "Now I reside here away from that business and the wrath of the mages because of what I have done so long ago."

"I'd say it's for the best then. So, considering I have brought you a Witcher. You know of any beasts in need of slaying?"

He scratches his chin, "Hmm. Well, there's a Minotaur killing farmers in some orchard near Gwent about six days ride to the east. Can't remember the actual orchards name at the moment but the head farmer has sent many ravens out in search of someone to take care of the matter."

"And no one has done anything about it yet?" Asks Geralt.

"Of course no one has, would you like to be the single fool tasked with killing a damn Minotaur?"

"Actually yes, that's why we asked you."

"Oh right."

You roll your eyes, "So a place called Gwent, east of here in an orchard with a Minotaur guarding it." You recite, getting them to focus again.

"Yes, yes that's the place."

"That's it? Not what kind of orchard? The farmers name even?"

"Oh no I have not a damn clue we always just burn the ravens letters after a brief skim through. No idea what the farmers name is either."

You gift Geralt the most what-the-fuck kind of face before focusing back on Hector, "Fine, I've worked with less. So, you giving us the coin now or when it is done?"

"Not me, the farmer."

"The farmer, who we don't know the name of, nor the orchard which he so most certainly owns."

"Precisely." Adds the old mage.

"Very well, so long Fowl wizard and good tidings for a better day then this sad one we have found you in. At least your blanket isn't as dreary." You say before turning around and leading Geralt away to find Jaskier.

"I'm not sad or dreary!" Shouts Hector defensively in the foreground though you ignore him.

Walking back through the market to find your bard, you can't help but catch Geralt's curious gaze causing him to look away before smiling to himself. You pump your shoulder into his, "What do you want to know now?"

"Nothing." He can't stop the smile plastered onto his face.

"No we didn't fuck if that's what you were wondering."

Geralt almost chokes on his own spit, "Y/N that-that's not what I was wondering."

"I know that." You laugh, "He was nothing but a friend in Aretuza with dreams of taking flight and falling in love. He obviously got both, with a little cost for his wares of course. His disguise looks pretty good all things considered."

"His disguise?"

"He doesn't age normally like humans, the old hunchbacked man is a simple front to keep himself unknown and hidden easier. He's actually very beautiful when not using his illusions."

"Hmm." He hadn't even realized the old man was using an illusion until you said something about it. He did smell oddly of magic when you were speaking with him.

When you both round the corner do you find both the lady vendor and the traveling rouge engrossed in a deep conversation with Jaskier as he leans against the market stall counter.

"You want to head back to Roach?"

"Yeah he'll find us when he's ready." —— Seated cross legged on the grass, you eye up Geralt who's busy cleaning Roach's one hoof. He sits on a cut log, sleeves rolled up as he works out the mud with a dull blade. He looks so handsome you can't help but think, hair a grayish white falling around his shoulders. Muscles contracting through his skin as he works.

His heartbeat rises and falls, small grunts escaping from his parted lips while he holds the mares one hoof up. You let your heightened senses drink in the delicious scent of Geralt, your tasty Witcher. He doesn't even know what he's doing to you right now.

In the middle of the woods. Hidden far from people.

You bite your lip, it's been almost a week since the last time either of you have spent some pleasantries with one another. Damn Jaskier is always around since this length of time has been spent traveling and sleeping only outside. Without a tavern, you and Geralt can't find a private moment alone.

Sure, while seated on Roach in front of Geralt has he slipped his hand down your pants, gifting some attention to your breasts when he lets you ride with him. Which is something. Jaskier, none the wiser as he keeps behind on foot strumming that lute as Geralt pleasures you.

But it's not the same as being inside one another, alone. Not even close.

Releasing your lip from between your teeth, you contemplate if getting naked in the woods in the daylight somewhat close to a local village is a good idea. Jaskier is distracted with his two new friends, and even if he started on back while you and Geralt were in the middle of things.

You know he'd book it out of there so fast once he heard what was going on, you and Geralt have already scared the poor idiot too many times to count. So with those thoughts brewing in your head, you decide to indulge yourself in your pent up horniness. You are a woman with needs after all.

Hopefully Geralt's in the mood.

You absentmindedly pick at the grass while watching Geralt clean out Roach's last hoof, "Love. I have something to ask you."

Geralt mutters a simple "hmm" as he focuses on the task at hand. You pull out more grass, "You want to fuck?"

He imminently halts all movements before taking a breath and turning his head to look over at you sitting casually in the grass. He raises a brow, "Right now?" An honest question.

"Yes."

"Right here?"

"I don't mind if you don't."

"Hmm."

"We don’t hav..”

"Y/N I do." Quickly says Geralt, "Let me just uh, let me just go clean off my hands okay? I'll be right back." You then watch as he releases Roach's hoof before standing up and slipping past some trees on his way to a small creek nearby. His heartbeat is starting to pick up.

Well that went better then you could have hoped.

Soon enough does he return. Now you're standing in the grass, leather armored chest piece and gauntlets vacant from your body. Just your boots, dark pants, and flowy red blouse that shows off just the perfect amount of cleavage through the opened lacing.

Geralt's golden eyes trail over your body as he stands there with lack of leather armor. A small brilliant smile begins to form upon his lips when you walk over to him. Your hands now trailing down his forearms until they reach his hands.

Holding them loosely, you move your head to gently place a kiss to his cheek. He breaths a heavy whispered sigh at the contact lasting far too little. "Take off your shirt...we don't have all the time in the world." You speak slyly in his ear like a coy vixen. Geralt's blood heats up in all the right places, he then leans in to capture your lips with his. Large hands quickly finding their way underneath your shirt when his fingers begin to squeeze your breasts.

In no time at all have you now found yourself as naked as your name day with a sweaty Witcher eating you up between your legs like a man starved. You bite your tongue to hold back a moan as his hands dig harder into the flesh of your inner thighs.

He feels unbelievably wonderful, the way that his slick tongue slithers it's way up and down your wet folds has you writhing on the thin blanket. You tighten your closed eyelids, hands gripping the blades of greenery when he rubs around your sensitive clit, he knows you well. And he's found the secret door opening you up into a world of pleasure in an instant.

You moan loudly, voice a now gasped whisper as you cum all over his face. Yet he doesn't relent his delicious assault upon your womanhood until he's certain you're ready to scream. When one of your hands grips his hair tightly on instinct, he smiles against you, you’re about to melt like heated gold.

Geralt pulls his mouth from your dripping entrance as you rest your arms out to either side of you. You're sweating and pulsing with pleasure down below from your recent high. Geralt smiles down at you, lips glistening in the sunlight coming down from between the trees as he stands there. So handsome.

"Have I done well?" He teases, knowing full well he's done fantastic.

You smile softly before reaching out a hand, "You were perfect. Now fill me with that beautiful monster between your legs or I'll die." Geralt laughs beautifully before wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand.

"So dramatic." He whispers, ready to crawl over you.

He then finds himself down on his knees, he strokes himself a couple times, watching you before leaning his whole massive body over you. Lining himself up between your opened legs while your hands find their way onto his muscular back.

He kisses you passionately, golden eyes locked with your scarlet ones a second after when you suddenly feel his tip press slowly into your slick folds. His member slips through, stretching your pink walls as be fills you up to the brim. Your mouth opens as a tiny gasp escapes, your nails digging into his skin.

He smiles, lips pressing sweetly unto yours as his hips thrust ever so gently into you. The new sensation feels like electricity firing off throughout your entire vessel. He rolls his hips, thrusting again and again does Geralt begin to form a pleasurable rhythm with you.

Skin pressed to skin, his cock pulsates and throbs from within your core as his body rocks you gently into the blanket placed over the grassy area. His lips capture yours once more to stop you from releasing a scream when he finds your sweet spot.

You gasp when he hits just right, kisses from your Witcher dance around your face as your brows draw upwards with the high your bodies are building to. He kisses your cheek, sweet dirty nothings whispered in your ear as small praises for your very existence.

Geralt's heart beats fast, he hasn't had a proper moment with you like this in too long and right now you're everything all in one. It's no secret you're his favorite person in the whole entire Continent, and he will do all he can to make you know it. To make you feel so special. To make you feel so good.

He's loved you for more then three decades and has admitted that if destiny truly is real, you both were meant to meet. For there is not a single being alive that Geralt cares about more then yourself. You are the most valued treasure. The brightest star in a sky of black. The most beautiful rose held in a garden of flowers big and small.

You are his most treasured love.

Your nails trail pink lines down his muscular back when his pace quickens, he's getting close, he always fucks you harder when he's close to his inevitable release. This new change in rhythm causing soft moans to reach his ears from your lips.

Geralt smiles blissfully down at you, your eyes are shut tight as you take him for all that he is. Your pleasure undoubtedly building the more his manhood does as it's intended. Making you feel so fucking good you'll have your legs wrapped around his torso.

He leans down to place a quick kiss against your forehead, you smile drunkingly with lust at the brief contact. His golden eyes find your beautiful face once again so he can see your pleasure when you reach your climax soon. He's so in love with you it makes him dizzy sometimes, how can you make him feel such a way?

He was created to be heartless, ruthless even, to not feel emotion when he became a Witcher. Yet after many years as a Witcher, he then found you and well...perhaps he never was as terrible as his masters at Kaer Morhen would have led him to believe.

You've managed to draw out something within him that no tavern maid or common whore could ever accomplish before he met you. Not even close. And for all that you do, all that you are to him. He will always find a way to make you know just how spectacular you are.

Another couple deep thrusts have you an undone moaning mess underneath him, your nails digging in to his flesh as you reach the peak of your climax. It feels as though a thousand butterflies are fluttering all about your body. You writhe and shake when his fucking into you doesn't relent for a second.

Your crimson eyes open to find his gentle gaze on you, he loves watching you unfold before him like a blushing maiden losing her flower for the first time to the love of her life. Though you cannot actually blush, by the way your face shifts to such bliss. He knows he's done his job perfectly.

Yet he's not done, and you know it.

Lips press to yours for one last lingering heated messy kiss before he pulls away to finish himself off inside you. His strokes are heavy and deep, cock sliding in and out of you with ease at how wet you are. Hands placed to either side of your head, you grip his forearms as he fucks you deep. Bottoming out every time.

You begin panting as your voice his swallowed out by his concentrated grunts as he focuses in on his approaching release. Three more hard hip thrusts later does Geralt groan breathlessly before a familiar warmness fills inside of you. You smile at the delicious sensations coursing throughout your entire body, and the way he shakes with pleasure above your opened legs.

You do things to him he cannot even fully describe. Skin hot and shimmering with a thin layer of sweat, you reach up to place a hand against his cheek. He opens his eyes to see you when you then gift him a fangy grin, "Does my lover feel satisfied?"

"Immensely." Rasps Geralt before kissing your breast and slowly pulling out of you to find himself by your side.

You softly groan at the empty feeling and wetness between your legs, not to mention the huge muscular body that was just covering you from the eyes of the world. You miss him already. Soon the feeling of a hand places itself upon your wrist.

"I wish we were in Kaer Morhen," Says Geralt quietly as he locks eyes with you, "..a blanket of snow outside. A fire in the hearth, and you...you're perfect."

Smiling, you move to sit up and push a white strand of hair out of his eyes, "As would I. A cold night to warm you, the two of us laying on soft furs....naked of course."

"Just as we are now."

You run a finger down his stubbled jaw, "I would love that. Curse you for drawing me into that fantasy you silver tongued man."

He chuckles, "It is no fantasy I tease you with Y/N, we could go whenever you want."

"Whenever I want huh? I think we need to find this Minotaur first wouldn't you say?"

"Fuck. You're right." He mutters begrudgingly, "I had forgotten."

"Was my sweet fruit enough to turn your mind to mush?"

He smiles at your teasing, "Perhaps it has that affect on me."

"Oh I had suspected. You can barley form words when deep inside me, can't help that I'm just a seductive temptress corrupting your weak mind. How powerful I am, hmm."

"I am completely vexed."

You lean down to whisper against his lips, "No being can break from my trance, not even a Witcher of the most skilled. You have been so easily won I'm afraid."

You kiss him. He kisses back, "Then if I die by your doing, it would be a death I welcome freely."

"So dramatic." You gift him a chaste kiss before he can say anything else, one that soon leaves him beaming up at you like a lovestruck fool when your lips part.

"I loath to dress." Pouts Geralt, "Must we?"

"Unfortunately yes....now come, let us put our clothing on before we ruin Jaskier's day. Especially you, I doubt he wants to see that beautiful monster hanging between your legs."

"Can't argue with that." —— Lacing up your boot, the scent of Jaskier reaches your nostrils a whole ten seconds before you hear him stumbling through the forest on his way to camp. He smells like the market, wild mint, and farm animals. Quite a combo.

Standing fully now to adjust your cloak, Jaskier finally pushes back some branches to bring himself into complete view. You immediately raise a brow as he smiles brightly, Geralt beating you to your own question by a second, "Why the fuck do you have a goat?"

Jaskier looks from the goat in his arms to Geralt, "He needed a friend."

"No really why do you have a goat?" You ask.

"Because the beautiful boots vendor lady gave me him, that's why. And well, I couldn't refuse her pretty smile."

"The goat or the vendor lady?"

Jaskier rolls his eyes at you, "Obviously the woman selling shoes. She was very nice and so was that traveler standing by the cart, they also weren't too bad looking either if I say so myself."

"Wait. You didn't get me boots?"

Jaskier shrugs, "No."

"You were supposed to charm her and snatch me a pair. I need a new pair, these ones are shit."

"Yes well Y/N, I became preoccupied and she was very generous and loving to me how was I supposed to swindle her and decline accepting this goat?" Protests Jaskier.

Geralt shakes his head, "Jask take it back, we have no use of a goat."

"I can't. It needs me."

"He's right. Roach will get jealous." You snicker as Geralt gives you a look, though a sort of gruff humor flashes over his golden gaze.

"We're not adding anymore people to our traveling party." Grumbles your Witcher, "Just leave him by the village gates then. Someone will certainly take him."

"No. This is Finnick and he is the newest addition to our group. He stays." Adds Jaskier defiantly as the two of you don't say a word of protest. It's not like you're just going to force Jaskier to ditch the little guy.

Geralt makes an incomprehensible grumble under his breath before walking past you to gather Roach's leather reins. He jumps atop her saddle as you eye up the goat who seems very content in Jaskier's arms.

"Bait for the Minotaur." You say, legs bringing you towards the pathway nearby within the woodland.

Geralt can be heard laughing from atop of Roach as Jaskier gasps, "Y/N! You heartless bastard."

"That's actually not a bad idea." Agrees Geralt.

"You two take that back!" The goat bleats as if shouting in protest to his own demise. "Finnick they're just being funny, ha ha yes, these two just have a dark sense of humor is all. Takes a bit getting used to."

"What if he eats your fancy elven lute Filavandrel gave you?"

"Finnick wouldn't do such a thing, he's a well trained goat."

"Well trained in shitting." Mutters Geralt as both yourself and Jaskier follow his lead towards the forest pathway.

"No. Why do you think such little of him. He's a very intelligent creature."

"Because he's a damn goat."

Finnick bleats again.

You swat your lovers leg to gain his attention, "Geralt he just called you a bitch did you hear that? I heard it, Jask you heard that right?"

"Oh yes it was clear as day."

Geralt just glares at the two of you from over his shoulder. The goat bleats again, decently loud this time. "Geralt, Finnick said you're a cunt."

Jaskier nods, "A big cunt. The hugest."

"Enormous."

"Geralt are you just going to take that goats slander towards you?" Asks Jaskier.

"Yes love, Finnick's calling you all sorts of derogatory titles."

"Will you two shut the fuck up."

You and Jaskier glance at one another, "Depends."

"Promise you're not using him as Minotaur bait." Says Jaskier holding Finnick tighter.

"Fine." He mutters, "Now stop talking." ——

5 days from Gwent

Jaskier throws a rock in your direction, stepping to the side, the small chunk of stone misses your head by a foot. Since this trek to find the Minotaur in some orchard is taking a whole lot longer then expected. Yourself and Jaskier have returned to passing the time with a little game you both like to call, Catapult. A traveling activity that involves Jaskier attempting to hit you with anything on the road, and since your reflexes are most superior. Senses heightened to a T. He misses his intended target often though he always tries anyhow.

In fact, he's only ever nicked you once when Geralt happened to have had your full attention. Even then, Jaskier can only pray to be so lucky to hit you with anything at all since then. He tosses another rock, you step to the side near Roach where the rock flies past your shoulder and onto the rocky trail ahead.

"Geralt." Says Jaskier, "Do you even know where we're going?"

"East. Near a town called Gwent."

Jaskier huffs at this blunt reply, "Well this is taking forever." The goat bleats in agreement.

You fall back a couple paces to pick up the little guy, "Oh shush now you two, it's only supposed to be a six days ride."

"Six days on a fast horse or six days at walking speed?" Asks Jaskier.

"We'll get there when we get there, have a better attitude like Y/N." Counters Geralt, "Be grateful you still have that goat."

"Behehehee!" Bleats Finnick.

You open your mouth to speak but are cut off when Geralt holds a finger to the air, "Y/N, I do not wish to know what that goat has said of me."

2 days from Gwent

Poking at a small fire, you sit cross legged on the scratchy grass covered ground of some high field of wheat. The small camp around you is flattened just enough for yourself, Geralt, Jaskier and a center campfire to keep themselves for the night. Roach is tied to an old grumpy looking tree about the length of a banquet hall away.

And Finnick is, well. He's currently head butting your thigh every ten seconds with those little nubs of his. Fortunately this does not hurt in the slightest. Ignoring him, you dig through the coals in search of some hot embers when Jaskier, who's seated across from you, obnoxiously coughs to gain yours and Geralt's attention.

Keeping your gaze to the fire, Geralt looking at nothing but his healing pack that he's rummaging through, Jaskier coughs again. Finnick's soft head runs into your leg.

"Eh hem!" Coughs Jaskier, "Right here."

"We know." Mutters Geralt, golden gaze never once departing from the one healing herb he's now found.

Jaskier gives him an offended look before pointing between the two of you, "I have something I want to say." He pauses for a long moment to gain a response, when not one of you says anything, he picks up a stick from the pile and whips it in the air.

Swish. Swoosh. Swish.

"I have something important I want to speak of."

Swoosh. Swish. Swoosh.

You part your gaze from the flames to find his expectant expression, "Yes Jaskier?" You mutter bluntly.

The stick points from you to Geralt, Jaskier then huffs in frustration before speaking, "I know what you two were doing last night."

Finnick hits you again, you raise a brow at Jaskier, "Which is?"

He swings the stick around like a wizard though it still points to you, "I had to cover Finnick's ears with a cloak. He's just a little guy who absolutely does not need to here you two doing your things together in the darkness. Can you really not wait for everyone else to fall asleep?"

"What things were we doing?" You ask just to further press his buttons.

"You know. And the things I have referred to are not appreciated. It's quite frankly disgusting and a bit wrong with me so near." He swallows thickly, "It's like....dare I say, it's like I'm there. And I don't want to be there. So Geralt, please keep Y/N away from you before I fall asleep because the sounds I was hearing were almost inhuman. Where you even enjoying yourself.."

"Yes. I was making love to Y/N what of it?" Deadpans Geralt as you snatch up the little goat before he can headbutt your leg again.

Jaskier blinks, "What of it? What of it is that I don't particularly enjoy hearing you all..all over each other like two horny drunkerds."

"Well we are definitely horny."

Geralt hums, "I understand your issue with us, but you're a bard following us for stories. I will choose to make love to Y/N whenever she so desires on any given night and Y/N happens to have a very high urgency for my.."

"Okay, okay, okay." Interrupts Jaskier, "Your words are noted."

You can't help but chuckle at this, "Maybe your little beast Finnick will get you a pretty big breasted sucker who can't help but pity your sad big blue eyes."

"I do not have sad eyes."

Geralt snorts, "Maybe a little."

"A tiny bit." You add as the goat bleats as if in agreement.

Jaskier throws his hands up, "Well that settles it then. You're all incredibly rude so goodnight."

Some orchard near Qwent

"Well I'm not seeing shit." Says Jaskier as he stands by an apple tree with his hands on his hips, eyes scanning the horizon.

In a blur are you back from your scouting upon the grounds, "You haven't moved from this spot for twenty minutes."

He huffs, of course you'd hear him complaining even when a good twenty yards away, "Yeah, twenty minutes I'm still breathing. I have no intentions of meeting this so called Minotaur. Also I'd rather not break my lute."

"Should have left it with Roach." Says Geralt.

"I couldn't risk some bastard stealing it. I could never forgive myself for being so careless."

You raise a brow, "Where's the goat?"

Jaskier's brows furrow before he frowns and suddenly looks left and right panicked, "Finnick? Finnick!" He shouts, "Where are you! Finnick! Finn.."

"Will you shut up." Snaps Geralt as he pulls out his silver sword from the sheath attached to his back, "Maybe it's for the best if you've lost him here.."

"What! No he needs me I promised I'd protect him!" Cries Jaskier, holding his lute tighter, "Where could he have gone off to? Finnick! FINNICK PLEASE COME BACK I'M SORRY FOR NOT PAYING ATTENTION I LOVE YOU! FINNIC.."

"Shut the fuck up." You whisper yell while holding the back of his shirt collar like a frustrated mother, "You want the whole orchard to know we're here?"

Jaskier juts out his lip, "No."

You release him, "Good. Now let's all start looking for this fucking goat and maybe we'll find the Minotaur in the process." You add, beginning to walk north towards the tall rows of apple trees, "Yell if you see the goat. Scream if you see the Minotaur."

"Y/N you can't just have us split up like this. I don't have a weapon." Says Jaskier.

You look at him over your shoulder, "Just stay close to Geralt."

"No." Grumbles your Witcher as he opens his mouth to speak but is lost to words when you race to another part of the huge orchard in a speedy blur of reds and blacks. Gone before he can complain about watching over Jaskier while you all search for the goat. Damn you and your vampireyness.

Trees appear to fly past you as your legs carry yourself inhumanly fast across the grass covered grounds. Soon does your hearing catch the sound of a bahh to your right and down a long row of thin trees you go. Causing leaves and branches to move about in the hasty rush of unexpected wind.

Halting your movement in a split second instance, you stand looming over the small goat. It sniffs your boots before raising its furry head to look up at your fangs behind that smile and those two big red eyes of yours. You're such a funny looking human it has begun to think, you and that white haired man. So odd a pair.

Kneeling down, you pet the little guys head, "Now what mischief have you been up to?"

"Bahhh."

"Oh really? Now I don't think Jaskier would like that answer one bit, you know you've made him quite worried about your absence." He snorts in reply as you continue to pet his head, "Come now little one this place is too dangerous no matter how delicious the apples look."

Finnick stomps on the ground with his hooves like he wants to play, the little shit then unexpectedly headbutts your bent leg so hard it cause you to lose your balance and onto your butt you go. Finnick then races off in the direction you came.

"Did I just get bested by a goat?" You mutter to a raven sitting close by in a tree, "Shit, I think I did. Well I'm certainly never telling Geralt that." You swiftly float up to your feet, landing on soil again, you point towards the raven, "Don't ever tell anyone about this." You then take off towards the retreating goat.

Not even ten seconds later do you just narrowly miss slamming right into Geralt when thankfully you stop dead. Faces inches from one another, he raises a brow at you, goat notably in his arms.

You smile a fangy grin, "Come here often?"

He simply hums as you steal a swift kiss upon those beautiful plush lips of his before finding a spot to his left. Licking his lips does Geralt turn to you, "Here." The goat is then handed out for you to quickly accept into your arms.

"Why me?"

"Because."

"I just kissed you does that mean nothing?"

He tilts your chin up with the tips of his fingers, "It means everything to me." Eyes so soft and golden you could have fallen right into his arms until he continues, "However that's a goat and I didn't want it here in the first place."

Hissing at him, he takes a step back as your eyes narrow, "And what if this was the Child Surprise?"

"You don't even want the Child Surprise."

"That is....true." You pause a moment to think of something else to catch him for, when nothing comes to mind you simply walk past him, "I won't forget this tonight."

"Y/N!"

"You made your choice."

"It's just a goat."

"And my cuddles are just free for you whenever you want."

"Y/N."

"Not anymore."

"Y/N."

"Fuck off to a tree."

The goat bleats as you keep your gaze set straight ahead, Geralt silently trailing after you knowing full well that he should have just held the damn goat instead of making you do it. However he can be just as stubborn as you and right now he dare not ask to take the goat back, what's done is done.

And anyways, you're not really mad at him. Just incredibly annoyed.

"Finnick!" Joyously shouts Jaskier as he jogs a short distance past some apple trees.

"Yes. He is alive." You mutter unenthusiastically as Jaskier reaches out to gently take hold of the goat like a newborn.

"Oh how I've missed you my friend. I'm so sorry I lost you, that must have been so frightening no worries it will never happen again I promise you that." Rambles Jaskier as you hear the sounds of rough snorts off to the western area. You then smell the scent of something like that of cow yet a lingering scent of a man who's rolled in vomit and decaying apples.

Oh, shit.

"I don't mean to interrupt this sweet reunion but we have a problem." They all look at you now, "More specifically a big problem that smells rather dreadful too."

"Y/N what is it?" Asks Geralt.

"I think Jaskier's yelling has disturbed the Minotaur we've been looking for." As if on cue does a tremendous roar echo throughout the entire orchard causing some birds to fly from their perches.

"On second thought I'll be heading back to Roach, good luck you two." Says Jaskier as he begins walking away to safety.

"Coward!" You shout as more of an annoyed afterthought then anything truly harmful, Jaskier is well aware how unqualified to kill any monster he most certainly is. You and Geralt on the other hand are practically built for this.

Geralt unsheathes his sword, "You distract it, I'll handle the rest."

"You can distract it. That thing is meant to maim and unalive you Geralt. I'm faster, let me handle this."

He quickly sets a hand on your shoulder, "I want to help you, Y/N. I can't just let you do this alone."

"Fine. Come on let's get our coin." ——

One hour later

The high pitched shriek that emits from deep within Jaskier's throat is enough to have you wincing at the abrupt noise. Paired with the panicked bleats from the goat as you stand out from behind a tree.

Granted you're covered head to toe in splatters of ruby red blood from when Geralt threw his sword in the Minotaur's neck and when you flew up to pull it out. A waterfall of crimson spray danced straight for your body that was too close to the sight of impact. And now here you are.

Geralt steps around you and at this does Jaskier stop screaming in terror, the goat as well. He makes a bewildered face before pointing towards you, "Y/N? Uh, Geralt."

"She had to pull my sword from its neck. I must have hit an artery."

"He most definitely hit a fucking artery." You grumble, body sticky and wet with Minotaur blood. —— Two Weeks Later

Sitting in the grass on the outskirts of a town where a fair is currently being held in the hills. You pop a sweet raspberry into your mouth as Jaskier sips on some wine next to you. Geralt lays in the grass directly behind you, he's so close does he keep his left hand over your lower abdomen to hug you into his side. His eyes are closed, chest rising and falling with soft breaths. You eat another raspberry and listen to the joyous music playing close by. Today couldn't be nicer.

"Okay Finnick, you ever try wine?" The goat bleats in reply to Jaskier’s question. "Hmm, don't no what that means but I can guess you're curious. Here, have a little sip."

You look up from your berry eating to see as Jaskier is pouring wine into the goats mouth like a farmer would nurse a baby cow with a bottle. "Uh, what are you doing?" You question with a raised brow.

"Giving Finnick some wine."

"I payed for that bottle."

"Yes, and we thank you for your generosity."

You blink and shake your head before looking over at Geralt snoozing away without a fuck to give. Your eyes are back on Jaskier, "Does he like it?"

The goat looks over at you and bleats loudly, Jaskier laughs, "It would seem so."

Finnick then jumps, kicking the air happily before running around the three of you. He then headbutts your leg causing you to spill your bag of raspberries all over the grass. He bahhhs and snorts before running around Jaskier in circles. You glare at an apologetic Jaskier while picking up your red berries.

"How much wine did you give him?"

"Not a lot. I swear."

"What the fuck is that sound?" Asks a groggy Witcher.

"Finnick."

"Hmm." He mutters before squeezing your side and sitting upright to lean himself into you. To anyone passing by he looks like a drunken man with his sober lover.

You smile and move a piece of hair out of his eyes as his head lays against your shoulder, "What a sleepy old wolf you are today."

"Yes, until that damn goat woke me."

"Ah, yes there is a reason and he is sorry." Says Jaskier quickly.

You take Geralt's left hand with yours and pat his messy white hair with the other, "He gave Finnick wine."

"Hmm." Geralt closes his eyes. Two boys are heard laughing when Finnick runs past Roach, Jaskier and straight into your lap he goes causing Geralt to wake up with a start. "What the fuck?"

"Finnick why?" You whine as Geralt's body moves away from yours, "What is the problem now?"

The goat bleats as your Witcher quickly stands when two teenage boys no older then thirteen stop a good three yards away, a dull knife in each hand. They look up to no good. Geralt sets a hand out indicating them to stay where they are.

"What do you want?" He asks gruffly.

The dark haired one shrugs, "The goat."

"Yeah, is he yours?" Asks the shorter brunette.

Geralt pauses for a brief second, "Yes."

They look disappointed, "Fine. Stupid fool anyways. Tell your pet idiot to stay out of our flowers!" They shout before running off.

"Flowers?" Asks Geralt who turns around to look at you two.

Jaskier takes a sip of wine, "They're probably flower pickers for some cart.....but why the knives?"

A soft whimpering draws your attention to Finnick who's shaking in your arms. "What is it now? Those imbeciles scare you?" He appears to nod and hold his left leg gingerly. You set him in the grass and kneel to inspect the possible damage.

He flinches back, "Bahh Ahhh ahhhh!"

"I'm just looking. Let me see." Both Geralt and Jaskier watch as you gently lift up the goats leg and check it. "I don't see a cut. And if you were bleeding I would know, believe me." You let him go.

Finnick gingerly tries to step on that foot, when he can't does he bow his head. You purse your lips together, scarlet eyes glancing up between Jaskier and Geralt. You look back at Finnick and reach a hand out, "Here, let me kiss it better."

"Bah."

"Come, I will fix it." The little goat lifts his hoof up, you place a soft kiss upon it. Finnick touches his hoof to the grass and nods his head a couple times.

Suddenly a mist of deep oranges and blues begin to circle around him from seemingly out of nowhere. Finnick looks around frightened and bleats louder when you jump back to stand. "Y/N what is happening?" Urgently asks Jaskier as you stare at the colors hastily thickening and getting brighter and brighter.

"I don't know."

The magnificent colors of a setting sun engulf around the small goat as wind picks up, blowing your hair about. The light is too much and with that do you turn away when a blast of magic throws you three to the grass covered earth. When the air stills do you stand up, turning around do you come face to face with Prince Alaric of Althurna.

A seventeen year old boy with bright brown eyes and golden hair just barely touching his shoulders. The same image you saw on a missing persons poster almost three weeks ago. He holds his fingers close in nervousness, shyly he stands there.

"What the fuck, who the fuck are you?" Says Jaskier as he eyes up the boy who was until recently a goat named Finnick.

"Uh." The prince hugs himself, "I'm uh..."

"Prince Alaric of Althurna." You say confidently as Geralt and Jaskier stand to either side of you. The prince nods.

Jaskier sets a hand on his hip, "You're not...a goat?"

"No." Replies the frightened prince.

"Who did that to you then?" Asks Geralt.

The prince looks to the ground, "A mage." He says softly.

A mage? Fucking mages.

"A mage turned you?

"Yes."

Jaskier throws his hands to the air, "So I finally find something that I like very much and it turns out to be a bewitched prince." He loudly complains, "What are the chances?"

"Apparently pretty high." You add as Alaric gives a shy little smile.

This is going to be very interesting indeed.

Tagged: @seninjakitey @ashleyforeverareject @kmuir1 @haleypearce @diegos-butt @a-girl-who-loves-disney @beck07990

#geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #geralt of rivia x y/n #geralt of rivia x you #the witcher x you #the witcher x reader #the witcher x y/n #the witcher #henry cavill #fanfiction #fanfic

330 notes · View notes

stranger-nightmare · 3 years ago

Text

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Main Masterlist

Angst = ❤︎

Fluff = ✿︎

Smut = ⚠︎︎ (minors DNI please)

Dark themes = ☾

Personal fave = ☆

Oneshots

Mine* ⚠︎︎ (Geralt x f!Reader)

* 1k NYE Sleepover Event

Drabbles

Thigh Riding with Geralt ⚠︎ (Kinktober 2022)

Biting / Marking with Jaskier ⚠︎ (Kinktober 2022)

Headcanons

dividers by @firefly-graphics || consent / feedback banners by me

#geralt #geralt x f!reader #geralt x reader #geralt x female reader #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #the witcher #witcher #geralt witcher #geralt smut #geralt of rivia #witcher smut #stranger nightmare

104 notes · View notes

princess-of-riviaa · 3 years ago

Text

Kinktober Day 24: Lap Dance

You can find a part 2 to this here but they can be read separately

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: You’re out in public, but you just can’t help yourself. The thought of teasing Geralt is too tempting to resist.

Warning(s): oral (F receiving), multiple orgasms, fluff, lap dancing, dirty talk, Geralt’s growl (because that needs a warning for sure)

Word Count: 1,466

All of this was really Geralt’s fault. He’d woken you up that morning with his head between your legs, his tongue pulling an orgasm out of you just as you came to. You’d smiled sleepily down at him as he continued to make your core tingle.

“Morning, Witcher,” you croaked.

He replied with a twist of his tongue around your clit, licking you up like a popsicle. The look in his eyes told you what he was too preoccupied to say: you know what to call me right now.

“Mmm, Daddy,” you cried out, throwing your head back as you basked in the pleasure he was gifting you with. “Fuck that feels so good.”

He eagerly responded to your praise. He moved his fingers inside of you, and only then did you realize that he wasn’t just using his mouth. Three fingers drew a second orgasm from you within a few movements. Your cry shook the walls as your bliss reached its peak. Geralt licked up your cum with enthusiasm.

He didn’t show any signs of stopping.

And he hadn’t. You’d spent the better part of an hour in bed. Geralt refused to let you move until he was satisfied. He had made you cum so many times it had bordered on torture, and since then you had been planning your revenge. You wanted to make him as desperate as he had made you this morning.

The perfect scheme formed in your mind as the two of you entered the tavern that Jaskier was performing in tonight. A large crowd had already formed. Jaskier smirked and winked at every female in the crowd, the shameless flirt.

Geralt ordered you both a drink and found a small table in the back of the room. You were glad. You’d much rather be alone with Geralt than shoved into that large crowd. There were two seats at the table, but you opted to sit in Geralt’s lap instead.

He kissed the nape of your neck and wrapped an arm around your waist. You loved this man. You’d been together for two years and with every day that passed, with every new layer you discovered, you loved him even more. The only reason you weren’t married was because… well, Geralt insisted that Witchers didn’t marry, and changing his mind about anything was difficult. But you knew he loved you as much as you did him. Even though he had yet to ask the question, you had no doubt of the depths of his feelings for you. You saw it in his eyes every time you woke up in the mornings; you heard it in his voice when he talked about you with Jaskier; you felt it with every touch and brush of his lips. You belonged to him, and he to you.

It was all swell and pleasant, but tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight was about getting even.

Jaskier and the rest of the quartet transitioned into a loud, upbeat song. That was when you chose to make your first move.

You adjusted on Geralt’s thigh. Your back was to him, so he couldn’t see the mischievous grin on your face right now. He didn’t say anything about that slight movement. Nor did he say anything when you did it again. It didn’t take you long to figure out why: he knew the effect those thick, muscled thighs had on you. How wet they made you. He’d made you ride them time and time again, and you’d gotten yourself off each time. He must have thought you were moving around because he was having an effect on you.

You laughed to yourself. He still thought he had the upper hand. He would quickly see that he was wrong.

You drew out your movements now, grinding against his cock more than his thigh. His hand latched onto your hip as if out of surprise. You paused, waiting for him to stop you, but he said nothing, and when you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, you saw that his attention was still on the band. That annoyed you. So you exaggerated your movements even more until he had no doubt about what you were trying to do. You kept going, smiling to yourself when you felt his cock awaken from your ministrations.

And then he growled in your ear, “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, little one.”

You shivered. Not only because his threatening tone made you wet like nothing else, but also because that name did something to you. Before him, you hadn’t cared for the pet name. But when it fell from his mouth, you were instantly putty in his hands.

You lost control of the reasonable part of your brain after that. The way he had just growled at you… you needed to hear it again. So you continued to tease him, moving subtlety enough that no one else in the tavern noticed what was happening, but enough that Geralt could feel it in every inch of his cock.

Eventually it wasn’t enough. You wanted to see his face as you teased him with every roll of your hips. So you turned around to face him. You were chest to chest now. Geralt had no choice but to give you his sole attention. The look in his eyes said annoyed, but the straining erection in his pants told you otherwise.

“Stop it,” he ordered.

You shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” If there was anything he disliked more than you teasing him, it was you teasing him and acting innocent about it. As if you had no idea how badly you were making him want you in that moment.

Your hips continued to move against his. The tavern crowd was long forgotten. You could care less if someone saw you acting like a whore right now. All you cared about was Geralt.

Your heart raced in your chest as you watched his pupils dilate. His breath had already grown clipped and short from arousal. There was something satisfying, though, about watching those gold irises be swallowed up by the black. It was almost hypnotic.

The look in his eyes was a warning, telling you to stop.

There was no way you were stopping now. Not when you were basking in his body’s response to yours.

But then his hands were on your hips, and he was holding onto you with enough strength that you couldn’t move. “Little one, stop. Or I’m going to have to fuck you right here, right now. In front of all of these people. Or is that what you wanted all along? For Daddy to remind all these men in here who you really belong to?”

It took everything in you to fight back a moan. You swear you could come just from Geralt whispering filthy things in your ear. And the way he growled…

You had no choice but to listen to him. So you stopped and buried your face in his neck, dropping the act for a moment. A few minutes passed, Jaskier started a new song, and Geralt finally brought his hand to your hair. He loved running his fingers through your hair almost as much as you loved the feeling of it.

A purr came from deep within your chest. You could easily fall asleep like this, safe in Geralt’s arms. Your eyes were even starting to get heavy—

No. You had one goal. You couldn’t abandon it now! Not when you had come so close.

You moved your hips against him slowly enough that you could feel the outline of his cock brush against your clit. You bit back a moan.

“What was that?” he sighed.

“Sorry,” you chirped. “Accident.”

When he didn’t say anything, you knew he believed you.

But when you did it again just a few seconds later, he knew it definitely wasn’t an accident. He brought his hands to your hips as a reminder that he could stop you at any time. But his hands were loose enough on your body that you were able to move a third time—

“Now you’ve angered me.” The bite of his teeth against your ear proved his words right. “Not a smart thing to do.” There was a promise in his voice that said, You won’t like where this gets you.

#daddy geralt #geralt imagine #geralt the witcher #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #the witcher

81 notes · View notes

andsheloved · 3 years ago

Text

includes:

geralt of rivia

jaskier

#geralt of rivia comfort #geralt fan fiction #geralt of rivia fan fic #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #geralt fluff #jaskier x reader #jaskier x f!reader #the witcher netflix fan fiction

41 notes · View notes

candlelight27 · 3 years ago

Text

Candlelight27's Masterlist

You can find all my works on AO3! Same username, candlelight27.

The Witcher

You Owe Me an Explanation Jaskier x F!Reader (Angst, fluff, best friends since childhood) WC: 2254

The Mandalorian

This Never Happened The Mandalorian x F!Reader (NSFW, smut, sex pollen) WC: 3741

A Little Gift The Mandalorian x F!Reader (Fluff) WC: 456

LOTR & The Hobbit

Kili NSFW Alphabet Kili x F!Reader

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Seeking Your Warmth If Only For a Day (Series) Sylvain x F!Reader 1 2 3 4 5 6

Once Upon a Farm (Series) Various x F!Reader - Claude - Sylvain

The Golden Deer and the Alabaster Doe Claude x Marianne (NSFW, smut, fluff, friends to lovers) WC: 4361

Hidden in the Woods Dimitri x F!Byleth (NSFW, smut) WC: 1236

Attack on Titan

Reiner NSFW Alphabet Reiner x F!Reader

My Hero Academia

Late Night Visits Shinsou x F!Reader (NSFW, college AU) WC: 6783

Into the Lion's Den Hawks x Vampire!F!Reader (Request) WC: 2709

Jujutsu Kaisen

A Helping Hand Gojo x F!Reader (NSFW) WC: 3190

#jaskier x reader #the mandalorian x reader #sylvain x reader #claude x reader #kili x reader #reiner x reader #claude x marianne #dimitri x byleth #masterlist #fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

49 notes · View notes

bippiti · 3 years ago

Text

# THE WITCHER M.LIST

geralt of rivia;

jaskier;

# yearning

- set 2x2 , jaskier accompanies ciri and geralt to kaer morhen and meets the only female witcher; and as the party continues, one thing leads to another

yennefer of vengerberg;

# solace

- yennefer gets injured and finds solace in y/n of narok, a healer in the mountains

27 notes · View notes

fourmarkdove · 4 years ago

Text

Fawn - Part 4

Title: Fawn - Part 3

Words: 3.2k

Summary: Yennefer confirms Geralt’s suspicions and a rift is created between you and the White Wolf. Angst. Suggested smut. Fluff. Hurt/comfort.

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, miscarriage, abortion. If you’re triggered PLEASE skip ahead. Please check out the trigger warnings (tw:) in the tags!

A/N: Don’t blame me. It was that fricking wish! I’m not happy about it, either, but it’s canon. Comments welcome. Thanks for reading as always!

Like an expectant father waiting outside the delivery room, Jaskier paced just outside the tent while Geralt sharpened his sword near the fire.

“No. Get out before I portal you away,” Yennefer demanded yet again when the bard poked his head in and asked for an update.

“She’ll come out when she’s ready,” the burly Witcher grunted. Another plume of purple smoke rose from the tent door and static sizzled inside. Jaskier began thinking of a verse that needed to rhyme with “plume.”

Wiping her hands, she emerged and motioned at Jaskier: “Watch her. Geralt, you’re with me.”

Sauntering across the way to her own much larger, and much more richly furnished tent, Geralt followed behind like a puppy.

“Well?”

“Well? Well, I saved her life, darling,” the raven haired woman smirked, turning to face him once they reached the foot of her lavish bed. Tossing aside the cloth, she twirled a finger and a dozen candles lit around the space.

He was not impressed by simple tricks. “What happened? It wasn’t just poison, was it? It was a curse.”

“Yes, my love,” she sighed, bored with conversation, so she lifted his shirt and ran both hands up his muscular torso, making the tense fibers just under his skin twitch. “I lifted it though.”

Craning his neck low, he crushed his mouth to her plump lips. The relief and gratitude expressed in his kiss melted when feral heat took over. They were souls bound together by a wish he made years ago to save her life. As such they were drawn time and again to this exact moment.

She moaned, tugging at the ties on his breeches pressed against her stomach. Biting down on his bottom lip suddenly, she flattened her palms to his chest and pushed him back to the bed, intent on climbing him and claiming payment for a job well done.

“So she’ll be able to travel soon?” Geralt huffed lazily, one arm under his head on the pillow.

“You’re really taking her back to her father?” Yennefer sighed, playing with the glistening sweat droplets along the center of his chest.

“That’s the plan.”

“Well, if you do travel with her just have her take it easy the next few days.”

“Why?” He arched an eyebrow down at the naked woman still tangled up with him under the sheets.

“Well, she’s with child, Geralt. But the child is much smaller than it should be. She probably needs to see a real healer to have it dealt with anyway - given the circumstances.”

His brow furrowed sharply and he gripped her upper arms, dragging her off of him as he sat up. “Dealt with...?”

She sighed, running the back of her fingers down the sinews of his forearm. “Mm. She told me who the father is. I just went to his wedding just last month. It's a bad idea to show your new bride your bastard child. So yes… dealt with.”

“Wedding?” he mirrored, breaking into a cold sweat. “Did you tell her this?”

Yennefer shrugged and rolled over. “I alluded to it. Hmm. You know she may not need a healer on second thought. Baby isn’t well. Body might try to reject it after this, so watch for - where are you going?”

Stepping into his breeches, he glanced over his shoulder at the raven haired woman lounging in bed still. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“Why? Did you want to attend with me? The food was decent but the wine was weak. I so would have loved to have dressed you, though.”

His frustrated growl was not lost on her but she didn’t budge by the threatening sound of it. “She told me where you met. Geralt, I said I’d try to save her life but she’s your whore. I’ve done more than enough here, my love. If you leave this tent tonight, I’ll be gone by daybreak.”

He didn’t even have his pants tied before he stalked out of the tent barefoot into the dewy grass. Jaskier heard him coming from his own cot opposite yours. Finding it quite impossible to sleep anyway, he met the Witcher at the tent flap opening.

“That witch gave her something to sleep but it’s not quite doing its job,” the bard forewarned, touching Geralt’s shoulder. He held his friend back just a moment longer to catch his golden-eyed attention. “It’s not you she’s been calling for.”

Jaskier excused himself, ducking past his friend breathing hard with his jaw clenched. Every muscle up the back of his legs and across his spine snapped into tension; the coppery scent of bloody cloths left on the table sent his senses into a frenzy the moment he stepped inside.

“N… no… n...” you moaned in your fitful sleep, writhing and grasping at the pillow under your head.

Cat eyes dilated in the near dark, his attention drew to the shadow of your body tucked under a thin blanket. In two strides, he dropped by your side and dragged the tear-soaked hair from sticking to your cheeks.

Your head rocked back and forth on the pillow, your expression wrought with grief, one hand grasping at nothing but air until his fingers closed over it.

He lifted his brows in the center, anguish lining his forehead. Your breathing came in hiccups, clearly crying in your nightmare.

“Wake up, little fawn,” he rumbled, pulling deep from within to sound calm so as not to frighten you. “Come on, wake up.”

“Ah…” Your legs shifted under the blanket and you inhaled deeply.

Your wet eyelashes flashed open, revealing still slightly ink-stained black tears rolling down your cheeks. “Where is he? Where’s Acheros?”

Rolling his eyes at the sound of his name, Geralt backed up into the shadow of a tent peg. “That’s a good fucking question.”

“Why did he leave me in that horrible place?” You pressed, eyes bleary from tears, pain and exhaustion.

“Hmm,” he grunted, sitting back against the other cot.

“He said he’d always come find me. ‘Nothing in all of eternity could keep us apart,’ he said.”

Another frustrated grunt as Geralt sat back. As Jaskier stoked the flames of the fire outside, the walls of the canvas tent illuminated with flicks of orange light.

You stayed silent a long time, letting the length and breadth seep into your conscious thought. Curling up on yourself, you rolled over into the tent wall and away from the brutish man sitting in silence across from you. “Is it true? Did he - get married - without me?”

“Mmm,” Geralt hummed in the affirmative, dropping his head back as the reflected orange flames danced on the ceiling. He cursed under his breath.

There is a screech a striga makes when you deliver that final death strike straight through its heart; the sound is horrendous up close. Because of their circulation system, it takes them a moment to go, all the while realizing they’ve met their end. And then there is the soft little squeak of a rabbit as its neck is being broken. It doesn’t understand what is happening to it and doesn’t expect the end.

Neither startled cry at their moment of death is as difficult to listen to as your trembling gasp and wailing sob at the exact moment your heart broke in two.

Snarling his upper lip in disgust, he planted a fist on the ground to stand up, but stilled hearing you speak into your own hands.

“But… this is his child. And... I’m his.”

“Fuck.” Geralt replanted himself and sighed harshly, rubbing his rough thumb of one hand into the palm of another.

“What?” you shuddered, glancing over your shoulder. “But I love him...”

“You’ve said,” he husked, glancing at the exit with an arched brow and a changed mind. Waking you from that nightmare, he actually considered taking you in his arms and comforting you with all of the strength he had in him. He was not particularly given to tender moments, but if you’d have asked, even whimpered, anything at all, he’d have moved heaven and earth to shelter you.

You turned away from his frustrated growling. “Where is he? He should be here.”

With a huff of rage, he lifted to his feet and took the one large step to the door. Rolling over, your torso twisted and you yelped at the sharp pain. “Ah - fuck! What -“

“You were very sick,” he oversimplified, glancing behind his shoulder. “Yennefer…”

“Yennefer? She says she’s the ‘Love of your life’? I thought I was dreaming but she’s really real?”

“You should know Yennefer saved YOUR life.”

You mewled, ripped the covers down your thighs and tugged at your torn shirt, trying to find the source of the overwhelming pain.

Setting his jaw, he breathed deep and clenched his fist to keep from absolutely roaring at you. “You wouldn’t have survived - to be reunited with whoever this arsehole is, since that’s clearly all you can think about.”

It was neither his tone nor his words that shook you, rather the ache in your belly. “Something feels wrong.”

“As it should. Sleep.”

“Fuck you,” you spat holding your middle, getting up onto your feet much more slowly than he did. Bumping chests, you glared up at him. “You knew, didn’t you? You knew and you didn’t say a damn thing.”

Nostrils flared, patience dwindling, he looked over your head; he knew the second he glanced down and saw the pain in your eyes, it’d just add fuel to his fire and one of the two of you needed to be levelheaded.

“Not for certain until Yen told me a few minutes ago. Although I had suspected something like this when you told the story yesterday.”

Suddenly alert, you bolted toward the tent flap, but a heavy arm across the front of your shoulders blocked your way. Desperately, you reached both hands out. “Please! I need to go home. I just need to see him. He’ll explain and fix it.”

Your pained gaze finally lifted to his, digging your fingernails into his forearm locked across your chest.

His sharp gaze narrowed. “There’s a reason he didn’t come back for you. Showing up on his doorstep, now, won’t produce the results you want, I guarantee you.”

“But - I did everything I was told to do,” you gasped, blinking back tears that spilled down your cheeks anyway. Dropping your head, the tears dripped freely onto the ground. Tilting your shoulders just slightly into him, you bumped your forehead against his chest and stayed like that a long while.

“I hate you...” you sniffled and hiccupped, speaking slowly, clearly drained.

“Mmph.” He grunted, holding the back of your bare neck.

The rage had worn around the edges like two fighters in the last round dragging their feet; both of you were slow to swing back.

“Come on,” he encouraged as gently as he could muster, thumbing behind your neck. “Lie down.”

He sighed, glancing down at your trembling, balled up fist thumping against his chest.

“I-I h-hate y-“ you sobbed, nosing into his chest. “I h-aate-“

“I know,” he grumbled, closing his hand around your fist. “You hate me.”

He rested his chin on your head and carded his fingers through your hair. Feverish tears eventually gave way to panting, then to soft breaths against his skin.

“What am I going to do?” you croaked, dragging your fingertips down his spine, releasing the muscles you’d been clawing into. “I don’t know what to do.”

“The first thing you’re going to do is get some rest,” he graveled overhead. Not giving you a second to protest, he collected your wrists from behind his hips and drew you back to your cot, throwing open the covers with his free hand.

“I don’t want to sleep,” you whined, giving him a side eyed glance.

“Lie down and count geese then,” he huffed, clearly not budging on it.

With a long sigh, you crawled in and curled up, pressing your face down into the pillow. Your eyes closed when the blanket rugged up over your shoulders.

Hearing your voice just barely mumbling into your pillow, he came down onto a knee and tilted his head.

“Hmm?” he graveled just above a whisper. “You don’t mean that. … No, you don’t. … Hm? Fine, I will. Sleep.”

Settling down cross legged, he reached over the short expanse between you and the edge of the cot. As promised, he smoothed over your hair, and hummed a deeply soothing tune, the one he’d sometimes hum to Roach when she was being groomed.

Tag Team: @ly--canthrope @marswritings @fire-in-her-veinz @thiclikeh0ney @uncoolcloudyhead @michelle-1185 @boop-le-snoot @tearsontape13 @confusinglump @mary-ann84 @the-soot-sprite @wanderingsoulcelticheart @henry-cavill-obsessed @ruthoakenshield @nerra75 @raspberrydreamclouds

#tw: pregnancy #tw: suicide #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: suicidal ideation #tw: miscarriage #tw: spontaneous abortion #tw: abortion #fourmarkdovewrites #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt x you #witcher fanfiction #witcher fic #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fic #henry cavill angst

112 notes · View notes

inber · 5 years ago

Text

Ride It - Geralt x Reader OS

Heard y’all like yourself thigh riding as a kink. And by heard I mean it’s been in my asks more than once, lol. This is a quick lil’ smut romp for those of you that dream of our thicc boye’s legs at night. Fic/Song title is Meg Mac - ‘Ride It’. Enjoy! Not my gif.

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier are hitting the town for a night of drink and delirium. You’re a small tavern-keep with a daydream. A perfect storm brews. Pairings: Geralt x Reader, Jaskier is here (and is a jerk) Warnings: Adult. Smut. Thigh riding. Drug use (Witcher)/Dub!con (m) sorta (You’ll see what I mean, but if it’s a sensitive topic at all, skip this). Intoxication. Messy (f) orgasm. Bit of fluff, a glimmer of angst if you squint. Growly Ger’. Word Count: 1618. Short n’ sweet. Tags: @persephonehemingway @xmother-mortemx @alwayshave-faith @alliyjane @stretchkingblog97 @p3nny4urth0ught5 @geeksareunique @didi0666 @tigers-pat @asgardianangelo @thefangirlsblog @agniavateira @superkamigurudende @i-am-sarah @punkrogers-jerkbarnes @deansbbysblog @mary-ann84 @khaleesi-provenance @locht3ssmonster @thatonesebstanfan @afterthenightprevails @saint-hardy @ayamenimthiriel @goldensilvan @hina-chans-stuff @salaveenas-personal-blog @elsassnowflake @msmimimerton @delightfully-anonymous @uncoolcloudyhead @buggy-blogs @magic-and-the-macabre @chook007 - if you’d like to be added to my taglist, send me an ask!

Masterlist is here. If you’d like to sponsor my time for this sort of thing, I gratefully accept small donations here. Thanks for reading!

Geralt is wearing the pants.

To be fair, he has no idea what power the pants have over you. He doesn’t know that you’ve been eyeing off the exaggerated, reinforced seam that runs down each leg at the centre vertically, imagining how the textured black fabric and the warmth of his tense thigh would feel against your cunt.

Perhaps if he knew, he wouldn’t wear them so often.

It’s a night for celebration; both Geralt and Jaskier had tumbled into your inn towards the middle of the night, already on the wagon to sloshed-ville, a stolen mug still gripped in the bard’s fingers as they made their weaving way to the bar. They were bickering about something to do with Roach getting to eat before Jaskier. Regardless of their jabs at one another, you could feel the ease radiate from them, and you’d felt warmed; in all the years that they’d frequented your tavern, you’d probably only seen Geralt smile twice.

Tonight he was grinning. Tonight he was wearing the pants.

“We’ve coin to spend and you’ve mouths to drink with, so what say you, new friends?” Jaskier had addressed the small crowd of regulars in a joyful yodel, and in no time at all there was a little uproar of a shindig unfolding. You kept busy because the free-flowing food and drink was excellent business for you, and because it meant you would not stare at the Witcher.

They came to your little establishment again and again because Jaskier insisted that you cooked the best chicken and leek pies he’d ever had the privilege of putting in his mouth, and because he liked that you shared his fondness for vintage wines and exotic liquors. Geralt simply went where there was food and ale, but in time even he engaged in occasional banter with you. How could you not feel butterflies when he focused the weight of his leonine stare upon you?

Jaskier was playing at song-bird the first night you’d noticed the pants. You were daydreaming, staring at Geralt, who was facing the stage and unconsciously moving his right leg to the fast-tempo beat of the song. Captivated, you’d thought of the powerful whip of his muscle beneath the fabric, and had wondered what it would feel like to just sit in his lap. When he’d noticed you staring, you’d felt washed with heat like a lick of summer sunshine, and had flitted to the kitchen to hide, busying yourself with washing dishes to occupy your wandering mind.

And on this night, with Jaskier boasting the success of a show that paid him far too much coin, and a hunt that saw Geralt’s pockets heavy, they were intent on starting a two-man riot in your well-kept place.

You’d taken Jaskier’s arm, confused about Geralt’s demeanour. You’d never seen him so freely expressing his emotions; he laughed at jokes, drunk deeply of liquor, and applauded when a man performed a clumsy jig to the chorus of a lewd song that you had no doubt the bard was responsible for writing.

“I uh, found this… elixir in his bag.” Jaskier confesses, trying his best shy-schoolboy smile on you, “It said ‘happiness’ on the label. I was curious, so I…” He shrugs, “I dripped a bit into his ale.”

“You drugged him?!” You hiss incredulously, gripping the bard’s upper arm hard enough to leave imprints of your disappointed fingerprints.

“Ow-ow! Leave off, woman!” He swats you away, even as you glower. “He hasn’t been sleeping, okay? Hasn’t done much more than grunt in over a week. And look how happy he is now!”

Geralt is attempting to balance a spoon on the tip of his nose as others at the table copy, the clink of the silverware making you cradle your face in your hand. Gods above.

Jaskier winks and returns to the party, and you make a mental note to put a live toad in his bed tonight. As the festivities trickle into the late hours, patrons stumble out of the inn, eventually thinning the crowd to the two original merry-making men and yourself. You’d started drinking to cope with the chaos, and found yourself now in the grasp of a pleasant tipsiness. Jaskier is slumped over the table, passed out from an excess of wine and exhaustion. Geralt is still awake, seeming rather lucid, albeit languid and loose with his movements, sipping from his cup. Witcher stamina, you suppose, or maybe Jaskier’s ‘happiness’ elixir. Sighing at the thought, you slink over to keep him company.

“May I get’cha anything—oop!” You trip over someone’s lost shoe, and he reaches out to steady you with his massive hands, the both of you giggling. Standing over him, you grin. “Thanks. Anything you need?”

“No.” Geralt murmurs, glancing at Jaskier, “Unless you have a wheelbarrow to cart that lump upstairs.”

“Actually,” You muse, helpfully, “I do have one out the back, I’ll just—”

Geralt stops you by gripping your wrist, but you’ve turned already, and the awkward momentum makes you lose balance again. You start with a sound and fall into his chest, surprised, and ultimately end up in a position that has featured in so many of your daydreams; his legs are splayed wide, and you’re astride one massive thigh, his hands holding you for balance.

He can’t miss the way your pulse picks up in your breast, or the way your lips part to allow for a bite of air, sucked in sharp. He certainly can’t miss the soak of your arousal between your legs as he breathes in, and you see his cat-like pupils dilate, ebony devouring gold. There’s a tense moment where neither of you move, trying to understand how best to navigate this, but then he clenches the muscle of his leg and shifts you slightly forward, towards him.

That wonderful seam licks right up the centre of your aching cunt and you moan lasciviously without intending to, pressing your pelvis down, arching the small of your back. He responds to your reaction with a snarl that tapers into a purr, his fingers slinking to your backside to knead the supple flesh there. Unable to help yourself, you rock once, feeling the pulse in your clit, the rush of blood; his pants already have a wet spot on them.

And then you remember the ‘happiness’. Damn it.

“Geralt,” You gasp, stilling, unwilling to take advantage of him, even as your body screams traitor, “Jaskier—”

“Drugged me earlier.” He rasps, pulling you forward again with a more forceful grip. You bite off a squeal. “Wore off hours ago.”

“But you…?” You’re panting, and at his urging, you begin to purposefully grind in a rhythm against his flexing thigh, that wonderful seam stroking you as you do, as he watches you like a lord of legend, his posture princely, as you take your pleasure from the strength of him. It feels incredible.

“I didn’t want to be a Witcher tonight.” He whispers, and somewhere in your lust-haze, you understand. He could pretend. It was an excuse to let go, and he is giving you permission to use him to do the same.

The rawness of it strikes you, and you find his mouth; he kisses you and draws fevered groans from your lungs, swallowing them like honey-mead, toying with your tongue as you buck in his grasp. Your fingers fist the fabric of his shirt and when you break for breath, you’re openly mewling, the long column of your throat exposed as you throw your head back and ride his thigh and those blessed pants with short, frantic thrusts of your hips, using your bare feet as purchase on the floor. His eyes are lighthouses of delight, focused upon you in your tempest, guiding you as the waves begin to crest and your sweat-licked body threatens to shudder apart. Your cunt is dressing his leg in wet slick, the dark fabric obscenely decorated with the frenzy and scent of you.

“Come for me, darling thing,” He tempts at your ear in the willow-bark rasp of his voice, “Come apart, feel me beneath you, fuck my flesh and let go.”

You’re the tight horse-hair of a violin bow, twisted and twisted in tension, every snapping synapse in your nerve-fucked body an orchestral hum, and he, your conductor, coaxes the crescendo from you. When you come it’s like a suspension of time, the shattering of clocks and hairline fractures in dresser-mirrors; you think you might be screaming but you don’t know, think you might have torn his shirt but you don’t know. The orgasmic clench of your cunt is a metronome rhythm for him to write his symphony, and he holds you as you jerk and gasp and wash his shaking thigh with your release, the wetness dripping from the underside of the chair. That seam is your anchor and your tail-wind at the same time; the roughness of it tortures your clit, begs every sensibility from you until you have nothing left but the bones of your shipwreck scattered across the jagged rocks of his person, the chant of his name the last wind of your sails.

The entire time, he purrs.

You slump forward, and he shifts his hands when strength fails you, holding you against his huge chest. You feel lax and fluid and feathery, like spiderwebs caught on a lazy breeze. The steady, slow drum of his pulse on your heated cheek soothes you, returns you to reality, and you smile at the sensation of his fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You finally confess, drunk on the lewd fuckery of it all more so than the wine you’ve consumed.

Softly, he hmms, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Why do you think I chose to wear these pants today?”

The look on your face makes him laugh, and you can’t help but join him.

#the witcher #witcher #netflix the witcher #the witcher fandom #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic #fanfiction #fanfic #geralt x reader #smut #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #self insert #thigh riding

538 notes · View notes

falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years ago

Text

Strange Side Quests

Geralt of Rivia x (f)reader

- reader is part of my Of Monsters and Men series

Summary: After some fortune teller had given you two a tarot paired with directions to a town. You find yourselves on a new adventure, but is the coin worth it?

Warning: blood and gore, fluff, slight smut mention, reader being a smartass, Geralt loving reader unconditionally up in here; also reader is half human half vampire. Enjoy!

Kicking a rock across the beaten down path until the tiny grey object flies into a nearby bush. You let out a dramatic huff in boredom, how you almost wish Jaskier was traveling with you now to fend off the silence. Then maybe this trek to Vizima wouldn't be so tedious and lengthy, oh if you only knew where that bard had traveled off to. On second thought, maybe you don't.

The surrounding area is forest on both sides, tall trees with leaves turning colors of reds, oranges, and yellows as autumn calls them home to the earth. A brisk wind causes your long dark coat to flap against your legs while you walk side by side with Roach.

The day is bright and beautiful, evening it is with puffy white clouds that scatter across the large blue sky. You absolutely love this time of year on the Continent, and how else would you rather spend your traveling time then with a smelly mare and a Witcher all to yourself.

"We should look for a place to set up camp." Says Geralt, "Looks like it's going to be a cold night."

"For you." You can't feel the cold, however, he does.

Geralt hums, "Then perhaps we could find a way to keep warm."

"A fire usually does the trick. Also no worries, you can use my blanket and coat to keep warm, I'll just sleep naked under the starlight." You add with a telling smirk, eyes glancing over at Geralt who shares a knowing look with you.

"Y/N, you speak dangerously."

You smile, "These are just simple words coming out of my mouth. Solutions to your chilly night problems so my dear Witcher does not feel like an ice sickle. Nothing more."

He snorts, "Yes and the sky is red."

"It could be." You laugh, "I knew a mage once who could turn the clouds green. It was quite something to witness and it was definitely real."

"Well green clouds will not prevent me from shivering if we don't find a place to set up soon."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it." You mutter before giving him a wink and shifting into a pack of bats, flying off down the trail in search of a suitable place to set up camp. Somewhere far off enough from the trail where a fire cannot be seen by any unwanted prying eyes, and somewhere that's flat enough.

In no time at all have you located a spot under a thick pine tree not too far away from where Geralt is still riding. Leaving the place at once, you find Geralt again before changing back into your original form to better lead Roach to the area. Thankfully making camp doesn't take too long, because before you even knew it darkness had begun to creep into the valley and away goes your light and the last bits of the suns warmth.

Blanketing the woodland in pitch blackness with lack of even a tiny sliver of moon, nothing but dark sky and earth. Luckily with being half vampire and all, you're able to see in the dark just fine as you would in daylight, the world just appears as cool blues and greys with lack of firelight. So here you are now, on stick duty to keep that fire glowing so Geralt doesn't get cold and start whining about it.

With arms full of dry sticks, you start heading back to camp without incident until you take a step into the firelight that's illuminating a small glow around the tiny camp. A silver sword is sent mere inches from your face, you stiffen before sending a raised brow at the golden eyed man behind it.

"I presume you thought I was a monster and haven't all of a sudden decided it's time to cut down your dearly beloved...Correct?"

Geralt immediately brings the sword to his side, face flashing with annoyance for himself, "Correct. Maybe I'm still a little jumpy after last night's debacle."

You set the pile of sticks next to the fire, "Oh right, that one drunken dipshit who walked right into camp looking for somewhere to piss. Fucking idiot couldn't tell his left hand from his right."

"Next time we don't camp next to merchants no matter how nice they are, I honestly thought you were about to cause a murder." Teases Geralt as you sit down across from him, "You were very close."

"And let's not forget about you huh." You add, tone light and playful, "As soon as that fool stepped out from the trees you had your fists at the ready. I was very impressed. Quite the fast reflexes you have...like a rabbit.....a big one."

He simple rolls his eyes, "I wasn't expecting it.....clearly."

"No, and clearly you're still a bit tense."

Geralt tosses a stick in the fire, "Apologies my love, I didn't intend to point a sword at you."

"The silver one at that." You point, "My arch enemy of human weaponry. The cause of my kinds pain and demise, besides the sun of course...and werewolves."

"Silver." Says Geralt, "For monsters, which you are not."

You tilt your head, raising a brow at him, "My red eyes say otherwise. Maybe subconsciously your inner Witcher is always ready to take me out. Hence why you snatched up your silver blade and not the steel one."

Geralt shakes his head at your teasing, "It's what I was cleaning when I heard you walking back..."

"Ah! So you knew I was walking back, and yet you still drew your sword on me." You point a finger at him, before setting it down while your brows furrow, "Was that a test?"

"A test?"

"Yes. Did you do that deliberately to see if I would do something about it, the sudden sword in my face?" You ask, knowing he did it accidentally though you're having too much fun egging him on about this.

"Well we weren't training, so no."

"Are you certain?"

Geralt blinks slowly before muttering a blunt, "Yes."

You lean back onto your hands, "Yeah alright......so, cold yet?"

"Not at the moment, but I'm sure I'll be soon enough."

You smirk, "If only you were half vampire like me, oh the worries of men are lost to the wind with my life. I have not a care in the world with who I meet or where I go, it's the world who is cautious about me passing through it."

"I am writhing with envy." Replies Geralt bluntly, voice obviously sarcastic.

You nod, "Understandable. You're not as fast, strong, or cunning as I, thankfully you have your fighting skills and bodily muscle to keep you alive. Also you are an incredibly attractive man, but that only gets you so far." You send him a wink.

He forces himself not to crack a grin, "What's that cunning to say about you? Your half vampire, in love with a Witcher. That's quite the predicament wouldn't you say?"

"It is. But who was the one who fell first for the other here? A Witcher is supposed to slay all monsters. Aren't I part monster?"

Geralt's expression turns oddly serious and sentimental as he looks into your gaze, "You are still no monster to me."

"Well, I think I like that answer." You add, "I must have just found the right Witcher when I needed him most."

"Maybe you're right."

You let out a laugh, "You're allowed to say destiny. The word is not going to slap you in the face like an angry whore for speaking it this once. Destiny Geralt. Destiny."

He doesn't say a thing for a long moment until he finally shrugs before saying, "Fated circumstance."

You cackle with laughter, falling onto your back as you hold your stomach from laughing so hard. Geralt just shakes his head at you, smile apparent while you try and regain yourself.

"Fated circumstance?" You repeat, "My gods you're something else.....and all mine."

He smiles at that before glancing from the bunched up blanket next to him then back to you, "Were you serious about sleeping naked?"

"Only if you'll indulge me for some physical pleasure. Just a little."

He raises a brow, "A lot?"

"A lot works too." You nod, standing up on your bent knees as you take off your shirt, "Just keep that sword over there, I don't fancy getting burnt by that silver shit before I climax. Kind of ruins the mood."

He sets his shirt on the grass, "We wouldn't want that. Not at all." ——

Crouched down by a burnt tree off to the side of the path, you poke at the crispy squared chunks of bark that break and crack when your dagger touches it. From behind, you can hear the thump of Geralt's boots against the grass as he dismounts from Roach.

His footsteps approach, as do the mares. Geralt's dark boots stop at your side. "Feels like magic."

You purse your lips together and hum, "A mage practicing fire magic perhaps? That's supposed to be banned..who's to say anymore, some mages do as they please with little regard for others. Hmm, all I smell here is burnt wood and squirrel."

"I was hoping you'd say it was just a storm."

You stand to face him, "It was just a storm."

He gives you a deadpanned stare, blinking slowly, "Lets just find wherever this tarot leads us."

"Oh that thing! Right." You mutter before walking around to Roach's side pack and pulling out the tarot. "This here." The tarot shows a shimmery red background with four rocks floating in a circle around a wooden staff and two purplish white lighting strikes printed on opposite corners of the card. Whatever the hell any of that means.

Geralt's golden eyes trail over the mysterious markings, "The name that woman gave us what was it again? Vizla...Vezlo...Vizeth...something like that I think?"

You shake your head at him, "Well it's certainly a good thing I'm here. None of those were even remotely close."

"Alright then what's the name?"

"Vizima."

"I was close."

"Knowing the actual name would get you far, knowing a variation of the name would get you five leagues in the wrong direction."

Geralt shakes his head at you, "Alright then, do you remember what that old fortune teller told us?"

Flicking the tarot, you nod, "The old fortune teller said we must head to Vizima in search of the towns only mage where we will get all our questions answered." You add with a dramatic flair of your hands, “Then she made her windchimes move on their own, however I cannot do that nor do we have windchimes.”

"She didn't say where this mage is, now did she?"

"First off, if I was to say a random name would you have believed me?"

Geralt opens his mouth but pauses for a moment as his brows furrow in thought, "Depends on how convincing it would sound."

"Well it doesn't matter because the cranky old bird didn't say shit about where this so called mage of Vizima is. So, all we gotta do is ask around which shouldn't be too hard if the place only has one mage."

"Right. This town can't be that big if its in the middle of a forest."

"Right. Easy hunting." ——

"And don't be comin' round here you fuckin' red eyed pointy toothed bastard!" Shouts a bearded round faced tavern owner as he spits onto the mud, "We ain't tellin' you not a single thing ‘bout that mage or his whereabouts in the north end!"

You lend the potbellied man a humored grin as you nod, hands folded behind your back, "Ah wonderful, so it's a he and he roams the north district somewhere around that area huh, very good." You send the angered man a wink, "You have been so inadvertently helpful so thank you and your kind heart for that very very much."

He scowls before glancing at the two biggest men standing in the small market crowd off to the side, they nod in silent mutual understanding before walking towards you. Unsheathing a sword each, faces dirt smudged and less then friendly.

You raise a brow at them, "Oh well come on now I'm just a defenseless woman trying to get some answers." They keep walking, you take a step back, "Okay guys must we do this? I mean I didn't even bring my dagger, can I at least have a stick?" You ask before the curly haired one swings his sword at you.

In a blurred flash have you practically disappeared from his grasp while he swings at nothing but air. Both him and his blonde friend whip around to face your smirking face. You give them a wave, "I really don't see how killing me will do any good. I’m fantastic if you haven’t just noticed and Geralt would miss my lovely face and even lovelier lady par..”

Blondie circles the blade in his hand threateningly, "No one bothers our mage. That's the rules."

You throw your hands to the air in bewilderment for how this whole interaction is going, "Made by who? The mage?" The blonde begins running towards you, he swings but you're gone in a flash. Standing casually off to his right, "That's not very social of him. How's he going to meet anyone new?"

"He don't like meeting anyone new." Grumbles the curly haired man as he takes a bold step forward, "And we don't like outsiders. 'Specially a half demon like yourself." He spits onto the muddy ground in disgust yet again.

You grimace, "Unnecessarily rude. You kiss your mother with that jabbering pie hole you call a mouth?"

He chuckles darkly, "Don't have no mum." They both start taking cautious steps closer, intent to kill apparent.

"oh that's nice, guess no one's going to cry if you're bleeding in the dirt then." They don't have a second to speak as you've already thrown them to the mud covered marketplace. Swords flung across the matted sludge as they both groan and moan in pain.

You turn to face the man who summoned them, his eyes are wide as he locks gazes with you, you take a step towards him while he takes a step back. You stop and tilt your head at him, "Where is the mage? Exact location in this shitstick of a town and you'll keep your cock for another day because don't worry." You hold your hands up, "I don't like to kill people, however I will maim and cut choice body parts off."

The man points left, "N-north district, tallest house there, you can't miss it."

You smile, fangs prominent as you show off your pearly whites to the nervous man, "Now that wasn't so hard." You then give a little nod, "Good day." You add before walking off to find your wandering Witcher, and by the scent of him he's a little ways past all the popular taverns.

When you finally spot him by a stall selling all sorts of shiny nick nacks and beautiful jewelry, he's standing there trying to understand a dwarven man speaking in the thickest accent from wherever he is you've ever heard. By the looks of it all, Geralt's nod getting anywhere.

Approaching his side, you set a gentle hand upon his right armored shoulder when he gives you a warning look until he realizes it's just you. You hand him a grin, "Making friends are we?"

"No." He grumbles out.

"Buying me something pretty then?" You tease, "Something big and sparkly for a royal lady of the court, a stand out admirable gem. Fit for a princess.." You lean in to whisper, "..which is what I am. I believe I deserve it, by law and by my blood." You are the daughter of the vampire queen after all, however that doesn't get you far with this type of crowd.

Geralt raises a brow, "And what would you do with a.." His golden eyes wander over the table of jewelry then to the hanging necklaces as he reaches a hand out to hold one dangling from a hook, "...one of these?"

"Wear it. What else would I do with it?"

He lets it go, "Alright. Oh I had forgotten, we don't have the coin."

You press a finger into his leather armored chest, "You don't have the coin."

He smiles a pursed lipped grin at your theatrics, you're just stalling to find that mage since you have a deep rooted love/hate for them in general. Geralt removes your hand from his chest, "Another time." He says before looking at the dwarven man, "Not today, we have somewhere to be."

"Oi yuh relvy? Wecha beva couym ack." He rambles with a nod. Both you and Geralt wander elsewhere, leaving the jewelry stand to round a corner and talk to one another somewhere quieter.

The two of you face each other, "You found where the mage lives didn't you?" Implores Geralt as your brows furrow.

"Did you understand a single word that guy said?"

He takes your hands with his in an attempt at getting you to focus, "Y/N, I know you found where the mage lives."

"How would you kn.."

"That vendor was exclusively selling silver jewelry."

You open your mouth to speak but stop and look off to the side, "oh." Your eyes wander around the vendor lot until you face him again, "Hadn't noticed."

He holds back a grin, "Now where is the mage?"

Your face falls as you then show off a scowl, "He is located in the north district, yunno only big pointy tower in the whole section? Oddly resembles an erect penis, that one?"

Geralt snorts, "Yes I remember seeing it."

"I like to think every mage held up in their prick tower is a reflection of their own personal attitude...which is they're all pricks and we cannot trust them." You point, "Most of them at least."

Geralt nods, "Yes. Now let's go find this prick. Shall we?"

You cross your arms and look from him to the path ahead and then back to him again, "Fine. But you're knocking." ——

Thud. Thud. Thud.

You stand off to the side, arms crossed defensively while your snowy haired Witcher knocks on the giant mahogany door covered in vines, using the doors metallic gargoyle head to create such ruckus. Staring back at him with its two dark beady stone eyes and ugly little face, you wish to punt this doorknocker into a pond.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Geralt releases the gargoyle head and takes a step back, soon the twisted vines guarding the massive door move like snakes before receding from their post up into the doorways overhang. You can hear footsteps on the other side when they halt abruptly at the entrance way, whoever it is remains unseen. The door shimmers a sapphire hue before rippling colors of lapis lazuli as a blurred body forms from within.

Out pops a tan skinned elven boy, glancing curiously between the two of you with his big opal eyes that flicker with every color of the rainbow. "I am Fyrn of the Nimnar Valley. Welcome Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher....and Y/N of Alcatraz, daughter of the Vampire Queen. He has been expecting your arrival."

Both you and Geralt share a mutual look as you then take a threatening step forward, "Does this he of great mysterious title have a name?" The eleven boy simply smiles, he nods, fingers folding together as his eyes trail from Geralt to you.

"He does. But only he can tell you. Now please, come with me." Directs the elven boy Fyrn as he then disappears into the enchanted door. Fucking mages and their magic entranceways.

"Ladies first." Teases Geralt as he points a hand like a polite butler. Setting a hand upon your hip, you tilt your head at him while he simply shrugs, "I knocked first."

Shaking your head at him, you push him back when he makes an attempt to go forward so that you disappear first into the shimmering door of sapphire. Geralt just holds back a laugh while he follows you through the magic door.

After a brief trek to the mages chambers on the second floor, Fyrn knocks on a door of pure oak with strands of gold woven in clusters here and there. Nothing is heard on the other end until he speaks a word in elvish, only then does the door open. He ushers you both inside and just like that does he vacate the area.

Leaving you and Geralt in a giant study filled high with books to either side and a ginormous stained glass window on the center back wall depicting a beautiful woman with wings of black webbing spread behind her. She stands on a bed of skeletons, one arm filled with roses as the other holds delicately a dagger resembling yours.

All around her are colors of purples, blues, reds, and blacks; footsteps are heard on your right, you turn to see the owner. A man as tall as Geralt stands in long robes of dark reds and blacks though his body is noticeably leaner. Hair black, beautiful and long, eyes the color of fire embers he smiles at the two of you warmly. You take notice of an obsidian staff in his right hand, you immediately tense.

The mage rests a hand on his heart before directing it towards you two as a form of greeting, "This is a good day indeed. I have awaited your arrival for many moons and countless suns, I am glad you are here at last." Speaks a soft velvety voice, this mage looks more like a pretty elf then anything human.

"Why has our tarot brought us here?" You ask, "What do you want?"

He smiles, "I will tell you shortly. In the meantime I believe I owe you my name...I am Saraphim of Vizima, mage to this lovely residence and all her people within." Lovely people may be a stretch.

"Very nice." You interrupt, "Now, the reason for us being here? Why the fuck did some fortune teller say Vizima and this here tarot shows us these sticks and shit? Also why us?" You ramble when he brings his hand up to shush you.

"A Witcher knows how to handle a magical situation out of my grasp. However a creature such as yourself can kill it like a deadly adder....especially someone with your kind of gift." Says the mage Saraphim knowingly, "You have what is needed to kill a certain kind of being where it stands, and save countless life in the process."

Geralt grumbles, "Enough with the riddles and mysteries tell us what you want and why our tarot led us to you?"

"There is a rival mage hiding like a coward in the ruins of Vaska three miles east of here, she has stolen a prized artifact of mine and to protect herself has created a golum. If you kill this stone monster I will reward you greatly, and if you are able to kill the mage I will reward you tenfold." Presents Saraphim as he wanders to the center of the room to open up a book laying on a large table holding other various magical type trinkets and other things.

"We'll do it."

He raises a brow at your quick words, "As I expected so."

"Now answer us this." Says Geralt, "How are we to properly kill this creature? They can't be killed by simple swords and arrows."

"No. No they cannot." His ember eyes trail over to you, "You know who this winged woman is?" He looks up at the stained glass.

Your eyes study the colorful piece, "I assume you're going to tell me."

He chuckles lightly, "She is the Vampire Queen, your mother."

"Her hair is longer." Why are you not surprised?

"So it is. I have heard stories of her, fantasized about walking in her court and claiming a title of mage of Alcatraz, being by her side." He says breathless, eyes turning back to you as he snaps back to reality, "Those were just childish fantasies of course. A court of vampires would be no good company for me, so here her beauty remains...and here you stand. Most certainly a close image of her greatness."

"Well I'm certainly not going to fuck you if that's what you're thinking."

Saraphim's eyes widen in embarrassment, "Oh no, no, you misread me my dear princess. I simply admire your mother's great influence and power...you see, I admire the beings of your kind. They are exquisite creatures who walk this Continent, the rulers of the night, beings of beauty and power." He takes a step forward, "And you, you are the most powerful of them all. Half human, half vampire, you walk like a wolf amongst sheep. Never to be broken by the sun.."

"Yes yes I'm very flattered, and a tad weirded out. Now what do you actually want of me?"

Saraphim takes a step back, "May I see your tarot?" You nod before quickly fishing it out of your leather gauntlet and handing it to him. "You see here? The lightening bolts, yes?"

"Hard to miss." Mutters Geralt, feeling a bit more protective over you even though this mage means no ill intent for you. Nor does he appear to be attracted to you.

"Yes good. Well, as it turns out. In order to destroy a stone golum crafted by a witch, wizard, or mage...only lightening magic can do what is necessary."

Geralt's brows furrow, "We don't posses such power."

Saraphim points to the lightening before handing the tarot back to you, "The gift I was speaking of earlier, Y/N's dark gift.." He gives Geralt a quizzical look like this white haired man knows a thing, the Witcher simply hums while the mage nods at this, "..every vampire or dhampir is born with a dark gift. For some it is taking the form of a beast, perhaps manipulation of a humans will, or to read the minds of others. For Y/N here, she needs no magical training..."

"Lightening." Geralt's eyes are on you in a second, "How could I have forgotten?"

You shrug, "I never need to use it.....well apparently until now."

Saraphim smiles, "Precisely. Now can you two do this for me is the final question I ask? After all that I have said?" ——

Throwing a pine cone in the air as you walk beside your Witcher and Roach, you catch the thing once again, completing your rhythm as you go. An almost annoyed scowl marked onto your features while you take a second to breath from your ramblings about the unfriendly tavern goers and the mage. Who has summoned you two for this quest.

You throw the pine cone into the bark of a tree, "Can you do this for me? He says, can you do this because I'm too much of a lazy little fuck to do it myself. Oh, my pretty robes, oh no ahh dirt get it away from me." You add dramatically, flailing your arms like a fearful maiden as you regain your composure, "What do we look like? A courier service for monster hunters?"

Geralt laughs from atop of Roach, "He wants this done for the safety of Vizima, these old ruins are sacred ground to them. And anyways, we need to kill the mage and bring back the artifact."

"He can kiss my ass."

Geralt hums, "He was kind, and seemed to have good intentions."

"He's a loner obsessed with vampires."

"Everyone has a quirk."

You throw him a look, "Yeah alright and what's yours oh great and mighty Witcher who doth know it all?"

"You tell me." Counters Geralt with a friendly smile, enjoying when there's a given moment to challenge you.

"Hmm. Let me see here, oh I know, for one you talk to that horse whenever I'm elsewhere. Oh and you always pat down your bed before laying down..ha like a cat.....and you always stand a bit in front of me when you think I need protection."

"Do I?"

"Yes. Clearly I can handle myself, however I find it adorable so I don't mind." You admit as he shys away with a small grin, golden eyes trained to Roach's leather reins in his gloved hands.

"Hey I think we're at the ruins." He looks up to find an opening in the woodland, a large overgrown field with massive broken chunks of grey stone placed methodically about. Like they are a far off memory of castles long ago.

He clicks his tongue for the mare to halt, "I believe you're right." He then slips from the saddle to stand next to you, "I'll tie her up and then we'll find this damn golum."

You nod before slipping into the woodland in search of some viable sign that a golum is indeed here and not just a dramatic fabrication of a paranoid mage. You walk over some roots jutting out of the earth before kneeling behind a square hunk of stone covered in patches of moss.

In no time does Geralt find himself crouched down next to you, sword out and ready while his golden eyes scan the area ahead. It's not anything too out of the ordinary by any means, the ground is large and open with knee high grass. Stone placed around like they could have been either religiously settled there or are the aftermath of hundreds of years of abandonment.

There is not a place around where a suitable house for a hidden mage could be found. Geralt nudges your side, "Can you see anything I can't?"

"No."

"Smell anything odd?"

"Besides Roach all I can smell is grass and bird shit." You mutter, "Let's get a closer look. Maybe Saraphim was fucking with us just so he could meet me."

"Maybe." Says Geralt as he looks to you, "Have you ever seen a golum?"

"No, just gargoyles. The two are very different though even if they're both creatures of stone." You add, "However I don't think golums can be reasoned with." You stand and jump over the stone edge as Geralt follows suite.

You stand in the knee high grass with him a few feet away by your side, sword at the ready while his eyes trail over the ruins. You look over at him, "I'm going to take a look around, give me a minute and I'll tell you what I see." The Witcher gives a mutual nod as you shift into a pack of bats.

The dark winged creatures flap and squeak as you navigate your way through the old ancient ruins. You fly quickly past downed trees, more field, and a plethora of other ruins with a single one imprinted with a strange marking on it. Revealing a pyramid with two sticks coming out of the top making a v towards the sky. Whatever the hell that means.

Geralt waits patiently where you left him, eyes and ears cautious for trouble as he spots your pack of bats flapping through the ruins headed for him. Soon does the pack lower for the ground as a black mist engulfs them resulting in your beautiful face greeting him yet again.

"See anything?"

"Nothing of any significant but a weird rune I've never seen before. Other then that I really am starting to believe that mage was fucking with us." You mutter before picking up a rock, "I mean, we should have seen a golum by now right? They're made of stone, sticks, and magic..not to mention are fucking huge. How the fuck have we not seen one yet!" You shout in frustration before launching the rock into a large boulder.

The grey object explodes, leaving a small dent in the stones side from the force of your supernatural strength. Geralt drops his hand to his side, "Maybe shout that louder next time."

You scowl at his sarcastic tone, "Alright Witcher what do you got?"

He leans the sword against his shoulder, "Saraphim told us a bit more if you remember.."

"I do.." You pause as your gaze diverts from his, "..maybe I don't because I was too interested in his collection of troll skulls."

Geralt hums, "Well he said in order to wake a golum who's asleep, which I'm assuming is in our best interest here, it must be shot with lightening. A lightening rod and a storm is in order for this to occur, however we are lucky enough to have you."

"Right. Right I knew that, I remember now..it's all coming back to me." You nod as he gives you an unconvincing look, "Now where is this golum huh? So many boulders and ruins here, a stone beast can't be that difficult to find. It's literally a tall humanoid made of stone! Fuck this!" You shout, deep irritation flowing through your body as your fists clench.

Geralt sheathes his blade before walking over to rest a hand on your shoulder, "Maybe the one stone with the rune is our golum. Lead us there and that's where we'll start."

You take a breath, "Alright. It's this way." He follows your lead until you stop at the huge boulder appearing rather unassuming in the grass.

He stands off to the side while you ready your stance a couple yards away, "This better be the fucking golum." You grumble before closing your fists and opening them again to purple flashes of lightening crackling in your palms.

Geralt hides halfway behind an old tree as he watches you bring your hands together before yelling and throwing your arms towards the boulder. Lighting kisses the air as it crackles across the short distance to the stone before crashing into it.

Stone breaks and flies away from the point of impact as you call more lighting to the area for a couple seconds more until you close your fists again, dissipating away the lightening. Breathing a bit heavier now, you tilt your head curiously at the unmoving boulder of rock.

You turn to face Geralt across the small grassy field, "What do I have to do to wake up this damn golum! Tickle it?" You open your mouth to speak more when a crumbling sounds from behind you.

Geralt's golden eyes widen as he steps into the opening, you twist around to watch as a ginormous stone golum creaks and crumbles to life. Standing at around three elk high; the monster appears humanoid with its big stone body. However it's facial features must have been half-assed in the crafting process, as it's face is a pebbly mess.

Whatever it has for sufficient eye sockets trains itself onto your puny form, the stone snorts a dusty mist of dirt as it takes a single step with its huge boulder of a leg. The ground practically shakes as you take a cautious step back, the golum stops and stares down at you.

"Uh Geralt." You mutter nervously, "What do I do now?"

"It can only be killed by a lighting strike."

"Just one?" You swallow as the golum studies if you're friend or foe.

"Three strikes."

Your face falls as you turn your head to then glare at your Witcher, "THREE? THREE FUCKING STRIKES?" You can't help but shout. He's about to answer you when a groaning roar pierces the air, you turn to face the golum. Anger clear on its big ugly face.

The stone beast takes another thundering step forward, man sized arm swinging down towards you right after to wipe your tiny life from this plane of existence. Anticipating this, supernatural reflexes have you standing next to Geralt as the golums huge paw swats nothing but tall grass where you once stood.

The Witcher gives you a double take when he realizes you're right next to him, "Y/N?"

You give him a glance, "What?"

He nods towards the grumbling golum of confused angry stone, "Kill it." You send him a bewildered look as the stone humanoid starts walking closer.

"And what are you going to be doing? Sitting back on a bed of flowers as a forest nymph feeds you grapes naked?"

"Preferably yes."

You shake your head at him as the blundering golum raises its arm to kill you two, in a blurred flash is Geralt and yourself safely atop a tall overturned boulder. "Fine then you handsome cunt I'll do it myself, stay here and don't get killed." He feels the ghost of a kiss as your body materializes into a pack of bats.

In seconds are you swarming around the annoyed golum while he raises his heavy rocky arms to do some damage. Not making any apparent contact with a single bat, the golum becomes even more enraged and roars. Put off by the sudden belching scream of lion-like fury, you vacate the air before materializing on the ground a few feet away.

"Look here you fucking piece of birdshit! Hello there! That's right pay attention to me, just me." The golum takes a step towards you, "That's right, let's go. You and me!" He throws a hand up just as you launch a crackling burst of lightening straight into his center chest. He yells mightily, staggering back like a drunken fool.

Geralt watches from a safe distance as you jump with excitement, he's subconsciously smiling at your theatrics when you land another blow to the pissed off golum. Then just like that do you throw a bolt of electricity straight through the stone monsters stomach. It groans miserably, holding its hollowed out tummy as it then breaks apart where it stands.

Smiling victoriously down at the crumbling stone, Geralt finds himself by your side, "Nicely done." He praises with a genuine grin at your impressive feat.

"Yes I know." You teasingly boast, "Now lets find that fucking mage."

A stick snaps. Out from the woodland does a woman with tangled grey hair step into view, a staff of ebony in her left hand. Eyes of light blue almost glow as they trail from Geralt to you and back again. She smiles grimly, "That was my guardian. Why have you strangers come into my territory?"

"A mage has sent us in search of something you have stolen." Answers Geralt truthfully.

A flicker of hatred flashes through her pale eyes, "Saraphim." She hisses with malice, "And he has sent me two hunters to do his bidding. Clever, last time he sent a party of mercenaries that didn't last longer then a wolf's cry. Nonetheless you will not leave this place with the Neh'tza sephira."

An enchanted stone? That's what the mage in Vizima wants, whatever gets you coin then.

"Hand us over the magic rock and you keep your life."

She scowls at you, staff pointing in your direction, "I think not you undead halfbreed."

Your crimson eyes darken, in a blurred flash do you disappear before halting all movements a few feet to her left. Your hair and clothing sways when you stop to look at the mage. She stands there, eyes wide in shock as a waterfall of blood flows out of her slit throat. Her staff falls to the earth.

She sputters and gags, gasping for breath that never comes while her hands try desperately to stop the bleeding. It seeps through her fingers as you clean your dagger in the grass. Geralt races to her side, "Where is the sephira!" He shouts as she falls to her knees.

He kneels down as she smiles a sick grin, blood still trailing down her neck and hands as it stains her clothing and the grass below. She gargles on broken words of hatred while you walk over to his side. She eyes you fiercely. You point the tip of your blade at her temple.

"I'll make it a quick passing if you tell us where it is. Point to it if you must." She simply slumps to the ground, hands still around her bloody throat as she chokes on laughter.

You unsheathe your dagger before kneeling down to rip off a piece of her clothing's fabric, standing once more, you drink in the scent. Blinking, your eyes gaze up at the woods to find an aurora of her scent leading the way. Perfect.

You glance down at the dying mage, "Sorry about that.....and uh, don't haunt this place or I'll have to kill you again." She smiles a bloody grin up at you before releasing her hands from the slice in her skin. Blood oozes out, the sweet scent causing you to almost drool. She knows what she's doing.

Geralt, eyes flickering between the two of you quickly stands to grab your forearm, "Y/N. Let's go." Your eyes snap up to meet his, "Lead the way." He says, doing all he can to prevent you from ripping the mage to shreds from a sudden spell of bloodlust.

You swallow, "Right. The magic rock." Leading him away towards the forest as your vampiric instincts fight internally within you to stay and feast. Gods the things you do for coin. ——

Bursting through the doors of Saraphim's study, he jumps, dropping a book onto his desk before whipping around to see what all the commotions about. Once his ember irises fall upon your self assured face and that of Geralt's, he relaxes once more.

"You two have survived." He says almost surprised, "This is most fortunate news. Do you have what I asked?"

"Do you have our coin?"

He nods, "Of course." Eyes set to the elven boy by the door, "Fyrn retrieve our friends gold they have rightly earned." The opal eyed boy bows respectfully before disappearing down a hallway.

Saraphim looks expectantly at the two of you, "May I see this object for myself, I must know it is safe and true."

"You mean this magical rock?" You hold up a black sack, undoing the tie as you pull out a rock with a peculiar rune engraved into it. "It's not much but stone."

His eyes light up with excitement, "So you have." He takes a couple steps forward before hesitating, "May I?" He asks.

You hold out the rock, "Please. We've dealt with enough rocks for awhile, I don't care why you needed this and I certainly don't care for an explanation into whatever the fuck this artifact does for you." He takes the rock as you cross your arms, "We'll be satisfied with our coin and gladly to never cross paths with you ever again."

"Very well, I will not bore the lady dhampir and her Witcher of Kaer Morhen any longer then necessary." Agrees the dark haired mage as his elven apprentice walks into the room, "Oh good, Fyrn would you give them their dues."

The elven boy hands each of you a sack of coin, big enough to fit nicely in the whole extent of your hand. You throw the sack up, catching it soon after as you then shake the sack to hear the distinctive jingle of coins. "Very nice indeed."

"Yes." Says Geralt, "It was a pleasure to meet you Saraphim, but we must be going now. Good day."

"Yes, good day and goodbye." You add with a wave of your hand, feet already leading you towards the door.

"Safe travels." He calls after, though you've already made it down the hallway.

What a trip that was.

Tagged: @seninjakitey @notahappytree @ashleyforeverareject @sokkasdarling @kmuir1@haleypearce @diegos-butt @a-girl-who-loves-disney @beck07990

#geralt x y/n #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt x you #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x you #geralt of rivia x y/n #the witcher #the witcher x y/n #the witcher x reader #the witcher x you #fanfiction #fanfic #of Monsters and Men series

177 notes · View notes