#the Witcher roach

[thedemonofcat]

After Jaskier gains the ability to understand and converse with animals, he is surprised by how much Roach enjoys chatting.

Unlike Geralt, the Witcher's horse proves to be a great conversationalist, much to Jaskier's amusement and Geralt’s annoyance.

Roach especially enjoys talking shit about people.

[chaoticmultifandom28]

I want a post mountain break-up fic where Roach is mad at Geralt and making it difficult for him, like ‘oh you want to keep going today, hmm not me Imma sit my horse ass down and not move’ or ‘you want to go the opposite direction than Jaskier’s scent? Too bad I only know that way’ and even though she’s a horse, she’s roach so she gives Geralt ‘I’m disappointed in you’ looks

[awitcheress]

Geralt and Roach in Brokilon.

[shutuplilith]

the witch and her cottage, part 2 - geralt of rivia x reader

the witch and her cottage, part 2

ciri's pov. (takes place after the ending of season 1, episode 8. yennifer exists in this, but not as geralts love interest but as his best friend)

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As she walks toward us, out of the corner of my eye, my gaze falls sideways to Geralt, who also wears a grin on his lips. "Gera... oh, hello, Roach, what a pleasure to catch sight of you again," she says as her hand gently strokes the nose of Geralt's faithful mare. At that moment, Roach seems to enjoy the tender touch, and I feel an invisible bond forming between the two. After a few precious moments, she gently disengages from Roach and takes a few steps back. She looks to Geralt, "Oh Geralt," she grins, "it's good to see you again as well." A smile plays around his lips as she pulls him into a warm embrace, which he returns without hesitation. As they break free from the embrace, hergaze shifts towards me, her luminous (y/e/c) eyes studying me intently. "Oh, and you must be Ciri; I've heard so much about you," she whisper, her words hitting me like the sound of an ancient spell. I furrow my brow, and inside my head, my thoughts start to dance wildly. My gaze returns to Geralt once more, who meets my look with a faint grin. "I am, by the way, (y/n)," her voice once again captures my attention, pulling me back from the dizzying expanse of thoughts into the here and now. "I am filled with joy to finally meet you."Curiosity overtakes me, and I inquire, "How do you know Geralt?"A mysterious smile graces her lips as she replies, "I’ll tell you this story later. For now, let's make our way inside; it's about to get uncomfortable out here."As if in response to an invisible signal, Geralt and I both turn our gazes sky, which has once again been swallowed by dark clouds. The howling of the wind, previously just a faint whisper, now pierces our ears louder and more menacingly.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

When you see it...

I caught this nice little screencap by accident and thought I'd share. Do with it what you will!

[ladycibia]

I was at the Hanged Man's Tree and I couldn't find Roach; she was waiting exactly under one of the dead bodies

[n0tturn0]

Artist: FoxMime (IG)

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 136

Contrary to popular belief, Jaskier was the one who said no to riding a horse. Jaskier willingly walks alongside Geralt and Roach. Because Jaskier is afraid of riding horses. Don't get him wrong! He loves horses! Just not being on them as they run 48 kilometers per hour. When Jaskier sprains his ankle walking, however, Geralt decides enough is enough and it's time to teach him how to ride and help him face his fear. Jaskier sits in front of Geralt on top of Roach as Geralt teaches him how to ride, and every time Jaskier gets too nervous, Geralt will hear his heartbeat tick up, and he'll hug him, or praise him, and Jaskier will calm again. Jaskier's been getting better. To the point that Geralt can now just walk alongside Roach and Jaskier, hand resting on Jaskier's leg or back. Geralt decides to surprise Jaskier with his own horse! Geralt finds something sturdy and gentle, but also pretty, knowing his bard will love to comb and braid the horse, and will want to show it off. It's a white horse, which certainly won't stay white on the road, but then again, Jaskier will most likely delight in cleaning the horse and admiring it's sheen when it's washed. Geralt presents Jaskier with his horse, and Jaskier is overjoyed. Sobbing with happiness, hugging and kissing the horse, and Geralt has never been more in love with his bard. The first time Jaskier rides his own horse, they go at a very gentle slow pace, as the horse seems unsure about being ridden. Jaskier cajoles and consoles it through it all, and soon enough they're riding at steady paces, both Jaskier and his horse now feeling safe and brave enough to go at a normal pace, sometimes even a bit faster. Geralt is happy. Until one day, big white wings materialize on the sides of Jaskier's horse, and the damn thing takes off with Jaskier still on it. Shit.

[elven-sisters]

I just can't get a vision of The Witcher as an animation in the style of old Disney or DreamWorks movies out of my mind. Necessarily with a talking Roach ^^

[buttercupthebard]

Little doodles 💕

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier’s family is furious at Geralt’s mistreatment of him! They get back at him the way noblemen do: not inviting him to tea parties, ignoring him at functions, and spreading rumors that he’s impotent.

One thing Geralt quickly discovers about the Pankratz family is that there are *a lot* of them. More than he ever imagined. For all the time he’s spent with Jaskier, he’s still surprised by just how many siblings the bard has.

“These,” Geralt muttered to Roach, holding up a bundle of papers, “are twelve letters from Jaskier’s family. Every single one just says the same thing: you’re not invited.”

The words lingered in the air as Geralt’s mind churned, trying to piece it all together. The letters. The pitying looks people had started giving him. Slowly, a terrible realization clawed its way to the surface.

“Jaskier’s dead, isn’t he?”

[virgin-iorveth-causa-salutis]

[raynecreates]

Some witcher pieces from last month’s Patreon ✨

[jasmines-library]

Baby, It's cold outside.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 17. Prompt: Hypothermia Fandom: The Witcher.

Summary: On your way back to Kaer Morhen, the perilous weather manages to get the better of you, leaving you in a vulnerable state. it is upto Geralt to get you back back to the keep before it is too late.

Warnings: Hypothermia, taking off clothes (non-sexual).

Word Count: 1.6k

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It was cold. 

That’s all you really had to say about the weather. The snow had settled on the ground like a blanket and the frost crawled up the trees that scaled the mountains. The snow was thick and seeped into your clothes as you trudged alongside Geralt who sat proudly upon Roach, who seemed to be coping much better than your horse was against the conditions. A few miles back, she had spooked. Her sudden jerk threw you from your back, tossing you onto the ground. Your body collided with the snow with a thud. You groaned and pushed yourself to your feet, gripping onto Geralt’s gloved hand. After that you had opted to walk alongside him as he kept a steady pace, claiming that it would be ‘good for you to stretch your legs.’ Geralt seemed hesitant to let you walk, as he offered you a seat on his horse multiple times, but you still relented. You were beginning to wish you had taken up his offer though, as the cold sank through your clothes and bit away at your skin. 

Geralt frowned deeply when your trudging began to slow and the prints you left in the snow shuffled closer together.  His forehead wrinkled together as he suddied you. You had pulled the edges of your coat closer to you, though it wasn’t very effective as it was soaked through. It was a deep blue decorated with hand stitched embroidery. The inside was lined with a thin layer of fur. Geralt had brought it for you at a local market when he noticed the way you kept turning back to awe at it. His ��reasoning’ for buying it after you had relocated after reading the price tag and checking your coins, was that it was practical. Your old cloak had been falling apart and would soon be useless against the conditions, especially when the two of you reached Kaer Morhen at the heart of the blue mountains. Your violent shivers didn’t go unnoticed by the Witcher as he looked down on you. He couldn’t see your face because it was sheltered by your hood, but he could vividly picture your trembling lip. 

His worry really peaked when you stopped to lean against the tree, just a few miles short of the keep. You could see it now in all of its glory, peaking through the snow tipped pines. The two of you had been travelling a while, and it was a far from easy trek- particularly without your horse. Your eyes drooped and you slumped entirely against the frost-riddled bark. 

“Y/N?” He asked tentatively, steering roach around to a halt besides you. 

“I’m okay, Geralt. Just tired is all.” 

That was an understatement. Each step felt like you were wading through tar and the burning in your fingers and toes had begun to become unbearable in the exposure. You were hunched over like your body had completely forgotten how to function. Each of your limbs ached and your joints stiff as you fumbled with the latch on your coat, trying to pull it implausibly closer. When you took a step forward, your knees buckled and you crumpled to the floor. 

Geralt all but flung himself from his saddle, dropping to his knees besides your trembling body. Ignoring the icy dampness that dug into his knees, he swiped the hair that had fallen over your eyes and pushed back the blue hood. He was startled by how alarming your skin felt.  Your face was pale and your eyes were hooded, though he could still see them moving around, struggling to focus on anything for too long.

“You’re freezing.” He muttered.

You made no move to reply, watching him vanish into your peripheral vision. He returned only moments later, reaching an arm behind you back and under your knees to lift you effortlessly. The movements made your joints protest as he lifted up onto Roach before climbing up onto her behind you and securing you in front of him. You hardly spared your mount a second thought, consumed only by the never faltering winter, although Geralt had tied her reins to Roach . 

Bringing your icy body towards his, he hoped that the closeness would allow your body to steal some of his. It radiated off of him like a wave, but did little to soothe you. With a quick snap of his reins, Roach raced forwards before settling into an even pace which would get you to the keep in adequate time.

You were quiet. Too quiet. Normally, you would be talking nonstop with Jaskier, feeding into his fantasies or singing along to one of his songs; often just to spite the Witcher. Geralt didn’t like your silence. It felt wrong. So, he tried talking to you. He knew that he had to keep you awake long enough to get you back to the keep. 

“Y/N?”

It was faint, but you hummed against his chest. 

“Do you remember that Bruxa we fought a while back?”

You smiled weakly at the memory. “Scared the shit out of me and Jaskier.”

“That's right.”

“I’ll never forget… the look on his face when she flew out of nowhere.” Your words were slow as you thought hard to form them on your chapped lips. 

“He didn’t sleep for a week.”

You chuckled softly, but then drifted back into that perilous silence as Geralt continued to try and get you to talk to him. Your mind was hazy as the cold consumed you; made your body numb.

“Y/N?” Geralt called out to you again at your lack of response. 

“Cold.” You could only bring yourself to say one word. It was slurred and barely coherent though your blue lips. 

“I know.” He urged his horse to move faster across the last stretch of the rocky terrain. “Just hold on a little longer. We’re almost there.”

His words fell of deaf ears as you were pulled down into the warmth of unconsciousness. Geralt could hear your slow heartbeat. 

Geralt barged through the gates of Kaer Morhen, riding much faster than he should have done. The sudden disturbance unsettled the horses in the stables and caused a sea of heads to snap in his direction. When Vesemir caught sight of you lying limply against his chest. He raced forwards and was by Geralt's side by the time he had slid out of the saddle. The two of them walked quickly, your head rolled against his body and your arm hung uselessly by your side.

“We need a fire.” Geralt told him. “And dry clothes. Blankets too. She’s hypothermic.”

The elder man nodded before speeding off to various places within the keep. Geralt urged his legs to move quicker down the hallways, until you reached a cosy room with a large fire. It crackled loudly and illuminated the room with a flickering orange light. When the doors flung open, Eskel, who had been seated by the fire, turned his head to find the source of the commotion. His eyes widened at the sight of your lifeless body in his arms, and was quickly helping his brother to get you settled on the sofa. Then, he left to go and fetch you a cup of something warm to drink once you awoke. 

You stirred as Geralt began to strip you of your wet clothes. You whined at the loss of the fabric, clenching onto your top. 

“I’m sorry, but I have to take off the wet things. It’s going to make it worse if I don’t.”

“Geralt?” You furrowed your brow.

He hummed.

“Where are we?”

This caused bile to rise in the back of his throat. “We’re at the keep, Y/N.”

You nodded and reluctantly allowed him to peel off the wettest outer layers of your clothes, leaving you in your undergarments which were dry for the most part. He covered you with his cloak and rubbed your arms to try to generate warmth. 

Soon, Eskel returned with a warm mug of herbal tea. Geralt coaxed you to drink it. It offered blissful relief as it trailed down your throat and pooled in your stomach. When Vesemir returned with a handful of your warmest furs, Geralt tugged them over your body. You had begun to shiver again as the burning returned to your fingers and toes. He let out a breath of relief. It took a long time for your body to finally stop shivering and to fall into some sort of regular temperature. Sure, you were still cold, but it was nothing compared to the agony you had felt a short while ago. Geralt watched over you as you began to drift to sleep again; your exhausted body just couldn’t keep up with the demands of your brain. Although worry still tugged at his heartstrings, he felt some sense of reassurance that you would be okay, wrapped up within his arms. He wasn’t going to leave you anytime soon, that was one thing he knew for certain.

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Taglist:

@senjoritanana

@deans-spinster-witch

@amaryllis23

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

Roach, no.

@0dde11eth @everything-but-the-not-natural

[ladycibia]

the tree spirit huh